Becoming Her Stepdads Slave Pt 02

Sorry about the delay! This is part two of a series, so go back and find the first if you want to know exactly what is going on. This story has tones of coercion and multiple men with one woman. It's purpose is strictly for fantasy, don't be that dumbass that doesn't play well with others and thinks it's OK to do anything like this in real life without prior

explicit

consent.

Enjoy!

Lena sat for a second, staring at her stepfather. In her sex and drug-induced stupor, she was not completely sure what he had just said. He wouldn't seriously expect her to present herself to her stepbrother after she had just been fucked by her stepfather, would he?

Kyle grabbed her face and forced her head up until her eyes met his. "What did I just say?" he asked.

"You want me to go to Jackson's room now?" She asked, as if this was the first time she had thought about it.

"Yes. Go now," he said simply.

Lena stood up slowly as if in a dream and began to look around for her clothes.

"You won't be needing those," Kyle said simply. "Now hurry up, run along." He gave her a pat on the ass and pushed her away from him.

In a daze, Lena turned around and walked out of the living room. She shuffled down the hallway and stopped in front of Jackson's door. She still couldn't believe what was happening. Her legs had moved almost like she wasn't in control of them. She didn't know if she could bring herself to knock on his door though.

Before she could muster up the nerve, the door opened and Kyle's large frame stood looming above her. "There's the slut," he said, his face neutral.

That snapped Lena back into reality. She stuttered, "N-no, no I swear I'm not a slut. I don't know what just happened. I couldn't help myself. I feel so weird right now."

Jackson looked down at her, a softer expression crossing his face. "Don't worry little

sis

. I know you were never a slut before this. That's one of the things that made us want you. That's just what we need you to be now. And honestly, it wasn't that hard to bring that out in you," he explained as if that were an obvious fact.

Lena's face overheated.

"You do realize now I gave you something to help you feel this way, right?" Kyle asked, his hands moving to her hips to gently pull her into the room. The door closed behind her, but she barely noticed as she processed what he was saying.

"You drugged me?" she asked finally, trying to cope with reality.

"Of course. You couldn't tell there was ecstasy in your drink? And that's why you needed to rub and feel everything?" Kyle was now rubbing her arms that were hanging limply at her sides while she tried to further understand the words he was saying. "It's OK though," he continued. "It's a fun drug, don't you like the way it felt?"

Lena thought about it. She had honestly never felt so amazing in her life. She didn't know how to say it out loud, but she was grateful it had pushed her past her own inhibitions and allowed her to experience an orgasm like she'd never had before. Like she'd only dreamed. Like she'd fantasized having with both of the men in this house.

She couldn't deny it. She had dreamt about going from their house slave to being these men's sex slave on more than one occasion. She just thought it was wrong. She didn't know if they would even want her.

She came out of her thoughts to see that Jackson had led her to the far wall of his room. It had a tall, wooden contraption attached to the wall. It was in the shape of an X.

He had already spun her around while she was lost in thought and was now pushing her back against it, lifting one arm at a time to quietly but deftly attach her wrists just above and to the side of her head. Once they were attached, he slowly drug his hands down her face to her neck and stopping to rest beside her full breast. He palmed the swell of her perky tit from the side, stretching his thumb out to rotate around her piqued nipple. She groaned and closed her eyes, leaning her head back before she realized she was even making any noise.

Jackson smiled and pushed his body into hers, bending down and putting his nose against her hair, inhaling deeply, "I've wanted to own you since I laid eyes on you. Dad made me wait. I won't wait any more."

He pushed his knee between her legs, easily spreading them apart. He bent down and attached each one to the bottom appendages of the giant X.

Lena was trussed up, arms and legs spread and secured. She was unable to move much at all. It hardly dawned on her how easily she had let him manipulate her position. She was completely vulnerable to any whim he may have now. She let out a low whimper, suddenly afraid of her defenseless position.

Jackson chuckled and said knowingly, "Sweet slut, don't worry. All the things I want to do to you, you will learn to love. In fact, good girls end up begging for more."

