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Torn Paige Day 01

By: Lycanic



Day 1- Thursday

Two dull knocks tapped at Lee's door. Approaching to answer, He could see Paige, His 18 year old neighbor, standing there, her long hair waving in the breeze. He smiled to Himself as He opened the door and welcomed her in. Her first few steps into His home fell very tentatively, as if she were trying to sneak in right in front of Him. 

"My father said You wanted to see me" she said wondering, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Lee's voice rose strong, booming compared to hers as He stated simply, "I'm going to be out of town for a couple days and there are a couple small chores I need done while I'm gone. "It should be an easy way for you to make a little bit of money." He continued, handing her a spare key. 

Paige simply nodded her understanding, silently cueing Lee to give her His list of chores. He lead her slowly through His simple home, pointing out small plants needing watering, fish needing to be fed, nothing difficult at all, nothing that she even thought merited her being paid. 

"There are a few things upstairs I'll need done too", Lee said, motioning for her to go up the stairs. Paige carefully smoothed out her skirt and took the first few steps, with Him following just behind her. She looked back a bit nervously, eye to eye with Him as He stood a couple steps lower, but said nothing. 

Reaching the top of the stairs, Paige found herself quickly ushered into Lee's bedroom. Her gaze immediately falling to her feet, she felt odd at being here, but was unable to resist looking around a bit with darting eyes. She bit down hard on her lip as He moved her past the window, the window she knew looked directly across to hers, the window through which she'd watched Him more and more the past few years.

Paige's mind momentarily flashed back to some of the things she'd seen. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the memories of watching Lee bring women home, watching Him have sex with them. It wasn't something a good girl did, but she couldn't resist. It was odd in her mind; she often watched the way a scientist observes an experiment, objectively and removed. At least she'd been able to convince herself of that, even if it had only been to numb that feeling of embarrassment.

She suddenly snapped back to the present, realizing that Lee had been talking to her the whole time. She caught the last few of His instructions to her, adding them to her mental list, and then repeated everything back to Him, making sure her wandering mind hadn't missed a detail. 

"Will that be all?" Paige asked, her voice cracking a bit in the discomfort she felt standing in His bedroom. 

"One more thing" Lee answered quickly, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a small plastic bag that she recognized immediately, "I saw you put this into the hole in the fencepost outside, what are you doing with this?" 

Lee unrolled the bag, which clearly contained marijuana and a few other drugs. Paige's knees began to shake, she wanted to cry, and could only stammer out "N-nothing". 

His voice became more authoritative. "Your father would kill you if He knew you were doing drugs" He scolded her. 

Paige's voice barely whispered as her eyes started to well up, "It's not mine, not really." 

"I watched you hide it" He replied sharply. 

Paige slowly drew in a long deep breath and exhaled a reply, "A boy at school is paying me to hold it for him. I swear I'm not using any of it." She managed to raise her eyes to His, "I swear." 

Lee watched her patiently, judging silently whether He should believe her, and He did. "That fence is on My property, you know, I could go to jail if someone else had found this there" He sternly stated. 

Paige again locked her eyes on her shoe tops, whispering softly "I'm sorry, I'll hide it somewhere else." 

"You'll take it back to whoever gave it to you, this and the money. You're not getting involved with this at all. You're taking them back, or I'm telling your father." He said, His voice rising gradually before He composed Himself. 

The words, the thought of her father finding out made her sick to her stomach. She was still so dependent on her father. She lived in his home and he made the rules. All her dreams for her future were hinging on college, and she knew her father would see her through it, unless he found out about this. More than that, despite sometimes hating the rules she lived under, she loved and adored the man her father was. If Lee were to tell her father, she knew in heart she wouldn't able to lie about it. Her knees practically buckled, and without another thought she simply replied "Okay."

Paige turned and started to leave, trying to stay calm, when really she wanted to run home and cry. "One more thing" Lee said, stopping her mid step, "since I'm doing a favor for you, you're going to do one for Me." 

She turned back to Him, silently waiting to hear what He could possibly want, even though it didn't matter, she'd do anything to keep her secret. 

He simply started "Each day when you come to do My chores, I want you to check My answering machine. There will be a message on there each day for you, telling you where and how you're going to masturbate." 

She was amazed by the nonchalance of this request...or demand. "Wh...at?" she replied in her weak voice. 

He continued simply, "While you're here, you're going to masturbate for Me, and you're going to take pictures of yourself doing it. I know you've been watching Me Paige, now I'm going to get to see you." 

Paige stood in total shock, turning beet red at hearing that Lee knew she'd been watching, but even so, she wouldn't let herself do this. She puffed up her chest, ready to tell Him to fuck off, then she thought about her father again. He'd be so disappointed in her if he found out she was carrying drugs, or even if he found out she was watching the neighbor have sex. 

She closed her eyes and slowly sighed, "Okay." After steadying herself for a moment, she quickly left.

Dear diary: I can't believe the situation I'm in. The neighbor knows absolutely everything about me. I thought I was being so careful. My knees were shaking when he told me everything he'd seen me doing. I wish I could ask daddy what I should do, but I can't stand the idea of disappointing him. It breaks my heart when he's mad at me, and I know all this would make him really mad. I guess I have to go take care of the neighbor's house, and do what he wants me to do. At least if I do, I can still be daddy's little girl at home.

Torn Paige Day 02



Day 2 - Friday

Paige had barely slept all night. Her mind kept going over and over the previous night. She thought she was in control of all the things she'd been doing, and yet, Lee seemed to know every single detail. 

Her mind kept flipping everything back and forth. She hadn't been doing drugs, just holding some, it wasn't that bad, if she didn't, someone else would. And as for her watching Lee have sex, that was His fault really. Then she'd think about her father. If he ever knew she had drugs on her, no matter why, he'd lose his mind, and worse, he'd be so disappointed in her.

That morning, Lee was waiting for her as she locked up the house and left. 

"You forgot this." He said, handing her the bag. 

Paige grabbed it and quickly stuffed it into her bag, and quickly said, "I'll give him everything back first thing this morning." With that, she stepped onto the bus and drove off, never noticing the fact that He followed behind in His car. 

She got off the bus at school and headed to where she knew the dealers and users hung out. Lee watched from His car as she returned the money and the bag to him, and He made sure to catch it all on tape. She shoved the stuff into the boy's chest and walked away. 

As soon as she left, Lee got out of His car and approached the kid, showed him the video and audio of what has just occurred and simply said, "From now on, you leave her alone." The kid just nodded as Lee left.

The school day passed fairly quickly, Paige actually felt a little better for that morning, and a little stupid for getting herself into this situation in the first place. She was still daunted by the thought of what she'd promised to do tonight, but she couldn't stand the thought of doing anything that would ruin her father's perception of her as his innocent little girl. It was weird that she was going to do something so naughty to keep up that innocent persona. 

Paige arrived home after school, dropped her books off in her bedroom and went through the fence door to the back door of His house. She opened the lock and walked in, setting quickly about the few chores Lee'd left her in charge of, trying in her mind to distance herself from what she was about to do. Her eyes occasionally flashed over the light blinking on the answering machine, wondering what the message waiting for her would ask of her. 

Having finally finished the rest of her chores, Paige cautiously stalked to the answering machine and replayed the message left for her. 

Lee's voice calmly instructed her, "First, take the digital camera and center it on the blue chair in My den. When you turn on the camera, it will begin taking pictures every seven seconds. You will sit in the chair and open your blouse. You will then raise your skirt and remove your panties. Then you will spread your legs over the arms of the chair and masturbate until you orgasm, and allow the camera to photograph you. When you're finished, turn off the camera, change memory cards and set it to recharge. And be sure to lock up when you leave." 

She took the camera and affixed it to the tripod left next to it. Carrying the set into the den, Paige set the camera, turning it on and setting its focus on the directed blue chair. She drew in a few deep breaths, settling her nerves through the camera's first few clicks until she finally forced herself to step in to the frame. 

Continuing to breathe deep in and out, she slowly began to slip open the buttons on her blouse. Click, the camera catches the first glimpse of the clasp of her bra, between her young breasts. 

Facing the camera as more buttons gave way, she didn't have the heart to open her eyes and look into the lens. Click, the camera catches her fingers in the midst of popping another button. 

The last button finally released, she lightly pulled her blouse open just a bit, exposing more of her barely covered breasts. Click, the camera catches her fully open blouse, her flat stomach, her fresh young frame. 

Opening her eyes for a brief moment, she settled herself back into His chair. Her hands shook as she began to raise her skirt. Click, the camera catches the first glimpse of her cotton panties. 

She slowly worked her panties down over her hips and past her knees. Click, the camera catches her raising her feet, pulling her panties off her ankles. 

Paige laid back slowly, breathed in more heavily, and spread her legs, laying them over the arms of His chair, almost hyperventilating as she heard the camera set off again. Click, her pussy is seen on full display. 

Paige leaned back into the plush chair and let her hands brush along her bare thighs. Struggling to bring her breathing under control, she touched herself gently, staying away from her soft pink lips for now. Click, the camera catches her starting to touch herself, her chest and face flushing. 

She closed her eyes tighter, trying to put the camera out of her mind, trying to pretend that this wasn't much different from other times she'd touched and played with herself. The chair molded around her teenage body, almost hugging her as she finally let a finger brush against her soft pink labia. She lightly trapped her clit between her two middle fingers and began to roll it in slow circles. Click, the camera catches her starting to play. 

The sound of the camera sent a shock like lightning through every nerve in Paige's body. The rush of sensation elicited a tiny scream from her girlish voice. She froze, surprised at the effect that moment had on her. Her face turned even a deeper red, embarrassed about the scream even though no one had, or ever would hear it. She struggled through another deep breath. "I have to do this so I can still be daddy's girl" she thought. Her fingers begin quickly slipping over her clit again, and her pussy responded, coating her fingers in warm wetness. Click, her fingers a furious blur over her clit, the camera catches the anguish of ecstasy on her pretty face. 

Paige's fingers worked ever faster on her hard pearl. Why she was doing this didn't matter anymore, she just wanted the sensation. Her young body writhed around on His chair. Her body responded more and more intensely every time she heard the shutter fire. Click, the camera caught her heels setting themselves against the chair arms, lifting her hips to buck and shudder against her fingers. 

Every muscle in her body tightened, her legs pushed her back into the chair, and losing breath she started to cum really hard. Click, the camera sees her muscles tense, her thighs and tummy flexed taut. Click, the camera sees her still in the throes of bliss, the scream ripped from her body forever captured on her pretty face. Click, the camera sees her relaxing back into the chair, a mess, hair tousled, blouse almost falling completely off, thighs soaked with her juices, dripping onto His favorite chair.

Laying back into His chair, Paige gasped to regain her breath. Her body shuddered weakly as she laid there, practically comatose. She lost count of how many times the shutter fired only to find her laying there, recovering from her bout with pleasure. She finally forced herself onto her feet, bracing herself against the chair for a long moment to make sure her knees would stay under her. 

Finally, Paige turned off the camera, and the realization of what she'd just done really set in. Every imaginable emotion filled her impressionable young mind: embarrassment, fear, sadness, contentment, satisfaction, lust. She slowly re-dressed herself and set about putting the camera back as she was instructed. She took one last walk around His house, going over the list of chores in her mind, making sure she'd done everything she'd been instructed, if for no more reason than to escape the vortex in her mind at that moment. Satisfied she had finished, she locked up the back door and snuck home before her father arrived. 

Dear diary: I can't believe it, but I did it. What I really can't believe is how good it was, I've never felt anything like it. But, now, I feel really sick about it too. I shouldn't have to do that for some guy I barely know, but I don't have a choice. I brought this all on myself no matter how much I want to blame everyone else. No matter what I do at this point, I'm stuck as the kind of girl daddy would be ashamed of. I don' know if I can ever tell him all the stuff I've gotten myself in to. I guess I'll have to figure that out as I go. For now, at least I can still pretend to be his little girl. I hope I really still am. Is that selfish?



