Please Help Me... - Please, Help me - Part 10

FYI, this is the last chapter sponsored for now. My goals were reached. It might have 2-3 more chapters until finished, but they’d be sponsor only.

For those of you who were wondering, last night’s date went great! My sister’s boyfriend had sex with me. I even have pictures to prove it. A scum like that doesn’t deserve her like that. Meanwhile, Craig and she made love too. I mean, technically, she was unconscious. That silly goose drank way too much. Craig even had me slip some medicine into her drink so she didn’t wake up with a headache. He’s so considerate!

Craig says it’s time to move on to phase two. His plans are so thorough. He’s going to send pictures to the sister of her boyfriend cheating on her. I wondered if he was going to blot out my face or not, but he said there was no reason. When she realizes she’s been cheated on, my sister will be devastated, and who will be there to comfort her? Craig! Of course, he’ll lead her to believe that I cheated on him too, and use that to relate to her.

Once the two are together, I’ll return claiming something like her boyfriend raped me. I drank a lot, so the cops will completely believe it. After spreading all kinds of shade over my sister’s boyfriend, I’ll beg to be back in Craig’s life, but uh oh, he’s already slept with and fallen in love with Sister! What will he do? I will connect with her, and having been wronged by her boyfriend, I’ll convince her to keep the relationship with Craig and share him. Like that, we’ll all be a happy family!

Anyway, enough about current events. Let’s talk about the past. I had just been out with Dad and I got my first punishment. Now, I’m not an idiot. I understood the implications of Craig’s punishment. It wasn’t just that I sucked Dad off, but that the one male role model in my life had been cheating on Mom. The location he loved to visit that filled me with nostalgia was a place he went to carry out sexual affairs. There was a history of him buying me a milkshake, and then going to the bathroom and taking abnormally long. I realized that the only reason he bought me those milkshakes was so that I didn’t wonder what was taking him.

Did I even suck Dad’s dick? To this day, I’m not completely sure. The dick was similar to Craig’s. Craig could have used himself, and then only sent me a picture of Dad from a previous time. It wasn’t like it was timestamped or something. He was wearing the same clothing, but Dad didn’t change clothes often. Honestly, at the time, I was too shocked and sick to my stomach to think of such possibilities, and Craig would never reveal the truth even if I wanted it. For whatever reason, I managed to keep it down. I was nauseous, but I returned to my seat across from Dad, my view of him already having been completely shattered.

“Wow, you are sick, you took a long time in there. I already ordered. Do you want something?”

“No… no…” I shook my head.

I could still taste his cum in the back of my throat. I should have eaten something, but I wasn’t convinced I wouldn’t immediately throw it up if I tried. So, I sat across from Dad, avoiding meeting his eyes, all while tasting his dick in my mouth, but despite that, I refused to rinse out my mouth or eat. It was like I was punishing myself. At least, Dad didn’t order a milkshake and run to the bathroom, so we got the bill and left pretty quickly. In the end, I couldn’t bring myself to ask him if he had been in the bathroom while I was earlier. I couldn’t bring myself to confirm the truth of it.

Thankfully, my nauseous look only confirmed the lie I had told about stomach problems. Dad tried to be sympathetic, but the more spoke, the sicker I felt. We finally took the last leg of our journey home, but it wasn’t any more pleasant. That’s because every few minutes, I felt the vibrator go off in my ass. Not only was it turning me on, which contrasted horribly with the nausea, but the sound was just loud enough that it could be heard in the car.

Craig could only turn it on when he was in range. If it was running continuously, that would be one thing, but it kept turning on and off, which meant that he had to be in range. I couldn’t help but look around at all the cars driving along the highway. He had to be following me and in range. My heart was beating so fast. I was both terrified and aroused.

“What is that noise?” Dad asked.

“I-it’s my cellphone.” I lied, pulling it out and texting him back to sell my lie.

Me: I can’t believe you made me suck off my dad!”

Craig: I can’t believe you did it. You are a slut.

Me: Fuck off! It’s not like you gave me a choice.

Craig: Didn’t I though? You’re the one who did it. Did I have a gun to your head? I just told you to do something, and you did. I was just joking, but you didn’t even hesitate.

My entire body was shaking. Now that I thought back, he hadn’t made me do anything. He said I had a punishment, but it wasn’t like he forced me. I had done it all to myself. I hadn’t even seen his face the entire time. I felt anger and embarrassment as I responded.

Me: It’s your fault! It’s that damn vibrator. It makes me so horny I can barely think!

Craig: Haha, is that what you’re going with? You were horny? Isn’t that every slut’s excuse?

I blinked, my face flushing. I texted back angrily.

Me: If I didn’t do it, you would have found some other way to punish me. Admit it!

