family setup

[MissyDemeanors]

DISCLAIMER: this thread will have serious reluctance non consent. If that's not your thing DON'T READ THIS


Anita Winslow : 23, 5'7 140 pounds, 36c bright green eyes.

Anita couldn't believe she was under her mother's roof again. She'd been living with her father from 16 to 18 then had been in college until now. At 23 she was broke and had yet to land a decent job in the fashion world. Her father was a workaholic and she almost never saw him from 16-18 and at college she had been free and independent. Mostly peddling drugs and riding on a scholarship to get by.

She gave up the drug trade after her dealer got caught and her father had moved to China apparently. That left her mother. A well known actress that had given her up at 16 because it made her look old.

Maybe it was because her famous life had led to marrying a disgustingly rich man or maybe she was done with acting either way Anita's mom insisted she move in with them.

She'd been home about a week now and her mother had yet to come home. As far as she could tell her mother was fucking someone in Sweden and had completely forgotten to let her know. She'd met her step father briefly but he had yet to talk with her. He wasn't out there so she couldn't imagine what had her mother's attention.

None of that mattered. Her mother was giving her a huge allowance and she was living life up. Even now as it drew past 11 she was sneaking out. Her mother had insisted the only thing she required was that Anita not ruin her reputation. Wearing a small green tube dress that barely covered and and stiletto heels she looked anything but respectable. She had a party to go to and as long as dear step dad didn't see her, she could go live it up.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Michael Harrison. Age 42. He made his millions in the early 2000's as a film producer, having had a knack for finding and developing chemistry between actors, both on and off stage. He had, at this point, mostly retired from Hollywood, only doing one film a year while he enjoyed the good life.

His marriage to the actress Olivia Winslow had started out better than most; at least there had been some semblance of an actual relationship there, early on, but it hadn't taken long for reality to set in. She needed his connections to keep her acting career alive, and he needed her to seem happy and successful and available to be his arm-candy when he needed her.

Olivia had, at the beginning, attempted to go along with some of Michael's kinkier ideas in the bedroom. However, she just didn't have the drive or interest in it. She was content to fuck and leave it at that. But he wanted toys, he wanted restraints, he wanted to push her limits in ways she wasn't comfortable with.

And so they had reached a compromise. Olivia's daughter was young, easily molded, and easily controlled due to them being in control of her purse-strings. They essentially made their relationship "open", and the recent college graduate Anita was Olivia's peace offering to Michael.

He was only too happy to accept. Olivia, however, neglected to tell Anita about the deal. She figured Michael would have his own way to break the news to her...

*****

Michael's ears perked up as he sat in his office at his computer, finalizing arrangements for the grand opening of his next big movie. He could hear his step-daughter upstairs, moving around. Clearly, she was getting ready to go out for the night. And who was he to stop her? She was 23 after all, perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

Except that she had no job, no income, no nothing to offer, except her luscious body.

It was time to put some new conditions on her little party life she was enjoying so much. He reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a small silver "bullet", a convenient little cocaine delivery device. He took a snort to keep himself going on his work as he heard Anita slip out to go to her party.

He wasn't stupid, after all. He had a pretty good idea what she was up to.

And he was up waiting for her when she stumbled in some four hours later...

 

[MissyDemeanors]

The sun was going to be up at any mintue. She'd taken off her shoes and her feet were covered in dirt. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was gone and he was pretty sure she had cum on her dress.

Coked out and drunk she'd offer to jerk off the uber guy instead of paying him and he agreed. She hadn't done coke in months and she'd really over done it. She couldn't stop sniffing and the drip tasted bloody. Total salts mixed in, her nose was killing her.

She knew she was drunk too when she realized she was using her gym locker key to try and open the front door. She didn't know what to do. Normally she had a boyfriend she'd go to and fuck until she crashed. Now she was just going to have to sit in her room and twitch until she came down.

She could always use her vibrator. Hazy and adrenaline ridden she walked to the stairs quickly forgetting to look out for anyone she just wanted to shower and try and calm herself. Next party, less coke, more sex.

 

[The_J0k3R]

"You stop right there young lady," Michael called out from his vantage point in his easy chair from the living room. He had the lights out, and had put his tablet away when he heard her arrive.

He watched her stumble, saw familiar body language. She was fucked up. She had that same gait as her mother did when she got fucked up (which, truthfully, was not often enough for his liking. She was always much louder and more... willing when she was under the influence).

He turned on the reading lamp on the small table beside the chair, so she could see him.

"Come over here. Now."

His gaze leveled upon her, locked with hers. He saw her sniff, and knew immediately what else she had been up to. Involuntarily, he sniffed himself, getting a tiny remnant bump from his nostril.

