Owning Amaryllis

"Mom, I'm home." Carter didn't know what to expect when he got home. Since morning, he had gotten alert after alert from the camera app he installed with his new camera setup. He had accidentally set it up on sentry-mode and left it in the main room; it sent him an alert as well as an image capture--linked to a video--of what had set off the alarm each time. At first it was innocent clips: his stepmother, still waking up as she shuffled to the kitchen for some breakfast and coffee; her walking back and forth from the kitchen to the home office; her cleaning the house. He briefly thought of turning it off but he somewhat enjoyed the voyeurism of watching Ame going about her day. He thought she looked like some cute dainty fairy flitting through the room.

He had a fondness for his stepmother. He found her attractive, yes, but it never progressed further than an appreciation of her dark eyes and silky black hair or her long legs and tiny waist. In typical Asian fashion, she looked at least a decade younger than her 35 years, closer to his 19 than her actual age. And she retained a sweetness and innocence in her behaviour that seemed to charm most everyone she met.

It even worked on her grumpy boss when she interviewed and asked him for a part-time work-from-home job when the advertisement was for full-time at the office. He didn't know how she did it and she just shrugged and smiled cluelessly when he asked her what she said.

However, just shortly before he was to head home, he checked the alerts again, expecting to see just another cute capture of Ame cleaning so he was utterly shocked to open the most recent images from the afternoon. The first clip was of his stepmom, her arms behind her back and tits out being led into the room by a man. He recognized the postal service uniform but Carter didn't recognize him as the older man who used to deliver their mail. She looked afraid and even smaller than she usually looked as the man forced her to bend over the couch in the next image.

Immediately he threw the phone into the passenger seat of his car and rushed the 20 minutes home from the university, barely registering that he had passed the mail truck in his rush to turn into his street. He felt anger for her and he didn't know what to expect when he walked into the house. Would she be broken? Would she still be bent over the couch? He hadn't dared look at the videos or the later images for fear of running off the road in blind rage.

'Mom, I'm home." Hesitantly, he opened the door and called out to her.

"Oh Carter, how was your day?" Amaryllis sounded like her usual self, Carter was surprised. He followed the sound of her voice to the main room and saw her fluffing out the curtains. "It was a bit stuffy so I thought I'd air out the room a bit." She said in way of explanation.

"Oh, sure. How... how was your day?" He asked, looking closely at her face. He thought it looked a little puffy around her eyes and he noticed she walked with more careful steps as if pain radiated down her legs. "Are you okay? You're walking funny."

"Oh, I--" Amaryllis bit back her tears as she looked up at the concern her stepson was showing her and gave him as bright a smile as she could manage. "It's nothing. I just pulled a muscle doing yoga after lunch. I must be getting old." She forced a laugh and turned away from him to finish with the curtains. She didn't want him to know what happened to her, how she had been defiled by the mail man just minutes before he came home. Even though he was grown now, she still wanted to protect him from the evils of the world.

He was surprised she didn't say anything about what had happened. Although he could see she was in pain and that her face was slightly puffy from crying she pretended that nothing was wrong.

"Do you need uh-- help, with dinner?" He asked her as he stood awkwardly watching her; he felt like he shouldn't leave her alone right now. However, she smiled and shook her head. She walked over to him, slower than usual, and started urging him to the stairs.

"It's okay Carter, you need to focus on your studies. I'll call you when dinner's ready." She smiled up at him and parted his back with both hands, trying to push him forward. Reluctantly, he nodded and let her lead him to the stairs.

In his room, he sat on his bed to load up the app on his phone and looked through the image captures first. His anger grew as he watched the fear and pain on her face grow. He started the first video and put on his headphones. He could barely make out the conversation floating in from the front door.

"...let me go..."

"... you...do what I want..."

"Wait, no, stop!"

"...thinking about my cock."

"...that hurts!"

