Retribution: Daddy's Discipline P6

Sasha

I'm so fucking doomed...

The past month inched by with me constantly trying and failing to escape my new torturous life. I've been doing everything my perverted stepfather has required of me: cooking and cleaning and fucking. It's been nothing but exhausting! Can't he see how much he's draining me with his endless, crazy demands?! I think I'm going to drop dead soon...

I finally finish washing the last dish, placing it in the dishwasher and breathing a sigh of relief. Maybe I can catch a little break before--

"Done with your chores?"

I jump at his voice, turning to face his annoying-ass grin. He's been looking like he has won the lottery lately, walking with a pep in his step. He also looks slimmer than before, which makes sense since he's apparently been working out and eating healthier, but now a confusing array of emotions whirl inside me whenever I look at him. Don't get me wrong, I still see him as the giant piece of shit he is but at the same time, I catch myself staring at him sometimes, noticing his sharper, finer facial features and his blond hair that has a new alluring sheen and the subtle hints of the muscles he's steadily gaining...

"Well?" he prods, raising an eyebrow and smirking at me mindlessly and shamelessly checking him out again.

"Y-yes, Daddy," I finally reply, looking down at my clasped hands, embarrassment heating up my face.

"Good. Go get changed. We're going to the mall."

My eyes shoot up at him in disbelief. The mall...? Why the hell is he letting me go there now? Wait... Fred, his other sleazy friend and Emma's uncle, has a tailoring store there. Fuck! He's really planning to pimp me out again?!

My stepdad gives me a smug look that almost provokes me into cussing him to hell but I bite back my rebuke, my ass still sore from this morning's punishment when I tried to deny him his daily blowjob.

"Yes, Daddy," I reply quietly, walking past him and heading up to my room.

As soon as I close the door behind me, I swear loudly. Why the fuck is he doing this to me? Last time he punished me for sucking off Henry but now he's just giving me to Fred for what exactly? Just because he can? Well, he's clearly sick in the head so I shouldn't be shocked by the fact that nothing he says and does makes sense but still, I will be the one who suffers at the end of it all.

Fuck my life!

I gather all the strength I can muster to face what's to come and walk towards my closet. I sift through my options and finally land on a white sleeveless bodycon dress, its hem ending just above my knees, and a cute pair of silver sandals. I wish I could dress more conservatively but of course that will just piss off my stepdad so there's no point in trying to resist.

I remove the oversized T-shirt I'm wearing and thankfully the butt plug as well since I'm not allowed to wear it outside of the house, I thoroughly clean it and set it aside before quickly dressing and heading for the car where he's already seated.

"You look amazing, though Freddie will just make you wear something more... suitable for you soon," he says with a small chuckle.

What is that supposed to mean?

I try to not think about it any longer as we drive off, my pussy wetting from the constant low hum of the love egg. We arrive at the mall all too soon, my impending doom almost upon me now. My stepfather leads me towards Fred's store, 'Apex Atelier', which is surprisingly busy. Dozens of people enter and leave the small space, many of them looking flushed but also pleased with their purchases. This isn't right... I swear I remember Emma telling me about three months ago that her uncle was close to being bankrupt thanks to her secretly review bombing it to oblivion. So then what the hell happened for his fortune to turn around so suddenly?

Lately, I've been having some thoughts that someone must be rallying behind my stepdad and his friends for them to gain so much power and control in just a flash, but who is it and why? What do they get from me and my friends suffering like this? It just doesn't make any sense!

I'm forced to smother those concerning thoughts as we maneuver past the numerous customers, heading straight for the back office. My dad inputs a code into the keypad, making the door click open. There's a guard posted in front of the CCTVs, only breaking his fixated stare on the moving images to look at us. He nods at my father, not even bothering to ask us any questions as he buzzes the opposite door open for us. His gaze turns to me, and I almost throw up at the clear sleaziness he exudes as he looks up and down my body with hunger in his eyes, licking his lips as he says to my stepdad, "Damn. You're a lucky one, sir."

"I know," he replies with a proud smile, placing his arm possessively around my waist as he thankfully leads me away from the creep.

We enter the next room, and I'm surprised by how spacious it actually is; it's almost triple the size of the store out front. Multitudes of rolling racks are scattered about the place with so many colorful clothes hanging on them. Wait... no. Not clothes exactly. I stop in front of a rack and notice that one of them is the iconic Wonder Woman costume except it's scantier than it should be, as in it's a bikini set instead of the one-piece.

What in the actual genuine hell?!

