It should noted that Vanessa was young in the past but was already and adult when the things Trina gets upset about come to light and Trina only thinks they are actually aunt and niece when in fact they are not.
The last thing to note is Vanessa like to play as a "little" in adult role play and that was also covered in the early chapters not included with this part. So the bedtime stories and coloring books are all part of role play of youth.
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My fucking Mac! -An oversight that ended one thing and started another.
I still had a bit of a normal life to live and worked two days a week at the office, one day observing a team at another hospital we were training in our methods and the other two days optional for work from home or in the office depending on needs of the moment. The new woman I was training for my position was doing a good job so I spent less time in the office. A few of the staff were friends and four of them I had socialized with wanted to order dinner delivered to my apartment pool area for us to have a late afternoon swim and drink or four (for any who were not driving)
It was a nice warm evening for us to talk and laugh away from the stress of the jobs we did as a team. Trina, my best friend for years and someone I had helped through the hard time of a divorce that was her fault and to pull her out of a downward spiral of drinking and stealing drugs from the hospital and got her away from her addiction in silence. I kept her confidence and supported her by staying with her and her with me for a few weeks of the hardest time.
My apartment being on the ground floor and near the pool my door was left unlocked for pee breaks and keeping the drinks chilled. The table we used was just across the pool fencing to sit things over onto it. I had music coming out the window. It was a sweet set up. We had done this a few times over the last couple of years.
We all had on damp swimsuits. Being familiar with my house after spending many nights there in the past, Trina thought nothing of going to the closet where she knew some towels would be to use as leg covers or wraps for the cool evening air that was moving in.
I knew to turn off my laptop after making my last entry in my journal to save battery. I hit the off button and closed it as usual but of late it had been running some inner program and not shutting down properly.
I had ***********ed the exact wrong place to put my laptop out of view and for no reason other than my knowing what was on it. I expected it to be shut down but still the guilt of seeing it on my bedroom desk got to me and I picked it up and went to my closet with it. The self with the extra towels was an easy place to slide it under them.
Not being shut down it started running its self diagnostics generating heat under the towels.
It was several minutes before one of the women said “ Where did Trina get to? She didn't leave did she? “
I needed to pee and stood up just as she came out the door and stopped in her tracks and looked at me with a look of utter disbelief that stopped me too. She nodded for me to come in there and turned and went back to my apartment. I could see through the window that she did not stop in the living room and went back to the bedroom with my laptop in her hand.
My gut leapt into my throat.
That fucking Mac! It didn't shut down again! I am so fucked! Fuuuuuck.!!
My mind screamed as I made my way on shaky legs to my bedroom.
As soon as I entered the room, my best friend, the one I had done so much for, slapped me so hard it made me scream and stagger grabbing my face and touching my lip which had started to bleed, I looked at her puzzled, scared. Then she pushed me onto the bed where my laptop was.
“Stay there, damn it. I'll tell our friends that you slipped and twisted your ankle and hit your face on the bed when you fell down. They'll come over, say good night and leave”
Then we'll talk... You sick cunt! What the fuck Becky?! ― She mumbled to me while pointing her index finger at me.
My heart was pounding in my eyes, my hands were sweating, I was playing with my knuckles as I sat on my bed staring at the damn laptop lying next to me with all the evidence of my illness on it, waiting for Trina, every minute was turning into an eternity.
I was lost for a moment staring at a fixed point until a soft rap on my bedroom door woke me from my little trance. Two of my friends came to say bye and wish me well for my ankle. I had to sit as if it hurt and act the part saying good night to them. One friend stayed for a few minutes and helped Trina bring things in from the pool area.
I heard them say bye and the door closing then soon accompanied by the sound of Trina's heels.
I had enough courage to raise my head slightly and see her face full of anger, holding back, she paced up and down the room trying to put into words what she had discovered on my laptop, then she reached over and took the laptop in her hands.
I gulped, there I felt my world slowly fading away. At that moment I wanted to disappear from the face of the earth.
“Can you explain to me what the fuck you've been doing Rebecca? What the fuck is this shit I just saw?” ―She said, shouting no matter what.
“I... that... there's an explanation for everything Trina, that.. I”
Without letting me speak she continues.
“Everything has an explanation? Can you explain to me then what the fuck is going through your fucking head to mess with a teenage girl? A fucking girl and she's your fucking NIECE!, Rebecca! What the fuck is this?”
She kept repeating herself aloud while her expression of hatred was such that my whole body trembled. I had never seen her like that, I had never been so scared in my life.
“If everything has an explanation I want you to explain here and now what the fuck is this? I don't believe you, stop babbling like a bitch and fucking speak up! Speak up!”
Every time she screamed, I looked around trembling and put my hands on my face to protect myself, as I felt she would hit me in the face again.
“Please, Trina, please keep your voice down…” I would say between sobs and whispers.
“Keep my fucking voice down you say?!!!!” ― At that moment she put the laptop on the table and approached me again with the intention of punching me, I covered myself and started to cry helplessly.
“Let the whole world hear what kind of a sick woman you are, I don't give a shit if I raise my voice!” ― She then slams her fist against a wooden shelf with all her might, the sound making me shudder.
