'Good news baby, your parents had an accident they are in the hospital looks like we’re going to be together for a lot longer than we had hoped!'
I was told to dress and instructed not to wear my bra and panties. In spite of my pleas about being a modest person Mr.Davison refused and slapped me harder than before.He went to my closet and picked out a very short skirt and a top that barely hid anything since I wasn't allowed a bra.He stated that with it being so late no one would notice thinking we had just got out of bed and he made it very clear to tell no one it was the same bed or I would seriously regret it.He didn't even allow me to get dressed without him staring at him with that same look he had on his face when he watched me in the shower.I race to Mr.Davison's car while he seems to take forever to make sure Bronco,my pet great dane *wicked look* is out,the porch lights are on and the door locked. Finally he gets in and I said,can you hurry up,we really need to get there.He grabs me by the hair pulling me t oward him and screaming that no little fuck bitch tells him anything and slaps me very hard making me cry even harder.
As soon as Mr.Davison had backed out of the driveway he told me to start fingering my pussy and recounted in horrid detail what he had been doing to me since last night.And some of the God awful things that lay ahead if anything happened to my parents.I sat there with tears streaming down my face with my hand buried in my even wetter pussy.This man,this animal,is having the strangest effect on me.I detest him but the disgusting things he has done to me and says he will do,is making me finger deeper and faster wanting to please him.Every so often he will say taste and I have to take my fingers and lick them while he watches me.At first I was revolted and very nearly threw up but now it seems almost that I enjoy this strange new taste.My breasts heave with the fire he has lit inside and my nipples poke thru the sheer material of my top.I keep asking myself why me and what am I doing listening to him but I can't help but to obey and even that makes me even more eager to please this man.I hear him unzip his Levis and he tells me it's his turn and I am to suck his raging hard cock and to keep plunging my fingers in and out of my cunt.I lean over to begin and he just pushes my head down into his lap forcing my mouth to engulf it none too easily.I begin to gag but he only lets up long enough to let me up for gulp of air and then right back down.
I shivered at the thought of someone,perhaps even the police,seeing what we were doing but I knew better than to stop and say what I was thinking but kept sucking down that huge cock to the point where I felt his balls against my chin and my fingers kept working my very wet pussy .Mr Daivson began groaning and I knew he was about to burst into my mouth while I started grinding my hips with the deep sensation building inside me and knew I was about to have my own orgasm.Both of us starting moaning deeper and more often and suddenly I felt him splash hot,thick ,sticky cum against the back of my throat as he roared out "Do not spill a drop on my seats bitch or I will beat you into tomorrow and make you enjoy the pleasure of the pain".I felt my own rise to the top and I just slammed my fingers deep and screamed out "Oh God yes yes yes "!lost all sense of time,place and the misery that was just ahead as my orgasm sw amped my body and a numbness washed over me but I did hear Mr Davison tell me that we were nearly at the hospital and I needed to clean up and get my clothes arranged and look decent.I finished doing just that as we pulled in front of the hospital and that sense of grief and dread overwhelmed me and the tears began to flow once again.After checking each other to make sure there were no telltale signs of what just happened,we raced to the emergency room with me just blinded by tears of pain of why we were there and what had transpired in just 24 short hours. But I also knew that what was happening to me and Mr Davison would stay between us for at least this night while the lives of my parents hung in the balance.
Entering the ER I see my older cousin Sarah and my Aunt Jane and Uncle Jim and race to them for any bit of news but before I reach them I can tell it can't be good..Jane is Mom's older sister and very much like mom. I can see she is very rattled and has deep tired red eyes. She sees me coming and a fresh burst of tears begins to fall as Uncle Jim struggles to hold her upright and asks Mr. Davison to help get her to a chair and he readily agrees.Sarah is left to grab me and just holds me close whispering "its going to be OK baby ,just believe that ".I struggle with the words to ask the how and why and their condition but Sarah doesn't say a word except hold me trying to comfort me. I can hear Uncle Jim and Mr. Davison introduce each other and Uncle Jim whispers in low tones to Mr Davison about what he knows but I cannot hear enough for it for make sense or is it because of my own state of mind that I fail to grasp it. I do hear that the accident involved a dump truck that rolled over onto Mom and Dads car as they exited I-270 on their way home. Suddenly I hear Uncle Jim say "here's the Doctor " and all eyes rivet to a balding grey haired man who looks devastated as he walks slowly down the hall.Aunt Jane stands as the doctor stops and rubs his weary face.I can see a name bar that says he is Dr.Gleason.We all huddle close expecting the worst and hoping for the best but our hopes are dashed with the very first words out of Doctor Gleasons mouth,"Jane,Jim.we did all we could".I collapse in deep wailing sobs as Mr Davison wraps his big thick arms around me and I bury my face into his thick chest."Its OK kitten "he whispers with a hint of compassion that shocked and scared me as I remembered what he had told me at home.I struggle to regain my composure as Uncle Jim and Aunt Jane and Sarah join us in a hug with tears and words of comfort and wishes for what lays ahead .We b egin to break up as exhaustion sets in and overwhelms us all. Aunt Jane begins to say I can come to their house but Mr Davison firmly rejects that and takes me by the arm to lead me back to his car.Once there he begins to tell me that now that they are dead and it is in their will that I am to live with him if anything ever happened.I begin to shiver and cry again wondering how long he had planned this assault on me and hoped that something bad might happen to mom and dad.
