Chapter 11

Becky Long looked at the clock beside her bed. She’d been here almost the entire two hours since she’d left the McLoed house. She’d come straight home and raced to her bedroom, grabbed her vibrating dildo with the bunny ears and went through a set of batteries. The thing was on its highest setting and she was working on her fourth orgasm. The image of the monstrous bulge in Grant’s pants leg was burned into her brain and the five-inch dildo wasn’t giving her what she needed.

Cecilia had told her Grant was just over twelve inches long and seven and a half wide. Apparently, his sister had measured it for him. She thought they had to be exaggerating and yet that bulge, that huge fucking bulge was all she could think about. Well, that and having the boy next door plowing into her from behind. If he was even close to the size his mother said, he’d touch places no man ever had in her cunt. Which had to be broken. The fucking hole had poured so much cream onto her sheets that she’d need to put down a towel and change them before she could go to sleep tonight.

Becky needed to get up. She’d promised both Cecilia and Grant that she’d look at the emails and contracts he’d been sent, but all she could think about was letting her daughter’s best friend from kindergarten until Junior High fuck her into oblivion. She couldn’t though, Clarence would know if she did. A dick that big would stretch her so much that she’d never be able to keep his tiny little wrinkled dick in her. After a dick like Grant’s, she’d be so loose she wouldn’t be able to tighten enough to bring the sick bastard off. Then Clarence would know she’d been with someone besides him, which was against his rules, and he’d punish her. Last time he’d punished her, he’d flogged her so hard and long Becky had to have some lashes sewn up. She’d passed out from that one and not in a good kinky way, but from the actual pain of the beating. Becky really needed to get away from the sadistic bastard before she began to enjoy the twisted things he did to her. Already she had noticed that pain and pleasure were mixing in her head.

Of course, if Grant was as big as Cecilia said, maybe that would be the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. If he’d agree to fuck the shit out of her, both figuratively and literally. A dick that big in her ass would hurt so good, wouldn’t it? Becky almost screamed from the orgasm that thought tore from her and cursed when she realized Abi would be home any time. She needed to get herself under control before then. She ran to the bathroom and climbed in the shower, washing first her battery-operated lover and then herself. Dressed in her old sweats, she gathered the sheets off her bed and threw them in the wash.

She opened the window to air out her room and shut the door, hoping beyond hope Dean wasn’t coming over to use Abi again tonight. Becky hated that punk almost as much as she did his father. She knew her daughter wasn’t with him voluntarily any more than Becky was working and servicing the boy’s father. That’s what they both were: boys, selfish little boys, with a tendency to only think of their own wants and needs.

Becky had been there the day that Abi had told Dean she wouldn’t date him because she was in love with Grant. Then the next day he’d all but dragged her to his house for a BBQ when she came back her face was tear streaked and she informed her mother that she was dating Dean. Since the day Clarence had showed up at the house and informed her about the mortgage he owned through his bank on the house. Insisting she was three months behind and that she resign from her work at Parker, Cline, and Hillman to come to work as his personal paralegal and that part of her duties was to be his private cumdump and whore, Dean had followed his father’s example and hadn’t even pretended not to be forcing her daughter to not only date him but to service his sexual needs as well. Many a night Becky lay in her room listening as the little shit berated her daughter and made her scream in pain and humiliation.

Somehow, she needed to get herself and Abi away from the Chadwick family. But without losing the house she didn’t know how other than to just pack them up and disappear, but with Clarence’s connections he’d just have them hunted down and returned. Then both of them would be in worse situations than they were now. If ever she needed a hero, it was now! Sadly, they only showed up in romance novels and action movies. Well, unless ... No, she couldn’t think like that, Grant may have a big dick but according to Abi he was beaten more than Becky herself was.

Still, just one night of ecstasy might be worth a beating. She sighed and picked up the printouts she’d brought home from the McLoed house. After reading both of them, she knew she needed to have another conversation with Grant and find out when the evaluation on his app would be complete. If what Miss Vasilios had hinted at this afternoon was true, Grant was about to become a very wealthy young man. Very wealthy! With the initial offers this high, both social media companies knew something none of them did about ClickTalk. She sighed she didn’t want to see Grant not while her mind was still trying to remind her about that bulge in his pants but as they say nothing ventured nothing gained.