"See something you like?" my stepdad taunts me. "Don't worry, we've got just the perfect costume for you."

My heart hammers wildly and I frustratingly blush at the dark promise in his words--from fear or anticipation, I'm yet to figure out.

We move on, following the sound of Fred's voice echoing in the area.

"Yes, that's it! Be the sexy bitch you are!" I hear him exclaim.

What the fuck?!

I round a corner and stop dead in my tracks as I witness the shocking sight in front me; a woman is up on a stage that has a gigantic mirror in front of her and she's wearing a skimpy fairy costume, posing in a naughty position with her hands grasping her ankles, her tiny skirt doing absolutely nothing to hide her aroused state as her ass faces Fred who's taking a hundred pics a minute of her as if this is just an average photoshoot.

"Ah, you're finally here!" Fred exclaims when he notices us, setting down his camera.

"Hope we aren't disturbing you," my stepfather says with a wide smile.

"Nah. Was just about to wrap up here."

He turns to a gentleman who's sitting on the side, nodding his head. The man nods back, having communicated something between them as he rises and walks towards the woman on the stage. He tells her something that makes her spring into action, removing the fake fairy wings before covering herself up with a T-shirt and shorts before they leave us. When she passes by me, she gives a giant smile as if looking for... solidarity? All I can do is stare in shock as they walk away. I then realize that that I'm now alone with the two pigs here, and my throat goes dry at what I will be forced to do.

"Hi, Sasha. Can't wait to spend some quality time with you!" Fred says cheerily, a naughty glint in his eyes.

"Make her look amazing," my stepdad says with a wink before he turns and starts heading back towards the exit.

"You're leaving me here?" I ask incredulously.

"Yes. I'm a busy man. And I trust that you'll be on your best behavior, right?"

The edge of warning in his voice makes me stifle any more protests I have. Fred laughs at my reaction, saying, "Damn! Never thought I'd see the day she'd just shut up."

I glare at him, which makes him laugh even more heartily. Once upon a time, he was the most pathetic-looking person I've ever met, always moving as if he's carrying the weight of an elephant. But now he holds himself straight, his face full of joviality, and all because he's taking advantage of Emma the same way my stepdad is doing to me.

And now, he's going to have his way with me as well.

He takes something out of his jacket pocket, and only when he holds it up do I see what it is: the necklace that he forces Emma to wear. Adrenaline spikes as he walks towards me and places it around my neck. The ends click distinctly together, sealing the surprisingly light jewelry snug against my skin. I still don't understand what trick he uses to make it impossible to remove for anyone besides him but maybe this is my chance to figure it out.

"So, get on the stage," he orders with a ravenous grin.

I clench my fists, about to cuss him out but then a strange fog conquers my mind and my legs automatically make me walk on stage without any struggle. Why the hell am I just following his command like a damn zombie?! Is this what Emma meant by him somehow controlling her every move in the literal sense?

"And now, we let the magic happen!" he announces theatrically, rubbing his hands together before he snaps his fingers.

A strange wind surges around my body, and I feel the clothes on my body simply dissipate but only for a second before I'm clothed again. I blink in confusion, wondering what the hell just happened, until I feel an unfortunately all-too-familiar presence in my ass. I look back and get the shock of a lifetime when I see a long, bushy red tail tipped with white jutting out from between my asscheeks. My eyes then focus on my reflection, and thrilling turmoil churns in my chest.

Kneehigh, black leather stiletto heel boots have replaced my silver sandals, and I'm now wearing a rusty-red miniskirt that isn't doing much to cover up my exposed butt. I'm wearing a bikini-like top that's the same color as the skirt as well. Lastly, a pair of black-tipped ginger ears are sitting on the top of my head, like a fucking mocking cherry on top.

My eyes bulge out with disbelief. How the genuine ever-loving shit did this motherfucking douchebag make me dress up as a sexy vixen in a nanosecond?!

"Perfect!" he says in a chirpy but low voice and picks up the camera again. "Now you're ready for your porn shoot."

"What? No!" I refuse instinctively, trying to leap off the stage but for some reason my feet seem to be glued to the floor.

He ignores me as he starts to snap a few photos. I cover my face, an embarrassing flush of heat spreading throughout my body whenever I hear the loud clicking of the camera shutter, my nipples hardening to my dismay.

"That's it! Try to look innocent. That makes you look even sluttier!" he goads on with a mean laugh. "Turn around. Need to see how good your ass is too!"

Heat emanates from the necklace, and before I can understand anything I heed his words, turning around so that he can get a view of my exposed ass, making him whistle low in appreciation.