As we were driving home Mr Davison told me what was expected of me and I could only gasp at the crude expectations of what this evil man had in mind.I tried to protest but he slapped me and told me that I could only speak when he asked me a question and I was to always end every reply with Sir.He also stated that once the funeral and everything was over he would be moving into Mom and Dad's house since it had been left to him to raise me.I sat there with tears running down my face at the loss of my parents and what this man had in mind for me.I was expected to serve him in any way at any time with no questions or delays or it would be very bad for me was all he would say.As he talked he began to finger fuck me after forcing me to spread my legs open . In spite of my resistence my pussy and body began to react to his rough stabbing with his big fingers and my hips begin to rise to meet his ever deepening thrusts. He then tells me to unbutton my top and pla y with my titties . I start to say no but I remember what he told me about how I would suffer if I ever said no to him and with shaking fingers I do so. He instructs me what to do to please what he wanted while his fingers kept groping deeper and making me squirm even more.My mind begins to relax and enjoy what this wicked mind is doing as my nipples grow hard with my touch and I can tell Mr Davison approves by the look on his face.I feel my orgasm building deep in me and my hips begin to move even faster with those delicious fingers fucking me soooo good."God yes" I moan as my body begins to heave with what is so very close ,then just as suddenly the fingers stopped and are pulled out in resoundingly wet squishy sound.They are then forced in my mouth and he tells me "lick them clean you fucking cunt".I begin licking and tasting what a mere day ago was a foreign taste and experience for me.I want to ask why he stopped but I know its not allowed so I just lick his cum covered finger s as he pushes them into my throat
With the sun beginning to rise Mr Davison turns in the drive and I jump out and run to Bandit,my Great Dane, that I have had since my tenth birthday given by my parents, and I kneel down and begin to sob into his neck.He is the only living thing left that my parents had given me. Mr Davison walks up and growls that I need to shower and fix something for us to eat. I get up and go into the house with Bandit on my heels and head for my room for a change of clothes . What I really want to do is crawl into my bed,cry and try to sleep but I know I better not.I gather my clothes and head for the shower only to find him waiting for me.He is naked and ready to step into the shower and demands I join him. I undress trying to hid my body but know full well that I cannot avoid getting into the shower where he will again rape me with his eyes and more I'm sure.Trembling with fear,I step in and immediately his hands are on my titties and he tells me to be gin stroking his cock.I grip it with one of my small hands and it looks even bigger than I have seen it before.With his guidance I begin stroking it how he wants me to just to please him and hoping this will be enough so I can fix something to eat and try to sleep. I was never so wrong as after awhile of doing this he lifts me to his eye level and shoves his hard cock in my wet pussy.I want to think its wet from the shower but I embarressingly admit to myself thats not true.Mr Davison begins fucking me as hard as before while water streams down our intertwined bodies.This fuck is all about him as he keeps slamming me harder and harder and I feel him tighten and moan and then he cums hard and fast inside me.He pulls me off and states,"hurry the fuck up bitch,I am hungry" and leaves me crying and disgusted but yet very aroused at the manner he can take me anytime he wants.Finishing quickly I step out and find my clothes are gone and all that is left is a small towel. I attempt to dry myself so I can get to the kitchen so he won't be even more mad .Still wet from the shower I rush to my bedroom for more clothes but find Mr Davison is there and tossing my clothes into a bag stating that from now on I will only wear clothing when we are outside the house. I gasp with embarressment but realize I have no say in it.He then tells me" get your ass to cooking breakfast slut"and slaps my titties to drive his point home.
