Aubree's First Apartment
Copyright© 2019 by Doc Sexaday
Chapter 19: A Voyeur with a Belt
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19: A Voyeur with a Belt - Aubree is young and on her own. She has her first apartment and a promising college education ahead of her. The bad news for Aubree was Winston. He had dirt on Aubree and blackmail was in oder.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/ft Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking White Male White Female
Dean Smith sat in the surveillance room and watched the monitors on the wall. He had watched as Juan led Aubree to the upstairs room. The room where he kept all his young pets. He enjoyed watching Juan strip the helpless teenager and chain her to the bed. He took a long drag on his cigar and sipped his drink. He zoomed the camera in on Aubree as she lay face down, chained to the bed. “Lovely. Simply adorable.” He frowned as Juan fondled the nude girl. I’ll bet that filthy spic has been taking liberties with all my girls ... He took a long swallow on his whiskey. He stared hard at the monitor as Juan closed and bolted the door. For the next several minutes, Smith watched the now completely naked Aubree as she strained against her restraints. Ignorant little girl...
The was a quiet tap on the door. He looked over his shoulder. “Come in, Juan.” He looked back up at the monitor as Juan stepped into the room.
Juan stood in the corner and folded his hands. Smith exhaled cigar smoke. Without looking at Juan he said, “I think I’ll have steak for dinner. Medium rare with a baked potato.”
Juan nodded. “Yes, sir.” He left the room and closed the door silently.
Smith leaned back in the chair and stared at the video monitor. He massaged his stiff member through his trousers. Before dinner, I think I’ll give young Aubree a good strapping. Well deserved. Smith broke the ash off his cigar and downed the last of his drink. As he walked out of the surveillance room, he unfastened his belt.
Aubree lay, trembling on the bed. Her hands and feet were secured by large chains. She was helpless. The mattress stank of urine and sweat. She shivered. Suddenly, she heard the bolt being thrown open and dean Smith stepped into the room. She strained to look over her shoulder. He stood in the doorway. A belt hung limply in his hand. “Hello, Ms. Sidney. I trust you are pleased with the accommodations?”
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