My brain becomes even foggier as he takes more pictures. Is the jewelry really making me do whatever he wants me to...? No, that's impossible, right? I'm just trying to make sense out of nothing...

I hate this! I hate every single second of this humiliation ritual! I hate how powerless I am as he forces me to perform every spicy pose that comes to mind, ensuring that no angle of my body is left hidden. And most of all, I absolutely hate how fucking soaked I'm getting, my asshole hungrily clenching the tail, my body aching all over as he takes endless photos as evidence of my submission.

"Ok. You can take a break now," he finally says after a hellish eternity.

I drop to my hands and knees, panting hard, but the relief is short-lived as my body mindlessly forces me to stand again and walk towards Fred, who's now seated at his desk. I kneel in front of him, his legs splayed apart as he shows off his obvious erection straining against his trousers.

"Time for my reward," he states, licking his lips as he grasps one with his giant hand. I gasp, my tits stiffening even more at his touch. "Damn... so big and soft... A titjob is gonna feel like heaven with these."

My eyes widen at his words before the choker warms up again and my mind becomes too fuzzy to try to fight him.

"You know what to do," he says expectantly.

I gulp hard, raising my hands to his crotch. I unzip him, freeing his semi-hard rod. His cock is the thinnest out of the trio but also the longest, its shape curving slightly upwards, making the mushroom head point to the roof. I can only imagine the constant abuse that Emma's G-spot must go through with this dick, which is a bad idea because my pussy clenches in response.

He takes a bottle of lube from a desk drawer, which suspiciously is the exact same brand that my stepdad also uses. He hands it to me and then sits back, watching me expectantly with curiosity shining in his eyes.

Oh god... Does he really want me to do this myself? I'm used to my stepfather and Henry just taking me however they want, but Fred seems to revel in giving me a false sense of choice and autonomy.

I inhale deeply, steadying my nerves and clearing the fog in my mind a little before I lift my bikini top, making my boobs jiggle free, and open the lube. Avoiding looking at his leering face and his aroused member, I pour the clear, thick liquid over my tits, delightful tingles spreading across my skin in an instant. I spread the lube as evenly as possible across my chest, doing my best to stifle my moans whenever I accidentally brush my extremely sensitive nipples.

After I've gathered enough strength, I stare at the enemy head-on and lean forward until it's in-between my breasts. I've never done a boobjob in my life, even with my sex-addicted stepdad, so uncertainty is buzzing through me right now as I take a firm hold of each titty and then smother his anticipating cock with them. He moans in appreciation and I unconsciously look up to see him close his eyes in bliss. That encourages me to continue as I start to glide up and down the throbbing rod, making sure that it's always enveloped by my boobs.

"Yeah, that's it you sexy, little whore. Keep doing that," he says in a gruff voice, throwing his head back as he loses himself in the sensations.

I look down at his extremely hard shaft, the head an angry red shade, a trickle of clear precum trickling out of its slit. The brain fog returns in full force, and without thinking my tongue flicks out to lick the tip, making Fred swear with approval.

Wait... no! Why did I just do that willingly?!

"Do that again!" he demands, his eyes wide open now as he watches me, his expression full of nothing but desire.

Like a robot, I follow his command, tasting the salty liquid on the tip of my tongue once more. As I continue to lick and smother his dick, the love egg in my cunt and the tailed butt plug in my ass begin to vibrate in tandem, making me whimper and mewl, my body unable to stop shaking from the wonderful pleasure as the strange pissy feeling returns to my pussy once again.

God... I'm becoming such a horny slut. I can't believe I'm truly enjoying being at this perv's mercy. And it's unfortunately not just him; Henry and my stepdad have the same kind of power on me as well. Two months ago, I would've gagged at the thought of even just showing a semblance of a smile to any of them but now, I'm just a fleshlight for them to use whenever they please.

No! What the fuck is wrong with me?! I shouldn't be thinking this way! I shouldn't give in to their insane actions! I have to find a way out soon before I completely lose my mind.

A sharp, unmistakable click tears me away from my thoughts and I look up to see the glassy camera lens gazing down at me.

"You look so fucking hot in your fox costume, worshipping my cock like that," Fred remarks, snapping more pictures of me. "You have no idea how many people would die to have photos of a whore as sexy as you. Maybe I should sell these and make some crazy money!"

"No, please!" I beg, the terrifying thought hundreds if not thousands of weirdos seeing and using my lewd expression and exposed body as fap material clearing the heavy fog in my head a little. "Don't post them! Please!"

