Bullied Three Ways From Sunday
Copyright© 2026 by Xanzibar
Chapter 3: Isaac’s Wicked Games
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Isaac’s Wicked Games - Lydia Taylor, brilliant son, Carl, who is about to go to college is bullied at school by a lowlife and his friends. After dropping her son off to leave for two weeks she decides to go and confront the parents of the bully. The parent is an ex-con who loses it when she threatens to get the cops involved. He and his two sons subdue her. They decide they are going to train her to be their plaything and a series of humiliations quickly ensue.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Cuckold Mother BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Torture Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Body Modification Foot Fetish Leg Fetish Public Sex ENF Prostitution Transformation
The makeover...
Edgar woke Lydia up and grabbed her by her collar and told her that she will obey Isaac today and that she was his, if she acted up he would get his bullwhip out. Lydia was terrified. She slowly walked into the living room.
“You have a nice body slut, I cannot believe you are sissyboy’s mom.” Isaac looked at Lydia for a long time not saying a word. Lydia got self conscious. She expected to be jumped on the second she got into the living room. She felt she was being studied.
Isaac walked towards Lydia with slow, deliberate steps. His eyes were locked on her body as he approached her, his hands reaching out to run over her curves and contours.
Lydia’s breath hitched at the touch of his hands on her skin. The rough calluses on his fingers sent shivers down her spine and she couldn’t help but get aroused by his touch.
Isaac’s fingers trailed down her arms, across her chest, and down to her waist. He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from hers as he whispered, “You have a very nice body, slut.”
Lydia could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she blushed at his words. She was both terrified and incredibly turned on by this dominant man who had complete control over her.
Isaac continued to explore every inch of Lydia’s body with his hands, making sure to not miss a single curve or crevice. She could feel her arousal building with each touch and she couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze.
Finally satisfied with his exploration, Isaac took Lydia back to his room where he made her put on a sheer fetish lingerie outfit. It was a revealing ensemble made of black lace with open cups that barely covered her nipples and crotchless panties that left nothing to the imagination.
As if that wasn’t enough, he also handed Lydia a pair of glossy black stilettos with five-inch heels. She struggled to walk in them at first, but Isaac’s firm grip on her arm guided her as they headed back to the living room.
With each step she took in those heels, Lydia felt more exposed and vulnerable than ever before. But at the same time, she felt empowered by Isaac’s control over her.
Her arousal was now almost unbearable as she stood in front of him in this sexualized outfit. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second and she couldn’t wait for what was going to happen next.
“Now your real training begins. My dad and brother see you and just see a piece of fuckable meat. I demand more and I WILL get it.” Isaac said.
Lydia breathing quickened as she sensed something more sadistic in his gaze than the others. He would not be happy with simply getting his dick wet he demanded something else, something more, and that terrified Lydia to her very core.
“Now, you think because you service our dicks you are our slut? My brothers think so, so does Pop, but I know better. Make no mistake by the time I am through with you will be. Oh yes, you will be, down to your very soul. Being the best fucktoy you can be. This is what will be at the center of your entire being. You will be itching to take as much cock as you can possibly handle. You will close your eyes and know, who owns you.” Isaac said pulling out a cattle prod.
Mother of hell! Is that a cattle prod? Lydia screamed inside her head as all sorts of alarm bells were going off.
Isaac’s words sent a shiver of fear through Lydia’s body, but she knew better than to question him. She was at his mercy and there was nothing she could do about it.
As if reading her thoughts, Isaac brought the cattle prod closer to her body, tracing it over her bare skin. The cold metal sent a jolt of electricity through her, causing her to gasp and jump back.
Isaac chuckled darkly, enjoying the control he had over Lydia’s reactions. He continued to run the cattle prod over her body, occasionally pausing to suckle on her earlobe or pinch her nipple.
Lydia couldn’t help but moan at his touch, despite the fear that coursed through her veins. She felt like a puppet on strings, completely under Isaac’s control.
After a few minutes of this slow torture, Isaac finally ordered Lydia to walk back and forth in front of him. With shaky legs in those tall heels, she began to sway her hips as seductively as she could manage.
