AN: Gluttony 02, for @theoracleofsin event Summer of Sin: “There is a void inside me that nothing in this world can ever fill, except maybe you.”
AN2: Divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics
🚨WARNING🚨DDDNE (Dead Dove Do Not Eat) The following work deals with intimate relations between a stepfather and step daughter. The author trusts that you know your own triggers before you proceed. PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY. Any hate comments will be ignored and deleted without warning.
🚩Content Warning🚩 language, stepcest/fauxcest, sexual relations between step-dad & step-daughter, including but not limited to: kissing, oral sex (m receiving), p in v sex, backshots, Lee being crude and lewd, derogatory language, rough sex, use of “daddy” and “good girl” and other monikers, deep throating, cum play, spanking.
The old farmhouse kitchen smells like black coffee and the faint hint of Lee’s cigarette smoke still clinging to his uniform shirt. It’s late, way past when a good girl like you should be in bed, but you’ve been circling him for weeks now. Lingering touches when he comes home from a long shift, wearing those too-tight little shorts around the house, “accidentally” brushing your tits against his arm while reaching for something on the counter. Tonight, though? Tonight you’re done playing coy.
Lee’s leaning against the counter, sleeves rolled up, that sheriff’s badge catching the low light like a warning you have zero intention of heeding. His eyes, those sharp, hungry blue ones, narrow as you step closer, heart hammering so loud you’re sure he can hear it.
“There is a void inside me that nothing in this world can ever fill,” you whisper, “except maybe you.”
The words hang heavy between you. Lee’s jaw ticks. He sets his coffee mug down slow, deliberate, like he’s giving himself time not to pounce. That dark smirk creeps across his face anyway, the one that says he knows exactly what kind of trouble you’re offering.
“Well, shit, darlin’,” he drawls, voice dripping like molasses and sin. “You really gonna stand there and say somethin’ like that to your step-daddy?” He pushes off the counter, closing the distance until his broad chest is inches from yours. One big hand comes up, calloused thumb brushing your bottom lip, pressing just hard enough to part it. “You got any idea what you’re askin’ for? ‘Cause once I start fillin’ that pretty little void… ain’t no goin’ back. I’ll ruin you for anybody else. Stretch you out, break you in, make this tight cunt remember who it belongs to.”
His other hand slides down your side, gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, yanking you flush against him. He’s already hard, his cock straining through his pants. Lee dips his head, lips ghosting your ear, hot breath sending shivers straight to your cunt.
“Been watchin’ you prance around here, teasin’ me with that ass and those tits. Thought I was losin’ my damn mind. But now?” He chuckles low, dark and mean. “Now you’re beggin’ for it. On your knees, sweetheart. Show your daddy how bad you need this cock to fix what’s missin’ inside you.”
He doesn’t wait for you to obey fully, his hand tangles in your hair, guiding you down as he palms himself through his zipper. The look in his eyes is pure feral veracity and possession.
Lee’s grip in your hair tightens, tilting your head back so your eyes lock onto his. That smirk deepens, turning downright wicked.
“Atta girl,” he growls, voice rough like gravel. “Daddy’s gonna wreck that throat. Open up nice and wide. Gonna fuck it till you’re droolin’ and gaggin’ and still beggin’ for more.”
He frees himself with his free hand, thick cock springing out heavy and flushed, already leaking at the tip. You barely get a breath before he’s pressing the head against your lips, smearing precum across them like a claim. Then he pushes in—slow at first, letting you feel every inch stretching your mouth, the salty taste flooding your tongue.
“Fuuuck, that’s it,” he groans, hips rocking forward. “Take it deeper, darlin’. Relax that pretty throat for me.” He doesn’t give you much time to adjust, though, his hand on the back of your head pulls you forward as he thrusts, sliding past your gag reflex until your nose is buried in the coarse hair at his base. Your eyes water, throat convulsing around him, but he holds you there a second, savoring the tight heat.
“Look at you, my sweet little stepdaughter on her knees, throat full of cock. That void feelin’ a little less empty yet?” He pulls back just enough for you to gasp a breath, strings of spit connecting your lips to his glistening shaft, before slamming back in harder. The rhythm builds deep, relentless strokes fucking your face like he owns it. His balls slap against your chin with every thrust, and he’s grunting low, filthy praises spilling out between them.
“Good fuckin’ girl… takin’ daddy so well. Gonna paint this throat white, then flip you over and ruin that pussy next. You want that? Want me to fill every hole till you’re drippin’ my cum and can’t even remember your own name?”
His pace gets punishing, hips snapping, using your mouth like a toy while one hand pets your hair almost tenderly. Tears streak your cheeks, but the heat pooling between your legs says you love every second of it.
Lee’s thrusts turn erratic, his grip in your hair bordering on desperate as he fucks your throat harder, chasing that edge. “Ah fuck, gonna cum, darlin’. Swallow every drop like the good little cocksleeve you are for Daddy.”
With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep, hips stuttering as thick ropes of hot cum flood your throat. You choke instantly, spluttering, gagging around his pulsing cock as it keeps pumping. Some spills from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin in messy strings while you struggle to swallow it all, eyes watering like crazy, chest heaving for air. Lee holds you there through it, milking every last spurt, a dark chuckle rumbling out of him at the wrecked sounds you’re making.
“Fuck yeah… listen to you choke on daddy’s load. Messy girl.” He finally pulls out with a wet pop, leaving you gasping and coughing, lips swollen and shiny with cum and spit. But he’s not done, not even close. Before you can catch your breath, he hauls you up by the arms, spins you around, and bends you over the kitchen counter roughly. Your tits press against the cool surface, ass up and presented like an offering.