He leaned forward, still on his knees after securing her legs. He kissed, bit and licked the sensitive skin around her needy pussy. She shuddered, the sensation tickling her and driving her mad at the same time. She bucked, but that only succeeded in getting more contact between his wet mouth and her sensitive skin.

Jackson stood up abruptly. His tone and demeanor turned dark, "Since you have cum in this used cunt of yours, I don't want to taste you. In fact it makes me want to punish you." Jackson looked furious.

She was immediately embarrassed. She didn't mean to have his dad's cum in her! She murmured as she looked down, "I'm so sorry Jackson, I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to." She absentmindedly tried to cross her legs, but they were still secured to the cross. More than anything she wanted to deny having sperm deep in her at all, not acknowledging that he was the one who had set her up to be fucked by his dad in the first place.

"I guess you have to make it up to me whore. You are our slut but I wanted you first," Jackson turned around and pulled open the drawer in the armoire next to him. Her eyes got wide when she saw the array of sex toys, floggers and whips. He pulled out a gadget she didn't recognize. He turned to her and began attaching it directly over her aching pussy. After he secured it to her thighs, he looked at her with a menacing look.

"This will help clean everything out of you," he explained. With that, he turned the gadget on.

Immediately, what felt almost like a tongue came out and rolled across her pussy lips, vibrating when it hit her clit. She shuddered deep within, the sensation milking her of her soul and the load his dad had left in her. She squirmed and twisted, part of her trying to run from the feeling and the other attempting to get more contact with the device. She felt her pussy walls contract and pulse. She sensed the cum that had been in her being worked out from deep within her, gravity and contractions milking every drop down. She knew she must be making a mess.

Jackson put his hands back on her breasts, squeezing and pawing at them, increasing the sensation of nirvana she couldn't ignore. Within minutes of the relentless attack, Lena shot her head up, her expression desperate. "I'm going to cum, what do I do?" she begged Jackson with her eyes to take control and tell her what she should feel.

He smiled wickedly. "Feels good, right? Get all of that cock juice out, I'm going to fill you up with mine." He said as he grabbed her by the neck, forcing her face to stay put and look at him during her orgasm.

She came.

The soaring height she reached while Jackson stood above her, his domineering expression exquisitely tipping her over was new for her. She never felt this way. The only comparison was.... Well, twenty minutes ago in the living room.

Little mewing sounds were escaping her mouth after the orgasm began to subside. Lena couldn't help herself. But she was still tied to the cross so her head merely fell forward, her long dark hair stringy from sweat and plastering to her face.

Jackson leaned over and removed the gadget. She had no time to react when almost immediately, he thrust his huge hard cock into her dripping cunt. She gasped as she was pressed hard against the wooden cross. She hadn't even seen him remove his pants. He was so deliciously huge, her pussy was again stretching to accommodate a foreign intrusion she knew she wanted all along.

His hand snaked up behind her to grab the hair at the base of her head. He yanked it back up, wanting to watch her expression as she took his full cock into her impossibly tight hole for the first time. Her eyes were rolled almost out of sight, tears puddled along her bottom lid and threatened to spill over. Her mouth was spread wide as if in shock, but he knew it was from the sensation of being full. Her throat worked as she tried to say something, but no sound came out. He began to thrust, at first slowly, giving her pussy time to open more for his hard cock. But the more he felt the ripple of her inner walls, he couldn't stop himself. He had waited so long. His rhythm picked up mercilessly, slamming harder and harder into her greedy cunt. It suctioned onto him like she was starving for his dick.

She couldn't believe she had let herself get into such an impossible situation. She had no control over her bound body. She couldn't push him off of her if she tried. She wasn't even sure she could if her hands were completely free. With each thrust into her, she felt the straps on her legs dig into her ankles and lift her feet slightly off the floor.

Jackson moved his hands between them, finding her clit. He dipped low and swabbed her juices onto his fingers and back up to torture her pleasure button. Back and forth, he furiously rubbed at her clit as his relentless dick continued to beat the walls of her pussy. She was building again. Something about the loss of control of her own body heightened her approaching climax. She knew she was going to come again.

Was this her life now? Two men and multiple orgasm?

