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Stepdad
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: February 29th, 2016

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"Young lady, there's no debate about it; you're staying home with your stepfather and that's final. I know this is your first time alone together but Robert really likes you and wants to get to know you." Your mother says to you.

I stand there, awkwardly...smile and wave softly to you when my name is mentioned.

Ugh. Okay, sure mum.

*I'd reluctantly sigh, feigning a broad smile for my mother - before turning my attention to you, nostrils flaring as an immediate look of utter contempt washes over my face - not that this could be seen by my mother who'd just turned to leave her new lover and her 20 year old daughter behind*

Really likes me...

*I'd repeat under my breath as the door shuts behind my mother*

 

What the hell could I relate to this girl with? I mean, she already clearly hates me and why not? But still, if I wanted to be with her mother, I'd have to figure out a way to interact with her daughter...even be a father to her someday. She wasn't bad looking, must be similar to what her mother looked like at that age; very hot but without the clear attitude she gives me. Oh...anyway...

"Hey..." I say to you just after the door closes and a few seconds of silence settle in the room. "So..um...what do you like to do? You wanna watch a movie or something, something from Netflix?" What the hell do you do with girls anyways, like a nearly middle age adult with a twenty year old? I mean, really, any other time we wouldn't be doing this...god she is really hot. That's not that weird, right? Forty something guys dated twenty year olds...but my wife's daughter? I shake off the thought.

 

I don't have to tell you what I like to do.

*I'd abruptly respond, my eyes narrowing to even more of a scowl*
You're not my father, or my friend.

*Swallows loudly, eventually spitting right up at your face before barging past you to the sofa in the side of the room, lying myself down on it and flicking my legs up over the arm rest, casually kicking off my shoes from my feet as I reach for the remote and turn the television on*

Fuck off and leave me alone? How about that for an activity.

 

 

God what a bitch, I think to myself...wiping the rather disgusting, sticky silva that she blasted like a shotgun blast over my face; she obviously wasn't going to make this easy but I couldn't give up.

I soon appear through the hallway in the next room, seeing you lying on the couch, flipping channels without much care for what's actually on.

"Hey, so I know this can be hard but I really do want to have a relationship with you, I'm not just pretending for your mom," I say with sincerity. "I know you don't...really like me at this moment but I wanna change that, what can I do?"

"What can I do?"

*I'd smirk to myself, the poor man clearly trying to build a mutual, respectful relationship with me - like this would ever work, I think to myself as well, my smile would broaden and quickly fade as you approach, standing just a few metres behind me*

Fuck, fine.

*I'd tut loudly, swaying my feet gently over the arm of the couch*

Take my shoes to the closet, make yourself useful then old man.

*Continues flicking idly through the channels, not budging a muscle to turn to face you, or even make the slightest of eye contact*

 

"I..." I didn't really want to do her "bitch chores," there's no way she'd ever respect me that way...maybe just this once. "...Okay," I finally managed to sputter out. It felt weird, subservient but maybe I just had to swallow my pride and play her game.

I'd cross her vision to take her shoes, tossed hastily on the floor; as I lifted them I couldn't help but cringe from a strong odor wafting from them, I saved my face until I was away from her sight but I held the shoes out in front of me, not really wanting to smell that stink any longer. I gently placed the shoes in the closet and shut the door.

I'd head back, thinking of a plan on the way; I'm so smart. "Okay, so now that I've done that, maybe you can answer one question for me, how about that? I'll do one thing for you and you answer one question for me?"

 

How about~

*Rolls my eyes, giving another loud tut as I eventually turn my gaze to look wearily up at you, legs still hanging lazily over the arm of the couch*

I answer one question for you, and then you just do everything I say?

*Averts my gaze once more, looking uniterestedly back to the television and continuing to flick through the channels*

Right, thanks.

 

I think about it...definately not what I wanted but I should have seen that coming. How bad could it be, a couple of chores? Maybe she'll respect that I respected her authority. Could work.

I look over her laying lazily on the couch, legs draped over the arm. I wonder what drives her, what does she get up in the morning for; surely not this, right?

"Hm...alright, we could do that; what question, what question...uh, oh, what are you hoping to be when you grow up?"

 

Yeh.... That's none of your business.

*I'd flick my hair back over my head, again refusing to make any sort of eye contact with you*

There, answered didn't I?

*Chuckles, finally finding a programme I'd actually seem a bit interested in on the television*

Want to make your cunt ass useful? Go get me some food.

 

"Uh...I mean...no you didn't really answer but I guess I can get you food...um what do you want?" I ask; I'm starting to lose my patience but instead it just comes off as a dull defeat, as if she wore me down my resolve already. Maybe I was really that weak...

"I don't know if that language is appropriate though, I'm still your elder."

 

Anything really.

*Replies bluntly again, shuffling myself impatiently on the couch, yawning and stretching both my arms over my head*

Chocolate, toast - fuck anything just so I don't have to listen to you for five minutes.

*Finally leans over the back of the couch - after what seems like an eternity I would finally make eye contact with you, against scowling and narrowing my eyes in contempt*

Or I could just rip off your tongue and eat that instead so I don't have to listen to you, is that what you want?

 

"Urr...um...." she left me speechless at first; do I make the food, ask her what's really bothering her? I'm at a loss here... "I'll see what's in the fridge." I say, darting out to enjoy the reprieve of not being in the same room with her any longer. Maybe I should just quit, she's never gonna embrace me so what's the point in trying.

I get to the kitchen and look at the fridge. Nothing that interesting. Maybe she'd like a chocolate milk, I always liked that; and it's easy to make. Maybe I should just give her space while being there at the same time...just in case. I mean, what else am I gonna do? Rub one out in her mother's room?

I finish making the chocolate milk and return to you with it, I hand it over to you, smiling, "I hope you enjoy it."

 

*As you return I'd now be sitting upright on the couch, lazily slumped back against it as I'd pay barely attention to you re-entering*

Sure whatever.

*Callously remarks, reaching my arm out in the vague direction of you as you go to hand me the glass; in doing so making a half-baked effort to receive it, and in doing so deliberately dropping it to the floor, scowling in disapproval*

Oops. Clean that up, you were supposed to hand me it not drop it, moron.

 

I could feel myself getting angry, she deliberately dropped that glass...but I couldn't get mad at her, she'd just reject me further. But was I just going to take this? How far would she push it?

"Oops, I must have missed your hand, I'll get that;" I run to the kitchen and return with a handful of paper towels. I get down on the floor and start to clean up the chocolatey milk mess on the floor just beneath her. "Would you like another one?" I ask her while still scrubbing hard on the floor; it was gonna stain, I don't know why I bothered.

 

*I wait just long enough for you to finish up cleaning the mess on the floor, long enough for you to turn you head up to face me and begin talking, by this point I'd already jumped from the couch, landing full weight on you - one foot smashing your head sideways into the ground, the other one solidly on your back, flattening your body down too*

Hah~ Now listen here scum.

*I'd snort, spitting down on the floor beside your head*

This is my house, so that means MY rules.

*Draws deliberate emphasis on the word "my" as I smush my socked toes painfully up against your nose, my other foot sliding up to position over your neck, pressing down firmly against it*

You may love my mum, but she loves ME more, and what ever you try and do, you will NOT be my father, step father, any fucking relation to me at all!

*Growls aggressively, quickly shoving my foot into your mouth, making fierce kicking motions with it as I do*

Do you get that? You worthless old fuck?!

Before I can even realize, I find my face pressed up against the carpet with her sweaty socked foot mashing it down, another on my back forcing me to endure her full body weight on me as I groaned and moaned like a man getting a massage, but this was totally unexpected...why would she do this?

I watch her spit land in a large puddle next to me, I got hit with a bit of backsplash when it landed but then tried to scoot my face away from it; to avoid being mashed up against it. I couldn't wiggle my face very far though, with her standing on it.

Clearly she was asserting her dominance over her domain, I just had to accept that but...this was overboard, this was a way overreaction.

"I..." I begin to stutter but she covers my nose and mouth with her sweaty socked foot as she smashes my nose against it. Her other foot would move to my neck, giving me a sensation like my head would break off from the rest of my body under her pressure; I could hear the subtle cracking and hoped it was just pressure escaping the muscles.

