The Peters Annexation
Copyright© 2026 by Xanzibar
Chapter 2: Repurposed
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2: Repurposed - A bully, named Kade Daniels makes a deal with the sister, Evelyn Peters, of the bullied Jeffery Petters. She bites off more than she can chew and leads to a domino effect leading to the bully taking over the mother, and her older sister. The prey and his girlfreind become slaves to the mother of the bully that lives across the street. All becomes thralls to Kade Daniels.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Cuckold Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Gang Bang Harem Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Food Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Squirting Body Modification Foot Fetish Leg Fetish Public Sex Nudism Prostitution Revenge Transformation
The next morning.
Evelyn woke up to a hard cock prodding her. She hated how her body was turning wet with even the smallest hint of want from Kade, it was not fair. He adjusted himself fucked her from behind sideways on the bed and came in her. She came twice from his early wake-up call, that was how her morning started and like so many times in the short time since arriving Evelyn walked with cum oozing out of her sex. He told her to get into the shower. He joined her oddly enough he did not have sex with her but finished sooner than she did. By the time she emerged from the bathroom He already had something for her.
He must have went about the house because she got out of the shower he found a pair of 4-inch glossy black high heels. They were her mother’s.
“Put them on slut. I want you to start looking the part.” Kade ordered.
“Stop calling me slut! I am not a slut” Evelyn whined back. Evelyn tried her rebellion like a free falling person looking for any solid ground. Trying to get her college student back. He took her aura and was wearing like a trophy.
“Nope. I going to stop you right there. That is exactly what you are now. My fucktoy on legs. Got it. You are going to love every second Evie” He said calmly. Fuck when did she lose so much control Evie, thought, she was suppose to put this ruffian in his place instead he is depositing load after load into her pussy at will, and she was enjoying it immensely.
“No I am not a slut stop calling me that.” Emily whined back, not forceful or sure, a declaration against the dying of the night.
Kade’s eyes narrowed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Still don’t get it, do you?” He lunged forward, seizing Evelyn’s wrist in a vice-like grip. She gasped, shock and fear coursing through her as he dragged her towards her own room, the place that was supposed to be her sanctuary.
The heels clacked awkwardly on the hardwood floor as she struggled to keep up, her heart pounding in her chest.
He threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing against the soft mattress. Before she could react, he snatched a charging cord from the ground, the black wire snaking in his hand like a venomous serpent. He grabbed her other wrist, yanking them both behind her back. The cord bit into her skin as he tightened it, binding her wrists together. Panic surged through her, but she was helpless to stop him.
“Please, Kade,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Don’t do this.” Evelyn pleaded.
“What did you say slut” Kade growled.
He ignored her, his movements deliberate and cold. He unbuckled his belt, the leather whispering as he slid it from the loops of his jeans. She looked back in time to see a flash in his eyes for a moment. It was the same slitted pupils she saw in predators on nature shows. She shuddered, turning away as he doubled the belt over in his hand, the sound of leather on leather making her flinch. She fought to still the rise and fall of her chest, eyes fixed on the faded wallpaper border near the ceiling. Wearing only a pair of her mother’s high heels and his training belt around me, every imperfection in the ceiling popcorn stood out as if trying to distract myself from what was about to happen.
The first strike of the belt sent a shockwave of pain through her, the sound of the leather cracking against her skin echoing through the room. She cried out, the sound was raw and primal. “Say it, Evie,” he demanded, his voice growling low. “Say you’re my slut.”
She bit her lip, tears stinging her eyes. She wouldn’t give him satisfaction. The belt came down again, harder this time, the pain exploding across her skin. She fought to hold back the words, but the belt cracked against her once more and she finally broke.
“I’m your slut,” the word slut broke her heart to say, “Daddy’s slut,” she gasped out, the taste of the words bitter in her mouth. She thought speaking to them would make it hurt less, but they seemed to spur him on. The humiliation was almost as unbearable as the pain, and loss of control. The walls felt too close, the air of her sanctuary now vanished.
Leather cracked against skin. “Say it again.” Red welts rose like angry islands.
