The Peters Annexation
Copyright© 2026 by Xanzibar
Chapter 3: Co-opting the Co-ed
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3: Co-opting the Co-ed - 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
Second Trip to the Mall
The first trip was run-through. Now she looked at clothes with his hand on her butt. He told her she was not allowed to flinch and that she must constantly look to feel him up. To anyone looking on the outside, it appeared she could not keep her hands off of him. The mall’s cacophony enveloped Evelyn as they stepped inside, the harsh lights and echoing voices a jarring assault on her senses. Kade’s hand rested possessively on her ass, guiding her through the crowded corridors. She could feel the eyes of strangers on her, their gazes lingering on her short skirt, her heels clicking too loudly on the polished floor. Each step was a battle against the urge to tug her hemline down, to cover herself from the world’s prying eyes. But Kade’s grip was a constant reminder, she was his to display, his to control.
They passed by a group of teenagers, their laughter shrill and grating. Evelyn kept her eyes fixed ahead, but she could feel their stares, hear their whispers. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, the heat spreading down her neck, prickling her skin. She wanted to disappear, to melt into the crowded anonymity of the mall. But Kade’s presence was a beacon, drawing every eye, inviting every judgment.
He steered her into a lingerie store, the air thick with the scent of perfume and the rustle of lace. The mannequins posed in provocative displays, their plastic smiles mocking her. Evelyn’s stomach churned as Kade began to rifle through the racks, his fingers brushing against satin and silk. He held up a sheer black babydoll, the fabric so delicate it was almost invisible. “Try this on,” he commanded, thrusting it into her hands.
She clutched the hanger, the cool metal biting into her palm. The thought of parading around in this, of exposing herself even more, made her want to retch. But the alternate, defying Kade, was unthinkable. She nodded, her throat dry, and made her way to the dressing room. The attendant, a young woman with a bored expression, barely glanced at her as she handed Evelyn a numbered tag.
Inside the tiny cubicle, Evelyn stared at her reflection in the mirror. The harsh fluorescent lights cast shadows under her eyes, highlighting the exhaustion etched into her face. She felt like a stranger in her own body, a puppet being pulled by strings she couldn’t see. With trembling hands, she began to undress, each movement mechanically detached.
The baby doll slipped over her head, the silk cool against her skin. It clung to her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination. She turned, looking at herself from every angle, her stomach twisting with shame and something else, a perverse fascination with her own transformation. The girl in the mirror was a stranger, a seductress with smoky eyes and a bruised mouth.
A sharp knock on the door made her jump. “Let’s see,” Kade’s voice cut through the thin wood, a demand she couldn’t refuse. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding, before opening the door.
“No, no, no, that is not how my girl models things for special man. Make me feel how sexy you look in it. Entice me.” He said slapping her ass possessively. She swallowed hard, her mouth dry as cotton. Entrance him? She had no idea how to do that, but she knew she had to try. For Jeffery. Taking a deep breath, she let her hands slide down her sides, trying to mimic the models she’d seen in magazines, but feeling utterly ridiculous. She swayed slightly, emphasizing the curves she barely had, and looked up at Kade from under her lashes, attempting a sultry expression.
He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. “Better,” he conceded, stepping back to let her pass. “But you’ve still got a long way to go.”
She moved past him, her cheeks flaming. The other shoppers in the store seemed to fade away, their voices a distant hum as she focused on the monster in the mirror and his demand. Before this, the only seducing Evelyn ever did was on paper or on a screen, playing out scenes in stories and lives that never felt real. This felt real, brutally real. She looked around briefly, knowing that the people who were there had no idea what was going on and any attempt at getting help would blow up in her face. She was trapped beyond a shadow of a doubt. She could feel the weight of the pendant with the phrase “Daddy’s Slut”, bouncing on her chest, the constant reminds of the damnation she was subjecting herself to, and that part of her was in fact turned on by it damning her further. Evelyn forced herself to intensify her gaze, offering a small, hesitant smile as she stepped into the hall and walked down a fake runway created by the racks. She turned, slowly, trying to emulate a runway model’s strut, but feeling more like a small child playing dress-up.
