Uncontrollable Urges, Part 3
Emmanuelle and I had a rhythm that we followed over the course of the next few days. Luckily, I didn't have to keep her tied up the entire time. In fact she was calm from about 2am to 8am where she was free, able to sleep in peace, eat, shower... whatever. But at 8am, I tied her down on the couch, just like before. She resisted at first, but when I agreed to use the vibrator on her for 2 hours of constant teasing and orgasms, she was very good with it. Then she masturbated until 2pm or so and the cycle started all over again.
When Beck called at night, every night, Emmanuelle sucked on my cock to keep her quiet. That should have been the hardest part of all. But... we both quickly developed a fondness for it. And she giggled when she knew the time was coming.
I have to admit as well, that there were a few times, moments of deep personal weakness, where all the sexual tension got to me and I... I... I fucked my step-daughter. I didn't force it on her, of course. I didn't have to. She definitely asked for it all the time. It's just... it was hard to resist.
I didn't see her as a maniacal sexual predator. I saw her as my baby girl with issues part of the time. During the 12 hours every day where she was lucid and calm, she was as fun-loving and amiable as ever. It was only in the clutches of the medicine where there were issues.
And we were working through them.
Dr. Terrel called on Friday afternoon to tell me that the new medication was approved and that it would be in the pharmacy on Monday. There was a light at the end of the tunnel. I had very high hopes that the new medication would work better.
My biggest concern now was with Beck. She was coming home... today... in an hour.
She was coming home to Emmanuelle's condition that I had so far not really spelled out for her. She knew what the doctor had said about the possible side-effects and I had told her that the side-effects were a bit unbearable. But not once did I elaborate on what was going on between Emmanuelle and I.
How could I? How could I tell her that Emmanuelle spent a great part of each day as a raving sexual maniac? How could I tell her that I'd been forced to fuck my step-daughter... and not just once?
And to top it all off, she was going to come home just as an episode was going to start.
*****
I gave Emmanuelle her 4pm dose of medicine and let her shower and dress. As it grew closer to 8pm, I tied Emmanuelle's hands and feet just as we'd done time and time again. Emmanuelle was starting to get agitated and started using the vibrator on herself just as Beck came in the front door.
You can imagine how she took it.
She came in the door seeing her own daughter, tied up with rope, lying on the couch. And she was pissed as hell. I tried to explain why I'd done it, but she wouldn't listen to a word. She was yelling, very loudly, talking about calling the police, talking about divorce... even talking about castrating me.
From her viewpoint, I was an evil, sexually deviant son-of-a-bitch who was preying on her daughter. I'd held her captive for a week for my own perverse sexual pleasure.
Of course, nothing could be further from the truth, but that's how she saw it and I couldn't convince her otherwise.
Emmanuelle was reasonably calm during this exchange and was even delighted that her mom was removing the rope bindings. She was going to be free during her episode. Beck even told her that she was going to sleep in bed with her tonight and that I was going to sleep on the couch. She told me that I was lucky she didn't tie me up.
Her last warning to me, as they ascended the stairs to the bedroom, was that I needed to be ready to move out tomorrow morning.
I took a deep breath and sighed. My world was crashing down on me. I laid down on the couch, threw a blanket over myself, and turned off the lights. I wasn't going to be able to sleep, though.
*****
It was just after 10pm when the silence in the house was broken.
"Thank you, baby," I could hear Beck say. "Thanks for the kisses, but that's enough. Go to sleep."
Having lived through that myself earlier in the week, I could imagine what was happening. Emmanuelle was entering the most difficult stage of her medication cycle. In this stage, she was extremely amourous and wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Baby, that's... that's not appropriate. Ok? No... you're not supposed to touch mommy there," Beck said more loudly, her voice easily carrying through the quiet house.
"Your tits are so soft mommy," Emmanuelle's little voice cut in.
"No, baby. No!" Beck said, denying whatever Emmanuelle was attempting to do.
I could hear some sort of scuffle and knew that Emmanuelle was getting more violent, trying to force Beck to let her do what she wanted. But it didn't sound so bad that I had to intervene... yet. On one hand, I wanted to stop Emmanuelle from doing this. I knew what was going to happen and I knew how badly it impacted me. But... on the other hand... I thought this was the only way Beck might understand what I'd been going through.
"Ok, ok," Beck said, giving in. "Go... go ahead... just... we have to go to sleep, ok?"
It got quiet for a few minutes. Whatever it was that Emmanuelle wanted to do, she was happily doing it and nobody was complaining. And, as I expected, things escalated yet again.
"No, baby... that's... that's not... not appropriate. You don't touch mommy there," Beck said again. I could hear the frustration in her voice as Emmanuelle kept doing things that Beck didn't like... but she couldn't stop her.
"Let me take these off," Emmanuelle said.
"No!"
