LOGINZelda"Zelda?"I looked up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes to the voice calling my name. My lips parted in slight shock when I saw my mother standing at the door leading into the cellar. The corners of her lips were upturned in a grotesque smile and her distaste for this room was obvious.For a moment, I was sure I was dreaming."Zelda, come here," my mother called out again."Mom?" I picked myself up from the mattress and ran a hand through my ratty hair. "What are you doing here?"She gave me a tight-lipped smile and motioned for me to come toward her. Countless occasions of feeling like I was being dissected by her judgmental gaze ran through my head, but I pushed them aside.My heart beat with newfound hope and I rushed into her arms, forgetting about the fact that I was stark naked, something I'd usually try to cover up.Jake had undone the chain the night before and I was now free to roam the room as I saw fit.Before I reached and embraced her, mom made me stop with a single m
JakeI stomped down the stairs, sounding like a platoon was storming the house, not just one man. Teeming with anger, it was all I could do not to go upstairs and finish what I started with Emily.It took conscious effort to unclench my fisted hand. The muscles felt as if they had hardened into place, tight and sinewy, waiting to be unleashed on something or someone.When I came to the door leading into Zelda’s cell, I had to stop and breathe.I must have stood there for ten minutes, my mind a red, angry blank, trying to bring myself down from that high of rage. When I unlocked the door, I felt like every breath out of me no longer came as steam and aggravation, but just barely.“Zelda, come here,” I said, finding her sitting on the mattress, idly plaiting her hair.She’d need a new shower soon. I’d made her filthy the last time I was here, and my cock twitched with the thought of having her wrapped around it again. But I couldn’t take my anger out on her. I had intended to break he
Jake“Jake, is that you?” Emily called as I stepped in through the front door, shrugging off my jacket.I didn’t respond. It had been a long day, checking up on some of the construction sites after neglecting them for weeks, and I was in no mood to deal with her bullshit. That being said, I was never in a mood for it, but that wasn’t something I had much of a choice in currently.Something to be fixed, I thought, walking through the house and making a beeline for the door leading to the cellar.Zelda had been acting strange since our little caning session and I was determined to find out what the fuck that was about. If it provided a way to circumvent whatever conversation Emily wanted to have, that’d be all the better.“Jake,” she huffed, just as my hand was hovering over the door handle.“What?” I asked, my tone betraying how on edge I was as I turned around to face her.She was looking at me with an arched brow, her arms crossed over her chest. She was the perfect picture of high-c
Zelda "What is that?" I asked him over my shoulder, my eyes almost fearful as they connected with his. "What did you put on me?""It's some old Asian remedy," Jake explained. "It'll make you feel better. And it has different uses."I should've known what his wicked grin meant as he ordered me to lie on my ass.I winced when the welts touched the mattress. I lay still as I possibly could, completely exposed to Jake's hungry eyes. He reached for the tub again and crouched next to me, his fingers going inside the pot and coming back white with the cream he'd used on my back."Spread your pussy for Daddy, baby," he told me gently.With shaky fingers, I reached between my legs and parted myself for him, opening up like a flower under his eyes."Good little slut," Jake told me. His voice and movements were gentle as he reached forward and his fingertips connected with my exposed pussy.It felt cool and pleasant at first but as soon as Jake moved away, I could feel it - the slow, steady bu
Jake I counted the hits in my head as I caned Zelda. The seventh one smacked across her ass still, red and blotchy now.“Eight,” she whimpered.Before she could say the next one, I hit her across her lower thighs. The scream that bellowed out of her chest was so loud it felt like it was shaking the foundation of the house.“That was eight. No fucking cheating.”“Eight! Please one more, Daddy,” she said, stumbling over the words.So I gave her what she asked for.Her body looked like it was being held up by the wall as she clung to it desperately, her nails scrabbling across the concrete. Her pale body was shaking, frail and bare and for me to do as I pleased. I wondered if she’d ever try to run again after I was done with her.Chloe had never tried to run. She’d eaten up every word and taken every punishment, reveling in it with just the right mix of pleasure and horror. The day I had to let her go to her new Master, I almost didn’t do it.I didn’t want to do it. But it was my job.
Jake The cane felt heavy in my hand as I unlocked the door, finding Zelda curled up on the mattress.“Stand up, Zelda,” I told her, letting the door slowly fall shut behind me.The keys were back in my pocket. Emily had held onto them for the night, waiting until the next morning to tell me what had happened between her and her daughter. The thought of Zelda having to go through that alone twisted me up inside, but I couldn’t focus on that.She’d tried to leave me.Zelda didn’t move, lying naked and quiet as a mouse, her nose against the wall. She wasn’t crying, but her breath was coming in quick heaves. My heart broke, knowing that she’d probably been in a mire of her own twisted thoughts the whole night and I hadn’t been here to help her.But she’d tried to fucking leave me.“Zelda, I told you to do something.”That made her stir. She looked at me, her eyes red with tears. I was sure she hadn’t slept a wink.I waited patiently, weighing the cane in my hands. Finally, she gathered







