The Peters Annexation
Copyright© 2026 by Xanzibar
Chapter 4: How I Fucked Your Mother
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4: How I Fucked Your Mother - 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
Three Weeks Later...
“You know what to do, I do not want to get my belt out again?” Kade said forcefully. Evelyn was looking down wearing a short school girl tartan mini skirt white high heels that somehow made her pale skin look smoother a sheer white blouse that entirely open, so her tits were out. She looked like a caricature of an animation sex doll.
They were at Evie’s house again it was an occupation by Kade and annexation of his territory. Evie was the first part of that territory. He told her it was not fair that only he would get her appreciation since the other people in the room also bullied Jeffery and saw no such benefit he received. She resisted the first time since it all started. With Kade as with most bullies it was about escalation, the raising of the ante to take over more territory from a person. It did not take long for Kade to properly correct Evelyn’s attitude. It was hard for Evie to do anything about anything really. In the case of Kade in almost every instance she was out of her depth. She might have been book smart but Kade was streets mart and in this scenario it was the streets that ruled. If he was not whipping her ass for a transgression he was plowing her to so many orgasms she would get wet just thinking of being with him. She actually was playing the part now. Well her body capitulated long ago, the dicking she received made her wet anytime he was near. When he left she would find one of his shirts and take a deep inhale and swoon. She even did it while she played with herself sometimes. He was her first, and he might be an asshole, but he dicked her down good in bed, and he gave her plenty of real orgasms, not the kind she had to fake the kind that left her body humming. He was hung, and knew how to use it, and she had a submissive streak that was erupting like Vesuvius under his rule.
The “crew” as Kade called them sat sprawled on beanbags and the battered sectional, a rogue’s gallery of the meanest, dumbest, and most relentless upperclassmen in the school all of them too old to be there, not one was under 19 years old. There was Marco “Kilowatt” Ruiz, arms folded over his chest, face locked in permanent smirk; Aaron Voss, the lacrosse captain, all preening confidence and zit-scarred jawline, and “Mossy” Mossberg, whose claim to fame was his body count and the time he’d been suspended for setting off fireworks in the faculty lot. Each of them had, at one point or another, made Jeffery’s life a living hell. Tonight they wore the slack-jawed, bug-eyed look of frat bros who’d been told the keg was free and bottomless.
‘“So fellas my sexy Evie here, would like you to know that she appreciates you laying off of precious little brother Jeffery. She feels bad that only I have had her appreciation, and she wants to make sure EACH and EVERY one of you experiences it as well.”
The room seemed to pause. The TV blared some wrestling match, but nobody watched; all eyes were on Evie and her white blouse, the twin points of her nipples pressed against translucent fabric in the harsh overhead light. Her skirt was so short it barely covered her ass when she sat down, and Kade had made her perch on the arm of the sofa, high above the rest, like a trophy on display. She stared at the floor, biting her lip, but didn’t flinch as Kade ran a proprietary hand along her thigh.
Marco was the first to break the silence. “You’re fuckin’ kidding. That’s Jeff’s sister?” He blinked, then looked at Jeffery for confirmation, as if this might be some elaborate prank, some deepfake. Jeffery nodded, once, and watched the smirk on Marco’s face twist into genuine awe.
Aaron snorted and elbowed Mossy. “Dude. No way. She’s hotter than your mom, no offense.”
Kade laughed. “None taken. And yeah, she’s all mine. I own her ass. Ain’t that right babe?” He yanked Evie a little closer by the waistband, making her knees splay. Evie helped his the boys not knowing she had been trained to entice them after several correction sessions. She blushed as she rubbed her own thighs as if to advertise their soft smoothness. “That right Daddy. I am ALL yours. I do whatever you say now” she cooed out in a voice that turned every man’s dick hard.
“But you guys were loyal, and Evie doesn’t forget loyalty.” Kade smirked looking down at Evie’s body.
Marco leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a new, ugly interest. “So, what, she’s like your reward chick now?”
“She’s whatever I tell her to be, whenever the fuck I want.” Kade said, not even looking at Evie. “Isn’t that right?”
Evie nodded, her voice so soft it was barely audible. “Yes, Daddy. I am all yours. I belong to you. I am your girl.”
“Tell them, Evie. Tell them what you’re here for.”
