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Abby Against Mrs. West

Copyright© 2023 by TheBatofGotham

Chapter 2

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - As a teen Abby loses her leg. After that her life changes forever. She moves and loses her boyfriend. Years later her Ex-boyfriend's mother finds her and her life changes yet again.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including NonConsensual   Rape   Incest   Father   Daughter   BDSM   Bestiality   Pregnancy  

6 years later

“Things sure have changed since my accident. For example the past three years I have been helping out at my Grandma’s main restaurant in her chain of restaurants. I never thought I’d want to work in the food industry. But now I’m enjoying myself. Not sure if it’s the job I’d want to make into a career but still it’s nice. I’ve made great friends here so that’s a bonus,” I hit the pause button on my phone when I heard a knocking on my car window.

When I rolled down the window a blonde woman asked, “Abby is that you?”

I took another look at the woman, “Kacey? Kacey Stewart?”

This super lady I hadn’t seen since the day of my last basketball game seemed really excited that I remembered her.

Kacey squealed, “Oh, my God it is you. How have you been?”

“I’ve been great actually,” I said as I got out of my car.

When I stood up Kacey’s eyes flew wide, “Holy cow. When the hell did you get a boob job? Those things are freaking huge! I never would have guessed you’d go that far.”

I looked down at my chest. I’m sure I turned red.

I ran my hands over my outfit to straighten them up and said, “They started to come in when I was about 16. And they’re natural, not implants.”

She nodded, “Sure they are. Weren’t they like an A cup back in school?”

They had been AA cups, I had enough of this conversation so I cleared my throat and said, “I need to get to work now. I’ll talk to you later.”

I really hoped I wouldn’t run into her later. Not anytime soon anyway.

After I put on my work outfit, a co-worker came up to me and said, “You look, troubled boss. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“For starters Tiffany, you can stop calling me boss. Just because my Grandma owns this place doesn’t make me your boss. You’ve worked here longer than I have,” I told her.

“You’re close enough for me to call you boss. But since you asked so nicely I guess I can stop calling you that. For now,” Tiffany replied.

I was feeling better. This little routine of ours always seemed to cheer me up a bit. I took a quick look at the floor and that cheer left me.

I quickly whispered, “Actually Tiff, there is one more thing you can do to help me. Can you trade places with me tonight? There’s someone at table 12 I’d rather not deal with tonight.”

Tiffany got on her tippy-toes and looked over my shoulder.

“Are your Iron Man panties in a twist or are you avoiding someone? Is it the hot blonde chick? I wouldn’t mind her asking me out this weekend. Wow, she’s hot. Or is it the hunk of the guy she’s clinging to? Such a pity. Should I hate them?” Tiffany asked.

I awkwardly laughed, “Nothing like that. It’s just that the girl and I went to school together and we had an embarrassing run-in in the parking lot earlier. If she came in tomorrow I might be able to face her.” Or not.

In an adorable tough voice she said, “Okay, I’ll take one for the team. I’ll trade sections with you.”

“Thanks. And since when have you noticed a guy being a hunk?” I asked.

“Hey, just because I love the ladies doesn’t mean I’m blind. I can still see that a guy is attractive,” Tiffany replied with mock offense. “Man this is too fun to tease you like this. Thanks for humoring me.”

She started to walk out the door when I quietly asked, “How did you know about my Iron Man panties?”

Tiffany laughed, “You forget we go to the same swimming pool and gym. I’ve seen you in your undies and in the nude before.”

I’m sure I turned red. Even though the next hour went well I was nervous the entire time. I finally saw that Kacey’s table was vacant. And I started breathing normally.

That is until I heard Kacey say, “Oh my God, this is where you work Abs? And as a waitress? That’s totally low and so funny.”

I rolled my eyes and turned to face her.

“Technically I don’t work here. I only...” I was saying.

“Jeez, things must be bad if you’re going to lie. You’re totally in uniform and everything. With that attitude, Alex totally dodged a bullet when you freaked out and ran out on him,” Kacey laughed.

