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My Bitch - NSFW
Topic Started: Dec 21 2016, 07:24 PM (123 Views)
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Deavers Household


The Deavers household had become quite different as of late. Evelyn didn’t quite understand what had changed her normally happy, beautiful daughter to the quiet, sullen, little girl that stood before her. She looked down at Lynn, who was seated at the kitchen table doing her homework. Lynn’s normally shiny red hair hung dully like a curtain around her face, hiding her expression. Evelyn walked over behind her and placed her hand on her shoulder, causing Lynn to jerk away, almost as a reflex. Confused, Evelyn pulled her hand away and moved in front of Lynn.

Evelyn Deavers: Sweetling, what’s wrong? You’ve never pulled away from me like that.

Lynn looked up at her mother with an expression completely devoid of emotion.

Lynn Deavers: Momma, I’m sorry. You just startled me, I was just concentrating on my problems, that’s all, I promise. I love you Momma.

Suddenly, Lynn wrapped her arms around Evelyn’s waist tightly, concerning Evelyn even more as she wrapped her arms around her sweet little girl.

Evelyn Deavers: Lynn, you know I love you more than my own life, and if there’s anything you need to talk to me about -

At that moment, Leland Deavers walked into the room, watching the exchange cautiously, while holding a piece of paper in his hand.

Leland Deavers: Well Evelyn, maybe she’s upset about this.

He handed his wife a math paper of Lynn’s with an obviously doctored grade at the top. It looked like the grade had been changed to an “A”.

Leland Deavers: Care to explain this, Lynn?

Evelyn looked at the paper, then set it in front of her daughter.

Evelyn Deavers: Lynn, did you change the grade?

A look of shock ran across Lynn’s face, because she knew that she had made an “A” on it, but it was obvious that someone had changed it to make it look like the original grade was an “F”. She looked up at her mother, almost pleading.

Lynn Deavers: Momma, I didn’t change it, I swear! You can call Ms. House to see what I made on it -

Leland cut in, a sinister smile on his lips since he was standing slightly behind his wife.

Leland Deavers: Evelyn, Lynn, I’ve already made that call.

He looked at his watch with a smile.

Leland Deavers: Dear, aren’t you gonna be late for work?

Evelyn looked at the clock and shook her head negatively.

Evelyn Deavers: No Leland, I won’t be late because I called out today. I swapped shifts with James so I could stay home with Lynn today. He’s working for me today and I’ll be working my day off instead. And I’m sure you discussed this with Ms. House, but I’m going to go ahead and make the call.

Leland’s face flushed red with anger as his gaze flicked back and forth between his wife and daughter.

Leland Deavers: Evelyn, I handled it and her teacher assured me that Lynn changed the grade.

Evelyn just nods, noticing how Leland was reacting.

Evelyn Deavers: Alright, if you’re sure, then we’ll deal with this when I get back from the laundry mat.

She hugged Lynn’s shoulders, trying to convey that she believed her and that she would be making the call when she was away from her husband. She quickly goes and grabbed the laundry baskets, stacking them together and headed out to the door.

Leland quickly advanced on Lynn, leaning down to whisper in her ear as her gripped her shoulder roughly.

Leland Deavers: You little whore, what’d you say to your momma?!

Lynn shivered in fright, but kept her head down.

Lynn Deavers: I promise I didn’t say anything!

Leland Deavers: Well, since your momma is goin’ to the laundry mat, we’ll have a long “discussion” about this while she’s gone. Now, act normal until she leaves and then I want you in your room naked and waiting for me. You understand me, girl?

Before Lynn can respond, the door opened and Evelyn walked back in, giving a curious, concerned look at the duo as Leland stepped hastily away from Lynn.

Evelyn Deavers: Lynn, do you want to help your momma with laundry?

Lynn dropped her head and mumbled.

Lynn Deavers: I have a lot of homework to do, or I’d love to help you , Momma.

Evelyn just nodded, giving Lynn a soft, loving smile.

Evelyn Deavers: Alright sweetling, I’ll be home in about two hours as long as the machines aren’t full. Leland, I really need you to fix my machines as soon as possible, okay? We’re wasting money by doing it this way.

Leland Deavers: I’ll get to it soon, hun. I promise. Now, go on so we can spend some time together before I have to go to work.

Evelyn just nods and heads out the door. Leland listens for the car to pull out of the driveway, then looks at Lynn, his expression changing to lustful.

Leland Deavers: You know what? I’ve changed my mind. Stand up. Now.

