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That's What You Get -- Lycan&Loveme

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LycanDesire

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It had been a long, hectic night at work. James arrived home late to find the babysitter already ready to leave. It was a good thing he had the weekend coming up, he got tired of seeing her face. The man paid her and sent her on her way. "Hey son, how's it going?" James looked down at his son while pulling off his jacket. Beneath, he had a polo shirt and slacks. He had a modest physique beneath that, but his gruff exterior made him look like a real asshole. "At daycare, that mean woman beat me!" James looked into his eyes suddenly. "S-She beat you? Where?" The boy, clearly as malicious as his old man, pulled up his shirt to show a rather intimidating bruise that he had gotten from falling into the coffee table earlier. "Oh my. I'm going to go give her a piece of my mind. C'mon, son!" James and his son Nicholas left their house and hopped into his SUV. He started it up and pulled out in a rage. The man blazed the streets all the way to the daycare center.

To his fortune, she was locking the doors and was on her way to her car, the only car in the parking lot. The daycare's parking lot was in the back, hidden from the outside road. "This is how you teach a woman a lesson." He informed his son, then he got out of the car. "Hey, you!" He walked over to the woman who looked at him with a clueless gaze. He grabbed her by her upper arm and slammed her into the side of her car. "You think it's cute to beat on children? My son has a god damned bruise on his ribs from your abuse! Get in the fucking car. I want you to apologize to him." The man started dragging her to the car, but he didn't have any intention of just letting her talk. James had a pair of handcuffs in the backseat; reserved for a girl who wanted such a fetish. He opened the door and bent her firmly over the seat. He pushed his hips against her ass and grabbed her arms roughly. Despite the screaming and fighting, he clearly overpowered her and he fumbled with the cuffs before snapping them on her. He grabbed her by her pants and hoisted her into the car. Before she could even speak, he grabbed a dirty workout towel and he shoved it into her mouth. She could taste his sweat on it. He closed the child-proofed doors and got into the driver's seat to start heading back to his house. "I'm gonna teach this bad woman a lesson, son."
 
It was the end of the day, Katerina was just finishing locking up the doors as she heard someone pulling in. Of course, the parking lot was in the back so it was hidden by thorough traffic. Noticing a man get out in a pair of nice slacks and polo, she glanced up. Thankful, she had her gray nikes on, a pair of dark jeans and the daycare's shirt on. Katerina hurried to her car, but it was no use. The man had shoved her against it. Hit..? No! I wouldn't do that... She thought to herself before answering the crazed lunatic. "What? No! I would never! Who are you!"

Whimpering, she felt the man pulling her by her upper arm towards his truck. Bending her over the seat, she saw the son. The boy who would never listen to her. Screaming and fighting, she felt him push her arms behind her back and handcuff them. Pulling her up by her pants, she was about to speak before he shoved te dirty rag in her mouth. Tasting salty, and dirty from sweat. She swtixhed her glaze from the father to the son and back again.
 
James drove them back to the house and he smiled at his son. "I'm going to teach you a lesson in showing an abusive woman her place." Sure, he was teaching his son a great lesson, but he was going to take great pride in showing her what it was really about. "Kate, right?" He was standing outside the door and he grabbed her upper arm to drag her from the SUV. He dragged her to the ground and he watched his son look up at him with pride. He was a hero to his son and it made his heart melt. He was going to just make this a harmless prank, but he wanted to please his son. With the girl on the ground, he struck her across the face. "How does it feel to be humiliated in front of those you torture?"

"I tell you what, son. Nothing will do you better in the long run than to see a woman's body exposed." He looked down into her eyes and smiled. Though, he contemplated it. Did he want to see her body exposed so soon, or did he want to savor this moment? He dragged her into the house even while she struggled viciously. James smiled and locked the door. He handed his son a small whip. "Go ahead. Take it out on her." He was teaching his son violence on women at an early age. The boy started smacking her across her shoulders, face, stomach, and even across her breasts. In the meantime, James stood back, just watching with pride. "Wait til it's just you and me." He mouthed and signaled to her.
 
Turning away from the two, she looked out of the SUV's window. Knowing she was in a world of trouble now. Watching as they drove, she looked at the man when ever she felt the SUV stop. Whimpering as she was pulled out and forced on the ground. Closing her eyes as the mans hand striked her faced. Already feeling it start to swell and throb. He let his son watch it, even join in on it. He shouldnt teach him that...