I wanted to hit her with the tray I was carrying. But I just smiled and said, “I’m sorry if you’ve found the service here so dissatisfactory. Oh and as the Granddaughter of the owner and founder of this chain of restaurants, I feel I can tell you this. We looked over your job application you filled out here the other day, and we thank you for your time but we will be looking elsewhere and suggest you do the same. Have a good day. Bye.”

Her jaw dropped and she went pale. I was so happy at that moment that my Grandma had given me the authority to do the hiring at this location. I walked away and changed out of my work clothes and clocked out. I silently laughed at myself as I realized not only had I been wearing my Iron Man shirt under my uniform but I had been wearing my Iron Man panties as well.

On my way to my car, I heard Kacey yell out, “You dumb cow! How dare you humiliate me like that in front of so many people. I should take my boyfriend’s baseball bat and beat your huge fake udders with it.”

Tiffany then called out, “Hey babe, you forgot your phone in the locker room.” She then did something I wasn’t expecting. She kissed me and made sure it was obvious to Kacey that the kiss included plenty of tongue. She also squeezed one of my breasts. “I’ll see you at my place or yours after my shift?”

I was stunned and then moaned, “Mmm, I think it’s time we meet at my place.” I squeezed her butt.

She went in for a hug and whispered, “Sorry, when I saw her yelling at you I just reacted. Great kiss by the way.”

Kacey was outraged, “I guess that’s why Alex turned to me after you broke up with him the way you did. He said you always were to chicken to give it up to him. I guess we know why.”

I was in a daze on the way home. That was the first kiss I’ve had in over 3 months. It was definitely the best kiss I’ve shared with another girl, and I’ve kissed at least five others. It never seemed like something I’d want to continue for a long time. I think the reason it was affecting me this much this time was because it was so unexpected.

In my home office, I checked my computer and was excited to find that I had a reply. I was working on a new type of prosthetic limb with some friends. The ultimate goal of helping to give feeling to the prosthetic limbs is still a very long way off, but this one is much closer. This leg will make it seem like it’s mostly just a wire frame while the insides will be there it’ll seem like they aren’t and you can see right through it. That and we’re trying to make it so people can move their toes too. Just like a normal foot. In the email, I was sent some plans and ideas for the prosthetics. They said they hoped I could work out some bugs. It was brilliant what I saw. I wasn’t able to figure everything out but I made some adjustments. And sent what I had to the next person.

I then checked on my 3D printer. And it was almost finished printing the parts for my current leg. I took off my prosthetic leg in preparation to add parts to it.

I called my Dad, “Hey Dad those parts for my leg are about done printing. Want to come over and help me install them?”

“I’d love that darling. But why would you want an old man like me helping you? You know so much more about that stuff than I do,” my Dad said.

“Because this is going to be awesome and you’re the one that found the files for me. Besides, after the day I had, I really need the attention. So please hurry,” I told him.

His eyes flew wide, “Attention? As in attention, attention?”

I grinned mischievously, “You know it.”

“I’ll be right over. Should I bring anything?”

“Just yourself. That’s all I need,” I replied.

“As you wish,” Dad told me.

Shortly after we hung up I got in my wheelchair and answered the door.

“Mrs. West? What are you doing here? How did you find me?” I asked.

“I was visiting a friend on vacation when I heard you were harassing her daughter this morning. And you tried to force yourself on her. How dare you. You should be arrested,” she said before she slapped me.

“Who the hell do you think you are lady? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I didn’t harass anyone today. And I certainly didn’t try to force myself on anyone. Get off my property. And stay away from me,” I yelled.

She looked like she was about to slap me again then she said, “Don’t be surprised if the police come to visit you for what you did to Kacey Stewart. And you definitely haven’t heard the last of me you tramp.”

“Please just leave me alone. Haven’t you done enough?” I cried.

She left smirking. And I had a very uneasy feeling. As soon as my Dad came into my home office I kissed him.