She swallowed. “I ... I’m here to thank each and every one of you for being so nice to my brother.” Her hands rested on her knees, knuckles white, as she forced herself to look up at the three boys gawking at her. “However, you want. Continue to be nice, and I can make more thank yous in the future.”
The words seemed to electrify the room. Even Mossy, who rarely spoke above a mumble, sat up straight, his mouth open. Marco’s eyes flicked from Evie to Kade to Jeffery, then back, as though mapping out every possible humiliation on offer.
Aaron grinned and made a lewd gesture with his tongue. “Can we, uh, get a demonstration?”
Kade’s smile sharpened. “Show them, Evie.”
She hesitated, just for a second, then slid off the sofa arm and sank to her knees in front of Marco. He looked at Kade for permission; Kade gave a magnanimous nod. Marco unzipped, all bravado now, and Evie leaned forward, her hair falling in a curtain as she took him into her mouth.
Jeffery watched from a crack in his door from his room no, he stared because there was no other option. Every atom in the room seemed to vibrate with shame and disbelief, and yet he couldn’t look away. He saw the way Marco’s hand found the back of Evie’s head, tangled in her hair, guiding her motions. He saw how Aaron pulled out his phone and started filming, cackling as Mossy egged him on. Above the noise, he heard the wet, rhythmic gasp of Evie’s breath, each sound more humiliating than the last.
At some point, Marco looked up at Jeffery and winked. “Dude. Why’d you keep this from us?”
He wanted to run, to punch the wall or throw up or both, but something heavier than gravity glued him to the spot. He hadn’t known it was possible to feel such a potent cocktail of arousal and revulsion, pride and utter self-loathing, all at once. But there it was, burning through his blood as he watched his sister no, not his sister, this stranger service the very monsters she’d once told him to ignore.
After Marco, it was Aaron’s turn. He made a show of it, standing up and unbuckling his belt with the kind of theatrics he reserved for pep rallies. Mossy filmed the whole thing, narrating in a low, leering monotone. Kade kept his arm around Evie, sometimes stroking her shoulder, sometimes yanking her hair to reposition her. She never complained, never cried, just did as she was told, her eyes locked on the carpet or the ceiling or somewhere far, far away.
By the time Mossy’s turn came, the others had grown bored of watching and started playing video games, barely glancing up as Evie shuffled from lap to lap. When it was over, Kade wiped her mouth with a napkin and kissed her on the cheek, then ordered her to fetch snacks from the kitchen. She rose, legs trembling a little, and disappeared. The boys laughed and traded stories about the best head they’d ever gotten, as though Evie were just another notch on some collective belt.
Of course that was when Kade informed the boys that was not an all-time thing. They agreed the payment would be bi-monthly. Every two weeks Evie would service them as reward for laying off of Jeffery.
Emma told herself she tolerated the relationship to Kade for a time especially since he was laying off Jeffery while Kade and Evelyn were dating. The reality was far more sinister. Every pleasure center in her brain had Kade’s flag on it. She felt like sex incarnate when he was in the room with her.
Two weeks later...
The terms of Evie’s “agreement” with Kade’s crew expanded in scope and spectacle as quickly as her reputation did. It was no longer just the inner circle Kade, Marco, Aaron, and Mossy who summoned her for humiliations. Word had gotten out, not just among the seniors but across the entire upper-class food chain, that Jeffery’s once-untouchable sister was now the communal property of Kade’s court. The payment was still bi-weekly, but each “installment” was a little more depraved.
Kade orchestrated it all with the discipline of a ringmaster, Evie his shining star. He had a schedule, a code word for when she was needed, and a rotating cast of additional “guests” to keep the crew on their toes. It was never a question of consent her agreement, as far as Kade was concerned, was both perpetual and irrevocable. And if Evie objected, even in the privacy of her own mind, it was impossible to tell from the outside. She smiled now, sometimes even before he snapped his fingers. She wore the new clothes Kade picked out for her pleated miniskirts, lacy bras, thigh-high sheer white stockings, and she posed for pictures without prompting, tilting her chin and pursing her lips just so, as if daring anyone to pretend she wasn’t enjoying herself.
