Crista almost felt bad for her. Sleeping so peacefully, so unaware. Entirely unbothered by the commotion around her or the ropes around her wrists. She watched the gentle curve of Ella's shoulders rise and fall with her breathing while the man gathered pillows.
"You said you wanted those under her, ma'am?"
She made a hum of agreement. It was going to be a long day, and she didn't want Ella to interfere too much. She kept an appraising eye on her stepdaughter's position as the man came over and propped her hips up until her ass was well in the air, supported by the pillows beneath.
Better.
But still not foolproof. With a sigh, Crista stood and walked a slow circle around the bed.
"Tie her ankles too," she finally decided. "One on each bedpost. I don't want her kicking herself out of position."
Crista almost felt bad for her.
Almost
.
She wasn't a bad woman. She was doing this out of
love.
Not for Ella, of course, God knows she'd always found the spoiled little thing
distasteful
, but love for her poor daddy. Crista had only known him for a few months when he got sick, and although they hadn't yet been married a full year, was it her fault for wanting to be a good wife? He was such a lonely man, her poor darling, and all that wretched girl ever did was go out and party and leave Crista to care for him.
Spoiled rotten.
Well, maybe Ella was the apple of her daddy's eye, but Crista was smart enough to know how to do some proper parenting around the house, and she had the motivation too.
"That's good."
The man stepped away from where he'd finished tying Ella's ankles. Crista didn't know his name, didn't want to know almost anything about him, had found him on some nothing fetish site, but that was for the best. The last thing she wanted was for him to try and get involved after. All that mattered was that he was healthy and attractive. And that he had a considerable bulge on him, because proper parenting requires some punishing.
"You want me to take her underwear off?"
He sounded excited at the prospect. It was all that Crista could do not to roll her eyes. The little slut was barely wearing any, and had her asscheeks almost all the way out. It was abundantly clear that no one had ever taught her how to behave like a lady. She waved an unconcerned hand at him. If he wanted her underwear off, might as well. He'd need to take it off anyway.
"But no touching her until she's awake."
The man shimmied Ella's underwear off with some effort; they kept getting caught on the pillows. Exposed like that, she looked even more like the slut Crista was sure she was; plump ass in the air, tits hanging free under her tee, even her pussy without a single hair on it. Crista's face soured. Ella's dad was laying sick and all she did was go around and chase
boys,
if her pussy was anything to go by.
Well, she'd straighten her right out.
Ella made a soft, sleepy noise as she stirred. It was sooner than she'd thought but exactly what she'd hoped for— when Crista had slipped her the pills, she hadn't known how long they'd knock her out for. Life was already stirring inside the man's boxers just at the prospect of Ella coming to. Looking at his growing erection, Crista was glad she was only a spectator. His size was terrifying even to her, and she had decades of experience under her belt. Ella was only twenty one.
"Hmm..."
Ella shifted again. Crista looked at her face just in time to see those eyes of hers crack open. She was such an infuriatingly pretty thing, all chocolate eyes and sleek auburn hair, and all she did was waste it. That would have never happened if Crista had been the one to raise her.
"Crista...?" Ella was just now starting to register that she was not alone. She looked at Crista with bleary eyes, and Crista looked back at her expressionless. Behind Ella, the man had begun to take off his underwear.
"Why are you...?" Ella made as if to move, to stand up, and the bed rattled as the ropes pulled. Ella froze.
That,
Crista thought,
that
was exactly what proper discipline looked like. Ella's cheeks had instantly gone red with panic, her eyes wide and awake.
"What are you doing."
It wasn't a question, but Crista cocked her head anyway, not moving from where she was standing next to the bed. Ella struggled against the ropes, then struggled some more; Crista watched her impassively for a few moments.
"I decided it was time there was some proper parenting done around here."
"Are you insane?"
"This is going to be a lot easier on you if you behave."
Ella looked at her with all the disgust and defiance in the world. Well, have it be her way then. Crista would lose no sleep over it. Her husband was in the hospital for another three days, and she would be more than happy to keep Ella tied up like this for all three of them if she had to.
"Spoiled little girls like you don't know how to act." Such a shame, really. "You need to start taking responsibility around the house."
"Responsibility?" Ella nearly shrieked. God, her voice was so high pitched and annoying, Crista swore she might as well have been watching a mean girl movie. "What on earth is wrong with you? Let me go!"
Well, it was true that Ella did some things around the house, laundry and vacuuming and keeping the bathroom clean. But Crista meant
real
responsibility. Ella didn't pay rent, she didn't work, she didn't cook for them. Why was she even with them, then? She was lucky to have Crista. When two months prior her husband had confessed to her how much he wished he had some grandchildren, Crista knew exactly what to do.