He lets out a low, sadistic chuckle that sends shivers up my spine. "I won't if you make me come in the next two minutes."

The fog in my head comes in full force when he says those words, my uncontrollable sluttiness mixing with my desperate dread as I swallow the head of his dick and press my breasts harder against it. He lets out a groan in appreciation as I do all I can to please him, my tongue circling the sensitive head, the lube making my boobs even hotter than ever and the toys inside me pushing me towards my own imminent orgasm.

"Holy shit! Yeah, suck it like you can't get enough!" he exclaims, still taking more degrading photos of me.

All I can do is satisfy him as much as he wishes me to, determined to not lose to this asshole. About one and a half minutes later, he forgets about photographing me as his hips start to thrust into my chest and mouth, grunting as his climax overtakes his senses.

"I'm so damn close!" he gasps out, pulling his cock free from my body as he pumps himself with urgency. "Stick out your tongue!"

I follow his order, shutting my eyes just as the first wad of cum shoots out of his shaft and lands on my face, right on my forehead. The onslaught continues as countless jets of warm, sticky semen splatter all over my face and chest. Some of it lands on my tongue, coating it with its weirdly delicious taste and texture, and that's what ends up breaking me.

I cry out as my orgasm crashes through my body, my tits, pussy and ass overcome with numbing satisfaction. My mind empties as my body shakes violently, vaguely feeling my cunt become wetter than usual but unable to understand why as more of Fred's cum plasters my face, the degradation making me come even harder and for longer.

After an eternity of him dumping all his climax on my body, the assault finally stops and I manage to open only one eye to see him slump back into his chair, his chest heaving hard. Without thinking, I swallow down the cum on my tongue and wipe away some from my eyes as well, licking my fingers like it's a delectable drink. I should feel so angry, ashamed and disgusted--but what I really feel is... powerful. Yes, I'm covered in a bastard's semen and kneeling before him like a hoe, wearing a revealing animal costume with my bare breasts out and countless pictures of my bare state in his camera--but I managed to make him come like crazy, and he hasn't even stuck his dick inside my pussy yet. It really feels like I'm a pornstar right now.

And a part of me is genuinely proud of that.

After Fred has gathered his strength, he checks his watch and frowns. "Well, shit. Seems like our time is up. Was hoping to use your mouth properly but I guess we'll leave it for next time."

Next time... My body trembles in anticipation at those words.

He chuckles at me. "You really enjoyed yourself, didn't you, little vixen? I'll tell your Daddy that you were extra good and deserve a reward."

"Thank you," I reply, my excitement compounding instead of diminishing at the thought of being used again.

"Yes, Uncle," he corrects.

My chest tightens at the demand, but I can't help but yield and say, "Yes, Uncle Freddie."

"Good girl."

There it is again, the tremors of joy at those two simple words. It's like they're conditioning me verbally and mentally into being their perfect little cumslut. Even though I'm so scared that one day they might achieve their goal, I'm even more terrified of the thought that I might end up loving it too...

"Now go wash up," Fred says, tucking himself back in. "Wear your clothes over the outfit. Here's some cash to get yourself some lunch before your dad comes back."

Obliviously, I nod and unsteadily stand up. I walk towards the bathroom he points towards and only when the door is shut behind me do I realize that I have no clue where my clothes are. They seem to have vanished into thin air when the magical costume change happened, so what the hell am I actually supposed to wear? Just then, my clothes appear on a rack in the middle of the room in a blink, leaving me even more perplexed than I ever thought possible.

I'm so tired of this bullshit...

I quickly wash off as much cum and lube as I can see and feel from my skin, using only the sink instead of hopping into the shower since I'm wary of any hidden cameras that creep might've installed in here. I remove the fox ears, heels and butt plug, cleaning it in the sink before putting them in a tote bag that manifested together with my clothes. I quickly cover up, the thought of wearing such a slutty costume underneath making my pussy throb with desire once again.

I look at my reflection in the mirror and stare at the necklace for some time. It's way too stunning and high-class to have been acquired by someone like Freddie, so how the hell did he get it? Also, why does a strange warmth radiate from it? It feels like it's what's causing me to be a dumb, lustful bitch, but that requires some supernatural element to it and that's just too hard for me to believe.

Maybe he has put me under hypnosis or something, is why I'm acting so weirdly obedient. Yes! That has to be it! And if I can remove this necklace, I'll be free!

Scratching, tugging, hitting and swearing at the annoying-ass gold necklace for five minutes straight does absolutely nothing except make me exhausted and pissed as hell. Whatever trick he uses to keep it locked up tight is crazy effective, I'll give him that.

