by Sarah Anon
She occasionally went in there, though she knew it annoyed the hacker immensely, and watched them work.
“How did you get involved with this anyway” she asked the hacker
“Three reasons. First, the money, there’s going to be a lot of it. Secondly it’s my plan, I was the one who brought this together, and finally, revenge. That son of a bitch was my father, he tried to get me aborted but my mother lied about it. Getting to screw you was a bonus though too, mom.” He laughed, like a jackal, and went back to work.
The hacker had always repulsed Jazelle, but his talking so crassly about her made her want to puke, and the fact that he was her husband’s son, he had masterminded his own father’s demise. part of her couldn’t blame him, she knew the sting of abandonment, but she remembered his piggy face, how he fucked her, and once again she lost compassion for him.
The Capture
Jazelle awoke, to the wandering hands of her replacement husband, he rolled on top of her and he lifted her legs up onto his shoulder before starting to fuck her. She no longer felt the deep desire she had on their first morning, but she had to give it to him, he was more creative than her old husband.
He fucked her hard, hypnotized by her breasts, which rippled back and forth with each thrust. She closed her eyes and laid back, arching her body, lifting her ass so he had easier access. His cock felt good though, she couldn’t lie. As weird as the situation may be, he wasn’t a bad lay.
With a final groan he came inside her, then got up to start his day. As he got out of the shower he heard the hacker call out for him, and he quickly slipped on some pants and a fresh shirt, it clung to him where he hadn’t dried off properly, and Jazelle watched him go, a faint smile on her lips.
She took her time getting ready, and decided to check out what was happening in the office again. She chose a light dress, no underwear, and headed towards the office.
She reached the door and turned the handle, walking in without a care in the world, despite the plot she was a part of, and then she saw the woman. She was stood by her new husband, it was her. Her exact double, a replica, and the realization hit her, her old husband was not the only person they planned to replace.
She turned to run, but the scarred man was stood behind her, and he pushed her back in the office. Closing and locking it behind him.
“What the fuck Sam, I told you to keep this door locked today, we didn’t need to do this for at least another week, and I know you were enjoying yourself, why fuck it up?”
Her new husband looked back defiantly, so the fuck what, we will still have fun.
Jazelle suddenly felt sick, and vomited, falling to her knees. Her plans falling apart, the man she had been sleeping with, using her whilst they pulled it all together.
The scarred figure turned to her.
“Get her some water Sam.” He barked.
“Jazelle, let’s clear the air shall we?”
“This lady here is my sister, the man posing as your husband is my father. We are here to take over your husband’s companies, and your entire finances, and we are almost done. We didn’t want you to know just yet, but fortunately, we don’t need you anymore. Sam.”
The cloth covered her mouth, and the world went black.
The Prison
Jazelle awoke. She was in the wine cellar of their building, she came down here plenty, but now a short metal chain attached her to a thick set metal pipe that came down from the ceiling and through the floor. Two more chains had been attached to her arms, and though they were loose, they didn’t give her much room to move. the cuffs were padded, thick stuffed leather on the inside.
She wanted to find a way to escape, she wanted to be brave, to survive. But she curled up into a ball and wept.
Only seconds after she started to cry she heard laughter, a nasally, nasty laugh, and she looked up. the hacker was standing above her.
“Now that the hard work is done, it’s time for me to get some playtime.” He laughed again, and moved close.
Jazelle backed away, but the chains on her arms clinked tight after she had moved just a few feet. Then the hacker picked up the other ends of the chain off the ground, and he yanked hard. She was instantly pulled off the ground, the chains running to the ceiling where a ratchet system left her suspended, stretched out between the chain that held her leg, and her arms.
She screamed, as loud as he could, but it just seemed to excite the man. She struggled, but each twist cut into her wrists, though not as deep as the pure ring of metal around her ankle. One leg dangled free and she desperately tried to grab purchase on the ground.
She looked up, the hacker was now naked, and he walked forward, then slapped her hard around the face.
She could taste blood, but she looked up and panic set in again when she realized she couldn’t see the hacker anymore.
She realized too late what was about to happen, her leg was lifted in to the air, her legs spread and another metal cuff was attached to her loose leg, she hung, face down, looking at the ground, pain screaming from her shoulders, from her ankles. She sobbed, deep, coughing, spitting sobs, she hadn’t cried like this since she was a child.
A sudden, sharp splitting sensation across her ass followed a cracking sound, she screamed, and it came again, this time across her back. Her eyes had closed from the pain, but now she opened them, and she saw the whip, leaving a trail of blood from where it slithered across the ground. she looked up and saw the hackers dick, erect. Then his hand came in to her view, carrying a large, sharp, knife.
