Emma's fate

As the months went by, Emmaline delighted in tormenting Alice, setting up humiliation after humiliation. Gangbangs at frat parties, loaned out to business associates, even a memorable evening spent chained to Emmaline’s bed, eating her out and made to watch Chet making love to her.

And then, her whole world came crashing down.

“Sweetheart, we’ve got something bad to tell you…” Emma couldn’t believe it, her family, bankrupt? “How could you have let this happen!” She shouted, throwing things at her father. “The market crashed, all of our investments are gone and there was a hostile takeover of my company. There was nothing we could do…” “So now what, we’re just broke? Should I go find a bridge for us to sleep under?” Emma snapped.

“No uhm… that won’t be necessary. We’ve… made a deal” Emma froze. “No… no not… you don’t mean…” She stammered, walking backwards until hitting what appeared to be a wall until two hands came from behind to grab her. “I’m afraid it’s exactly what you think” said Chet, grinning darkly down at her. Chet’s father walked in with his laywers and spread out the contracts on her father’s desk. “Don’t worry my dear, it won’t be as bad as you imagine.” said Chet’s father, walking up to her and cupping her chin. “You can keep your life, you can keep going to college, we’ll give you a very generous allowance, all you need to do is sign here. And in the fullness of time, your freedom might yet be yours again. Considering the alternative, I’d said that’s a very good deal”

Dazed, betrayed, Emma walked over to the desk and signed. “Good girl” said Chet’s father, patting her bottom before moving her skirt up and pulling down her panties as the lawyers gathered up the signed contract. “Is she on the pill Chet?” “Yeah dad, don’t worry” said Chet as he started to leave the room, Emma reached out to him, tried to call out to Chet, to save her, but the words wouldn’t come. “Have fun” Chet smirked, before closing the door, leaving her with her parents huddled up on one side of the room and Chet’s father standing behind her. The only thing breaking the silence was the sound of his zipper slowly going down.

“Mister Ryan, please… you know me, I’m your sons girlfriend…” “No sweetheart” he says, almost tenderly before he pushes Emma flat against the desk, squirting lube on her pussy and on his cock. “You’re property. My property” Emma screams as he shoves himself inside her in one stroke, filling her completely. “That’s it… good girl… take it.” He grunts as he starts to move, fucking her roughly against the desk while her parents watch.

“Your job, your purpose, is to make me happy. Do a good job and who knows, I might even keep you, make you my personal mistress. Do a bad job…” He leans over and whispers in her ear as he thrusts deeply, coming inside of her. “Do a bad job or try to escape and I’ll sell you to a brothel in Dubai where you’ll be lucky if you’ll only have to fuck humans” He slid out of her, cum dripping from her snatch as her legs give way and she slumps to the floor. He grabs her hair and tilts her face up to meet his cold eyes. “Clean me up” he demands, pressing his cock against her lips. Tears flow down her face as she starts to lick.

That was Emma’s life from then on. Most of the time, she could be her own self, only the circlet around her neck reminding her of her other life. The life spent in servitude. It didn’t take long for mr. Ryan to get bored of her and give her to Chet. Somehow, being his ****, the man she thought loved her, was even more humiliating then being the **** of his father. Chet never missed an opportunity to rub it in, how far she had fallen. She asked once, what happened to Alicia. “Oh she’s fine, very happy” said Chet. “We released her from her contract, if you behave and obey, we’ll do that for you too.” So she behaved and obeyed.