Dick chuckled darkly as his hand teased the wet fabric between Samantha's legs, his voice dripping with malice. "Your daughter is sick, Rebecca. She gets off on disrespect. The more authority, the more she enjoys it. And when it's you, her own mother, she can't resist it, can she?" His fingers moved slowly, feeling Samantha squirm under his touch. "Is that why you brought this piece of shit home? You knew what would happen, didn't you?"
Samantha whimpered, her breath shallow, but didn't dare respond. The shame weighed on her like a heavy blanket, her body betraying her as she trembled against him.
Dick's hand slid further up, pressing harder, making her gasp. "And you like it, don't you?" he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Humiliation makes you wet. That's what you wanted all along, isn't it? To be treated like a worthless slut in front of your mother."
Rebecca's hands twitched in her lap, but she didn't say a word, her face pale, eyes locked on the scene unfolding in front of her.
"Answer me," Dick snapped, his grip tightening on Samantha's thigh.
"Yes..." she whimpered, barely above a whisper. Her eyes were glassy, filled with tears that never spilled over. She couldn't fight it anymore, couldn't deny the truth burning inside her.
Dick grinned, satisfied. "Thought so." His fingers pushed aside the damp fabric of Samantha's panties, sliding into her, making her moan despite herself. "A filthy whore who gets off on humiliation. Look how wet she is, Rebecca." His voice dripped with mockery, each word cutting deep. Samantha's body jolted, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation as his fingers moved inside her. Her legs trembled, but she didn't pull away—couldn't pull away.
Rebecca's eyes remained locked on the scene, her hands twitching slightly in her lap but making no move to stop it. There was a flicker of something in her expression—relief, satisfaction?—as Samantha squirmed in Dick's lap, the humiliation in front of her mother pushing her further over the edge.
"Look at her," Dick whispered, his breath hot against Samantha's neck. "Your own daughter, dripping on my fingers like the little slut she is."
Samantha's voice came out shaky, a mix of sobs and lust. "I-I... love it," she whimpered, her breath ragged, eyes still downcast in shame. "I'm... sorry, Mom... I'm so sorry."
"Say it louder," Dick commanded, his tone firm, leaving no room for defiance. "Let her hear how much you love being treated like this. How much you need this."
Samantha's breath hitched as Dick pushed deeper, his fingers hitting that spot that made her body arch, a whimper escaping her lips despite her best efforts to hold it in. "Beg for it," Dick growled, his voice hard. "You want more? Beg for it."
Her lips trembled, eyes squeezed shut, the shame of it all burning in her chest. But she couldn't stop herself. "P-please," she whispered, voice barely audible. "Please… don't stop."
Dick's grin widened, his fingers moving faster. "Louder," he ordered. "I want her to hear you."
Samantha's eyes flicked to her mother, tears welling up, but not from pain. "Please!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "Don't stop… I-I need it."
Adam, still bound to the couch, froze, his face paling as he processed what was happening. His breath hitched, disbelief flooding his wide eyes. "S-Samantha? What the fuck are you saying?"
But Samantha didn't hear him, her mind too wrapped in the humiliation, in the raw need coursing through her. Dick's fingers pushed deeper, curling inside her as she let out a trembling moan. Every part of her body betrayed her, the heat rising fast, uncontrollable. She hated herself for it, but couldn't stop.
"Good girl," Dick murmured, fingers working with practiced precision. "See, Rebecca? She knows her place now. Your little girl isn't as innocent as she pretends to be."
Rebecca's gaze didn't waver. If anything, there was a grim sense of acceptance, as if a part of her had always known it would come to this. She sat still, her hands resting loosely in her lap, lips pressing into a thin line, but she didn't look away.
Samantha's breathing grew more erratic, her hips moving unconsciously, grinding against Dick's hand as though her body had taken on a life of its own. She was past the point of shame, past the point of caring that her boyfriend was watching her fall apart like this. All she could focus on was the pressure building inside her, the fire he'd stoked, and the deep, shameful need to come.
"You hear that, Adam?" Dick's voice cut through the room like ice. He didn't even bother looking at the bound boy, his attention still focused on Samantha. "This is what she really wants. Not you. She wants to be treated like the slut she is."
Adam's jaw clenched, his face twisted with helpless rage. He yanked at the ropes binding him, but they didn't budge. "You're fucking sick, man. You think this'll end well for you? You're dead when I get out of here!"
Dick laughed, the sound low and menacing. "You're not getting out of here, Adam. Not until I'm done with her."
Samantha whimpered, her hands clutching the edge of the couch for dear life, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of release. Her gaze darted to Adam, a fleeting moment of guilt passing through her expression, but it was gone as quickly as it came. She was too far gone.
Rebecca shifted in her seat, crossing her legs as she finally broke her silence. "You've made a mess of everything, Samantha," she said quietly. "This is the consequence of your actions. Now you're learning, aren't you?"
Samantha's lips parted, but no words came out. Her mind was too foggy, too consumed by the intensity of what was happening, the friction between Dick's fingers and her raw, desperate need.
"Tell him," Dick commanded, his voice sharp as his fingers sped up. "Tell Adam you're done with him. He's nothing to you now."