“You are going to suck me, caress me with your tongue, you are going to put all your effort into this, and if you even think of biting, I’ll put you through more pain than you could possibly imagine… Mom.” He laughed again.
Jazelle looked up again, and saw a tripod, a camera out of the corner of her eye.
“That’s right bitch, your husband is alive, and he’s going to see all of this. We have special plans for him. Now SUCK”
The Hacker grabbed Jazelle by the back of her head, grasping her by her hair; swung her in towards him, stuffing his dick down her throat. He began to move his hips, fucking her throat, she gagged, and then puked, though she had eaten so little recently, barely anything came out. But he still kept pounding his dick into her, letting her gag, choke on him.
Jazelle squirmed, trying to get free of his dick, never biting, the blade still visible, but she twisted, turned, her throat convulsing.
“That’s right bitch struggle, it makes it feel better”
And still he fucked her mouth. Just as she thought she was going to pass out, the Hacker pulled out. He lifted Jazelle’s head up, looking at her face, tears had run old mascara down her face, her eyes were bulbous, popping from the shock she had just been through, vomit was dribbling out of her nose and mouth.
“You are fucking disgusting” he muttered, and then walked around behind her.
“Now... Pussy or ass... Pussy or ass.... Maybe both.”
He slipped in between her legs and thrust his dick inside her pussy. Both hands now on her hips, he began to move her body in a circular motion.
“Your pussy is nice, much nicer when it’s under my control. I never really thought you gave it your all when I had you in bed” He laughed again. “But let’s try out that ass.”
There was no warning, no lube, she felt his dick pound right in she, felt a searing pain, and a warmth running down over her pussy, she looked down, and saw blood dripping to the floor the drips were fast.
Again the Hacker moved her body in that circular motion. Then he began to fuck her. Each thrust sent a wave of pain through her, Each thrust sent blood spattering on the floor. The hacker was groaning, laughing, loving it.
For an eternity he seemed to fuck her in the ass, then he pulled out, returning to her pussy. “Looks like you're on the fucking rag” he muttered, Then began to screw her pussy, fast, hard, and within seconds he came.
I hope I put a baby up inside of you. My seed, growi
ng in you, I hope my fetus fucks you from the inside.
Then he shoved two fingers into her pussy, then a third, and fourth. He moved them in and out, then stuck his thumb in two. He kept rubbing in and out, then without warning, pushed deep inside.
Jazelle screamed, the pain was unbearable. and now she felt his entire fist inside of her. She felt another pain, another tear, and the flow of blood that had slowed to a trickle returned, she felt his hand, his fingers inside her, feeling her.
“You feel so soft, so pure on the inside, I want to feel all of you.”
His hands continued pushing in, pushing deeper, she felt the hairs on his arms, especially on the cut, like razors. She felt his fingers brush against her insides, exploring further and further. Then a blessed blackness beautiful lights spinning across her vision, and she passed out.
The Reunion
Jazelle awoke in another dark cellar, with her ass, her vagina on fire. She curled in to a ball, her hands went to protect her wounds, and she felt the dried blood caked around her crotch.
She wept, quietly, sobs of hopeless pain and despair. She could feel her blood pulsing, each beat of her heart sending a burning sensation through her pussy and ass. There was no chain holding her this time, but there was no thought of escape, only pure self-pity.
She lay for a long time until she heard the voice.
“YOU!”
“YOU BITCH”
“YOU LITTLE WHORE”
She looked up, confused. Ronald was strapped naked to a wall, his head fixed in position, he could just see her out of the corner of his eye. Whatever he was facing was hidden by a wall that partitioned off another area of the cellar. She began to crawl forward, pain piercing her insides with every inch. But as she got closer she could see a projector, light shining from it, clearly visible in the dust of the cellar. She kept crawling, then she saw it, the video playing was her and the pool boy, his face changed as she watched, that moment of ecstasy when he had cum inside her. She watched herself get out of the pool, the camera was zoomed in to her ass as she walked away, and she saw a long string of cum dripping out of her pussy, stuck to her leg.
Instantly the image changed, now she was looking at herself with the gardener, their bodies entwined, sweat pouring off them. She rolled over looking up at the man she had betrayed.
“They told me how you betrayed me, you fucking BITCH” He spat, the glob of saliva hitting the side of her head.”
From across the room a strong voice appeared. “Well maybe you would like to see a little justice being done”
Steven walked out from the shadows and pulled a remote out of his pocket. The image of her and the gardener flickered off, and it was replaced by an image of her in chains. She tried to back away, close her eyes “no no no no” she cried, sobs erupting from her, but Steven was on her in a second, with one hand pulling her head back, his fingers prying back her eyelids.
