Wrecking the Homewrecker

Back to normal?

The short car ride home was silent and incredibly awkward. Robert didn't know what to say and neither of his step kids wanted to say anything. The both of them felt too embarrassed to say anything to either him or each other. They were too embarrassed to even look at one another. It had been very obvious to the both of them that they had been subjected to similarly mortifying fates, and they did pity the other, but at the same time that didn't help with their own shame or situation one bit. Both Jason and Jessy were relieved to be out from under Sally and Bernice's control, and they couldn't wait to pick up their lives again, but at the same time they kind of dreaded the idea, wondering where to even start. Their lives and training had revolved so heavily around Sally and Bernice's pleasure and amusement that they couldn't help but feel kind of helpless thinking about what to do without immediate instructions. They wanted to just shake this feeling, but they felt lost without a strong hand telling them what to do. Still they were both very determined to not waste this rescue they had dreamt about for so long and given up hope for.

If anything, seeing their mother again once they got home only ended up being even more awkward and painful. For the first time Rose got a good look at what had been done to her children, and it was horrifying. Even with their clothes on the sight was devastating. She guessed Jessy looked best of all, only having pink hair and a set of plump hot pink lips. She at least looked recognisable, but then again after having seen what Jessy had had to do, having been in that position herself, Rose couldn't help but feel incredibly sorry for her daughter who couldn't even bring herself to hug her back when she went in for a hug. It wasn't because she was angry or upset with her or anything, not at all. The only reason it seemed was because she seemed way too embarrassed to even look at her making it sting all the more. She guessed she couldn't blame Jessy at all, dealing with plenty of shame over it all herself, but it did hurt. Especially since she couldn't think of anything to say or do to make it even remotely better. She could hardly imagine what Jessy must have been through, unlike her Jessy hadn't gotten to go home or drop out of her role at all and the only thing she could think of doing for her, was give her her space. It wasn't really any help, and it hurt to let her girl go again after all they had been through, she didn't want to do it, she wanted to be there for Jessy, but she felt like it was only making things worse.

The same happened with Jason, unlike Jessy he looked drastically changed, almost beyond recognition, and unlike Jessy she hadn't even seen him in his role as a sissy. This was the first time seeing him and it was devastating. Even in his old baggy clothes which looked like they were about to fall off of his very slender body, he looked more like a flat chested girl than he looked like a guy, with large nipples tenting his t-shirt, her once so proud macho son looked like a timid, but pretty girl, even without the glasses he looked rather dorky, between his freckles, ginger hair, and the braces which were impossible to remove without the help of a dentist. Just like Jessy he was way too embarrassed to hug her back, and just like her, she guessed the best thing she could do for him was give him his space. She was happy to know her children were safe from those two monsters, that they were all safe, but seeing just how devastated they were, made her feel anything but relieved or happy about it. She could only hoped that they would be able to process things at least somewhat in due time, but right now, she felt utterly helpless and failed as a mother. She had done all these things for so long to keep her Children safe while she had been serving those horrid bitches in the same house as them. If only she had seen this sooner, when they were still more their old selves, but there was nothing to be done about that now.

For Jason and Jessy the whole thing had been just as painful as it had been for Rose. They didn't want to see their mother hurt, not at all, but they simply couldn't get over the shame. It was a relief when they were simply left alone, allowed to retreat to their rooms, their real rooms rather than the ones they had been forced to call home for the past few months. It felt strange to be back in their own rooms which looked just the same as they had done when they has left for college which seemed like a lifetime ago by now. After months of sissy outfits, Jason had his old wardrobe back, although none of it really fit him anymore, and the materials felt way too rough for his liking. His sports trophy's in the meantime only served as painful reminders of his by now long lost masculinity. His pictures with his buddies pretty much did the same, and while he wanted nothing more than to pick his old life back up, the thought of facing any of his buddies looking like he did now was just too terrifyingly painful to even consider, just thinking about it, terrified him more than the memory of Sally did. Jessy meanwhile was suffering a similar plight having a whole closet full after months of being practically naked, and while her clothes did still fit, she kept these baggy things on, the last thing she wanted after months of over exposing herself was to look sexy. Looking at her own pictures, she too dreaded the idea of seeing her friends back feeling like she did, and with college about to start in about a week, she doubted she would be ready by then.