She comes down so hard against me...what can I say, I'm already shuddering in fear beneath her feet; what could I really say but, "I...I understand, I won't...urm....I won't bother you anymore."

You won't bother me? No no.

*I would hastily correct you, mercifully stepping off your neck, and out of your mouth for that matter - only to kick your head sharply to one side and stand myself over you, feet positioned either side of your neck as I let another sizeable glob of spit drop from my lips into your gasping open mouth*

You being here bothers me, your presence in this house -my- house bothers me, your very existence is beginning to bother me. Fuck.

*Sneers at you, again resorting to spitting down in utter disgust at your face*

I don't know what my mum sees in you, but I see through it. You're a low life, an old freak with no use left in you. I don't know why my mum didn't date someone younger, or wealthier than you, but at least -I'm- going to rinse every penny from your damn pockets to keep us happy.

*I'd casually lay my sole on your saliva coated nose once more, I of course - had no interest in my mohter's benefits, and certainly not yours! I just wanted to spoil myself at your expense*

You care about my mum huh, you love her? You want her to be happy? Then fucking make me happy!

*Heavily stomps down my foot over your head for emphasis, before sitting myself back down on the couch, sweat toes smushed immovably over your nose and mouth*

Stupid, stupid man.

 

What the fuck did she want from me...but at last I feel her weight off my neck and out of my mouth. I turn to look to her but she just delivers a swift kick to one side of my head and stands with her feet on either side of my neck, staring down at me with hatred in her eyes.

I see her form a large spit wad, I try to turn my head but her ankles hold my face upright to receive her gob right directly into my mouth; I feel it drip against the back of my throat, I could feel the coming sickness of her mucous-ey saliva in my mouth. I try to cough and spit it up but it's too far down, I'm forced to swallow it, swallow her disgusting spit.

What the fuck could I do...obviously she just hates me and has something against me; it seems hopeless. And I got the message, she doesn't and won't ever like me; it really couldn't be more clear, hopefully she would just let me go and I could be on my way, rethinking having ever tried any of this. What would her mom say? Should I tell her?

She sneers down again and hocks up another massive loogie onto my face that splashes like a water balloon all over, covering my face with her spit.

She was mostly right, I don't know what her mom saw on me or why she still liked me; few other women did, or did for only a very short while before they quickly grew tired of me. I always figured it was them and not me; but this girl seems to have my number. How could I get her to stop this?

"Please don't do that....I'll take care of both you and your mom but please don't take my money; please let me go and I'll never mention this to your mom."

She softly runs the bottom of her foot over my face before resting it on my spit soaked nose again.

I did care about her mom but this was getting to be too much, what would it take to make her happy? I mean she already had me covered in spit and under her sweaty foot; what else could I do that would satisfy her?

A rough, hard stomp on the side of my head disorients me as my head stings with the sensation that feels like I was hit by a massive rock. As I recovered she took a seat back on the couch and smushed her feet repeatedly, and with much force, over my nose and mouth, using her toes to occasional to pry open my lips and stick her foot inside until the sides of my mouth felt like they'd burst; tears welling in my eyes as I moan out.

Oh don't worry~

*I'd coo dismissively as I turn my attention to my phone, flicking through what would seem to be a few texts for a couple of minutes, gliding my sole occasionally over your face as I cram my toes into your mouth*

Mum will be home soon, and you're not going to utter a word of this. Got that loser?

*Sneers and kicks my free foot heavily against your cheek, disorienting you even further - as if you weren't enough already*

You tell on me, I turn this on you. I say you were being a creep, and tried to hit on me - she'll dump you in a second you old fuck, she believes me, she always does. But hey, that'd be for the best, right?!

 

Somehow I worried more when she said that, her tone was full of malice and that filled me with a strong sense of dread as she towered over my prone body. She jumped on her phone, it made subtle ticking noises as she typed likely text messages and casually rode her foot over my face until she curled her toes and jammed them into my mouth.

She was right, her mom would be back soon; I don't even know how I'd begin to tell her any of this...I could barely make sense of it and I was suffering through it.

In the interim, she delivered a quick, strong kick against my face; it blurs my vision and brings a loud ringing to my ear, not to mention the stinging pain.

"Fuck!" I barely squeak out; cowering, weak. I found myself stammering, somehow afraid of this girl, a grown adult pathetically cowering to a child. "Yuh...yes..."

She was probably right that her mom would take her side; how could she possibly believe my absurd tale against her sweet, loving daughter? I had to play her game but I wondered for how long; how long until she got bored of this...and then what would she do with me? I didn't really know what to say so I just found myself agreeing with her again, as if I really had any choice; I could only hope something I could say, something right, would make her go easier on me.

*A distant click would echo from the front door, to which I'd step off of you and sneer down at your upturned face*

Mention one word of this to mum, and you're dead.

"Hey you two I'm back"

*My mum's voice would call from the hallway, the door closing audibly behind her*

Literally dead. Maggot.

*I'd quietly hiss, spitting down in disgust a final time into you open mouth before turning my back on you and exiting the room, my voice taking a bouncier, innocent tone as I go to greet my mother*

Hi mum! hope you had a nice time out.

*I'd call to her, practically skipping away upstairs to my room, safe in the knowledge for now that you'd say nothing*

 

I didn't hear anything but suddenly she was taking her heavy foot from off my face; she glares down at me, barely whispering a threat but I was scared all the same. Her intention was clear, her eyes deadly serious and focused like a laser on me.

I hear my wife's voice, thank God...though this would be difficult to explain...why I was on the floor. The door closes behind her in the entryway as her daughter double downs on her threat; it sent a chill down my spine, this teenager had complete control over me...she spat into my mouth to solidify that fact as I swallowed her loogie as she exited the room into the hallway where I hear here talking to her mom, in the sweet, innocent tone that I had often seen with her but now seemed like a faint memory given her new deposition. How could I tell her mother about this...I had to, right? Or I should stop this myself, not get her involved. I'll stand up to her next time and say no!

I hear her footsteps heading up the stairs heavily, her door closes behind her as her mom comes into the living room just as I quickly sit up.

"Hey hon," she says, "Why are you on the floor?"

"Oh...uh, remote...dropped the remote, was looking under the couch." I look around and grab the remote from on top of the couch, awkwardly..."Here it is."

"Did you two have a good day?"

I almost thought about telling her but no...I couldn't. "Yeah, it was good."

"Good; well go wash up, I'll get dinner ready. Could you tell Becca dinner will be ready in 15?"

I shuddered..."Uh...su...sure."

I headed upstairs, as quietly as possible; I stood just outside her door, hand ready to knock....but I turned away, and to the master bedroom. I had to plan for our next encounter, the next time her mom was leaving me alone with her.

 

*I was just about able to hear the distant conversation between you bot from my room. ~Perfect he's saying nothing~. At this point I'd be sat on the edge of my bed, tapping my foot impatiently as you attempt to creep upstairs, expecting a knock on my door at any second. But it didn't come, neither did any form of verbal remind, after a few moments I'd hear you pace away, skulking off to my mum's bedroom. It's not like I cared too much - I had time to spare, 15 minutes or so to be exact - which passed before long, my mum's voice soon echoing from downstairs*

"Rebecca honey"
*She called from the bottom of the stairs*
"Dinner's ready, did Robert not remind you?"

Oh sorry mum!
*I'd call back, briskly swinging my door open and heading down the hall, glaring into the open door of the master bedroom on my way past, eyeing you icily as you sheepishly stand in the middle of the room*
He must have forgotten, no big deal!
*I'd eagerly respond, turning my attention back to the stairs before heading down them, smiling at my mum as I walk by her and into the dining room to where food was prepared, just some basic pasta by the looks of it this time around*

"That means you too Robert"
*She'd call up again, her tone growing a little impatient, as she'd too turn away and head for the dining room, where we'd both wait for you, beginning to talk amongst ourselves*

 

I just stared at the wall most of the time, my head blank; how the fuck to deal with this situation. This was impossibly hard. Maybe I should just go, it's what she wants anyways, right? She just wants me gone...but I can't ditch her mom, for no other reason than she was hot and probably the best I'd ever do in this lifetime. I had to make this work. But the question is how? That's what I started with, I'm really getting nowhere in fixing this situation. Maybe I should just try to tell her mom...how though?