“I wanted revenge Ronald, I wanted to get you, to destroy everything you prized. Watch what I had done to her, by your own Son no less. Now my Father runs your company, my sister is the wife. But your own son made this possible Ronald”
His spare hand was absent mindedly playing with Jazelle’s breast, and on the video she watched herself getting destroyed by the Hacker, she watched herself pass out, but he didn’t stop, He carried on fucking her limp body with his fist, and then he dropped her to the ground, and a few minutes later, came back and fucked her again.
Ronald was silent, strapped against the wall, but she felt Stevens cock throbbing through his suit trousers.
“Let’s watch that again shall we, and this time, Jazelle, I want you to suck me, if you don’t I’ll fuck you. And looking at what our friend did to you... Well... I don’t think you want that. Misbehave at all, and I’ll send you back to him.” He talked calmly, simply, whilst he pulled out his cock and sat down in front of Jazelle so he could see both Ronald and the screen.
“FUCK YOU STEVEN” Ronald screamed. But she already had his dick in her mouth, playing it with her tongue, moving painfully, so she could bob her head as she sucked, as she twirled her tongue. The video of the Hacker played once more, and Jazelle focused on the cock in front of her, unable to watch the images on the screen anymore, this time it came accompanied with sound, and she tried hard to block it out, Roland’s screams and cursing continued, until Steven’s load shot into her mouth. “Keep sucking” it was an order and she obeyed, squeezing every last drop of cum from him.
She swallowed each and every drop.
“Obey me, and I will protect you, disobey me, and you go back to the Hacker, for good.”
He lifted her up off the ground. She stood, on shaky legs, wincing in pain. She stood naked, before her husband, his enemy beside her, his hands running up and down her body, finally alighting on her breasts, squeezing them, fondling them, teasing her nipples.
“She’s my trophy now Ronald, and you will get to see everything I do to her on this screen.”
The Slave
She lay in the bed, her bed, her room. She was locked in here. The door was heavyset, the windows barred. Steven had left her with ointments and creams that soothed the pain, and she began to feel grateful for him in a strange way.
He would ask her to massage him some nights, others a hand job, or a blow job. His hands would control her, and afterwards he would often hold her in his arms. Occasionally he would prod her pussy, testing it, but always she winced with pain.
Never did he hurt her, but she became his, completely.
Whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted he could have, and he didn’t stop at blow jobs. He cemented his power, asking her to take his balls in her mouth, to fondle them with her tongue for hours on end. No ejaculation, no blow job. He just enjoyed a tongue massage on his balls.
He also got her to oil her body down then rub all over him, rubbing her large tits over his body, she began to feel an arousal she thought she would never feel again after the hacker, as she ran his skin under her own, as she became a part of him.
She knew Ronald was watching, but she didn’t care. She no longer had power, or an agenda, she was subdued, tamed, by the man who had destroyed her life completely.
It took nearly half a year for her wounds to heal, but as she ran her own oil smothered body over his, she felt his dick, hard, and an erotic surge hit her in the abdomen. The warmth spread through her pussy and she knew she needed it, she needed him now. She slid her hand down to his dick, pumping it a couple of times, covering it with the oil, and slowly, she pushed herself down onto him. There was a slight resistance at first, but she was so fucking wet, and the oil helped do its job.
He let her do the work, slowly moving up and down over him. A couple of times she felt a wince of pain, but she didn’t slow, she maintained that same, slow steady rhythm. Eventually she orgasmed, it hit her hard, and she felt a spear of pleasure shaft upwards from inside. She let out a scream and began to move just a little faster, the change of pace definitely pleased Steven, and he began to groan, “yess YES YESSSS”.
Jazelle began to writhe when she heard his voice rise, each elevation turning her on more and more, she climaxed again, this time matching Steven as his cum exploded into her. She flopped down onto him, then slid down and put his cock once again into her mouth. She let her tongue wrap around it, sucking just gently, the taste of his cum mixed with her juices creating a cocktail that started to turn her on once more.
She imagined that from down below she could hear the faint screams of rage from her old husband, and it gave her peace.
As she lay there, content, she barely felt the blade as it came down, a faint prick in her neck. She barely heard the slight grunt Steven gave as he pulled both hands down, the knife instantly severing the spinal column.
Her body hit the floor and Steven lay back in his bed, just a few flecks of blood betraying the serenity that remained in the room.
He would finish of Ronald later. Let him stew, let him realize that he had stolen everyth
ing, completely, finally, absolutely.
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