The next “event” took place at Kade’s house, which sat across the street from the Peters’ place like a fun house mirror: same split-level construction, same aging brick, but with an ever-present haze of cigarette smoke and a lawn littered with crushed beer cans. Kade’s parents were on a month-long cruise, so the house was his to command, and he had converted the den into a sort of depravity suite. Evie balked at taking stripper lessons, or rather pole dancing lessons. It interfered with her study schedule but Kade was having not it, he told her to adapt. What made this surrender worse is he did not need a belt. He fucked her into it. A whole weekend of the most intense dicking down a person could receive. She ended up agreeing while fully making out with him. By the time he was finished that weekend she could not keep her hands off of him. He added another punishment a suggestion from Marco, who knew the actual rivalry and hatred Jeffery had for Marcus and vice versa. He would let Jeffery’s rival have a go at his sister.
This time, the guest list included a transfer student named Marcus Chen Jeffery’s academic rival and, according to the rumor mill, the guy who’d once tried to get Evie suspended for plagiarizing a chemistry project. When Kade invited Marcus, he framed it as a peace summit. But everyone in the room knew it was retribution.
They started in the backyard, under a string of Christmas lights Kade had never bothered to take down. The air was thick with the smells of weed and lighter fluid from an aborted attempt at a bonfire. Mossy and Marco lounged on folding chairs, passing a vape and heckling as Evie, dressed in a mesh tank top and nothing else, poured drinks from a plastic pitcher. Even in the open air, Evie seemed aware of her effect on the crowd. She moved with a kind of hypnotic slink, her hips telegraphing every step, her hair flipped just so to reveal the pale, elegant line of her throat. Aaron hooted as she bent over to refill his cup and made a point of patting her bare ass, leaving a handprint that lingered on her skin for minutes after.
Kade kept his arm around Evie’s waist, guiding her from lap to lap as the crew “caught up” on old times. Every so often, he whispered in her ear, and her cheeks would flush, but she never balked or stiffened. When the transfer student arrived, Kade greeted him with exaggerated warmth, then presented Evie like a party favor. “She’s yours for the night, Marcus. Say whatever you want to her. Do whatever you want, long as the crew gets to watch.” Marcus, who normally ducked out of social events by feigning a family emergency, blushed so hard his ears turned purple. But he didn’t refuse.
The real show started at midnight, when Kade led everyone back inside and positioned Evie on the coffee table like a centerpiece. There was a kind of ceremony to it: the TV flicked on to some old action movie, the crew sprawled around her in a loose semicircle, and Kade, with a showman’s flourish, peeled off the rest of Evie’s clothes until she was naked but for the socks. Then he ordered Marcus to take his place beside her, as if presiding over a trial.
“Go on,” Kade said, voice thick with triumph. “She’s not gonna bite unless you tell her to.”
The whole room held its breath as Marcus, trembling so hard his hands shook, reached out and cupped Evie’s chin. She looked up at him, her eyes wet and dark, and for a split second Jeffery’s academic rival seemed to hesitate. But the moment passed; Marcus leaned forward, pressed his mouth to hers, and the dam broke. The others joined in: Marco with his wandering hands, Aaron with his phone, filming every angle, Mossy narrating the scene like a perverted sports commentator.
Kade made a point of positioning Evie for maximum visibility bending her over the table, arching her back, spreading her legs, anything to show off what he’d claimed as his. The crew whooped and egged each other on. Marcus, for all his nerves, rose to the occasion, and Evie never flinched, not even when he was rough, not even when Kade barked at her to look at the camera and smile.
By the end of the night, the den was a mess of empty bottles and discarded clothes. Evie lay curled on the couch, cradled in Kade’s lap, his hand idly stroking her hip as though she were a particularly prized pet. The rest of the crew drifted off one by one, but not before Aaron uploaded the video to a private Discord server and sent a copy to everyone in the group chat. Mossy left last, pausing at the door to toss a blanket over Evie’s naked legs and salute Kade with a mock bow.
Kade grinned and lit a cigarette. “Good work, boys. See you in two weeks.”
It was only the next morning, when Evie staggered home wrapped in an oversized hoodie, that the real consequences became clear. A neighbor Mrs. Price, who ran the local Neighborhood Watch and had eyes like a hawk had seen the party from her window and recognized Evie stumbling out of Kade’s house at dawn. By afternoon, the rumor had reached the principal, and by dinner time, it was all over the block.
