8 comments/ 24940 views/ 15 favorites Step-Mommie Dearest By: Smokey125 SS21: "Step-Mommie Dearest" *** This is another case in which I wish these stories could be posted under more than one category. For example, while "PM" could fall under either BDSM or Non-Consent, this one could also belong to either of those, or Lesbian Sex in this case, although...well, actually, I don't want to give you any spoilers, so I'll let that go unfinished. Oh well, I prefer to classify stories like this as LesBDSM, a combination genre, though on the site it will be just plain BDSM, as it's more that than anything else. This is story #21, odd-numbered, so you know what that means: it's ax-grindingly evil! (I might be a little passionate with my G.R.A. in this story (or, I should say L.R.A., even though I'm S.), but it pays off in the end.) So once again... *pause for dramatic effect* ...you've been warned. *** August 11th, 7:33 p.m. "Thanks!" called Jessie, giving the cabbie fare, tip and a grateful wave as she shut the door. "Bye!" The taxi pulled away, leaving Jessica Rae Townsend standing in front of her house with handfuls of luggage and a bulging backpack over her shoulders. Making sure she had a firm grip on all her suitcases, she heaved a breath and lugged everything to the front door, mentally rechecking with herself where she'd placed her key. Oh, was it ever so good to be home. Well-to-do, 23-year-old Jessie Townsend had just completed not one, not two, but three entire consecutive semesters studying abroad, in a western European triangle: one in Spain, one in France, and one in Great Britain. After one semester of polishing up her rudimentary Spanish and one trying to hone her very rough French, England was a welcome break and a great relief from the trials of multilingual communication. While Jessie one and a half years ago was not certain what she wanted to do with her life just yet, she certainly had her pick of opportunities. She'd been dealt an amazing metaphorical hand of cards. She was the daughter of a talented pediatrician with an astonishingly successful practice, and she was a gifted, hard-working student with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. She burned through her first twelve years of education with genial alacrity, graduating high school when she was barely 17. The next four years of tireless study and venture at Denmore—the scholastic academy that had earned itself a reputation of being "exclusive," due to its population of students at least on the border of upper-classdom—resulted in a scholarship that sent her packing her bags. Actually, the scholarship only covered her for two semesters, but as William Townsend wanted his only child to be able to experience all the cultural study and academia she could soak up, he decided to kick in for a third himself. Jessie couldn't express her gratitude adequately. Her whole life, while providing fairly lavishly for the family, William was always careful not to lay it on too thick or shower his little girl with money or gifts. She was his princess, he loved her more than anything in the world, and he didn't want her growing up spoiled and privileged. But he finally decided to make an exception in this case, as she was now fully grown and could potentially win herself the chance to do anything she wanted. For two decades, it seemed as if virtually nothing could go wrong in young Jessica's life. Then, when she was about to hit her 20s, a terrible thing happened. Her mother left. All three hearts were broken by the unfortunate occurrence, but...she had fallen out of love with them. Sadly enough, it was as simple as that. She couldn't even explain it herself; all Jessie knew was that one innocent day, at first glance like any other, her own mother, one of the two most special people in the world to her, began crying out of nowhere, and gave her and William one last hug and kiss goodbye. It tore her apart, but, even though she couldn't understand it better than anyone else, somehow, it was just something she had to do. Jessica let another year pass, and once she'd had some more time to reassess things and grieve her mother's absence, she decided to take advantage of her scholarship for all it was worth. She thought this trip could do her much good in several ways, and also be a lot of fun. The last way she wanted to feel was that she was just putting the memory of her mother behind her, or living in denial, but she'd come to the decision at last that at some point she couldn't mourn anymore, that she had to get on with her life. The future in front of her remained bright and fruitful, if only tainted by this single tragic event. Her heart still ached whenever a memory of her mother presented itself, but time continued to pad and soothe her pains. She hoped her mother could be happy, whatever happened. Jessie had to this point been considering getting a place of her own, but this such sudden, alarming turn of abandonment changed her plans for her. She decided instead to stay with her Dad for at least a couple more years, both to keep him company, and also because she now saw that time spent with loved ones was not to be taken lightly or for granted. As doubtful as she consequently felt about going away for school, William finally convinced her that he'd be happier knowing she was making such a solid investment in her future, even if it meant not getting to see her for a while. Finally, she'd arrived back home after this exciting year and a half. For the last couple weeks of her program abroad and the whole way home, all she could think about was seeing her father again and hugging him until she couldn't breathe anymore. When she finally got inside and got all her baggage in, the situation she'd had in mind turned out pretty similar to the reality. She jumped in her Dad's arms and almost broke out into tears just being back with him. She'd been looking so forward to returning to their old life together. Nothing would ever be the same as having her mother there, of course, but she thought, well, by God, if I can still at least have my Daddy with me, I'll take him. "Hey, Jessie!" William greeted her heartily. "Oh my God, I missed you so much." "Oh," she exhaled. "I missed you too, Dad. I'm so happy to be back home." "Aw, you wouldn't be lying to your old man just to spare his feelings, now would you?" "Dad, have I ever lied to you before?" "Never." It was perfectly true; Jessica had literally not once ever told her father so much as a little white fib in her entire life. "So how was Europe?" "Oh, ab-fab. But I'll tell you what, I'm so wiped right now, you give me a good night's sleep, in my own bed, and I will tell you every last detail of my trip in the morning." He smiled. "You got it, babe." Then he did something Jessica wasn't prepared for. He said, "Just one thing first, if you would. Come on into the living room with me. There's someone I want you to meet." "Huh?" she said, removing her backpack and dropping it on the floor. "Who?" A few steps in, Jessie noticed whom her father was talking about. Sitting on the corner of the couch was a woman about her Dad's age, early 50s, reasonably attractive, a bit plump, strawberry blonde hair, turquoise eyes, in a calf-length purple velour dress that didn't actually reveal very much at all: only her neck, hands and legs were visible. Her legs were delicately crossed. When she looked up to see Jessica, she stood to greet her. "HI!" she said cheerfully. A little too cheerfully, perhaps, Jessie thought. Almost as if she were trying to sound like Jessica's mother. She had long arms and was a couple inches taller than Jessie. She also had on a pair of large-framed glasses that seemed to double the circumference of her eyes. They made her look like a caricature. "You clearly must be Billy's beautiful young lady!!" Uh, thanks. "Hi," she returned. "Jessica." Jessie gave her a handshake with her normal grip, but it felt to this woman like a tight squeeze. "Ooh!" she said with a small wince. "Jess, like you to meet Gretchen Peterson," William introduced them. "Oh, well, hi, Gretchen. Nice to meet you." "Oh, you don't have to call me Gretchen, sweetie!" Gretchen said, waving her off. Um... "Really?" asked Jessie, a little confused. She chose to forego the implied, What DO I have to call you? "That's right, Jess," William