If it was'nt for the old rag in her mouth, she would of screamed out. Screamed out for help. He was going to expose her body to his son, but he changed her mind and drug her inside.The whole while she struggled, hearing the door lock she looked over to the son. Tears in her eyes as he began to hail down on her with the whip. Hitting anywhere and everywhere he could. Welps started forming on her bare skin, turning blue almpst immediatly. Then she saw what he said. Wait till we get alone... Screaming out, it was only muffled by the makeshift gag.
 
The man looked down at his son enjoying himself and he regretted having to pull the whip from his hand. "Well, son, that's all you get for today. I think it's time for dinner." He smiled widely at his son and he grabbed the girl by the arm firmly. He lifted her up off the carpeted floor and he threw her into the dinner chair. The man smiled when he went into the kitchen to get the chili that had been stewing all afternoon. He set three bowls on the table and he started to fill them full. He finally pulled the sweaty rag from her mouth and he smiled softly at her. "Let's get you something to wash out the taste of my sweat."

The man watched his son eat, but he also saw how his son watched intently as he carefully fed her like one would a child. "Be careful. It's hot." Yeah, he had kidnapped her, and yeah he had just beaten her, but she deserved to eat was well. He carefully fed her bite after bite. "Isn't that good?" He almost talked to her like she was a child, or a pet. It was like she more or less became his slave in a matter of minutes.
 
She was dragged to the dinner chair and pushed down in it. Whimpering softly as he pulled the old rag from her mouth. Smelling the aroma of the chili, she felt her stomach growl. Thankfully, he placed three bowls and filled them with chilli. One was her's, the son's and his. But of course, she could not feed her self with handcuffs on. So, the man fed her like a child. Having to admit it was good and was great to get the taste of sweat off of her tongue.

Trying to look straight ahead, not wanting to make eye contact with the son. Sitting quitely, she ate the food he gave her. It could be worse, not eating at all. Just ilke her body, she could feel it throbbing all over, looking at the welps that had formed from the boys whipping.
 
The man would feed her a little bit, then he would use the same spoon in his bowl to eat his chili. They were sharing the same spoon whether she liked it or not. The girl looked far too innocent to be abused in such a way. She looked like she was a church girl with a burning passion for her Savior. Yet, here she was, tossed in a chair and abused because he was an obsessive father. His son has always gotten the best, but in this case, James was feeling like he really got the best. Now that he was ready to rest from eating, he went ahead and started feeding her again. However, when he moved closer to her this time, he reached a hand down and carefully unbuttoned her jeans.

He continued to carefully feed her, instructing her not to squirm. "Don't go moving around or you'll spill this hot chili on yourself." He was steady with his right hand as well while his left hand pulled her zipper slowly down to the crotch of her jeans. He slipped his fingertip slowly inside to rub his fingertip lightly in between her nether lips. It was the slowest, lightest touch. He was just teasing her with what he expected when he got her alone.
 
Noticing they were sharing the same spoon, she kept eating. Not wanting to say anything in fear of being abused again. Shivering as she felt him undo her button on her jeans. Wanting to squrim, but knowing if she did she would be scolded by the hot chili. Jame's wasnt eating anymore, instead he was focused on teasing her. The girl that had supposebly abused his son.That was a lie of course.

Feeling and hearing her pants become unzipped, she whimper. Knowing that soon, and she was right. He would slide a finger down her panties. Messing with her lips. "Y...your son.. Is right there.. Don't you think you should wait.. till he is gone...?"
 
His finger inside her panties found her clit and he began to tease it seductively. There was nothing she could do about it because he kept steadily feeding her chili. "Shh, you don't get to tell me how to raise my son, you abusive harlot." From the other side of the table, his son shouted: "Harlot!" How humiliating was it to be called a slut by a child barely old enough to feed himself without making a mess?

James pulled his finger out of her panties and he sucked on it. The expression mirrored on his face was that of pure pleasure. "You taste rather delicious." He smiled and returned to dipping the spoon in his own bowl to feed himself.
 
Whimpering softly, she closed her eyes. Knowing she couldn't do anything about it. Thst she was stuck being fed by him. Like a baby... Hearing him call her a Harlot, then right behind his son called her one. He was teaching his son how to treat woman...

Opening her eyes as she felt his finger slide away from her. Seeing him as he licked his finger, then continued to feed himself. His son had made a mess... Mesmirized to how his father was treating her.

((Welcome back!))
 
When they had all finished eating, he stood up and started to get a rag. "Son, go hop in the bath and get ready for bed." His son got up and began running into the bathroom, but he stood in the doorway and watched as James made her get up and he moved her over toward the spot where his son had made a mess of chili all over the table. "Eat it up."

He slipped behind her with her arm firmly grasped in his hand and he pushed her head against the table to rub her face in the scattered mess of sauce, beans, and ground beef.
 