“I’m,” <Crack>. “, your,” <Crack>. “, slut.” Her shoulders hunched forward with each impact, her spine arching away from the next blow before it landed. Tears dripped onto the bedspread, forming perfect dark circles on the floral pattern.
The words tumbled from her lips, a desperate mantra. “I’m your slut, Daddy’s slut,” she repeated, each utterance more broken than the last.
The belt cracked against her skin, the pain blending into a relentless rhythm that echoed her humiliating confession. Tears streamed down her face, soaking the bedspread beneath her.
Kade paused, his breath ragged, the belt dangling from his hand. He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear. “Again,” he commanded, his voice a low, menacing growl.
She obeyed, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m your slut, Daddy’s slut.” The words felt foreign, wrong, a betrayal of everything she was. But she said them, again, until they became a sickening lullaby.
He slowly slid his cock behind her bent over the bed freshly spanked he fondled her slow and proper.
He entered her with a brutal thrust, the invasion sharp and sudden. She cried out, her fingers clutching the sheets, her body tensing from the shock. He fucked her hard, each thrust a punishment, a claim of ownership. She could feel his hands on her hips, holding her in place, controlling every movement. Her pussy was a wet mess from all the fucking they already did; it made their sex much more audible than normal.
“Say it,” he growled, his voice thick with exertion and triumph. “Say it, Evie.”
The words spilled from her lips, a meek, submissive chant. “I’m your slut, Daddy’s slut. I’m your slut, Daddy’s slut.” She said her voice cracked from crying but also tinged with arousal.
He had a perfect angle, and she was slick as you could be. The spanking, the teasing, the sheer girth of this man it had undone her then they sound they made when he entered her two bodies in perfect rhythm.
<Clop> <Clop> <Clop>
His pace quickened, his grip tightening as he chased his own pleasure. She could feel the heat building, the shame and humiliation coiling in her belly, twisting into something dark and unwanted.
<Clop> <Clop> <Clop>
Her body betrayed her, responding to his cruel ministrations, the friction building to an unbearable pitch.
“Daddy, Oh fuck yes!” she gasped, the word a broken sob. “Daddy, please, more, more!”
He let out a roar, his body tensing as he came. “You’re my fucking slut, Evie! Say it!”
She screamed the words, her body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her. “I’m your slut, Daddy’s slut! HOLY SHIT YOU FEEL SO GOOD! DON’T STOP!” The waves of pleasure were intense, blinding, a mix of pain and ecstasy that left her gasping, sobbing. She felt a gush of fluid, her body squirting in a humiliating display of her submission.
Kade collapsed on top of her, his breath hot on her neck. “Damn right you are.” he murmured, his voice a dark caress. “You get it now. You are mine. All mine, MY GIRL.”
Two hours later...
It did not take long for Kade to start on Evie’s other parts of her life. The clicking on the hardwood floor drew attention to the fuck me pumps she was wearing and the jeans she had worn were now cut into extremely skimpy booty shorts by Kade. He smiled ear to ear as he used the scissors and made into denim booty shorts, he took that dowdy t-shirt she had on when they met when she tried to look “ugly” and cut it right below her breast so the bottoms of them showed from behind the t-shirt. He took her into the bathroom and put on her makeup. She looked sultry now like a sexy role play the glasses completing the look. He even made her shave her legs, she purposefully did not shave them to try and dissuade him. Evelyn’s cheeks burned hot as her pulse hammered in her throat. Her breath came in shallow gasps, each inhale catching slightly. His fingertips traced up her calf, lingering behind her knee, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. When he leaned in, his eyes locked on hers, she couldn’t look away. His lips brushed against hers not rough like before, but deliberate, patient. Her eyelids fluttered closed as he cupped her face, her body going slack against him. A sound escaped her throat, barely audible, as she melted forward. Her lips parted against his, and she found herself whispering against his ear, her voice hardly more than a breath: “Daddy.”
Later...