His new toy. He wanted a good look at her.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"You stop right there young lady,"

Anita nearly jumped out of her skin. She dropped her shoes cussing . "What the fuck don't scare me like that." She was too drunk to keep her mouth shut and too coked out to realize how far she was going.

"Rain check ." She said laughing as she wobbled to pick up her shoes. She had to adjust her dress a few times as she walked to the stairs. She still had her strapless bra on but the dress kept wanting to slide down over it. She was wondering what she did with her panties when she grabbed the stairway railing.

She paused to look back. He looked pissed. If she didn't talk to him now he'd want to talk later. It was still dark out. If she stood a few feet away he probably wouldn't see her pupils.

She let go of the railing and focused all her strength on walking straight with out wobbling. She liked her lips, she'd kill for some water. Sniffing she shrugged "sorry. Party ran late. I'm headed to bed we can talk after I rest and get cleaned up."

She was proud of herself. Her heart felt like it was going to pump out of her chest and each word she used seemed like she was pulling teeth but she thought she sounded pretty put together. She sniffed again "We good?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

"Must have been a really good party," Michael said, ignoring her plea to have this conversation later. His eyes raked over her young form in the tight green dress. She was curvier than her mother, and in all the right ways. "Especially if you'd dress up like a hooker to go to it," he said, his tone condescending.

His hand came out swiftly, grasping her face by her chin, and pulling her towards him. He made her look up towards the slowly turning ceiling fan. His other hand found her ribcage, his fingers feeling at the thin, stretchy, shimmery fabric just below the swell of her impressive chest.

He turned her face down a bit, just so he could lock eyes with her. He could see how bloodshot they were. Under his fingers, he could feel her racing heart.

"Did you at least have fun tonight?" he asked her.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"Must have been a really good party,"

"Yeah it was..."

*"Especially if you'd dress up like a hooker to go to it,"*

That pissed her off "This is a nice dress, fuck you! I..."

Her words got cut off as he grabbed her chin. "Ow!" She shoved on his chest to get him to let her go. He tilted her head up. Eyes to the cieleing she felt a little disoriented but she still bat at the fingers prodding her dress.

He brought her chin down to stare her in the eyes. She groaned knowing she was totally busted "yeah, loads of fun now that you've groped me like a creeper can I go to my room?" She dug her fake manicured nails into his arms to try and pry his touch away from her.

 

[The_J0k3R]

He let go of her, a look of mock insult playing across his face. "Creeper? Oh no, honey, creepers grope like this," he said with a smirk before reaching out to her, grasping at her dress more insistently. This time, though, his fingers found the top of the dress, right between her inpressive and abundant cleavage, and pulled down, exposing her strapless bra and just how little of her breasts were containd within.

"I bet that's more what you looked like for most of the night," he said with a sneer, the fingers that had pulled her tiny tube dress down now traveling back up between her cleavage.

He pulled back. "You know, your mother has been worried about you, and this kind of behavior," he said. "And now that this little encounter confirms our fears, I have no choice but to cut off your... allowance for the time being."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

All she could do was gape at him. She pulled her dress up and covered herself "Fuck you!" Her come back was lacking. She pushed him back "My mother may have worried about my behavior but...but...but THIS! "

Words were really hard. She stumbled back "if I called her right now she'd leave your creeper ass." She crossed her arms over her body. Her head was spinning and she was pissed.

She looked for her cell phone but realized it, like her panties, was missing. "Damn." She mumbled and started stepping away from him. "Way to ruin your marriage loser."

 

[The_J0k3R]

Michael smirked as his step-daughter raged in front of him, threatening to call her mother and tell on him. He almost even laughed.

He watched as she searched around for her phone and failed to find it. He was already pulling his own out. He pressed the button and then spoke into it:

"Call Olivia," he said, and activated the speakerphone, holding the phone up so they could both hear it ring.

Olivia answered, breathlessly. "What the hell do you want at this hour?" she demanded; a slight moan escaped her lips afterwards. Michael knew she was in the middle of getting fucked.

"Your daughter wanted to talk to you about her allowance," I replied, still holding the phone up.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"I don't care about my allowance fucker." She just stared at him. She went for the phone and he held it away from her. She didn't want to say it out loud but she wanted to wipe that smile off his face.

"I came home and he grabbed me and then pulled down my top and he.."

Before she could say anything Olivia spoke "did you misbehave?"

"Excuse me?" Anita asked confused rubbing her temples, how high was she?

"I told Mike you are his. Why did you think your allowance was so big. He's happy, you get to keep it. If he's not then you're out on your ass and he'll find someone else who would like that allowance."