But each time she moved in a way that wasn’t deemed sexy enough by Isaac’s standards, he would quickly shock her with the cattle prod. The pain shot through her body and she yelped in surprise and agony.
This only seemed to amuse Isaac more as he continued to watch Lydia walk back and forth in front of him. She could feel tears prickling at the corners of her eyes from the pain and humiliation.
But still, she pushed herself to move in the sexiest way possible, not wanting another shock from that damn cattle prod. She could feel Isaac’s eyes on every inch of her body as if he were inspecting some prized possession.
Finally satisfied with Lydia’s performance, Isaac put away the cattle prod and motioned for her to come closer. She approached him slowly, trying not to show any sign of weakness or fear.
“Good girl,” he said, running a hand through her hair and pulling her closer to him. “You have earned to privilege of sucking my cock slut” Isaac declared.
Lydia opened her eyes wide in disbelief and blurted out. “Privilege?”
“You don’t think it is a privilege?” Isaac asked tersely as if he had just been offended.
“Ah ... Um” Lydia stammered out not knowing how to answer that question.
“Very Well if you cannot appreciate it as such; the alternative is in order.” Isaac informed Lydia.
As Lydia hesitated, unsure of what to say, Isaac grabbed the cattle prod once again and pressed it against her bare skin. She yelped in pain, her body jerking away from the electric shock.
“Speak up, slut,” Isaac growled, his grip tightening on the prod. “Do you not appreciate the privilege of sucking my cock?”
Lydia’s mind raced as she tried to come up with a satisfactory response. But before she could form a coherent thought, another shock ran through her body.
“Yes!” she cried out. “It’s a privilege!”
Isaac sneered at her response, clearly not convinced. He continued to shock her with the prod until Lydia was nearly in tears.
“That’s right,” he said condescendingly. “You’re just a pathetic little slut who craves my cock.”
Lydia hung her head in shame as Isaac continued to degrade her with his words. She couldn’t believe how easily he had reduced her to this state.
“Now get on your knees,” Isaac commanded, pushing Lydia down onto the floor.
She complied without hesitation, knowing that any resistance would only result in more pain from that dreaded cattle prod.
Isaac stood before her with his cock already erect and dripping with anticipation. He grabbed a handful of Lydia’s hair and forced her mouth onto him, making sure she took him all the way in.
Lydia gagged slightly at the sudden intrusion but quickly regained control as Isaac began thrusting into her mouth with no regard for her comfort or pleasure.
“You like being used like this?” Isaac asked mockingly as he slammed himself deeper into Lydia’s throat.
Lydia could only moan and nod as best she could with his cock filling her mouth. She hated herself for enjoying this rough treatment at his hands but couldn’t deny the pleasure it brought her body.
Isaac chuckled darkly and continued to use Lydia’s mouth for his own pleasure until he finally reached his climax. He pulled out of her mouth and shot his load.
“Don’t swallow, keep it in your mouth.” Isaac ordered before motioning for her to get up. Lydia nodded wearily and got up with the young man’s seed still in her mouth.
“Again, lets work on your stride some more” Isaac declared.
As Lydia walked in front of Isaac once again, she could feel the weight of his cum in her mouth, a constant reminder of her submission. She felt degraded and humiliated, but at the same time, the taste and feel of Isaac’s release only fueled her arousal.
She couldn’t help but move with more confidence this time, swaying her hips and arching her back to catch Isaac’s eye. He watched her with a smug smile on his face, clearly pleased with her performance.
After what felt like an eternity, Isaac finally put an end to Lydia’s walking demonstration. “Good,” he said, clearly not impressed but somewhat satisfied nonetheless. “Now get on your knees, open that whore mouth of yours, show me my seed and swallow”.
Lydia did as she was told, showing her seed to Isaac before swallowing it. Lydia’s heart dropped when she saw Isaac disappointed look on his face.
“I did not hear an appreciative moan when you swallowed it.” Isaac explained to Lydia. Lydia’s eyes got wide knowing what was going to come next.
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“Aiyee!” Lydia yelped.
“Cumsluts love cum, it is your most favorite thing to have in the entire world!”