Torn Paige Day 03



Day 3 - Saturday

Paige woke up a little later than normal on this Saturday morning, probably because of the weight on her mind from the past days. The first thing she did was to find daddy and give him a big hug. It always calmed her to feel like daddy's girl. She tried to spend as much of the day as she good doting on daddy, to the point where he could hardly leave a room without her close behind. It was a wonderful day for her, forgetting about all her problems, being the girl that daddy loved so much. 

Late afternoon rolled around and her father and mother began to prepare to go out for the evening. She spent this bit of time trying to read, but the impending chores started to creep back into her mind. As soon as Paige heard their car leave the driveway, she went through the back fence and stepped into His house. She checked the answering machine as soon as she arrived, hoping that somehow He'd just forgotten to leave her instructions. He hadn't. That red light blinked with her next special project. 

As she had done the previous day, Paige went about the more mundane chores she had assigned to her. Today, though, it was really taking her forever. She couldn't focus. She had to go through step by step things that were usually second nature to her. Worse, she found herself more than once approaching tasks that she'd already done. Ten minutes worth of simple chores quickly grew to a frustrating hour until she finally actually wrote the list down she'd been given and checked the items off one by one. 

Standing in front of the answering machine for a few long minutes, Paige stared at the blinking light. She knew all to well what was waiting for her. She'd been so happy, feeling more like daddy's girl that day than she had in a long time. And now, the shell had to come off, and she had to give in to her exploitative neighbor. 

Her slender finger finally reached out and pressed the button. Paige braced herself, still hoping that the voice waiting wouldn't be His. 

She sighed a bit to herself when she heard Him begin to speak. "Hello again, Paige. Today, you're to set up in My bedroom, centered on My bed" His voice directed. The casual ease with which He gave her instructions made her feel like a stripper on a porno shoot. 

His voice continued, "You will strip yourself in front of the camera until you are completely naked. As you did yesterday, you will masturbate for the camera. You are to be sure some of the pictures show you on your back, clearly exposed, and others will show you on your knees, back to camera and bent over. You will play in both positions, and you may orgasm in either. As with yesterday, when you finish, you'll put away the camera equipment, change the memory card, and lock up before you leave."

Once again, Paige affixed the camera to the top of the tripod. She stoically climbed the stairs and pushed open His bedroom door. The camera set next to the bed, she clicked it on for a moment, checking the focus of a shot or two in the view screen. Behind the camera, there was a feeling of control, but she knew once she moved in front of it, that illusion would die. 

Sinking onto the edge of His bed, Paige sat and thought about what she was again about to do. It was so much harder today. Yesterday she'd been able to convince herself that it wasn't going to be any different than when she played behind her locked bedroom, and by the time that idea was shattered, she had to begrudgingly admit that the intensity excited her in a way. Now, she was only left with how she felt after she had finished, shame and embarrassment: the realization that His silence was price enough to make her a whore. 

Paige rose slowly and turned on the camera. She knew what she was going to do, so she may as well just do it. She stepped quickly into the frame and began sliding her t-shirt up her slender tummy. She moved slowly at first, turning back and forth to let the camera see her from every angle. Honestly, she was posing, thinking better pictures would make Him more likely to keep her secrets. Click, the camera catches her t-shirt in a bunch at her shoulders, her back fully nude but for the bit still covered by her bra. 

Her fingers fumble at the clasp resting between her shoulder blades, until it finally slips open. Click, the camera sees her bra open at the back, hanging from her shoulders.

Hooking her slender fingertips into the waist of her shorts, Paige began to move the waistband. Click, the camera catches the first glimpse of her panties as they peek above her slowly dropping shorts. 

Holding her legs straight, she lowered her shorts more and more, bending at the hips as they slid slowly down. Click, the camera sees her bent over, her ass beautifully on display as her shorts rest just below her knees, ready to drop to the floor. 

The only thing the camera was missing was the pain in her eyes at being caught in this position and giving in to Him again. 

Standing at the foot of His bed, Paige propped a knee onto the mattress and slid her thumbs into the waist of her panties. Click, the camera catches her panties slid down just below her hips, still partially covering her butt and completely hiding her sex. 

She slides her other onto the bed. Click, the camera catches her leaning away, her ass in the air, panties down to her knees, pussy and ass totally free. 

She rolls onto her back and slides her panties down and off. Click, the camera sees her lying in His bed, nude, legs crossed at the ankles.

Paige was done posing. In her mind, she tried to set herself at home again, doing herself in her own room. She opened her legs and started playing. Just as before, she slid two fingers around her clit and started rolling it back and forth. Click, the camera catches her starting to play, fingers between her open legs. 

She closed her eyes again and tried to pretend the camera wasn't there. All she wanted now was to finish and go home. She rolled her clit faster and faster. Her heels dug into the mattress, lifting her hips into her quick working fingers. Click, the camera catches her hips thrust off the bed, her sex staring directly into the lens. 

Paige rocked her hips into the air, rolling her clit into her fingers. Click, the camera catches her thighs tensed, her slender fingers hard at work between them. 

She was totally phasing out the camera at this point, in her mind, she was just playing in her own bed like every other girl must do some time. Click, the camera catches her back arched up, her stomach muscles clenching tight as she cums. 

She kept rubbing fast, shuddering fiercely, only her feet and shoulders touching the bed. Click, the camera catches her pussy still flooding over her fingers. 

Her knees finally collapsed, sending her landing back into the bed. The whines and moans that filled His bedroom quickly faded into heavy breathing. Click.....Click.....Click, the camera watched over her as she recovered.

Paige slowly pried herself up off her back, leaned over the footboard and turned the camera off. She sat on the corner of His mattress, still nude, going over the list in her mind again. Today, she seemed to manage to keep focus a little better. Satisfied that all everything was done, she collapsed the tripod under the camera and took it downstairs. As she set the camera back beside the answering machine, His voice flashed back into her mind. "...and others will show you on your knees, back to camera and bent over. You will play in both positions...." His voice commanded from the recesses of her mind. 

Paige wanted to scream, or cry, or throw the damned camera through a wall. She sighed heavily, and walked back upstairs, into His bedroom, and set the camera up again. She whispered aloud, "I can't believe I'm doing this." She felt so defeated. She was being totally manipulated, and she was afraid He'd ruin her with her father if she didn't give Him everything He asked for. She was trapped.

Paige sighed heavily again, and turned the camera back on. She robotically climbed back on to the foot of the bed. Click, the camera catches her standing on her knees, her feet hanging over the footboard, her silky long hair running down her back. 

She leaned forward and set her cheek onto the mattress, and reached back between her legs. Click, the camera catches her hand running up her thigh toward her pink sex. 

One fingertip found her hard, still very sensitive, pink pearl. The first touch sent a ripple of sensation coursing through her entire body. As soon as that initial rush wore off, though, she couldn't escape how completely frustrated she was. Her fingers played and played and she could barely even feel them, she was numb. Click, the camera sees her fingers spreading her still-moist lips, searching for any nerve that could bring her body back to life. 

Paige gazed out His window, directly into her own bedroom. She wished she could finish so she could go home. As she stared idly across, her bedroom suddenly filled with light. "Oh fuck, they're home," she screamed in her mind, "how could I let myself get so pre-occupied." She shot up onto her hands. Click, the camera catches her up on all fours, staring out the window. 

She froze in place, too scared to move. Click, the camera catches another identical image. 

She watched silently as her father moved throughout her bedroom. She could faintly hear her name being called. Her heart nearly beat though her chest every time her eyes told her that her father was getting closer to the window. Click, the camera catches another identical image, except now her sex is visibly dripping, a light trickle of sex juice running like a tear down each of her thighs. 

Her mind totally focused on watching her bedroom, she forgot about everything else. She panted harder and harder, every passing moment felt like hours. She got more and more frightened every second, she could hear her own panting getting louder, and she'd panic more, and she'd pant louder. 

Paige watched as her father turned to leave. "Oh thank God, he didn't see me" she thought. She watched as her bedroom light flickered out, and the hallway light disappeared as her father closed her bedroom door. She was light-headed, basking in relief that felt like the happiest moment of her life. Her fog was suddenly shattered by the camera's shutter firing thunderously. CLICK, the camera catches her still on all fours, her tiny pussy visibly clenching. 

Her whole body responded in shock, the dam broke within her, and another orgasm ripped through her supple body. Click, the camera catches her toes curled in delight, trying to ride out the most inexplicable orgasm of her life. 

Paige collapsed forward onto the bed, her pussy still responding to a sensation she couldn't understand. Click, the camera catches her lying face down, looking half-dead in lust. 

The orgasmic wave continued to crest and subside within her. She murmured softly as the crest started to get smaller. Click, the camera catches her having moved barely an inch, letting the pleasure subside.

Finally able to prop herself up, Paige moved back onto her knees and weakly turned off the camera. Her knees quaking violently, she stood and began to dress herself, even though deep inside, all she wanted was lay there and let this experience go on. "I have to get home" she thought. As quickly as her shaky, weak body would allow, she redressed and took the camera again. Bracing herself on the wall, she descended the staircase, changed the memory card on the camera, set it to recharge, locked up and snuck home. 

The second Paige closed the back door to her house, her father's voice greeted her, "Where were you, honey, I was getting worried." Her mind scrambled for some kind of reply, settling on a simple lie, "I was over doing my chores at the neighbor's house, and I noticed a book. I guess I got a little caught up when I started reading it." She focused intently as she looked into her father's eyes, more than anything, trying to keep her knees from shaking. Her father spoke again, gently chastising her, "You were over there to do chores, honey, I don't think He'd want you just sitting around in His house." "You're right, daddy" she replied meekly. "You should apologize when go back tomorrow, I'll come with you in case He gets upset" her father continued. "Thanks, daddy, I love you" she said with a tiny sigh of relief. Her father retreated to his bedroom, and she carefully padded off to hers. 

Dear diary: Oh my God, daddy almost caught me. I was in the neighbor's bedroom doing my special chores and he walked into my bedroom. If he'd looked out the window, he'd have seen everything. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life. I was so happy when he walked out without seeing me. I still don't know what happened after though. How could I have an orgasm? I wasn't even touching myself. I'm so glad this whole mess with the neighbor is over. I'm finished doing his chores, but I'm so confused. What's wrong with me?



Torn Paige Day 04



Day 4 - Sunday

Paige laid in bed long after midnight, staring at her ceiling, searching for a way to make sense out of the previous night. "It just happened" she whispered aloud. The simple statement was the essence of the vortex of thoughts swirling in her mind. How could it have happened? There had to be something to explain it. Her mind tried in vain to wrap itself around this idea, until sleep finally claimed her. 

Paige woke up just after noon, much later than she was ever used to. Deliberating a moment on her clothing, she decided to dress in some of her most loose fitting attire. She couldn't take going over to face her neighbor, Lee, and having her body on display in any way. She checked out her window, seeing His car next door, she figured that He must have gotten home. It was humiliating for her to think that He could be looking at her pictures this very moment. 

Breathing deep, Paige descended the stairs into her father's den. As she had the day before, she immediately ran to her father and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Good morning, daddy" she squeaked cheerfully, giving him a kiss on the cheek. As it always seemed to do, being in her daddy's embrace made all the bad feelings go away. 

After a few moments, Paige's father finally spoke up, "Good morning, honey." Paige just stared up into her father's eyes with a beaming smile. Her father continued on, "Sleeping in has put you in quite a good mood, I see." 

She simply responded, "I love you daddy." 

Her father finally posed the question that Paige had wanted to avoid, "Are you ready to go next door and talk to Him?" 

"I'm not ready yet," she quietly replied, "let me make lunch for you and mom, first. Okay?" 

Her father's looked got a tad firmer as he replied, "I'll be there with you. You don't have to be scared." 

"I know daddy, just give me a few minutes. Okay?" she meekly replied. Her father acknowledged her and silently returned his attention to his newspaper. 

Paige proceeded to make lunch for herself and her parents. For a while, she put out of her mind the fact that she was going to go next door and face Lee soon. She enjoyed having a meal with her parents. The insanity of the past days made her truly appreciate having a normal time with her family and getting to be the little girl they had raised. 

