Wrecking the Homewrecker

Decision of Fate

Robert walked through the door with a big smile on his face. He had made a great deal so today was a great day and he loved for his wife to be there right with him to celebrate. At least until he got a good look at her more than worried face rather than the big smile he was used to. "Robert, there's something I need to tell you, please don't get mad and have a seat." Rose spoke, trying to deal with this situation as well as she possibly could. She was scared out of her mind and pushed deep into submission like she had been standing up to her husband was harder than it had ever been, but thinking off her kids, of freeing them was all that really mattered to her. Not even the fact that her husband was looking a little weary was going to make her back down. Much to her relief he did at the very least comply with her request for him to sit down.

As Rose sat down on the couch opposite of him Robert thought for sure that his wife was trying to say that she wanted a divorce. He had divorced plenty of times in the past, but always on his initiative. This wasn't only not on his initiative, but he hadn't seen it coming at all. The way Rose had gone out of her way to be there for him and make sure he had everything he could possibly need had made him think their relationship had been better than ever, but clearly he must have been wrong, after all what else could this be about? Rose hadn't even said anything yet and already he was getting a little angry, not only that Rose wanted to divorce him, but also that he hadn't even seen it coming. Sure he wasn't the most present husband, not at all, but surely he should have picked up signs right?

When it quickly became clear that this wasn't about a divorce, Robert was surprised, then shocked as Rose started doing her story about how Sally had been blackmailing her to serve her and later Bernice in the most twisted ways, how the both of them had seemed to get their hands on her kids and what horrible fates they had had in store for them as Robert listened on in pure disbelief. He couldn't believe his wife had actually thought that he would kill her and potentially her kids over Sally's accusations, then again he probably shouldn't be too surprised. He had cut a guy's finger off once for insulting his daughter, and he had a tendency to believe her without much second thought she was after all his own flesh and blood, his only child, but it pained him to see his wife had thought he would act so rash.

Most shocking of all though was the revelation about his daughter. He didn't want to believe them, he wanted to believe that Rose was lying, to be angry at her, but he just couldn't. Dealing with tons of shady people and working with shady accomplishes had taught him how to tell when someone was lying and Rose Most definitely wasn't. The idea that his daughter, his own flesh and blood could do this to her stepmother and stepsiblings of all people was shocking to say the least. Sure Sally hadn't gotten along with them great, but the divorce to her mother had been his idea, not Rose's fault. Of course having a look at his own resume, he shouldn't be too surprised that his daughter had a knack for blackmail and not much of a moral compass when it came to kidnappings or punishments for even just perceived wrongs, but it was horrible to have to face.

He couldn't help but blame himself for never seeing this. Sure he worked a lot, but he should have noticed what his wife was going through, what Sally was up to, only he didn't. To her Credit Rose had kept up the appearance really well. Were his step kids had been concerned, they hadn't really shared a bond and they were adults, they could do as they wished as far as he was concerned, he had no business meddling in their life and as far as he had been aware they had just been living their best lives. Sally on the other hand had seemed happier than ever the times he had seen her and she was always off to a friend. Considering his daughter had never really had friends Robert had been happy to see her flourish like that, unaware of the real reasons behind it and who that friend was. Their neighbour in her sixties wasn't really the kind of friend he would have hoped for his daughter to build a social life out with.

"Please Robert I beg of you, if you are mad be mad at me, take it out on me, anything but please help me get my children out of there I beg you." Rose pleaded, completely at her wits end despite Robert not looking like he was mad at her, she had been so terrified of the repercussions of her secret getting exposed that she just couldn't help but feel like this was going to end terrible for her. It didn't matter, as long as she knew her kids would get out of there, she didn't care what happened to her. Her kids were the only thing to matter to her now, but she depended on Robert's help to get them out of there and she did hope that she could at least count on that.