He announced, with sudden decisiveness, that brooked no rebuttal, that they were leaving the house. Kade took Evelyn’s keys from the hook near the door, a silent assertion of possession, and jerked his head at her to follow. The implied threat in his eyes left her with no room for hesitation. She teetered on her mother’s high heels, the click of each step a metronome counting out the beats of her humiliation, as she trailed him to the battered Civic. She slumped into the passenger seat, hugging her thighs, feeling the rush of summer air between her bare legs, the sharp denim hem of her shorts biting into her skin. She tried to close her legs, but Kade noticed and shot her a warning look. The drive was mercifully silent except for the throb of the engine and the occasional pop song warbling from the radio, but there was no reprieve. Evelyn kept her gaze fixed on the passing blur of suburbia, wondering if any of the neighbors saw her, if anyone questioned the new, garish version of her in the passenger seat. The mall loomed up, ugly and dour, a monument to the ordinary horrors of teen life.
Inside, the air was thick with the smell of fried food and the too-bright chemical tang of cheap perfume. Kade led her with a hand at the small of her back, steering her like a wayward shopping cart. She felt eyes on her everywhere, real or imagined, her cheeks burning as she passed people from school, mothers with strollers, packs of kids who gave her a once-over and whispered to each other. They went first to a store that Evelyn had always avoided, a place where the mannequins all looked like sex dolls and the lingerie was displayed in glossy, candy-colored rows. Kade picked out a handful of racy outfits: a hot-pink body-con micro dress, a mesh halter top with matching thong, a patent-leather miniskirt that looked like it belonged in a music video. He tossed each onto Evelyn’s arm, a mounting heap of humiliation.
“Go on,” he said, nodding to the dressing rooms.
Evelyn’s heart pounded. “You’re coming with me?”
“Of course I am, Evie. You think I trust you not to chicken out?” He grinned at her, wide and wolfish. “Besides, you’re goanna need help getting into some of this.”
In the cramped, mirrored cubicle, the fluorescent lights made her skin look sickly and every imperfection screamed at her from the glass. Kade followed her in, ignoring the protests of the bored salesgirl, who only shrugged and went back to scrolling on her phone. Kade perched on the little bench, arms crossed, as Evelyn stripped off her t-shirt. She tried to keep her back to him, but he snapped, “Face me. What, you shy now?” She put on the micro dress first, it barely covered her ass, and the hem rode up in a way that dared the world to stare. Kade made her turn, adjusting the straps himself, his hands lingering on her skin, his commentary loud enough for anyone outside to hear.
“You look like a real smoke show in that one. Try the next.” He smirked, eating up her humiliation like it was a three-course meal.
He made her model all of it, each more revealing and ridiculous than the last. When she fumbled with the mesh halter, he stood and helped her tie it, his fingers grazing her chest, then yanking the fabric tighter than necessary. He took out his phone and snapped pictures. She tried to cover herself, but he swatted her hands away.
“Hands at your sides. I want to remember this,” he said.
Her knees almost buckled from the shame. She couldn’t decide which was worse: knowing the salesgirl could see the shadows of their movements under the dressing room door, or the fact she was starting to feel something besides terror at the way Kade’s gaze devoured her.
When the last outfit was done, he had her stand still while he whispered filthy instructions in her ear, his breath warm against her neck. Then, as if to prove his complete ownership, he yanked her close, grinding against her ass while she stood in the middle of the tiny booth, trembling in her heels. He held her there for a moment, making sure she got the point, before letting her go and smacking her lightly on the thigh.
“Get dressed,” he said. “We’ve got more shopping to do.”
Evelyn scrambled to obey, her hands shaking as she fought with the hangers. When they left, she caught the eye of the salesgirl, who looked at her with a mix of pity and envy. Kade paid for everything in cash, then made her carry the bag herself, the bright pink logo screaming out her shame for the entire mall to see.
They walked in silence for a few minutes before Kade steered her to another store, this one all black lights and heavy metal and studded leather. He made her pick out a collection of collars, chokers, and a harness that left little to the imagination. It was all cartoonish, but he was dead serious, and she could sense that if she protested, things would only get worse. In the next dressing room, he forced her to try on the harness with nothing underneath, then took more pictures, this time with her on her knees, staring up at him. When she hesitated, he squeezed her shoulder so hard she yelped, then whispered quietly enough that only she could hear:
“You’re going to do everything I say, aren’t you?”