I scamper about the kitchen making breakfast of what I was ordered to cook,bacon,2 eggs exactly 3 minutes,toast and find some orange juice in the back of the fridge. Just as the eggs are done and I set them on the table Mr Davison appears dressed in a nice suit and tie. I want to ask what he does but I hold back thinking he might not want me to know but I store this thought in my mind to check later .He sits where my Dad used to sit and the memory of the early morning hours come flooding back but it doesn't take long to come back to reality when he roars at me "I said coffee you little whore" and slaps me even harder than before."Yes Sir I am sorry" I mutter thru the pain and go for the coffee.Pouring the hot steaming liquid I ponder throwing it on him and running but where would I run?Who would believe me? And the embarressment of running into the street naked is just too much to even think about so I shove that idea aside.He tells me to sit on th e floor beside him and eat with him and I want to ask why I can't sit at the table but I decide I better not with his mood.I begin to eat my first real food in 2 days when he begins speaking.He tells me that he has to work today until 3 but I am not to have any contact with anyone other than him and that he will call often.He then tells me that he had secretly wired the house last year when my family and I were in Mexico for a holiday and it goes direct to his office so he will know my every move .I shiver at the thought of how far this man has went to plan all this out and then see it actually begin to work and know he is gloating .he then tells me I have to clean every room,sort out my clothing and to keep only the sluttiest that I have and when hes get back from the office he will hold inspection and I will pay for anything he doesn't like.I show my displeasure with a frown and pay for that also with a hard slap across my exposed butt with a spoon I had used earlier to stir the orange juice.He then grabs something out of his briefcase and and commands me to come closer. Stepping beside him I see some sort of strange clamps and then sheer pain as he clips them on my already tender nipples.I scream and jump at the pain but he growls"cool it cunt and get used to these".I ask when I can take them off and he tells me that he will call and instruct me what to do next from the office,closes his briefcase,slaps my screamingly sore titties and leaves.
Thinking I can escape this nightmare,I race up the stairs and find something that Mr Davison missed to wear .I struggle dressing because for some reason I can't remove these god awful clamps that are causing me the worst pain I have ever felt.I throw a few things in a bookbag,grab a toothbrush and start down the stairs and my road out of this nightmare.I get to the front door and it refuses to open.I try unlocking it but it will not budge so I head for the back thinking what could be wrong that I can't leave.Again the door refuses to open and I collapse into a heap and tears of terror and pain begin to roll down my cheeks. Suddenly the phone rings and I run to answer thinking it might be Aunt Jane or Uncle Jim.I answer it and know I am in trouble immediately.Mr Davison asks "what the fuck are you doing dressed'? in a very harsh demanding voice.I start to tell him a lie but he stops me saying he does not want to hear anything from me and that I was strip immediately.I try to protest but I am cut short by him saying "listen bitch I told you not to try anything and you have been caught so get fucking naked like I told you earlier".I drop the phone and tear my clothing off and start to tell him I have when I hear him groan and I know he has seen me undress once again."You are not permitted to dress" rings in my ears as he starts to explain that there is no escape because he had changed the codes to open every window and door and you cannot open them without it.And not to try calling anyone because he had disabled the phone so that it only accepts incoming calls from him.I realize that he is much smarter than he looks and I shudder with a deep seated fear of being trapped here forever with this beast. He orders me to go to Dads old office and there I will find a short riding crop and that I was to beat my inner thighs until he told me to stop.I start to say "But Mr Davison" but he yells into the phone for me to shut the hell up, pay atten tion, and get to the den now! Feeling like I am walking down a dark alley,I finally get there with Mr Davison screaming for me to hurry up.He then instructs me to turn slightly,take up the crop and begin hitting my thighs and make sure they count because he wants to hear them and see the aftermath. I ask him what he means and he growls into the phone "you will either hit your thighs hard enough so that your skin darkens to a deep red or you will continue until I am satisified". I begin with great trepidation and he is immediately yelling for me to hit harder and closer to my pussy.I struggle to do so with the clamps causing me even greater pain as I am forced to swing my arms causing the chain to swing and tug them even worse than ever. The sounds of leather swishing thru the air and the crack when crop meets skin even causes me to cry out as I lash as hard I can and getting dangerously close to my now soaking wet pussy.I lost track of how many times I heard and felt the sting before Mr Davison orders me to stop..I am then told to spread my legs as wide as possible and stay still so that he can see how well I did.I do as told and I hear him almost moan the words" kitten you have done very well".Then to add even more embarressment he tells me that he wants me to lay back on Dads desk and spread my pussy.I push the lamp and other things Dad had left aside and do as he wants hoping this is almost over.After doing so,I hear him cackle and say"so the mind says you hated that but the body is telling me different". I know he can tell I am soaking wet and I feel so ashamed but helpless because I know he is right.He then tells me to get my lazy ass cleaning or it will be worse when he calls again and hangs up.