Samantha whimpered, her thighs clenching as the first ripples of pleasure washed over her. "A-Adam… I—" She gasped, her body jerking as Dick's thumb pressed against her clit. "I-I'm done… w-with you."
Adam's eyes widened in disbelief. "S-Sam, what the fuck? You can't mean that! This… this isn't you!"
She whimpered again, tears finally spilling down her cheeks as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her body arched, every muscle tightening as her climax tore through her, leaving her gasping and trembling, completely undone.
Dick slowed his movements, watching with satisfaction as Samantha fell apart in his hands. He let her ride out the waves of pleasure, keeping her pressed firmly against him until her breathing steadied, her body finally going limp.
He pulled his fingers from her, sticking his wet digits to Samantha's trembling lips. "Taste yourself, whore. Taste how twisted you are."
Samantha's lips quivered, but she didn't resist. She opened her mouth, her tongue brushing against his fingers, her eyes filled with shame and submission. The taste of her own humiliation lingered on her tongue, but she didn't pull away. She couldn't. She'd already fallen too deep.
"Aren't you a good whore," Dick muttered, his voice condescending, his fingers still pressed firmly against her lips. "This is who you are now. Nothing but a toy for me to break whenever I see fit."
Samantha's eyes flicked toward Rebecca, hoping for some sign of disapproval, some small act of mercy. But there was none. Her mother sat still, watching with cold detachment, as if this was the natural consequence of her daughter's reckless behavior. The distance between them—mother and daughter—had never been wider.
"You deserve every bit of this," Rebecca said quietly, as if confirming Samantha's worst fears. "You brought him into my home, disrespected me, and now… you're paying the price."
Tears welled in Samantha's eyes, but they didn't fall. She nodded weakly, accepting the punishment, her body slumping further into submission. She couldn't meet her mother's gaze, couldn't bear to see the cold satisfaction in her eyes.
Dick shoved her off his lap, letting her collapse onto the floor in a heap, her body trembling with exhaustion. He stood, towering over her like a predator assessing its prey, his cold gaze never leaving her.
"After I'm done with you, you're going to clean this house spotless, aren't you?" His command. Without waiting for a response, he slapped her cheek.
Samantha nodded eagerly, the lust and shame still etched into her flushed face. "I will. I promise, Dick."
He smirked, satisfied. His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to meet his eyes. "Then let's start by cleaning me up. Prove you're worth something."
Her breath hitched, but she wasted no time. She crawled to him, her hands trembling as they fumbled with his jeans. When she finally freed his cock, her gaze locked onto it with a twisted blend of fear and reverence.
Samantha's lips trembled as she wrapped them around his cock, her eyes wide, glistening with unshed tears. Worship and lust burned together in the depths of her gaze as she sucked him deeper, her tongue swirling in a desperate attempt to please him, every movement driven by shame and submission. The degradation clung to her, but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to.
Adam, still tied to the couch, watched in shock, disbelief twisting his face into something pitiful. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. All he could do was stare as his girlfriend now knelt before another man, eagerly sucking his cock like her survival depended on it. "S-Sam... what are you doing?" he stammered, his voice shaking with disbelief.
Samantha didn't look at him. Her focus was solely on the man standing over her, her lips sliding over his length, sucking harder, faster, as if she could erase the shame by drowning in it.
"Look at him," Dick growled, as he yanked her head back by the hair, forcing her to face Adam. His cock slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she gasped for air, spit glistening on her chin. "Look at your little boyfriend, watching while you worship me. How does that feel, Samantha?"
She blinked, eyes darting toward Adam, the lust in her expression undeniable. There was no going back now. She had already fallen too deep. Her lip quivered as she stared at Adam's horrified face, but when her eyes flicked back to Dick's, there was only submission. She whimpered, her breath ragged, and opened her mouth again without a word, her tongue flicking out to trace the length of his cock, like a good girl eager for approval.
Adam's voice cracked, his eyes wide with confusion. "Sam! Stop! You—"
"Shut the fuck up," Samantha snapped, pulling Dick's cock out of her mouth just long enough to glare at Adam. Her eyes dark with lust. "This is so good... something you could never reach."
Adam's mouth opened, but no words came out. His eyes flicked between Samantha and Dick, helpless as the reality of the situation pressed down on him like a weight he couldn't lift.
Samantha didn't wait for a reply. She wrapped her lips around Dick's cock again, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly as she took him deeper. Her hands moved with a desperate urgency, like she needed to prove herself, to show that she was worthy of this moment. Every inch of her body screamed submission, her shame melting away with every flick of her tongue.
Dick watched her, his gaze cold and indifferent. "Look at that," he murmured, his hand gripping her hair, pulling her down further. "She can't even stop herself." He glanced at Adam, who was trembling, his face pale.
Adam's face twisted with rage and disbelief. "You fucking piece of—" he started, but his voice cracked, the words coming out weak, pathetic.
Dick chuckled, dark and low. "Watch how much she enjoys it."
Samantha moaned around Dick's cock, the vibrations sending a shiver up his spine. She was working harder now, her hands gripping his thighs, nails digging in, desperate for approval. He could feel her trembling, the heat radiating off her as she moved faster, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps.