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I wanted more, but he didn't even spare me a second glance before making his way upstairs. He didn't act like he had just given me the best orgasm of my life, what a dick head. 

Still twitching from the excitement between my thighs, I got off the couch to search for my dress. I occasionally checked to see if Frederick was coming back down, but everywhere was as silent as a graveyard.

Why did he touch me and take my senses away if he was going to suddenly turn cold? 

Wait! 

Was he treating me like one of his whores? Tossing me to the side after using me? 

No, that's impossible. We didn't even fuck, so it wouldn't make any sense for him for him to treat me that way. 

Or perhaps, he couldn't fathom doing anything with his stepsister. That's ridiculous, it's obvious that we've been holding back from exploring each other ever since our parents got together. So what could the problem be? 

I was still dripping wet, waiting for his cock to satisfy the hunger that he had aroused within me, but he just leaves?

I was about to pick up my dress when my phone rang on the desk. I walked over to it briskly, finding out that it was my mother. I sighed, placing the phone on my ear. 

"Hi mama." I tried to hide my raspy voice, a smile playing across my lips. But when I heard her panicked breathing, my smile faltered.

"Mama? Are you okay?" 

"Elena, listen to me, you have to get out of the house!" Her voice was strained, like she was trying not to be heard, but at the same time I could hear her desperate pain. It made my heart leap into my stomach.

"What? Why? What's wrong? Where are you mama and where is Butch!?" I yelled out, already frantically pacing the living room, my fingers pulling my hair for comfort. 

"Butch is insane! He's a psychopath and so is his son! They've kidnapped me and they.."

Her voice broke into a suppressed scream after that, and my eyes shot open in shock, my heart already slamming against my ribcage like it wanted to escape.

"Mama! Mama!" I screamed but there was no response, only clanging metal and desperate breaths, and then, the line went dead.

A gasp tore from my throat as I dialed her again, it was suddenly switched off. Bands of sweat trickled down my face, my throat ran dry, nothing was making sense. 

"No.. shit! Shit!" I cried out with quivering lips. "Frederick! Frederick I think something's wrong!" 

I swung around so fast in an attempt to run upstairs to him but I was forced to a complete halt when I found him standing right in front of me, a pistol pointed to my head. 

I could barely move, or even blink. I stood there, paralyzed from fear, while he tilted his head, a psychotic smile on his face. He dangled a nose mask in front of me, his intimidating height making me quiver.

"Frederick.. what's going on? Why do you have a gun?" I managed to ask, but he stretched the mask out to me.

"Put it on, now." His voice sounded like thunder, cutting through my conscience and stripping me bare. Husky, dangerous and far from what I was used to.

"This gun is loaded, and I don't like to repeat myself." His smile vanished, turning into something darker. 

With shaky hands, I took the mask from him and wore it, immediately choked by whatever chemical he had applied on it. I coughed, holding my chest and taking deep breaths. The pain shot to my lungs, and I almost ripped the mask off but the gun to my head stopped me.

"Why are you doing this Frederick?" I sniffed, tears blurring my vision and my head getting lighter.

"You'll find out soon enough." He smirked, his hand in his pocket as he watched my eyes close slowly. 

"Sleep tight, princess." 

I fell towards him, and he caught me. I tried to fight the darkness, but it consumed me within seconds. 

....

My head ached, my body ached. Everything was aching, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself strapped to a wooden chair, still wearing nothing but my panties. My boobs dangled, red as a result of the strap around them. 

Gasping for air, I looked around the strange, dimly lit room, the only items I found being an old cupboard and a small stool that was covered in cobwebs. The scent of cum and dust hung heavy in the air, making me wonder where the hell I was. 

"Hello!" I called out, panting. "Is anyone there!?" 

The door slowly creaked open, letting in a little bit of light, and a tall, broad shouldered man entered, his sleek shoes kissing the floor. 

Frederick.

"You psycho! Let me go! Where's my mom!?" I screamed, struggling to free myself from the chair but that was impossible. 

He stared at me without saying a word or moving, letting me scream like a crazy person. 

"I demand to be released! I'm gonna call the cops!" I continued to yell and he finally walked towards me, lowering his head and grabbing my right breast with his left hand.

I gasped loudly, ashamed when I felt a shudder of excitement run down my spine. He didn't stop, he twisted my nipple, letting out a groan as his cock hardened right in front of me. 

I bit my lip, fighting back the moan that threatened to escape my lips. 

"Stop! Let go of me you fucking dick!" I yelled, trying to shake his hands off. 

He stepped back and stared down at me, a grin plastered on his lethally handsome face. "Elena, you have no idea how long I've waited for this day. You have no idea how long I've waited to have you here, all to myself." 

What the hell was he going on about?

"I watched you for years, followed your every movement, masturbated to pictures of you and cummed recklessly in this very room." He paused and I swallowed, feeling the twitching in my pussy.

Damn! How can this lunatic still turn me on?

"But I knew you'd never willingly want to become the pet of a dangerous man like me, so I set everything up." 

He lowered his form, his cock still poking through his pants. "Butch works for me, he's not my father. When your mother fell for him, I asked him to play along, to say that I am his son, and everything led up to this moment." 

He grinned, getting up again. My jaw hung open, my head swelling in shock. 

"What!?" I can't believe this. This was all a plan? From the beginning?

He didn't answer me, he just pulled out his phone and almost shoved it in my face. My mother came to view, tied up in a different room, different blades surrounding her. She was unconscious.

"Mama!" I yelled out with widened eyes, tears streaming down my face.

"You psychopath! What the hell have you done to my mother!? Let her go!" 

"I'll let her go." He took the phone back, tossing it on the floor like it meant nothing to him. Then, with slow, deliberate steps, he approached me, his manhood directly pointed at my face.

"But only if you're a good girl." His dark eyes remained on me while he went ahead to let his monster cock out of his pants. It bounced to life, the tip pink and dripping with precum. 

I swallowed, shamelessly wet for the same man lied to me and kidnapped my mother and I.

"Go ahead Elena," he moved forward, leaving his dick just in front of my mouth. I swallowed hard, tempted. 

"Take it in your mouth, let me claim you, be mine, and then I'll let your mom go."