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Family Ties [bit, NightStalker73au]

Charlie watched the next couple of quick scenes unfold before his eyes. Taking a cut towards the end he dubbed and put the ones shot today together. The young lady who had been tied moved down the hallway, her naked ass in the outfit clearing imprinted with the welts from the strap used on her.


((Yes she can sneak a peek))
 
Sophie did her best. Honest, she did. She sat there and tried to do her studies, staying in the room that got stuffier by the second with anticipation. But it was lasting longer than she thought it would and, really, how was he even going to know? So the girl took baby steps, pushing but trying to give herself an out in case she got caught.

Her first little jaunt was to the bathroom across from her, scoping the place out and seeing what she had to deal with. There was a shower to back up her alibi, and then she walked back across to her room checking to see if anything had changed. It seemed clear. So the girl threw on a petal-pink button-up shirt along with pale-blue jeans. She slipped on some socks to keep her feet light and quiet and was good to go.

Sophie slipped out of the room easy enough, her breath shallow as she had never sneaked about anyone's home before. The girl probably wouldn't have had the courage to do something against her uncle's will, but the day before she'd had a drink of scotch - the first rule she'd ever decided to break. The hall was clear as Sophie made her way to the stairs that led to the first floor, poking her head so she could see look down. Again, nothing. This would be riskier, but she decided it was totally worth it, as she took a couple of the steps.
 
Charlie watched the young lady's ass move further down the corridor and out of sight, he knew she was heading to the kitchen to get something to drink. Chuckling he wondered what Sophie would think if she saw one of his stars, let alone that one in not just the outfit but the brands to her ass.
 
Her footsteps were light as she found her way down the stairs. Then a moment of panic struck when she heard somebody coming and immediately regretted her decision. She'd felt so big and bold, reduced now to trembling at the thought of being caught. So did the only thing she could think of and moved out of the way, shuffling behind a wall that would keep her hidden. Sophie swallowed a the lump in her throat and peaked out, trying to see at who was coming.

And then... well, she was startled. A small squeak escaped those mulberry coloured lips at the woman who walked by and she held her hand up. It was... honestly, she couldn't register what it was. For a second she blinked, hit with a sudden dizziness, sure that she was seeing something wrong. When it was the same still, Sophie was mortified. The woman stood there half-naked like it wasn't any big deal and when she turned around Sophie could see the abuse she'd been dealt.

What was this? At first she wanted to scream and tell her uncle that there was some crazy woman running around his house without any clothes on. And then it hit her that he probably knew.
 
Charlie returned to the dubbing and making sure it was all set for the next scene as she took her break in the kitchen. Her body moving around it gracefully, buttocks still yielding as she expected another blow from either a hand, paddle or strap. He would never know if Sophie had seen her take the empty bottle and ram it into her soaked pussy, the relief instant as the juices flowed down over it. Discarding the bottle she took another one with her and began to walk out of the kitchen down towards the rest of the crew.
 
The girl, really, had had no choice but to follow. Just for a little while longer - what if this woman had been some psychotic burglar? Sophie knew better than that and, yet, she couldn't help it. It was when she jammed the bottle in her that the girl fell back,both horrified and utterly astounded. There was a gasp as she picked herself up and fled in the opposite direction. All she knew was that the woman in the kitchen was something she did not want to be around, afraid of so many things at once.

She felt nauseous, not able to piece together everything that she had seen. Was it part of the film? If so, she wondered if her parents knew. Probably not - they would have never let her come. But... there had to be some other explanation. Her uncle had been nothing but cordial, surely he didn't condone such activities.

Her cheeks grew pallid as she thought about it more. Not only would he have to condone it - but the man would have to promote it. There was no way, she tried to convince herself, that he was in such an industry. And, yet, there was that woman so blatantly having her fill on the kitchen counter.
 
Charlie heard the girl come back, his eyes meeting hers as he nodded for her to join the cast in the corner. Going through the next few scenes with them making sure there would be no problems he smiled. The smell of sex was high in the air as the cast members mingled, his speech barely lasting ten minutes. No sooner it was over they took up their positions, the girl this time not tied down but already straddling a thick cock, another in her mouth.
 
Before anyone could catch her downstairs, deciding she'd seen enough (that well of curiosity not as bottomless as she'd though), Sophie softly but quickly padded her way up those stairs. From there on the second floor no one would bother her during the stretch to her room and still she made it as quick as possible, keeping her boldly blue eyes on the door, not wanting to see anything else.

When she was back in the safety of her room Sophie immediately threw herself into her studies, turning up that music, trying to drown out any noise from the downstairs. Now that she knew what the noises was there was a distinction and she could catch what was going on. Her stomach churned and she twisted that knob just a little more.
 
Charlie watched the next few scenes unfold just as they should, glancing at his watch and knowing the promise he had made to her he made a cut sigh and sent everyone home. On the way back to the kitchen he sighed loudly, made himself another coffee and waited.
 
With the music up (a compilation of one-hit-wonders and Tchaikovsky) she finally tuned everything else out. Still sick, the girl quietly damned herself for being so curious. She was worried terribly, barely able to concentrate. At least she couldn't hear anything else. Sophie troubled that lower lip to the point of puncturing. Rubbing at those temples, she gave up and pulled out some fiction she'd brought along to read in her spare time - something she'd enjoy.
 
Charlie made sure everyone had left, all doors closed and locked before taking his coffee along with some biscuits and a drink for her up stairs. Knocking on her door he spoke. "Sophie ready to help with your exams."
 
