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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 8 2016, 02:48 AM (56 Views) | |
| sunshine | Dec 8 2016, 02:48 AM Post #1 |
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Lawrence, Kansas October, 2002 A faded yellow two story house stood in the midst of a yard full of knee-high brown grass, an indication of the extremely dry Kansas summer. The paint was peeling off of the siding as well as the picket fence. The obvious signs of neglect foreshadowed the nightmare within. Evelyn Deavers slaved away over the hot stove, making meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn, biscuits and gravy, a meal that her husband Leland loved, but was also easy enough for eleven year-old Lynn to reheat when it came time. Evelyn had to leave for her job at the canning factory soon, working the midnight shift, but Lynn was mature for eleven. She helped with dinner, kept the housework up, and even managed to make straight A’s in school. Evelyn was proud of her daughter but she felt like she was missing out on so much of Lynn’s life. Lynn never complained though, but Evelyn sometimes worried that Leland was too hard on her, expected too much of their precocious young one. Leland Deavers worked at the auto plant during the day, the only time he spent with Evelyn was on the weekends, provided neither had to work overtime. Every day, Evelyn would leave for work just as he was getting home. He would come in, make sure Lynn was doing her homework, and then head for the shower. By the time he emerged, Lynn would have dinner on the table, nice and hot along with an ice cold beer waiting for him. They would sit together, eating their dinner as they discussed their day. Lynn would ask how work went and Leland would grumble about how he was surrounded by idiots, while Leland would ask Lynn how school went, taking particular interest in which boys had taken an interest in her. You see, Lynn wasn’t a typical eleven year old girl. She had developed quite a bit faster than other girls her age. Her waist was tiny, and her hips flared out, her bottom was rounded, her red hair was long and shiny but her breasts had filled out the most. She was eleven years old and was wearing a double D cup. Of course, the girls at school were jealous, taunting her mercilessly while the boys, well, they had an entirely different interest in her. And it was this interest that made Leland very uncomfortable. He was amazed at how much Lynn looked like Evelyn. The older she got, the more she reminded him of his wife. Lynn had taken over basically all of Evelyn’s duties in the household. With the difference in shifts, Leland felt almost single again. He slept alone, at least for now. He peered over his plate at Lynn, who was happily chewing her food, completely oblivious to the obscene turn her father’s thoughts had taken. Leland quietly laid his fork down and reached across the table, gripping Lynn’s hand. When she looked up at him, she noticed a different light in his eyes, one she had only seen when he looked at her mother, Lynn squirmed in her seat, uncomfortable for the first time in her father’s presence, Leland Deavers: Lynn, have I told you how beautiful you are? Lynn shrugged her shoulders, trying to remove her hand from his firm grip. The more she pulled, the tighter it became. Lynn Deavers: Dad, you tell me that all the time. He tugged her over onto his lap, his beer tinted breath wafting over her. Leland Deavers: Lynn, Lynn, Lynn. My beautiful girl. I bet all the boys want to touch you…(his hand wandered up rubbing his thumb over her nipple as a soft moan escaped his lips) Do you like that, Lynn? She tried to scramble off his lap but his arms held her in a vise-like grip. He moved his hand from her breast down to her leg, sliding it up under her skirt, his fingers moving between the juncture of her thighs and delving deep into her. He rubbed his palm against her sex as his fingers explored. Tears slid from her clenched eyes as she tried not to scream. Leland Deavers: Come on, baby. Tell Daddy how much you like that. Before she could utter a word, Leland scooped her up in his arms and took her into his bedroom, throwing her onto the bed. He pinned her arms over her head with one of his massive hands, using his knee to part her thighs. With his free hand, he ripped her white cotton panties off and quickly freed himself, thrusting deep inside her as she fought, thrashing and screaming in pain. He breathed into her ear as he thrust repeatedly. Leland Deavers: Hush baby. You know you like it. Come for daddy. The scene shifts to a pitch black painted room illuminated by red candles. A large, opulent throne is lined up against the far wall and the Red Witch herself, Mistress Destiny Starr is lounging on it. Her long red hair is piled high on top of her head, the length lays across her extremely buxom red latex clad bosom. A black corset is cinched tight around her waist, a red thong peeks out from underneath and her long legs are clad in fishnet stockings and thigh high black boots. She swings her legs casually as she taps the riding crop in her hand. Her emerald eyes pierce the camera as a sadistic smile curve her full, crimson lips. Mistress Destiny Starr: Oh James, I mean Captain Howdy, we are going to have so much fun this week. You profess to enjoy pain, inflicting it and receiving it. But sweetling, this time you will be on the receiving end. I have been through enough pain in my life, that I will NEVER be on the receiving end again! She licks her lips and smiles evilly. Mistress Destiny Starr: Subjugation to a man is not in the cards this week, sweetling. I will have you on your knees begging me for more, and I will give it to you, Howdy. You will feel every sting, every humiliation I am going to give you. And you know what the sweetest part will be? You’ll love every minute of it. She looks away for a moment, tapping the crop on her gloved hand before turning back to the camera. Mistress Destiny Starr: This isn’t a new experience for you, James. You enjoy being under the bootheel of a strong, dominant woman. You are a slave, a willing submissive and at Salvation, you will be my bitch. You will lick the bottom of my boot and tell me thank you for the privilege.To make things more interesting, we will have a submission match. Seems fitting, don’t you think? To see who will tap out first, who has the biggest threshhold for pain. You have lived on your reputation as the wolf for so long, what are you going to do when you’re the lamb about to be devoured? She strokes the arm of her throne, almost lovingly. Mistress Destiny Starr: Have you ever wondered why I always wear red or black? Why my dungeon is painted in black? It’s to keep the blood from staining. I love to shed it but I can’t stand to wear it. But for you, I will make the exception. Destiny crosses her legs and twirls the end of her hair absently. Mistress Destiny Starr: You’re bitter because Saffron got the better of you, Well, newsflash James, he IS better than you. That gold around his waist is glaring proof of that. You were bested at your own game, James and prepare yourself because it’s going to happen again. You pride yourself on playing mind games and inflicting physical pain until your opponent breaks down. Again, surprise, surprise, I make my LIVING doing just that. She tosses her head back and laughs a deep, throaty laugh. Mistress Destiny Starr: Admit it, James. There’s nothing special about you when compared side by side to me. There is nothing you can do that I can’t do better. Youth is on my side, James. You are past your prime and it’s time for you to admit defeat gracefully and let the youth movement take over. Swallow the bitter pill, shine up your trophies from your glory days, take your Geritol, and watch for your AARP card in the mail. You’re done, James. Now how’s that for a fine HOWDY do? She waves her fingers teasingly to the camera with a flash of pearly whites. Mistress Destiny Starr: I’m going to love watching you tap out this Thursday and when you’re done, I just might let you become my new pet. |
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