Lynn reluctantly did as she’s told, keeping her head down.

Leland begins to peel her dress off, running his hands all over her as he does. As her dress drops to the floor, he knelt in front of her and took her breast into his mouth, groaning as he suckled her. His hand slid in between her white cotton panties, his fingers delving into her sex. Lynn just stood there as tears begin to flow from her eyes. Leland lifted her up onto the table, then unzips his pants, quickly loosing himself. He shoved her back and drove deep into her roughly, grabbing her breast roughly as he leaned to her ear.

Leland Deavers: Your momma will be gone for a while so this is just the beginning. I’m gonna fuck you in your bed too.

Lynn begian to cry openly as he thrusted against her. He finally quivered to a stop, falling onto her. He lifted up and pulled her with him, shoving her towards her room.

Leland Deavers: Go, bitch. I’m done with that tight little pussy for now. It’s time to break that ass in right, just like I did your momma.

He shoved her down the hall as the scene fades out.


The camera closes in on Mistress Destiny Starr, who’s standing in front of Alex Prescott. Prescott is dressed in black leather biker gear and is tied up spread eagle on a queen size bed covered in red satin. The room is painted black with red candles illuminating the room. Destiny is standing next to the bed, dressed in a blue and black latex corset set, with matching gloves, fishnet stockings and thigh high boots to match. She has a thick, black whip in hand, drawing her hand back and releases the whip hard against Alex’s back twice before turning to the camera with a sadistic smile twisting her lips.

Mistress Destiny Starr: Ironclad, tell your Mistress how much you love the pain. Beg me for more, bitch.

Alex Prescott: Mistress, I love each time you hit me and please can I have some more? I only want your pleasure and I am your bitch. Please don’t stop.

She strikes him hard again and again and again before turning back to the camera.

Mistress Destiny Starr: This is your fate, Ironclad. You begged for this match and I will make you bleed for it. You will learn to find pleasure in each of my strokes. It is inevitable.

She turns fully to the camera, hands on her hips, the whip dangling from her hand.

Mistress Destiny Starr: You think that all that big, bad biker bravado will help you, but in the end, you will bow down to me, just like everyone does. You’re nothing, Ironclad. Not without your knives and guns and your gang to back you up. I have stood on my own forever and I have made grown men weep and bleed, begging for more.

She twirls the whip idly.

Mistress Destiny Starr: We will be one on one and you will be naked against me, no weapons at your disposal, no backup to help you. By the end of our affair, you will be nothing but a shell of your former self. By the end, I will make you my bitch and you will beg me for more. And I will give it to you. I will not stop until you are lying broken and bleeding at my feet. There’s no safe word to help you, only a man in a striped shirt that will stop the match when you can’t get to your feet anymore.

Destiny gives a deep, throaty laugh.

Mistress Destiny Starr: I will be in control of your very breath, Ironclad. I will own every part of you and I will relish the moment when you tap out, for I will not let go. They will watch as the light fades from your eyes and then, and only then, will I let go. And when you’re unconscious, you will taste my boot on your tongue. And when it’s all said and done, you will be the next one calling me, wanting more, only this time it won’t be free. You will beg for the pleasure of my company, beg for the pain and pleasure only I can give you.

She smiles viciously at the camera.

Mistress Destiny Starr: And you will be denied. I don’t do charity and you can’t afford what I deliver. Relish our short affair, Ironclad, for it will be the last. I will put you down in the middle of that ring and won’t even look back when I'm through with you. You can’t deliver when it matters and I am unstoppable. You begged for this match and I will make you eat those words, along with the leather of my boot. You are beneath me, Ironclad, and that is where you will stay. I will never be subjugated to a man that deems it his right just because I am a woman. You see me as a trophy, an end to your losing streak. Well sweetling, you chose the wrong woman for that. I have beaten the best around here and you are no Captain Howdy. You are a poor man’s Slade, and that is one biker I have already put in his place.

Destiny returns to the side of the bed, again releasing the whip viciously.

Mistress Destiny Starr: My poor slave is taking everything I give him, and if you failed to notice, he’s dressed like you for a reason. I am prepared, Ironclad. Are you? My slave can take my punishment, can you? My advice to you would be to just lie down, let me put my foot on your chest, and accept defeat as gracefully as a scumbag like you can. For if you don’t, I will punish you, make you beg me to stop. The choice is yours, sweetling. Until Salvation, this will have to do…

The scene begins to fade out as she returns to Alex, whipping him hard as he groans with pleasure.
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