Madison’s Lesson: 3

‘Why would I sit there?’ Madison asked, determined to stalk across the lounge and punish Brett for his odd behaviour by sitting as far away from him as possible.

‘Because I told you to,’ Brett answered Madison’s question, looking at her without smiling. That makes no sense, Madison thought, defying Brett by setting a course for the far side of the lounge room. Her legs had other ideas and soon, puzzled, she was sitting facing him.

When Madison goes away with her stepfather Brett, she thinks it’ll be a fun weekend of spending her parent’s money and living in luxury. But Brett has other plans for Madison. He’s tired of her cruelty to her mother, and he’s determined to teach her a lesson. Besides, he’s lusted after her for years…

Madison’s Lesson: Chapter 3

[Madison’s Lesson contains non-consent erotica, fictional incest between adults, mind control, enslavement and forced breeding. All characters are fully fictional and over 18. Chapter 1 is here.]

As she settled into the dining chair, Madison felt suddenly even more unsettled and unsure. What was happening? Why had Brett called her a ‘stupid slut’? And why did she keep doing things he told her to do?

‘Because I told you to,’ Brett answered Madison’s unspoken question. ‘I told you that this weekend was about teaching you a lesson.’

‘I…’ Madison broke off, her legs suddenly feeling too long and exposed, her hands feeling awkward and ungainly in her lap. ‘When’s Mom getting here?’ she asked, glancing across towards the door.

‘I have some news for you,’ Brett sipped his coffee as he spoke. ‘I don’t think it will sadden you. Lucy isn’t coming. She never was. It’s just you and me for the whole weekend, Madison darling.’ He put his coffee mug back on a side table, still holding her eyes with his. ‘You’re going to spend the weekend learning how to please me. Isn’t that going to be fun?’

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ Madison said, pouting. ‘How can Mom not be coming? That makes no sense.’

Nothing that Brett was saying made any sense at all. They had lied to her? And what did he mean by learning how to please him?

It’s not my job to please anyone, Madison thought angrily. They should be thinking how to please me.

‘Lucy and I decided that it was time you and I spent some time alone together,’ Brett smiled at her. ‘After Christmas. You’ve been such a spoiled brat recently, I offered to bring you in line. Your mother accepted my offer.’

Madison thought that spending time alone with Brett should be making her ecstatic with joy. But he still wasn’t making sense – what did he even mean by ‘bringing her in line’? She wasn’t under her parents’ jurisdiction anymore, no-one had any right to tell her to do anything.

Brett’s eyes left hers, and Madison watched him as he ran his eyes down over her body, finally only now looking at her breasts and her hips and thighs. His eyes rested for a long, disquieting time on her groin, before rising again to her breasts.

She felt her body flicker with arousal, even as she wondered what was even happening.

A slight smile flickering across Brett’s mouth, as if he could sense her arousal – as if he knew she liked him looking at her like that.

Madison flinched, suddenly wishing he would look away. Now that he hadn’t fallen for her seduction, suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted him anymore.

‘What are you doing?’ she asked, suddenly feeling as if she wasn’t as in control as she wished. ‘You’re not allowed to look at me like that!’

‘Aren’t I?’ Brett asked rhetorically, one eyebrow raising as if it was a question mark. ‘Haven’t you been shoving your tits and thighs in my face all day just so that I’ll look at them? I thought you wanted me to look at you like that?’

‘I haven’t! I…’ Madison broke off, flushing hotly, hating the uncouth word ‘tits’. ‘You can’t speak to me like that!’ she said boldly, glaring at him.

She wished she could stand up and move away from this exceptionally uncomfortable chair, but for whatever reason, her legs didn’t want to obey her. Actually, she thought that if she tried to stand she might just fall over. That would be far too embarrassing on top of everything else.

Damn, she must be drunk, Madison thought. She swore that she would never touch Brett’s home brew again.

Brett chuckled, meeting her eyes.

