by Writing Shark
…in which you had created your daughters
First James had made love to Hellen, placing his load deep, deep inside her greedy hole. It was wild and animalistic, brutal and loving at the same time. And Amy came. And James had spanked Amy. And Amy had begged for forgiveness.
“Do you want to come you little brat?” James had asked and Amy had begged him, humiliating herself as he wanted.
James had fucked Amy in the mouth and then in the ass that night and Amy had come so many times she couldn’t count her orgasms.
“I know girls like you” James had whispered in her ear. “You almost took the love of my life away from me. Thinking I wasn’t enough for her.” His hand had landed on her cunt and Amy had screamed and came again. “And for that, I’m taking your life away. I’ll never pay attention to you again. You’re just a cunt that I jizzed in to show my wife something she already knows. It was never about you or your pathetic body. It was always about me and Hellen.”
“Yes James” Amy had sobbed and looked at him gratefully. She didn’t know what was wrong with her herself but somehow it felt good to her too. Yes, she had tried to bring Hellen away from him, and it almost worked. She wanted her to herself because… because Hellen had someone like James, even the fatty shy James, and she had only boyfriends who were interested in fucking her. Noe Amy understood.
Then James had cleaned his penis on her sore butt and had left the room without another word. For a long time Amy just lay there, crying, whimpering and screaming with frustration, sadness, shame, anger and, and she had already admitted this to herself, burning lust and the passion to submit. Hellen had accompanied her on this journey and as brutally dismissive as she had been before, she was now tender.
“You did well” she had told Amy. Then her fingers had penetrated between her thighs. Amy had turned her head. Her life was over. James had everything he needed to run her down and Amy was terrified. But he had also said he would do nothing against her.
But Amy Schoomer was not happy about that. She was sad. She was worthless to James.
“Hellen… Will… Will he do it again?” She was angry but her voice was hopeful. But Hellen had shaken her head.
“He only loves me,” she said, “and the child in my belly.” She looked down. “If it’s a girl.” And Amy had understood.
Then she had lain in her friend’s arms for a long time, both of them naked, and had cried. She was alone, no boyfriend, and not even her rapist wanted her.
“What do you want?” Hellen had then suddenly asked, her voice changed, colder, more clinical.
“I want James…” knew Amy immediately.” I want what you have.” Then Hellen had laughed.
“You’ll never have James,” she had said, and Amy had cried again. Then she felt fingers between her aching buttocks again. “But I can help you.”
And when Amy had seen the greasy white residue on bright fingers her eyes had grown big.
“You’d do that for me?” And Hellen had nodded.
“If it’s going to be a daughter then it’s going to be his” she had said, pushing her fingers deep inside herself. “Mine and yours. And you will be his, because you gave I’m another girl he can take care of, own and fuck.” And Amy had spread her legs and welcomed her friend’s fingers between her reddened labia.
Nine months later, Alice was born. And a few days later, Elise.
Amy had no more contact with James at this time. As he had said, he had only eyes for his pregnant wife and Amy had watched from afar as he had become a loving father, had seen his looks as he had cared for Alice like a wolf for his pack.
Hellen had helped her get a run-down apartment near the Winters family home, but had forbidden her to approach James on her own. He was not well disposed towards Amy anyway.
So she had become little secret project of Hellen, an investment, nothing more. No friendship between the two could survive the needs of James. And while he had raised Alice, and then Gemma, Amy had sat alone with her little daughter in her apartment and waited. Hellen had kept her company from time to time and the two had talked.
When the time would come, Hellen would tell her husband about Amy and his third daughter. Until then Amy had to keep the secret and she had seen what James did to his wife when he was unhappy with her. Hellen always told her when he disciplined her and Amy had always begged Hellen to let her cum.
Because Hellen had a plan. Of course, it wasn’t as good as her husband’s but Amy was desperate and clung to his wife like on life herself.
Desperate enough to wait 20 years of her life for the moment when James would take care of her. She knew he didn’t like her, but the night with him and Hellen had shown Amy one thing. She was worthless, only good for helping her friend with a baby of her own. A daughter she didn’t want, who she had only carried and raised for James. But it was worth it to her. The wait, the suffering, the agonizing quarrels with a bratty girl without a father, all of that for the day Amy would know she wasn’t alone anymore, could trust someone and had someone that would love her for what she had done.
Amy didn’t like Elise. The child was a reminder of how long she had to wait for happiness and she had let her daughter feel that. At the same time, she had been a strict mother in an attempt to impress James from afar. Elise was, even more than Alice, a virgin and Amy took care like a lioness that the gift to James with which she wanted to ask for his affection remained presentable over the years.
Hellen helped her with that. And with the other thing, too.
Just like her daughter, Amy Schoomer was still a virgin. Something that hadn’t done her psyche any good, especially since she was already a mother. But James had only fucked her in the ass and mouth and the only thing that had been in her vagina was Hellen.
And that’s how it had stayed over the years, her best friend had made sure of that.
The two met often, more often than James knew.
Because Amy Schoomer belongs to James, just like her daughter. And just like her daughter, a Winters had to watch over her sexuality. In the case of the broken Schoomer family, that was Hellen, and she could only do that, unlike her husband, with the help of aids.
As far as Elise was concerned, it was the strict education of Amy with the help of Hellen.
As for Amy, it was the chastity belt she had been wearing for 20 years. Hellen visited Amy once a week to unlock the belt. She could go to the bathroom with it, but she couldn’t do anything else with it and whenever she thought about James or Hellen told her about him, she almost went crazy at the thought of not being allowed to touch herself.
Once a week Hellen washed her friend, but made sure that she didn’t came. And once a month Amy was allowed to finger herself several times to the brink of orgasm, always in front of Hellen and her camera, the same one James filmed the birth of his kids with. The videos were a gift to her husband for the day when Hellen would bring him the good news and Amy always tried very hard to show herself especially submissive and willing for her future master.
So 20 years passed without redemption for Amy. 20 years in which she reproached her daughter for not becoming fuckable fast enough. 20 years in which she hoped every day that James would knock on her door to tell her that he would finally take her.
That was the life of Amy Schoomer.
Writing Shark 