At first she didn't hear him, thinking it was more clatter in the background. Then it became more defined and she could tell it was her uncle's voice. Sophie hopped off the neat bed (choosing to study there because it was both comfortable and spacious, needing as much room as she could with the way she scattered things when she did any work) and clicked the music off.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Okay." She opened the door for him and turned to go back to her work space, trying not to look like she was guilty of anything.
 
Charlie waited and was about to turn back down the hallway when he noticed the door open. Watching her move back towards her desk he entered and closed the door with his foot. Setting the drink and cake down for her on the desk he took a sip of his coffee and spoke. "Which area would you like to start with first?"
 
"Let's do... Math, first?" The girl sounded exhausted, and felt itchy, so very uncomfortable. She looked her uncle up and down, wondering if that first impression was shaken at all. He looked the same, yes, still that same tall man with the pleasant demeanor. And, yet, everything felt off. A smile was feigned, looking obviously forced as she sipped at the drink he brought her.

"Yeah, let's do math." Repeating it, making sure that her tone came out level and smooth. Her gaze fell to the cake he brought and her stomach dropped, "You make that, yes?" Her thumb indicated what she meant.
 
Charlie heard her words and smiled as he took a few more sips of his coffee. His eyes never leaving hers as he spoke. "Yes I did make it and starting with Maths does seem a good choice."
 
"Probably in the kitchen, right?" And she grew a shade or two paler, her stomach churning. "Yeah, right on that counter, I'm sure." She looked at the cake numbly, quite for a minute as she tried not to register the image that kept insisting itself upon her.

"I'm not hungry," it came suddenly, the girl not realizing how crazy she sounded. "Okay. Math... math... math..." She sounded absent minded as she pretended to fish through all of her notes. "Oh, yeah! Math. Right." Sophie found the correct text and any notes she had taken.
 
Charlie heard all of her stammered out words and wondered what was wrong for several minutes, shaking it off he began to random ask her questions already knowing the answers. Making sure each question was harder before directing her to the laptop. "Go the quiz labeled sast12."
 
She would rattle off answers to each question, showing that, while she was socially awkward, the girl made an excellent pupil. And even though she wasn't feeling so hot, the girl managed to pump out nothing but what was correct.

"Okay," she wiggled the cursor on the laptop, pulling it out of sleep mode, "Right." When everything was loaded she pulled up the file. "There it is."
 
Charlie smiled and watched her move fingers to pull up the file, moving closer he leaned over her slightly as one hand rested lightly on her shoulder. His words spoken softly, hot breath hitting the exposed area of her neck. "Take the quiz. Think you should be rewarded to, possibly seeing one of my films later."
 
Such a terrible sensation ran through her when he touched her. That hand on her shoulder felt like iron, resting there heavy and firm, and that breath weakened her. She almost broke, almost admitted that she sneaked out and stole a peak and would very much like it if he wouldn't stand so close. There was nothing that felt right about it.

Her cheeks flushed when he mentioned seeing one of his films. No no no. There was no way.
"Okay," she said smally, not feeling that she could say 'no'. She'd been so excited earlier, pestering the man with her curiosity, and all of a sudden it died.

The girl could always feign a failing test, but her pride would not allow such a thing.

So she took it and, as expected, didn't have many problems. The girl only got one answer wrong - something that surprised her, feeling that she should have totally bombed it with all that was on her mind; all that rested on her shoulder.

"If you deem it appropriate," and she left the translation as to that last bit up to him completely, "then I suppose I could be, ah, rewarded with a film." She tripped over 'rewarded' feeling queasy.
 
Charlie's eyes watched her take the test, only getting one wrong he was glad about. Possibly him putting pressure on her or over doing the studying. Watching her body move he caught her and eased her onto the bed, leaving to return with a damp cloth placing it on her forehead. His eyes meeting hers as he spoke softly. "Sophie you are not in trouble but you stole a look today didn't you?"
 
Her blue eyes grew wide when he asked, and she shuffled up, sitting on the edge of that bed in protest. "No no!" Sophie lied, "Of course not! What? Me? No! Never!" The poor darling, she was awful at it. Anyone with any amount of human interaction could tell the hostility was unwarranted and obviously compensating for something.

Her eyes met his and she faltered. The gaze shifted down and back up. Then again. One more time. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came. Suddenly her cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink as she looked away, knowing that she sounded ridiculous, and needed to admit.

It came quietly, almost inaudible, but still there:
"Yes."
 
Charlie watched her move and heard all of her stammered out words. Time passed before her cheeks were flushed a bright shade of red almost and those whispered words could be heard. Smiling into her eyes he took a few more sips of his coffee before walking across to the desk. Closing off the laptop and work books he spoke. "Sophie enough studying. Now would you like to see one of my productions?"
 
Her brow furrowed, "What are you talking about?" Those lips, slightly redder from the subconscious bites she'd dealt them earlier, were held firmly. "I don't... I don't think I should." There were so many reasons that screamed against it and, yet, here he was, offering as if it wasn't anything. "I mean," and she felt so pathetic, but she was choked with the notion that parents had to either approve or disapprove of something, "I'm not allowed."
 
Charlie noticed her facial expressions and listened to her words, sighing on the inside he walked casually across towards the door. Opening it his eyes met hers. "Sophie only you can stop yourself from doing it here. I would like you to fully watch one."
 
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