Of course she couldn't tell him. He adored Ella, spoiled her to death. Crista could appreciate some parental love, but he was never going to agree to some discipline. She had to do this alone for the sake of all of them.
Crista nodded at the man, who, with a grin, stood right at the foot of the bed and plopped his considerable cock ontop the curve of Ella's ass. Once again Ella froze.
"Crista?" She sounded appropriately terrified this time. Good. "What is that?"
"I bought a friend to help teach you some manners." Crista loved how even and sure her voice sounded compared to Ella's. "Manners and responsibility. It's about time you started taking care of your daddy a bit, and he wants grandbabies
so
badly, so you and I are going to make it happen."
As she spoke, Ella's breathing got harder and harder. "No you won't," she exhaled, disbelief and terror coloring over what Crista thought was meant to be finality. "No you won't." And Ella started struggling again.
Ugh, she didn't have time for this. "Are you done?" Ella didn't reply, didn't stop, and Crista rolled her eyes. The insolence! Well, whatever. She could fix that too, with a little detour. She turned and pulled one of Ella's drawers open, then another one, rattling around until she found what she was looking for. For once Ella being a slut was helpful. She pulled out a condom and the little container of lube, and held them up to the man. Once he noticed, she threw them his way; he caught them mid air.
"We're having a small change of plans." He looked disappointed at the possibility of not knocking Ella up. Crista had a better idea. "Put the condom on. Since she's so dedicated to acting like a spoiled whore, you're going to have a nice deep go in her ass first."
When he grinned, she added, "but only use a little lube. I only need you to go in, not for her to enjoy it."
"No," Ella gasped. "No no no." Still grinning, the man behind her rolled the condom on, popped the bottle open, and dribbled a small amount of lube right on Ella's asshole. Ella yelled.
"Oh, hush," Crista snapped. "Save the screams for when it's in your ass. You'll need them."
He grabbed his cock and lined it up with her hole, but Ella thrashed, struggling against the ropes, and he missed once, then twice. Crista clicked her tongue. This wouldn't do, wouldn't do at all. She'd need to get hands on.
Crista sat down on the bed and grabbed Ella's ass, hard. The supple flesh seemed soft and bouncy beneath her fingers. Crista spread Ella's cheeks wide open as she held her still.
"Move it." She wanted the girl knocked up, for fuck's sake, not assreamed. This was only discipline. But the man didn't need to be told twice. He lined his cock again, right up against what Crista could see was a very tight asshole, and pushed. As he began to open her up, Ella tried to pull away.
"No, please, wait. " She was blabbering like a baby now, the wretched thing. "That's way too big, it won't fit, I— oh, please stop! It won't fit, it hurts, no, please, don't—"
She broke off with a scream as her tight little sphincter stretched wide around the man's head and didn't close again. Crista would give her that— it probably
was
too big, getting thicker as it went, easily the girth of a can or more. But bodies are stretchy. She was sure Ella would be fine. If it took her a couple of weeks to be able to sit down or walk properly again, that was all part of the lesson.
"Take it out!" All her bravado was gone, just like it should be. It was working already. Ella was crying, gasping for air, though that might have been from the pain. Crista studied her face, her flushed cheeks, her wild eyes. "Please take it out, it's too big, it's too big, you're going to break me—"
"That's the point." God, had she heard nothing Crista said? She sent a meaningful glance towards the man, who was more than happy to take the cue and make this worse. He leaned over Ella's back, grinning like a devil.
"Does that hurt?" His voice was all faux sympathy. "Aww. Let me stick it in a little further to make sure."
His cock disappeared as he pushed all his weight into her with a rough shove; Ella shrieked.
Crista kept her hands on Ella's cheeks. The man laughed, and when he pulled his hips back she saw Ella's ass wrapped around his cock like a vice, the skin pulling and stretching as he moved, trembling like a leaf. Maybe she wasn't as much of a slut as Crista thought, if she'd never taken it in the ass. Either way, it was going to set her straight. She let go.
"Take her," she commanded, and the man was all too pleased to obey.
He fucked her with hard, deep thrusts, pulling all the way out before driving home again; Ella cried out each time he drove home. She was struggling only feebly now, weakly thrashing here and there, but Crista wasn't stupid enough to think that Ella had accepted this. The body was not enough. She needed the little brat to be humbled, otherwise it would never stick. Crista gave Ella's ass a hard slap, and heard Ella choke on a sob.
"What do you say?"
"Please, I—"
"I tried to do this the easy way, but you kept acting up. What do you say?"
She looked prettier when she cried, Crista noted. Stubborn disobedience didn't look good on her. It'd give her wrinkles.