Craig: Worse than you sucking off your dad?

I opened my mouth, but I found myself speechless. I just wanted to end this conversation. I was so confused.

Me: Just leave me alone!

Craig: Alright, alright, since you took your punishment so well, next, I’ll give you an award.

Me: I don’t want your award! I just want to spend my vacation at home.

The teasing vibrations stopped, and he didn’t respond. I couldn’t help but let out a breath. Was he finally listening to me? I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief and hope. The rest of the ride was peaceful and free of any texts. Dad noticed the various expressions I had while I had been texting, but perhaps it was because he had postnut clarity or perhaps it was because he believed I was sick, but he thankfully kept his mouth shut.

The rest of the ride was quiet, which suited me just fine. When we pulled up into the driveway, I couldn’t help but feel conflicted. Before, this was my safe zone, but now that I had my punishment, this home just didn’t feel the same anymore. Still, even if my feelings about my father became complicated when it came to my mother, nothing changed. She was standing in the doorway waiting for me, her hands on her hips.

“Daughter, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Mom!” I smiled as I got out of the car and ran to her and hugged her. “What didn’t I tell you?”

Hugging Mom felt very warm and comfortable, and she hugged me back as she answered. “You didn’t tell me that you were inviting your boyfriend for the holidays! I don’t mind, but I could have used a warning. I had to set another seat at the table and get the guest room ready. Don’t argue with me, you two can’t sleep in the same bedroom. Not until you’re married, not under my roof.”

I blinked, looking at her in confusion. “My boyfriend?”

Did Brad come down? Maybe he changed his mind? That seemed unlikely though. After all, after seeing those images, he seemed pretty adamant about ending things. That’s when I looked over her shoulder and saw him in the family room sitting on my couch. Our eyes met, and he smiled at me. My entire expression turned white, and for a moment it was like I couldn’t hear anything.

“Honey? Baby? Are you okay?” Mom asked, her hand shaking my arm.

Her voice sounded like it was muffled, and I could hear my heart beating in my ears.

“Easy on her, she’s had a tummy ache,” Dad spoke as he pulled my bags out of the back of his truck.

“Oh, still? I made so much food. Are you not going to be able to eat?”

I snapped out of it, shaking my head. “I-I’ll be fine.”

“Good, good, let’s all have dinner then.”

“Great, I’m starving!” Dad declared as if he hadn’t just eaten an hour ago, ushering me in as he carried my stuff.

“Honey, bring that stuff to your room before joining us, okay?”

“Yeah, Mom,” I responded, grabbing the bags and heading up to my room.

My brain was completely numb. There was nowhere that I was safe. Perhaps, if things with Dad hadn’t happened, I might have told my parents that Craig wasn’t my boyfriend and was some creep following me, but not only was my trust in my father shattered. Craig also had those images which were enough to destroy my family. I could hear my mom humming happily below. I couldn’t do that to her. How would she react when she found out her husband was a cheater and her daughter was a whore.

I dropped my things off in my room, but then I just stood there, staring blankly at the walls covered in posters of old bands. It hadn’t changed much since high school, but I had changed completely. I was no longer that naïve and innocent girl. That’s when the vibrator turned back on, causing me to let out a little moan. The more he used it, the more sensitive it made me. Now, it was like a trigger that made my pussy start gushing.

“You’re really cute right now.” Craig’s voice came from behind.

My body shook as I heard his voice. I had hoped to find a safe space, but now he was in my room. There were no safe spaces left.

“Why are you here?” I asked, although my voice was no longer angry, just tired.

“I just wanted to meet your family, and see where you grew up.”

“You haven’t already?” I asked bitterly.

He chuckled. “If I’m going to be your boyfriend from now on, this is the least I can do.”

I wanted to deny it, but there was no point. His arms wrapped around my back, but I no longer felt like I could fight him.

“Please…” I whimpered quietly.

“Please fuck you?” He finished, whispering in my ear. “I plan to. I always wanted to fuck you on your bed.”

Why did his words make me so excited? His hand went down my pants and into my underwear. I felt my legs spreading, my body reacting beyond my control. I could only feel his fingers slide past my pubic hair and then plunge into my wet hole. My body shuddered in pleasure. I was so worked up after he teased me on the trip home. His hand went up my shirt and then cupped my breast.

“Hah…” I gasped.

“Say it…” He teased as his fingers moved in and out of me. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please…” I moaned.

“Say it!” He squeezed my nipple.

“Please fuck me,” I begged, and to more horror, I realized I meant it.

I wanted his dick inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to cum over and over with his dick. There was nowhere safe for me. I had no choice but to submit completely. It was at that moment that I realized there was no escape. Neither my parents nor the police could help me. I was beyond help.