took over. "Gretchen and I actually met just a couple months before you came back." "Oh, really?" Jessica repeated, a little apprehensive all of a sudden. "So...she's a...pretty good friend?" Not that I immediately don't like her or anything, but, at least for right now, I'm not quite ready for her to be more than just a friend, she mentally prayed. Gretchen laughed. "Well, I'm a little more than just a friend!" she edified, giving Jessie's hair a cordial tousle. Gee, thank You very much for listening. Her father dropped the bombshell on her. "She's my fiancée!" he announced. Jessie abruptly felt as dizzy as had an anvil fallen on her head. She looked back and forth between them. "W—...what?" "That's right, sweetie!" Gretchen confirmed. "So now you have to call me Mom!" She looked back and forth between them. "W—...what??" "Yep!" William put his arm around Gretchen and they exchanged a good, long, loud one, with a mutual, "Mmmmwah!" Turning subsequently back to Jessie, they gave her a unisonous, "Surprise!" Jessica may not have been exactly horrified, but she definitely wasn't prepared for such uprooting news coming right back in the door after a year and a half overseas at school. Suddenly, going upstairs to her room and collapsing in her bed wasn't the only and foremost thing in her mind anymore. She wouldn't immediately veto giving the woman a fair chance, but she was really looking forward to coming home and spending some quality time with just her Dad. On top of which, she wanted her Dad to be happy, but...she didn't want another, new Mom. She wanted the woman who'd given birth to her. She wanted her own real mother back. For a couple moments she said nothing, but just darted her eyes back and forth between them, her mouth a few inches ajar. When she finally activated her vocal chords and pushed a word through her lips, it was a simple, matter-of-fact, "...Wow." They giggled giddily. "I know, right?" her Dad grinned at her. A couple of months? You've only known her a couple of months, and you're getting married? Jessie was dumbstruck. But when she looked in William's face, she noticed something. In his eyes was an extra glint of happiness she hadn't seen since her mother was around. Maybe she should try looking at this from his point of view. Gosh, she thought, It looks like he really does love her. I guess she actually makes him happy. After thinking about it for a few moments, she told herself this initial apprehension of hers was inane. What did she expect him to do, after all, just grow old and die without any further lady companionship in his life? Don't be a jerk, Jess, she told herself. So the woman's maybe a little on the eccentric side. It's hardly an airtight reason to dislike her. It's not like she's taking him away from you; he's still your Dad! And if she makes him happy, isn't that all that really matters? She smiled. "Well, that's...that's terrific, guys!" She gave them a simultaneous hug, one of them in each arm. "Congratulations!" When they broke from the hug, she asked, "So what do you do, Gretchen?" "Oh, I work for a Christian matchmaking service! It's such a great job, helping folks find their soulmates. And as for me, one day your gorgeous Dad walked by, and I just had to snatch him right up!" Gretchen laughed, vigorously rubbing William's chest. Jessie nodded. A small red flag popped up at that 'C'-word, but she ignored it. "Well, it...sounds pretty rewarding." "You bet your buttons it is, sweetie!" she enthusiastically agreed. "Oh, but that's enough about me; I'd much rather hear about your trip! Did you have a good time?" "Oh! The best," Jessica replied with fatigue, wiping an imaginary bead of sweat from her forehead. "Now my energy's kaput." "I don't doubt it!" said Gretchen. "So did you meet a lot of cute guys?" Jessie's eyebrows slowly, befuddledly arched as she turned to her father. He shrugged in silent reply. She looked back at Gretchen. "I...guess...maybe," she hesitated. "But...I wouldn't really know. I definitely met a couple really cute chicks, though, I'll tell you that!" she chuckled. "Wish I could've gotten my nerve up to ask out one of those hot European girls, but of course, it wasn't like I was gonna stay there forever. I could hardly've gotten anything off the ground with them." Gretchen's expression regarding her turned far more confounded than Jessie's was two moments ago. "I'm...not sure I understand," she said, her tone losing its bouncy affability for the first time. "Understand what?" "'Hot European...girls'?" Jessica's countenance again mirrored the confusion of Gretchen's. "Well...my...Dad did tell you I'm a lesbian, didn't he?" Gretchen's eyes popped wide open. It was her turn to be dumbstruck. Her hand even went over her mouth, as if Jessie had just unloaded a shocking atomic secret on her. Turning back to William, almost accusatorily, she replied, "No...he didn't." William's initial reaction was another innocent shrug. "I...didn't see that it mattered," he explained to them. "I also didn't mention that she has hazel eyes. But yes, Gretch, as it turns out, my daughter's gay. It doesn't really make a difference, does it?" he asked her. Gretchen was silent for a few moments. "Well...no, no, of...of course not," she said finally, the words stumbling over each other. But Jessie could tell that was a through-the-teeth lie. She'd seen that facial expression and heard that tone dozens of times before. Neither it nor the lie particularly shocked her, but the next thing Gretchen said kind of did. Leaning in closer to William, not wanting his daughter to be able to hear her, she whispered—but not quietly enough—"Is that why her mother left?" WHOA...really?? Jessie turned her own widening eyes to the floor and swallowed. "Um, I'll just be going to bed now," she announced emphatically, heading for the stairs. "Love you, Dad. Nice, uh...to...meet you...Gretchen..." she forced out. Once she got out of their line of sight, she clenched her hands into angry fists and let out a few choice words under her breath. She thought she heard her Dad downstairs saying to Gretchen something about "inappropriate," but she didn't listen. She was too frustrated and tuckered out. She tried to keep repeating to herself, She makes him happy, I just need some sleep, she makes my Dad happy, I just need some sleep, she makes my Dad happy—though God only knows why—I just need some sleep... She hadn't been lying when she'd said all her energy was gone. The jet lag and the long ride home had knocked her pretty well out, but she wasn't going to be able to actually sleep for a little while now. She'd calm down and watch some TV to get her mind off it for the moment. And then she was sure everything would turn out better in the light of morning. *** August 12th, 7:46 a.m. Wrong. She had almost completely forgotten the brief, less than pleasant encounter the previous evening, but when she got back downstairs past the living room into the dining room, there they were, both of them, sipping coffee. "Oh, you're, uh...you're still here," said Jessie, trying to keep her tone civil. "Well, of course, Jess!" chuckled her Dad. "You're gonna be seeing a lot more of this lady, you know!" They showed her the rings. She took a breath and tried to be rational. She was rested and refreshed now, she could handle this like an adult. Okay, all right, okay...maybe...maybe what happened last night was just...an anomaly. Yeah, that's it. The lady let something slip out that happened to be...well, pretty damn offensive, but...maybe it won't happen again. Yeah, probably it won't happen again. I...I probably just need to get to know her a little. And vice versa. "Well, uh...what're you guys having for breakfast?" she asked, walking by them to the kitchen. "Oh, I think I've already had my breakfast," she heard Gretchen euphemize, in a voice dripping with naughtiness. "Why, you bad girl!" William laughed, echoing her saucy tone. OH GOD ALMIGHTY...kindly excuse me while I go throw up. "Um, never mind," she said, turning back around, "I'm not really hungry anymore." They both laughed again, thinking she was joking. She was about to go back to bed when her Dad said, "Come on, babe, sit down." Must I? But she returned to the table and did as her father asked. They repeated their mutual query from the previous