I heard her call down for dinner; fuck, I forgot to tell Rebecca. I see her appear at the top of the stares, glaring at me, dogging me, before heading down the stairs to convince her mother she was sweet and innocent. What a fucking joke.

She called down again. I looked at myself in the mirror. Pathetic. Okay. I sighed heavily and then headed down stairs; through the kitchen but they were already in the dining room talking, I couldn't make out what they were saying. I collect myself and walk in.

 

"Oh Robert you're finally here"
*My mother cooed, nodding her head to gesture to the empty seat at the table.*
"Rebecca was just telling me how nice you seemed, I'm happy that you two are getting along so well."
*She'd look over at me, then to you as I beam politely up at her, swinging my legs shyly under the table.*

"You see I haven't had the best of luck when it comes to boyfriends."
*She'd pause, hesitantly looking down at me - to which I'd stroke the back of her hand reassuringly.*
"They always seem to just want me for money and well..."
*My mum would lower her head, looking a little bashful, before finally raising it again, talking with more confidence.*
"For Sex Robert. And after whether I tell them they can't just rush things like that or not they leave after that, don't they Rebecca?"
*She'd look down once again at me for reassurance as I'd nod my head in response.*

Yeh, they just seem to totally disappear after that~
*I'd respond, tenderly stroking over my mother's wrist, hiding a wry smile as I elaborate.*
Without a trace, such a shame guys have such negative attitude, I do hope Robert is different,
*Finally turns my head to you, the cruel smirk hidden from sight from my mother.*
"I hope so too, I'm sure he is!"
*My mum would respond with renewed enthusiasm.*
"It seems you two have hit it off well enough and - oh, how silly of me - I forgot your drinks!"

*She'd stand herself up and hurry past you into the kitchen, calling rhetorically over her shoulder.*
"Do you like hot chocolate Robert, we have plenty of it to use up!"
*Even though she may have only been gone for a moment or two, this would give me more than enough time to raise myself from my seat and lean over the table to your plate of food, pausing in place for just a moment, seeing if I could provoke some sort of reaction from you.*
"Alright, coming!"
*My mother would call back, to which I'd shake my head, quietly spitting down onto your food before cupping my right nostril, blowing a thick wad of snot over it as well, which would be pretty perfectly disguised, sitting myself promptly back down in my chair, gazing past you at my mum as she re-enters.*

"Alright, here you go guys."
*She'd pass you again, retaking her seat at the table - placing the drinks down; one in front of me and the other at the opposite side at your spot.*
"Come on Robert not hungry?"
*She'd inquire, looking at me then back up to you.*
"I thought you told me you liked Pasta."

 

I take a seat, where her mother gestures, "Yes, sorry; just was caught up with something..."

Hm, so she had lied to her mom...so technically I was protected but it wouldn't help me any when her mom isn't around; I still have to do something...

I watch her smile, so innocent to her mother; did she have any idea what hid behind that smile? Probably not. But she would before I was through...I watch her legs bounce, almost in slow motion, under the table. They taunted me, I think that's what she wanted; I could feel sweat form at my brow.

I'd smile, increasingly awkwardly as her mother talked about her past relationship struggles; was the facade already broken, did she see right through me? No, but I'm not a scumbag like those guys...I have honorable dreams for that money. And I could...love her, I guess...but her daughter, I don't know.

Rebecca reassured her mother, comforting her in an almost motherly fashion.

"I'm sorry, hun; sorry it's been so difficult for you. I will be different, I promise; I'm here now, I really want to make this work and I'm glad Rebecca is warming up to it too," I say, sincerely; staring back at Rebecca as if proud of my well placed chess move but I still felt powerless against her smirk, it pierced my soul; like she controlled my whole world.

I watcher her mother leave, soon asking me about hot chocolate; "I'd love some," I shout back to her.

By this time, Rebecca leans over my plate, poised to wreck her havoc on it; I look at her and shake my head angrily but it doesn't stop her from hocking a large, green loogie on my plate.

"Alright, coming back!" Her mother annouces.

But she doesn't stop, cupping her right nostril as she blows a thick blast of snot all over my food; it looked like guacamole, it was so thick and disgusting!

Her mom walked back in as Rebecca took her seat, looking as if nothing had happened. She'd set a drink down in front of Rebecca, and another near me; she start to return to her seat, "Come on Robert, not hungry?" She asks.

I stare down at the plate, and then to Rebecca, "Uh, no no....not...uh, not at all; um just so filling, I needed to take a break." I'd start to lift my fork and twirl some pasta around it, watching with cringing disgust as Rebecca's snot mixes with the noodles. I lift it to my mouth, Rebecca watches; and then stick it in...immediately tasting her snot and spit. Ugh...

"Delicious, hun." I choke out.

 

*Gives a triumphant smile, eagerly watching you reluctantly eat slowly away at your plate of food. There'd be silence in the room for another good couple of minutes as we all finished; during this time I'd occasionally raise my head, offering you a few more twisted glares as I finally rest my knife and fork down on my plate, stretching my arms tiredly over my head*

I hope you don't mind but...
*I'd turn to my mum, looking at her almost pleadingly, mostly to get her attention as I lift my legs up under the table, resting them on top of yours*
I'd like to be excuse now, if that's alright?
*Sweetly requests her, all the while making subtle, but sharp jabs with my foot against your stomach*
"Of course not dear, I'm sure Robert won't mind either?"
*She's turn inquisitively to you and await a response, by this point I'd have stop kicking, legs resting unseen over yours - though you weren't in much of a state to answer, your knuckles already visible white from grasping at the table to keep yourself from lunging forward in pain*
"Well... I guess that means yes..."
*She'd reply, frowning heavily at you and turning back to me*
"Yes dear go ahead, I'll be working the rest of this week so likely won't see a lot of you."
That's alright mum! I know what your hours can be like!

*Pushes my chair away from the table, hopping up to my feet*
Think I'll add to my diary and shower then go to bed actually, gosh I'm tired!
*Yawns wearily, again stretching my arms over my head to feign exhaustion*

"That's alright, come and say goodnight to us then sweetie!"
*My mum would call enthusiastically, holding out her arms to gesture for a hug, which I'd immediately oblige to, pacing round to the side of her and hugging her warmly - positioning her in such a way that kept her head flush with my left shoulder, facing the opposite direction away from you. I'd raise my arms and lean a little towards you, as far as my mother was concerned I would be easing in to give you a hug as well. This would obviously not be the case, within seconds of lifting my arms I'd burp quietly, casually blowing it all over your face before sneering at you, silently mouthing the word "Fucker".*

Well, good night guys!
*I'd giggle with renewed cuteness, pulling away from my mother and waving as I quickly trot out the room*

 

I continue to choke down the noodles which Rebecca so kindly coated in her snot; I watch her smile at me, she'd won this round but I'd get on the board...somehow. 

We eat until finished, I managed to swallow the tainted noodles I'd been given; I knew I'd be vomiting or something from that later....god, what a bitch! How was I going to get back at her. I'd glance again and she glared at me; she glared at me the whole dinner, between the bites.

Finally, I watcher her rest her knife and fork down; finally, this dinner would be over and hopefully she'd fuck off for a while so I could think about how to take her down. She asked to be excused, looking to her mom, but I suddenly felt her legs fall on my lap; she would prod my stomach repeatedly with her big toe, it felt like being punched.

Wait, did her mom say something to me; I can't concentrate as the seething pain in my stomach continues; I must look like I'm going to explode. My knuckles were clenched along the tables edge as I tried to hide the pain she was causing me, unseen by her mother.

I gurgle something out but it's incoherent, I don't even know if it was voluntary but she took this as a sign she could leave which seemed to disappoint her mother. Maybe it was my lack of coherent response.

Her mother had to work for the rest of the week so if it would be the perfect time to scheme...though Rebecca surely had the same idea. I just couldn't give in to her like I did today; I have to stay strong.