Inevitably, the meal slowly disappeared, the conversation began to fade, and Paige's demeanor began to change. She grew quieter and shier, and her head sank slowly as the impending encounter with Lee grew nearer. 

Her father, sensing her mood shift, asked "Are you worried that He's going to be upset?" Paige simply nodded in reply. "I'll be right there with you, honey. Just tell Him the truth and everything will be fine. I promise" her father reassured her. Paige could only muster as small sigh and a nod. 

Sadly for Paige, lunch ended. She cleared off the table and rinsed a few of the dishes. Finally, she couldn't take waiting any longer. She passed through the den, telling her father "I'll be okay daddy, you don't need to go with me" as she moved past her father's chair. 

Her father gently grabbed her arm and stopped her. "I can tell you're nervous, honey. I'll go with you" he said protectively. Before she could protest any further, her father had risen from his chair and escorted her next door. 

Paige and her father knocked at Lee's door. He answered, a little confused by her father's presence. Lee greeted the pair with a simple "Hello." 

Paige's father replied in kind and continued, "My daughter has something she needs to tell you." Paige felt her father's hand on her shoulder, a silent prod that it was time for her to come clean. 

"I got caught up reading one of your books yesterday" Paige lied, "I'm really sorry. I know wasn't supposed to be just hanging around in Your house." 

Lee silently took in her confession, knowing full-well it was completely fabricated. 

"You're a very honest girl" Lee replied politely. He turned to Paige's father and continued "It's fine really. I know your little girl wouldn't do anything in My house that might make you ashamed of her." 

Every calculated word Lee spoke felt to Paige like a knife being twisted into her stomach. He could feel the anger and shame in her eyes as they locked on Him, even as He completely refused to acknowledge her. 

Lee continued speaking to Paige's father. "This may sound odd" He said "but I've been so busy lately with work that I could really use some help keeping up My house. I hope it's not out of line to ask if Paige could lend Me a hand. I'd pay her for her time of course." 

Incredibly, Paige's father responded to this idea pretty positively. Turning to his daughter, he said, "This could be just the chance you've been looking for to make a little extra money, and you'd be right next door the whole time." 

Paige turned to her father, trying hard to hide the terror she felt at the thought of being beholden to Lee again in any way. She couldn't give even a hint that there was anything wrong. Her father encouraged further, "Why don't you see what kind of work He has for you, honey." 

"Yes daddy" sprung almost reflexively from her lips.

Paige's father gave his daughter a hug and returned home. Paige turned slowly to Lee, averting her eyes to the ground before they could meet His. He held the door open for her and she walked past, entering silently. "First thing, we're going to review the work you did for Me this weekend", He said, moving to His favorite chair. 

Her heart dropped, realizing she was going to have to relive the most humiliating experience of her life. Finally, she dragged herself over to where He sat with His camera. 

Leaning over the side of the chair, Paige strained to find a position where she could see the camera screen. "Sit here" Lee said firmly, patting the arm of the chair. She carefully set herself on the arm of the chair, not wanting to even touch Him. He began to slowly cycle through the first day's set of pictures. 

Paige watched the screen scroll through the proof of her degradation. She could feel herself right back in those awful first moments. Half of her mind looking at the poor girl in the pictures as a stranger, wanting to scream out to her to stop and save herself. The other half of her mind firmly entrenched in the realization that it was her in the photos, and that she hadn't stopped herself. The scroll of photos continued, seemingly without end. "You're so very beautiful" Lee said to her, snapping her out of the rampage of thoughts and wishes that pillaged her mind. She couldn't muster any reply other than to blush profusely. 

Paige watched as her blouse lay open, her legs spread over the arms of the same chair on which she now sat. She could feel her face tingle with her deepening blush. Her eyes wandered every photo top to bottom. Each image gave her a moment's relief when she saw that her open blouse revealed far less than she had thought it would, only to grip her with a moment of horror when she found her pussy so plainly visible in every single shot. 

"What did you think about?" Lee asked, with arrogance in His voice that stabbed into Paige's every nerve. 

Paige gave herself a long moment to drown her anger and then began to reply, "I thought about..." She froze in that moment; she couldn't remember anything that could have been in her mind. Her eyes locked firmly on the camera screen as she searched for answer. What answer could possibly match the focus and subtle pleasure on her face? What answer could possibly match the visible wetness between her legs that became more apparent with every image? She sighed softly and said the only thing that she could remember and the only thing she could really think about now. "I thought about daddy" she finally replied in a shy and defeated voice. 

"You thought about daddy?" Lee replied, still arrogant but clearly questioning. 

Paige took a few very deep breaths through her nose and exhaled them through her mouth and continued, "All I could think about was daddy, how I love being his little girl". 

"And thinking of daddy got you here?" He asked, showing her one of the images of her feet up on the arms of His chair, poised for the powerful orgasm that first day of play had brought her. 

Her breathing kept the same slow pattern, in through the nose, out through the mouth, until she could muster the courage to speak again. "I wanted you to be happy with the pictures," she said in a voice that shook and faded, "so you'd never tell daddy about any of this." 

And she looked down at the poor girl in the camera screen, so visibly in the ecstasy of orgasm. Seeing that girl forced into this situation made her so angry. Seeing her face etched with even a moment's pleasure made her even angrier. Remembering that she was that girl wrenched her insides in shame. 

Catching a look at the tears welling in Paige's eyes, Lee switched the memory cards in His camera and began to cycle through the second day's set of pictures. The first several pictures were almost enough to make her ill. She looked at herself in them, remembering how intentionally she'd tried to pose each one, disgusted that she'd decided to try to impress him. The whole experience was getting more overwhelming by the moment. Her breathing became deeper and more calculated, in through the nose, out through the mouth. 

Every picture she saw in the camera's screen brought Paige back to the moment it was taken. Her eyes continued to well over with tears, until finally Paige was actually crying silently. Lee simply continued to cycle through pictures, ignoring her anguish and forcing her to relive each picture. She saw herself in the pictures, remembering the moment she came that first time, her hips raised high off the bed. "How could I do that?", she screamed inside her mind as the image disappeared behind another well of tears. She pretended to watch through the tears as she heard Him cycle through a few more pictures.

"What happened here?" Lee asked, His tone snapping Paige back into awareness. She blinked the tears from her eyes and focused her eyes on the image now on His view screen. 

It was the image of her crawling back up onto His bed to start playing again. Her voice quaked in a weepy whisper, "You said I had to.........on my knees too........I......almost left.....before I remembered". 

He went through this set of pictures, her slender little butt up in the air, playing on His bed. He gave Himself a moment to picture walking in behind her and taking her just that way. She could only pretend to watch, sobbing a little more loudly and trying to go somewhere else in her mind. 

Paige's eyes came back to life when she saw the series of pictures come through, looking exactly the same. 

She hoped she wouldn't have to answer, but Lee soon asked "and what about here? What happened here?" She began to panic, panting hard and grabbing the chair to keep herself from falling over. "Breathe" Lee commanded her forcefully. 

Paige was shocked a bit by His tone, but she responded to it. She slowed herself down, breathing in slowly through her nose, and holding it in for a moment. She closed her eyes a moment and focused on calming herself down. She could feel her heart rate begin to slow to something close to normal. Letting out the long breath, she immediately found enough courage to start to answer. "Daddy was in my bedroom, I saw him in my window across the way" she remembered, speaking calmly at first, but her words began to run together the longer she spoke. She steadied her nerves again and continued, "I was scared he was going to catch me." 

Lee looked at her, puzzled for a moment. "So you sat in view of your window and just watched him, you could have gotten caught." 

"I know," Paige replied, "but I couldn't move. I wanted to, but I just froze," her answer again starting calm but quickly fading into panic. Another deep breath steadied her, "I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything" she said, beginning to shift on the arm of His chair, her sex rubbing a bit against a board that framed the arm rest. 

"But he didn't catch you" He calmly continued. She could only slightly shake her head in response.. 

The next picture came up in the camera, the first frame in several that she'd even moved. "So this must be right after he left" Lee said, inquiring. Paige again responded silently, this time with a nod. 

"And what happened then?" He pushed. 

She blushed a deep crimson, remembering that moment that was perhaps the most confusing and in a way, terrifying of her life. She mumbled, barely breaking her silence "I came". 

He immediately pushed her more, "Your father just left, and you started playing again?" 

And again she shook her head, "I didn't play, it just happened" she whispered. 

"What do you mean 'just happened'" Lee probed further. 

Another deep breath delayed Paige's response, the pause finally broken with her soft voice, "I heard the camera click, and I came." Saying it out loud made the blush on her face practically burn. 

Lee looked at her for a few moments, and let out a small laugh of surprise. Hearing the laugh made Paige's blood boil. She wanted to hit him; she wanted to do a lot worse than just hit him. Lee looked up at her, saw the rage burning in her eyes. 

He stated cockily, "What would daddy think if he heard that, if he saw these pictures, if he knew that almost getting caught actually turned his little girl on? Maybe I should show him these pictures or show him what you just said, what do you think?" 

The idea of her father finding out again shocked Paige back into compliance. She swallowed her rage behind a thin veil of tears and begged quietly "Please don't". 

The relevance of Lee's words took a moment to sink in. "What does He mean 'show him what you just said'?" she asked in her own mind. As she searched for the courage to ask him that same question, her eyes caught view of a video camera sitting on His bookshelf, focused directly on the chair where they now sat. 

"You're recording this?!" Paige asked in shock, even though she realized as soon it escaped her lips that the question wasn't even worth asking. 

Lee responded with another haughty laugh, "Of course I am, it would be a shame not to be able to relive this moment, and after all, daddy might need to see it." 

"You can't", Paige screamed back in a panic, "You can't show him, please!" 

"Calm down", Lee commanded with force, and again Paige responded, bringing her voice and her body back under something resembling control. "You're father won't find out, as long as you continue to do what I tell you", Lee continued. 

Without a thought, she nodded emphatically in reply, silently acquiescing to whatever He'd have of her. 

Lee listed off the simple terms of His silence, "You're obviously going to take My job offer, you'll be here every day after school, doing whatever 'chores' I request." 

Paige simply kept nodding gently, her sudden obedience fueled by the thought of seeing disappointment in her father's eyes if he were to ever find out anything that was happening. 

Having given herself over to this fate, Paige rose and started to leave. 

Lee followed her quick flight with a simple statement, "See you tomorrow, right after school". 

The reminder froze Paige for a moment, she clenched her fists, and continued out the door, choking back tears her entire way home.

Making her way back into her house, Paige took a couple minutes at the door to compose herself still again, knowing she'd have to face her father again inside. Finally summoning the courage to open the door, she stepped and managed to mount a sweet smile on her face. 

She announced, with all the phony happiness she could muster, "I'm going to work for Lee every day after school, isn't that nice daddy?" 

Her father nodded and smiled back at her, happy to see his daughter so excited, replying, "Good for you, sweetheart, it'll be good to know you'll be somewhere close." 

Paige gave her father another warm hug, pleading inside to have him help her out of this situation, but she couldn't do anything to tell her father how terrified she really was. 

"Good night daddy" was all that Paige could say, as she retreated upstairs to her bedroom.

Dear Diary: I can't believe this, this is never going to be over. Now I'm going to work for Lee, and daddy is even happy about it. What can I do? I can't tell daddy what's been happening, it's all my fault. Everything I do, everything I want to keep secret, HE knows. I'm getting in deeper and deeper and I can't get out. I wish I could tell daddy, but I'd never be his little girl again.



Torn Paige Day 05



Day 5 -- Monday

The early hours of the morning saw Paige plagued the thoughts of what was happening to her. Just a week ago, less even, she'd been a shy, quiet girl, good in school, moving her way along the path she and her father had set her toward. 

One mistake, born of her trying to get by easily, had no put her in a position where she felt no control of anything happening around her. Now she had a neighbor who was daily tightening His control over her, a man she'd now indentured herself into for the foreseeable future. 