The conversation drifted in and out before he saw the man lead his stepmom to the couch with her breasts exposed and bent her over the back of the couch. The second clip automatically loaded and he saw him pull down her pants and then disappear as he knelt behind her. He could easily imagine what he was doing to his stepmom then. He watched as her protests turned into moans under the man's stimulation. The conversation revealed that this wasn't the first time he had forced himself on the little woman.

He was shocked and angry for her but was also unable to tear his eyes away nor stop the videos as the next one loaded to show the man standing behind Amaryllis. He watched as the mailman thrust his hips forward, impaling his stepmom on his cock and the cries she let out at being violated. He couldn't help it when his cock started to get hard and tent his pants; he was getting turned on by his stepmom's moans and the filthy things the mailman said to her.

He felt disgusted with himself even as he got more and more turned on by this degrading treatment of his stepmom--the woman who was now sweetly preparing dinner for the both of them. He reached into his pants to pull out his cock, stroking it as he watched the man ram into Ame over and over. He could tell she didn't enjoy it but her body took over all the same as she came. Her sweet voice screaming her climax nearly sent him over the edge.

He groaned and fisted himself faster as the man came in his stepmom, and then pulled her to the floor by her hair. He couldn't see her for a moment but he heard the command and he saw his sweet stepmother's head bobbing up and down as he imagined her little tongue cleaning up the lewd evidence of the rape on his cock.

"Fuuuucccckkk," he groaned loudly as he came in his hand as he watched his ruined stepmom stand up on wobbly legs and try to clean herself up. Spent, it took him a moment to ride down from his high, unable to remember the last time he came so hard. Was there something wrong with him that he'd be so turned on by what he saw? A part of him definitely felt disgusted by his reaction but another part of him kept replaying the scene in his head, how perfect Ame's breasts were, and how perfect he imagined her pussy would be. And how sexy she would be on her knees in front of him, submitting to him.

He cleaned himself up and got changed before he headed downstairs to his camera. He planned to keep it on sentry mode, to see if there would be more tomorrow, but changed its position so it was in the opposite corner; he tucked it behind a small table, out of the way but made sure the entryway and the area around the couch were visible in the viewfinder.

"Dinner's ready. Oh! Are you filming?" Amaryllis peeked out around the doorway to the kitchen but as soon as she saw the camera, she struck a few poses in front of him. Carter smiled and admired her body with new appreciation.

"Not yet, just messing with the settings." He checked the camera again on his phone, and made sure it was plugged in before following her back into the kitchen. His eyes roamed over her backside, enjoying the view. He had to stop himself imagining sliding his hands up her long silky legs, or how soft and perfectly fit her round bouncy ass would be in his hands. Her typical oversized top obscured the view of her waist and her chest but he knew from the video that they, too, would fit just right in his hands. He felt an unfamiliar sense of annoyance that she always kept her body covered up with oversized tops.

As he sat down for dinner across the table from him, he wasn't sure that he'd ever be able to look at his stepmother the same way. Images of her naked breasts and the curve of her ass as she was being fucked flashed in his mind, and the echo of her moans and her screams as she came rang in his ears. It was difficult to reconcile the two images of her that he had; especially as they sat there together discussing benign topics such as his schooling and athletics practice. He could fully understand now how his friends drooled over Ame when they came over and he felt a flash of jealousy that they had probably imagined her bent over the couch like that in their own fantasies long before he had.

After dinner, he sat at the table for a moment, willing his cock to calm down. He admired her backside as she started washing the dishes and before he could stop himself, he had stood up, walked over and wrapped his arms around her, hyper aware of the soft pillowy cushion of her breasts resting on his arms. Standing at 6'4", she was more than a foot shorter than him so he had to stoop down quite a bit to hug her tiny frame properly. He gave her a kiss on the top of her head and rested his chin there for a moment.

"Thanks for dinner, Ame." He gave her a small squeeze as she laughed, surprised by his sudden display of affection. It had been years since he had shown affection like this, declaring one day that he was 'too old for mom's kisses' anymore so this act was much welcomed, especially after her ordeal today.

"You're always welcome, Carter. Love you." She smiled and tilted her head up to look at him before she went back to cleaning the dishes as he released her to go upstairs to study. Upstairs, however, he downloaded the videos onto his computer and merged them into one with his editing software. He left it to render as he took a shower.