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“Good girl,” he said, and for a moment there was a hint of warmth in his voice, a flash of approval that made her skin tingle.
By the time they left the second store, Evelyn’s legs felt like jelly. Her bags were heavy, her cheeks stained red, her body aching in places she didn’t know could ache. She realized she was wet again, the friction of her thighs under the denim and ongoing, silent torture.
Kade noticed. He always did.
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear as they walked. “Don’t worry. I’m going to give you a real reason to blush when we get home,” he promised, and she shivered, hating and craving the anticipation in equal measure.
When they finally returned to the car, Kade pressed her against the seat, his hand sliding up her thigh and under her shorts, testing her. “Just as I thought,” he murmured, fingers probing. “You’re such a fucking slut.”
She wanted to fight, to tell him he was wrong, but her body, once again, betrayed her, and she could only look away, mortified and secretly thrilled. He felt how fucking wet she was, she simply gulped as her throat tightened with arousal.
The ride home was silent, except this time the tension was electric, sparking in the air between them. She clutched her shopping bags like a lifeline, knowing they were evidence of her new identity.
Kade didn’t speak until they pulled into her driveway. He turned off the car, then looked at her, his face suddenly serious.
“You’re mine now, Evie. You get that?”
She nodded, throat dry.
“Good. I like my sluts to well-behaved. Don’t worry my cock is making you want to be good, isn’t that right slut?
“Yes Daddy.” She said softly, her face blushing deep red in embarrassment.
With that, he got out, motioning for her to follow. She tottered after him, and as the front door closed, she realized her life would never, ever go back to what it had been. He then told her to go put the harness on so that he had to get something from his house (which was right across the street), By the time he got back Evelyn was still in her room with the door closed. He simply barked out from the living room, “If you are not back in ten seconds we are going to have another round of corrections.
The door immediately opened and even the hurried sound of clicking from her heels along the hardwood floor. Evelyn wanted to die. Her pale body was on display with the bondage harness covering nothing and displaying all.
Kade grinned the way a shark grins, with all teeth and no mirth, and reached into the glossy bag, pulling something out with a flourish as if he were conjuring a rabbit from a hat. The item was smaller, more intimate than the harness, and when he set it on the coffee table in front of Evelyn, she stared for a moment, not quite believing. It was a collar, thick black leather with a row of silver studs, and in the center, written in rhinestones that caught the light and threw it around the living room in sick little rainbows: Daddy’s. Her throat clenched at the sight of it, at the implication of ownership so nakedly declared. This wasn’t some cartoonish, store-bought party favor. Kade intended to make her wear this, in private and maybe in public, and to never forget her new status.
He picked it up, weighed it in his hands, then beckoned her with two fingers. She came, because that’s what she did now, she came when he called, no matter what her brain said, and the more she surrendered to it, the more her body vibrated with a strange, traitorous anticipation.
“On your knees,” Kade said, voice low and even, as if discussing the weather.
Her legs folded automatically, years of ballet and self-repression making the motion fluid, almost beautiful. She knelt on the rug, naked except for the harness, and the way the straps cut across her belly and thighs made her feel like an animal at the end of its leash. Kade stepped behind her, and she could feel his breath before she felt his hands, both cold and sure, gathering up her hair and holding it out of the way. The collar’s inner surface was smooth, almost comforting, but the weight of it was inescapable as he fastened it high around her neck, tight enough to remind her who she now belonged to.
“There,” he murmured, his mouth close to her ear, “that’s better.”
He ran a finger along the inside of the collar, tracing her pulse. Evelyn’s heart was pounding, her skin hypersensitive, and she shivered despite the heat pooling between her legs. She tried to look up at him, but he gently pushed her chin down. “You know how you’re supposed to sit,” he said, and gave her a soft, warning tap on the thigh.
She understood. Her knees pressed wider apart, her ass resting on her heels, and her hands folded in her lap, trembling. She suddenly felt like an exhibit, look at the good girl, look at what she’s become, and the humiliation only made her pulse faster.