Maybe she should just go over there, strip naked, and beg the young man to take her and add her to his slaves. Serving him couldn’t be any worse than servicing Clarence Chadwick. if he could get Abi away from Dean at the same time, it would be worth any sacrifice. As she thought that, the front door opened and closed. Abi was home and from the sound of things she was alone. “Hey mom.”

“Abi is Dean coming over tonight?”

Abi smiled and shook her head no. “Mom, you will not believe this. Coach Tanner called an emergency team meeting. Grant is a hero mom! He seriously just fucked over the entire football program and the assholes that make it up.”

“What are you talking about Abigail?”

“From what I heard around school today, somehow yesterday Grant found out about what was going on with the cheerleaders and the football team. Turns out there was some unwritten rule that if the girls didn’t date and sleep with the team, it would ban them from cheering and those with cheerleading scholarships would have them revoked. Tiffany and Tara Anderson made some kind of a deal with Grant that they would both date him if he helped them get away from Chris and Brock.

I don’t know what Grant did but I know that yesterday when he, Tiffany, and Tara got to school Brock and Chris tried to attack the girls and Grant instead of standing by stood up to them. Mom, he beat them both so badly they had to go to the nurse. Then somehow he exposed the whole cheerleader/football team blackmail thing and Chris and Brock were expelled. But it wasn’t just Tiffany and Tara that were set free. Ms. Hill held an assembly today and let it be known that there is no such rule at the school. She asked for the cheerleaders to talk to the police if anyone was pressuring them to sexually satisfy anyone in the school. The entire football team is in trouble. It involves Coach Tanner, apparently, and Coach Cosgrove.

Dean and his father are headed to the meeting to see what damage control could be done. The cheerleaders wanted me to talk to Ms. Hill too, but I told them my situation differed from theirs. But still Dean’s father said until they could figure out how to get control of the geek, meaning Grant, that they needed to lie low.”

Becky could feel her heart rate increasing. Grant was a hero! A hero who might help her and Abi out just like he’d helped the Anderson twins. “Abi, I never asked. Why are you with Dean? Why do you let him treat you like he does? I know you don’t love him. So why do you put up with him?”

Abi’s eyes filled with tears. “It was that BBQ Dean took me to at his house. Do you remember that?”

“Yes, you’d told him you couldn’t date him because you were in love with Grant. Then he came and got you for the BBQ and you came back and told me you were dating Dean and wouldn’t explain why. I heard you tell Grant a few times before he quit coming over that you had to date Dean. So why do you have to date him?”

“To save you Mom. Mister Chadwick showed me these papers on the house, saying that we owed the bank and were behind. He told me if I agreed to date Dean, he’d see to it we’d keep the house and you wouldn’t be sent to prison for failure to pay your debts. He said with Dad gone you were law bound to assume his debts.” Abi shrugged. “I couldn’t let you go to jail, and I knew you’d get us caught up. Then you changed jobs and started making less money. I never understood that, but until we pay the loan, I’m stuck with Dean.”

Becky was livid. Clarence had used almost the same tactic on her daughter as he’d used on her. “They can’t send me to jail, Abi. There is no law that people who can’t pay their debt go to jail. The worst they can do is take the house and ruin my credit. That’s why I changed jobs. Clarence offered to step in and assume the mortgage if I would come to work for him. He told me he’d let us stay here until we could get caught up. He’s been using me just like Dean has been using you. I think it’s time we put a stop to it.”

Abi looked at her mom. “But how?”

“I want you to shower then put on your sexiest outfit, honey. It’s time for the Long women to get reacquainted with the McLoed family. Meet me back down here in half an hour and sweetie make sure you are ready for Grant to see all of you. We are going to make a similar offer as Tiffany and Tara, if you’re willing. See, I know more about that situation. Tiffany isn’t Grant’s girlfriend, that wasn’t the deal honey. It was something else.”