With tears in my eyes and a trembling voice I reply: “That's a novel, I've been writing a novel, it's just fantasy, it's a fucking lie, it's, it's not what it looks like, it's just…”
“You're lying!!! goddamn it! you're lying!”
Her screams were so overwhelming that I started sobbing like a little baby as she shook me.
“Do you want to see my stupid face? Do you think I'm stupid?. Let's take it one step at a time here”
After shaking me hard she goes back to the laptop, opens it and starts reading while I can feel the vein in her forehead almost exploding.
She types hard looking for the pages of my "diary". -She then proceeds to read aloud excerpts of what she found in an evidently shocked and angry voice
“Being such a creative and imaginative girl, I knew after a few weeks trying to induce the dreams using the elaborate tale of The Bonders I had made up and in a story on my laptop with some illustrations I had put together to show her as I read the story to her would be embedded in her mind was working. She asked me if it was real or just a fairy tale.
Sweetie there are a lot of things in life that feel like fairy tales but are real and happen in secret. The Bonders are very real. But we will talk about that more later. Now let's get to the story.”
Every word that came out of Trina’s mouth brought more tears to my eyes, and I was bending my head down, feeling defeated and humiliated by my own friend, now feeling that she was removing a thick veil from my eyes, realizing the gravity of my actions all this time.
“You're telling me that you came up with a fucking story of a “secret lesbian cult" and you were slowly feeding it into this poor creature's head so that she would think it was real, like some kind of brainwashing? And now you're telling me it's not true! you were brainwashing a fucking such a sweet girl!!! manipulating her in the most disgusting and degrading way possible, taking advantage of her innocence to manipulate her at your own fucking whim and convenience, for what? to fill your own filthy sick emptiness? to fill your own ego and your own most disgusting primitive desires? The one person she trusted, has you, who trusts you, loves you, who should protect her and love her and is fucking her head off? what a FUCKING SHIT!!!?”
At that moment she grabs me by the hair and slaps me in the face so hard that I fall to the ground.
“There you stay, on the fucking floor, because I'm not finished with you yet”
Trina reading out loud: “Knowing Vanessa's interest in art and coloring an idea came to me when looking at erotic art online and how I could use some line drawings to make a very special naked women in bondage coloring book for her to use her imagination and at the same time lead her malleable mind down some erotic pathways”
“As if that wasn't enough, you used perverse games with her? A fucking BONDAGE coloring book, you tell me it's not true, but here I see pictures of her, pictures and more fucking pictures of her fucking panties, her spreading her legs, in the park, in the house, in the bedroom, you think this is innocent? You were taking pictures of her only with sexual connotations to boast on the sly? you were showing her inappropriate pictures and videos! THAT'S SICK, DAMN IT! You have been abusing your own little niece!”
With those crude words she crouched on the floor, grabs my hair again and pulls my head back. I scream in pain and beg her not to hit me. She grabbed my face hard.
“Look me in the face you sick fucking bitch! If you've been able to come up with this whole disgusting plan and carry it out, you'll be able to fucking face me and look me in the eye”
Sobbing and shrieking. My whole body trembling, I felt cold sweat running down my forehead. My heart was pounding so hard, my face was burning from the slaps, it's a nightmare, it has to be., this is not happening.
“Look me in the fucking face and tell me that's not real. that I'm making up all the evidence that speaks for itself, your many sick confessions in your own words of how you had the best orgasms while breastfeeding her in your sick ANR (adult nursing relationship) games, You fucking sick piece of shit!”
She started slapping me more and when I saw her fist coming towards me I stopped her with my hand and screamed!
“Stop it please, that's not how it happened, I never hurt Vanessa, I would never hurt anyone, god please”
More uncontrollable sobs and tears, my makeup was a mess, my hair was messed up, I could taste the blood in my mouth.
“You mean to tell me this isn't hurting?”
“I never forced her to do things she didn't want to do, I was always sweet, and I guided her, she was always happy with me, I took care of her, I never hurt her, she thinks it's all a game, it's all stories we created together, I never touched Lisa, I only breastfed her a few times”
Trina was breathing hard and I could even smell her anger, see how her pores emanate heat.
“Games? That's your excuse? you didn't touch her? but you ran around like a bitch in heat using her. I don't know you Rebecca, you disgust me, where is my friend? Where is that loving, honest, kind, caring, honest woman? I don't fucking know you.
Finally she stands up and looks at me with contempt while I'm still on the floor looking at her and crying,
“You fucking disgust me Rebecca. How can you have the nerve to tell me that you didn't hurt the girl, when you're always horny as a cheap whore. It wasn't enough for you to fuck some guy at the bar or at work? you got so tired of dicks that now you have to find little girls and pervert them?, but your own niece, she is like your daughter, making them think that all this shit is normal and that nothing happens?”
Desperate for some kind of answer myself there was one bit of truth I could offer about the bizarre concoction of pills I was taking the past couple of months.
“It's because of the pills Trina, the medication and hormone treatment to be able to produce milk make me have a high libido, as well as some other drugs for dryness and low libido. For the first time in years I was feeling wanted, alive and wanted to even feel sexy again. It was not to be sexy for a little girl”
A lie came to me as I spoke when I remembered something I had told her weeks before.