On top of all that, she couldn't even turn to her father for help, because even if daddy could get her out of this, she knew that he'd never see her the same way again. It almost hurt her inside to think how excited her father was about the current arrangement, but she couldn't blame him for it. On the surface it seemed so perfect that she'd be working right next door, but the pieces that he didn't, and couldn't, know painted a scene far different from that idealized picture.

Paige's alarm went off around just before 6 AM, far too early when laid against the very little sleep her mind had allowed her to steal. Nonetheless, she dragged herself out of bed and into her bathroom for her early morning shower. After days of what she could only term as violations by her neighbor, she was cautious to make sure her shower curtain left nothing to be seen from outside, even though she knew no one would or could be looking. 

After a quick shower and dressing for her school day, Paige rushed downstairs, pasting the same sweet, beaming smile on her face that her parents had seen nearly every day of her life. She always made sure to be awake in time to say good morning to her parents before they left for their workdays. 

Paige embraced her mother in a long hug, her voice bubbling "Have a good day mommy." She then turned to her father, and locked her arms around his neck. Again, she tried to express her current predicament to him in this hug, but she couldn't think of how he could possibly hear a plea that she knew she couldn't make. "Have a great day, daddy," burst cheerfully from her lips as her parents departed. 

After a light breakfast, Paige exited the house. She locked the door behind her, as always, and stepped out onto the sidewalk to await the school bus. Minutes later, she heard Lee's door open. She refused to even look in His direction, choosing to try to ignore Him. 

Lee looked across at her from His garage, simply greeting her with "See you after school; I have plenty of chores for you." 

Paige struggled to settle her breathing and not outwardly show her frustration and anger. His words were always so perfectly chosen to appear totally innocent to anyone looking on from outside of their current arrangement, but always pointed specifically enough to make her feel completely helpless.

Relief set in for Paige when she finally reached school. This was a place where she was still in control of herself. No one here knew about her ordeal. No one here knew anything about what she had done or why. Here, she was every bit the sweet, innocent girl that she wanted still to be. 

The school day went by as so many had before. Paige reverted from her state of shock and dismay over her neighbor's extortion of her and became the girl everyone knew. Her natural personality sparkled through the fog surrounding her. Her laugh and her smile came back, not the forced smiles she'd been giving her parents over the past days, but the real, sparkling smile of a teenage girl enjoying every moment of her youth.

Getting on the bus to go home, though, put Paige back into her state of subdued panic. She sat in her seat throughout the ride home, staring out the window, listening to the churning engine of the bus bring her closer to her fate, to Lee. 

Arriving home, Paige waited a few moments for the bus to disappear around a corner, then walked directly over to Lee's front door, determined to get done whatever He'd have her do. Seeing a light on in His home office, she rang the door bell. 

"It's open, Paige." Lee's voice boomed from inside. 

Paige turned the doorknob slowly and stepped inside cautiously, though she couldn't think of much that Lee could have set for her that would make her feel worse about this than she already did. 

"Come into the office." Lee's voice commanded from the short distance. 

Paige dropped her book bag near the entry way and walked meekly across His den to the office. Lee sat at His desk, going through digital photos on His computer. Paige stood just inside the office door, not wanting to be any closer to Lee than she'd have to be. 

Lee's eyes gave her only a passing glance today, spending much more time focused on His work. 

"Water the plants, pick up in the den, and clean up the kitchen." Lee commanded simply, becoming again engrossed in flipping through the photos He'd taken on His recent trip out of town. 

Paige stood in the doorway; looking confused at the simple list of chores she'd just been given. She'd walked in expecting a continuation of her previous humiliation. Lee had seemed so pleased to make her relive every moment of it, reveling in her emotional turmoil. But today, there was nothing of it, not so much as a mention of what had brought her here; nothing but a simple list, a list that quite frankly, she'd be happy to do for an after-school job. 

"Is there a problem?" Lee asked, in a tone that underlined His usual calm control with just a hint of soothing ease. 

"No, no, I'm sorry." Paige quickly stammered, as she stepped out of the office and set about her given tasks. 

"If you have any questions, just ask." Lee's voice followed.

Paige decided to start with the kitchen, finding the remnants of a recent meal around the kitchen counter and sink. She took a few moments explore the drawers and cupboards, taking Lee's ambiguous directions as an implied consent to acquaint herself with His home. 

She started off rounding up all the dirty dishes and cookware from around the room and quickly scraping and rinsing them clean, scrubbing anything needing further attention, and organized them into the dishwasher. 

A quick washcloth taken around the surfaces of the kitchen made barely dirtied countertops and table shine like new. Finishing the job with a quick sweep of the floor, deciding that should be satisfactory. 

"This can't be it." Paige thought silently to herself. 

The tasks she'd been assigned were nothing different than she'd done at home pretty much every day. It was hard to call what she'd been entrusted today as even a job, Lee's house was pretty much clean the moment she walked in. 

Her mind flashed back to exactly why she was here, the servitude she'd sold herself into. She shook all this confusion from her mind, deciding that the price of Lee's continued silence was for her to simply do what she was told, so that's what she would do.

The den would be next, Paige decided. She was far more familiar with this room; this was where her true shame began. She went around the room, picking up a few stray magazines, cleaning up a rocks glass on the corner table next to His favorite chair. She paused a moment as her arm brushed against the soft fabric on the arm. 

In that momentary touch, Paige couldn't help but remember what she had done in that very chair a few days before. The reminder was cemented into her consciousness a moment later when her eyes locked on the digital picture frame sitting on the end table. 

Paige was mortified to see the frame scrolling the very pictures she had taken of herself for His pleasure and silence. She squeezed the glass in her hand as the memory's flooded through her mind. She was standing next to that chair, forced again to relive every moment of that first day. 

It was almost the same mortifying feeling that Paige had felt when she thought she was about to get caught. She froze in place, leaning over the chair, only able to squeeze the glass in her hand as she watched the pictures scroll through on the digital frame. Every time the screen faded to momentary blackness, she hoped for a split second that the next picture would be something other than herself, and every time her heart sunk when her body appeared again. 

"I hate Him." Paige whispered to herself, stopping for a few deep breaths. 

Lee was in control at this point. He held her father's perception of her in His hands. Paige thought about what it would mean for her if her father ever found out about all that had happened. 

"Maybe he wouldn't be so mad." Paige thought silently to herself, considering her father had always supported her. 

Even as she thought about the best-case scenario of her father finding out, she remembered the few times Paige had actually seen her father angry, and suddenly, in her mind, that anger was directed at her. Would he ground her, kick her out, or even worse? 

"Maybe he would." Paige argued back to herself, wiping a tear from her eye. 

The subtle sound of cracking glass was the catalyst this time that woke Paige from her seemingly catatonic focus on the frame. She quickly dropped the glass into Lee's chair, lucky to not have broken it fully. She huffed with anger at having to once again see the pictures of her humiliation. 

"Chores." Paige said to herself, snapping herself back to the reason she was there. The word carried all the weight of why she had agreed to this. If her father ever found out about all this, she knew for sure that he'd never look at her the same way again. 

Paige carefully carried the cracked rocks glass and took it to the kitchen. She wanted to avoid Lee for the moment, she couldn't really look at Him after being forced again to look at her pictures. 

Paige finally went about watering the plants throughout the house. The time and the simple task gave her a chance to calm herself. Finally, she returned to the kitchen, finding the cracked glass and taking it to Lee's office. 

"Um, Lee," Paige stammered out, standing just inside the office door, "I, um, cracked this glass."

Lee looked up from His work, noting the cracked glass in Paige's hands. "Are you okay?" Lee asked, stoically. 

Paige found herself shocked that Lee would ask that first, it was too caring for the Man she'd painted Him as in her mind. 

"Are you alright?" Lee asked again, in a similarly stoic, but firmer tone.

"I'm fine." Paige finally replied.

"How'd it break?" Lee followed.

"I..." Paige started, searching for a diplomatic excuse for breaking the glass. She looked down for a moment at the glass in her hand, and remembered why she'd broken it, how much she hated having to look at those exploitative pictures that Lee had made her take. "I got angry looking at the pictures on the frame by your chair." Paige replied, with a bit of her anger boiling into her voice, "I hate them." 

"I think they're beautiful." Lee shot back, His tone never anything but even, smooth, almost uncaring. "Why should I not have them where I can enjoy them?"

Paige chose not to answer, knowing that whatever she said wouldn't matter anyway. She chose instead to just move the conversation forward. 

"What else do you want me to do?" Paige asked, trying to remain calm, even though she feared more degradation was about to be asked of her.

"That will be all." Lee replied, "There's twenty dollars for you on the table next to the door. See you tomorrow."

Paige looked at him for a moment, shocked she wasn't asked to expose herself to some new humiliation. Her mouth opened to question for a moment, but she stopped herself, taking the opportunity to scurry home, twenty dollars richer.

Dear Diary: I just worked. I don't get Lee at all. Now that he has me and he knows it, all He wants is for me to clean His house. It was simple, and twenty bucks is a lot for working barely an hour. Still, I had to look those pictures again. It kills me to think how much He must look at them.



Torn Paige Day 06



Day 6- Tuesday

Paige rose at her usually early hour. Even through her confusion at Lee's actions, or lack of action, of the previous day, she managed to sleep very well. 

The relief of finally having one day of relative freedom from the situation Paige had put herself in finally freed her mind. She hadn't had to humiliate herself, she didn't have something new to be ashamed of, she just went to school, did an easy job, and came home. For the first time in days, she was a normal girl. 

Paige proceeded with a bounce through her morning routine of showering, dressing, saying goodbye to her parents and having breakfast. Things changed when she stepped outside to wait for the school bus. 

A few minutes of waiting passed until Paige heard Lee's front door open. She glanced over her shoulder, looking for maybe some clue to His behavior the previous day. What she saw instead was Lee escorting a tall, lean brunette to a car she had not noticed parked in His driveway. 

It was pretty clear the woman had spent the night with Him. Her clothes were essentially the stereotype of what a woman would wear to a nightclub, hunting for a one-night stand. Her lean body filled a tight red dress, brazenly showing off her lean body and her every well-placed curve. Her legs showing off their tone atop a set of matching 4 inch heels. 

Paige had seen women like this in Lee's home before, it was the kind of woman she'd watched Him have sex with from the shadows of her bedroom. She didn't really think much of Him having another fling with another woman, though a moment's regret flickered that she didn't get to watch. 

It always mesmerized Paige to watch Lee with a woman. She looked upon it as almost a researcher. She just liked to watch Him, like He was her teacher, like it was a class, something more she could learn rather than something she enjoyed. 

Paige started to turn away as her bus stopped to let her on. As she stepped between the doors, she caught a glimpse of Lee kissing the brunette goodbye. She paused for a short moment on the lowest step of the school bus, not really looking, but not able to ignore. She simply shook her head and stepped up onto the bus, finding her seat for her trip to school. 

The school day for Paige passed much as the previous one had. She was the same girl all her friends had always known: happy, smiling, joking. School was already becoming a place she could escape having to think about Lee. He didn't exist here, and it left her to be her natural self.

The end of the day came again, far too quickly for Paige. She boarded the bus home and upon arriving, went immediately to start her job with Lee. 

A knock at Lee's door was again greeted with His voice stating loudly, "It's open, Paige."

Paige opened the door and quietly stepped inside. Again, she left her bag near and headed to the open door of the office, where she again found Lee working. 

Lee started immediately, "Today, I need you to clean My bedroom, it's quite a mess." 

Paige's mind flashed to that morning, the girl she'd seen leaving. 

Lee continued, "Just pick up a bit, you know about where everything goes, and you're going to have to strip the bed and wash all the bedding. Any questions, come and ask." 

Paige simply nodded as Lee turned back to His work. She turned and carefully rose up the stairs to His bedroom, a little nervous, remembering the last time she had been there.

As Paige opened the door, she was shocked at just how messy the room was. She stepped inside, almost afraid. The first thing that caught her eye was the bed. Today, it wasn't neatly made as it when she was coerced onto it. She stepped in and looked over the mess of pillows strewn about it, blankets hanging off the sides, and sheets barely clinging to the bed. 