evening about how her trip went, which actually turned out to be a nice diversion. Telling them everything she could recall as she gathered together more and more details proved a good way to take her mind off the displeasing rapport of their sexual debauchery. By the time 8:30 rolled around, Jessie'd started to enjoy herself in their company. "Well, Jess, I'd love to stay and hear more, but, duty calls," William sighed, rising from the table and heading to his bedroom to change into his day clothes. "Oh, but you can still tell me more about Europe, sweetie!" exclaimed Gretchen. "I've always wanted to go." "Really, you've never been to Europe?" "Oh, I've never been anywhere outside the good old U.S. of A." "Wow." "Oh, no, wait a minute, actually, I take that back," Gretchen corrected herself, "I did go on a cruise to Mexico back in the...oh, when was it...the late '70s, probably." She chuckle-scoffed. "Trust me, sweetie, when you get to be my age, it starts to blur together." They gabbed a little more, geography and travel segueing back to Jessie's education and from there to future career choices. Well, this isn't so bad...it's not bad at all, Jessie thought, feeling better, now barely able to remember their near-altercation a mere twelve hours ago. Maybe I just misjudged her. "So what do you want to do when you finish school?" Gretchen inquired. "Y'know, I'm not really sure," pondered Jessie pensively. "When I was younger I wanted to be a nurse...but that was mostly 'cause my Dad's a doctor...as you well know," she added. "Then for a while I thought being a musician would be kinda fun. But lately, I've actually been more leaning towards being an athlete." "Oh, you mean like perhaps a tennis player?" "Maybe...or a golfer, something like that." "Oh, I love tennis," said Gretchen. "Golf...never really got into that so much." "Yeah, well, those are all just ideas..." Jessie casually idled, letting the sentence trail off. She opted not to mention to Gretchen another vocational path she sometimes toyed with taking. She didn't tell people about this upfront—mostly because if asked why, she'd be sort of stuck for a reasonable answer—but a small part of her entertained semi-frequent thoughts of being a dominatrix. Indeed, why exactly...hard to say. She'd been on a few dates, some more memorable than others. One was with a bisexual girl who, though only in her late teens as they both were, proclaimed to Jessie early on that she was "a strong, independent woman." She almost went as far as to channel Helen Reddy and bring the word "invincible" into the description. She stated plainly that she was her own person and didn't need a mate—male or female—to complete her, and neither did her friends (all of whom were straight). Step-Mommie Dearest It was a pretty common opinion, Jessie noticed, one she'd heard voiced lots of times before. When this girl told her the same, it began to stir up some mixed feelings in her. On one hand, she was glad this girl and so many others around were standing up for their individuality and autonomy...on the other hand, after hearing, "I don't need a man (or "woman" (but usually "man")) to complete me..." for the she-didn't-know-how-many-eth time, it sounded just a little repetitive. Eventually, her reaction drifted to, "...Okay...well, I can see you don't need one, but...what if you actually wanted one?" Being a lesbian, obviously, she loved girls. She LOVED girls. They were the most precious thing in the world...but...well, she could very well see herself possibly one day wanting and even needing a mate in her life. And while she conceded that not every girl—straight, gay, bi, whatever—had absolute necessity of a romantic partner, she couldn't help thinking, Well, being your own person's fine and all, but...do you have to automatically reject the idea of needing someone around? Would such an admission of need really be so devastating to your worth as a person? The thought of needing someone struck her as romantic. And kind of hot. In a bizarre twist, this line of thinking tangented off to a separate but somewhat similar track. One day years ago, just for giggles, she imagined getting to have one of these such strong, independent, autonomous, invincible women to herself, and proceeding to do something that would bend her to Jessie's will—as a dominatrix. How strong and hardened would one of them be, supposing Mistress Jessica stripped her down, bound her up and subjected her to any number of overwhelming trials and tribulations? To her surprise, the thought, and possibilities of where it could lead, turned her on like mad. Everybody secretly had their own kinks and hidden desires—or so she had been led to believe—and apparently, this was hers. Or one of hers. Eventually, for even more fun, she played a scenario or two out yet further in her mind, incorporating more concrete elements into the mix. How would one of these oh so independent girls like to be taken over Jessie's knee and spanked, like a delinquent youngster, until she cried out to be set free? How would she like to be Lilliputian'd to the ground surrounded by ants, her naked body coated with honey? Just how well would such an invincibly tough woman take to being helplessly staked by her arms, gagged and then touched, grabbed, poked, prodded, groped, stroked, fondled, tickled...caressed...nibbled...molested... By this point in the fantasy Jessica would have to either do one of two things: 1) step back into reality and eject the thoughts clean from her mind before she began to sweat right through her clothing, or 2) step back into the bathroom, or anywhere she could get a little privacy, hold on to the thoughts and rub herself raw until the proverbial cows came home. But, all this was really no more than amusing pretend-roleplaying. The idea of actually becoming a real-life femme domme was a little daunting, to say the least. And she was a good, kind person; when the chips were down, would she really be able to put another person through such frightening things? Someone would have to provide her with one hell of a good reason... Finally, her Dad emerged from his room, dressed for success, and headed for the door. But not before he said and demonstrated how much he loved Jessie and Gretchen. As he lovingly kissed his daughter goodbye, his fiancée smiled with a touched "Aw!" As he passionately kissed his fiancée goodbye, his daughter covered her eyes with a silent, "Ugh." "Well all right, you two wacky, zany gals!" he concluded, stepping out the door and tossing the morning paper inside. "I'll see you tonight—oh, and maybe you could even hang out today, huh? Have some fun together? I dunno. Just an idea. Bye!" Slam. They waited for the car to start and pull around the corner. "I, um, I hope you don't mind, I was...kinda planning to go shopping with a friend of mine today," Jessie said. "Oh, no, of course! That's perfectly fine," Gretchen waved it off. "You go ahead, sweetie, have fun. We can always do something together another day if you want." "Hm. That would be interesting...what exactly do you think you and I would do together?" Jessica asked just out of curiosity. Gretchen shrugged, finishing her coffee. "Oh, I'm sure we could figure something out, sweetie." Jess was starting to grow just the slightest bit tired of her future step-mother calling her "sweetie." She knew the woman was just trying to be nice and friendly in her own way, but it was beginning to sound redundant, to say nothing of being condescending. She wasn't a child, she was a 23-year-old woman. Her Dad called her "babe" sometimes, but at least he used her name. Besides, he was her Dad. She was calling Gretchen by her name; she'd appreciate the favor reciprocated were it not too much trouble. After a brief breakfast, they adjourned from the table. Jessie ran off to her room to get out of her pajamas and put on a light shirt, pair of shorts and flip-flops, as Gretchen, who was off work and had the day to herself, plopped in front of the TV in her nightgown with the paper and put her feet up. Jessie returned through the living room a short while later, slinging her purse over her shoulder. "What'cha watching?" she asked Gretchen, more as just idle chitchat then actual interest. "700 Club." Jessica's eyes closed in revulsion. Why did I even ask...yes, well, anyway, on