Rebecca finally removed her feet from my lap and stands. I heard her mention a diary; maybe that would have a clue as to how to beat her at her own game. I had to get that diary when she slept. She yawns.

She hugs her mother warmly, but with her face turned to me. I watch her exaggeratedly burp, it was quiet and then she blew it to my face while mouthing the word "Fucker" to me. Sneaky bitch. She sneered at me, she still had control...at least for now.

She quickly then trots innocently out of the room and up the stairs.

I had to get that diary.

When her mom finally went to sleep, I crept into the hallway just outside her room. Slowly I'd open the door, it creaks a little but she doesn't seem to stir. I'd tiptoe in, searching for your diary. Then I see it, sitting on the nightstand near you. I'd just have to cross in front of you to get it...reaching out to grab it.

 

*I would not even be asleep at this point, spending most of the time I said I would be sleeping texting my friends and posting things on Facebook, though I'd quickly stash my phone under my pillow and rest my head on in, hearing the door creak from the opposite side of the room. It was you as expected, having abandoned my mother during the middle of the night to come and seek revenge on me. Like you stood a chance...

*I'd silently think this to myself, partially shutting my eyes to fake sleep - keeping a keen watch on you as you step quietly towards my bed - my diary resting open on a specific couple of pages on the nightstand beside my bed. Doing my best to control my sadistic excitement as you reach for it, visibly hesitating as your eyes fall over it, adorning the pages were photos of six or seven men, all but a couple with an ominous looking thick red cross through each of their photos, a short description written down beside each of their pictures - some being more elaborate than others. One of the later ones saying "Squeezed every penny from this twat, then drowned him in piss :)." A mocking smiley added at the end of the brief description, as what you could best guess to be as insult to injury. Another one of the profiles simply stating "Eaten whole" beside it.*

*Disguises a smirk, watching you scan down to the bottom of the page where, predictably - your photo would be found, the fact that I'd managed to get your picture somehow within one day clearly not the primary concern, moreso the fact you were on the list, which it was - beginning to seem like less of a diary and more of a hitlist, like some cruel game I'd devised to entertain myself with my mother's boyfriends*

*What ever the case, your hands would begin to shake, at which point I decide it's best I roll around, pretending to stir in my sleep, seeing if this would provoke any other sort of reaction out of the petrified old fuck stood beside me*

 

It seems too convenient; she was smarter than this but, I had few options as I reached out for the open diary. Quickly, my eyes scanned the open page, noticing pictures of older men, all of them crossed out with red Xs.

The list reads:

1. Johnson Longstone - Took his wallet, then gassed him in his car.

2. Pete Kendall - Buried him under six feet of my shit, hahaha!

3. Markus Sambrut - Broke motherfucker, covered him in gasoline and burned him alive in the forest.

My eyes grow wide by the callous horrors her book describes, I pray these are mere fantasies...lest I've stumbled onto some sort of hit list of hers. And who were these men?

Terrified, I read on:

4. Sam Burton - Switched his scuba tank with a tank full of my farts :D

5. Keith Harlan - Squeezed every penny from this twat, then drowned him in piss :)

6. Adam Gillard - Eaten whole.

How...how could she...anyone...eat a person whole? This couldn't be real...

And I saw number 7.

It was me. I wasn't crossed out, nothing written next to me. But here I was...on this list of horrific ends for, I assume, her mother's ex-boyfriends. It's the only thing that makes sense at this point, if any of this fucking made sense.

I'd find myself shaking, practically about to drop the book as I she suddenly stirs a bit and I freeze like a deer in headlights. I stare, immobile, at her face; it seems her eyes may be open, or maybe my mind is playing tricks...but she says nothing...

I...um....I whisper, "Are you asleep?"

It's barely audible, so it wouldn't wake her if she was asleep...

But if she wasn't...

I'd wait, silently, for a reply.

 

*Flutters my eyes several times, pretending to wake up as you talk - greeting you with a daunting stare as a wry smile creeps over my face.* Oh hello there asshole. *Utters up coolly at you, swinging myself energetically up into a sitting position on the side of the bed - covers being casually tossed aside as I stand myself up, completely naked in front of you.* Don't worry about this~ *Giggles and reaches forward to seize the diary, tugging it with some effort from your hands, gently shutting it and setting it down on the nightstand.* Just a little hobby of mine, which now you're -kiiinda- a part of. Oh wait, you were anyway, hah! *With that I'd deliver an aggressive shove to your chest, hooking my foot tactically around behind your ankle as I do, toppling you easily enough onto your back, to which I'd instantly be over you, feet positioned either side of you, stood upon your arms as I glare down with a hateful sneer - graciously running my right hand down over my breasts and stomach, eventually letting it arrive at my crotch where I'd let two fingers tentatively caress my pussy, which was already glistening with sweet juices - mostly from just watching you read over my little journal in horror.* And since you decided to leave my mother, I can tell you were just -dying- to see me! *I'd taunt with a quiet moan, fingers tracing delicately over my shaved crotch.* So here's how it's going to work, cunt~ *My playful attitude would taken a sudden dark turn - with those words uttered I'd raise a foot from your arm, slamming it down with such force on your face that it breaks your nose, to which I'd shiver in delight above you as I slide my toes over your face, letting them rest on your lips.* Oops! Oh well, you can tell mum you fell out of bed. You WILL tell her that in fact. *States with a smug smile, flicking my head back over my head, mostly to demonstrate how little this phased me at all.* Oh, and you belong to me now. As in, I own you. Hope that's enough to get the message through that thick skull of yours. *My foot would be bearing down heavily over your face once more, toes pivoting from left to right over your lips.* Unless I have to crush if first to send your brain a message, I'm sure it won't come to that now will it? *I'd continue to giggle, it was apparent enough you'd fallen into my trap at this point, though I could imagine those were the least of your worries - that, and with my mother being a very heavy sleeper, there was no danger at all that she would come to intervene, yet alone hear us at all.* Sooooo. *Sighs, finally removing my foot from your aching head, stepping off your arms and standing proudly beside you.* You're going to crawl your worthless ass the fuck out of my room and tell mum exactly what I said, aren't you? *I'd tilt my head with a sickly sweet smile.* Unless you want to end up like... *Takes a moment to count my fingers, like I'd actually invest the time to remember the idiots names.* Number 6? I think it was. *Gives another sadistic little giggle, looking down at you with intent - dangerously licking slowly over my lips with my tongue, whispering coldly.* Now kindly fuck off.

 

Oh fuck, I'd think to myself as she stirred; as she woke up to me, in her room...fuck fuck fuck...

And she sits up, energetically, as if she hadn't be asleep at all...maybe she hadn't but it didn't matter as her covers were tossed aside and she stood up, stark and completely naked before me. Ordinarily a position of weakness but her nudity gave her strength and I could feel my own sense of manhood shriveling before her. She had me under her power and she barely had to do anything; either she was very strong or I was a sniveling, weakling bitch. I wasn't ready to confront the latter reality though it was becoming more and more true with every encounter with her.

She snatches the diary from me, telling me not to worry but her giggling didn't comfort me; this bitch knew I am in her complete control and she is loving it. I am apart of her "hobby" now, whatever that means though, if it's anything like she's written, it's apt to be terrifying.

She pushes me back aggressively and her foot, behind my ankles, allows me to trip easily onto my back. Within seconds she is over me with feet on either side as she steps up onto my arms, pinning them down as she glares down at me with such condemnation that it makes me shake to my core. And her hand comes down, softly, though I instinctively flinch which seems to excite her; but instead of striking she caresses her breast, tauntingly running her fingers across her nipple and down to her stomach where she took spider-like finger steps down to her crotch where she slowly, sensually rubbed her pussy. I could see it was already practically dripping with juices, she obviously had been enjoying this for sometime...tormenting me all the while as my eyes glistened at the edge of tears, out of fear. What would she do...

I shake my head, she had the wrong idea but I couldn't muster the words. What would I say anyways, that I was looking for dirt on her; something to ruin her with. I doubt that would go over very well.

She moans, her fingers slightly more aggressive as they trace the line of her bare crotch.