“I have been seeing someone. That man from the auto shop with dark hair and nice build I told you about a few weeks ago. I have been seeing him and think maybe we could be heading for sex soon and wanting to be ready and be hot for him.”
My own emotion may have helped the lie come across as genuine because for the first time Trina’s look at me softened for a moment. She had said something similar about wanting to feel alive after her drinking and drugging.
I never had intentions of hurting my Vanessa, I love her too much, so fucking much, crying. “I love her with my soul, she's my whole life. I just wanted to play ANR and feed the girls, in this game we play. I would never hurt her '' - I repeated over and over again while looking at the ground.
Trina was shaking her head in denial as she pulled out her mobile phone, her hands were shaking too, she was clutching her hair and touching her mouth nervously, in a state of extreme anxiety, thinking.
Still confused, still in shock, now in a state of denial, the reality had hit me so hard, all her words, everything she said to me hit me like sharp blades straight to the heart. I couldn't hold back, I wanted to disappear at that moment.
Trina sits on the corner of the bed and holds her head in both hands, a few more minutes she remains silent and with a defeated voice, and disappointed she looks at me again as I remain on the floor like a piece of drifting meat, I was completely demoralized, everything was spinning, it seemed like nothing more than a nightmare from which I wanted to wake up.
“If I had that girl assessed by a doctor, would you go to jail?” Trina asked in a broken voice, her head staring at a fixed point on the floor on the verge of tears.
I crawled to her and pleaded with her through more sobs and tears.
“NO! please Trina! I did not touch her, I swear to you, I didn't touch that baby, I love her, no! And besides they are both legally adults now even if they have been raised like they are not by their over protective mom.
“Maybe you should go to jail or to a fucking mental hospital, you need professional help as soon as possible, this is not normal, THIS IS WRONG AND SICK!” She pointed her finger at me as she repeated those words that were the ultimate stabbing weapon, piercing me through my body like daggers, my guts were twisting,
“NO! PLEASE I will do whatever you ask, whatever you want, dont do this to me”
“Give me one reason not to call the police for the incest, one fucking reason" Trina said as she held the phone in her hands and showed me the screen.
“Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn't kill you and turn myself in to jail for killing a sick slut? Uh? how can I forget myself leaving you out there, not knowing that you're going to do the same shit with another “willing” girl? If you've been able to do this to your own flesh and blood I can't imagine what else you'd do”
She kept thinking.
“And what if I hadn't found out? if this silly carelessness of yours had never happened? you'd get away with it? you were planning even more, to sink that girl all because of your dirty instincts, all because of thinking with your cunt instead of thinking with your brain.
“It would be the perfect crime, wouldn't it? You'd keep her all for yourself, your little slave? You're crying not for what you've done, not for what you were planning to do. You're crying because you think, shit that fucking TRINA found me out, I'm a fucking fool for letting her ruin my plans.?”
I finally broke down and spilled out my weak confession,
“You are right! You are right I went way too far even if I did stop short of worse harm and acts. I was based in love but still so wrong and so sick of me. Even if they are not actually related and both adults I sill accept that maybe I need professional help. Trina, you are my best friend please, don't make more of this than it is, Vanessa is fine, she will be fine I swear.” I begged her.
Looking at me with contempt she sneered “You're never going to see Vanessa again alone again you hear me? You are going to take that fucking job in the other side of the country you told me about, you are going to stay away from her, you are going to get therapy.
This is a sick obsession, this is something inconceivable, tell me why you didnt talk to me first? Tell me why you did it, uh? We have shared some good times and bad but this is the worst ever, this is a fucking crime Rebecca, do you know the consequences? You have to face reality, damn you!
Trina started to cry and threw the phone on the bed. I could feel her despair and inner conflict as she spoke.
“You are like a sister to me, you have always been there for me, and look at this shit you do, why? I can't believe it after all these years. This seems almost surreal. What am I going to do with you?”
I finally stand up as I wipe my tears and sit on the bed next to her.
Trina can't find any more words to confront me but already her words of reality have hurt me too much. I did not want to accept my nature, but there she was, my best friend with the biggest face of disappointment and I still could not be completely honest in front of her.
I still could not tell her that I had done more things with Vanessa, luckily those other stories and confessions I had under code in another folder. I could not express my love for my niece or lust for girls that had come over me since being with her. I still felt she would judge me even if I knew it was all wrong, I still found some logic in my love for Vanessa but I had to keep quiet.
“I'm thinking about what I should do with you”
I try to take her hand but she pulls away abruptly and walks around the room pondering her plans for me.
Finally, she looks at me again in a threatening way, one of those withering looks that take your breath away.
“I can not call the police since there has been no actual crime but you are sick Becky... fucking sick!”