No matter how much they both thought about it, and how much they wanted to return to how things used to be, they both realised that it was simply impossible to simply return to their old classes, their old friends after all that had happened. It would raise nothing but questions they weren't ready to answer, and as much as it pained them, they couldn't help but come to the conclusion that it would just be easier to leave that life behind, to start anew, someplace where no one knew them, where they wouldn't get uncomfortable questions, where they could work on slowly going back to their old selves with new lives. Plus despite Robert's assurances that it wouldn't happen, that he wouldn't allow it, the three of them were terrified of seeing Sally again, or Bernice for that matter who was living way too close.

After all that had happened Rose and Robert's relationship became pretty much non-existent. Rose no longer had to pretend and Robert was riddled with guilt, unable to look at his wife the same. He wanted to help her so badly, her and his step kids, but felt powerless to do so, and every moment with them was just a reminder of what a monster his daughter had turned out to be. When they eventually came up with the idea to simply move out, to the other side of the country, as far away from Sally and Bernice as possible, it was a relief for all of them to be released from the horrid memories of their old lives, the proximity to their tormentors and the way too familiar surroundings. A relief for Robert as well not to be constantly reminded of what his daughter had done. Off in a new place they could truly start a new life, and thus Robert and Rose had gotten a divorce before the move. Guilty as he felt, Robert had organized the whole move. He had even bought the house they would stay in, a nice spacious suburban home, and set the three of them up with a hefty trust fund each, putting a dent in his criminal operation's revenue. A trust fund which would allow the three of them to live however they wanted, removing the necessity to go back to work or college if they didn't feel up for it, giving them all the space they needed to process things and build whatever life they wanted to live. He felt like it was the least he could do after all his daughter was to blame.

Yet for as noble as his intentions were, he did also have an ulterior motive, to protect Sally. She deserved the worst and he knew it full well, but she was still his daughter, his only flesh and blood and he didn't want to see her in prison. He figured that as long as Rose, Jason and Jessy didn't have too many extra worries, they probably wouldn't go after her. He knew he should turn her in, or give her a punishment far worse than prison, but he just couldn't. At the same time he couldn't live with her either, not after what he had seen, his sanity simply wouldn't allow it. Plus, there was no telling what ideas Sally might get about other women he might grow close to over time. He knew she didn't deserve it at all, but he decided, his best option was to give her her own space and feed the monster in a way that wouldn't have her interfering with his life and would keep her out of trouble, a way in which she could be of use despite what a monster she was.

Sally's Epilogue

For a while Sally had been mad at her dad for taking away her toys and her joy. She had no remorse for what she had done and if she could, she would have gone to reclaim them in a heartbeat. Luckily slut was still at Bernice's place to offer some entertainment for the both of them, but it just wasn't the same as the toys she herself had created and trained. Slut was just way too eager to answer their every whim if only to get to tongue Bernice's ass during a fart. Robert had actually tried to take her along too, but unlike Jason and Jessy, Madison's dependence on her owner was a whole other beast, burned into her sense of being by Savannah's socks way back when she had dared to cross her which seemed a lifetime ago now. She had fought to stay with Bernice, her owner who's farts she needed as much as food despite her shame, and since Robert had no connection to her anyways, with Bernice assuring that she was there willingly, he just hadn't pushed it. He had more than his hands full with his step kids and wife.