THAT note... "All right, well, I'm gonna take off. Have a good one," she tossed behind her, heading to the front door herself. "Bye, sweetie!" SIGH. Slam. *** August 12th, 10:11 a.m. Jessie and her newlywed buddy Valerie O'Hanlon got a good jump on the mall, which opened at 10:00 sharp. "I cannot believe you're married!" said Jessica. "Seventy-two hours ago, baby doll," Valerie smiled. "I'm so sorry I missed the wedding!" Jessie exclaimed. "I just got back last night! So close!" Val laughed. "It's okay." "Let me get you and Donna something. For a wedding present. Really, it's the least I can do." "How can I possibly turn that down? But while you're at it, you're probably gonna wanna get Rachel and Holly something too." "You're kidding me! Them too?!" "Two weeks ago tomorrow." "OH my GOD!" One and a half hours of retail fun later it was lunchtime, so Jessie and Val popped into the northwest side anchor and grabbed their mutual friend who worked there, Rachel Greentree. They three crowded around a table in front of Arby's. "So, let me see if I've got this: you guys are married now too?" Jessica asked Rachel. Rachel only waggled her adorned finger with a smile in response, her mouth happily full of roast beef. "Holy smokes! And I just missed your wedding too!" Jessie lamented, turning to each of her friends. "Unbelievable! You're married...you're married...my Dad's getting married..." "Wow!" said Rachel, swallowing. "A'right, good for him! Tell him his niece Rache says congrats," she smiled. "So 'dya get to meet your step-Mom yet?" asked Val. "Uh...yeah..." "Uh-oh," said Rache, gnawing on another big bite. "Not exactly Meredith Baxter?" "Well, let me put it this way," Jessie explained caustically. "When I left...she was watching The 700 Club." "UH-OH," Valerie and Rache groaned in unison, to which Val added, "Repub alert!" "Tell me about it," Jessica groused. "Had a feeling I was in trouble when she said she works for a Christian matchmaking service." "Yikes," said Rachel. "Got a thumper on our hands?" "'S the way it's looking," Jessica sadly confirmed, shaking her head. "God..." Rachel dropped her face in her hand. "Well, you're a stronger girl than I am, Jess. Thank God I at least have a nicotine patch now; if either of Holly's parents was a Repub or a thumper, it'd put me back on the holy smokes so fast I'd be dead by now." "I know, right?" Jessie lamented. "And the worst part is, my Dad seems to be totally oblivious to it." Rachel chimed back in again with a gasp. "Oh my God...I just thought of something. Jess, I don't wanna scare you, but I read this story a while ago about this guy who made this rich lady fall in love with him, and once he'd earned her trust, he emptied her bank account and took off." Jessica's and Valerie's eyes widened at her. "You think she's after her Dad's money?" Val asked Rache. "I couldn't tell you for sure," Rachel shook her head. "I'd just say keep your eyes open, Jessie, and don't let your guard down." "And look, babe, if there's anything we can do, we're totally behind you," added Valerie. "All you gotta do's ask." Jessie smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Val...but...I think I'm gonna have to work this out with her myself." A light bulb clicked on over Rachel's head. "Hey," she said with a mischievous smirk, "You know what you oughtta do?" She hand-motioned for them to get in close, and whispered her idea to Jessie. She was really only kidding, but unaware of that, Jessie and Valerie each let out a squeal of shocked laughter. "Oh my God!" Jessie half-whispered back. "I couldn't do that!" "Only Rachel!" declared Valerie. "Only Rachel would suggest something like that!" "Well, a'right, but now you've got a Plan B anyway," shrugged Rache. "You know what, I think we're worrying over nothing," Val tried to reassure them, patting Jessie's hand. "I know your Dad, Jess. He loves you. And if this broad has a problem with you, then she doesn't deserve you or him. And he knows that." "You know what?" Jessie nodded and proudly slapped her soda cup on the table top, catapulting a few drops of carbonated liquid out of the straw. "You guys are absolutely right! If she's not gonna like me 'cause I'm gay, then the hell with her! Hey, y'know what? I'll tell you something else: maybe I don't like her 'cause she's straight!" They shared a laugh, which was interrupted by Jessie's cell ringing. "Oh." She checked the caller ID. "Huh. That's kinda weird...I don't know that number," she uttered. "Let it go to voice mail," Val advised. "If it's important, they'll leave you a message." "That's what I do too," Rachel agreed. "A strange number on your phone can be scarier now than ever." She checked her own phone. "Rats! I'm late to get back to work." "Oh, gosh, we're sorry," said Jess as they stood and exchanged hugs. "Well, say hi to Holly for me." "Will do!" Rachel trotted off. Just about the moment she got out of earshot, Jess' phone chimed, indicating she indeed had a voice mail message. "Oh, one sec, babe," she said to Val, checking it. Valerie thought she would go into her purse and find her own phone, just in case she had any messages herself. Had she kept her eyes on Jessie, she would have seen her face morph into an image of initial confusion, followed by surprise, and then utter shock. She had just located her phone when she heard Jessie say, "What the...?!" "Huh?" Val looked up at her. "What?" Jessie's eyebrows jumped and her mouth dropped open. "I can't believe this!" she exclaimed. "Believe what?" repeated Valerie. Jessica let a couple more seconds pass, shaking her head. "You have gotta be kidding me!" was her next outburst. "What??" asked Val for the third time in a rising voice. Jessie removed the phone from her ear and glared at it furiously. "I'm gonna kill her!" she shouted. Valerie put her hands on her hips. "If you don't tell me what's going on, Jessie, I'm going to lose interest." Jessica looked up at her friend with fiery eyes. "You wanna know what's going on?" She pressed the speakerphone button and repeated the message. "Listen for yourself!" The robotic voice narrated when the message arrived. "You have...one...new...message. Saturday...twelve...twenty...p.m." The next voice Jessie and Val heard was a young-sounding male. "Yeah, hey, what's up? This is Dave here. I got your number from Miss Gretchen, she's a friend of my Mom's. Said she was your Mom...or your...step-Mom or something. Anyways, she gave me your number, said we should probably go out sometime." Valerie mirrored Jessie's previous expression of consternation: eyebrows raised, eyes agape, mouth ajar. "She said something about how you...just need to meet a nice guy, and maybe you...eh, I forget. 'S probably not really important. Anyway, give me a call if you get a chance: 555-0694. Like I said, my name's Dave. Talk to ya later." Click. Val now totally understood Jessie's outrage, sharing some of it herself. "She gave your number to a stranger?" "It would appear so, now wouldn't it?" Jessie grunted through her clenched teeth. "A guy?" said Val. "Did you tell her you're gay?" "YEAH," Jessie emphasized. "But obviously, that bit—...that witch didn't believe me." Valerie scoffed. "Un-freaking-believable!" she opined. "Is she that homophobic?" Jessica turned her phone off. Suddenly, that ridiculous idea of Rachel's they'd laughed at before was sounding less and less ridiculous. The next thing they knew, it rang again. A number she didn't recognize. Again. "...REALly??" Jessie yelled at her phone incredulously. The always rational, reasonable Valerie said, "Okay, now, don't panic; we don't automatically know for sure that she gave your digits to a whole bunch of random dudes. It could just be a legit wrong number this time." "Yeah, well...if it's all the same to you, I don't feel like taking the chance," Jessie grumbled in disdain, turning her phone off. "Hey," smiled Val, taking her arm, "You know what we should do? You oughtta take me back to your house and have me pretend to be your girlfriend. Just to freak her out a little. Maybe she'd actually get the picture." "Hm," Jessie chuckled wryly. "Well, even if I thought that might work—it wouldn't—I couldn't do that to Donna." "Are you kidding? If we told Donna what was going on, she'd help us!" Valerie laughed. "Hell, we could make it a threesome! Have