It was painful to see his wife beg that desperately, somehow still convinced he was going to be mad at her over this. Sally had clearly done a huge number on her and the only thing he could try to do was make this right. He knew he was never going to fix this, but he could try to be as helpful as he could possibly be, for everyone involved. His wife, his step kids, and even Sally. Despite how horrible she had been, despite how shocked he was at her ruthlessness, she was still his daughter and he was well aware that for a double count of kidnapping she could land in prison for a long long time. He just couldn't let that happen, as much of a horrid person as she had been he couldn't let his only child end up in prison, he needed to fix this on his own so it never came out, remove any evidence of it and make it very clear to Sally that this could never happen again. "Of course I'll help you, go fetch me something they can put on and stay here Rose. You don't have to see your kids like that again. I'll take care of it, I'll get them home safe, I promise." He replied, determined to make it happen as Rose actually thanked him in complete disbelief, only adding to his shock, testament to just how badly Sally had screwed with her head.

After taking a brief moment to get over the relief that Robert would help, that all would be alright, Rose rushed up stairs to fetch a set of joggers and a baggy t-shirt from both their closets only to hand them to her husband and thank him again. She wanted to be there for her kids, to help them, but it was indeed probably best for her not to be there and get confronted by that painful reality again. With he clothes in hand he quickly rushed over to Bernice's house, kind of scared of what he was about to find. He was scared to see just how terrible and perverted his own daughter was, but she was his flesh and blood, his responsibility and he needed to resolve this. The only one he was truly mad at was Bernice, unlike for his daughter he couldn't muster up any sympathy for that mean old hag.

Only when he arrived at Bernice's place did the reality of just how twisted a life his wife had had to lead because of his daughter become clear. A pretty blonde college girl in nothing but a corset, collar, stockings and ballet boots had opened the door for him the foul smell of ass hanging about her like a nasty perfume. Madison had just eaten Bernice's ass in tandem with Jessy eating her pussy before she had been made to open the door as she was. Robert had been shocked that someone opened the door like this, someone who wasn't his stepdaughter making him wonder just how many people this twisted Bernice woman kept. As slut started asking about what it was he was here for, he simply pushed past her into the house. He had no time for this, he needed to get his step-kids out of here and so he pushed past straight to the living room where he could hear moans coming from.

When Robert entered the living room, he was shocked all over when he found Bernice on the couch the head of a girl with a shockingly bright pink and plump pussy stuck on four severely restrained limbs, buried under her skirt, obviously eating Bernice out as the woman moaned away in pleasure. It had to be Jessy, she looked exactly as Rose had described, but seeing it in person was so much worse. Once again he was hit with a wave of disbelief that his daughter could participate in something like this, let alone create it? It was horrid beyond his wildest nightmares, yet here it was the proof he had hoped not to find, having hoped his wife would be mistaken, but clearly that wasn't the case. "You fucking old hag, stop using my stepdaughter right this instant, oh you're going to pay for this big time." Robert shouted catching Bernice who had been too distracted to hear him enter, having been under the impression that slut would have sent whoever was at the door away. She had a near panic attack seeing her imposing neighbour with his scary reputation standing there right in her living room, discovering exactly what they had been up to. Rose must have figured it out somehow some way and talked, something they had been careful to avoid, but as time had passed they had started to feel a little too comfortable in their current to them delightful situation which seemed to be crumbling straight down this very moment.

Bernice knew about Robert and his reputation and she had no doubts he was going to follow through on his promises of making her pay. It was honestly terrifying yet she forced herself to calm down. She knew a thing or two about negotiating herself, it's how she had made her fortune and she wasn't just going to give up on everything including life itself. She needed a way out of this mess and at this point she really had nothing to lose so she might as well be blunt and bold about it.