Paige moved further into the room, her eyes found a table off in one corner. She remembered from her last experience in Lee's bedroom, but was dismayed to find everything that usually sat atop it piled on the floor next to it. 

Paige's mind thought about what was really being asked of her. She was being asked to clean up a night of Lee's sexual indulgence. It certainly put a different twist on what she'd watched from her bedroom so many times before. 

A heavy sigh burst from Paige's small body as she knelt carefully next to the table, starting to pick up the pile of random things on the floor. Her eyes widened as she realized that in the pile was a spent condom. 

It horrified Paige to think about what Lee expected. "He can't really...." Paige whispered to herself, knowing that He really did expect her to clean that up too.

Paige found a pen, carefully taking up the open end of the disgusting thing, not wanting to touch it. Barely able to look at the disgusting thing dangling from there, she carefully moved it into the trash can next to the bed. 

Paige decided it best to do the bed next, and get all the bedding into the wash. The first thing that grabbed her was the scent. The cloud of scent was nearly overpowering: a mix of sweat, perfume, and who knows what else. 

The scent turned Paige's stomach a bit as she hovered close to the bed, starting to strip it. She carefully picked through the bedding and sheets, stripping them down into an empty basket sitting near the closet. 

As Paige peeled back the top sheet, her whole body froze when she saw another condom just lying in the center of the tangled sheets. She carefully grabbed the used piece with the sheet in her hand, again, not wanting to touch it directly. Despite her disgust, this time she looked at it for a moment, observing it as she had often observed Lee, watching His leftover semen pool at the tip of the condom. Snapping out of her trance, she gave it gentle toss toward the trash can, breathing a heavy sigh of relief that it didn't fall onto the floor. 

Happily for Paige, that was the last surprise to be found. She managed to get all of the bedding into the basket and head down to the laundry room, trying not to breathe in the musky scent any more than she had to. 

Paige stuffed Lee's sheets and pillowcases into the washing machine and set it to work cleaning them. She quickly scurried back to the bedroom and finished the chore of cleaning it, even vacuuming the floor in the time the washer was running the sheets.  

She returned to the laundry room and transferred the sheets to the drier, and set Lee's comforter into the washer. 

Having finished straightening up the bedroom, Paige saw no choice but to return to Lee's office.

"The bedding is in the laundry," Paige stated simply, "other than that, the bedroom is clean."

"Good, thank you, Paige." Lee replied. "Will you please stay and re-sheet the bed and put the comforter in the drier." 

It was still shocking to Paige to hear Lee treat her so politely after all He'd seen and done to her. 

"Okay." Paige replied quietly. "Is there anything else you'd like done while I'm waiting?"

"Nothing I can think of off hand." Lee answered. "Feel free to look around for something to do, or just relax."

Paige did a slow lap around the house, looking for something to do to pass the time. She peeked in and out of the kitchen, the living room, rechecked the bedroom, and checked a few of the closets. 

Finally, Paige even went into the den and looked around. The only thing that caught her attention there was the picture frame, still running through the most exposing photos of her humiliating experience with Lee. She sighed deeply at the sight and retreated to the kitchen, taking a seat at the table, out of sight of the picture frame, and of Lee.

The moments seemed to drag on as Paige sat there alone, with nothing to do but think, and being here, she could really only think more about what was happening to her. Her situation had morphed from humiliating and frustrating to just confusing. 

Lee had done everything to get Paige under His control, and now that He had established Himself as the power-holder in their arrangement, He was basically doing nothing with it. All she'd done for the past couple days is a job, just cleaning. Granted, in a different position, she wouldn't have been comfortable cleaning a bedroom that still reeked of sex, but it still was as oppressive as He could, and did, make her do. 

One thought really shook Paige when it spilled from the depths of her mind. If she could ever find a way to ignore or forget those pictures, that humiliation, that pain, she'd even think of Lee as a nice guy.

Finally, Paige heard a buzzer blare from the laundry room. She rose quickly and returned there, taking the sheets and pillow cases from the drier and transferring the comforter into it. She scurried up the stairs to the bedroom and went about making the bed. She took in the clean scent of the bedding now, happy to have the scents that had effected so much earlier gone. After finishing, she returned quickly to Lee's office.

"Anything else?" Paige asked Lee. 

"Nothing today." Lee quietly responded, pulling another twenty dollars from His wallet and setting it on a counter closer to Paige.

Paige couldn't help but flash a tiny smile and thank Him, before gathering her books and departing for home.

Dear diary: I don't really get Lee at all. This job He's given is pretty simple, though today was kind of gross. His bedding was pretty nasty, it smelled really strong. I guess that's what sex smells like. I wonder who that girl was.



Torn Paige Day 07



Day 7 -- Wednesday

For the first time in a week, Paige actually woke up happy. She wasn't thinking about how terrible Lee's blackmail was. She wasn't scared about her father finding out what Lee had made her do. Life actually seemed kind of good for her. She had school with all her friends, she was still daddy's princess at home, and she had a job right next door that was pretty easy and gave her a bit of cash on top of it. 

The one thing that haunted her was the scent of Lee's bedroom the day before. It was almost like the scent was there somehow. It wasn't obvious; it was like something in the background of a picture, only there when Paige wasn't trying to find it. 

Paige rose from bed and slid into the shower, letting the warm water cleanse her young, slender body. As she stood under the streaming water, the scent started to wash away as she soaped up her frame. She carefully rubbed her scented body wash through the tuft of hair framing her virgin sex. 

Her breath caught momentarily in her throat as her fingers brushed her clit, finding it hard, though she couldn't understand why. She blushed hard at this unexpected discovery, embarrassed by something she couldn't explain even though no one would ever know. She rushed to finish her shower and hopped out, drying off and getting dressed for school. 

All of Paige's embarrassment melted away and completely left her mind when she arrived downstairs and saw her father at the breakfast table. "Good morning, daddy!" burst excitedly from her lips the moment she reached the bottom of the stairs. She practically ran across the kitchen to lock a hug around his neck, forgetting anything but happiness in that first moment. 

Paige's father could scarcely recall seeing his daughter so happy. He threw his arms around Paige, locking her in a hug that always made her feel safe and loved, and greeted her back, "Someone's happy this morning." 

Paige only smiled broadly and kissed her father on the cheek, then bounced over to her mother and gave her a hug and kiss with just as much affection. Paige couldn't stop smiling the whole morning as she prepared her breakfast and sent her parents off to their respective days. 

After a quick breakfast of her own, Paige headed off to school, not seeing Lee at all this morning. 

Paige's happiness flowed from her throughout her school day. Everyone who knew her well seemed to comment about her particularly cheerful mood. 

She hopped off the school bus in front of her house and immediately went over to Lee's front door, as was becoming her daily ritual. She started to knock on His door when she noticed a note attached to it, with her name written on it. 

Paige carefully unfolded the note and read it to herself:

Hello Paige.

Sorry I'm not here this afternoon, I had a call to do a quick photo shoot. I'll probably be gone till late this evening. I left a key for you under the mat by the back door. All I need you to do today is tidy up the office, the den, and the kitchen. I left your twenty dollars on the desk in the office. Please keep the key when you're finished, you might need it again sometime. Make sure you lock up when you leave.

Lee

Paige hardly realized as she read the note how clearly she could hear His voice in her mind. She quickly walked around to the back door and found the key: as weird as it sounded, her key. 

She tried the key in the back door and let herself into the laundry room. Dropping her book bag by the door, Paige set quickly about her assigned chores. 

There was nothing to it tonight, all of the rooms she'd been set to clean took her less than a half-hour. The only unpleasantness came from finding that picture frame in the den still displaying her pictures. In her cheerful mood of the day though, her annoyance at this lasted little more than a few seconds. 

She made a second sweep around the lower level of the house, looking for any extra things she could do, but she found little else. Deciding to skip going up to Lee's bedroom, she grabbed her day's pay, checked the front door to ensure it was locked, picked up her books and left through the back, locking up when she did. 

Paige's delightful day continued throughout dinner with her parents that evening and into the night. As she sat at the desk in her bedroom, finishing her homework, she noted two sets of headlights pull into Lee's driveway. Through the fading light of late evening, she thought she recognized the second car as the same one she'd seen a few days before.

Before another thought could enter Paige's mind, she saw Lee and the brunette appear in His bedroom window. She clicked off her desk lamp and started to watch. It wasn't long before the brunette was stripped bare across the way, obviously without any hesitation on her part. 

Paige watched as Lee's hands caressed and fondled the brunette's nude body, and how the girl bathed herself in His touch. She watched as the brunette moved her luscious body against His, tempting Him. 

Without realizing it, Paige had moved to the edge of her seat. She watched intently as across the way the brunette sank to her knees, her hands working His belt and zipper open. Paige looked at Lee, watching how casually He stood over His willing playmate, as if this was more than expected, more like inevitable. When her eyes once again found the brunette, her head was bobbing rhythmically back and forth at His waist. 

In her naivety, it took a Paige a brief moment to realize just what the girl was doing. She watched, almost awestruck. She didn't think of that as something a girl did very willingly, yet Lee's girl seemed excited to be in that position. Paige's eyes turned back to Lee for a moment, watching as He looked down on His girl, obviously happy, and obviously not surprised at her actions.

As soon as Paige had settled her mind to the image before her, she watched as the brunette rose, and helped Lee out of the rest of His clothing. Paige noticed her fishing in Lee's pocket for a moment, then taking hold of His hard shaft with both hands, working it carefully. 

The brunette started to climb onto Lee's bed, but as soon as one knee hit the bed, Lee grabbed her hips and pushed inside her. Paige looked on from across the way, shocked about how casually He did whatever He wanted with her. She looked at how the brunette immediately responded to Him, starting to rock her body and forth. 

Paige simply couldn't fathom how many times she'd watched Lee, how casually He acted toward sex, it seemed backwards to her. Everything she'd experienced previously, the way her parents had talked to her about sex, the way the boys in school acted when anything even bordered on sexual talk, all told her that sex was a big deal, and that women were the ones who were in control of it. 

The handful of women that Paige had seen Him with, though, all seemed more anxious to have Him than He was at getting to have them. Lee always seemed to be in control, and the women all seemed like the horny boys she knew in high school, anxious at the very idea of sex. 

Paige gazed across the span between her window and Lee's, watching as Lee stood His eager playmate up, her body pressed tightly back against His, their hips moving in rhythm with one another, as if they were on display completely for her voyeuristic pleasure.

That thought shocked Paige for a moment. She whispered to herself, "He knows." She sank back away from the window, but couldn't bring herself to pull her eyes away from the action. 

She watched as the brunette turned her head to meet Lee in a kiss. Paige could practically hear the sounds that her pleasure-wracked face and heaving chest clearly exhibited, though the sounds never made it to her ear. Her eyes wandered, almost terrified, to Lee's face. She was relieved to see that at least He wasn't looking back at her, His focus seemed to be totally on His playmate now. 

Amazement overtook Paige as she watched the brunette entire body start to shake and shiver against Lee's. To herself, again whispering, she stated what had to be happening, "She's cumming." The brunette's face showed her howling, screaming in delight as she lost control. All the while Lee remained behind her, His hands firmly gripping her hips, His pace never abating, forcing her to endure unrelenting ecstasy.

Paige was completely mesmerized by the spectacle happening before her. Unconsciously, she rocked back and forth on the edge of her chair, not noticing that her body had positioned itself just right so the corner of the seat was rubbing against her clit. 

She gazed the girl across the way with Lee, His hands now gripping her shoulders, holding her nearly unresponsive frame in place as He continued to pleasure Himself with it. Paige looked at Lee just as He buried Himself into her with one final, hard thrust, shaking a bit, obviously allowing Himself to release now. 

Paige continued to rock back and forth on the edge of her chair, her pace subsiding a bit as the action in her window cooled for the moment. Lee's playmate sunk to her knees before Him, kissing and licking around His still-hard cock, one of her hands sliding off the condom that she'd clearly put on Him earlier. 