a lesbian orgy right in front of her! Give the witch a friggin' heart attack!" Jessica couldn't help chuckling at this flamboyant idea. "Well..." she calmed down from her short fit of anger. "'S fun to consider anyway, just for a laugh." Valerie gave her a rub and a pat on the back. "Don't let her ruin your whole day, Jess. C'mon, we haven't hit all the stores yet. Let's keep shopping, it'll cheer you back up." The smile spread back over Jessica's face. "You're such a great friend." "I know." *** August 12th, 2:04 p.m. Jessie pulled back up in front of the house. Just as she had the previous evening, she grabbed all the bags, yanked them from the car and headed to the front door with them. Luckily, these bags were much lighter than her travel suitcases. She was hoping Gretchen wouldn't be there, but was pretty sure she would. Unfortunately, she was right. Not only was she there, Jessie got inside to see and hear her on the phone, standing in the kitchen right in front of her, predictably, still playing Cupid for her. "She's such a lovely girl..." she heard Gretchen's voice saying. "And I'm sure that if she just started dating a nice young man like your son, she'd finally realize the truth about herself." WHAT the f—?! Okay, this had officially gone beyond ludicrous. Jessica could see she was going to have to hash this out with her face to face, and try her damnedest to set her straight...as it were. She dropped her shopping bags on the floor, marched up to where Gretchen was standing and pried the phone out of her hands just as she was saying— "...and her number's 555-281—" She wrestled the receiver away from her and infuriatedly hung it up. "Wh—...sweetie, what's the matter?" Gretchen asked her innocently. "I was only trying t—" Jessie whirled back around on her. "'What's the matter?'? 'What's the matter?'?! How dare you give out my number to a bunch of random guys who for all I know could be a collection of creepy weirdos?!" Gretchen paused for just a second, surprised to hear this tone come out of her. "Sweetie, these young fellows are all perfectly nice gentlemen! I know them all personally! You think I would let you go out with a creep?" Jessie shut her eyes and shook her fists in front of her face for a moment before regaining composure. "All right, now, look," she demanded, trying to be as firm and adamant as possible while retaining a modicum of politeness, "In the first place, Gretchen, if I wanted a date, I would get one myself. I don't wanna sound like an ingrate, but I don't need or want you playing matchmaker for me—and I'm not gonna be dating any guys to begin with, because again, as I already mentioned to you last night...I'm, GAY." Gretchen's eyes closed as her face filled with discomfort. "Sweetie..." she begged her, "Please don't talk that way. An alternative lifestyle's one thing, but I know that if you'd only tr—" All right, she'd had it now. "You—you just don't get it, do you?!" Jessie blew up at her. "I didn't think people like you still existed! You're fucking impossible, lady!...Sorry to have to use harsh language, but for God's sake! How can I make this any clearer to you—I'm a LESbian! I'm a girl who likes other girls! I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but—no, actually, no, y'know what, I'm not sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. 'Cause this is who I am, Gretchen. And it's not 'alternative,' and it's not a 'lifestyle.' It's part of my identity. And you're just gonna have to deal with that. 'Cause I'll tell you something else, I'll tell you this right now: I've been putting up with this kind of shit from people like you for years now, and if you're not willing to accept or respect me for who I am as a human being, then you're never gonna get your hooks into my Dad. My father loves me, Gretchen. More than he could ever love you. I mean the world to him. And he me. And if you don't want me, you don't get him." And then she added, just out of spite, "OR his money." Gretchen said nothing. She only clutched at herself, her face now injected with even more unease than before. And her giant lizard-looking eyes behind those thick lenses made her almost seem...demonic. She looked as if she was about to have a heart attack. Jessie sighed, looking at the floor. She felt bad about saying some of the things she said, but if any of it got through or made a dent, she didn't regret it. She couldn't seem to make her understand; it was just in one ear and out the other. "I'm...I really am sorry if I hurt your feelings, Gretchen," she mumbled, staring at her shoes. "But if I did, then I guess we're even now, aren't we." Gretchen began to breathe heavier and harder. Jessie's eyes panned up a few inches to see her lower herself down onto her knees. She closed her eyes, crossed herself and clasped her hands together. "Lord," she intoned, "Please help my poor dear step-daughter rid herself of these negative feelings and unnatural thoughts about herself. She's confused about who she is. She needs Your help. Please give her hope and guidance." Just when she thought it couldn't get any more egregious. Un-fucking-believable, she thought, intensifying the eloquent way Valerie had articulated it in the mall. Step-Mommie Dearest "REALLY?!" Jessie screamed down at her on the floor. She stomped off, snatching her shopping bags from the kitchen floor to carry them up to her room. She decided to go and make another trip. But first she had to make a couple well-placed phone calls. *** August 12th, 2:33 p.m. "Mercy Medicine and Pediatrics." "Hi, can I speak to William Townsend?" "Just a moment, please." "Dr. Townsend speaking." "Dad..." "Oh, hi, Jess! Well, this is an unexpected surprise! How are ya, honey?" "Dad..." "...What is it, Jessie? What's the matter?" "Dad...we've gotta talk about Gretchen." "...What about her?" "...Don't marry her, Dad." "What? Why not?" "Dad...the woman hates my guts. And to be honest with you, I'm not too crazy about hers either. She's homophobic and insane. She's downstairs right now praying for God to exorcise the gay demon out of me." "Oh! Jessie, babe, I'm sure you're overreacting." "DAD...I need you to listen to me. Gretchen has a real problem with me." "Well...hmm...okay, Jess, how about we all sit down and talk it out together when I get home tonight?" "..." "Jess? You there?" "...Okay. Thanks, Dad. I'm not too sure it'll do any good, but we can try anyway. What time are you getting home?" "Probably about 7:30, 8:00." "A'right, I'm gonna go out for a little while. I'll see you tonight, Dad. Love you, bye." "Bye, babe, love you too." *** August 12th, 2:39 p.m. "Yello! You got Rachel, talk to me." "Hey Rache..." "Jessie?" "Hey." "Well hey! Short time no see! What'cha up to?" "I need your help." "What's wrong?" "Same thing that was wrong this morning. Look, how did that plan of yours go again?" "What plan?" "You know, the...the way to fix my evil step-monster." "What?...I thought you said you couldn't do that." "That was before I got back home." "No, Jess, hang on, wait a minute. You were right; you can't do that. I was just kidding around to make you feel better!" "Yeah, well, I'm not. Rachel, she's a lunatic. Like I just told my Dad, she's praying for God to exorcise the gay demon out of me." "...No way." "Rache, I wouldn't call you at work and make you take time out from your job to make this up!" "Well, Jessie, I'm...I'm sure your Dad can handle this. I really was just kidding about that. Just think about it a little. Don't you think that's kinda...drastic?" "Rachel...the woman thinks my Mom left us 'cause I'm gay." "...She does not." "That's what she asked him last night. She tried to whisper it, but I still heard her." "..." "Rache?" "...Fuck us. Unreal. All right, Jess, here's what you do..." *** August 12th, 3:10 p.m. Once Jessica'd arrived at her next destination, she found the items Rachel told her to pick up and discreetly made her way to the checkout counter. In line just in front of her was an almost-middle-aged woman with her chestnut hair in a red ribbon. She placed a sizable item on the counter which made Jessie's eyes widen. She looked back to the woman to see her wearing...animal-print pajamas and bunny slippers. Jessica wasn't exactly sure what to make of this. She had to be in her mid-to-late 30s, and...in a store like