Kade circled in front of her, admiring his work. “You really do look adorable like this,” he said, and she knew by now that any compliment from him was a dagger with honey on the blade. He was already holding his phone, framing her in the camera as she flushed so hot she thought she might melt into the carpet.
“Now,” he said, “I have something special for you.”
He left her kneeling, helpless and exposed, while he fetched his backpack from the kitchen counter. From it, he pulled a laptop, cords already attached, and set it up in front of the television. The machine chimed as it woke, the screen reflecting Evelyn’s own image, harness, collar, and all. He worked quickly, plugging an HDMI cable into the TV and navigating his folders with terrifying familiarity.
Evelyn’s mouth went dry as she realized what was happening. The night before wasn’t just a fever dream; he’d captured it. She watched, frozen, as Kade selected a video file labeled simply with her name and the date. The TV filled with a shaky, close-up image of her body, half-lit by the bedroom lamp, legs spread and hands gripping the sheets while Kade fucked her with studied, brutal precision. The sounds were obscene. Her own voice, animal and desperate, echoed through the living room, and she nearly gagged from the shock of hearing herself like that, sounding so wanton.
She tried to look away, but Kade’s voice cracked out: “Eyes on the screen, Evie. I want you to see yourself.” There was no question of disobeying.
The video played on, and with every second, Evelyn felt herself spiral further into a paradox of shame and arousal. The collar on her neck felt like a brand, each rhinestone sparkling in the blue glow of the television. Her hands twitched in her lap, desperate to cover herself, but she remembered what the last correction had entailed and kept them still.
Kade crouched beside her, not touching but looming, whispering in her ear. “You’re going to touch yourself while you watch. Just like I tell you. And you’re not going to stop until I say so. Understand?”
She nodded, but it wasn’t enough. He took her chin in his hand and squeezed, forcing her to look up at him. “Say it. Tell me you understand.”
Her voice was a papercut: thin, trembling, but audible. “I understand.”
He smiled, and this time there was real pleasure in it. “Good girl. Now start.”
She hesitated, but only for a moment. Her fingers slid down, brushing over the leather straps and the exposed skin, and she began to stroke herself, matching the rhythm of the thrusts on the screen. The sensation was electric, every nerve ending seemed to be connected directly to Kade’s voice, his gaze, the humiliation of performing for him and for herself. Her breath came in ragged gasps.
Kade watched her intently, evaluating her every motion. Occasionally he’d issue a correction: “Slower. Good. Now faster. Open your legs more, yeah, just like that. Perfect.” Each command made her even more aware of her submission, and the pleasure that should have been private burned twice as bright for being forced into the open.
For a moment, the world contained only her, the screen, and Kade’s unblinking attention.
It was unbearable, and she wanted it to last forever.
Just as she felt herself tipping toward climax, Kade abruptly muted the television and stood. Evelyn froze, hand suspended mid-motion, desperate for release but afraid to move until told. He let the moment stretch out, her panting, the clock on the microwave ticking in the kitchen, the residual sound of her own moans floating in the air.
“That’s enough,” Kade said at last. “Hands on your knees. Look at me.”
She obeyed instantly, chest heaving, all thoughts burned away by want and mortification.
He leaned in, cupping her face in both hands, and made her meet his eyes. “You belong to me now, Evie. And if you ever try to run, or get clever, or tell anyone who isn’t me what goes on between us, I’m going to send that video and the many more we are going to make to everyone you know. Your friends, your professors, your family. You get that?”
Her stomach dropped, and a cold terror pooled beneath the heat of her arousal. But she nodded, because there was no other answer.
Still, he wasn’t finished. “I want to hear you say it,” Kade said, his voice soft but implacable. “Tell me you’ll be a good girl for Daddy, and that you’ll do exactly what I say.”
Evelyn swallowed past the lump in her throat. She could feel herself shaking, but she forced the words out, her voice tiny and raw. “I’ll be your good girl, Daddy. I’ll do what you say.”
Kade’s smile was slow, victorious, and he brushed her hair back from her damp forehead, almost tenderly. “Fucking A you will.” he said.