Katerina pulled against him. Now that she had no hot chili to worry about. Fighting, she foud herself face first in the kids mess. Struggilibg against him, feeling her face and hair mop up the mess he had made. Whimpering, she was glad that it wasn't
hot.

Also disgusted that she had to clean his mess up.. He should clean it up. It was his son. Looking around, she saw the mess was gone. Well, sort of. It was all over her now. "Let me go!!"
 
Sure, she struggled and he fought to hold her in her place before he threw her to the kitchen floor. Before she fell, her body hit the sink and knocked over a tower of plates. Luckily, none of them broke when they crashed into the second sink. "You wanna make this hard on me, bitch?" He thought his son was gone, but he was right behind him. James turned and saw him. "Son, I said go take a bath." He spoke calmly to him, but not so calmly to her.

Instead, James felt his son tug on his shirt. "She needs a bath more than I do, Daddy." Of course, this melted his heart and he nodded. "She sure does." He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to her feet, then dragged her into the bathroom. He locked the door and his son watched as he took one cuff off. He pinned her roughly to the wall and stripped off her shirt, and then he unclasped and removed her bra. Once that was done, he cuffed her hands back together and he pulled down her already unzipped pants before he pulled her panties off as well. He moved her forcefully into the bath tub that was already full of water. There she was, naked in front of two men; one boy too young to recognize how taboo this was. James submerged her head in water and poured shampoo in her scalp. He started scrubbing it in roughly.
 
Crying out as she hit the sink, then the floor. Squinching up as she heard the clatter of dishes falling. Hoping they wouldn't break or fall on her. Before she had time to do anything, she was pulled up and dragged to the bathroom. This couldn't be good. Being pulled up so fast, only added to the headache and pain she felt.

Whimpering as she held her against the wall. Taking her shirt and bra off, she felt her breast become free. Next came her pants and underwear. Hoping he would leave the cuffs off, she hoped for nothing. She was forced into the water. James scrubbed her head, getting all the stuff out. Coming up as she gasped for air.

((am I doing ok?))
 
(Yeah, you're doing okay.)

James dunked her head again when the shampoo had been thoroughly applied. He picked up a wash cloth and washed her face of the chili. He grabbed her wrists and forced her to stand. "Son, when you have a woman, you need to take good care of her. You've got to keep her shining -- polished like a trophy." He soaped up the rag and he started at her shoulders and began scrubbing her skin roughly in small circles. First the collarbone, then he started moving down to her breasts.

James made it a point to squeeze and "accidentally" pinch at her nipples and when he scrubbed down her abdomen, he leaned in to whisper into her ear. "You should feel ashamed being aroused in front of such a young, innocent boy." He pulled back and the rag brushed over her clit and her labia. At first it was just a teasing touch, but then it escalated into a massaging that looked like he was just polishing his trophy, but he knew what he was doing. "See, son. You've got to make your trophy shine."
 
Now that her hair was clean, he moved to her body. Scrubbing away at it roughly. Moving away, she wanted away from the physco.. Away from the place. She was being punished for something she hadn't done. The boy was a lier. Whimpering as he massaged at her breast, pinching them.. Then saying it was an accident...

Closing her eyes, she felt the wash clot scrub and massage at her clit. Whimpering, she tried not to show anything. The son was to young.. To young to know what was happening. Even the father told her she should be ashamed.
 
James smiled and turned the woman around roughly. He scrubbed the cloth firmly from the top of her back down to the bottom. He made sure to thoroughly wash down her ass and thighs before he tossed the wash cloth aside. Now he pushed her back down into the water and he began running his hands over her to rinse her off. Despite how she would struggle, his hand went back in between her thighs and he rubbed her pussy with his bare hand.

His son was far enough back that he couldn't see what his hand was doing, but when his middle finger slipped inside that delicious, innocent cunt, he pounded it firmly. His eyes looked into hers. For a second, he thought he felt admiration for this girl.
 
She would of liked being bathed, if it was under differnt circumstances. Now, she was all clean. Pushed back in the water, she felt it engulf her as he wiped the soap off. Next, he continue to tease her. Rubbing at her thighs...

Closing her eyes, she felt him pound away at her with his finger. His sons view was blocked fron his fathers back. It was a good thing too. She couldn't help it, she moaned out as he continued to pound away.
 
The man finally decided to give her a break. He pulled away and pushed his finger into her mouth. She could taste the faintest taste of soap, but then, there it was. The overwhelming taste of her own pussy. James pulled away and got her out of the tub. He dried her body to completion with the towel. "I'll remove the cuffs on one condition. You have to wash my son for me." He drained the water in the tub and he gave her his robe to wear.