this in the middle of the day on a Saturday afternoon, in her p.j.s? Oh well, go figure, thought Jessie. She wouldn't judge her based on fashion choices. The woman turned to the cashier to pay and saw Jessie standing in line behind her. "Oh, uh...excuse me," she said with a nervous chuckle. She seemed to be a little embarrassed about this article she was purchasing. Gosh, she's pretty, thought Jessie. The woman had a soft, round, gentle face and beautiful bright green eyes. She paid for her item and shuffled outside. Jessie sat her items on the counter, waited for them to be rung up and watched the woman trot to her car. It was a white Chevy Malibu. The license plate read DOCST... the end of the window blocked Jessie's view of the rest of it. "...Ma'am? Hello?" said the cashier. "Huh?" she said, refocusing her attention. "I said that'll be $37.85, please, ma'am." "Oh, sorry." She paid and scurried back out to her own car. *** August 12th, 3:44 p.m. By the time she got back home, her heart was starting to pound a little. She was starting to wonder if she could go through with this. She'd now after all calmed back down once again, letting go of more of the anger she was feeling at Gretchen. She thought she could go locate her and start up another argument with her to get the anger back, but the idea also made her queasy. She just tried to remember the inappropriate things Gretchen'd said, in order to motivate her. She drew the shades in her bedroom and started playing some rock music on the stereo. Time to begin putting her (well, Rachel's) evil plan in action, she pulled her dresser a couple inches away from the wall and dropped a $20 bill behind it. Her mirror was bolted to the back of the dresser by three sturdy wooden bars. Putting the first object from the store to use, Jessie forced it between the middle wooden bar and the mirror so that it was tightly wedged in and wouldn't move on its own. She retrieved a flashlight and made sure the other items she needed were within reach. Check, check, check. Now all she needed was Gretchen's attention. She was still hesitant, but she made herself rerun her explosive conversation with Gretchen over and over in her mind, which supplied her with enough courage. She stepped outside the room. "Gretchen?" she called. A second passed. "Yes, sweetie?" came her voice from somewhere in the house. "Could you come help me with something, please?" Jessie shouted out in a friendly voice. "Sure! I'll be right there." She had only to hope Gretchen wouldn't want to turn the lights on. Or ask why she was wearing mittens. When Gretchen climbed the stairs to her room, Jessica led her inside and showed her the problem. "I'm not sure if this'll work, but you're a little taller than I am, so I thought maybe you could help," Jessie said. "I accidentally dropped $20 behind the dresser. See?" Making sure the handcuffs she wedged behind the mirror couldn't be noticed, she turned on the flashlight to show her. "I tried to get it myself, but I can't. It's just out of my reach. But since your arms are a little longer, I thought you might be able to help me get it." Gretchen wasn't totally sure why she couldn't just try to push the dresser out from the wall, but she wanted to be helpful, so she nodded. "Well...I can try, I guess," she acquiesced, to Jessie's devious delight. "Oh, good! Thanks," said Jessie, scooting over to stand at the left side of the dresser. "It'll just be a little tricky, though, you'll probably have to reach around the mirror." "Well, okay..." Gretchen leaned over the dresser and started to extend her right arm down behind it to the floor. As she did, Jessica could see it was now or never. The dresser wasn't that big or tall, and if Gretchen just climbed up on it a little, she could certainly grab the money, and then the plan wouldn't work. She had to act now. But again, could she really do it? "...if she just started dating a nice young man..." "...an alternative lifestyle's one thing..." "...help my step-daughter rid herself of these negative feelings and unnatural thoughts..." "...sweetie, sweetie, sweetie, sweetie, sweetie, sweetie, sweetie..." "...Is that why her mother left?" Yes, she could. There was the motivation again. Concentrating as much as possible with the limited space in which to work, she put the flashlight between her teeth, reached quickly behind the mirror, seized Gretchen's right hand with her right, made sure the handcuff on the right side was open and ready, forced Gretchen's right wrist into it and hurriedly clicked it closed, nice and secure. Gretchen started to react as she felt what was happening. Before she could fully register the situation, Jessie grabbed her left hand, yanked it behind the dresser and mirror on the other side, and did the same thing. Both of Gretchen's hands were now firmly restrained behind the mirror. Imaginably, she panicked. "Wh—...what the devil do you think you're doing?" she demanded to know. Jessie told herself to just keep the motivation and not let up. She simply answered Gretchen's question. "I'm teaching you a lesson." "What?!" Gretchen screeched, stamping her feet resentfully. "What are you talking about? Stop it right now! You let me out of here right this second!" "Not right this second," Jessie contradicted. "We've got something to take care of first, you and I." "What are you talking about?!" Gretchen repeated, sharply and bitingly. "You little brat! Stop this!" "'Little brat'?" Jessica asked sarcastically. "Whatever happened to 'sweetie'?" "I mean it, Jessica! Enough! Let me out!" She struggled and banged her arms on the dresser. "Well, hey, I'm glad to see you finally learned my name!" Jessie sneered down at her. Gretchen sighed, taking a second to breathe. She could only figure Jessie had some kind of crazy reason for doing this, and it seemed she wouldn't be allowed out of these cuffs until she honored whatever the girl's wishes were. She tried to calm down. "All right, Jessica," she addressed her formally again. "What is it you want?" "Hmm," pondered Jessie, looking down at her in amusement. "I think I...wanna try on your glasses," she joked, removing them from Gretchen's face, just to have some relatively innocent fun with her first. "No, no, please, Jessica, please don't take off my glasses!" Gretchen pleaded. "I can't see without them!" Once they came off, Gretchen's vision indeed dissolved into nothing but fuzziness and random colors. That was it; no coherent shapes, no forms, nothing. She didn't even have any depth perception without them. When Jessie brought them to her own eyes and looked through them, she remarked, "Wow, you really are blind as a bat, aren't you?" She put them on and looked in the mirror, laughing as she saw her reflection and her eyes doubled in size. "Holy cow, these make me look just as ridiculous as you!" she cackled. "Jessica, please, whatever you want from me, this isn't the way to go about it," Gretchen continued to beseech. "Please just put my glasses back on me and let me out of here, and we'll just talk about it!" "Uh-uh," Jess shook her head. "If you recall, we already tried that and it didn't work." "What are you talking about?" she asked for the third time. Laying her glasses to sit on the end of the dresser, Jessie fetched the other item she'd gotten at the adult toy store. "Like it or not, lady, you're gonna accept and respect me, like I told you," ...threatened Jessica... "I tried to be nice about it earlier, but you weren't having any of that," ...whapping Gretchen repeatedly in the cheek, nose and mouth... "So apparently, you'd rather play rough," ...with the dildo. "Wh—ow! Hey! What is that? Ow!" Gretchen asked. "You're gonna find out," Jessie muttered, studying the dildo's attaching strap to figure out how to put it on. Once she got it on her, with the dildo pointing outwards as correctly intended, she reiterated, "As I tried to tell you several times, Gretchen, I'm a lesbian." Gretchen shut her eyes and burrowed her head into the dresser, trying to muffle her ears between her arms. "Meaning, of course," Jessie went on, pulling Gretchen's hair away from her ears, "That I date and have sex with other girls." "Jessica, please! I don't want to hear this!" she complained. "And I didn't want to hear about you sucking my Dad's dick," Jessica shot back. "Life's