I go over to her to hug her. “Thank you, thank you, I promise...I”
“Shut your mouth, I haven't finished talking. I said I won't call the police but that doesn't mean I won't take some kind of justice into my own hands. You will take the fucking therapy when you leave but before you go you will have a few weeks to organize everything, your papers, your luggage and during those weeks I will be your fucking executioner, for the things you did to your little niece. If that girl grows up with traumas it is your fucking fault, she is innocent but you are not. You knew perfectly well what you were doing”
I was trembling in the middle of the room not knowing what awaited me while she surrounded me like a tigress groping her prey.
“I'm going to beat your obsession with your little niece out of you. If you like pussy now instead of a cock, why didn't you get with someone your own size? There are plenty of sluts out there just like you who want to experiment, but you had to be so fucking suck whore and you had to pick that baby”
“Trina please forgive me”
“You don't owe me anything. You owe everything to Vanessa. Every tear, every drop of blood, every sob , guilt, will be in honor of her, your beloved princess. I will take care of that for her. You owe her a big apology, but for now your life is in my hands. From now on I am not your friend Trina, I am your last hope for any kind of normal life.
Trina had me pick up some things from my apartment that I would need to stay with her for the week. She also found my small collection of sex toys and ***********ed some things I had in my closet and put them in my backpack.
Punishment begins
Chapter 18
“Come on bitch , lets go” She then had me follow her in my car.
She stopped at two places telling me to wait in my car, but before that she asked me for my credit card or cash. I was so scared that I simply agreed to avoid further trouble. She had taken my phone and laptop in her car.
At her house she does not say a word to me other than to follow her with my bags.
I try to talk to her but she tells me it's best if I don't try to say another word then she slaps and spits in my face.
When we entered her room, she pushed me to the floor in a fit of anger.
“Take off your clothes, you sick little bitch”.
“What?! Wait I..” I stammered.
Her face is filled with contempt. “You're not allowed to talk bitch, remember that you're not in a position to say anything, nor to complain. I have heard fucking enough!
With tears welling up in my eyes and trembling hands I began to take off my blouse as she looked down at me, her hateful words hurt me so much, her gaze piercing me relentlessly, I felt so humiliated and scared.
I unbuttoned my blouse and took off my skirt, I was now in my underwear.
“Stand Up!”― Trina ordered, as I stood in front of her trembling.
“Take off your underwear too.”
I ducked my head and hesitated for a second or more until she shouted again close to my face.
“Take off your underwear or I will rip them off with a pair of scissors.”
Sobbing, I first took off my bra exposing my breasts, the bra fell to the floor along with my heels but I tried to cover my breasts with my hands.
“Why are you covering your boobs with me? Why with a little girl you were able to show them without any shame and now you play the sanctimonious stupid girl here with me. You should be able to mess with someone your own size, so you suck it up for now”
Trina slaps my hands to expose my breasts. I can't keep eye contact with her, I'm embarrassed, and at this point I don't know what she plans to do to me.
She looked me up and down, I had on pantyhose, and red thongs.
"Take that off and put this on” she pulls out the shopping bag she had me make at the previous stops, it was a pink semi-transparent babydoll.
She started to reach around me as she looked me up and down while I put on the baby doll, feeling humiliated, my make-up smeared all over my face, eyes swollen from crying.
“Let's see what I can do with you”
Turn around.
“Trina please I just want you to listen to me…”
“Turn around and shut your mouth”
I turn around and close my eyes and squeeze them tight. She steps behind me, my heart freezes for a few seconds.
“Take out what is in the bag and place it on the bed”
I take the bag and take out various leather artifacts and sex toys one by one arranged on the bed. Then Trina, standing behind me, grabs the back of my neck firmly and speaks in my ear.
“Look what you made me buy, this is all your doing, if you're wondering why? It's because of you. Do you think I wanted this shit? You're turning me into something I didn't want, but I have to, I couldn't forgive myself for leaving you out there without any retribution”
After looking at the toys on the bed and with teary eyes. Trina reaches over and takes the leather gag with a bar and a silicone ball and orders me.
“Open your mouth”
I obey as my breath hitches.
. She tightens it tightly behind my neck and I shudder. I look in both directions. Then she takes my hands and cuffs them behind my back.
Then she spreads my legs as I continue to stand. She straps cuffs to each ankle that she fastens with padlocks and is held in place by an adjustable metal bar that spreads my legs apart and leaves me in that position while she takes pictures of me.
I shudder and swallow. I make some sounds with the gag in my mouth.
She approaches my ear again from behind and runs her hands over my breasts through the thin fabric. I shudder and move a little in discomfort.
“What? Are you uncomfortable, dear Rebecca? You don't like your friend touching you like that? so inappropriate isnt? Oh let me guess, is because I'm not your little niece, you fucking bitch, but you know what the bad news is? I'm not your friend tonight”
.
As she said this last sentence, gritting her teeth, she pulled my baby doll down a little to expose my breasts, my skin in contact with the cold of the cold air and the nervousness of the moment made my nipples hard.
Trina, without warning and behind me, trapped my nipples with her fingers pulling and pinching them until I writhed in pain, choked moans escaped my mouth as my teeth clenched the gag.
“What was that I heard? Do you want more? It's OK. I have always more for you”
I shook my head in denial several times but this only made Trina grab my nipples harder this time but against her nails and pull.