"Robert, what a surprise to see you here. I think it's safe to say I wasn't expecting you, but then again I guess this was bound to happen eventually. Of course I'll give you your stepdaughter back, you can have her, but let's be rational here, I'm not one of your shady business partners. If something happens to me there's bound to be a full scale investigation. You can't just make me disappear. An investigation like that might end up revealing a thing or two about your own businesses, it might just lead directly to you. They are bound to find evidence of what happened here, evidence of all the twisted things which went on around here. Evidence which might give you motive, or if not you, then surely my partner in crime your daughter. Now do you really want to run that risk? She's upstairs with your stepson right now you know and she's sure to have left plenty of evidence behind on plenty locations as well, each of them able to be traced back here and to me. I want you to think about that real hard before you do anything stupid. How about we make a deal, you can take your step kids back home to your wife and we'll forget this ever happened, it'll be our little secret. You can keep yourself, your business and your family safe and I'll just continue to live out my life. Do we have a deal?"

She asked as she grabbed a hold of her pet's leas only to pull the girl out from under her skirt, she didn't want to upset Robert by keeping her down there, although seeing Cunny in her full glory was bound to do just that. Seeing his once so pretty stepdaughter with plump pink lips to match her pussy, obscenely large tattooed and pierced nipples, an obnoxious pink curly mass of hair and a face dripping with pussy juices wasn't exactly a sight to calm him down. Still it was inevitable.

Jessy for her part didn't know what to feel or belief, she had given up hope of ever getting out of here, of ever being more than Cunny, Bernice's cunt munching pet long ago. She couldn't believe she was actually being rescued, and while she knew she should be happy out of her mind she couldn't help but feel even more mortified. All this time she had been seen by countless people, eaten countless pussies yet never before had she been seen by someone she actually knew like her stepfather. It was absolutely mortifying especially as she couldn't stop herself from moaning ever so softly. She was just so outrageously turned on, the smell of her owner's pussy on her face keeping her near on edge despite everything. She simply couldn't help it. Bernice's taste, her smell, it was stronger than the strongest aphrodisiac imaginable to her and she just couldn't control it. She didn't want to be seen by her stepfather, not like this, not with all these horrid changes to her body. It was just too painful, but there was no place to hide so she did the best she could, staying on all fours and hiding as much as she could behind Bernice's legs. For as twisted as it was, it was pretty much a reflex by now, she had relied on the woman for everything for so very long that she couldn't help but instinctively rely on her protection now. She could see how deeply it shocked her stepfather which made it all the more mortifying to her.

Robert just couldn't believe what he was seeing, every new observation just kept making things so much worse. He could hardly even stand to look at what had been done to his stepdaughter and he couldn't believe that Bernice was trying to argue her way out of what was more than coming to her. It was maddening but she did have a point, as much as he would love to see this woman burn for how she had messed with his family even if these weren't his real kids, it was not worth the risk to his entire life, besides he needed to be there to take care of his wife and step kids, to right this horrible wrong. No matter how deserved it seemed like Bernice would evade his kind of justice. "Fine we'll forget about it but you dress her in something more appropriate this very moment or I swear you'll regret it. I'm going to get Jason and have a word with Sally now. When I'm back down here I want Jessy read to go home with me." Robert spoke through gritted teeth as he threw the clothes Rose had amassed for Jessy right at the woman, the plain sneakers none too gently hitting Bernice in the stomach. It hurt a little, but then again she had just evaded so much worse so she really couldn't complain, as Robert dashed on upstairs.

Relieved to have escaped Robert's wrath Bernice turned her attention back to her pet, a big smirk creeping across her face as she did. While she didn't like losing her pet who had become the best cunt muncher she had ever had the pleasure of experiencing, she couldn't help but be amused by the girl's moans and reactions to being rescued. All these months of training to become an utter pussy addict had obviously taken a very strong hold on Jessy, one she couldn't even shake now that she was being rescued. "Alright then, lets get you dressed a little more appropriately shall we? It seems it's time for you to go home, so I guess this is goodbye then my eager little cunt muncher, I and especially my pussy will miss you, but it wouldn't be wise to go against your stepdad for me so it is what it is."