Kade watched her, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression critical. He let her walk a few steps, then snapped, “Stop. Come here.”
She froze mid-step, then pivoted and returned to him, her heart pounding. He reached out, grabbing the thin strap of the babydoll and pulling her closer. His other hand went to her waist, tracing the lace trim. “You’re still too stiff,” he said, his voice low. “You need to relax. Move like you mean it.”
His hand moved from her waist to her ass, squeezing firmly. She gasped, her eyes widening. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. You’re my girl. The only thought in your mind is of my pleasure, getting me to touch you everywhere, my cock dominates your thought. No worries, we have ten more outfits to model. Again, I want to see the one with crotchless panties.”
Evie could not help it. She was getting wet at being dotted on in such a dominating manner. She discovered she had a strong submissive streak and a strong humiliation streak She found herself wanting to be taken so bad. Evelyn felt the cool air of the dressing room kiss her bare skin as she stripped off the baby doll, her fingers trembling slightly. The harsh lights above buzzed softly, their glare emphasizing every tiny imperfection on her body. She tried not to look too closely at her reflection, focusing instead on the next piece of lingerie Kade had picked out. It was a stark white, virginal, she thought with a bitter twist of her mouth, with lace so delicate it seemed like it would tear under the slightest touch. The crotchless panties made her stomach churn with a mix of humiliation and perverse excitement.
She dressed in the lingerie, the white lace scratching against her nipples as they hardened. In the mirror, her flushed face revealed both tears and something darker she refused to name.
She stepped out. Kade waited, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as they traveled over her exposed body. His gaze felt physical, examining every curve and the flesh between her thighs. Fighting the urge to cover herself, she approached with a forced sway and artificial smile.
He circled her, fingers trailing her skin, raising goosebumps. His breath warmed her neck as his thumb traced her panty line. “Better,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers through her. “But you still need to work on it.”
He led her back into the dressing room, his hand on the small of her back, a possessive, dominating touch. He closed the door behind them, the small space suddenly too intimate, too confined. She could smell his cologne, a musky, masculine scent that filled her senses, making her head spin.
Kade turned her to face the mirror, pressing against her from behind. His hardness dug into her back, hands gripping her hips. “Look at yourself,” he commanded, voice low. “See what you do to me.”
She met his eyes in the reflection. The lingerie transformed her no longer a girl but a woman who knew her power.
His fingers found the opening in her panties, rubbing her most sensitive spot while his lips brushed her neck. She made a sound she’d never heard herself make before.
“Whose pussy is that?” he demanded.
“Yours, Daddy,” she answered, shocking herself with how easily the words came. The fluorescent lights buzzed above as shame and desire warred within her, the cool air doing nothing to soothe the heat between her legs.
She wrestled with the black Victorian corset, its boning rigid against her fingers. The clasps defeated her twice before she managed to fasten them, each breath now shallow and constricted. She added the thong barely there with mechanical detachment.
Stepping out, the mall noise faded. Kade’s eyes claimed her. Goosebumps rose where his gaze traveled. Her attempted runway walk felt wooden, heels clicking like countdown timers.
Kade circled her, smirking. His fingers traced the corset’s edge, his breath hot on her neck. “You’re learning,” he murmured, “but sell it more.”
He gripped her chin, forcing eye contact. “Make them believe you want this,” he said, thumb brushing her cheek. “Make them believe you’re mine.”
His words hit like a punch. She touched the “Daddy’s Slut” pendant at her throat, the metal cool against her fingertips. The truth burned: she wasn’t doing this for Jeffery anymore. Her body betrayed her with every heartbeat, responding to Kade’s gaze with shameful heat. His hand slid down her back, resting above her ass as he pressed against her. She grounded him instinctively, her damp panties clinging as she moved. Six more outfits to try on? Impossible. Her body had other plans, moving with a primal rhythm she couldn’t control. Confusion and desire tangled inside her, blurring the line between coercion and want.