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“Agh!” Lydia cried out as the shock hit her again.
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“Cumslut moan loudly when they get a load of cum” Isaac explained.
“OW I am so sorry Sir!”
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“That’s master!” Isaac screamed at Lydia.
“I Sorry Master! Master! Master master please I am so sorry master!!” Lydia screamed in agony trying to say anything to get the shocks to stop.
“Better. Now walk, make it sexy, or we will have some more discussions to correct this behavior” Isaac said in a low voice. Lydia got up made eye contact with Isaac and sauntered in the most seductive manner she knew. He paraded her around the house for a full half hour before he was satisfied.
“This is how you walk from now on slut. I see you walking any other way we will revisit this lesson.”
“Yes Master” Lydia softly acknowledged.
“Now you earned your reward.” Isaac said opening his zipper again and nodding down to his cock.
Lydia not wanting another shock responded eagerly moaning seductively when he presented his cock to her. She got down on her knees and wrapped her lips around his dick and moaned as if she was eating a five-star version of her favorite meal.
Lydia eagerly took Isaac’s cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as she moaned in pleasure. She knew exactly how to please him and was determined to do so.
Isaac watched with a smirk on his face as Lydia took him deep into her throat, her lips tightly wrapped around his girth. He ordered her to play with herself as she sucked, wanting to see her in complete ecstasy.
Lydia obeyed, running her hand down between her thighs and rubbing herself vigorously. The combination of sucking Isaac’s cock and pleasuring herself was driving her wild with desire.
She could feel Isaac getting harder and harder in her mouth, his moans of pleasure spurring her on. She sucked and licked his shaft with fervor, determined to bring him to the brink of ecstasy.
Isaac couldn’t hold back any longer, his hips bucking as he released himself into Lydia’s waiting mouth. She eagerly swallowed every drop of his seed, continuing to pleasure herself until she too reached her own climax.
The two collapsed onto the floor in a heap of satisfaction, both panting heavily from their intense session. Lydia looked up at Isaac with admiration and longing, eager for more of his commands and rewards.
“That was an impressive performance,” Isaac said, finally breaking the silence. “You are learning quickly.”
“Thank you Master,” Lydia replied breathlessly, still basking in the afterglow.
“Now clean yourself up,” Isaac ordered. “I want you ready for round two.” Isaac pointed to the shower. Lydia did not need to be told twice.
When Lydia returned there was a second outfit waiting for her on the bed. Isaac was sitting in a chair on the wall of his room.
“Now you did not walk like a slut coming in here. That is my last warning. But you can make it up to me. I want you to get dressed, make it sexy, or we will revisit more lessons.” Isaac said pointing to the clothes on the bed with his cattle prod.
Lydia stood in front of the mirror, admiring her appearance. She had been given a tight, black lace lingerie set to wear for round two with Isaac. The bra pushed her breasts up and together, creating a deep cleavage that would surely drive him wild. The matching panties hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her figure.
She knew exactly what Isaac wanted from her. He wanted to tease and tantalize him with her body until he could no longer resist. And she was determined to deliver.
Lydia slowly put on the rest of the outfit - a red mini skirt that barely covered her ass and a white crop top that left little to the imagination. She added black thigh-high stockings and strappy stiletto heels for extra effect.
Isaac watched from his chair as Lydia transformed into a seductive vixen before his eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire as he imagined all the ways he could pleasure her in this outfit.
“Turn around,” Isaac commanded, wanting to see every angle of her new look.
Lydia spun around slowly, making sure to sway her hips in an exaggerated manner. She knew how much Isaac loved seeing her move like this, it was like giving him his own private pole dance.
“Very good,” Isaac said with a smirk. “But I think we can make it even better.”
With that, he handed Lydia a pair of handcuffs and instructed her to put them on herself behind her back. She did so without hesitation, knowing that being restrained only added to their pleasure.
“Now get back on your knees,” Isaac ordered, gesturing towards the floor at his feet.
Lydia eagerly dropped down and looked up at him expectantly, waiting for his next command. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, anticipating what was to come.