Bernice cheerfully spoke with a smile that Jessy couldn't help but shudder at. Even now Bernice was taunting her, but she didn't even have a fraction of the confidence needed to call her out on it, instead she continued to softly moan as she hung her head, still not believing this was finally over. It was what she had wanted for the longest time imaginable and yet she somewhat dreaded her return to normal after this, facing her mother, her brother, her friends. She couldn't imagine seeing them again after all that had happened and even now she remained disgusted with herself for being this horny still. She was free or about to be free and somehow she couldn't help thinking about eating Bernice's pussy just a little longer just to get off and get herself some much needed yet short lived release. She guessed she would be free to get herself off going forward, but after so long she could hardly imagine what it was like to masturbate, to have sex, to have any other form of pleasure than that of eating the pussy of her owner, no this horrid old hag who had no power over her anymore.

It was very strange for Jessy to have Bernice help her out of her mortifying get up which had been the only thing she had worn for months. Help which she desperately needed as it was impossible to get out of these things on her own like she had tried many times before at the start of her plight. While Bernice did have to help the girl out, she decided to make the most of it, starting with the things Jessy could have perfectly done herself if she just had her hands free. She started with the various piercings she had given Jessy, the big one in her tongue, but also the ones in her elongated nipples and plump pussy. The device she had used to control the girl's pleasure came off next which was just a reason for Bernice to feel up her pet in all her most intimate places one last time. If Jessy noticed what it was she was doing then the girl sure didn't say or do anything about it, she just patiently waited for Bernice to help her out. All that jewellery was followed by Jessy's tail plug which aside from regular enemas had filled her ass all the time, then as the last piece Jessy could have taken off herself the collar which had been her constant companion these months, the biggest symbol of Bernice's ownership, aside from the constant smell of Bernice's pussy hanging around her that was.

Only after all those pieces were removed did Bernice start removing the bindings which had kept her arms and legs together and useless all this time. It felt great for Jessy to finally be able to stretch and bend her limbs again as she pleased, hell to just move her fingers around again which she simply couldn't get enough of after all this time and she was more than happy to get dressed on her own, something Bernice didn't really care to help with. It felt so incredibly weird to have clothes covering her most private parts again after all this time, parts which had been anything but private for months now and with her elongated nipples and her plumped up pussy clothes felt so much more present than ever.

Hell sliding on a pair of panties made her want to touch herself so badly just to get off, but she didn't want to give Bernice that satisfaction which is why she eagerly took some wet wipes when offered to somewhat clean Bernice's pussy juices off of her face. She still couldn't believe she was free, free at last and there were so many things she wanted to do, have a proper shower, a nice meal, a couple of orgasms on her own terms and she planned to do all those things once she got home, but for now she just awkwardly sat down on the couch after a brief hesitation. She had never been allowed on the couch without explicit permission and despite everything an instinctive part of her still couldn't help but fear the consequences, especially right in front of Bernice. She reminded herself that the woman had no power over her anymore, but she still couldn't face the woman let alone give her the scolding she deserved after everything she had done to her. Instead Jessy sat there meekly and awkwardly in silence, keeping her gaze well away from an amused Bernice who loved how strong her hold was on Jessy.

While all that had been happening Robert had gone upstairs and burst into the room Sally and Jason were in only to get shocked out of his mind when he saw a very dorky ginger what looked like a girl at first glance, wearing the frilliest nightie and lingerie he had ever seen getting her ass pounded by Sally who was driving her head into the pillow by having her smelly foot planted straight on this girl's face. The only indication that it wasn't a girl was the small cage with an overly full condom dangling between her legs and filling up more as they spoke. He could not believe that this was a guy, much less his jock stepson, but he didn't doubt it was given the transformation he had seen in his stepdaughter. He couldn't and did not want to believe that his daughter could do this, that she was this twisted and vile, but after the scene he had just walked in on, there was no other choice than to face it.