"Damn it, Chris," Shauna screamed. "Let me go!"
The blond-haired teen stood over Shauna's struggling form, lying flat on her back on his bed, hands securely tied above her head to his headboard and her feet tied tightly to his footboard by t-shirts and an order not to try and break out. An order she was doing all that she could to disobey. "You know I can't, Shauna," he said. "You're doing everything in your power to put yourself in an even worse predicament."
Making out with each other had only lasted so long before she'd tried moving toward the door again. Chris marveled at the control this mysterious powder had -- or apparently didn't have -- on the raven-haired beauty tied down in front of him. He could order her to do...well, pretty much whatever he could think of...and she'd do it. And yet, in a clear crisis like this, she could resist it. She could fight the hold his sister had over her. Was the powder simply too weak or was Shauna's will too strong?
He sat on the edge of the bed. "Please," he said, trying to sound as reassuring or as calm as he could. "You know what I'm saying is true."
She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as she tried to break free. "Damn you, Chris...he's...he's..."
Chris inhaled deeply. "I know what he's doing," he said grimly. "The same thing he'll do to you if you go charging in there. Do you understand?"
And then it happened. Tears began to flow from Shauna's eyes. The frustration of the past week finally took hold, and she could find no other way to let it out. She hated herself for doing so. She'd always been strong. She had to be. Enduring so much, long before any of this happened. The looks from her colleagues once she was out. The long road to acceptance by her own mother and father. She'd built a fairly thick skin to it all. But now, as she heard the cries and screams of her friend -- so close and yet an impossible distance away -- she simply could not take it anymore.
"You have to help us," she sniffed as Chris wiped away her tears. "P-promise me."
"I'll do whatever I can, Shauna," he said, his voice gentle, almost reassuring. "I promise."
* * *
It felt nothing like a dildo. It felt nothing like a dildo. It felt nothing like a dildo.
The thought repeated in Heather's mind with each thrust of George's body inside her. A mantra she could focus on instead of the horror of what was happening. The cock penetrated her so fully, so completely, yet there was a living, breathing human attached to it this time, grunting and sweating along with her. Not a formed lump of silicone or hard plastic. This was the real thing.
Her forced smile, she could not remove it, gave way to short moans and gasps as he pounded harder and harder into her, increasing his speed. His force. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head. "Nnnh...oh...ohh...oh God! Nnnh...nnnh" she sighed in a steady rhythm.
"Isn't this better, Claire?" George growled as he fucked her. "You never wanted to do it in here but look at you now! You're a proper little fucking wife, aren't you?"
Heather wondered if Shauna was dealing with a similar situation. Would her first time with a man be with Chris? He didn't seem the type, unlike the monster she was straddling right now. Even as she smiled down at him, she loathed this man, hated him for what he was taking from her. His smile as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her. She wondered if he was as bad a sadist as his daughter...or perhaps worse.
Suddenly he stiffened, and she felt it...a loud moan escaping his lips as his climax flowed inside her. She...it wasn't that she could not describe how it felt, she simply did not want to. She did not want to associate words with what was happening to her right now. It felt both orgasmic and unclean. Wonderful and terrible. At least he was slowing down, eventually holding her hips as he slid himself out from her.
"Clean it off," he whispered through forced breaths, and she was soon on her knees, taking his cock into her mouth again, tasting both herself and what remained of his orgasm. She never thought she'd think such a thought, but she prayed that Melissa would return soon from wherever it was she'd gone.
* * *
The silence seemed almost as damning as hearing Heather's cries and moans to Shauna's ears. "Is...is he done?" she wondered aloud.
Chris looked at his wall in the direction of his father's study. "For now," he said. "I wouldn't count on him being 'done' though. He's an old man, with an old man's libido. It's just going to take some time between episodes."
Shauna almost smiled at the notion, but there was nothing humorous about this situation. Her friend...no, her girlfriend...had just been...she didn't want to say the word. Or even think it. But it had clearly happened. And if Melissa didn't get back soon, it was going to happen again. She knew it.
"You seem to be awfully in control of your hormones, for a teenage male in his prime," she said, desperate to talk about anything other than the horror going on down the hall. "Most guys would totally take advantage of a situation like this." She looked down at her body, utterly and completely defenseless against anything he'd desire.
"Believe me," Chris said, "there's a part of me that wants to. You're a fucking knockout, Shauna Stevenson. The 'teenage male in my prime' as you put it, wants to totally recreate the scene my stepfather just did with your friend."
"But," he continued, "I'm not my stepfather. And you're not in control of the situation...you don't even get a vote. That's not right. It was bad enough I made you make out with me just to keep you from running out of here. I'm...sorry I did that."
"Jesus," Shauna muttered. "Are you for real?"
"I'm not a rapist, Shauna," Chris shot back. "And I don't ever want that word associated with me, okay? I could order you to spread those gorgeous legs of yours and beg me to fuck you, but I'm not going to. I...like you as much as I could like anyone else in my school, but..."
"Sheila?" Shauna finished his sentence for him.
"I can't get her out of my head," he smiled ruefully. "I thought I was...I dunno...'above' worrying about love or infatuation at this stage in my life. I had to focus on getting a full-ride scholarship because George was going to kick me out in a few months. But ever since we had that project together...and she was kind of flirting with me..."
"She flirts with everyone," Shauna said. "Fair warning."
