[Fiction] Immoral Teaching

[daredevil2]

Originally Posted by kmacroxs

I think I know what happened to Jack's pills. Henry got rid of them.

it already said that

[kmacroxs]

Originally Posted by daredevil2

it already said that

Hey, I'm not perfect. I don't see everything.

[fullofsecrets]

No fighting on my story or I wont post any more chapters.

[daredevil2]

this was not a fight. i just was saying that so he would know for sure that he did take his pills. sorry if i started a fight. please continue writing

[fullofsecrets]

After a few moments of Henry staring at Heather, and Heather staring back at Henry, Jack appeared from the hallway. His whole being beamed with anger; his face was red and his hands were clenched into fists.

Henry began to laugh, looking down at Heather as she stared in horror at Jack. "Oh, you're going to get it now, Missy," he said, scoffing at her.

Jack walked across the room and sat in a recliner chair that was directly in front of Heather from where she had been placed on the couch. He stayed silent, obviously thinking viciously. Heather stared at the floor until Henry spoke again.

"The basement is still put together, Jack; from when my wife was still around. Perhaps, you'd think better down there?" Henry asked him and Jack nodded.

Henry grabbed Heather and made her stand and the both of them followed Jack down stairs into the basement. Heather kept her eyes closed, silently praying. Once in the basement Henry tossed Heather aside and let her fall to the floor. The concrete floor brushed against her cheek, arms, and hands leaving scratches.

Jack looked around, identifying everything that had remained in the room over the years. There was a metal table, with ankle and had cuffs at each corner, along with an uplifted chair with ankle cuffs at the bottom. Against one wall there were at least five shelving units filled with gags, whips, ropes, chains, dildos, vibrators, clamps, weights, and some other things that he wasn't even sure how they would work. But he looked at all of this with disinterest and finally spoke.

"She is not going to learn this way and quite frankly at the moment I don't have any energy." He turned and looked at Heather, who now had a thankful look in her eye. "But you will be punished, just not by me. In fact, you aren't going to see me for a long time." He looked away and went back up the stairs. Heather cried against the concrete, hating what he was doing, but missing him already.

Henry moved to stand over Heather. "Looks like its just us now, huh? Hm..." he said, him too looking around, "where do I begin with such disobedience?" He looked around the room and went to the shelves, but turned back to look at her. "Get naked, slut."

She did as she was told and sat on her knees on the floor. When Henry walked back over to her he held a riding crop in his hand along with a pair of nipple clamps. He hooked the nipple clamps to her breasts and Heather squirmed as he did. He laughed at her and gripped the crop.

Henry moved her so she was turned away from him on her hands and knees. Her skin was perfect and shined in the dim light of the basement. "If you're a good girl, maybe, I'll convince Jack to come down and see you," he said, rubbing her ass cheek with his free hand. "Maybe, he could hold you in his arms. Cuddle you like you're still his baby."

Heather was imagining this as he said it and she nodded in response, wishing for it to actually happen. She started to day dream about it, but was knocked back into reality when Henry smacked the whip against her back and ass. "Ouch!"

"Hush, like I said, you have to be a good girl," he sneered; Heather nodded as he continued. After twenty minutes of whipping Henry set down the crop and walked in front of her. "I don't get angry like Jack does. You see he got that disorder from his father's side of the family. But I am his mother's brother." Heather nodded, reassuring him that she was listening. "How about a little treat? Suck me nice and good like a good little girl and I'll make sure you aren't starved."

Heather got close and took down his pants. She licked at the tip of his cock and sucked on it hard. Her pride was gone. She didn't even care what she was doing anymore. The only thing she wanted was for Jack to look at her the way he used to, with innocence and purity, not with lust and anger.

She got him to orgasm and he came in her mouth. "Swallow it." She did so with a large gulp until it was all the way down. Her stomach began to cramp and throb, but she tried her hardest just to ignore it. "Good girl. I'm going up now, but first I have to secure you."

Henry walked back over to the shelves and returned with a collar and leash. He hooked them on her and tied the other end of the leash to the metal table that was bolted to the floor. "You be a good girl and stay quiet. I'll be back in a little bit with something for you to eat." He left the room and shut the light off. Heather sat in the dark silently, curled up in a ball on the floor.

"I am my mother's daughter..."

[daremaster 1]

Always fun to read this!

[MyOhMy]

keeps getting better...

[fullofsecrets]

Heather slept soundly on the floor of the concrete basement. She dreamt of her mother. She remembered all of the stories her father told her. She despised him after he told her all of the things he had done to her, but she loved hearing about the mother she never got the chance to meet.

Heather's mother was raised into being a slave. She had an arranged marriage with Heather's father at only the age of eighteen. He enforced the rules of slavery upon her. He treated her with filth and disgust, but when telling the story he always made Heather believe that her mother loved her father.

The most gruesome story of all was when Heather herself was born. The moment Heather's mother birthed her she was ripped away from her. Her mother never got to hold her only child. Heather hated remembering this story, it was the worst of all. Knowing that she never even got to see her mother's face, it just didn't seem fair.

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Heather awoke to the sound of the basement door opening and steps coming down the staircase. She sat up and looked over. Henry walked towards her with a bowl of water and about 7 saltine crackers. He set them down on the floor. "Here you go, something to eat."