“If she and Tara aren’t his girlfriend’s then what are they?”

“Trust me, Abigail, you must see it for yourself to believe me. So, shower and then get pretty and sexy. Then let’s see if the love of your life still loves you too. But please don’t judge me by what you are going to see and hear tonight.”

Abi hugged her mom. “I won’t judge you, if you don’t judge me. But if Dean or Mister Chadwick hear that I’m over at Grant’s all hell is going to rain down mom.”

“I don’t think it will, baby. I think some things might change, like we might lose this house. But I think we won’t be moving far and the Chadwick’s won’t have power over us any longer.”

Thirty minutes later, both Abi and Becky were standing in their front room. Abi had put on a small semi sheer camisole and pair of tight daisy duke cutoffs; she’d made them for a Halloween party a couple of years ago. Her young toned legs were covered in sheer thigh highs and clear acrylic 4 inch fuck me pumps adorned her feet.

Becky however had seen the outfit that Grant’s sex slave had been wearing, so she’d quickly grabbed the Naughty secretary outfit Clarence had made her wear a few times. It was probably a lot like the one he’d told his mother about. Only the thigh highs were sheer silk with a red seam up the back. She too was wearing 4 inch fuck me heels only hers were in red and she’d added a coating of Kitten Heels liquid red lipstick to her lips. She’d seen Grant’s eyes lock on her lips earlier. This shade would look good and stay on, even if she ended up with her lips wrapped around the monster joystick in his pants. Abi had used her clear shimmer lip gloss that let her natural bubble gum pink lips shine like they were super wet. “Why are we dressing like this to visit next door, Mom?”

“I’m going to tell you something that you will not believe at first, Sweetie. It seems Grant has become a somewhat dominant and satisfying lover. Tiffany and Tara didn’t offer to become his girlfriends. Tiffany herself told me she was Grant’s sex slave. She was proudly wearing a metal collar that proudly proclaimed her to be ‘Grant’s Sex Slave’. They aren’t the only ones. Your little friend, apparently, isn’t little anymore. According to both Tiffany and his own mother, he is a very big man, as in his penis is huge. I mean like Pornstar huge. Every woman in his house has given themselves to him sexually. He owns them all as sex slaves by their own choice. Cecilia thought he might add one or both of us to his women, if we offered. I don’t know how you feel about that idea. I think it couldn’t be any worse than what we are already enduring, and from what I was told, he is a skilled and considerate lover. So it might even be enjoyable.”

Abi shook her head. “Not my Grant; Mom, he’d never disrespect a woman like that asshole Dean.”

“No, not like Dean honey. I’m telling you that from what I saw and heard, the women in his home are treated with respect and desire. Yes, he has sex with them. But I’m telling you, his own mother was singing the praises of having him take her sexually and Tiffany was looking at him with nothing but love and worship in her eyes. Tiffany flat out told me she was proud to be Grant’s sex slave. And that he was huge in the pants. So be ready for anything. From what I saw this afternoon, the women over there are dressed just as revealing as us. Only I don’t think Tiffany had any panties on, and her outfit barely covered her sexy parts. I’m just hoping he’s willing to help us escape too.”

“But mom, what about the house? We’ll lose our house if we do this.”

“Maybe honey, I can’t tell you more than that. I’ll only say, Grant is about to become a powerful young man. One that may overcome the Chadwick’s. Just keep an open mind and let’s go next door and see if he is even willing to help us. Even if he isn’t, we could get a fun night out of the trip.”

Abi’s eyes widened “Mom! Are you saying you’d let Grant...” she swallowed before talking like she was about in front of her mother but she whispered out the rest of her question,”fuck you?”

“Abigail, that’s exactly what I’m saying. If what I was told is true, he will be a ride to remember.”

Her eighteen-year-old daughter blushed and said nothing.