When we pulled apart Dad said, “Someone is really happy to see me.”

“You bet I am. Now let’s go to my room. I want your attention now,” I playfully ordered.

In my room, we were both taking off our clothes. I was admiring how well he’s kept in shape for his age.

“How’d you like to do this darling?” Dad asked.

I thought about if I should finally let my Dad take my vaginal virginity. I looked into his eyes and said, “Doggy style. Your favorite.”

I enjoyed the excitement on his face. I always did.

“You really know how to make your old man proud,” he said as he took off the last of his clothes.

As I felt his member prodding the entrance to my butt I yelled out, “Wait.” I reached between my legs and grabbed his dick and pulled it down, “I want it here today.”

“Are you sure, I mean really sure? There’s no going back after this. Well if you decide you don’t like it we can always stop. But there’s no repairing your ... hymen,” my Dad said.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked.

“Damn it, I don’t. I’m sorry, we’ve never really needed them before. I’m sorry,” he replied.

I thought to myself, “Do I want to risk it, having my Dad go in raw and getting me pregnant? Maybe someday. But today?”

I moved his dick back to my asshole. I always enjoy it feeling my Dad slide his dick up my asshole. But the feeling I had as it touched the entrance to my pussy was so much better. I just know I’d love it when our pelvises grind together as he’s inside me there. As my Dad Greg’s rhythm started to pick up my mind drifted away from those thoughts. We were both breathing hard and sweating. My favorite part of having sex this way is when he’s about to have his release, he’ll press his body against my back and squeeze my breasts. Then I feel his love juice squirting inside my body. After he pulls out to make up for squeezing my breasts so hard he’ll either lick and suck my breasts or lick and kiss my butt. He rarely does that if he’s shot off on my butt.

Today after he pulled out of me, he asked, “What would you like this time?”

I moaned from the pleasure, “Mmm, I’d like you to kiss my ass.”

I chose that because I wasn’t ready to have him look me in the face as I was trying to make a decision.

I got in position and felt a light smack on first my right cheek and then the pain quickly left.

“Such a cute ass it is. By the way, you don’t speak that way around your mother do you?” Dad said.

I shook my head no. I felt him lick and finger my pussy up to my hymen. Then he moved to kissing my butt.

Finally, I said, “Hey, Greg. I know what I’m going to give you for your birthday in two weeks. I want to tell you. I’d like to give you my cherry, no condom. Ow!”

My Dad had bitten my butt.

He pulled away and said, “Thank you for even considering it.”

The next morning I was woken up by my Dad kissing me like the Prince kissing Sleeping Beauty. Although he prefers the Prince waking Snow White.

“Mmm, I love it when you wake me like that.” I looked around. “Did you sleep here all night?”

“I sure did. I didn’t want to leave your side.” I then removed the bed covers and Dad added, “I still can’t get over how your pubic hair went from blonde to pure white. Whenever I see it I always get turned on. Like now. Fancy another go?”

He started by eating me out which always gets me off quickly. I couldn’t help but pull his hair. After we were done he ran his fingers over the stump of my leg.

I placed my hand on his, “Unless you want to be late for work I’d stop. You know rubbing it like that gets me going.”

He looked confused at first. Then he looked at his hand and pulled away. “Sorry. I guess I was just daydreaming.”

From the look on his face, I could guess he was feeling guilty again for the accident. At least he’s gotten better about that.

I was getting ready to go back to sleep when my phone pinged letting me know I had a text message.

Text from Tiffany, “Okay, don’t get upset. I know you had a bad run-in the last time you worked but Derek called in sick. We’re short-staffed, can you come in for about four hours until Betty can get here?”

I quickly replied, “Sure thing, I just need to get ready. I’ll be there in about 20 minutes.” I looked at my reflection and my hair was a crazy mess, so I added, “Make that 30.”