“Wearing that little pink baby doll and tied up like that, you look so pathetic, even though I'm a condescendent and I bought you your favorite color, pink, what makes you think it's a representation of little Vanessa maybe? Let's find out, but because I'm so fucking mad at you, I don't want to hear you say or utter any words or sounds until I say the opposite”
She then takes me by the waist and directs me to the wooden rails of the bed.
“Lean over there, bend over a little and get that ass in the air where I can see it”
At first I found it hard to give in. That's when I feel her firm hand on my ass and she spanks me hard and it echoes around the room and makes my legs go limp. The woman has strength.
“O..kay , ppleasse, not like--e this, easy”
I leaned over a little more, she pulled the baby doll up a little to expose my ass, I was quite uncomfortable in that position.
“If you're uncomfortable I don't give a shit, that's the point of it all you sick fucking slut”
I watch out of the corner of my eye as she picks up the long leather whip from the bed, as she watches and holds it in her hands she laughs.
“All these toys have cost you a lot of money, what greater satisfaction than to make you buy the implements I'm going to torture you with, you sick little bitch!”
My whole body shuddered with every word that came out of her mouth, a torrent of electricity flooded through me, anguish and humiliation flooding my guilt and feeding my fear. I didn't know Trina at all at this very moment.
“I'll explain the rules to you. It's very simple. I'll give you 13 lashes on your ass and you're going to help me count, I'm so angry I may forget to count.
I don't care if you have a gag in your mouth, you'll have to manage to tell me the numbers, understand bitch?”
“Noo--gmmds, ppleasse,ggplease, noo”
“What? I can't hear you. And for every number I don't hear, I'll whip your legs. Do you understand, you fucking bitch?”
I'm nodding my head, but still pretty scared.
Trina takes the whip firmly and with a flick of her wrist and arm she gives me the first whip on my right buttock,
“oughhf mn-”
I let out a sound of pain and writhe.
“I didn't hear the number…” Trina says as she gives me a whiplash on my left leg.
“ONE!”
I say as best I can with my gag clenched, saliva dribbling out.
I feel another whip on the other buttock again, I scream and strain, it feels hot, and then a deep burning that spreads through my whole being. I don't think I can take even 3 more lashes.
Then another whip, stronger than the previous one, another scream! I was already sweating from the pain. I felt that area of my body getting extremely hot and burning like hell,
“TWO! oghh , sobs and crying
And so she went on in my ass, each lash felt stronger than the last, I cried with pain...,
FIVE--
“It's no fun if I’m not able to see your face”
She leaves the whip on the bed and walks over to me, grabs my arms and pushes me on the bed. I was unable to move because of the metal bar holding my legs open, hands cuffed.
Trina stands in front of me and takes me by the chin.
“Show me your crocodile tears, I didn't give you 13 because I don't see fun if I don't see your sick face. Look at you now, so pathetically vulnerable”
At that moment she starts smacking my tits and slaps me in the face, my tits already red with the marks of her fingers.
Every time she hits my breasts she makes me shudder and squeal through my gag. The echoes of the blows through the walls become more evident.
Writhing in pain on the bed I fight against the restraints as Trina slaps me across the face, my body shaking with fear and humiliation.
“I'mm Ngf orry I ucked up.... ease op..."
My voice is a choked sob behind the gag, tears streaming down my cheeks, unable to hide from this merciless woman that now hates me. I swallow hard knowing that more punishment lies ahead but right now it feels like each blow brings another new wave of agony flooding over my sensitive flesh.
Trina ignores my pleas and moves back to those red hot breasts cupping them tightly before giving a brutal pinch to a stiff nipple making me cry out loud.
“You know what happens next?"
She growled menacingly in my ear before delivering more heavy blows across both breasts leaving deep pink marks glowing under Trina’s forceful hands.
Trina at that moment picks up a small white lace cord that was ready on the bed. She took it with both hands and stretched it while she thought about what to do.
“So you like strings... Like in that sick world of drawings, you made Vanessa color uh?
I have been online learning all I can about your sick bondage hobby. I don't know how this shit works, but let's see”
She bends down and ties the rope tightly around my breasts which makes me shudder again, despite being inexperienced she manages a method for the rope to stay wrapped around my breasts tightly, getting a little sore because the knots weren't placed correctly but that's the least of her concern.
My body shakes as Trina binds the lace cord tightly around my breasts, the discomfort building with every pull.
"P-please Trina... You're hurting me..."
I gasp, trying to hide my distress but it's obvious Trina's actions are causing me immense discomfort. Trina merely smirks at my plea before giving me another slap on the face.
"Silence bitch, you've had enough for today. You've gotten what's coming to you for your despicable actions, and believe me, this is only the beginning. You have a long way to go to pay for what you've done to that poor innocent girl, so don't think that this will stop me from inflicting any more pain on you whenever I see fit."
My heart pounds in my chest as Trina glares at me before leaving the room, for a moment "Alone now... What will happen next?" I was thinking inside my head fearfully as I squirm on the carpet, trying to ease the discomfort around my aching breasts. My body still pulsing with humiliation and pain, my mind racing with the implications of the terrible fate awaiting me for my heinous actions.