Anita shook her head in horror. She felt like her mother had slapped her "you gave me to him?" Her mother made it seem like she'd simply signed over the deed on her daughter.

"Yes, it's my deal with him. You are, and have, nothing with out this. So Anita." Her mother moaned In pleasure and Anita thought she'd puke "if you've misbehaved just apologize, take your punishment and you can go back to being your usual naive self." Another moan "don't call again Michael."

Just like that the cell went dead. Anita's mouth was dry. She looked away from his hand to Michaels eyes and she shook. "May I go to bed please." She felt sick and she wanted to curl in bed, wake up and find this was all a nightmare. She was too high to process any of this.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Michael watched with considerable amusement as Anita's wheels turned, but failed to properly process. He pulled the silenced phone away and slipped it into his pocket, his gaze never leaving her as she pleaded to be allowed to leave and escape to her room.

"You're kidding, right?" he said. "You're all tweaked out, in my house, and you expect me to just leave you alone?" He laughed.

"No, Anita, I plan on keeping you quite well occupied until you pass the fuck out and can sleep off the rest of it," he said.

"Now, if you'd prefer we continue this conversation in your... bedroom, by all means, lead the way."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She just whimpered and shook her head no. She gripped her shoe and for a mintue considered stabbing him with her heel. That idea drifted away at the thought of cops showing. They'd just say she was high and made it up. She couldn't drive or even call someone to pick her up.

She was screwed completely and it was mostly her fault. "I don't want to go in my room any more." She thought about running but that all led to the same place. If he wanted to fuck til she passed out she could do that.

Then sober up and call the cops or just sell some shit and...what? Be a homeless bum with $100 to her name. No...she was too high to think. She was going to do what he wanted, pass out, sleep and figure it out in the morning.

Tossing her shoes to the ground she just put her hands up as if to show defeat

 

[The_J0k3R]

Michael raised an eyebrow as she put her hands up in surrender, and then a sly grin slipped across his lips.

"Now we're making some progress," he said. He grabbed at her again in the dim light, his hands reaching low this time as he stepped forward.

His hands slipped underneath her tiny skin tight dress, one of them reaching around to grope her ass, the other moving to slip between her thighs, the finger insistently searching out her clitoris and lips...

He growled in her ear: "show me your tits you little slut."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She couldn't do it. She shoved at him and stepped back "look don't make it weird, let's just fuck and get it over with. The dirty talk crap isn't needed. We both know I'm gone come tomorrow."

She didn't know that she also really doubted it. He'd grabbed her and been cocky but not rough. Her flight or fight instincts seemed to be making it easier for her to focus. She still blinked a lot though trying to stay coherent.

She stepped back her hands up trying to block him. "Let's just fuck and be done with it." She felt confident he'd leave her be after he came. She just wanted him to fuck her and be done.

(PM)

 

[The_J0k3R]

"You're not going anywhere," Michael calmly explained, his voice dark as he glared at her. He stepped forward.

"And I don't want to just fuck you," he said, a whisper in her ear as he circled around behind her. His hand on the small of her back, sliding upwards, coming to a rest at the back of her neck. His hand was large, and his fingers nearly wrapped all the way around her throat.

His lips brushed over her earlobe, his breath heavy in her ear. His hands found a grip in her long brown hair at the back of her head, and he yanked her head back.

"As long as you're under this roof, you're my toy do with as I please. And I don't anticipate you leaving anytime soon. Where would you go? With what money?" He laughed at her. "You don't even have a car!"

He spat on her face then. "You're worthless, useless but for one thing..."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

He didn't want to just fuck her? This was officially too much. Before she could run his hand was on the back of her neck. She had a random memory of her dog as a kid picking it's puppies up by the neck. They'd just gone limp. The pressure made her realize why they may have just done that.

He gripped her hair painfully tight and spit on her. "Oh gross!" She wiped her face and wasn't listening to him. She struggled against him. Her nails gripping his arms her foot went back to kick him. She wished she still had her heels on. She kept fighting and thrashing.

He just stayed and waited. Sooner then she thought possible the coke high wasn't enough. Her chest was still pounding but her adrenaline had worn out. She couldn't fight him any more. The drunk buzz was gone. What she was left with was terrible.

She was stuck in his grasp and her body was wide awake but she didn't have the strength to fight him. "I'm sorry." She whispered it closing her eyes. It made her face burn having to say it but she was terrified. "I'm sorry." She said louder hoping what her mother had said was true.

That she should apologize, accept her punishment and things would be ok. She just prayed the punishment was quick. She was hypersensitive and terrified. She couldn't open her eyes but she calmed herself enough to stop fighting him.