As it turned out Derek was going to be out for a lot longer than expected. Even though I usually only help out occasionally I volunteered to take his shifts until he gets back. It was going great and I was genuinely having fun until two days before my Dad’s Birthday. I was about 10 minutes away from clocking out when three of the last people I wanted to see came walking into the restaurant. I saw Kacey, Mrs. West, and her son Alex.

Tiffany walked up to me and asked, “What’s wrong Abs? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She looked in the direction I was and her voice turned cold, “You know we have a policy that lets us refuse service to anyone. Want me to kick that witch out?”

I shook my head, “Kacey isn’t the one I’m freaking out about. It’s the other two. My ex-boyfriend and his Mom.”

Tiffany’s face turned red, “Oh, the bitch that showed you those pics to break you and that cheaper up! Now I’m definitely going to kick them out.”

I grabbed her shoulder and said, “Don’t make a big deal out of it. I’ll just do some cleanup in the back.”

Tiffany was disappointed but agreed. After my shift, I looked around and didn’t see those three anywhere.

I nearly jumped out of my skin as I was getting into my car when I heard Alex say, Hey, Abby. It’s been a long time. You look great.”

I panicked and slapped him, yelling, “Stay away from me.”

I then noticed that we weren’t alone. Kacey had an evil smirk on her face and Mrs. West looked pissed off. I’m lucky that saying, if looks could kill, was just a saying.

I got in my car and drove off. That night I thought I had heard some strange noises in my house. But I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. So I went back to my room for an uneasy sleep. My last conscious thought was that I wished my Dad was there with me. The next morning I was sitting down eating my breakfast and sipping my Orange Juice when I started feeling really sleepy. Ridiculously sleepy. I fell asleep at my dining table. When I woke up I couldn’t move my limbs. I was bound to a bed. I looked down over my body. At least I was clothed.

A while later the door opened and a woman dressed all in black including a mask came into the room. The outfit was very form-fitting. It was obvious that this woman worked out. Not heavy on the weights but on something like the treadmill and other cardio exercises.

In a smug tone, she said, “Not so tough now are you, you little slut?”

Oh God, I recognized that voice and those words.

“Why are you doing this to me, Martha?” I cried.

She ran to the bed and grabbed a hold of my tip, “I told you to never call me by my name. To you, I’m always Mrs. West or Ma’am.” She groaned and then removed her mask. “I guess I don’t need this.” She rolled it up and shoved it into my mouth and taped it in place. “You really don’t need to be talking right now much less asking stupid questions. Anyway, to answer you, I’m doing this because of what you did to my son. Not just yesterday but ever since you met him. You did your best to mess his life up. Especially when it came to his sex life. I knew about that, you know. Only letting him do anal. Trying to turn him gay. Ha. I fixed that damage. But it took years to fix everything else. And when I finally accomplish that you prance back into his life and mess it up again. You are going to regret ever setting foot in my son’s life. But first I’m going to fix that problem you have with liking girls.”

Oh no, she actually believed that Tiffany and I are lovers. What was going to do? I kept wondering as she sat in the corner of the room watching me for an hour, give or take.

Kacey walked into the room with a camera, “I finally got everything ready Mom. Is everything set here?” She squealed, “Oh good she’s awake.”

Mrs. West must have misunderstood the whimper I made when Kacey called her Mom. She stood up, put her hand on Kacey’s shoulder, and said, “Kacey here is going to be getting married to my boy Alex. Isn’t that great news?” She helped set up the camera and then said, “You can send Derek in now.”

I knew a few guys named Derek so I didn’t expect the guy that entered the room to be my co-worker that I had covered for at work. But it was. When he saw me he looked at Mrs. West and when she nodded he stripped off his shirt. Wow. I knew he was fit but I didn’t expect Stephen Amell, in Arrow kind of fit. I was worried when he started his way toward me. Then he removed my gag. I was so confused. Then he was handed a strange ring with straps. He put his hands in my mouth and I ended up being unable to close my mouth. Soon Derek was stripping me of my clothes.

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