A few minutes later Trina enters the room again with a device in her hand. It is my TENS Digital Elektro device.
She sits down in a chair, opens my laptop and begins to do a quick search of the device's use, operation and parts of the device.
Then she gets a macabre idea.
She walks over to me, while I'm still on the bed with my legs spread wide open due to the metal bar. My heart races as Trina approaches me with the TENS unit, my mind racing as I consider what awful use this device will be put to now.
I move and shake my head as I make sounds and open my eyes wide.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" —I fearfully tried to whisper gagged as Trina began to stick the electrode patches onto my inner thighs.
"Nooo, please don't... Anything but that!" I tried to plead with my captor as a wave of dread washed over me.
"I think we've been gentle enough... Don't you think it's time to give you a little taste of your own medicine?
Trina grins wickedly as she powers up the device, the low hum from my throat filling the room. My eyes widen with dread as I realize the torment I'm about to endure.
"I did a lot of reading on your laptop and know how sick you have become. How in your sick story there are women who do things to hurt little girls, so let's see how you like it. You fucking pedo whore."
With a flick of a switch, the first pulse rips through my sensitive flesh, making me scream out the past the gag with pain and fear as the electric current courses through my legs, unable to close them, trembling, my entire body shaking with pain and fear as Trina laughs cruelly.
Raising the frequency a little, Trina watches me for my reactions. Tears run down my cheeks as my thighs shake unconsciously. Sobs and whimpers.
After a while, I feel my nipples start to leak. Normally at this time I would be nursing Vanessa.
Trina notices this, looks up and stops with the device.
“I have something for that, hold still, damn it, don't move!”
On the floor are some plastic tubes and cristal suction devices i had used to help induce my milk. Trina takes out her camera and starts taking pictures of me on the floor in the carpet.
“This is an example so you know what I'm capable of. You're going to see how pathetic you look like this.”
After that, Trina places the suction tubes on each of my nipples and squeezes the nozzle to make more suction.
Gasping at the sudden feeling, my body convulses as the suction cups pull at my sensitive flesh and hard nipples, the sensation sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through my aching body.
“Pp-lease..sstoop..” My voice comes out in a low moan as I squirm against my restraints. Trina ignores my pleas and instead adjusts the suction intensity, taking sadistic pleasure in the way my breasts bounce under her force.
“Just look at you, such a pathetic whore, your poor body is going to bear the weight of my anger, it's the least you deserve, look what you've turned me into”
My heart pounds in my chest as I try to shield myself from the invasion of my most sensitive flesh, tears streaming down my face as I submit to my tormentors cruel punishment.
“Look how you're dripping, you slutty whore. That dirty milk is going to have another purpose. So it's not enough with the punishment I'm exposing you to? Still thinking about your little niece?”
Trina connects the small tubes to another longer plastic Y-shaped tube.
She takes the gag out of my mouth and puts the connected mouthpiece in my mouth.
“Now suck, you fucking bitch. Suck hard and drink your own milk”
I shake my head in both directions in denial. She gives me a hard hold and turns the device back on, giving her more electric shocks on my inner thighs making me squeal in pain.
She undoes my handcuffs and has me put my hands in front of me this time again bound with the handcuffs but in order to take the tube into my mouth to suck.
My body shudders as the electrical shocks ripple through my legs, my hands now partially free and quivering as I gaze at Trina with wide, terrified eyes. Tears of humiliation and fear streak my face. I finally understand what my tormentor wants from me.
"Fine..." —I whisper weakly as I bring my trembling hands to my mouth, gently guiding the tube inside and starting to suck gently at first.
Trina watches me closely, my face twisted into a cruel smirk.
"Oh, such a slutty girl... Drink up, lick up all those drops..."
She leans closer to me, her breath hot against my ear, making me shiver.
"Imagine it's Vanessa sucking... Feast on them you sicko, imagine they're filling up that little body... Swallow them, you disgusting bitch..."
My body is wracked with sobs as I succumb to my tormentor's twisted revenge, my hands gripping the tube tightly as I drink eagerly, imagining it's little Vanessa's sucking on, a secret addiction that only Trina now knows.
The guilt comes back to me, I feel ashamed.
Gripped with intense pain, I succumb to Trina's command, my hands bound in front of me as I suck hard on the tube into my mouth, trying desperately not to gag at the shame of my own milk flooding my senses.
"You disgust me... You're not even worthy of this"
I sob behind the plastic device as I try my best to suck harder, hoping to please Trina for her to stop torturing me with the TENS.
Trina watches me with a smirk, pleased with the spectacle of this once dominant woman reduced to such a shameful act.
“You better drink it all, every last drop... I want you to savor the taste of your filth”—Trina urges me cruelly as she watches my cheeks hollow out beneath the plastic tube, my body trembling with humiliation.
“Pills, treatments with the excuse of breastfeeding your sister's daughters. But what a sick bitch you are to even plan and carry it out”
Trina then puts the TENS on my lower abdomen, trying different frequencies. I can't take it anymore, 2 on my inner thighs and 2 on my lower belly make me convulse and pant with pain.
