Madison awoke last Saturday morning on a cold tile floor. She lay there, shivering and hungover reflecting on the night before. Her Mother and her Stepfather, Rick, were out of town at her Grandmothers' while she was ill.
As she opened her eyes slowly, Madison tried to roll over but found her wrists had heavy leather cuffs connecting both of her wrists together. She remembered coming downstairs to Rick's room, a place that had been off limits since she was a little girl and breaking in with some guy. Rick's room looked like a scene from Fifty Shades of Grey. She had often fantasized about being Anastasia.
Madison began to remember more and more of the events that transpired. She did remember fucking Matt, but there were so many questions unanswered. What time did everyone leave, or were they still here? There must have been over twenty people here and most she didn't even know.
Madison tried to sit up and realized that she also had a set of leather restraints on her ankles. Her head was spinning. What, she thought? She had no memory of these. She struggled and finally sat pulling her dress down from around her waist. She tried to remove the ankle cuffs but were padlocked, ... and what of this rope attached to her wrist cuffs that went to the ceiling? She had to find the key.
"Problem?" A deep voice spoke from across the room.
Madison screamed being startled, thinking that she was there alone.
Realizing that it was her Stepfather, Madison caught her breath and asked softly. "Rick?" "What are you doing home?"
"What am I doing home?... Hmmm"
Rick stood up, pulled hard on the rope attached to Madison's wrist cuffs which pulled her arms quickly above her head.
"What the fuck?" Madison screamed out.
"Stand up." Rick said in a firm voice.
"I can't, ... Why? Rick?"
Rick pulled harder on the rope slowly raising Madison off the floor.
"Ow, stop, ok ok, I'll stand."
She had never, ever heard Rick so pissed. She struggled to her feet quickly as Rick took up the slack and tied off the rope. Madison watched Him walk around the room to the wall with the restraints, floggers and crops. Rick picked up one of the riding crops and walked to Madison.
"What am I doing home? I think there should be other questions asked, what are you doing in here? Why is the house all tore up? Did you have a party? Oh, and how's Grandma?"
"How is..."
Interrupting, "Shut up, I don't want to hear you speak unless I ask you a question. Understood?"
"Yes," She mumbled.
"What?" Rick asked firmly.
"Yes!"
"Madison, I am very disappointed. I have known you since you and your Mother came into my life twelve years ago last month. I never had children of my own, but always thought of you as my daughter."
"I'm sorry Dad, I'm so sorry." She said almost crying.
"I am going to ask you some questions. The more honest and truthful you answer, the less severe your punishment will be. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Did you have a party last night even though you knew that you weren't supposed to?"
Madison hung her head and whispered. "Yes."
"How many people were here?"
"Five or six."
"Any alcohol here?"
"A little."
"Where there any drugs here?"
"No."
"Did you break in to this room?"
"It was open."
"Ok, ... Did you bring anyone else down here?"
"No." She answered quickly.
"Did you touch anything in here?"
"No."
"Have you ever been in this room before?"
"No."
"Now that you have seen what is in here, have you ever seen the movie, Fifty Shades of Grey?"
"No. ... Will you unlock these? "Madison asked looking at her cuffs.
"Hell, no I'm not going to unlock those! You wanted to know what happens in here, now, ... I'm going to show you."
Rick walked around her with the riding crop. He lifted her dress up in the back. Madison turned and tried to get away. "Hold still!" Rick said as he connected with the riding crop firmly across her ass.
"Ow!"
Madison looked at herself in the mirror that filled the wall. She was completely helpless and frightened.
Rick walked to the table in the center of the room where a knife was laying. "Did you bring this in here?"
"No."
Rick stood behind Madison. "I think you are lying." He then cut the spaghetti strap on her right shoulder.
"Noooooooo!"
Madison struggled to get away, but could only turn. She was completely naked under her dress.
"Hold still." Rick said as he cut the other strap releasing her dress from her body and falling around her ankles.
"Dad?" ... "Daddy?"
"Quiet, Madison. You have never called me Dad, or Daddy since you've known me. It has always been Rick. Now that you are in trouble, it's Daddy. Bullshit! And don't look at me with those big beautiful green eyes and that sad face. That's over. You have violated your mother and my trust. What do you think your Mom's going to say when she finds out?"
"Nooo, don't tell her, please?"
"Madison, you are in no position to ask me of anything. Look at yourself in the mirror. Look! You are twenty years old, drop dead gorgeous. Long brown hair, perfect little five-foot six body." Rick set down the knife and grabbed Madison's tits. "Look at these. What are they, 34C?"
"Yes, Rick, ... stop, ...no."
Rick pinched her little nipples hard.
"Ooooooww!"
Rick released her and picked up the riding crop. He stood behind her as she watched him in the mirror. "Spread your legs."
Madison just stood there with her legs tight together.
Rick connected with the crop on her right butt cheek.