Her tone turned quickly but before I could do anything she smashed her heel into my face; I could hear the cartilage and bone cracking in my nose as it seemed like she'd broken it; I'd stifle out a massive cry, my eyes streaming with tears as she laughs and slides her toes over my face, dragging the blood from my nose over me, over my lips, with her toes as the paintbrush.

I look at her, trying to muster an expression of anger but the pain is too great as I practically sob on her floor; and she smiles, telling me how I'll tell her mother I feel out of bed. A lie to make me look like a clumsy fool; to make her reconsider our relationship perhaps...

She flicks her hair behind her, unfazed over this whole thing; she is cool as a fucking cucumber and I'm a bloody piece of meat under her feet.

My heart sank as she told me I belonged to her, that she owned me. She was more than clear as she put more weight from her foot over my lips, pushing from left to right and digging her big toe forcefully into my mouth. She practically stood on her one foot, the one on my face, as she giggled and watched me contort under her weight.

I shake my head no, knowing full well she wouldn't hesitate to crush me and she'd laugh every second as I became liquified under her feet like so many smashed grapes. I understood fully what she wanted and I...I...didn't really have a choice but to give it to her. This whole thing would look very bad; she could say anything she wanted and everyone would believe her...she could destroy me in more ways than one. I had to do as she commands...for now.

She giggles evilly; she has me. She probably planned this, that sadistic bitch; she's too clever. I don't know how to beat her and I was struggling more and more under her. And she could do anything to me...and I think she knew that; her mom was such a heavy sleeper, it would be like she wasn't here at all. There'd be no help from her. And likely no help for me at all; not unless Rebecca wanted it. And I doubt she wanted it.

She finally removes her foot from my head but it still aches like she's on top of me, a persistent pounding headache and throbbing where she stood on me with all her weight on her one foot; it was practically intolerable, I wanted to scream!

She wants me to crawl back to her mom and tell her the story she gave me, about falling out of bed. I didn't want to do that...maybe I could just sleep on the couch tonight, say I walked into a door or something...but she threatened me...threatened to kill me like Adam Gillard, the guy she claimed to have eaten whole like some kind of sadistic human anaconda. Could she do that? I didn't really want to find out...was it really so bad to embarrass myself with her mom, nah...I mean, not compared to being eaten. I could do it...

I'd stumble, running out of her room when she told me to fuck off; I trip into the dark hallway. I wind up crawling back to the master bedroom...too weak and too afraid to get up; I didn't want to piss off Rebecca anymore.

Back in the bedroom, I'd stand up again, slowly...how would I do this? Did she even mean to tell her now...fuck I just better do it now...

I stomp on the ground near the bed and lay down; her mother stirs a bit.

"Aurruh, fuck," I say, a bit forced.

Groggily, I barely hear her, "What is it?"

"I fell...urm...I fell out of bed, I might have broke my nose."

"Uhhh, why are you telling me; just get some bandages from the medicine cabinet and we'll look at it tomorrow."

"I...oh...okay,"

She went back to sleep quickly and I went to find the bandages.

In the bathroom, I opened the cabinet and found the bandages; when I closed it, I saw Rebecca in the mirror behind me; grinning like a fox. But I turned and she wasn't there...she was in my head...tormenting my thoughts. I'd rub some water in my face, painfully working around my nose. I had to fix this; my nose, obviously, but also this situation with Rebecca...but I was no closer to finding out how.

I return to bed only to stare at the ceiling until sunrise; every creak of the house horrified me, made me think Rebecca was back to do more damaged but it seemed like I was safe for now.

 

*What was left of the night seemed to pass in the blink of an eye for you - like you could have slept well anyway with a broken nose, and your assumed partner just dismissing it so that she could get back to having her rest. What ever the case, she'd already be gone by the time you finally stirred, at which point you'd be abruptly rudely awakened as the bandage you used for your nose is sharply torn off.*

Morning cunt.

*I'd state unsympathetically, tossing the bandage to the side of the bed - to which I was position upon as well. Above you in fact, facing your feet as my legs press down on both your arms and my ass hovering mere inches from your head*

The last thing I need around here is -another- deep sleeper. Seriously? You're too deaf to hear mum leave for work OR me come in? What kind of a sad excuse for a man are you?!

*Barks angrily, slamming a fist down against your stomach, kicking at the side of your head with my heals*

Can't stick up for yourself, apparently deaf as well, and you certainly can't make my mum happy.

*Promptly slams my ass down over your face, your nose sinking effortlessly into my asshole - which would be shortly followed by a few soft crunching sounds, much quieter than of those a few hours prior, what little healing your nose had made would now be undone. It was all too obvious I'd managed to sneak into room somehow - but how long I'd been waiting there was unapparent, not that it really mattered much*

Oh, I soooo forgot about that.

*Remarks sarcastically as I smush my ass down harder against your face, hands resting on my hips as I'd swish my luscious brown hair over my shoulder in a pre-emptive gesture of victory*

So can you you hear me or not fucker?

*I'd soon grow impatient, even if your weak attempts to free yourself beneath me amused me a little.*

Do you STILL have nothing to say for yourself or are you that fucking dense?

*I'd punch aggressively at your stomach once more, rolling my eyes and reaching for my phone - which I'd incidentally taken in the room with me and left on your nightstand.*

What is it about you that makes you so worthwhile keeping around?
*Questions you coolly, though making no effort to make eye contact, instead looking at my phone, which would be held at arms length beside me, cupping my left breast with my free hand as I strike the sexiest pose I can - arching my back and pressing my ass fully down over your mouth and nose before taking a photo - most of your facial features of course undeniably obscured - but it was evidently you.*

Hmmmm...

*I'd ponder to myself for a few moments as I turn my attention to the window at the side of the room, having to elevate myself from you just a fraction to peer up over the window sill and down at the drive way - my eyes would glimmer greedily as they fall on the sight of your car. An incredibly handsome looking sports model by the looks of things, I wanted it - I would have it.*

Keys where are they?

*I'd curtly ask, slamming my ass back down over your face, viciously grinding my asshole and pussy over your mouth, brushing up painfully against your nose which would issue several more creaks and clicks*
Where the fuck are they you obtuse bastard?

*I wasn't giving you any opportunity to answer at this time, none at all - I'd continue to bounce and grind myself, thumping at your chest and stomach repeatedly, before pressing my asshole right up against your lips - giving a sudden, loud, echoing fart over your mouth - which would immediately be followed up by a cacophonous bout of laughter as I finally lift myself from you, reaching a hand behind me to slap left and right at your exasperated face, my slaps emphasising my next few words.*

Where. The. Hell. Are. They?! 

 

"Augh, fuck!" I yelp in pain before recovering and regaining my sense of composure in the presence of my tormentor, who I saw more clearly now as the morning fogginess fades.

She remained as sharp with her tongue as ever, my hopes that this was all some horrific dream did not come to pass as I saw her, hovering her ass just above me as she looked down with her cruel smile to me; I was totally and utterly at her mercy.

Had I really been that out of it? Then again, I did suffer quite a bit of pain last night at her hand...fuck it, who cares what she says; she's fucking trying to kill you! I just glare at her angrily, what good does anything do now; I'm completely powerless against her.

She punches hard down straight into my gut, sending my stomach reeling as I sit up slightly, meeting her ass as I do, before falling back onto the bed. Repeatedly she kicks my head with no concern for avoiding my tender nose as she bashes her heel against my face repeatedly.

What a fucking...wait, how did she know I didn't satisfy her mom? Do they talk about me? I mean, of course they do, but...that intimately? No, she's probably just taunting me, I'm sure I do fine with her mom.

Suddenly, and without warning, her ass slams down over my face as my nose slides right between her sweaty cheeks until pressed, painfully, against her asshole. As her weight comes down, I feel a distinct crunching sounds; quieter then before but equally as painfully as she smashed my nose into her butthole. I scream in unbearable pain. God how the fuck does a girl even think of this sick shit?!

She remarks sarcastically and pushes her ass down heavier on my face as her hands graced her hips and she whisk her hair over her shoulder to show her dominance over me as my eyes watered from the pain of being underneath her.

I'd try to speak but she wouldn't give me a chance as she softly bounced a little as I muffled out sounds that mostly sounded like pained groans. And she'd begin to treat my stomach, again, like a punching bag as I exhaled breath after breath not her asshole.