“No more! Please, it's too much!Trina ..Stop please stop! ” I cried out then threw my head back and then to the side crying, with the taste of my own milk in my mouth.
Trina stands up and takes more pictures of me, before she grabs me by the hair hard and makes me open my mouth to make sure I have swallowed my own milk. Then she tells me to do it again to take pictures, evidence of my humiliation.
My eyes are filled with tears as Trina forces me to swallow my own milk one more time for the photos, my body trembling with humiliation and despair. I've never felt so degraded, so filthy, my own sister's daughters in my care and I was just plotting to breastfeed them.
"You're sick... Insanely twisted..."
I sob quietly, thick whimpers with tears as I submit to yet another picture being taken.
Trina steps away from me, her sadistic satisfaction evident as she examines my humiliation.
"I'm going to break you down until you're nothing more than the worthless slut that you are! This is for Vanessa"
My heart races at the ominous words, knowing full well that my captor won't stop until I'm reduced to a broken shell, forced to endure every perverse desire Trina can come up with.
After tormenting my nipples she abruptly removes the tubes with suction still on them making me squeal through clenched teeth, my jaw hurts already. I feel my neck muscles tense due to stress and crying.
“Now we will see what happens if I put this here”
Trina now puts two self- adhesive patches on my breasts and leaves the other ones on my inner thighs and uses the decive to make me shiver and strain and cry out in pain and anguish.
I beg her to stop, it really hurts, that I can't take it anymore but none of my pitiful begging helps.
“For our friendship please, I beg you, I love you, I screwed up. I know, I'm the worst, I'll take therapy, I'll do whatever you ask me to do, but not this, not on my breasts, that hurts too much Please Trina””
“You think I don't want to make you suffer, you stupid bitch? Remember I'm not your friend anymore, but your karma in person. This is specially for you to feel pain when you think of Vanessa, or little girls. I want you to remember this pain and lesson.”
Trina looks me in the eyes and sniffs the air.
“Fuck Becky! I can smell your pussy, you sick fuck, you even like this whole situation, dont you?”
Trina looks at her phone, some notifications ringing and popping up on her screen.
It's Robert, the guy she's been dating.
“See, I'm spending my night being here with you, because of you I'm turning into your warden and now I'm going to punish you not only for being a lesbian pedophile, but for making me spend my time on this instead of spending time with my guy”
My eyes widen in terror as Trina applies the patches to my tender, sensitive breasts and turns on the device once more. The pain is intense, causing me to sob uncontrollably as her words echo in my mind. "Think of Vanessa..."
Trying to fight back the tears, but it's futile. My body wracked with agony, my mind consumed with the terrible reality of my own actions, deep down I know I deserve it, but it's too much for me to handle and accept it completely .
"Please... No more... I'll do anything... Just stop..." My voice is muffled with sobs as I beg for mercy, knowing that it's futile.
“Little Vanessa was just a means to an end..." Trina sneers, taking pleasure in my torment but she doesn't openly accept it, which makes her even more upset
, the electric current sending shock waves through my breasts, threatening to drive me over the edge.
“You're a filthy bitch who deserves every ounce of pain I inflict on you." She continues to torment me, watching with a sadistic grin as I squirms helpless and writhes beneath her.
Trina suddenly grabs my feet and pulls me off the bed, my ass hitting the floor hard. She makes me sit on the floor, my breathing labored and tired. I feel a little weak. But that doesn't stop her from continuing to take pictures of me.
“Hold the camera here a little and bow your head, feel the pain and humiliation, this is just the beginning of your torment. Feel lucky to know that this is still nothing”
With my legs spread wide open, she is contemplating taking close up pictures of my hairy pussy.
“Lie on your back, touch your pussy with your right hand and tell me what you feel, describe it for me”.
She turns the TENS device back on as she urges me to masturbate still feeling waves of pain and electricity coursing through my inner thighs and tits.
She continues taking pictures, regardless of my pleas or complaints of pain.
I laid back on the floor, tears streaming down my face as I reached down to touch my hairy, aching pussy, my heart pounding with fear and humiliation. My fingers graze my swollen folds, sending a mixed surge of pleasure and pain coursing through my sore body.
"It's wet... So wet..." —I whisper hoarsely, my body quivering as I struggle to describe my sensations under Trina's cruel gaze.
"It hurts... Feel so exposed..."
Trina snaps more pictures, her own arousal mounting as she watches me in such a degraded state.
"Good... Now, touch yourself... Rub your clit, while I watch and take pictures..."
I whimper in despair, my body shaking with both fear and anticipation as I obey, my fingers working frantically at my clit while still feeling the cruel electrical shocks coursing through my tits and thighs.
On the floor lies a large vibrator. Trina activates the vibrator and gives it to me.
“What else do you feel ?”
My breath hitches as I struggle to find the words, my body on the brink of climax while still enduring the TENS unit's torment.
"It... It's spreading... Sensations... All over... My body... Feels so... Raw... So... Exposed... I... Can't... Control... It..."
My voice shakes as I nears my climax, my legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Please... No more... I beg you..."
But Trina just smiles sadistically, continuing to snap pictures as my body convulses in pleasure and pain, my juices flowing freely.