I finally accept defeat, looking at my reflection one last time before I head out. Fred waves and winks at me with a goofy grin on his face, making me blush in embarrassment and stomp furiously towards the exit. I open it to see the bodyguard waiting outside, still watching the cameras intently until I walk in. He turns to face me and gives me that unnerving stare again. I try not to pay any attention to him though and head towards the opposite door but he stands and intentionally steps in front of me, blocking my path.

"Well, isn't it the sexy bitch," he says, licking his nasty, cracked lips. "I wonder what slutty outfit you're wearing underneath that dress..."

"Fuck off!" I hiss at him, which regrettably becomes a giant mistake.

His already uncomfortable behavior rapidly morphs into a dangerous one, his ugly smile changing into a menacing scowl. He steps towards me, forcing me to back away until I feel the hard wall against my back. I'm helpless as he traps me in the corner with his large, intimidating form, looking ready to punch me into a coma just for cussing at him.

"Your daddy isn't here with you, and Mr. Harrison will be too busy ogling at your pics to help you," he says in a low voice, his stifling, foul breath making me teary-eyed. "Now take that dress off, turn around and let me fuck you before I get really mad."

A thousand ideas zip through my mind as I try to find a way to escape. I could kick him in the balls, but he's too tall even for me to effectively cause him damage. Maybe I could sink a fingernail into an eye...? But I don't know if he has had any formal training to handle real threats, let alone some untrained woman like me. Should I scream...? Will anyone hear me? And how do I even know anyone in the store isn't on Fred's side and will actually help me though?

He moves in even closer, making my mind go blank with fear as I await him to violently rape me as he wishes.

Without warning, he's yanked back away from me, causing him to let out a surprise yelp. He's thrown to the floor and immediately begins receiving the beatdown of a lifetime, a few good punches landing on his face before he recovers enough to protect his head with his arms and he starts to scream for help. Well, so much for being a security guard...

Moments later, people from both doors rush in as they hear the commotion, pulling the bodyguard's assailant away to break up the fight. Only then am I somewhat shaken out of my stupor and I finally take a good look at my savior.

My stepdad.

My stepfather... is the one who came to my rescue? That fact is almost impossible for me to believe. And yet I can't deny the truth that's standing before me, fury etched into his face as he yells at the wailing bodyguard.

"If you try to touch her again, I'll break every fucking bone in your body!" he bellows, the three men holding him back actually looking like they're trying to contain a bloodthirsty lion.

He finally he turns to look at me, and for the first time in a very long time his eyes soften when he sees me. Forgetting about his bawling victim, he pulls free from the other men's grasps and jogs towards me.

"Are you okay?" he asks me, worry surprisingly showing on his face.

All I can do is stare at him. I do try to answer him but my voice gets stuck in my throat instead. He places his hands on my arms, and only when I feel their warm steadiness do I realize that I'm shaking uncontrollably.

"It's okay. You're okay," he reassures me, pulling me close until we're chest-to-chest, wrapping his arms around my quaking body.

I shut my eyes and try to take in deep breaths. I bury my face in his neck and breathe in deeply, his woody scent filling my lungs, clutching his body tightly as I try to still my hammering heart, letting his words soothe me until I somewhat feel like myself again. We part a little and he places a gentle hand on the side of my face, his thumb caressing my cheek as he looks at me with concern but also... something else I don't understand yet.

"Sasha..." he whispers, his emotions warring on his face.

"Jason, man. I'm so sorry..." I hear Fred say, interrupting us.

"Just get rid of him. And don't hire another asshole like him again," my stepfather says sharply, his anger now aimed towards his friend. But when he talks to me again the sharpness is replaced with softness instead. "Let's go, Sasha."

He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me out of the security office, the tailor store and then ultimately the mall. I take a quick look at him, more confused than I'd ever been by his behavior. Why is he being so nice to me now? He uses me like a bangmaid every day, taking every chance he can to punish and degrade me, and even lets his friends use me too, but when someone else tries to do the same then it's a major problem? It just... doesn't make sense. He hates me, I know that. He's hated me ever since we met a decade ago.

So then why did he save me...?

We reach the car and he makes sure that I'm buckled in the passenger seat properly before he goes to the driver's seat and drives off. The adrenaline of my predicament finally fades away, leaving me feeling so weak that I don't bother to fight my drowsiness off as I shut my eyes, feeling safe enough to do so around him for the first time in ages. Only one thought rings in my head before sleep truly takes me whole.

Maybe he does care about me, even just a little bit...