He let her kneel before him, shivering in the afterglow of humiliation, before finally telling her: “Get up. Go clean yourself up. And make sure you leave the collar on, I want you to remember exactly who you are.”
Her legs were wobbly as she stood, but she did as she was told, the leather chafing gently against her neck with every step. In the bathroom mirror, she barely recognized herself: hair wild, lips swollen, the collar’s rhinestones glinting like a curse. She washed her face, then stared at her reflection for a long moment, trying to reconcile the girl she saw with the one who’d knelt so eagerly for Kade.
She didn’t know who she hated more, him, or herself.
When she finally left the bathroom, Kade was waiting on the couch, laptop open, looking at something she couldn’t see. He glanced over as she hovered in the doorway, then patted his knee.
“Come here, Evie,” he said, and she went, not because she had to, but because a part of her wanted to.
She sat beside him, silent, while he scrolled through his phone. Finally, he locked the screen and handed it to her. “You’re going to text all your friends and tell them you’re busy this weekend. No explanations, just do it.”
She did, her fingers numb on the touchscreen. As she typed out the messages, she felt the last of her old self slipping away, replaced by someone new, someone she wasn’t sure she liked, but who fit perfectly into the life Kade had made for her.
When she finished, Kade smiled again, and this time it was almost gentle.
“Not so haughty now are you Evie” He smirked
“No Daddy” She replied before she could stop herself it came so natural. Kade simply grinned. Fuck it only been a day and he already seized so much of me Evelyn thought to herself.
Thirty Minutes Later...
“Let’s work on your essentiaskills’ls bookworm. Get to work slut” He said unzipping his pants and letting his cock pop out. She looked down at his cock, already hard and waiting. A wave of resignation washed over her, and she slid off the couch, settling onto her knees between his legs. This was her role now, her purpose, to serve, to satisfy. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of humiliation and dark acceptance. She could feel the cool leather of the collar against her neck, a constant reminder of her new status.
She took him in her mouth, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. The taste of him was already familiar, a bitter saltiness that coated her tongue. She focused on the sensation, the heat and the hardness, trying to lose herself in the act. The hum of the television faded into the background, replaced by the sound of his breath, the rustle of his clothes as he shifted.
Kade’s hand settled on her head, not guiding just claiming. A low, approving hum vibrated in his chest as she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper. The tremor in his thighs wasn’t just tension now; it was restraint. She could taste the salt of precome, thick and musky, and her pulse spiked. His cock wasn’t just in her mouth it was filling it, stretching her lips, pressing against the back of her throat until she had to fight the urge to gag and the urge to moan.
Her eyes watered, but not from distress. The sting was part of it the way his fingers twitched in her hair, the way his breath hitched when she swirled her tongue just right. She let the drool drip, let it slick her chin, her neck, because the messier she was, the more he groaned. And God, she loved that sound. Loved the way his grip tightened when she took him all the way down, loved the way his hips jerked forward like he couldn’t help himself. She pulled back just enough to flick her tongue along the underside of his cock, then sank down again, slow and deliberate, because she wanted to make him lose control. Wanted to feel his thighs shake, wanted to hear him curse when she swallowed around him.
He thickened in her mouth, a sign that he was close. She braced herself, ready for the inevitable. But just as she thought he was about to finish, he pushed her away, his cock popping out of her mouth with a wet sound. She looked up at him, confused, her lips swollen and shining.
“Not like this,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust. “I want to fuck you properly.”
He stood up, towering over her, and held out a hand. She took it, letting him pull her to her feet. He led her to the bedroom, each step echoing with a finality that sent a shiver down her spine. In the dim light of the room, he turned to her, his eyes dark with desire.
“Bend over the bed,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. She complied, the cool air of the room brushing against her exposed skin. She could feel his eyes on her, the weight of his gaze like a physical touch.
He entered her swiftly, the invasion sudden and sharp. She gasped, her fingers clutching the bedsheets, her body tensing from the shock. He fucked her hard, each thrust a punishment, a claim of ownership. She could feel his hands on her hips, holding her in place, controlling every movement.
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