His hands were on her hips, guiding her movements, and she could feel the rough lace of the corset scraping against her skin, a constant reminder of the façade she was playing. Her clit throbbed harder. Her body betrayed her as pleasure began to wash across her as it was more intense than she had ever known. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the blood rushing in her ears. He grabbed her neck and forced her down on the floor, so she was on all fours. He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to the side as he mounted her. She was letting him take her bareback in the middle of a dressing room at a mall. She let out a moan. What the fuck was happening to her? How would she ever come back from this? How would she face Jeffery again after becoming basically a pet for his bully?
She did not have time to think further when Kade’s cock rammed her pussy. She let out a guttural, feral moan of pleasure. It was easily the best feeling she had ever had. She needed more of this. The metal hooks of the corset dug into her ribs as she hit the floor. She could feel his hands roam all over body as he fucked her. She could feel sweat building under her knees as she ground herself on him in the dressing room. Despite herself her body craved this. She felt herself begin to orgasm almost immediately. She could not help it. She did not want to think about what she had become. “Yes, you fucking like this, my naughty slut?” He hissed from behind her. She felt tears form in her eyes. She did not want to say it. He leaned over her and grabbed her nipple as his other hand wrapped around her neck. She felt her pussy lubricate more as the strangling sensation began. Her body writhed again as another orgasm hit her. This one far more intense than the last. His hands were rough and demanding, claiming every inch of her as his property. She was losing herself at the moment, the sheer intensity of it all driving her to the brink of madness. She tried to brace herself, to maintain some semblance of control, but her body was a traitor, responding to his touch with a fervor that left her gasping.
She could hear the wet sounds of his cock slamming into her, the muffled moans and grunts that escaped her lips despite her best efforts to hold them back. She didn’t know if she could handle it. Her body was slick with sweat, the fabric of her corset soaked. Her heart felt like it was going tense up. She found her pussy clamping onto his cock at every opportunity. She could not help it the bastard slapped her ass mid-thrust. “Say it Slut!”
“Oh, my fucking god yes! I am Daddy’s slut!” She came so hard she spasmed again it was happened so frequently now, her toes curled, and she cried in bliss and begged for more of him.
She did not even notice the phone giving a POV of her rutting to anyone, he sent that too. The cold, harsh floor of the dressing room bit into Evelyn’s knees, a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from her body. The scent of sex and cheap perfume filled her nostrils, a sickening reminder of what she was doing, what she had become. Her body spasmed again, another orgasm ripping through her, leaving her gasping and shaking. She could feel the tears streaming of joy down her cheeks, hot and humiliating, but she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth. “Yes, Daddy, I’m your slut,” she choked out, her voice barely recognizable. All she could do was feel. She felt his cock, his hands, the filth she had become. She could not stop coming. It was not the gentle waves of pleasure she had read about. It was overwhelming and painful feeling of her muscles involuntarily clamping on him to milk him for everything he had. She could hear the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding. The brutality of his thrusts, the way his fingers dug into her hips.
She should resist more, but not as much as she wanted to ride his cock harder. She never had a cock before him, now she found this one she was becoming addicted too. The thought scared her to the bone. She felt Kade lean over her and wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her up and back against him. His other hand snaked around her throat, gripping lightly but firmly, a reminder of his control. The sound of skin hitting skin had sweat pouring off her body. His breath was hot on her ear, his voice growl low. “That’s it, slut. You were made to be fucked by me. say it.”
She whimpered, the words sticking in her throat, but she forced them out, her voice a hoarse whisper. “I was made to be fucked by you, Daddy.” The words felt like they had seen out on her tongue, she could no longer hold anything he told her to say out of her mouth, but her body convulsed again, another wave of pleasure crashing over her despite the feeling of being made small. She felt his cock harden with upcoming release. She felt him pull out of her pussy and put it in her ass. She screamed out frightened. It slid in easily covered in her juices. He slammed her so hard she fell into the hard tile floor unable to brace herself. He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced his dick deep into her ass. She let out a scream that very well could be heard by others. She lost track of how many orgasms she had when he finally came deep inside her. One of his final thrusts caused her head to hit the floor. The floor was cold against her cheek, a grim counterpoint to the heat that pulsed through her body. She lay there, panting and broken, as he finished with a final, brutal thrust. She could feel his release, hot and sticky, inside her, and the sensation made her try to steady a spinning world. They both panted and he just said casually, “Ok get dressed time to get you some more shoes to wear.”