She felt the tingle of climax and then it slammed into her like a runaway boat to a beach. It hit her. She screamed aloud, tilting her pelvis up almost painfully since she couldn't move her legs. She heard Jackson groan and felt his cock swell and pulse, ready for his own orgasm. Without any warning, he slapped her face and grabbed her throat, cutting off her airway. Her head was forced up, her eyes to the ceiling. With a roar, he emptied his hot sticky seed into her womb, all the while choking her.

Was this how she goes?

The thought crossed her mind as her body fought desperately for air. But he wasn't letting go. Again and again, he thrust into her, spewing every drop into her abused pussy. Her vision began to go fuzzy around the edges when he finally let her throat go.

She gasped, straining to breathe in as much air as possible. She was panting, sweat dripping down her body. Her head hung while strands of her hair stuck to her face.

Jackson began talking at her in a low voice, "You are the sweetest little sister I could ever ask for." He lovingly rubbed her shoulders, lifting her chin up with his hands. His intense energy just moments before was now soft and gentle. He inspected her neck, checking for any bruises. Her head tilted to the side as he cupped her cheek.

He quietly whispered to her, "That's a good start. Do you want me to untie you now my sweet?"

Her head was spinning from his about-face. One second he was choking her and fucking her painfully, and the next minute he was soothing and calming her. The switch in him sent shivers down to her toes. She liked this side. She liked both sides, but now that she was on this end, she was enjoying the aftercare.

Jackson bent down to untie her feet. She gathered her strength and drew her legs together standing taller. He moved to her hands and untied those. As her weight was shifted from the wall, gravity seemed too much and she slumped forward, Jackson capturing her in his arms she rested her head against his chest. Her breath slowly returned back to normal.

Surprisingly, he scooped her up in his arms. She giggled a little, her head swimming with emotions and shock over the night's activities. He walked her over to the door. She was still in his arms as he pulled it open. Carefully he walked her down the hallway to her room. He gently laid her down onto her bed and said, "Enjoy your sleep pet, we will see you in the morning."

Lena tried to look up at Jackson, but her eyes were heavy from sexual exhaustion. She fell into a deep sleep.

~

The next morning Lena opened her eyes, slowly stretching each limb one by one, evaluating her body. She was sore. Everywhere. But this time, she remembered everything that happened the night before. She layed there, the memories swirling around in her head until they began to make her anxiety amp up. What did it all mean? Did it really happen the way she recalled it? Why did it feel so

good

? The thoughts kept racing in her head until she heard a knock on her door.

Kyle's voice rang through, "It's time to get up Lena. Jackson and I would like some breakfast."

She looked at the clock. It was just past 8:00 in the morning. She had meant to get up at 7:00 to get a start on the day. She slowly sat up her head still slightly spinning. She swung her legs over the bed and stood, stretching more.

She had grabbed some of her mom's clothes the day before and stuffed them in her empty dresser. She began pawing through them hoping to find something comfortable to wear. Who was she kidding? She smiled when she realized they didn't seem so bad anymore, considering what she had done with her stepdad and stepbrother last night. She found another pair of silk shorts and a loose tank top that barely covered her tits. She threw them on and walked out of her room and down the hallway to the kitchen.

The guys were already sitting at the table, Jackson on his phone and Kyle looking at the newspaper. Neither one of them looked at her when she entered the room. She bowed her head down embarrassed. She was upset that she couldn't see their expressions so she could try to guess what they were thinking. Were they disappointed in her?

She began to walk past the dining room table when Kyle reached out and snagged her wrist. He pulled her close to him giving her a firm hug.

"Good morning baby doll, I hope you rested well last night," His hands went up to her shoulders and played with the spaghetti straps of her tank top before he nonchalantly pulled them completely down, her chest popping out of her shirt. She stood up straighter and tried to put her arms around her massive chest but Kyle shooed them away.

"No need to be shy baby, I think we would be past that wouldn't we?" He asked her, looking her intently in the eyes.

"I-I can't just walk around without a shirt on," she said quietly lifting the straps back up and turning away from Kyle to walk over to the stove. Jackson reached out this time just barely snagging the straps again and pulling them down.