Spent, the brunette hugged Lee's legs, as if she were going to completely collapse if she didn't hold on to Him, and started to lick and kiss His cock. Paige took in the mental image of what she could of the brunette, hair a mess, gently caressing and licking Lee's cock, differently than before. 

Before long, Lee encouraged His brunette girl to stand and laid her back onto His bed. He sank over her and slid into her again, starting this time to take her more slowly, savoring her. Paige's hips still slid over the edge of her chair, as if beyond her control or consciousness. As Lee's pace again began to rise, Paige nearly jumped from her chair. The way she'd been rubbing herself on the chair suddenly gripped her mind as she felt an orgasm starting to build fast. She stopped herself immediately, blushing fiercely at the sudden realization that her body was pleasuring itself while she watched. 

She huffed hard as she watched Lee a few more seconds, silently blaming Him for the shame she was feeling now. Finally, she closed her blinds, not able to endure the embarrassment she knew that would follow her watching any longer. 

Paige laid down in her bed, trying to take her mind off what she knew was happening behind her closed blinds. After a few minutes, she decided to write about the good parts of her day in her journal.

Dear diary: It was a great day today. School was wonderful and I didn't even have to deal with Lee while I was cleaning. I haven't felt this good since this whole mess started.

Paige reread a few times what she'd written, trying to put her journal away, but she couldn't bring herself to lie in the pages of it. She'd promised herself that this would be the place where she'd always be honest. She scratched out the entry and started again. 

Dear diary: What's happening to me? I had my first really good day since everything started with Lee, but now I'm just angry and embarrassed. I sat here tonight and watched Him with that brunette I saw the other morning. I wasn't even trying, I don't think, but I almost came. I've watched him before and I've never done that, it's never been something to turn me on. Was it?



Torn Paige Day 08



Day 8 -- Thursday

Paige struggled all night to find sleep. She fought and fought through the night to suppress everything that had happened the night before, to expel it from her mind. Every time she found a moment of sleep, though, her guard would drop, and the combination of curiosity and the orgasm she'd denied herself would rouse her awake. She'd stare at her closed blinds for minutes, wondering what was happening behind them, but she couldn't bring herself to open them again.

The hours of the night dragged by like this. Paige couldn't find sleep, the harder she tried to keep her mind off Lee and His playmate, the more she thought and wondered about them. If she opened the blinds, would they still be having sex?

As the light of morning started to peek in around the edges of her blinds, Paige stared at the ceiling. "This is going to suck," Paige said to herself, pounding her fist lightly on her bed. Here she was, exhausted, sleep-deprived, and with a full day of school ahead, and another night of dealing with Lee. "Maybe He won't be there again today" she thought to herself, giving herself a bit of false hope. 

After a few minutes of trying to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead, her alarm started to blare. Paige shut it off and dragged herself out of bed and stumbled to her bathroom. "A shower will help," she said to herself, stripping of her pajamas and stepping carefully into the tub. 

The cascade of warm water of her body started to wake Paige up. She smiled a bit at the feeling, the thought that the day might not be so bad after all. She soaped up her young body slowly, feeling better and better as she cleaned herself off. As her soapy sponge drifted past her waist, though, her pussy responded with a rush of electric sensation that snapped from her consciousness any other thoughts. 

Paige's eyes shot down to her mound, looking at her sex as if it were a completely alien entity, totally beyond her control. "Fuck" she whispered to herself, realizing that the orgasm she'd denied herself watching Lee, and throughout the night, was still there, simmering deep within her. 

This realization turned Paige's shower into a rush, she finished washing her body quickly. She tried hard to avoid allowing her pussy to have even the slightest sensation, doing everything she could to avoid the release that rested within her. She was absolutely determined to keep it inside. In her mind, letting it out would be letting Lee win. 

Stepping out of the tub, Paige dried herself off quickly. She walked back into her bedroom and dressed for school. 

Descending the stairs, Paige did her best to paste a smile onto her face as she walked into the kitchen and cheerfully squeaked "Good morning, daddy." She walked around the table and clung her father's neck for a long moment. She next walked over and hugged her mother. 

"Are you alright?" Paige's father asked, "You look tired."

"I didn't sleep very well last night," Paige replied, "but I'll be ok."

Paige's father looked at her for a long moment, but finally nodded at finished his breakfast.

Soon enough, Paige's parents had left for work and she was locking the house up. As she walked toward the curb to wait for the school bus, she locked her gaze straight forward, not wanting to look toward Lee's house. 

As Paige waited anxiously for the school bus, she heard Lee's door open. She listened as Lee and the brunette talked and laughed back and forth, but she refused to turn her eyes to see what was happening. She breathed in relief as she heard a car start, and watched the brunette drive past her and away. Moments later, her school bus arrived.

After surviving the school, Paige stepped off the school bus, a little dismayed to see that Lee was apparently home, and she would have to deal with Him in her work this afternoon. She walked slowly to His door and knocked, still clinging to hope that somehow He wouldn't be there.

"Come in, Paige" Lee's voice called.

Paige slowly opened the door and stepped inside, dropping her book bag by the door and walking to Lee's office.

"What do you need today?" Paige asked, stifling a yawn.

"The bedroom needs cleaning again." Lee replied plainly. 

Paige sighed heavily, remembering how disgusting she had found that chore last time. "Is that all?" 

"That's all; make sure you wash the bedding." Lee responded.

Paige retreated from the office and ascended the stairs to Lee's bedroom. She stared about the room, focusing first on the bed. She decided immediately to strip the bedding and get it into the laundry, wanting nothing more right now than to get home and sleep. 

The tousled sheets somehow looked different today than they had before though. Today, instead of just a mess, the curves and crumples in the sheets reminded Paige of images she'd seen the previous night. Images of the brunette on her back, with Lee perched over her, taking her. The scent of the room had changed for Paige. The mix of sweat and sex today wasn't as sickening to her, not nearly so. 

Prying her mind away from the previous night's images, Paige slowly started to strip the bed, searching slowly through each layer for spent condoms or anything else that might have been left behind. Happily for her today, she found none in the sheets, though she couldn't help but peek into the trash can aside the bed, as if something inside her needed to see them. 

Paige loaded Lee's bedding into a laundry basket and descended the stairs. The whole time she walked down the stairs, the scent from the basket filled her nostrils. A feeling washed through her body, not the nausea she'd felt before, a feeling that awoke the orgasm she'd been trying to deny herself. 

Arriving in the laundry room, she quickly stuffed the bedding into the washing machine and set the machine to work, trying again to ignore the tingling through her body, centered between her legs. 

Returning to Lee's bedroom, Paige went about cleaning up the rest of the room. Today it wasn't nearly the mess it had been a couple days prior. Other than the bedding, there was very little cleaning to do. Still, as she moved about the room, straightening and wiping up, she found herself beset with flashes of imagery from the previous night. 

Satisfied that the room was back in order, Paige decided to return to the laundry room to check on the sheets. As she descended the stairs, she saw Lee still busy at work in His office. She simply walked by silently and ducked into the laundry room, moving the basket holding His comforter and sitting on the dryer. 

Paige sat for a few minutes in the laundry room, looking around, thinking, not really paying much attention to anything in particular. Letting her mind wander, though, had only allowed the orgasm she'd been desperate to deny creep back into her core. As the washer began its spin cycle, she began to realize what had roused the feeling within her. She breathed in deeply, the scent of last night's sex filling the air in the small room, coming from the comforter that was still quite ripe with the scent. 

Paige watched for a frustrating moment as the washing machine shook and shuddered, and finally her resistance fell. She hopped quickly off the dryer, peeking into the hallway for a moment, ensuring that Lee still sat busy at His desk. 

Satisfied she wouldn't be interrupted; Paige slid back into the laundry room and lifted herself onto the corner of washing machine, moving her skirt out of the way. She carefully placed her panty-clad clit on the corner of the machine, just as she had grinded on the corner of her chair watching Lee the previous night. 

Paige stifled an ecstatic moan as the motion of the washer started to have the desired effect. Every vibration shot through her petite frame, exciting her every nerve as she finally let herself succumb to the tension in her core. She chewed softly on her lower lip as her entire body came alive, bathing in a sea of sensory delight. 

The frustration of the last 24 hours quickly subsided, and the rocking motion of the washer against Paige's sweet spot drove her over the edge. Doing her best to muffle a scream, she bit down harder on her lip as she came. She could feel a gush of fluid moisten her panties as her body shook and shuddered, riding out the orgasm.

Paige's breathing only got hotter and heavier with every moment of the orgasm, making her inhale more and more of the musky scent rising from Lee's comforter. Her sexuality was awake in this moment like it never had been before, and she needed more.

Her slender fingers slid under her skirt and pulled her panties aside, exposing her tight pink pussy. She retook her position on the corner of the watching, breathing out heavily as the vibrating machine teased her exposed clit. She slowly wiggled her hips down onto the edge of the machine, the corner of the machine almost pushing inside her as she searched for more sensation to feed the lust burning inside her. 

Working hard to control her breathing, Paige settled back into position, stifling moans as the machine worked against her bare pink lips. Lost now in her own lust, she reached into the basket and grabbed Lee's comforter, pulling it close to herself and burying her face into it. Every breath she gasped now was ripe and full with the scent of sex, and it stoked her arousal to another height. 

She balled the comforter in her hands as she held it to her face, her horniness now raging nearly beyond her control, she started to moan and whine into the blanket. She could feel her sex growing wetter and wetter against the edge of the machine. Her stomach muscles started to tense again, her body rolling closer to another orgasm, and she wanted it desperately. 

Laying over the washing machine, drowning in her own lust, Paige had almost ceased to be a young woman: she was a crazed animal, on the hunt for her own pleasure. Soon enough, she found that pleasure, and it consumed her. Her body writhing and bucking atop the machine, Paige screamed into the comforter as the orgasm ripped through her body.

For the next couple minutes, Paige could only lay there, shaking from head to toe. Almost a day of denying herself had given her an orgasm like she'd never had in her life. Finally turning her head to the doorway, she screamed out as she realized Lee was standing there, watching everything. 

A thousand questions raced through Paige's mind as she stared at Lee. How long had He been watching? What did He see? What was He thinking? How did He know? She could only lay silent and look at Him, her eyes betraying the fear, shame, and confusion that were racing through her. She searched Lee's face for anything that might give an answer to any of the questions in her mind, but could find none. 

"Finish the sheets, get the comforter in the dryer and you can go home." Lee told her simply.

Paige could only nod in reply, turning her eyes away from Him to hide her feelings, and her frustration that she had no answers. She watched as Lee turned away and returned to His office. 

Paige spent the rest of the evening in the laundry room, sitting silently in the corner, waiting for His bedding to dry, and trying not to think. After what seemed like an eternity in silence, she started His comforter in the dryer, took the rest of the bedding to His bedroom and made the bed.

Ready to leave now, Paige returned to Lee's office and peeked in tentatively. 

Paige's voice quavered barely above a whisper as she asked, "Anything else?"

"Nothing. I'll see you tomorrow." Lee replied simply, gesturing toward the twenty dollars He'd left on a shelf near the office door, and still giving Paige no clues as to what He was thinking.

Paige quickly collected her day's pay, and left. 

As hard as she tried to block out what had happened, what she'd done, it was all she could think about for the rest of the night.

Dear diary: I don't know what's happening to me. I made myself cum today in Lee's house, and he caught me. I don't even know why I did it, but I just needed it so bad, I really needed since I watched him last night. The weirdest part is Lee saw everything, or at least enough, and He didn't say a word about it. I don't get Him at all. I wish I knew what He was thinking. I wish He'd tell me He was mad. I wish He'd tell me it's ok. I wish He'd tell me that He's going to tell my father. I wish I knew something, anything.



Torn Paige Day 09



Day 9 -- Friday

Paige spent half the night awake, thinking about what she'd done the evening before. Finally, sheer exhaustion took over and granted her a few precious hours of sleep. 