Evie blushed red and just nodded. She left the store with a bag on her arm and smirks from every one of the clerks, they all must have heard what he had just done to her. Good thing the store were dead, or they may have been banned.
If the lingerie store was sexually charged the specialty high heel store, outside the mall near the seedier side of town, called, “Pumps you Up” was damn thunderstorm. Evelyn stepped into the shoe store, the scent of leather and polish wrapping around her like a shroud. The air was thick with a bass thrum of music, something low and dirty that she could feel pulsing through the soles of her feet. She looked around, taking in the racks upon racks of heels, each one more outrageous than the last. Her cheeks were already flaming, the humiliation of the lingerie store still fresh on her skin, but Kade didn’t give her time to recover. He pushed her forward, his hand on her lower back, fingers splayed possessively. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the expectation that hung heavily in the air. She was here to perform, to be his puppet, his plaything.
The saleswoman approached them, her smile as sleek and polished as the shoes that surrounded them. Her eyes flicked over Evelyn, taking in the short skirt, the high heels, the flush that still painted her cheeks. Evelyn wanted to shrink away, to hide from that knowing look, but Kade’s hand on her back kept her rooted in place. “What can I help you with today?” the saleswoman asked, her voice a sultry purr that made Evelyn’s skin crawl.
Kade’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. “We’re looking for something special,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Evelyn’s spine. “Something with a bit of height. Four inches at least. And sexy. Very sexy.”
The saleswoman’s smile widened, a cat who’d just been given a bowl of cream. “Of course,” she said, gesturing to the racks. “I think we have just the thing.” She led them deeper into the store, the heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Evelyn felt like a lamb being led to slaughter, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Kade’s eyes on her, the weight of his expectations. He wanted a show, and she knew she had to deliver.
The saleswoman stopped in front of a rack of heels that made Evelyn’s stomach churn. Straps and buckles, platforms and spikes, they were the kind of shoes that promised pain, promised humiliation. She reached out, her fingers brushing against a pair of black patent leather platforms with a heel that must have been six inches at least. She could imagine the way they would feel on her feet, the way they would force her to arch her back, to thrust out her chest. She bit her lip, trying to steel herself for what was to come.
Kade leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. “Try them on,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of electricity through her. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling as she reached for the shoes. The saleswoman led her to a plush velvet chair, and Evelyn sank down, the heels dangling off her fingers. The leather of the chair was cool against the backs of her thighs, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered on her skin from their earlier activities. Evelyn slipped her feet into the heels, the patent leather smooth and unyielding against her soles. As she stood, her ankles wobbled briefly, the height of the heels forcing her to adjust her balance. She could feel the strain in her calves already, the muscles tensing as she took a few tentative steps. The saleswoman watched her, eyes critical and appraising, while Kade lounged on a nearby couch, his gaze hungry and expectant.
The heat of his stare was almost a physical weight, pressing down on her as she walked back and forth, trying to find her rhythm in the towering heels. The store’s music pulsed through her, the bass thrumming in her chest, making her heartbeat feel like a drumbeat counting out her humiliation. She could feel the way the heels changed her posture, forcing her hips forward, her back to arch. It was a parody of sexiness, a grotesque exaggeration that made her face burn with embarrassment.
Kade’s voice cut through the music, a low command that made her stomach flip. “Turn around. Slowly.”
She pivoted on the balls of her feet, the movement awkward and unsteady. Her skirt brushed against her thighs, the hemline dangerously high. She could feel the cool air of the store against her exposed skin, a mocking caress that made her nipples harden despite herself. As she turned, she caught sight of herself in one of the many mirrors that lined up the walls. The girl staring back at her was a stranger, painted mouth, smoky eyes, body contorted into a pose that screamed availability.
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