Then the sounds of a phone, she had a phone with her; maybe I could moan out for help...but who was she calling?

I ignore her taunt and stare at the phone that she practically keeps on display for me, another way to torment me. She holds her breast as she lifts the phone high as she arches back with her ass pressed fully down over my mouth and nose as I hear the *snap* of the phone camera...she took a picture of me while sitting on my face; I could see the picture, you couldn't see my face but few would have any doubt believing it was me if she showed them.

What was she going to do now though...that's the question...

I feel her weight off me for a moment as she leans towards the window, what is she doing? Is her mom home?!

"Keys, where are they?" she'd ask as she slammed her ass down again over my face and painfully grinding her asshole and pussy over my mouth as she rubs restlessly and carelessly over my nose as it pops and cracks some more; I moan out with a scream.

"What keys?!" I'd finally beg out!

"Where the fuck are they you obtuse bastard?!" She screamed as she bounced and ground some more as she kept punching down on my chest and stomach, scattering my breathing until I felt her asshole right against my lips as it pucked out, as if for a kiss, but instead blew a loud, echoing fart into my mouth! I'd try to recoil from it with no where to go as she laughed, uproariously, at her ass bomb! 

She finally rose up, getting off as she took a swift palm to both sides of my face and then kept slapping as she continued to demand my keys, but what keys!? Car keys?! Oh fuck...car keys...

She'd glare down at me between slaps, each time her expression getting more and more angry until I finally whimpered out; "Coat....coat pocket, just please...please stop," I cry before her; it was a dumb move but I was utterly defeated and broken, I had no more pride or strength to maintain. She'd destroyed me.

 

*Another period of immeasurable time would pass, certainly a good few hours and well into the night for sure with you isolated, stuck inside my hot, stuffy laundry box - I hadn't even bothered checking to see if you could breathe before I'd left; not that I would anyway, it should have been apparent to you that I wouldn't bat an eyebrow had you died while you were in there. Your wait would soon be over though, my bedroom door flinging opening and thudding heavily against the wall as I enter, knocking it with enough force for it to swing itself equally as loudly shut behind me - there'd be a few efforted grunts as I start pulling the container out from under my bed once more and after a few moments the lid would open above you, my hand reaching down to manually shift some of my clothes from your head to expose it*

Oh, hello there~

*I'd utter sweetly with a maniacal grin spread over my face*

Goodness me you don't look comfortable in there at all, let's see to that!

*Stands myself up and laughs, kicking the box over onto its side, sending you rolling out onto the floor among a heap of laundry, still bound tight and gagged*

Wow, couldn't even get out of a trap a girl made huh?

*My tone would take on a more sinister pitch, a kick to your ribs emphasising this as it lulls you onto your back, your eyes barely adjusted to the light of the room around you, and soon when they did you'd find me standing beside you completely naked, eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare at your face*

Well, not gonna lie Robert...

*I'd begin again with a heavy sigh, squatting down beside your body and shaking my head*

The amount you had in your wallet was disappointing, like seriously - what the fuck am I supposed to do with one hundred? I thought you were supposed to have a decent job, that's what mum said~ Ugh.

*My eyes would lighten up, my mood flicking to sadistically playful once more as I raise a foot and press it down on your neck*

On the plus side though...

*Waves a wad of miscellaneous notes in my left hand, inexplicably being there the entire time*

Your car sold for a whoooole lot!

*Giggles and smushes my foot around on your neck, eyeing over my earnings before leaning over to my nightstand, placing the seemingly huge wad down on it next to my diary*

What was it anyway, a Mercedes? A BMW? Fuck if I remember!

*Drums my fingers on the top of my diary and smiles, my right hand gliding down my supple body to up over my cunt, which I'd gently start massaging with two fingers, purring like some overly content cat*

It's why I keep the names of my exes..... Sorry, my mum's exes in here, I forget what doesn't exist anymore you see...

Oh, and don't worry - I told mum exactly what YOU'LL tell her if she asks tomorrow.

*States casually as I reach for a pair of scissors, which happened to be conveniently close under my bed, along with an assortment of other junk - to which, I'd mercifully cut open your bonds, freeing your arms and yanking my panties from your mouth*

You got called away for a meeting, which resulted in you being out late.
*I'd begin to recite, slowly moving my body up over yours to sit firmly on your chest - you were much to sore and fragile to retaliate right now even if you did have the guts to!*

And your car broke down on the way home, hence its disappearance!
*Smirks, lowering my head to let a slow string of spit drip down over your nose and mouth, before giving your cheek an aggressive slap*

I've told her, well... shown her so don't worry~ 

*Reaches for my phone and smiles, bringing up a few text messages, that I'd clearly sent to myself using your phone when I found it in your pocket earlier*

"Just to let you know, been called off for a meeting so will be back later than I expected, let your mother know I don't have her number yet!"
"No problem, will let mum know :)" - Becks
"I'm so sorry, car's broken down and had to take it to be repaired, may take a few days and now I'll be even later back, sorry guys"
"Don't worry about it, just get back safely, love you <3" - Becks

*Tilts my head as I let you quickly scan over it, giving a victorious snort and shuffling myself up your body to sit directly over your mouth, my slickened cunt resting squarely over your still broken nose as I give several aggressive punches to the side of your head*

Fucking pitiful loser, mum was SO annoyed that you missed dinner,-I- had to eat what she made you!

*Gives several more punches and laughs - not that we were in any danger of being heard or caught, again, my mum could sleep through just about anything!*

She said to sort yourself out with something when you get back but personally, I don't think I'm going to let you do that.

*Squints hatefully at you, slowly sliding my ass up over your nose, before sitting back heavily against your chin, forcing your mouth open under my asshole*

I think I'll sort you out with something... mhhh. Cunt.

 

I don't know how long it was in her dirty clothes hamper; hours certainly. I watched the subtle light of the sun above me turn dark, crickets began their song as their birds ceased theirs. Sprinklers. I think I heard some kids on the street playing but that could just be my mind going insane under her musty used garments. I could die in here and I'm sure she wouldn't care, she'd just dispose of me...or eat me; god how horrifying...but at least I'd be dead first.

I heard, suddenly, her footsteps stomping up the stairs. The door opened with a slam and closed the same way, effortlessly as the lick flickered on as my tormentor entered her room. I could feel the inertia and hear her soft grunting as she pulled the box out from under her bed; finally the lid opened, allowing the cool air to rush near me, especially as she started to shift the clothes to finally reveal my head in the sea of shirts, panties, and socks.

She uttered "hello there," sweetly but I could tell by her grin that it was anything but; she kept up her act a few movements more, mocking my total lack of comfort in this prison of her design; before finally strongly kicking the box over onto it's side forcing me to tumble out painful into a pile of clothes. My binds still tight and painful as ever, my mouth still gagged; I could only use my eyes to glare at her but to what end, what good would it do me? She was going to kill me when she's done torturing me; god I hope it's soon...

"Wow, couldn't even get out of a trap a girl made huh?" She asked, tauntingly as she takes a swift, hard kick to my ribs; I roll onto my back in horrific pain, I worry she may have cracked one or more of my ribs, maybe all my fucking ribs! God, fucking damn it!

My eyes squint in the light and, when finally they focus, they land on Rebecca, stark naked right next to me; her eyes narrowed, she glared at me but it had much more power against me than mine had against her.

"Well, not gonna lie Robert..."

She squats near me, I instinctively flinch and turn away slightly; she shakes her head like she's disappointed. Sighs.

"The amount you had in your wallet was disappointing, like seriously - what the fuck am I supposed to do with one hundred? I thought you were supposed to have a decent job, that's what mum said~ Ugh."

Her eyes lighten to a sort of smile, of course, that's before her foot comes up and presses forcefully down on my neck, crushing my windpipe and digging her toe nails into my skin.

"On the plus side though..."

I cringe and gasp for breath as I watch her fan a wad of cash; it was impossibly large, I'd never seen that much cash before...not at one time...how the fuck...arh!!

"Your car sold for a whoooole lot!"

Fucking bitch! Fucking bitch sold my fucking car! What a fucking cunt bag! What the fuck!! Fuck fuck....fuck...fuck it...what the fuck does it matter...was I ever gonna get to drive again anyways? Not unless she died before I did...

