Terrible things

"All right, young lady, that's enough. Pick up your clothes and go to your room. Your mother and I have to talk"

Maya silently picked up her clothes and hurried up the stairs. Matthew managed to catch a glimpse of her juvenile pussy.

"I think we handled this situation very well. A strict but loving approach seems to work really well with her."

Dana was visibly relaxed as she saw her daughter vanish at the top of the stairwell. Her I'll mind fabricated a story how this was an acceptable punishment.

Mathew knew that he could easily brainwash the red headed girl and have his way with her, but that did not cut it for him today. He wanted an authentic reaction from her. His twisted mind came up with a special scenario for his stepdaughter.

"Dana, you are going to follow me upstairs in your daughter's room. You will sit down quietly and attentively watch what I will do, so you can memorize everything that will happen. And you will not interfere"

Dana gave her husband a look from the side, alarmed by his suggestion.

"Why would you just go to her room, Matthew? What are you up to?"

He took a deep breath, and formulated his words slowly, and carefully, so that his wife could grasp what he would say without him having to repeat himself.

"What I am up to is, that seeing your daughter strip naked, has made me extremely horny. And I am going to fuck her."

Dana was in shock. She blinked once, then twice, before she let out a nervous little laugh.

"That's a joke right? Some sick and twisted joke. Or this... Is this a sort of punishment? Because of her outfit? I don't...."

Matthew interrupted her.

"This is no punishment. In fact, the strip tease was way too harsh and unreasonable. I actually just want to blow my load in your sweet little daughter, Dana."

The gears in her head shifted, and she realized what her husband, the man she thought to know, had proposed to her.

Matthew felt a relief in his chest, as he spoke the words he wanted to throw in her face for so long. Then he felt the hot sting of his wife's hand slap on his face. The hefty confirmation that his words had gotten through to her still ached on his cheek, as he grappled her hands, avoiding an onslaught from her sharp, manicured nails.

"You sick, perverted fuck! I won't let you touch my girl! Keep your filthy hands off her you bastard!"

"Yes you will, and you will watch me. And do you know why? Because I say so. And you do everything I say.

Dana was confused, her have a distorted mask of pain and despair.

"But.. but I don't want you to do that! I.."

"I don't care I you like it. But you will follow my orders, wether you like it or not, since you are obedient to me. Now follow me."

Dana's clenched fists trembled, but she obeyed.

"...I will never forgive you for this, I hate you so much..." She muttered, between clenched teeth, every word filled with spite.

But she followed.

They made their way up to Maya's room and entered wordlessly.

The teen girl, already dressed up again, gave her parents an alarmed look. She had heard her parents fight, and now they barged in her room without even knocking. She could see her mother, not being able to meet her eyes, visibly shaken. And her stepfather, with a creepy, predatory grin on his face.

She instinctively took a defensive position.

"What do you want from me?" She asked carefully, clearly not comfortable with the sudden intrusion.

Matthew locked the door.