Se connecterChapter 2 - The TruthI started cleaning out the house the next morning.The first day I did the kitchen. The second day I did the living room. The third day I did the upstairs bedrooms and the bathroom and the hall closet, and by the fourth day I had filled eleven trash bags and six cardboard boxes and had hauled most of it out to the curb. I stood in the middle of the living room with the sun coming through the dirty windows and looked at what was left and felt like I hadn't done anything.The problem was that my father had kept everything. Every receipt. Every newspaper. Every birthday card I'd ever sent him, going back to when I was six. There were boxes in the attic labeled with years. There was a filing cabinet in the basement full of tax returns from years. There was a closet in the hall that was nothing but coats he hadn't worn since the nineties and a shotgun he hadn't fired since I was a kid.I was in the attic on the fifth day when I found the file.It was in a banker's b
Chapter 1 - The Enemy’s SonThe house on Bellview Road had been yellow once. I remembered it yellow… a bright, sun-faded yellow that my mother had picked out the summer before she died, the summer I turned twelve. My father had painted it himself over three weekends with a roller and a ladder and a radio playing old country songs in the driveway, and I'd sat on the front steps and handed him lemonade and watched the yellow go up.Now it was gray. Twenty years of sun and rain and Ohio winters had stripped it down to bare wood and peeling paint, and the porch sagged on one side, and the gutter over the garage had come loose and was hanging down like a broken arm. The grass was knee-high. There was a FOR SALE sign lying flat in the yard, face down in the mud, like someone had thrown it there.I sat in my rental car in the driveway with the engine off and my hands on the wheel and looked at it for a long time.The lawyer had called me three weeks ago. “Your father passed away on the fo
Chapter 5 - The Final Machine He turned the wand off and set it aside and stood up over me and looked down at me lying on the mat with my legs still over his shoulders and my chest heaving and my face wet. "That was the last of the equipment," he said. I let out a long shaky breath and closed my eyes. "Thank god." He didn't move. "That was the last of the equipment," he said again, "but it wasn't the last of the machines." I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was already unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off and dropped it on the cart and then his hands went to his belt. I watched him unbuckle it and pull it out of the loops and drop it on the floor, and then he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down and stepped out of them. He hooked his thumbs in his underwear and pulled them down too. His cock came out and I stared at it. It was so thick… thicker than the silicone on the piston, thicker than anything I had taken all night, and it was long. It was curved up tow
Chapter 4 - The Sex Machines It kept fucking me through it, same speed, same depth, and I sobbed and shook and the pleasure turned sharp and unbearable and I came again before the first one had even finished. "Ahh! Please! Please, it's… ahh… fuck…" "Two," he said, and wrote it down. "Under four minutes. That's a record." He let it run another minute and then turned the dial down and shut it off and pulled the cock out of me, and I lay there gasping with my pussy twitching and my thighs shaking in the stirrups. "Please," I said. "Please, I need a second…" "We're just getting started," he said. He unbuckled my ankles and my wrists and helped me sit up, and my legs were so weak I nearly fell off the bed, and he caught me and held me against his chest for a second and I could feel his heart beating slow and steady under his shirt. "Up," he said. "On the chair." The chair was the one with the suction cup between the armrests. He sat me down in it and pulled my legs up over the ar
Chapter 3 - The Next PhaseHe helped me down off the bed and my legs were so shaky I had to hold his arm, and he walked me out of the sleep room and down another hallway, and stopped in front of a door with no marking on it at all and pushed it open and turned on the lights.I stopped in the doorway and stared.It was a room the size of a small gymnasium, and every inch of it was machines. Not the medical kind. There was a steel frame in the center of the floor with a padded bench and adjustable legs, and mounted to the frame was a long black machine with a silicone cock on the end of a piston arm, thick and veined. There was a chair with a suction cup mounted between the armrests, tubes running from it to a pump on the floor. There was a swing hanging from the ceiling on chains. There was a wall of shelves stacked with dildos and plugs and wands and clamps and things I didn't have names for, and a rack of leather cuffs and straps in every size, and a rolling cart of bottles and tub
Chapter 2 - The InspectionThe door opened with a soft click and closed with a softer one, and I lay perfectly still with my eyes shut and my breath slow and even and my hands flat at my sides on top of the sheet.He stopped at the side of the bed and stood there for a long moment without moving.I counted to four in, counted to four out, and my heart was going like a rabbit under my ribs and I was sure he could hear it.Then I heard him pick up the clipboard from the cart and set it down again, and then his fingers touched the electrode taped to my temple, adjusting it, pressing it down, and the gel was cold and the tape pulled at the little hairs at my hairline and I didn't flinch.He worked his way down the wires. He pressed on the sensor on my ribs and the one on my stomach and the one on my thigh, checking each one, and every touch sent a small electric ripple through me… not from the sensor, from him, his fingers on my bare skin and my nipples, which were already hard, got harde
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa
I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach, then started pounding against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. The screen was still glowing, showing the end of the scene. I looked at the darkness near the stairs, then back at Vaughan."I... I just came down to get a glass of water," I lied—a very
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.