‘I want different behaviour from you this weekend, Madison,’ he said flatly. ‘I’m going to teach you to obey me. I think you’re going to get very good at pleasing me, girl. You’ll even enjoy it, in the end, even if you don’t enjoy how we get there. But that doesn’t matter.’

‘Why would I do obey you?’ Madison asked snidely. ‘You have no right to even be talking to me like this.’

She was still trying to get her legs to obey her. She wanted to stand up and leave the room, to go into her own bedroom and slam the door shut – that would teach Brett to talk to her like this – but her legs stubbornly refused to move. Her inability to move away from Brett’s suddenly arrogant gaze frightened her. She felt far too vulnerable and exposed.

‘Because you’ll have no choice,’ Brett said bluntly, smiling as if the thought made him happy.

Madison wished he would start making sense. Why would being unkind to her make him happy? Everyone loved her, she knew they did.

‘I’ve watched you torturing your mother like a mean, unkind, little brat ever since I’ve known you, Madison,’ Brett spoke coldly. ‘You’re mean to your sisters too. I’m sick of it. We’re all sick of it. And I get the pleasure of bringing you in line.’

He snickered softly as he lounged comfortably back in the armchair, his legs extending wide. He seemed to take up all the space in the room and Madison trembled, feeling trapped on the stupid chair.

‘How dare you say that to me?’ Madison asked, raging at him. ‘You can’t hurt me! You can’t do anything to me!’

Brett shrugged, still snickering as if she was funny.

‘I can do whatever I want to you,’ he said, still smiling, his eyes still resting on Madison’s body with that same lazy arrogance. ‘You think you rule the roost, don’t you, girl? You’ve got some surprises in store for you, you stupid slut.’

‘I…’ Madison broke off, flushing at him calling her derogatory names. ‘Don’t talk to me like that!’ she snapped. ‘I’ll tell Mom and then you’ll be sorry.’

‘I’m sick of you trying to tell me what I can and can’t do,’ Brett said, keeping on speaking even when Madison tried to interrupt him. ‘Next time that you tell me that I can’t do something, or try to say ‘no’ or to stop me, you’re going to say ‘I am my Master’s toy’ instead. And every time after that.’

‘You can’t…’ Madison flushed with anger but was unable to finish her sentence. ‘I am my Master’s toy,’ she said, the words appearing on her tongue as if out of nowhere.

Suddenly, she wanted to cry. She didn’t understand how the words came out of her mouth. She certainly didn’t want to say them.

‘Like that,’ Brett grinned suavely. ‘Like I said, I can do what I want to you.’

Madison was silent, hating him suddenly as the world whirled around her as if out of control. He had changed her words. How could he do that? She must be drunk, she must be imagining it…

Brett chuckled, ignoring her confusion.

‘You told me last Christmas that I’d never get to fuck you,’ he reminded her, making Madison blush. ‘You said that you would be kind enough to give me a blowjob. As a consolation prize, I think you said.’

Madison felt herself burning red hot, suddenly hugely embarrassed at the words that had come out of her mouth. She couldn’t remember saying that precisely but she could believe that she had. It was what she believed anyway. If Brett wouldn’t come running when she beckoned, he would only get scraps.

It was what she had always assured herself.

Brett smiled again, settling himself more comfortably into his chair – seeming to take her silence as some kind of victory.

‘Well, I am going to fuck you this weekend, you little whore,’ he said. ‘I’m going to fuck you tonight. I’m going to take that sweet hole between your legs and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.’

‘No!’ Madison said. ‘You can’t! I don’t want you to!’

At least, that was what she tried to say, but the words came out wrong. She started to say them, and then her brain switched the words around and gave her mouth new words to say.

‘I am my master’s toy,’ she said, softly, flushing and looking down in confusion as she heard her voice saying the horrifically humiliating phrase.

Brett just laughed out loud.

‘You’re going to be less of a brat by the end of the weekend, that’s for sure,’ he said when he finally stopped laughing.

‘What have you done?’ Madison asked, feeling sick and scared. This had to be a bad dream. It had to be.

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