As he soaped himself up, he easily imagined his stepmom kneeling, with her dark eyes looking up at him and her tongue working up and down his length; he imagined her lips wrapping around his cock, and the feel of her as she took him down her throat. He closed his eyes and imagined his hand was her mouth as he fisted his hardening cock, imagining how she would try so hard to please him. He groaned, as his imagination carried him further in his depraved fantasies of his stepmom. He wanted to pick up her little body and fold her in half with her legs dangling over his arms and her knees pressed up to her chest as he impaled her tight little pussy on his cock.

His thoughts ran wild with how he wanted to take her and dominate her and make her his. He had no idea such an aggressive streak ran through him, but the thought of owning Amaryllis made him painfully rock hard. His hand wrapped around his cock stroked and tugged faster as he steadied himself against the wall with the other.

"Uggggh yes, Ame. Cum on my cock. Tell me who owns you." He groaned, eyes shut as he imagined her in all sorts of positions. He moaned as he edged closer, imagining her kneeling in front of him; bent over the couch as he fucked her from behind; on the bed with her legs spread, offering herself to him. A shudder ran though him as he finally climaxed with the thought of her walking around in a collar and nipple clamps and tags that stated his ownership of her.

"Fuuuckkkk yess, you're mine," he moaned, repressing the loud roar he wanted to scream as he came. Cum splattered onto the shower wall and washed down with the water and he had to steady himself as he came hard for the second time that evening.

As soon as he calmed down and was able to think clearly he felt guilty and conflicted that he was having such perverted thoughts about the sweet woman downstairs. At the same time, he couldn't help but desire her in that way, and that she would be the perfect woman for him to own. He shook his head and shivered as the last of his cum drained from his cock and into the tub before he stepped out of the shower to get ready for bed.

*******

The next morning progressed as it had the previous one and by the time the afternoon rolled around, Amaryllis was waiting nervously on the couch for the doorbell to ring as it had the last two days. She gripped her cellphone tightly in her hands, ready to call the police if the mailman wouldn't leave her property right away.

With a little more than an hour before Carter was due to come home, the doorbell announced the arrival of her tormentor. With her cellphone in hand, she opened the door to the mailman, who was grinning and already imagining how he'd use her today.

"Please leave. I'm going to call the police if you don't go right now." She showed him her phone with 911 already dialed in, hoping that would be enough to show him she was serious. But he laughed and pulled out his own phone, tapping on it for a moment.

"Oh, sure. I could leave now but you wouldn't want me to send these to your husband and son, would you? Maybe I'll print them out and plaster them around town." He turned his phone around to show her photos of her ass with his cock in her pussy from different angles, her breasts exposed and some of her on her knees cleaning his cock. She had no idea how or when he took the photos of her yesterday but it had the intended affect he was going for.

"Oh no, no, no, no. How-- you can't. You can't show anyone, please." Her hand with her phone dropped down, her threat now empty as she stepped back from the door, fear again gripping her heart. He followed her in like before and shut the door behind him.

"Oh I won't. If you'll be a good girl and do what I tell you to do." He took her phone from her hand and tossed it to the couch as he led her into the main room again. He sat down and pulled her into his lap. "Now, since we're going to be an obedient little slut, how about we start off with a kiss."

He leaned in, a hand on the back of her head pulling her towards him. She felt repulsed but knew she had no choice; she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his, reluctantly parting them as he probed at her mouth with his tongue. Her tongue met his and she shuddered internally as he first thrust his tongue into her mouth like he wanted to fuck it and then he tried to bite and suck on her tongue when she kissed back. She felt disgusted by the whole act but, for her family, she forced herself to keep going and even pretend she liked it.

His hands continued to roam as they kissed and she gasped when she felt his rough hands slide under her shirt to grab her breasts through her bra, squeezing them and pinching her nipples between his fingers. He was gentler this time and it made her moan as it wasn't entirely unpleasant in comparison to last time. Her nipples started to grow stiff which didn't go unnoticed by her molester.