unfair, get used to it. Now look, Miss Gretchen," she said, reminding her that she wasn't yet married to her father, "You, my Dad and most of the rest of the entire world's adult population might be straight, and there's nothing wrong with that. I, on the other hand, along with a number of my friends, happen to be gay. And since you're obviously unaware of this news, Gretchen, there's nothing wrong with that either." Gretchen started to protest, "But, I—" "Ah—!" Jessie gave her a sharp spank, squeezing a childish-sounding "Ouch!" out of her. "I didn't say you could talk just now. "Moving on then," she resumed, "Being that I am, as aforementioned, a lesbian—and you're going to listen to me, whether you want to or not," she growled at her as Gretchen again tried to hide her ears, "Being that I'm a lesbian, it's theoretically possible that I could even be physically attracted to you, Gretchen, if we didn't know each other." The mere thought made Gretchen queasy. "Now, obviously, that's not the case," said Jessica. "We do know each other, and I'm not attracted to you. But I am attracted to only women, Gretch. I'm not straight, and I'm not bisexual, either; I'm gay." "But it's-it's...it's just wro—" Gretchen started to quickly spit out reflexively before Jessie spanked her again, harder. "Quiet!" Jessie reprimanded. "It's only wrong to you narrow-minded religious robots who believe whatever you read. Apparently, you get it ingrained in you and pounded into your head so hard, you can't even consider thinking any other way after that. So..." Jessie leaned down over her, reached under her arms and groped her breasts. Predictably, Gretchen freaked. She started to scream, wriggle, slither and jump as much as she could. "STOP it!!" she shrieked. "All right, I'll leave your titties alone," Jessica agreed. "Anyway, what I was thinking was..." She studied the nightgown Gretchen had been wearing all day. Well, she couldn't take it completely off, but whipping it high enough off her would get the job done. "...Since I've tried and been unable to reason that pathetic mindset outta ya," she continued, whipping up the nightgown, revealing a pair of light blue panties, prompting some inquisitive sounds of terror from Gretchen. "...What do you say we try to..." Whip! Down went the panties. "...FUCK it outta ya?!" And Jessie thought Gretchen was freaking out pretty wildly when she felt her up. The woman started screaming and crying bloody murder. All her struggling, kicking, flailing and jumping intensified tenfold. She howled at Jessie to let her go and leave her alone until Jessie finally had had enough and pulled the nightgown high enough up and off her to wrap it over her head, muffling her objections. Jessica stepped back two paces and looked at her now. She had to hold back from laughing, Gretchen looked so silly. Finally, she started to push her legs apart. "Come on, spread 'em," Jessie persuaded. Gretchen shook her head vigorously in the midst of her tantrum. Jessica picked up one of the objects on the dresser yet untouched, a bobbled hairbrush, and gave her naked ass cheeks a harsh smack with its bobble side. "YEOWch!" cried Gretchen, feeling her eyes prick. Two painful tears came almost immediately. Sobs inevitably ensued. While Jessie would've been a little hesitant to admit it, forcing Gretchen to literally cry for mercy did alight a feeling of dominatrix-like power in her. "The more you fight me, the worse it's gonna be. Now I said, spread 'em!" Jessie yelled, becoming more authoritative. Gretchen still didn't take the hint. "No," she wept, shaking her head again. SMACK! "AAOOOWW!!" The crying loudened. It took some doing, but Jessica at last wrenched her legs apart a few minutes later. The precautions she'd taken were working in her favor: no one could see in her windows to notice what she was doing, and Gretchen's screams and cries were inaudible over the rock music, though they did grow still louder once Jessie fondled her between the legs, opened her vagina and dildoed her way in. "Your pussy's mine now, step-Mommy," she heard Jessie taunt her, sinisterly and sadistically. Gretchen dug her nails into the wood of the dresser, forced to endure the agony. Her earlier-intelligible shouts for release had liquefied into tearful yowls. She screeched her lungs out in utter terror. She couldn't believe this was happening! She was being raped...by her fiancé's daughter! "Please!" she shouted between thrusts. "Don't! Stop!" "Please don't stop? Okay!" laughed Jessie, obviously knowing what she meant, but enjoying messing with her. "NO!" Gretchen cried. "That's not wh—...I didn't mean th—...I meant stop it!" Jessie giggled again. "I can't stop! This is too much fun!" Ten minutes later when Jessie finally did cease for the moment, and extracted her rubber dick from the woman's involuntarily dampened cunt, Gretchen had already been reduced to a bawling, soggy mess. Jessie strutted through the room, boasting her artificial erection, till she reached the stereo. She turned the volume down and returned to her future step-mother. "So," she wondered, leaning down on the counter beside Gretchen to look down at her shaking body, "What do you think? Have I exorcised your demon yet?" Gretchen would have made an attempt to turn and look up at her, but she was too mortified. "Jessica, please! This is not funny!" Jessie tossed her head back and broke out in a guffaw. "Then why am I laughing??" she teased. Gretchen took in a deep breath to shout up at her. "Jessica Townsend, you listen to me right now! You can't do this!!" She leaned down further by Gretchen's head. "Oh, really?" she challenged. She reached under the woman's strawberry blonde locks, found her chin, turned her head so they were happy face to sad face and sent a chill through the woman with a wicked smile. The next question Jessie whispered to her was even scarier. "What are you gonna do about it?" Gretchen didn't have an immediate answer for that one. She knew the next thing Jess was about to say was true as well. "You gonna tell my father?...My father, who's barely known you for what, a couple months, and absolutely worships the ground I walk on? I'm his daughter, Gretchen...his little angel. In his eyes, I can do no wrong. And I've never lied to him in my life." The malice in Jessie's grin intensified. "You really think he's gonna believe you?" she menaced her. "You think he's gonna believe that his honest, upright, model daughter lured you into her room, tricked you into letting her cuff you up, and fucked you with a dildo, Gretchen? You think anyone's gonna believe that?" She leered at her victoriously. "You silly little lady." Gretchen's tear-covered eyes shut in evident defeat. That was it, she realized. The girl was right. William wouldn't believe her. She didn't know what to do. Jessie held all the cards. The mittens didn't let a single fingerprint touch her. Jessie was viciously raping her, and she was going to get away with it. She'd lost. She would just have to let the nightmare play out. There was nothing she could do. There was nothing...she could do. She sniffled. "Isn't there anything I can do to get you to let me go?" she pitifully wailed. "Yes," Jess answered matter-of-factly. Gretchen raised her head. "You can let me finish having my way with you till I'm done, and then you can rethink your attitude on homosexuality for me." Gretchen dropped her head back on the dresser again with a bonk and cried like an infant. A few seconds later, she felt the horrible sensation for the second time. Her cunt was being peeled open again, and she was once more being nonconsensually penetrated by this awful, terrible, nefarious dildo. Step-Mommie Dearest "Noooooo!" she sobbed helplessly. She'd never felt so violated in all her 52 years as right now. Being taken prisoner and put it her place, stripped, overpowered and raped, by a 23-year-old girl...someone less than half her age. What could be more humiliating... "Yessssss..." Jessie affirmed. "Oh, I'm sorry to be so cruel, Gretchen, but I can't help it, I love this...I love seeing you cowardly homophobic trolls getting just what you deserve. You see what happens? What goes around comes around. Justice always wins. If you hate lesbians, ya get raped by one. And you can't do anything about it. Can't tattle on her, can't get