He got her a fresh wash cloth and he sat down on the closed lid of the toilet with a leg crossed in a manly manner. "Go ahead. Be quick with it. It's his bedtime." James looked at his watch, then he opened a magazine to casually read. His son stripped of his clothes and climbed into the tub, waiting for the water to come back up. "You're my best friend, Mommy." James heard this and it seemed to sting his ear. He liked her...after all she had done?
 
Pulling his robe on, she rolled the sleeves up. Watching the water rise in the tub as the son stripped. Climbing in, she grabbed the washcloth. "Thank you..." rubbing her wrists, she started to dip his head under.. Washing his hair and rinsing it.

When she heard him call her mommy, she turned to James. Not
knowing what to say, she kept cleaning. Moving to his body, she whimpered and cleaned his body thourghly. Rinising him off, she pulled him out and strtes to dry him off.
 
James sighed and waited for her to be finished. It had taken longer than he expected, but still, when it was over, he nodded and walked over to her. He grabbed her wrists firmly and returned them to the cuffs. When he opened the door, he left his naked son to go running toward his bedroom. He closed it back briefly to look into her eyes. "I don't understand...he called you: Mommy. He never refers to women like that."

Still, James had that strange grin on his face. "Well, I guess you know what time it is." He looked at his watch, but he didn't care what time it was. He was about to do things to her that would give her nightmares for weeks. The man politely lead her to his bedroom, then he closed the door. He set a chair in front of the doorknob to make exiting difficult. He briefly walked in to see his son in a pair of underwear. He tucked him in shortly and kissed his head. "Good night, son. See you in the morning." When he came back, he removed the chair and opened the door to see her. James closed and locked the door and, with a grin on his face, produced from the cabinet a stun gun. He touched the prongs to her wet skin and gently click it for just a second. He enjoyed feeling her body jerk and squirm. "Not a sound. My boy's trying to sleep."
 
Watching as the boy ran out to his room, her gaze fell back to James. Hearing him speek.. She replied. "I don't know why he did.. Maybe it's cause he likes a woman here...?" Whimpering softly as pushed the handcuffs on her wrists once more. His son was going to bed, which meant he was about to have fun with her...

Standing in the mans room, she watched him leave. Looking around the room, she heated something push against the door. Knowing she couldn't escape. Trying to move her wet hair from her face, she watched as James entered the room and locked the door her eyes widened as she saw the stun gun. "No.. Pl-" She couldn't finish her sentence. He had pressed it against her wet skin. Katerina dropped to the floor. Her body spasming.
 
James's eyes filled up with lustful desire at her pain. "All the more reason for me to not get rid of you." He smiled and brought her to her knees right in front of his hips. The look in his eyes showed her that he knew exactly what he wanted her to do to him. With the stun gun pressed to her neck, just under her jaw, he pulled down his lounging pants. Beneath his boxers hid a thick erection. When he pulled down the boxers, it sprang forward. The man felt his heart race when he saw her just look at his dick.

He couldn't interpret the look in her eyes, but he wrapped his hand around her wet hair and he began to ease her closer to his dick whether she liked it or not. When he stopped pulling her head closer, his cock throbbed against her moist lips. Just the soft touch felt amazing. He knew, too, that if he used to stun gun, she'd bite down in shock. He hoped the fear of it was enough to force her submission.
 
She was his, his and only his. From this point on, she knew she wouldn't be able to do anything... Anything on her own free will. The stun gun hurt, hurt like hell. She knew that she didn't want to feel that pain again. But it was when he brought it to the bottom of her neck. Right under er chin. She whimpered, feeling her self be pulled to him.

His length sprang out when it was set free, and she knew what she had to do. Her lips opened, taking him in. Feeling it tasting it in her mouth, closing her eyes she began to suck at it. Suck at the tip, then moved further down.
 
James felt his cheeks redden a bit and he let out a soft gasp. "Oh wow...you're no stranger to sucking a man off, are you?" His words had to sting. They were humiliating and he knew it. His fingertips curled in her wet hair and he pulled at it slightly as an expression of arousal. The man let out the softest groan to accompany the way her lips moved deeper on his member. He was around 7" long, but she made it look easy; she looked easy.

He pulled her away and grabbed the edges of the robe. He literally disrobed her and crawled onto the bed. With the steel prongs of the stun gun digging into her jaw, he pulled her onto the bed and he moved her so that she would have to straddle his face. "What a delicious and slutty smelling cunt." He mused. The stun gun touched her rib cage while her face as over his cock and his lips ran along her clit, just teasing her.
 
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