She pumps her foot down on my neck as she giggles, turning to admire her pricey earnings before stepping up onto my neck now, standing on it, as she drops the wad of cash on her nightstand. I gurgle and sputter out of breathe beneath her feet.

"What was it anyway, a Mercedes? A BMW? Fuck if I remember!"

I whimper out between the choking sensation as she drums her fingers listlessly on her diary and smiles down at me. Her other hand caresses her body down to her pussy which she starts to massage, gently, with just two fingers. She stares at me and purrs like a sadistic cat getting her kicks and watching her prey suffer.

"It's why I keep the names of my exes..... Sorry, my mum's exes in here, I forget what doesn't exist anymore you see..."

Just fucking kill me already, I wanted this to be over!

"Oh, and don't worry - I told mum exactly what YOU'LL tell her if she asks tomorrow."

She suddenly comes towards me with scissors, I get a bit afraid at first, very sure of what she's capable of and horrified by it. But she cuts my bonds from my arms and takes the panties from my mouth finally but I can still taste them, the fabric, the juices clinging to the roof of my mouth, clinging to my tongue, my taste buds.

"You got called away for a meeting, which resulted in you being out late."

She plops her butt down on my injured chest, I groan in such pain and can't fight her at all to get free. She continues her lie, reciting it to me.

"And your car broke down on the way home, hence its disappearance!"

She smirks and lowers her head from the light as a long, slow string of spit drips from her mouth to over my face, my nose and mouth. Followed by a swift slap across the face.

"I've told her, well... shown her so don't worry~ "

She pulls out her phone and grins at me as she shows the phone to me; a text exchange she manufactured between her and me:

ME: "Just to let you know, been called off for a meeting so will be back later than I expected, let your mother know I don't have her number yet!"

REBECCA: "No problem, will let mum know :)" - Becks

ME: "I'm so sorry, car's broken down and had to take it to be repaired, may take a few days and now I'll be even later back, sorry guys"

REBECCA: "Don't worry about it, just get back safely, love you <3" - Becks

She smiles wider as she knows I'm done reading and snorts victoriously as she shuffles forward to sit her asshole over my mouth as her cunt rested just painfully enough on my broken nose. She punches, from both sides, one after the other, my head with no regard for me at all as my nose bounced around her wet pussy, seeming to give her some sort of thrill but she quickly grew angry...well, she was always fucking angry.

"Fucking pitiful loser, mum was SO annoyed that you missed dinner,-I- had to eat what she made you!"

She punches again, and again, and again, laughing sadistically as she just kept punching my head over and over again with no fear she'd be caught.

"She said to sort yourself out with something when you get back but personally, I don't think I'm going to let you do that."

She squints at me with rage in her eyes, but still a smile on her face as she sits back, resting heavily against my chin as she forces my mouth open directly under her butthole.

I think I'll sort you out with something... mhhh. Cunt.

"No...no, please," I beg, weakly, muffled under her; "Don't! I'll just leave...I'll leave and never come back, never tell anyone...just don't shit in my mouth..."

 

Haha, no you dimwit - you won't go anywhere, you won't do anything unless I allow it. And what? Mhhhh

*A happy sigh would escape my throat as I push a sizable creamy log of shit from my ass, which would be forced straight down your throat with little regard for your cries of protest. I'd ignore them anyway, for now making you suffer was far more entertaining than anything you could have possibly had to say from yourself*

You think I'll just kill you and be done with it? Ahhhh....

*Bites my lip and seductively slides my hand down my body, resting my fingertips against my crotch as I begin to make small intricate circular motions with to massage myself, another dense log pushing into your mouth*

Fuck yes... Mnnnn.

*I'd give a girlish, feminine gasp, seeming to press down perpetually harder over your face as your body gives violent, involuntary lurches under me - you couldn't spit anything out, you certainly couldn't breathe either - all you could do for now was swallow*

Yeh fucking right toilet. Ahhh!

*Giggles and grabs at your hair with my free hand, most of your facial features would be obscured anyway - save your eyes, mostly so I could give you a continuous satisfied smirk*

Though I guess it is hard to find uses for old fucks who run out of things to give me... Hmmm.

*Glances up at the ceiling, a thoughtful, quizzical expression setting over my face as I ponder for a few long moments - my ass continuing quite casually to deposit mouthful after mouthful shit down your throat*

Oh well, we'll think of something won't we -aaah- Robert?

*My voice would taken on a familiar, chirpy tone as I ruffle your hair patronisingly in my hand, smushing my cunt down with my fingers against your nose, giving delighted little moans*

Oh which reminds me...

*My ass would desist for a second as I tilt my head to the side, again letting a long string of spit fall from my tongue against your forehead*

Try telling mum, she won't believe you. Wanna try leaving, running away? I'll hunt you down like a damn dog you stupid old bastard! Hahaha! Mnnnnph!

*I'd emphasise this statement by pushing a final, massive dump into your mouth, your neck bulging out an extra couple of centimetres as it struggles to accommodate the mass*

Ahhh fuck yeh...

*Lightly stands myself up off of you, feet resting either side of my head as I play with my sex for another good couple of minutes, occasionally exchanging you wicked, devious grins as I rub myself - though I'd eventually tired of this, turning myself around and treading over your towards my bed*

Oh, and try telling anyone else... See what happens fucker!

*Calls back and laughs over my shoulder before nimbly hopping up into bed, tucking myself comfortably in and rolling to face away from you, making no further eye contact*

Now get the fuck out of my room, do what you will until I have the displeasure of seeing that ugly face of yours tomorrow.

*Yawns, stretching my arms drearily above my head as I remain facing the opposite direction, cooing at you in a sweet, innocent voice*
Get lost. I'm trying to fucking sleep here~ 

"Haha, no you dimwit - you won't go anywhere, you won't do anything unless I allow it. And what? Mhhhh"

I keep shaking my head desperately as she speaks and smiles, then grunts and I watch, in horror, as a massive, creamy log of shit pushes from her ass and floods straight down my throat like a giant, disgusting worm of her putrid shit, with her ass pressed tightly against my face. I moan and scream as the shit fills my mouth to capacity as she shakes her butt proudly in my face.

"You think I'll just kill you and be done with it? Ahhhh...."

I hoped she would but I apparently wouldn't be that lucky. I can see her bite her lip as she slides her hand down the front of her body until her fingers rested just against her crotch; I could feel her rubbing, more fiercely suddenly as my eyes widened to a huge, dense log that now pushes through into my mouth, mashing the other shit deeper inside me on it's way in as I moan and shake; I feel like I'm gonna burst. My eyes water profusely.

"Fuck yes... Mnnnn," she gasps sharply as she pushes her butt harder on my face, pushing me deeper, somehow, into her asshole until oxygen was completely sealed out and I was left only to perpetually swallow her shit invading my mouth.

"Yeh fucking right toilet. Ahhh!"

She grabs my hair as she giggles, I can see her just above the crack of her ass; she smirks such an evil expression down to me.

"Though I guess it is hard to find uses for old fucks who run out of things to give me... Hmmm."

Her hair drifts downward towards me as she looks up to the ceiling, her eyes closed; another massive log starts to pump out, quite literally, as I sputter and choke beneath her, my throat forced to keep taking in her shits; connected to her ass like plumbing pipes. God this is so fucking disgusting! Why won't she just fucking kill me. I scream an inaudible moan and start to silently sob. Another flow of shit pushes down and takes my mind away from the humiliation for a second while I endure the pain of my jaw expanding beyond it's range to accommodate her unending shits.

"Oh well, we'll think of something won't we -aaah- Robert?"

She shudders a bit as she rubs her moist, drippy cunt down against my nose with her fingers as she gives delighted moans as my nostrils, desperate for anything but farts, snort in her thick juices and suffocate on them as they clog the nostrils like glue.

"Oh which reminds me..."

In a sudden moment, her ass stops and she turns to look at me; a long disgusting strand of spit hangs then crashes against my forehead as I flinch from the impact but I feel the disgusting, snotty aftermath of her silva.

"Try telling mum, she won't believe you. Wanna try leaving, running away? I'll hunt you down like a damn dog you stupid old bastard! Hahaha! Mnnnnph!"

That hadn't even crossed my mind but I'm sure she was right; I had no chance getting her mom's sympathies against her own daughter. I had no choice but to endure until she finally released me...which would probably be when she kills me. I could only hope it was any minute now as the massive, stinking pile of shit sits in my mouth as I cry and try to choke it down.

But she pushes out another big log that practically fills my entire throat and mouth again, I cringe and swallow a piece of the monster as I feel a huge pit form in my stomach, poisoned from the inside by her waste. My neck expands widely as the massive dump expands my throat a couple more inches.

"Ahhh fuck yeh..."

Softly, with the suction of her ass leaving my face, I felt her get up but my eyes were so full of water and residual shit that I could barely see; just feel her feet on either side of my head as her pussy drippings softly fell on me as she continued to rub herself with vigor and stare down at me with an evil grin and rub herself harder still until finally retreating away to her bed without a second glance.

"Oh, and try telling anyone else... See what happens fucker!"

Who would I tell? Who would believe me?

She laughs as she gets into her bed, getting comfortably under the covers; she turns away from me and I only see the back of her head.

"Now get the fuck out of my room, do what you will until I have the displeasure of seeing that ugly face of yours tomorrow."

She yawns as I slowly stand, my back cracking painfully, my mouth still full of her shit as it starts to dry and harden in my mouth like disgusting cement.

She coos, almost sweetly if I hadn't known better; almost like she was dreaming but I knew she wasn't, not yet, "Get lost. I'm trying to fucking sleep here~"

I could see a big grin on her face in my head, I was sure it was there had I looked but I tiptoed out and into the master bedroom where I spent at least another hour brushing and cleaning the remainder of her shit out of my mouth. Another thirty minutes I vomited involuntarily; her mom slept through it all. Finally I crashed onto the bed and fell instantly asleep.

 

*Another long night would pass, my mother would get up to leave for work appearing to be in too much of a hurry to say goodbye to you. Another couple of hours would go by, birds would chirp outside as you gradually wake up having not slept very well at all. You'd once again not be by yourself - I'd be in the master bedroom with you, sat upright on your chest in fact. Apparently you were as hard to wake as my mother, seeming not to notice the additional weight on top of you, not that I really weighed much anyway*

Oh good you're waking up I see.

*Noticing you stir underneath me I'd set my phone down on the side of the bed - which up until now I had been idly entertaining myself with*

You sure like to sleep a lot don't you? No wonder you can't keep my mum satisfied.

*Remarks bluntly while noisily chewing a piece of gum - which I'd remove from my mouth and press firmly to your forehead with my thumb, my free hand reaching for my pocket to replace it*

Remember what you've got to do today?

*Spits out the barely chewed gum against your cheek, sliding another piece into my mouth to replace that one*

Well I've decided to add to it. You'll be doing my laundry. and tidying my room, and oh.

*Repeats the little process I seem to have going on, pressing the gumwad against the tip of your nose this time*

Clean the toilet as well. I forgot to flush this morning.

*Giggles to myself, loudly chewing on yet another stick of gum as I hop down off your chest onto the floor, my hand reaching for my opposite pocket to produce a pair of panties*

Oh, and if you don't - I tell mum you've cheated on her. Simple as that.

*Smirks and leans over you, slowly letting the chewed substance roll from my tongue and land against your lips. I'd imeediately stretch my panties over your head and turn to leave - feeling I'd given you enough to keep occupied with during the day*

And if i catch you taking those off your head; I'll turn you into panties, go it? *Giggles*

*Strides purposely out of the room to head off downstairs, not even waiting for so much as a whisper in response - after a few moments you'd hear the distant murmur of the TV as I lay myself out lazily on the sofa to watch some singing talent show*

 

I start to feel a soft weight on my chest, my eyes flutter open to see Rebecca sitting on me.

"Oh good, you're waking up I see."

I scowl through her insults and watch as she plucks gum from her mouth and pushes into my forehead; she uses her free hand to grab another piece and start chewing loudly, obnoxiously.

"Remember what you gotta do today?"

I nod, pained.

"Well, I've decided to add to it. You'll be doing my laundry, tidying my room, and oh..."

She pulls another wad of gum from her mouth and plasters it on the tip of my nose.

She smiles, "Clean the toilet as well. I forgot to flush this morning."

She giggles to herself loudly as she chews another piece of gum, she hops down off my bruised chest. She pulls a pair of panties from her back pocket.

"Oh, and if you don't - I tell mum you've cheated on her. Simple as that."

She smirks and leans over me, letting her chewed piece of gum roll off her tongue and land right on my lips. Then she stretches the panties over my head, leaving the stained crotch right against my nose and mouth.

"And if i catch you taking those off your head; I'll turn you into panties, go it?"

She giggles again and takes off down the hall; I hear the TV turn on loudly downstairs with several bad singers playing at full volume.

I ache as I slowly rise from the bed, my back cracking painfully; I slowly limp into her room.

It's a total disaster of a mess but I just have to focus on one task at a time. I collect her undergarments and dirty clothes from the floor and the hamper; the panties over my face making it a little hard to see what I was doing or going. Finally I got all the laundry from the floor and awkwardly carried it to the washing machine; started it up.

I then headed back to her room and into her bathroom. I immediately shuddered at the sight.

It looked as if her shit had exploded out of the toilet bowl, there was some splatters against the wall, the mirror; a horrific mess.

I gagged momentarily as I started forward to look down at the toilet bowl itself; black and dark. I hit the plunger to flush the toilet but it didn't work...

God this is fucking disgusting...and several putrid hours later, I was finally done and the bathroom was spotless again...though I wasn't as her shit found it's way under my nails and all over my skin and clothes.

I returned to the laundry room to put her stuff in the dryer.

Then back to her room again to tidy up. It took another few hours, my back aching the entire time but I finally put the last item away and the room looked great.

I reported back downstairs to Rebecca to tell her I had completed her tasks.

I saw her sprawled out on the couch, watching TV. I didn't want to risk interrupting so I just stood there, looking stupid, with panties on my face, until she looked over.

 

*After a lazy few hours of literally sitting doing nothing watching the TV i'd be made aware of your presence in the room, stood behind the sofa looking dejectedly onward. Not that I'd dignify you with any attention for another couple of minutes as I choose to ignore you. Eventually my pretend fascination with the show I was watching would wane as I'd slowly turn my head to face you* Oh hi asshole! *My tone would be playful and chirpy as I swing myself up off the sofa and leap to my feet energetically* I didn't see you there! *Claps my hands together as I examine you from head to toe, looking very worn out and tired, and dirty all over, not to mention my panties still draped over your head, this brought a smile to my face* Room tidy I hope?  *Delivers a sharp punch to your gut* Laundry done I hope, toilet cleaned? *I'd reiterate these questions with two more punches in succession* How about some more chores while you're at it? *My eyes would gleam in delight as I edge myself up almost seductively against your tired body, bosom pressing up into your chest* I've got a tonne of homework for college and -  *My train of thought would be interrupted as I hear a dull whir from outside, my mother just getting back from work and pulling up in her car* Oh well, nevermind - another time, perhaps... Or not. *I'd begin walking forward, pushing you back as I do with little effort, keeping my generous chest pressed tight against yours, slowly dragging my tongue over my lips while staring you dead in the eyes - this was definitely acloaking threat. Eventually you'd find yourself backed into the hallway, pinned up against the wall by the foot of the stairs* Try explaining this one to mum, loser. *Knees you sharply in your crotch, winding you and making you almost entirely collapse on the spot, panties still hugging tight around your head as I turn my back smugly, hastily ascending the stairs as a silhouette approaches the front door* Enjoy! *Giggles, turning around to blow a kiss to you, not that you'd be looking in my direction, still half on the ground and struggling for breath - I'd disappear from sight at the top of the stairs and be already out of the way in my room as you hear a jangle of keys and the door inch open in front of you* "Hi everyone I'm home- Robert!" *My mother would explain, glaring daggers down at you* "Are those... Rebecca's? Are you some sort of pervert... What do you think you're doing!"