even with her, nothing." "STOP it!! Stop it right NOW!!" "Zip it, lady. If you don't stop whining and shut your fucking mouth, I'm gonna make you suck it," Jessie threatened. "I know you like having a cock in your mouth, but I don't think you'll care for this one too much." Jessie was indeed becoming even more turned on by this than she thought. At first she'd thought this was all about retribution and vengeance, but she hadn't been lying to Gretchen about how much fun it was dildo-boinking her. She started rubbing herself under the dildo, her own pussy becoming damper and damper. Wow, this dominatrix fantasy was more powerful than she imagined. She wished she could force Gretchen to orgasm against her will—which in turn might just make her automatically come—but she didn't think that could logically happen under these circumstances. Yet she was still wildly turned on. She shoved her hand under her panties, pressed her index and middle fingers into her warm, secreting pussy and rubbed herself like she wouldn't see tomorrow. She knew how terrible this was, but it was an incredible feeling. Jessica had briefly explored her sexuality in the past, but she never knew she could be so wickedly dominant. And love it so damn much! She wanted to keep grinning and laughing at her captive step-mother, drunk with power over her, but with her hand glued to her pussy, circling her actual erection, her clit, applying additional pressure to her sweet spot, all she could do at this point was moan. "Fuck..." she mouthed. She kept stroking herself, thrust after thrust after vehement thrust, until her arm started hurting. But she couldn't stop jilling off just to relieve a little wrist ache. It felt literally awesome; she was in shocked awe by how amazing it was. Four more minutes passed before Jessie hit a monster orgasm. Gretchen couldn't exactly distinguish it was happening through all the stomach-churning anguish and torture being inflicted upon her, but her captress had just slammed headfirst into one of the most explosive climaxes of her life. "YEEESSSSS..." she half-yelled and half-groaned. It was made official to her in that moment— I'm a dominatrix. That's what I was meant to be. Just as she'd always speculated and imagined, the prospect alone of taking an unsuspecting girl-slave, putting her through such terrifying sexual ordeals, being rewarded with those fright-stricken eyes and that deathly petrified face just begging for mercy...oh, it set her on fire. Depraved, indecent, perverted...yes, perhaps, but she was unable to care. She'd found her calling. She suddenly knew what she was going to do with her life. And she didn't have to spend a year and a half away from home or listen to someone's incessant proclamations of independence and self-sufficiency to come to it either. Just about another half hour later, Jessie finally decided she was about done. "Ah!" she sighed, plucking the drenched dildo from Gretchen's worn-out red pussy. "Whew. Well, I'm pretty spent," Jessie smiled, untying the dildo from her waist. "What do you say, Gretch? Ready to call it a night?" Gretchen raised her dizzy head. She had an awful migraine. Banging her head repeatedly against the top of a wooden dresser would do that to a person, she self-explanatorily thought. She blinked her soaked eyes tightly shut, then opened them wide, trying to focus. She felt a glimmer of hope and relief in her mind. Did Jessie just ask her if she had had enough? She turned her head in the direction she thought was to Jessie. "...Huh?" Jessie pulled the hem of her nightgown from her hair and let it back down over her body. "I think you've been punished enough for tonight," Jessie told her, rubbing her back. "Well...probably. Is there anything you'd like to say to me right now, Gretch?" Gretchen winced, trying to think through her headache. "I'm...I'm s—...sorry, Jessica..." "For...?" Jessie prompted her. Gretchen shook her head. "Everything. I respect you...and accept you're a l—..." She paused for a few blinks. "...a lllllllllllllll—" Jessie nodded. "Say it." Gretchen forced the letter sounds out of her mouth. "...a llllllesbian." Jessie smiled. "Good woman!" She leaned down beside her. "I'm glad we're friends now. Now give your step-daughter a kiss!" She smooched her, on the lips, to which Gretchen's gut reaction would have been repulsion. But she made herself keep a straight face, at least until Jessie uncuffed her hands and trotted off to the bathroom. Gretchen rubbed her sore wrists, which had temporary but deep handcuff indentations on them. It didn't matter so much that she'd been released; she still felt so invaded and tormented by the whole incident. The scare thrown into her this evening was indescribable. She felt like her whole world had been shaken to disarray. She was no longer even that sure if she wanted to marry William, now utterly terrified of his daughter. She sat on the bed, dazed and disoriented, let her face drop into her hands, and finished crying it out. *** August 12th, 8:06 p.m. William arrived back home later than he'd predicted, but just a little. His nurse had needed him to take care of a few extra things. Jessie and Gretchen were sitting in the living room on the couch together, watching TV, waiting for him. Jessie was smiling happily, feeling nice, confident, merry and triumphant. Gretchen was clutching herself coldly, feeling drained, traumatized, ashamed and frightened. The program on TV was a comedy, but poor Gretchen was and would be incapable of laughing at anything for a while. They heard the car door shut. "Oh, Dad's home!" Jessie announced, to Gretchen's relief. "Oh, thank goodness," she mouthed. "Remember our deal?" Jessie turned around to ask her ominously. Gretchen gulped and nodded nervously. Finally, they heard the key turn in the lock and the door opened. "Hi, girls!" greeted William, dropping his bag on the floor. Jessica jumped up to give him a hug and a kiss. "Hey, Dad!" she beamed. "How was work?" "Oh...another day, another half-dozen sweet little kids to make better." Gretchen stood up from the couch slower to greet her fiancé. "Hi, Billy," she said, kissing him. "Hiya, Gretch!" he replied cheerily. Then he noticed her demeanor. "Hey, everything okay?" he asked. "You seem kinda...mellow." She swallowed again. She'd washed her face and Visine'd her eyes, but she still looked pale and timid. "I...I do?" "Yeah...almost kinda like you're...feeling down about something." "Oh!" Jessie jumped in, linking both of her arms with one of Gretchen's. "It was just a long day, Dad. Gretch and I had a little fun today, and it sorta...wore her out." William was a little surprised to hear this after his daughter's phone call to him six hours ago, but it sounded like lovely news to him nonetheless. "Well, that's...terrific!" he said. "What'd you do?" Gretchen turned a little red and her heart started beating faster. Jessica fielded the question brilliantly. "Well, Dad, after Gretchen and I discovered our mutual fondness for tennis, we decided to go to the courts and play!" "Hey, great!" celebrated William. "Who won?" "Aw, she beat me," Jessie smirked. "Really gave herself a workout on the court, though." She turned to Gretchen. "Isn't that right, Gretch?" She winked with what to Gretchen was a spooky half-smile. Gretchen made herself agree. "R-right. Yup. Y—you bet." "But that's okay." She turned to Gretchen. "I'll get'cha next time," she grinned at her with that mischievous sparkle in her eyes. William was ecstatic. "Well, gosh, I'm...I'm so thrilled you guys became such good friends so fast!" "That's us!" Jessie said. She threw her arm around Gretchen, hugging her shoulders with one hand and gave her hair a cordial tousle with the other, just as Gretchen had done to her twenty-four hours before. "Best buddies now!" "Wow," said William. "I'd hardly believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes." They rode out the remainder of the evening and went to bed, but... ...For some reason or other...Gretchen Peterson didn't sleep very well that night. She lay next to William in the dark, wide awake. You think he's gonna believe that his honest, upright, model daughter lured you into her room...tricked you into letting her cuff you up...and fucked you with a dildo, Gretchen?... ...You think ANYONE's gonna believe that?...