A few hours later, she was pulled from sleep by her alarm clock. Silently, she turned off her alarm and laid back, staring at the ceiling for several long minutes, thinking the whole time that she was in for another very long day.

As was her daily routine, Paige slid her pajamas off and stepped into her tub, hoping the water would wake her up a bit as it had the day before. Today though, a simple shower wasn't enough to replace her lack of sleep, and she had to turn the water on as icy cold as she could to get any helpful effect from it. 

After getting dressed, Paige rushed down the stairs, just in time to send her mother and father off to work with a hug. 

Paige's father was a little concerned for his daughter, knowing it was off for her to look so tired, especially two mornings in a row. "Are you alright, honey?", he asked, a little worry creeping into his voice. 

"I'll be fine daddy," Paige responded, forcing her voice into a cheerful tone that hid her real mood, her real problems. "I just haven't slept too well the past couple nights, but I'll be fine."

Paige sighed a little as her father got into his car and drove off. She realized how hard she was working to keep secrets from her father. She remembered the small secret that had started this whole mess, and how insignificant it seemed compared to what was happening to her now. 

Then she started thinking about what she had done in Lee's house the day before, how she'd masturbated, how she thought about watching Lee with His playmate the night before. And she thought about the worst part of it, the part she really wanted to deny: how good that orgasm felt.

The school bus' air brakes snapped Paige's thoughts back into the present. Panicking as she realized it was right outside, she ran out of the house, grabbing her book bag as she sprinted through the door, barely having time to lock up before she rushed onto the bus. 

All day at school, Paige struggled with a mix of total exhaustion and apprehension. Throughout the entire day, she barely responded to anyone speaking to her. She looked up at the clock every few minutes, part of her hoping for time to fly, part of her never wanting the school day to end, so she'd never have to face Lee.

As the minutes and hours ticked on, Paige finally accepted the fact that she was going to have to face Lee. The thought made her weak, putting a nervous excitement in her. "At least I'll know what He's going to do," she thought to herself.

The day ended and Paige stepped off the bus and walked silently to Lee's door. She jumped in surprise to find Lee standing a few feet inside as she entered. She set her book bag softly on the floor and looked at Lee. She opened her mouth to ask what He needed of her, but she couldn't speak. 

Lee could see the fear in Paige's eyes as she looked at Him. He grinned and answered the real question that was on her mind. "I saw plenty yesterday," He stated simply. Paige's face burned with the deep blush that came over her cheeks, realizing she had no excuse, no defense for what she'd done. "And I'm going to see a whole lot more," Lee continued. 

Her voice still locked away in shock, humiliation and shyness, Paige could only look back at Lee. The confusion and terror in her eyes asked silently what Lee could possibly mean by that. 

"Strip," Lee said simply, His voice so controlled, almost casual as He commanded the terrified girl before Him, His tone punctuating the order with an expectation of unquestioned compliance.

Paige's eyes welled up with tears immediately. "He can't really expect me too..." she thought to herself. With a hard swallow, she managed to exhale a whisper with the question, "What?"

Lee stood firm, outlining her choice simply, without anger or disappointment at being questioned. "Take off your clothes, or everything I have, everything I know, will go straight to your father."

A tear rolled down Paige's cheek as her hands rose slowly to the top button of her blouse. She searched Lee's face through her teary eyes, pleading silently for His mercy. The first button slid open, then the second, and the third. Every time she released a button open, she searched Lee, hoping He'd allow her to stop, but His expression remained steely, His expectation unchanged.

Soon enough, Paige had removed her blouse and laid it carefully over her bookbag. She looked again at Lee, but still found no change in His demeanor, no mercy, no release, no sign that He even enjoyed seeing her strip. 

Paige's hands slid to the back of the skirt she was wearing. Her chin lowered as she slid down the zipper at the back of her skirt and pushed it over her hips, letting it fall to the floor and sliding it onto her blouse with her foot, not wanting to bend over and show Lee anything. She then carefully sat on a bench next to the door and removed her shoes and stockings. 

Paige sat on the bench a long moment, and then stood before Lee, praying that this would be enough, but knowing that it wouldn't. She labored to lift her eyes back to Lee's, hoping for the mercy she was sure she wouldn't find. Lee simply stated, in that same infuriatingly stoic tone, "Everything."

Paige huffed a bit in frustration and turned her back to Lee. Her fingers slipped open the clasp of her bra and she slid it slowly off her arms. Her panties came last. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her white cotton panties and hesitated. She turned again, now turning her side to Lee, unable to figure out how to hide herself best. Finally, she slid her panties down her smooth, slender legs and stepped out of them, putting them atop her pile of clothing. 

"Turn," Lee ordered simply "and face Me." Paige complied meekly, turning her body toward Lee, pressing her thighs tight together to hide her young sex, her arms crossing over her smallish breasts. 

"Go into the den," Lee continued, "and sit in My chair." Paige wanted so badly to end this, but the fear inside her forced her body to comply. She padded carefully into the den, saddened that Lee was following right behind. The feel of His eyes on her bare back and butt made her quicken her pace, practically diving into His chair so she could hide again. 

With her butt pressed firmly into the seat, Paige crossed her legs and kept her arms crossed over her chest, desperate not to let Him see her body. In her rush, she initially failed to notice Lee's video camera trained on the very chair she was now sitting. She froze in place, not wanting to move in the camera's gaze. Lee soon enough stood aside the camera, His gaze upon her no less cold and mechanical.

"I know you were watching Me the other night," Lee stated simply, "and now it's My turn to watch you. You had no problem getting yourself off in My house yesterday, so you're going to do it again today."

Paige looked up at Lee in horror. Her mouth opened to protest but Lee stopped her immediately. "You're going to do exactly what I say, or your father will know everything you've done. I expect no resistance," Lee informed her, in a tone that indicated neither a threat nor anger, only a simple fact.

Paige's choked back the urge to argue. Her eyes welled with tears as she looked up at Lee, and she could only acknowledge Lee with a slight nod. She couldn't believe she was complying, but she had no choice. Daddy just couldn't find out, especially about yesterday. 

"Lay back, put your legs over the arms of the chair, hands on your knees," Lee commanded, keeping the same simple, stoic tone. 

Paige turned her eyes away from Lee, as tears started to stream down her cheeks. She fought for a long moment to separate her will from her actions. She wanted so badly to fight, to run, even just to say no, but her body soon lay in His chair. Her hands falling on her knees, she exposed herself fully, exactly as He wished.

Lee took a long look through the lens of the camera, making sure her upcoming performance would be captured to His satisfaction. Paige sat still in the chair, her gaze cast aside for the moment, unable to look down at her own nudity, and certainly not able to look to look toward the camera that was recording every second of it. 

Within His own mind, Lee was very pleased with what He saw, but His face, His mannerisms showed none of it. Every time Paige managed to glimpse His direction, she saw no evidence of any feeling from Him, any reason why He was doing this to her.

The emotionless façade carried through His voice as He instructed her simply, "Now, you're going to masturbate for Me. You're going to have an orgasm. Whatever you feel you need to do to achieve an orgasm is permitted, but the camera and I have to be able to see everything."

Paige stared at Him silently for a long moment, her face exhibiting her complete shock. No matter how long these endless minutes dragged on, part of her kept expecting, or at least desperately hoping, that Lee would release her. 

This was the moment though, as she looked into His eyes, that she knew she'd have to comply, somehow. The rest of her body remained frozen, on display just as Lee wanted her. 

"I have all night, but I assume you want to get home," Lee continued, His voice never wavering from its smooth, cold tone. 

Turning her gaze away from Lee and the camera again, Paige squeezed her eyes closed as tight as she could and let her right hand drift along her thigh. She couldn't help but gasp as her fingers brushed across her clit. 

She expected to hear Lee comment as her middle and ring fingers started to roll her clit a bit, but Lee said nothing. Somehow, it made this whole moment just a bit less humiliating. She thought to herself that maybe if He got what He wanted, that would be it, that He wouldn't make it any worse for her. 

Paige's hand moved rhythmically over her clit, and if nothing else, the mechanical motion started to make her sex moisten. Her breathing started to get heavier as the sensations started to spread from her core through her entire body. 

Lee stood next to the camera, silently, not wanting to interrupt whatever she was thinking about that seemed to be working for her. He allowed His eyes to wander the tender, young frame that was on display before Him. His gaze seemed drawn to any muscle that would flex or stretch under her smooth, pale skin. 

Paige's breath started to rise to very faint whimpers and whines as her slender fingers continued to work her tender pearl. Her left hand moved quickly from her knee to her supple chest, her fingers finding her left nipple already hard. She was shocked at how her body was responding to what she was doing. She struggled in her mind to dismiss the almost subconscious idea that being watched, being recorded was exciting, placing the arousal as purely resulting from the mechanical process.

Lee watched on as Paige's body morphed itself from the young girl He'd vaguely known from next door to something purely sexual. He saw her hips start to rock smoothly in time with the motion of her fingertips. His silence never broke. He barely moved a muscle. He allowed Paige to lock herself inside her mind and body.

And Paige did become lost within herself. Her mind pushed out any remembrance of her true surroundings and became entirely focused on her own pleasure. Her fingers became practically a blur over her hardened clit as her mind traced itself back to the nights she'd watched Lee. 

The blur of images she'd witnessed from her bedroom window focused down onto the scene she'd witness just a few days before. The entire event began to replay in Paige's memories, from the moment she started watching Lee and His playmate begin. She could see the way the brunette seemed to worship His body, how her body moved continuously without hesitation to give in to His desires. 

Paige's body responded sharply to the events playing out in her mind. Her whole entire body labored to roll her hips against her hand as it slid furiously over her sex. The friction of overwhelming sensation coursed through her body, warming her entire being. Her lust consumed every bit of her innocence and used it to fuel its own flame. Every muscle in her body tensed in one ecstatic moment as she began to cum. 

A high-pitched squeal of delight filled the air as she surrendered to orgasm. Lean muscles rippled throughout her body as all the built-up tension flooded from her vessel. Gasping and shaking, Paige allowed her orgasm to subside, letting her fingers slow to a gradual stop against her soaking sex. 

Her eyes still tightly closed, Paige started to take long, heavy breaths, trying to bring herself back under control. As her eyes slowly fluttered open, she remembered where she was. In a panic, her head twisted to find Lee and His camera still focused intently on her. A deep flush washed over her face as she finally realized what she'd just done. 

Paige closed her eyes again for a long moment. A single tear slid down her left cheek and dripped off her chin onto her chest. She watched Lee for a long moment, waiting for some kind of reaction, but He was as emotionless as ever. 

Soon enough, Lee gathered up His camera and headed out of the den. He stopped for a moment, as if it were an afterthought. "Take all the time you need to compose yourself. You're finished for the day. Wash up if you feel you need to. I'll see you tomorrow," Lee said, as He walked out, leaving Paige in His chair, alone.

Paige sat in the chair for several long minutes, trying to make sense of what she'd just done. As she searched her memories of past minutes, she was mortified with two realizations: she had forgotten that Lee had coerced into this situation against her will, and she was thinking about Him when her climax consumed her. 

She wanted to scream, to cry, anything to let out her hatred at being trapped in this situation. Instead, she simply rose from the chair, almost robotically and left the den. As she reached the front door, she found her clothing piled on her bookbag, with the addition of a twenty dollar bill. 

"My pay," Paige whispered to herself. The realization of what she was being forced to become hit deep her stomach. She was a paid sexual thrill for Lee, what she'd done today was merely another chore to Him. 

As quickly as she could, Paige dressed, making sure she looked as proper as when she'd left for school that morning, and scurried home. Only a few words with her father, an excuse about school stress and homework, interrupted her path to the safety of her bedroom, where she spent the rest of the evening. 

Dear diary: What did I do today? I can't believe I did that right in front of Him. How is Lee doing this to me? I want more than anything to say no to Him, but I just can't. What can I do? Daddy can't find out what's going on. Why couldn't I stop myself? Why did I cum? Why did I think about Him? Why is this happening to me?