While Bernice had tried to teach Sally that it was time to back down now, Sally had kept on thinking about ways to get her toys back, or get back at her father by taking someone else dear to him. He was still her father so she didn't want to cross him directly, but after such a taste of power she didn't want to let go and if she couldn't have her step family she would have to find someone else. Every time she and her dad had talked, it had ended in a shouting match between the both of them with Robert trying to reason with her. That she was lucky she hadn't ended up in prison for that stunt and that she should be grateful, turn her life around now that she had a second chance after walking away from this scoff free. Bernice for her part had tried to tell Sally that he was right, that she should be a lot more careful, that as much fun as it was, it just wasn't worth it, and that she would find someone in time, or multiple someone's like she had throughout the years. Sally did believe it, and she didn't want to go to prison, but she wanted a new toy now, and she fully counted on her dad bailing her out again if needed.

In the end Sally's stubbornness did pay off for her when her dad finally came with a deal she could live with, one she loved actually. She wasn't all that interested in going to college, except for maybe finding a roommate or classmate she could turn into her new toy which would be risky. So when her dad gave her a place and free reign to have as much fun with someone he supplied as she wished, she jumped at the opportunity. It earned her a nice big house off the records somewhere in the middle of nowhere, where she wouldn't be disturbed. Along with the funds to decorate it however she wanted, and buy whatever she wanted to buy for her projects. In exchange Sally agreed to only play with the people her dad provided her and only for as long as he allowed it. She didn't like the idea of giving up another one of her toys, but her dad had promised she would always have at least one toy to play with. It was how she became part of the family business her dad had hoped to keep her out of, only to conclude that it was the only way to keep her out of jail. Rather than going after random people, her dad would send her some victims to help his business, ranging from some of his guys who needed to be made an example of, to rivals, or people dear to them as leverage and for information. Rather than having someone physically torture them to apply pressure or acquire information, he would send them to Sally and she would deal with them however she pleased.

After some decorating Sally was thrilled to receive her first new toy today, and it was a spectacular one at that. A 21 year old Italian beauty, the daughter of one of her father's biggest rivals, a mobster who had been encroaching on his territory and activities. Much like Sally she was part of the family business too, although she was a lot kinder in how she applied pressure and got leverage. She was a real femme fatale who loved the thrill of seduction, sleeping around with married politicians and rivals alike, seducing some information out of them while simultaneously gathering some incriminating evidence to keep them in line after she was done trampling all over their hearts. She loved men, sex, and flaunting her good looks although she never actually fell in love with one of them, it was all a game to her, one she was damn good at making her aside from her father's daughter, a great component of his criminal empire. Right now that life of lavish luxury and sleeping around had ended though. Some of her dad's men had delivered her to Sally's new address and here Sally was tasked with finding out everything she knew of her father's business along with sending picture and video evidence of her fun over to the girl's father to make him accept her dad's demands. While Sally did plan to hold up her end of the deal, she first and foremost planned to have some good fun and she could already hardly wait.

The girl in her clutches was a real beauty, 5'4" with blemish free olive skin, slender long legs, an amazing bubble butt, perfect perky B-cup breasts, a flat stomach, glistening wavey jet black voluminous hair, a very pretty face and dark brown eyes. She could easily be a model if she wanted, a beauty Sally could never hope to attain, but rather than let that make her feel insecure like it had in the past, she was sopping wet thinking about destroying it, thinking about making this girl drop from leagues above her to leagues below her the same way she had done with Jason by making him look like the biggest dork she possibly could. Depending on what she learned and how the negotiations between their father's went, she might not have her for that long, but she planned to do as much as she possibly could in that time. Right now the girl was completely naked, still passed out on the bed in a tiny room the size of a broom closet. It was decorated with very outdated floral wallpaper, didn't have any windows, and was very sparse as far as furniture was concerned. It only had a very dingy single person bed, crammed right next to a toilet. A small sink hung on the wall beneath a mirror and with all that there was no more room for a dresser even. Instead a new outfit was waiting for her in a chest under the bed, to be pulled out only when needed so there was some very minor floorspace to move around. The only thing the girl currently had on was a small hood over her clit, a similar device like Bernice had used on her step sister, but a slightly more advanced version. Unless she gave the go ahead in the app, it couldn't be removed, any attempt of pulling it off would only make the nanobots dig into the clit like little barbs until the pulling stopped, something the girl was sure to find out eventually.