Becky glared at her “What, you think I’m told old to want hot steamy sex, even if it’s only for a night? You’ll learn you take your pleasures where you find them, honey. Few men are built like I’ve been told Grant is. Even less are considerate lovers, which two women told me he was. Why would his mother risk everything for him to take her, and why is Tiffany infatuated with him otherwise?”

“I don’t know, but I guess we are going to find out.”

“Yes, we are.”

The two women walked out the door and next door. Just as they arrived at the door, Cecilia was pulling into her drive. She got out of the car and looked at her neighbors. “Well, isn’t this a surprise? Becky, I was told you ran out of here earlier like someone had shoved a rocket up your ass. Without looking at those contracts. Is that why you are back?”

“Partly Cecilia, Abi and I need help and the only person I think can help us is Grant. As you can see, we came prepared to pay for his help. The only way we can.”

Cecilia laughed. “Come inside before every man in the neighborhood has a heart attack or ends up lining up to gang-bang the two of you. Abi, I just want to be sure you understand; Grant isn’t the same boy you think you know. He’s grown up and things in our house have changed a lot since the last time you were here.”

Abi smiled shyly. “Mom told me, Mrs. McLoed. I’m having trouble believing everything she told me, but I guess seeing is believing. I know some of what has been going on at school. It’s all the football team and cheerleaders have been talking about today.”

“Alright then, I just don’t want you to be surprised at what you may find when you walk in. Grant promised me he wouldn’t start the party until I arrived, but the other two women inside can be quite persuasive when they want to be. So we could walk into anything from nothing or some minor petting to a full-blown threesome for all I know.”

“So it’s true, he is having sex with you and Fiona and Tiffany?”

“Yes, and a few other women too, from what I’ve been told. For now, only the three of us live here and belong to him. Tiffany is his sex slave and I’m his mommy-slut and Fiona is his sister-slut. We all three obey him and call him Master and he takes care of us in every way including sexually, especially sexually!.”

They entered, and it blew Abi away when she walked into the den. Grant was sitting on the couch relaxing with a drink. While kneeling at his feet was his sister and Tiffany Anderson. They were dressed in matching catholic school girl outfits of different colors but the sluttiest ones Abi had ever seen. Tiffany was kneeling with her hands behind her back and her legs spread so wide that even from across the room Abi could see her pussy on display. Fiona was spread as well, showing her cunt too. The only difference in their positions was that Fiona’s hands were behind her head, elbows out like her legs were. “Grant, you have company, and where is my outfit? You promised me an outfit, like the girls.”

Grant stood and smiled when he saw the love of his life in the room looking like a country boy’s wet dream. “Abi! Wow, you look amazing! Are you going out with Dean looking like that?”

Abi shook her head. “No Grant, I wore this for you. Dean and the entire team are meeting with his dad and the coaches to figure out how to stop you and the trouble you caused them.”

“You dressed like this for me? What does that mean?”

Becky stepped forward and put her hand on Grant’s arm, getting his attention. He was so drawn to Abi he hadn’t even noticed her in the room. That should have upset her, but it made Becky know she did the right thing. Grant was still taken with her beautiful daughter. “We need your help, Grant. Can we sit down and talk?”

Grant frowned and looked from mother to daughter. “Sure, if you need my help, then I’ll help you. Just tell me how.” He turned to his mother. “Your outfit is upstairs on Fiona’s bed, Mommy-slut. Go change, put on only what is on the bed,” He looked at her and the command in his face and voice had Becky soaking her fresh thong.My god when had Grant become so commanding? “ and come back down.Tiffany will teach you the submissives waiting pose like she did Fiona”

“Yes, Master.” Cecilia purred then turned and ran up the stairs like it was Christmas and she’d been told Santa was waiting with lots of toys.

Becky turned from watching her friend run to do her son’s bidding to the young man himself. “You don’t even know what we need. How can you say you’ll help us?”

Grant blushed and then looked back at Fiona and Tiffany. “Relax girls, we will get back to training and the ceremony later.”

Both girls closed their legs some, and it shocked Abi to see Fiona look at Tiffany. The cheerleader put her hands on her knees, hands facing up. “This is the relaxed position, Fiona. But a good submissive never slouches.”