Return of the Mother
Jeffery’s mother came home to a voicemail from the school superintendent and three unanswered calls from their church pastor. When she checked the family laptop, she found the Discord link open on the browser, the video already queued up by someone maybe Evie, maybe Jeffery, maybe fate itself. The sound of her shocked gasp echoed through the house, followed by the crash of something heavy and ceramic shattering in the kitchen.
Jeffery arrived shortly after his mother Emma had. He realized before he even opened the front door that something was wrong. The whole neighborhood could hear it: the sound of his mother’s voice, usually a gentle, coaxing presence, now weaponized into a banshee shriek. Jeffery hovered on the porch, fingers frozen above the brass knob, uncertain whether to enter or bolt. He’d never heard his mother like this.
Inside, the house was a war zone. Bags and shoes thrown across the foyer, a trail of abandoned clothes, a men’s shirt, a lacy black thong, both damp and reeking of perfume, leading toward the den. The air was thick with burnt coffee and ozone, the smell of electrical outlets fried by too many plugged-in appliances. He tiptoed through the chaos, following the sound of his mother’s voice.
He found them in the living room: Emma, red-faced and shaking, standing over Evelyn and Kade. Evie cowered behind her boyfriend, hiding the lower half of her face with her hands, mascara running in parallel black rivers down her cheeks. Kade was sprawled cat-like on the couch, legs spread, arms draped over the backrest. His shirt was open to the navel, exposing a chest tattoo Jeffery had never seen before, a mess of Roman numerals and barbed wire. He looked like he’d been caught mid-orgasm and was still savoring the afterglow.
“Are you even listening to yourself?!” Emma bellowed, slamming her hand down on the coffee table. “You are a guest in my home, and you will not treat my daughter, my family, like some cheap, disposable whorehouse!” Her voice was shrill enough to rattle the glass in the picture frames.
Kade smirked, eyes cold as a snake’s while Evie whimpered into his shoulder. “You got it backwards, Mrs. P. Your daughter’s the one begging for it.” He dragged out the last word, flicking his tongue across his teeth. “Maybe if you’d ever let her be herself, she wouldn’t have to act out to get attention.” He looked past Emma and winked at Jeffery, who was frozen in the hallway, caught in the crossfire.
Emma whirled on her daughter. “Evie, go upstairs. Now! I don’t want you near this degenerate ever again.” Her arm was outstretched, finger quivering, but Evie made no effort to move.
Evie’s eyes were unfocused and glassy, her voice monotone. “I want to stay, Mom. Please. Kade’s not like you think,”
Emma’s face twisted with disgust. “Don’t talk back! I raised you better than this, Evelyn! You are a goddamned Peters, not some back-alley floozy! You’re smarter, you’re better, you,” She choked on her words, stabbed a hand at Kade. “He’s using you up and throwing you away!”
Evie shrank further into the cushions. “You don’t get it. I’m not a little girl anymore, Mom. I chose this. I want this.”
The words had little effect on Emma, who was now vibrating on a frequency of pure rage. She turned again to Kade, who looked supremely, infuriatingly unbothered. “You! Get out. Now! Don’t ever show your filthy face here again. Do you even understand what you just did to my daughter?” Her voice cracked, slipping from fury into an almost desperate pleading. “Do you have any shame at all?”
Kade stretched lazily, stood up, and buttoned his shirt, slowly, deliberately, like a man returning from the bathroom after a particularly satisfying dump. He squared up to Emma, towering over her with a good foot. “You’re right. I don’t have any shame. But you know what’s worse? Watching a grown woman pretend she’s got any control over her own damn house.” He shot a glance at Jeffery, as if inviting him to cosign the burn.
Jeffery’s heart was pounding. He’d seen Kade do worse at school, but something about witnessing his mother, the family’s last line of order, reduced to a sputtering, impotent mess made it all feel so much real, so much more permanent. He stepped into the room, voice trembling. “Just leave. Please, Kade. Go.” Jeffery tried to sound manly, authoritative, but the quaver in his pitch gave him away.
Kade smiled, slow and vicious. “Nu uh sissy boy you don’t give the orders here. You know who does.” There was no need to say it; all three of them felt the gravity of the words.
Emma, sensing her son’s defeat, tried to rally one last time. She stepped between Kade and Evie, arms out like a goalie blocking the net. “I said, get OUT!” she screamed. “Or I’m calling the police.” This was not a demand that was going to be followed unfortunately.
