Stepdaughter's bill paid

My friend Mika, the darker of the two of us, is sitting next to me by the computer and starts to spin out this fantasy revolving around a stepdaughter. Mika says suppose a man married with a hot stepdaughter suddenly becomes single again due to the tragic death of his wife.

Mika gives more background: Five years a wonderful marriage. The only blemish being his wife had a spoiled temptress of a daughter. Five years this man has been around this parasite of a stepdaughter. He did well for a living and she made sure she spent as much of it as she could. The girl could not ever be disciplined....something her mother insisted on being responsible for...and failed miserably at it. The years went by and now 19 and the mischief kept getting worse. Upon her mother chalking up a spending binge with her friends in Vegas with credit cards lifted from his wallet as "a simple error in judgement", he gave up thinking he had any control of what was going on in his house.

The only thing that made it bearable, was seeing the daughter blossom. She knew it too. She liked to walk around the house often in panties and quite often in thin t shirts without a bra. Nipples pounding to get out. He thought he was able to catch a look or two without her noticing...but she knew. When she made his life hell enough, she began to fancy being able to seduce him to break up his marriage. When she found cause to be close to him one day when they were in the house, he said to her, "I would never give you the satisfaction of breaking up my marriage." She was not accustomed to men turning her down...and got even by getting in her Mom's head by saying that several pairs of her panties had disappeared over the last few months. He dreamed of payback. That day was fastly approaching.


Now quite a few days had passed since the funeral, and the days of unexpected visitors to wish their good wishes had dwindled. The stepdaughter, enters the house. She handling the grief of losing her mother by taking her Mom's credit card to the mall and carrying in so many bags that she could hardly carry them inside. A look of disgust from the man, she says, "Mom's will should be able to cover this with no problem". She goes to her bedroom and locks the door. A lot of tension in the house these days. She is has some doubts as to whether her stepdad has the guts to kick her out of the house. That should have been the least of her worries. Her sucker stepdad knocks on her locked bedroom door and tries to think of something to say to get this spoiled brat to open the door. "You dropped one of your packages", he says. The door opens and he barges in.


She gets what she has been asking deserving of for years. He slaps her so hard she sails across the room and hits her head on the wall. Dizzy and in shock she is conscious, but in no shape to keep him from tying her up. Course rope tightly around her wrists and ankles....slowly completely aware of what is happening to her as he makes a comment about making THIS pair of panties disappear and he stuffs them deep into her mouth. He lashes them in place with a strip of cloth.

He yanks her bound body off the floor and tosses her on the bed. A sharp knife cuts away her clothes. He tells her it's time to pay some of her bills as he lifts her ass into the air and grabs her hair...pulling her hair back. He takes her viciously over and over. Hours later telling her what the plan is. "You've made threats to your mother several times about running away whenever I've objected to any of your bullshit." He snarled, "this time you ARE running away...for good". "But I think we can have fun for three or four days before I have to bury your fine ass in some cornfield".

I look at Mika just shaking my head. He twitches his nose at me..."yeah right", he says.

Some people watch Christmas shows and get
get Christmas spirit...I watch them and wonder
just what the Bumble wanted to do with Clarice.