 

[The_J0k3R]

She had some fight in her, but it didn't last very long. Michael held on to her as she struggled herself out of energy and willpower, and was soon moaning her apologies to him.

"Apologies are just empty promises," he sneered. He sniffed, getting a tiny bonus bump of coke. His cock stirred at her trembling before him. He was standing behind her, hand still in her hair.

"But, regardless, you did apologize, which means it's time for your punishment," he said, his grip on her hair tightening. "Let's go," he ordered, and started to head out of the living room and towards his side of the house. He kept a hold of her, forcing her to walk bent over following behind him, as he held onto her hair and guided her into his bedroom, and straight to his bed, shoving her down face first, into the thick comforter, and holding her there, suffocating her!

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She said nothing as he dragged her along. She could barely keep up. When he pushed her against the mattress she assumed he was going to just push her dress up. Instead he pushed her face down and she was instantly aware of her lack of air.

Her first instinct was to fight but she'd already spent her energy. She dug her nails into his hand knowing she was going to draw blood. She kicked her foot out but didn't make contact with anything. She was terrified and her already coked out heart beat was pounding in her ears as she started to get dizzy. She went limp praying he'd release her before she blacked out or worse.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Her fake fingernails dug into the skin on his hand as he held her down, drawing blood just before she went limp beneath him.

He yanked her hair back and let off the pressure on her back, letting her up for air. His other hand was behind her, grabbing at the bottom of her tiny dress and pulling it up to expose her bare ass.

A moment later that hand was rather aggressively exploring the space between her thighs, his fingers insistent and digging into her wetness.

"Do you understand yet, how you belong to me, slut?" he demanded to know, leaning over her as she gasped for air. His cock was getting terribly hard in his jeans, uncomfortably so...

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She gasped for air the second he lifted her head. His probing was rough and she was struggling to oblige. She opened her legs wanting to ease the intrusion "Yes" She said breathless.

She felt two of his fingers slid into her tight pussy. She clenched her teeth but spoke up. "I'm sorry yes." She squirmed "I belong to you." She gripped the covers and cried out as he explored her further.

She had never been so scared in her life. Her coke high was still going on she would still be awake. She was dead sobe though and was ready to say whatever he wanted to if it meant she got to leave.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Maybe she was starting to understand her new station. Michael doubted it, however. She wasn't even close to "getting it" yet.

His fingers inside her probed, explored, scratched and rubbed at her walls seeking that magic button. Instead of finding it, he assaulted her, starting to ram his fingers hard up into her. He slipped his ring finger in, three now, and pushed them all deep within her and then opened them up, spreading inside.

"You're still thinking of running away, aren't you?" he growled in her ear, his fingers growing more insistent before pulling out to spread her copious juices back to her puckered asshole...

 

[MissyDemeanors]

The third finger sliding in she couldn't spread her legs far enough. She thrashed and felt her pussy dripping trying to ease the pain she was feeling. He spread he fingers and she nearly screamed "No I won't run away I swear."

She felt his fingers on her ass and she froze. "Please" She whimpered close to tears "I swear I won't leave. Please I'll do anything to show you that I know I'm yours." She didn't move an inch not wanting to anger him. "Please I belong to you I know I do. I'm begging you to forgive me."

She could feel the tears coming down her face. She was terrified but didn't want him to hurt her further. She banished any thought of leaving from her mind. She wanted to believe that was her only option that he would hear her and believe she was telling the truth.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Her pleading was... convincing. His finger lingered on her asshole, toying with her backdoor for a few moments before pulling away.

"Good," he said, standing up. He gazed upon his new toy, spread across his bed, open and available for his use.

"And I'll forgive, once I'm done with you," he said, unzipping his pants to get his cock free from the restraining denim. He looked down upon her perfect young form, her heart-shaped ass just begging to be taken.

He jerked his cock languidly as he stood there looking at her, getting harder by the moment as he savored the view. He would have to message Olivia and thank her for the "gift".

Later, of course.

In the next moment, Michael came up behind her, his stiff cock finding its way to rest against her wetness, firmly rubbing along her dripping slit.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She had been so terrified by his fingers that his "good" sent relief trough her whole body. She felt nervous again at the sound of his jeans. She didn't move , afraid of making him angry.

She gripped the sheets and closed her eyes. She felt his dick press against her slit and she had never wanted a dick in her so bad in all her life. She wanted to make him cum. To have him spent and forgiving her.

She shook and spoke to him "I want to be good." She prayed he would. That he'd believe her. That she wanted to please him because she belonged to him. She figured it was too much too hope he had a small dick.