Grant reached down and patted Tiffany on the head. “Good girl, Slave. I see you paid attention to your lesson this afternoon.”

“Thank you, Master.” Came the breathless squeal of happiness from the girl known at school as the Queen Bitch. If the others could see her now, they wouldn’t believe it.

Most shocking of all to Abi was Grant’s confident mannerism. Who was he becoming and what happened to her shy best friend? Even more shocking was watching Tiffany react to his praise. It was like seeing a puppy who’d been praised for going potty outside. The girl all but squirmed with her pleasure and happiness at being praised by the boy she called her master.

Grant returned his attention to her mother and motioned for the two of them to sit on the couch. He sat in one of the armchairs on the other side of the room. Wordlessly both Tiffany and Fiona stood and carried the cushions they’d been kneeling on to his feet and sat back down, one on each side, their arms wrapping around his leg and their heads laying on his thighs. Something in Abi’s own privates clenched at seeing the two girls loving on him. She felt both sadness that they were allowed to sit like that with him. Even stronger was the burn of jealousy that it wasn’t her and that they were touching him at all.

“So how can I help ladies?” Grant said, one hand stroking each of the heads on his thighs. Becky watched the two girls at Grant’s feet for a second, an almost overwhelming desire to crawl over and imitate them running through her body. “Abi and I need to tell you a story. Will you promise to just listen and hear us out before you say anything?”

Grant nodded. “I can do that.”

Becky sighed; the time had come. It was embarrassing to admit how stupid she’d been. But if Grant didn’t know the story, he couldn’t properly protect her or her daughter. With a deep cleansing breath, she poured out the tale.

“This all started about three months after Johnathan died. As you may remember, I took some time off work to grieve and be with Abi. Then one day I got a call from Clarence Chadwick telling me he needed to talk to me about some business dealings he had with my departed husband. I went to his office where he showed me a set of legal paperwork. It turned out that Johnathan had taken out a mortgage on our house with the First National Bank here in town. A bank whose major shareholder is Clarence Chadwick.

I don’t know if it was to pay for his medical bills or what, but Mister Chadwick had called me in because the loan was six months overdue. He informed me that the other shareholders of the bank were demanding they foreclose on us and take the house. Mister Chadwick told me he was willing to not do so, if and only if I would come to work for him as his personal paralegal. He informed me that part of my duties would be to service him sexually anytime, way and place he wanted me to. I told him absolutely not. Then he informed me if I didn’t then he would have no choice but to take the house, leaving me and Abi homeless. He told me if that happened, he would also place a call to CPS and tell them I was unfit to care for my daughter. With his connections, he said that he would get her removed from my custody and placed in the foster home of a man he knew was abusing the girls under his care.

However, if I came to work for him, he would make sure that Abi and I stayed in our home until I paid the loan off. The loan still has two years to go on it. And even though Abi is an adult now, and they can’t remove her from me, he has changed his threat. Now he has said one word from him and Abi wouldn’t be able to get into any good college, anywhere. Not only that, but he could have his son treat her even worse than he already does.”

She turned and looked at Abi “Tell Grant your part of this story.”

Abi looked at her hands, which were shaking in her lap. “You once asked me why I was dating Dean and I told you I had too. You never asked me why I had to. Didn’t you wonder?”

Grant stopped stroking the girl’s heads. “No, I just assumed you meant you had to because you were in love with him.”

Abi’s head came up and he could see fire in her eyes. “Love him? You think I love him? I hate that monster. He asked me to date him and I told him no. I told him I couldn’t date him because I was in love with you! He said he understood but hoped we could still be friends. Then he invited me to his house the next day for a Bar B Que as his friend. I figured it wouldn’t hurt. Once I got there, his dad asked me to step into his office. He showed me the same paperwork he showed mom and told me that unless I agreed to date Dean and be his girlfriend until mom paid the loan off, he would foreclose on the house. He said if that happened mom would be thrown in jail for failure to pay her debts and I would end up in an orphanage.