Sally for her part sure loved introducing her to the device when the girl finally woke up only to fly into a threatening rage when she realised she was naked with Sally sitting beside her on the closed toilet lid, telling her she would be sorry once her father found out. She called Sally all kinds of names among them fat and ugly, even trying to assault her which was when Sally gave her sensitive clit an incredibly painful shock making the girl collapse on the floor in front of her. "Hahaha, are you finished now? News flash princess, your daddy isn't coming to rescue you here, but you might get to go back to him eventually if and when he's cooperative. Until then you are all mine and we are going to have a lot of fun together. I'm your Mistress now and you're to call me that at all times, whenever you want to address me, fail and you get another shock. Now you were quite rude so I expect an apology, oh and kiss my feet while you apologise, that ought to teach you your place from now on." Sally had laughed to which the girl had tried to lash out at Sally even harder only to be stopped by another shock. Realising something on her clit was causing such tremendous pain she reached down when she found out that trying to pull it off hurt even more.

It ended up taking several more shocks, but eventually the girl yielded, calling Sally Mistress, and actually kissing her smelly tights clad feet while apologising profusely over and over again much to Sally's amusement. It was utterly degrading, but she was very motivated to make the pain stop. Only yesterday she had been on top of the world, dining in one of the finest restaurants in the city, wrapping a councilman around her little finger while all the other guys they passed by swooned over her, looking at the councilman with envy, even though he was just a pawn to get her dad a permit for a new money laundering business. It couldn't be a sharper contrast with her place now, down on her knees kissing the smelly feet of a to her ugly eighteen year old who she was at the complete mercy of, the shocks preventing her from doing anything other than obeying.

Things only continued to go downhill from there when Sally showed off the other function of the device on her clit, when she gave the girl enough pleasure to make her moan when kissing her feet, only to mock her for having a smelly foot fetish which she then went on to prove by making her lie down only to plant both soles over her face and actually get her an orgasm underneath her smelly soles. Sally was simply thrilled to make the high and mighty gorgeous young woman cum underneath her feet, and it was only the beginning. She barely gave the girl any time to recuperate from what was one of the most intense and shameful orgasms of her life before accepting her apology and bending her over her lap for a sound spanking as a punishment. She continued spanking the girl's ass until it was glowing red and she was sobbing. Then and only then did she let the girl go, telling her where she could find her new uniform to get dressed.

Although the young Italian woman dreaded to think of what ridiculously revealing outfit Sally might have in store for her, everything sounded better than being naked, and she didn't want to get another shock so she rushed to get the trunk from under the bed. She ended up being stunned when rather than an overly revealing outfit made to make her look sexier for Sally who was obviously getting off on this, she was confronted by the frumpiest most unappealing maid's uniform she had even seen. It couldn't have been further removed from what she had expected, and in a sense it was even worse than what she had expected. Her looks had always been her biggest pride and joy, and this outfit would ruin that completely, not that she wanted to look good for Sally, but it still stung where it hurt most. Yet when Sally hovered over the button to give her another shock she quickly got into action.

For starters she fished out a pair of thick greyish white cotton granny panties which hid her entire ass, not showing the slightest bit of cheek and went up to above her belly button. There was no bra, instead Sally fitted a weight ring around the base of both her perky breasts, one quite a bit heavier than the other. The weight was very uncomfortable, but that was far from the worst thing about these rings. They forced her perky breasts to hang down a little, one more than the other making them look significantly worse she doubted it would be an immediate problem, but without support and these weights, her breasts would start to sag, unevenly at that in no time, a terrifying thought. Terrifying enough to make her reach up to pull them off only to be swiftly punished by another shock. She hated to think of the damage these things might cause, but she couldn't get them off. Instead she forced herself to continue getting dressed, hoping her dad or some of his men would come to rescue her soon.