She began to eat thankful for something to put in her stomach even though it was hardly anything at all. To Heather's surprise Henry walked back out of the basement just leaving the light on. She heard him lock the door. She sighed and finished eating. She lay back down and continued to dream about her mother.





(Hey, I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but its basically just supposed to tell you about Heather's connection to her mother. There will be more next time)

[daremaster 1]

Nice short chapter! It was good.

[fullofsecrets]

The next day Henry came back downstairs. Heather frowned not seeing Jack coming with him. Henry held some more crackers in his hand. He set them on the floor and walked to the shelves. Heather was so sore, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him.

He looked back over at Heather. "You look bloated, does your stomach hurt?" he asked her calmly. Heather shook her head and Henry shrugged as he walked back over. "I think now is the time we should do what I wanted, but you better not puke on me or I will punish you severely."

Heather started to cry as she was told to lay down on her back with her legs spread apart. She knew he was bigger than Jack; and Jack could hardly fit inside her without hurting her. Throwing her hands against her face she sobbed into them.

"Now I thought you were going to be a good girl?" he asked, but really it was just a simple threat. Heather did as he told her and watched him get over her. He unzipped his pants and Heather closed her eyes as his enormous cock came out of them. He pushed the head against her pussy. "Hows that feel, hmm?"

"It...it's gonna hurt!" Heather screamed, but remained still crying as loudly as possible. He overlooked her comment and thrust the rest of it inside her as she screamed. His cock tearing her about an inch. She cried harder and harder as he fucked her.

After only about 10 minutes of hard thrusts he came. He pulled out and let it go all over her body. Henry stood and and walked over to the shelving unit and picked up a collar that looked very different than the one she was wearing now. "I'm going to make you a deal okay?" he offered, Heather nodded. "Since it seems that you had a very hard night down here, you may come upstairs. But there are some conditions. You must leave Jack alone, he doesn't want to see you right now. Next, you must do anything anyone tells you. And lastly you may put back on your clothes, but no panties and no bra. Understand?"

Heather thought for a moment not wanting to go up, but she desperately didn't want to stay in the basement any longer. She nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good, now, just in case you think it would be fun to runaway again I have the house set up with shock alarms that react to this collar." Henry unlocked Heather's collar and put the new one on. "As long as you stay in the house you will be fine. Now hurry along."

Henry left the room and Heather got quickly. She went up the stairs, silently itching at the collar. When she got upstairs she went to Jack's bedroom. His door was cracked open and she looked through. He was on the computer. He started to look over and Heather ran to the living room, there Henry gave her a list. Looking down at it Heather noticed it was filled with chores. "Do them," he told her and waved her off.

[daremaster 1]

Thanks! Lvove how you update like everyday.

[fullofsecrets]

Originally Posted by daremaster 1

Thanks! Lvove how you update like everyday.

Just trying to please my viewers. Plus I hate reading some stories on here and having to wait like over a week for a new part when I really like the story. So, I don't want anyone to have that feeling about my story

[daremaster 1]

Originally Posted by fullofsecrets

Just trying to please my viewers. Plus I hate reading some stories on here and having to wait like over a week for a new part when I really like the story. So, I don't want anyone to have that feeling about my story

I feel you on that. Hate waiting so long for a chapter that sometimes I just say screw it and move on with my life.

[MyOhMy]

Another great chapter! And I applaud you for updating so quickly(:

[fullofsecrets]

Heather took the list and got started. She did the dishes, cleaned Henry's bedroom, did the laundry, put the laundry away, vacuumed the living room; vacuumed the hallway, dusted, cleaned the dining room chandelier, made dinner, and did the dishes again. Her hands ached, but she refused to complain or let it bother her. She didn't want to end up back down in the cold, dark, damp basement. Looking at the list once more Heather noticed she had to clean Jack's room. She gulped and slowly walked to his door. She knocked. "Henry....Henry wants me to clean up in there," she said.

"C'mon in." Heather opened the door and saw Jack still sitting at the computer; he was watching porn.

She went around the room picking things up, looking at him every few minutes. She went to the bed and started to make it. All of a sudden she felt a pair of hands on her hips. She smiled on the inside.

"He told me you have been being good," Jack said, Heather holding onto the essence his familiar voice was giving her. She nodded. "Why can't 3you act like that for me? Well?"

Heather turned around and faced him. "I don't like this. This isn't me; this isn't you. Why can't you see that?"

She had a look of sadness in her eyes that even he couldn't ignore. He could tell that she wasn't happy. He sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. "I can't control myself."

"I know. Baby, its just because you don't have your pills. Its your uncle's fault..."

Jack looked up at her. "And how would you know that? He has never hurt me, why would he do such a thing?" he asked her sternly.

"I don't know, I just..... I have this feeling that its him who has done all of this."

Jack shook his head. "That's nonsense," he said, looking away from her.

"Well, why don't we go into town? We can pick you up some more and.....and...." Heather trailed off, twiddling with her fingers.

"And what?"

"And we can go back..... to the way things used to be. When I was..... happy." Heather frowned and sat down beside him on the bed.

Jack put his arms around Heather and kissed her cheek, recognizing her sorrow. "Alright, but we need to talk with my uncle."

"Okay.."