Torn Paige Day 10



Day 10 – Saturday

Paige lay in her bed half the night, staring at the ceiling, trying to answer the questions screaming themselves through her head. Everything she thought she knew about herself, everything she thought she was had been thrown into chaos by a man she'd only really been interacting with for a little over a week. She wanted desperately to restart her life from those few days before, to be able to think of Lee as just the guy who lived next door.

What puzzled her above all was how she was capable of not only being used, but that she was able to draw release, even momentary ecstasy from His extortion. Every time she thought she was making sense of what was happening, her logic would fall apart. 

The next thought was the most confusing of all: she was thinking about Lee when she came. How could she, in the most humiliating moment of her life, have even the slightest desire for the Man who was forcing her to live that moment? This was the thought that played over and over in Paige's mind until exhaustion finally won out and she fell asleep, close to daybreak. 

She woke up early in the afternoon. She lay in bed for a few long minutes after waking, staring out her window toward Lee's bedroom. A sigh escaped Paige's body at the realization that she would be expected to show up again on Lee's doorstep for her next day of chores.  

Paige's daily routine began again with a shower. The whole time as the water washed over her naked body, she wondered what Lee was going to coerce her into doing today. Every time she looked down at herself, she felt like Lee was just across the way, watching what He'd made her do yesterday. 

A blush burned across Paige's cheeks at the thought of the images Lee held in His possession. He owned her body, and she hadn't even fought back. And now, even if she wanted to fight back, He could destroy everything she was to her father.

Paige stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. She pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants then descended the stairs into the kitchen. She plucked an apple from a bowl on the counter and moved into the family room.

A smile curled her lips as she saw her father and mother. "Good morning", she beamed, a flight coming back to her voice as her thoughts of Lee faded into the background, and the life she'd always lived took precedence once again. She wrapped a warm hug around her father's shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

For the first time in days, she felt truly happy, forgetting all her problems and being the little girl she still saw in herself. She laid down onto the floor and took a bite of her apple. 

Paige basked for as long as she could in the happiness of being with her parents. Too soon, though, the realization that she was expected at Lee's began to pry through her comfort. 

Paige's father noted the discomfort his daughter was trying so hard to hide. "Let's go out for dinner tonight," he said, comfortingly. 

A smile returned quickly to Paige's face as she looked up to her father. "Thanks daddy," she squeaked happily.

"Are you supposed to work today?" her father asked.

Paige had to momentarily steady herself to answer, not wanting to arouse any further suspicion in her father. "Yes, daddy," she replied as calmly as she could muster. 

"Why don't you go over and see if you can do whatever Lee needs right now?" asked Paige's father, encouraging her.

Paige almost wanted to cry that her father was pushing her toward her next encounter with Lee, even though she knew her father was only trying to make her happy. 

She took a few deep breaths, feigning a bit of laziness as she lay on the floor. Finally, she propped herself up on her hands and knees and smiled as best she could, "Okay."

Breathing deeply, trying to keep her emotions under control, Paige slid on a pair of sneakers and headed next door. She opened Lee's door slowly and stepped inside. Lee emerged from His office the moment she entered, as stone-faced as He always seemed to be with her. 

Lee drew closer and Paige stood frozen just inside the door. "Strip," He commanded simply. 

"He's going to make me do it all again," Paige said to herself. The urge to scream and run was the sum of her every instinct. Almost before the thought could pass through her mind, though, her hands were at her waist, drawing her shirt up, exposing her young teenage body to Him again.

Paige blushed deeply as she stood bare-chested before Lee. Her hands again slid to her waist, hooking the band of her sweat pants. She raised her eyes to Lee's for the briefest of moments, and then slid her thumbs into her panties as well. She knew full well that He intended her to take off every stitch of clothing, and her non-existent will to fight Him made her bare herself completely, almost robotically. 

Paige carefully removed her pants, underwear, and shoes. She rose, standing fully nude before Lee. 

"Today, your chores will be done in My bedroom. Go upstairs, sit on the corner of the bed," Lee ordered.

Paige's eye shot immediately to Lee's, panic and shock heavy in her eyes. It took her only the briefest moment at the look in Lee's eyes to suppress her instinct to fight. She lowered her head again, and began to pad with tiny steps toward the stairs that lead to His bedroom, with Lee following only a couple steps behind.

Paige passed through the door into Lee's bedroom and sat on the corner of the bed. A jolt of realization hit her as she sat. Lee was able to make her ignore everything she had always been. She ignored the voice in her head that was screaming at her to run away. She knew full well Lee's camera would be looking over the bed, but she didn't even notice it until she consciously looked for it. 

Lee followed her through the bedroom door a few moments later, closing the door behind Him. He looked her up and down a moment as she sat on His bed, her body naturally trying to hide itself. 

Paige looked up at Him, still living in her moment of realization. Her mind raced a bit, panicking a little as He closed the door, locking her in symbolically if not physically. Her mind raced, trying to think how she could run past Him, or even try slipping out the window.  She wanted so badly to escape in that moment; she was ready to do almost anything.

As Paige's mind raced, Lee spoke up. "Get on all fours and show your pussy to the camera," He ordered in His usual calm, demanding tone. 

His voice snapped Paige from her thoughts, and her body moved into position against all her will to escape. 

Lee's voice commanded her, "Touch yourself, play with yourself." 

And Paige's right hand drifted between her legs, brushing over her pussy lips. The thoughts of running had faded from her mind as quickly as they'd struck her. She resigned herself to the fact that only an orgasm was going to earn her release from His bed. She focused totally on clearing her mind, trying to make the orgasm she needed into a purely mechanical process.

Paige's eyes flashed open for barely a moment, and she looked across at her bedroom window. The glimpse filled her mind with the image of her father poking around a few days earlier, looking for her while she lay on Lee's bed in the same position she was in now. She remembered the anxiousness of that moment and the confusion of the orgasm that followed.  

Without realizing it, Paige's hand sped up. She rubbed her sex intensely, her fingers shaking against her lips and her clit as she began to build the sensation. She moaned out loud as the pleasure started to rise. Her hips began to buck and writhe, searching for a way to increase the pace, to increase the sensation. 

Paige barely noticed the bed shaking as she rocked her hips back and forth. Her moans kept rising and rising.  Her mind was feasting on the memories of the day she was almost caught, and every exciting remembrance was sent like a wave through her young body. The next thought that flashed through her mind was as scary as it was exhilarating: What if her father was watching now? Was she afraid that he would be, or would it be worse to deal with the disappointment that she wouldn't be caught?

Nothing mattered to Paige but the sensation tightening in her stomach at that moment, and the thought of getting caught sent her over the edge. She cried out, screamed out, as all the tension she'd built up released. Her sex spasmed and her orgasm began to flow down her thighs. Every muscle in her body tensed as she rode the waves of ecstasy rolling through her.

As the rush subsided, Paige lay on Lee's bed, breathing heavily for a couple minutes. Her body felt almost completely limp. The only signs of life in her were her heaving body as she breathed and the shaking still present in her legs and arms. 

As her body finally started coming back under her control, Paige realized that Lee had been watching everything. Her gaze turned back over her shoulder quickly, hoping in vain that He wouldn't still be there. 

Lee stood behind His camera, conveying the same emotionless demeanor that she'd always shown Paige. 

Paige's gaze quickly fell back to the bed. She couldn't speak, she could barely think. 

Lee took down His camera and stepped toward the door. As He left the bedroom, He turned back to Paige and ordered, "Meet Me in My office when you're ready."

Paige lay on Lee's bed, taking a few minutes to recover while trying not to think about what had just happened. Predictably, trying not to think about meant her mind couldn't focus on anything else. She couldn't deny this time that the thought that had terrified her days before was responsible for probably the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced.

Finally, Paige rose from the bed and carefully padded downstairs. She hesitated in the doorway of Lee's office, only stepping through when Lee invited, or ordered her to enter.

Her eyes fell onto Lee's computer screen. The video He had just taken of her was already cued on the screen. She stepped aside His chair, her usual instinct to cover herself lost behind the all consuming image filling her mind. 

Lee started replaying the video without a word. Paige watched silently as her screams echoed from the speakers of Lee's computer. She watched as her body writhed and spasmed on His bed. 

"How did it feel?" Lee asked, directly.

Paige was shocked at how casual this was to Him. She searched her mind to create a lie that would rob Him of any satisfaction, but none seemed even reasonable. Finally, she settled on the simple truth of it. "It felt really good," she whispered meekly. 

Lee hid a smile from Paige, composing Himself before questioning further, "Just good?"

"Great," Paige whispered, willing to say anything to stop this line of questioning, though she knew whatever superlative she used would be absolutely true.

"What made it great? Why did you enjoy today so much?" Lee pressed on.

Paige's will to lie was gone. Lee was in charge and it would be simpler to tell Him the truth. She explained in her soft, beautiful voice, "I remembered the day daddy almost caught me. I don't know why, but it really made me...." Her voice trailed off, not really feeling the right word to describe how she felt. 

Lee reached into His pocket and offered Paige a twenty dollar bill. "You're done for today, Paige. Take as much time as you need to get dressed."

"As much time as you need", Paige thought to herself. She couldn't wait to get out of this place and leave another degrading day with Lee behind her. 

Paige sat next to the door and began to dress herself, pulling her panties, sweat pants and shirt on as quickly as she could. Happy to be dressed again, she sat back and relaxed a moment. She slipped her day's pay into the pocket of her sweats, and sighed happily that her day was apparently over. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, the remains of her orgasm finally fading. 

Paige jumped, her eyes flying open as she felt a hand on her shoulder. 

"I didn't mean to scare you," Lee said to her "but you fell asleep."

Paige looked around for a few seconds, taking a few deep breaths to help quell the rush of adrenaline. How could she fall asleep here? She didn't even like being here. Then again, she'd hardly been sleeping at night with everyone going on in her mind. 

"How long have I been here?" Paige asked quietly.

"Almost two hours," Lee replied. "I was working in the office. I assumed you'd left already." 

"Two hours," Paige whispered to herself. 

Paige knew her father would start to get worried if she were gone too much longer. She grabbed her shoes and pulled them on, rising and opening the door. "Sorry," she said to Lee before opening the door.

Lee couldn't help but chuckle a little bit as the panicky little girl in Paige came out. "It's no problem really."

Paige looked at Him for a long moment, wanting to be angry, but knowing Lee wasn't laughing to be mean. It was kind of funny. A small smile curled her lips and she giggled a bit too. It was the first real smile she'd shared with Lee. 

"Daddy's going to wonder what took me so long." Paige stated over her giggles.

"Tell him the truth," Lee replied.

Paige looked at him in stunned silence, her giggle stopping immediately. How could Lee want her to tell her father everything?

"Tell him you were getting your shoes on to come home and fell asleep." Lee continued.

Paige just nodded, and finally stepped out the door, heading home.

Arriving back at home, Paige stepped through the door and beamed, "I'm back daddy."

"Lee must have had a lot for you to do today," her father replied.

Paige sensed a bit of concern in his statement, and decided to tell him what had happened. "It's funny, daddy, I was getting my shoes on to come home, and I fell asleep on this bench by His door."

"Oh, and Lee just let you sleep?" Paige's father asked.

Paige answered, "He was working in His office, He didn't see me until I was there for a couple hours."

"I don't think Lee would want you sleeping over there," Paige's father counseled her.

Paige replied, a little meekly, "I know, daddy. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I apologized to Him, but He didn't seem too upset. He laughed about it. He's really nice." 

Paige thought for a moment about what she'd just said. Lee was nice? On one hand, she couldn't believe she was complimenting Him. On the other hand, whenever He wasn't exploiting her, He seemed like a nice and decent man.

"We're going to be leaving for dinner soon, sweety. Hurry and get dressed," Paige's father instructed. 

Dear diary: I came so hard thinking about the time daddy almost caught me. How could I do that? Am I weird? I must have been exhausted because I fell asleep before I left, but Lee was kinda sweet when He woke me up. Maybe He's not so bad. Dinner with mommy and daddy was really great though. I feel pretty good right now.