"Sis, we don't mind at all," he said as he palmed a handful of her chest.

Kyle got up and rounded to her other side pulling her shirt completely down to her waist. He took his left hand and palmed her other breast, bringing it up and squeezing it gently. She was unable to keep up with their hands as they molested her and worked her shirt off of her.

"We don't mind at all baby doll. In fact, let's take off your bottoms too darling. There's no need for you to have clothes on at this minute," her Stepdad's voice was calm and soothing as he worked her over.

The two men quickly worked their roving hands over her body down to her shorts and peeled them off, holding her arms in place when she tried to pull them back up.

She stared at the two men. His expression got hard and dark as he said, "Bend over and pick up your clothes baby, daddy wants them." She tried to squat down but Jackson held her hips in place and pushed on her back, making her fold over. Kyle took advantage and placed both of his hands under her hanging chest as the weight of them shifted to the floor. Jackson rubbed her ass and palmed her cheeks. Both men's hands were all over her as she stood back up with no clothes on. Kyle slapped her ass and pushed her towards the stove, but not before he grabbed her shirt and shorts. He handed them to his son, and Jackson walked over to the trash can and threw them away.

Lena giggled nervously and said, "I'm seriously running out of clothes, you can't throw those away."

Kyle turned his head slowly towards Lena, a warning look in his eyes. "I can do whatever I want. I paid for these clothes. Don't worry, we'll get you some new ones. Eventually. Now make us some food, we're starving baby girl."

Lena acquiesced and began to make their breakfast. While she was gathering ingredients out of the fridge, Kyle again began to talk at her, "Honey, I need you to prepare a little bit more food for tonight than usual. We're having friends over for poker night and I want to have plenty to offer."

Lena looked over at Kyle, startled by how he phrased that. "OK," she said nervously. "How many people will be here?"

"Including Jackson and I, there will be six of us total. Plus you of course, our main attraction. Since you are being such a good girl and working your rent off, I figured you could be our Hostess. You know, serving the food and being useful however I need you." His eyes were dark as he waited for Lena's reaction. She kept her head down busying herself with the task at hand.

After a pause, she replied, "OK. I can do that." She kept cooking.

"You're such a good girl. I only work for a few hours today but when I come home, I want this place sparkling. I'll bring something home for you to wear, so don't worry about clothes today," his voice was cold and detached, leaving no room for argument.

"You want me to cook and clean with nothing on?" she confirmed.

"Yes. Is that going to be a problem?" he looked at her expectantly.

A shiver ran the entire length of her body as she replied, "No, Sir."

The guys left the house and Lena got to work. She thought about finding a robe to work in, but she knew that he would somehow know that she hadn't listened to his instructions. She didn't want to disappoint him.

The afternoon passed and before she knew it, Lena heard Kyle's truck pulling into the garage. He walked into the kitchen where she was finalizing the snack trays she had put together for the poker game. He set the bag in his hand down on to the dining room table.

"Come here," he said simply.

Lena obeyed and quickly walked over to Kyle, though she was not sure what she was getting into. He pulled her naked body into a hug, running his hands up and down her body as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. His roving hands were getting more and more adventurous with each round. He grabbed handfuls of her chest, pulled and squeezed at her ass cheeks and rubbed down to her sensitive clit and gave it a couple flicks.

He had been home all of 5 minutes and she was on fire already from his ministrations to her exposed body. It was so strange to be afraid that he was going to touch her, but then loving every second when he did. She was getting used to the feeling.

"I brought something home for you to wear tonight. I want you to serve us wearing this," He gestured towards the bag and looked at her expectantly. She slowly opened it and peeked Inside, her face scrunching up. She began to pull out the contents of the bag one by one.

Everything was pink. And nothing would cover her. She pulled out a pink push-up bra that was easily two sizes too small for herself. There were pink ribbons, a pink rhinestone studded G string, a pink and white checkered wrap-around miniskirt, and pink 8 inch hooker heels. To top it off, there was a pink collar with "baby girl" written across it in diamond studs.