"You're not allowed to cum you fucking slut, if you cum I'm going to send these pictures to everyone who knows you, I'm going to expose you. You're going to regret it, I'm going to give you a beating where you won't be able to get up tomorrow”
Trina opens the laptop and puts in front of me pictures of Vanessa, with her little legs open, showing her panties, her beautiful eyes and that angelic face on the screen staring me in the eyes.
I close my eyes and bite my lips as I squeal, trying to bear it.
Trina grabs my hair and makes me look at the screen.
"Look at your niece , you dirty slut, are you still turned on by the sight of her?"
She slaps my tits as the electricity continues to run through me. She pinches my tits and makes me look at pictures of my princess.
Bound hand and foot on the floor, I lay beneath Trina's merciless gaze, my breasts glistening with a mixture of sweat and milk. The large vibrator rests on my pussy as I try desperately not to give in to its insistent hum.
"Please... No more... I can't... I'll do anything..." I whimper, tears streaming down my face as I gaze longingly at Vanessa's innocent smile staring back at me from the laptop screen.
Trina cackles cruelly as she continues pinching my tits.
"You should have thought about that before you decided to make a move on your own niece.
The vibrator pulses stronger against my pussy lips and clit, reminding me of the impossible task set before me , not to cum while being tormented both physically and emotionally.
In frustration, I press the vibrator closer to myself, but know this is tantamount to begging for an orgasm. I closed my eyes tightly, trying every trick in my submissive arsenal not even aware it was having an effect upon Trina who seemed pleasantly amused by my desperate struggle for control over what remained of myself, completely.
“That's it bitch! Suffer. And you're not going to cum. I won't allow it. If you cum I'll beat you so bad I'll send you to the hospital, and I'll tell the police what you've done”
My eyes widen in panic at the threat, my body trembling as I struggle to resist the vibrator's insistent hum.
"Please... Don't send me to the hospital..."
I whisper hoarsely, my legs shaking together unconsciously as I try desperately to suppress the imminent climax.
Trina watches with satisfaction, enjoying every twitch and moan that escapes my lips.
Sobbing and clenching my teeth in determination, I fight with all my strength the ever-growing pleasure building within me as Trina continues to torture my body with the vibrator and electrical shocks.
I want to cum so much, my heart racing with conflicting urges, my submissive desire to please overwhelming my willpower to resist.
"Please... I'm trying... Don't push it... I can't take it..." My moans trembling l over the place, my voice breaking with fear and desperation.
Trina grins wickedly, delighted by my growing torment.
"Good... You're almost there...look at you, fucking horny whore"
My body convulses as I try every last ounce of willpower to resist, my mind filled with images of my sweet little niece, my body teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
Trina stops the vibrator and activates the electric shocks again. I started to move desperately, wanting to feel the relief of an orgasm but just as I was about to, Trina suddenly cut off my source of pleasure without allowing me to relieve myself.
“Oh… no God!!”
My body shudders uncontrollably as the electric shocks resume, my mind filled with a mixture of agony and longing as I've been denied my much-needed release.
I writhe beneath Trina's merciless hand, tears streaming down my face, pussy aching, as my body screams out for release.
"PLEASE... MORE... NOW... I NEED IT... PLEASE..." My voice is hoarse with desperation, my whole body shaking with a combination of pain, pleasure, and the overwhelming desire to cum.
Trina smirks sadistically as she cranks up the intensity of the TENS unit, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
"You want it so bad... Keep begging for it”
The torture continues, as my sweaty body trembling with each cruel wave of electricity as Trina tortures my with the sweetest denial of pleasure I've ever experienced.
Sweaty and trembling, Trina takes a few last pictures, turns off the vibrator.
She ties my hands with a black rope and ties them over my head, tying me to the top of the bed. I'm a mess, my chest rises and falls rapidly, I feel my heartbeat in my throat, I swallow saliva, exhausted and needy.
She removes the patches from my breasts and inner thighs, then removes the spreader bar from between my knees. I can finally close my legs and squeeze them, feeling my pussy aching from the denial to which it has been exposed.
“This is how you are going to stay tonight, without food or water, and needy as a bitch in heat”
Breathless and overwhelmed with exhaustion, I hang limply from the top of the bed, my body slick with sweat and arousal as Trina steps back to admire my helpless state.
"Perfect... You'll stay like this all night... Aching and needy... Remember... This is your punishment for even thinking of touching your sweet little niece..."
Trina's voice drips with cruel satisfaction as she leaves me alone with my thoughts, aching body, and huge desperate longing for release.
My heart is pounding with a mixture of fear, need, and overwhelming submission as a way to seek some kind of salvation for what I had done.
Bound to the headboard of the bed, my body drenched in sweat, my heart races with a mixture of fear, pleasure, and exhaustion. I groan in relief as I'm finally able to close my legs but it brings no relief for my aching, needy pussy.
"You've earned no comfort" —Remembering Trina's words in my head. "You're going to sleep here tonight... Denied... Needy”
My heart sinks in despair as I'm left alone with my need, pulsating with hunger, my mind still filled with images of Vanessa as I drift off into an uneasy sleep, my pussy aching for release.