Kade leaned down, close enough that Emma had to crane her neck to meet his gaze. He didn’t raise his voice. “Lady, I’ve been in places you wouldn’t survive ten minutes. You think I care about cops? You think they’ll show up before I decide to do something interesting?” His words were soft, but the threat was as heavy as a lead pipe.
Neither Emma nor Jeffery knew what to do next. The three of them stood locked in tableau, breathing each other’s air, until Kade broke the stalemate by reaching over Emma’s shoulder and grabbing Evie by the wrist. “Come on, babe. We’ve got unfinished business.” Evie followed with the obedience of a marionette, eyes never leaving the floor.
Emma tried to pull her daughter back. “Evelyn, don’t you DARE,” But Kade intercepted her hand with shocking speed, crushing her wrist in his grip.
“Sit down,” he commanded, shoving Emma onto the couch. The motion was casual, but the force behind it sent her sprawling. Kade planted himself between her and the exit.
He turned to Jeffery and crooked a finger. “Stay right there, kid. I want you to see how this works.”
Jeffery considered bolting for the kitchen phone, but the look on Kade’s face, dead calm, dead certain, made him freeze.
Kade gestured toward the family’s old upright piano, the one Dad used to play after dinner. “Let’s all sit and talk it out, like civilized people.” He snapped his fingers, pointing to the piano bench. “Evie, over there.”
Evie obeyed. Her legs were shaky, knees knocking together as she perched on the bench, hands folded in her lap. She looked so much like a child in Sunday school that Jeffery’s heart broke all over again.
Kade scanned the living room, as if appraising it for resale value. He paced in front of the fireplace, then turned to Emma, who was still cradling her wrist. “It’s simple, Mrs. P. Either you learn to accept how things are now, or I can make you see. Hell, I bet you would love a real man around the house.”
Emma’s lips whitened; she stared daggers at Kade. “You’re a monster.”
“Maybe. But I’m a monster who gets what he wants, and you are my food.” Kade grinned, and for the first time, Jeffery saw something truly unhinged lurking behind his eyes. “And what I want is for you all to stop pretending you’re better than anyone else. That you’re still in charge. Because you’re not.” He pointed to Evie. “She gets it. Why don’t you?”
Emma said nothing, her jaw clamped shut so hard you could see the bones shifting beneath the skin. Jeffery took a deep breath, ready to try one last time. “If you don’t leave, I’ll make you,” he said, fists balled at his sides. This was the Biff moment that everyone imagines happening; reality is far darker and oft-times downright cruel.
Kade didn’t even bother looking at Jeffery. He moved faster than Jeffery could process, crossing the room in two strides and driving a fist into his solar plexus. The punch knocked the wind out of him; he crumpled to the floor, gasping. The pain was so intense he couldn’t even scream.
Kade crouched beside him and patted his cheek. “Tough talk, but you’re still just the weak boy who gets stuffed into lockers. You want to try again or are you gonna say sorry to your daddy like a good boy?”, His voice was mocking, sweet as antifreeze.
Jeffery coughed, tried to push himself upright, and failed. He sucked in a ragged breath and lunged for Kade’s throat with a choked cry. Kade caught his wrist mid-air without even looking, his grip like a steel trap. With his free hand, he slapped Jeffery hard across the face once, twice, the sharp cracks echoing in the still room. Jeffery’s head snapped sideways with each blow. A third slap landed, harder, and Jeffery went limp, the fight draining out of him along with the last of his air. His vision swam.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked, hating himself. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” Another Surrender to the occupying force that was Kade.
“Good,” Kade said, standing. He turned to Emma. “You see the lesson here, Mrs. P? Sometimes the world just needs someone willing to enforce the rules.” He snapped his fingers at Jeffery. “You out of the house now. Your sister will text you when you can come back.”
Jeffery was left defeated and heartbroken stumbling out of his own house like a defeated army. Tears in his eyes like he was an admonished child. Then as the door closed Jeffery felt as if some sort of sentence had been levied against them. His family disappearing. He left them. He never felt so weak in his entire life. He had no idea how many more pegs he could fall.
The door closed
Emma shivered, and the room got silent. Kade looked at Evelyn and barked, “Get your toy and my bag of goodies, then hurry back her slut.” Kade ordered. Evie blushed red and got up and scurried hurriedly crying out, “Yes Daddy!” as she went to go retrieve whatever he bade her to get. He had her locked down tight. She obeyed him without thinking about it now. She should be upset, she was flushed and a part of her was very excited.