Isaac leaned back in his chair and unzipped his pants once again, his cock already rock hard. “No hands.” he instructed.
Lydia understood the command and kept her hands behind her back as she opened her mouth wide, eagerly taking Isaac’s cock inside. She swirled her tongue around his shaft while he watched over her.
As Lydia’s head bounced up and down on Isaac’s erect member, she felt his hands gently running through her hair, guiding her movements. The sensation of his hands combined with his rock-hard cock in her mouth sent waves of pleasure through her body.
Isaac moaned in delight as Lydia pleasured him with her mouth and hands. He could feel the tension building within him, knowing that he was close to reaching climax.
“That’s it, take it all,” Isaac whispered hoarsely, enjoying the sight of Lydia’s eyes rolling back in pleasure as she swallowed his cock whole.
Isaac could hold back no longer and exploded into Lydia’s mouth. Isaac grabbed Lydia’s hair roughly making sure she could not move as he exploded into her mouth.
“Don’t you dare swallow!” He growled out. Lydia complied as she was extremely defenseless with her hands cuffed behind her back. She felt incredible vulnerable.
“Open up show me my cum, slut” Isaac barked.
Lydia with her hands behind her back looked up a Isaac with a meek look in her eyes and opened her mouth showing the white pool inside of her mouth.
“Good when you are with me, you will wait until I give you permission to swallow, got it”
“Ga, it Maasshuur” sounded out with her mouth open full of sperm.”
Isaac stared at Lydia, still on her knees with a mouth full of his cum. He could see the desperation in her eyes, wanting to swallow but knowing she couldn’t until he gave her permission.
“That’s my girl.” Isaac said, a smirk forming on his face as he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling slightly to make sure she understood the power dynamics between them. “Now you can swallow.”
Lydia closed her eyes and took a deep breath before slowly swallowing the cum in her mouth. Her eyes widened for a moment, showing her struggle to follow his command, but she managed it eventually.
“That’s my good little cumslut,” Isaac praised, releasing his grip on her hair. “Now, clean yourself up.” Lydia gave him a confused look, not knowing what he meant. “I said clean yourself up!” he barked, and she immediately understood, turning on the shower, the water cascading down her body, washing away every trace of their encounter. She felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as she stood there under the spray, her mind reliving each moment of their interaction.
Once she had rinsed off every inch of her body, Lydia toweled herself dry, her skin glistening with a sheen of moisture. Isaac was watching her from his chair, his eyes locked onto her every movement.
“Get dressed,” he commanded, pointing to a third outfit laid out on the bed a tight latex catsuit in a deep shade of red that hugged her curves like a second skin. It left her tits complete exposed as well as her pussy and ass. Lydia approached the bed and slipped it on, feeling the slick material slide against her skin as she pulled it up over her body. The suit came with a matching mask that covered her eyes, leaving only her mouth exposed.
Isaac watched as Lydia got into the form fitting suit. She was making sure to thrust her ass out and run her hands over her body and legs as she did so. The thought about including the boots that went with the outfit, but decided that Lydia would look better in high heel stilettos instead. He was right the red fuck me pumps mixed with the red catsuit were a perfect match. The final touch was the stick of red lip gloss that was the same shade as the heels and catsuit.
“Put this on your whore mouth, slut” Isaac barked. Lydia was getting incredibly turned on. Unlike Garrett or Edgar who were physically dominate and were more like a nuclear warhead going through you. Isaac was calculating, his dominant manner was so thorough, thought out, it had Lydia leaking badly. He was turning her on so bad right now. She was finding being his submissive very arousing, humiliatingly so.
She found herself slowly putting the gloss on her lips, teasing him as if to keep his gaze on them. She made an exaggerated purse to make sure it was totally covered. Lydia, bit her lip when the intimate attention to detail on her person caused her pussy to throb. She was really loving this. What was wrong with her, Lydia thought.
“That is my good little plaything.” Isaac cooed closing the distance and sticking his thumb possessively into her mouth. “I put you in this to remind your main use, Are these holes. If I can park a dick in it, it will always be accessible to me, always.” Issac said thrusting his other hand into Lydia’s soaked pussy.