"Oh, getting excited now are we? Is the little fucktoy starting to crave my cock?" She flushed a deep pink, embarrassed by her arousal. Was she actually getting aroused by her rapist? Was her body actually responding and thirsting for his cock? She refused to believe it, though she also couldn't stop the moan that slipped past her lips as he continued playing with her nipples. "Let's see how much you missed this cock then."

"No, no, please don't." She gasped, her small hand wrapping around his wrist as it slid down her body, fingers dipping under the waistband of her shorts. She didn't want his touch there, didn't want a repeat of yesterday--she was still so sore. He looked up at her, eyebrow raised.

"I guess you'll be wanting those photos of you spread around town then?" He threatened and she shook her head, reluctantly releasing his wrist for him to slide his hand further down, fingers probing at her bare slit. "I love that you keep yourself shaved bare for me, baby."

"And you're so wet already. You've missed me, huh." He purred in her ear, finger circling her clit, eliciting another moan from her even as she shook her head in denial. Her pussy was wet and getting even more under his handling; her hips had started to grind against his hand. "Why don't you get off my lap and strip so I can get a good look at my toy."

He nipped at her ear as he made the suggestion, pushing her off his lap to emphasize that it wasn't a choice. She barely had time to catch herself from falling on her ass and stood up, slightly wobbly from the attention. Embarrassed, she started tugging up her t-shirt, exposing her flat stomach and narrow waist.

"Move your hips and dance a little, slut, give a good show," he barked out at her. Her face flushed a deeper pink as she gyrated her hips, dancing to some invisible tune; her movements were awkward and she felt deeply ashamed and self-conscious as she put herself on display for the man in front of her. Piece by piece she removed her clothing as she swayed and spun in front of him. Exposing her breasts first, then sliding her pants and panties down her legs for his lewd gaze.

"Gorgeous. Give me a little spin, toy, and stick your tits and ass out. Yesss, like that. Now face your back to me, bend over and spread your legs. I want a good look at that wet little cunt." She sunk lower into her shame as she followed each of his instructions to put herself on display. Tears welled up in her eyes as she finally bent over, hands on the floor, with her legs spread, giving him an unobstructed view of her most private parts.

"Spread your sweet little pussy lips and let me have a good look." His words aimed to degrade and humiliate her were working as, with shaking hands, she forced herself to spread her most intimate parts for show. Tears dripped onto the floor in front of her as she cried.

"Don't cry baby, Daddy's gonna take care of your slutty whore cunt soon." He groaned and squeezed his cock through his uniform pants as he admired the obedient girl in front of him. "But first, touch yourself for me. Show me how you like to make yourself cum. You're making me so hard, baby."

He was breaking her down, making her debase herself in front of him. Her fingers reached up to circled her clit, and rub her outer lips; her eyes closed as she tried to imagine herself anywhere but here. She could feel her slit getting wet, and her fingertip dipped in, teasing around the entrance before plunging in. Her other hand came to replace the finger circling her clit as she slid a second finger in next to the first. Her breath quickened and she started to moan as she got more and more aroused. The sound of him undoing his belt and pants brought her back to reality as she saw him pull his cock out and slide his pants down around his ankles. He had his phone in his other hand, and she knew he already had more photos to blackmail her with.

"Come here, pet. Don't have much time now and I want you to ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock and show me how much you missed my cock messing up your insides. Na-ah, don't walk. Get down on the floor. Crawl over, on your knees, pet." He stroked his cock as she turned and got down on her hands and knees to crawl over to him, feeling less like a woman and more like an object with his every command. She crawled onto the couch and straddled his lap, positioning the glistening head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He groaned as the slick folds of her pussy wrapped around his cock head. His hands drifted to her hips and started to push her down, forcing her to impale herself on his cock.

He took her hands and held them behind her back with one hand; he enjoyed that yesterday and how it thrust her breasts out. He wanted her breasts in his face as she rode him. His other hand remained on her hip, guiding her to ride him.