Emma looked at Kade, her eyes wide with a terror that gripped her like a vice. Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. She could see the cold, calculating look in his eyes, the cruel smirk playing on his lips. He was enjoying this, reveling in her fear. She had to try, had to say something, anything to make him stop.
“Kade, please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “You can’t do this. I won’t call the police, I promise. Just ... just leave. Please.”
Kade’s lips curled into a cruel smirk, his eyes cold and unyielding. “You think you can bargain with me? You think you have ANY control here?” He laughed, a sound that sent a chill down Emma’s spine. “You need to be corrected, Emma. You don’t control this house anymore. I do.”
Before Emma could react, Evelyn returned, her face flushed and her eyes downcast. She carried a large, pulsating toy in one hand and a bag in the other. Emma’s stomach dropped as she realized what was about to happen. She opened her mouth to protest, but Kade cut her off with a sharp glance.
“Good girl,” Kade murmured to Evelyn, his voice a sickening purr. He turned back to Emma, his eyes narrowing. “Now, let’s see what you’re hiding under those clothes.”
Kade’s fingers hooked into the placket of Emma’s blouse. “Wait” she started, but the fabric gave way with a single vicious yank, buttons skittering across the hardwood like thrown dice. Emma’s hands flew to her chest; Kade slapped them down. “Hands at your sides, Mrs. P.” He peeled the ruined blouse off her shoulders, then hooked two fingers into the waistband of her skirt and tore it straight down the seam. The zipper teeth pinged against the floor. Emma stood in nothing but her bra and panties, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Please,” she whispered, “at least turn off the lights.”
Evelyn, meanwhile, had climbed onto the couch, her movements stiff and mechanical. She shoved the massive toy inside her and began to grind against it, her eyes fixed on some distant point, her body moving in a grotesque parody of pleasure.
Emma wanted to look away, to scream, to do something, but she was frozen, her body locked in a grip of terror. Kade grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around, slamming her face-first onto the couch next to Evelyn. She could feel the cool leather against her cheek, the vibrations of Evelyn’s movements traveling through the cushions.
“Present,” Kade ordered Evelyn, his voice a low growl. Evelyn obeyed, her body arching as she ground against the toy, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Emma felt Kade’s hands on her, rough and demanding as he forced her arms behind her back. There was a click, and then the cold bite of metal against her wrists. He had cuffed her, she realized, her heart pounding in her ears. She was utterly helpless, completely at his mercy. She was fucking hot as hell! Kade thought outloud, and her breast were bigger than her daughters as was her ass, but she was not fat. She had him at full attention right now.
Kade stepped back and walked to the bag and pulled out a crop and swung it in the air. The harsh whoof it made as it cut through the air made Emma tremble.
“Look let me go, and we can forget this ever happened” Emma tried to bargain. “Oh no bitch, you are not going to forget this day for the rest of your life.” Kade said.
“First things first we need to punish you for even thinking of giving me an order and screaming at me.” Kade said softly. Evie moans were starting to become more pronounced as she fucked her vibrator on command. She sat on her heels with her thighs wide, pushing the vibrating phallus in and out of her. The biting of her lips made her look like a camgirl or pornstar.
Emma’s breath hitched as she heard the first swing of the crop slicing through the air. The sound was harsh, unyielding, and it sent a shiver of terror down her spine. She couldn’t see Kade, but she could feel his presence behind her, a dark, menacing force that seemed to suck all the air out of the room. The first strike landed on her thighs, a sharp, stinging pain that made her cry out. The sound of her own voice, raw and desperate, echoed in her ears, mingling with the obscene, wet sounds of Evelyn pleasuring herself nearby.
Another strike, this time across her backside, the pain blooming like a cruel flower. Emma tried to brace herself, to prepare for the next blow, but it was impossible. Each strike was a shock, a brutal, biting pain that left her gasping, her body jerking against the cool leather of the couch. She could feel the welts rising, the skin hot and angry, a testament to Kade’s cruelty.
Evelyn’s moans grew louder, more insistent, a sickening soundtrack to Emma’s humiliation. She wanted to scream at her daughter, to shake her, to demand to know how she could just sit there, pleasuring herself while her mother was beaten and degraded. But all that came out were choked sobs, her voice broken and defeated.