Brute
Copyright© 2024 by TabooTalesIn
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Linda wished she shouldn't have threatened her son whom she abandoned years ago, now she couldn't escape her son’s wrath.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Romantic Slavery Fiction Cheating Incest Mother Son Brother Sister InLaws BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Lactation Pregnancy Public Sex Revenge
Linda sat regally behind her expansive mahogany desk, her perfectly manicured red nails clicking against the polished surface, a sign of her impatience and frustration. She was a woman accustomed to wielding power, to having the world bend to her will, and the encounter with Alan had left her with an unsettling feeling—a sensation she rarely experienced. The unease that had crept into her body when she faced Alan still lingered, like a persistent shadow that refused to fade. Her sapphire eyes, usually cold and calculating, now held a flicker of curiosity mingled with annoyance. Alan’s parting words, “be ready for me,” echoed in her mind, a haunting refrain that she couldn’t shake. Linda’s lips, usually curved in a confident smile, now thinned into a tight line. She was unaccustomed to being threatened, to having someone dare to challenge her authority. In her world, she was the puppeteer, pulling the strings of those around her, and Alan’s audacity had caught her off guard. She had built an empire, crushed rivals, and manipulated powerful men with her beauty, yet Alan’s words had managed to pierce through her armour of confidence.
“Who does he think he is? Does he not know who I am? The great Linda Wells, the woman who gets what she wants, when she wants it?”
But beneath the anger and the desire for retribution, there was a flicker of something else—a curiosity about this mysterious man who had dared to confront her. Linda’s heart, usually as cold as the marble floors beneath her feet, beat a little faster, and she found herself eager to uncover the secrets Alan was hiding, to peel back the layers of his defiance.
“Mom, you seem troubled?” Victor asked, his deep voice filling the office as he entered, his tall, muscular frame filling the doorway like a guardian. His concern was evident in the furrow of his brows, but Linda’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and amusement as she recounted the events that had transpired.
“That pathetic worm, Alan, dared to threaten me. Can you believe the nerve of that spineless loser?” Linda’s voice dripped with contempt, her fingers drumming on the desk. “He thinks he can challenge the Wells family? He has no idea who he’s dealing with.”
Victor’s face twisted into a mask of rage, his strong jaw clenching tightly. “That gutless cuck! I’ll make sure he regrets ever crossing our path. I’ll teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.” His fists clenched at his sides, veins bulging, as if he were ready to pummel Alan into submission.
Linda raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, silencing her son with a simple gesture. “No, Victor. I have a far more satisfying plan in mind. I want Alan to suffer, to beg for mercy on his knees. I’m going to toy with his pathetic existence, like a cat playing with a helpless mouse.” A devious smile spread across her lips, revealing a hint of her perfectly white teeth.
“But mom, shouldn’t we teach him a lesson?” Victor’s voice held a dangerous edge, his eyes glinting with the thrill of inflicting pain. “A little visit from our men would show him who’s in charge.”
Linda shook her head, her long raven hair cascading over her shoulders. “No, Victor. I have something far more sinister in mind. I want Alan to suffer in ways he’s never imagined. He’ll beg for mercy, and I’ll deny him even that.” Her voice dripped with a cruel delight, and Victor’s curiosity grew, despite his eagerness for immediate violence.
“Is that slut, Emily, still with you?” Linda’s eyes narrowed, a predator assessing its prey.
“Oh yes, mom,” Victor replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “She’s at our guest house, thoroughly entertaining Nina, my lovely wife. You know how she likes to play with her toys.” Nina, Victor’s partner in crime, took pleasure in toying with their victims, her wealth and status providing the perfect cover for their twisted activities.
Linda’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam. “Perfect. I want you to make a video with Emily, but keep your face hidden. Let’s make Alan squirm.”
Victor’s smile widened, his mind already spinning with depraved ideas. “Consider it done, mom. I’ll ensure that the video becomes Alan’s worst nightmare. He won’t know what hit him until it’s too late.”
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Linda purred, leaning back in her chair, her elegant fingers steepled beneath her chin. “We’ll teach him that crossing the Wells family is a fatal mistake.”
Alan sat in the dimly lit living room, his mind a battlefield of emotions as he grappled with the enigma that was Linda. Despite the hurt and anger, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered that perhaps he should give her a chance. After all, she had no idea that the man she had threatened was her very own son. Lost in this whirlwind of thoughts, Alan almost ignored the incessant buzzing of his phone, He unlocked the phone, noticing several messages from Emily. Alan had always believed there was a shred of decency left in her, but after hearing how she sold herself for Linda’s money, now he wasn’t so sure, it was the woman he fell in love with and married. A part of him wanted to ignore her, to erase her from his life completely, but the other part, driven by curiosity and a faint hope for closure, won out.
With a deep breath, he opened the message, and his world tilted on its axis once more. There a video greeted him with a gut-wrenching sight—Emily, on her knees, her once-innocent face now contorted in ecstasy as she sucked on a man’s throbbing cock. Alan’s stomach churned as he recognized the voice in the background as Victor’s.
“Look at you, you filthy whore! Betraying your husband for a real man! Admit it, you love my cock, don’t you?” Victor’s words were like daggers, each one slicing through Alan’s heart.
Emily’s response was a muffled moan of agreement, a knife twisting in Alan’s heart. “Yes, Victor! I love your cock! It’s so much bigger and better than Alan’s pathetic little dick!”
Alan’s breath caught in his throat and tears stung his eyes as he witnessed the ultimate betrayal. The woman he had loved, the one he had planned a future with, was now nothing more than a plaything for his brother. The weight of her betrayal crushed him, and he felt his heart constrict, as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.
“You fucking slut! How could you do this to me?” Alan screamed at the phone, his voice raw with anguish. In a fit of rage, he hurled the device across the room, watching it shatter into pieces, much like his shattered dreams and trust. His legs trembled, unable to support the weight of his pain, and he collapsed to the floor, his body betraying him as the room spun. As he drifted into unconsciousness, Alan’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—rage, hurt, and a deep sense of betrayal. He had always prided himself on being a rational man, but in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to make everyone pay for their sins.
Alan’s eyes fluttered open, his heart pounding as he slowly focused on the figure standing before him. For a fleeting moment, he thought that his mother had come to rescue him from the depths of his despair. But the illusion shattered as the voice, dripping with malice, confirmed it was Linda.
“Hello, Alan,” she purred, her eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. “How was my little gift? I bet you enjoyed it.” Alan’s blood ran cold as he realised the video, the one that had shattered him, was her doing. How could this woman, his own mother, be so heartless and cruel?
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