He yanks your shorts and panties down in one rough tug, kicking your legs apart. “Look at this soaked pussy… drippin’ just from throat-fuckin’. My perfect girl.” He lines up and slams into you from behind, not bothering to wait for you to adjust. He buries his still-hard cock balls-deep in one brutal thrust. The stretch is immediate and overwhelming, his hips snapping against your ass as he sets a punishing rhythm.
Each deep stroke hits that spot that makes your toes curl, his hand cracking down on your ass cheek with a sharp smack. “This what you needed? Daddy ruinin’ all your holes? Then take it, take it,” he grunts.
He’s relentless, pounding into you, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the kitchen along with your moans. One hand grips your hip hard enough to leave marks, the other reaching around to rub your clit in tight circles, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Just a few flicks on your clit sends you hurtling over, coming hard. Your pussy contracts hard, gushing over Lee.
“Good girl, good fuckin’ girl,” Lee groans.
Just as you begin to come down, he pulls out with a filthy groan. Hot spurts of cum land across your ass and lower back, thick and claiming, painting your skin as he strokes himself through it. He gives your ass one last firm slap, smearing his mess into your skin with his palm.
“Goddamn, baby… look at you. All fucked out and covered in me. That void feelin’ any better yet?”
Summary: After your failed attempt, the brothers move onto your next step of training and punishment. You also run into two surprise, yet favorite psychos
Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader; Soft Dark Lee Bodecker x Reader
Word count: Around 6k
Warnings: THIS IS A DARK STORY. PLEASE STAY AWAY IF THAT TRIGGERS YOU. Smut, dub con, very dark Bucky, two surprise new guest stars
The last time you tried to escape sealed your fate. At that moment, you realized there was no way out, no magic door to remove you from this hell. And that was the moment you started slowly accepting that these two monsters were now your only salvation.
The last time you tried to escape sealed your fate. At that moment, you realized there was no way out, no magic door to remove you from this hell. And that was the moment you started slowly accepting that these two monsters were now your only salvation.
When the brothers returned you back to your prison, you were still unconscious, a concussion slowly causing you to drift in and out. Your memory was hazy at first, finding it hard to keep your eyes open. Slowly, it all started drifting back, the escape, the hunt, the cop, the fear you felt in realizing he was one of them. Colin Shea had sealed your fate. You didn’t know that yet, but you’d soon find out.
They brought you back down, laying you on the bed. Lee grabbed the wipes to clean you up while Bucky stood in the corner, watching with a frown on his face and fire in his eyes. As Lee wiped away the sweat, tears, dirt, and blood, you heard Bucky give a humorless laugh.
“You babying her is not going to change her punishment, brother. She played the game, now she needs to learn,” Bucky said to Lee, all traces of softness gone.
“I understand that, but you gave her a fucking concussion. We are trying to train her to love us, to please us, not to fear us”, Lee retorted, shooting a pointed look at his brother.
“She broke the rules, she ran away. What if Colin hadn’t been the one to find her? What if it had been one of the other neighbors? We could have lost her!” Bucky shouted, slamming his fists onto the dresser.
The sound woke you enough to know you were back in your prison. You opened your eyes, jumping back as the fear took over once again. Being in such close proximity to them terrified you beyond all reason. You reared back like a cornered animal, ready to strike or cower, depending on the attack.
Lee put his hands up where you could see them, speaking quietly to calm you. You couldn’t understand what he was saying, your head still throbbing with every turn. You leaned over the side of the bed, purging the contents of your stomach onto the floor. You felt a cold cloth on the back of your neck, but you jumped back seeing Bucky standing next to you.
“Fine, suffer. I don’t care. You brought this on yourself, your punishments will start now,” he said, grasping your hair in a tight fist, exacerbating the migraine you were already fighting.
“Enough,” Lee warned, his voice full of venom and his eyes glaring at his brother. “She needs rest, and you will not hurt her anymore than you already have.” Lee pulled his brother away from you, seeing the dread etched on your face.
“Let me go. I don’t want to be here. If you won’t release me, then kill me. I can’t do this,” you declared, as you stared defiantly at Bucky, then turned your pleading eyes to Lee. You felt another wave of nausea hit, and again leaned over the side of the bed, emptying the remaining contents of your now emptied stomach.
“We aren’t going to kill you, honey. You’re ours. You are going to love us, but you’re also going to learn to obey us,” Lee stated simply as if it were fact. There was no choice given, nor a sympathetic mind. Only control and pleasure.
You realized now just how dire this situation had become. There was no simple escape, no end in sight. You either escaped again, and stayed the fuck away from anyone you might come across, or you find a way to end yourself.
“You have the rest of tonight to come to terms with your fate. I may have been a little harder on you than necessary. We did want to see how much more you had to learn, and you absolutely surpassed our, or at least my expectations,” Bucky sneered, looking down at you with hardness behind those steel blue eyes. “Tomorrow, we’ll start the next level of punishment. It will be painful, but also pleasurable as long as you are a good girl.”
Bucky ran his knuckles down the side of your face, glancing over the apples of your cheeks into your jawline before grabbing your chin forcefully, bringing your averted gaze to his.
“Make no mistake though, this is punishment and you will learn to obey. I think you may find us pleasing were you to actually meet some of the other men living around here. You’re lucky Shea was the one to find you tonight.”
Bucky turned to leave, not looking back. He wouldn’t have been able to hide his throbbing erection from you, and the last thing he needed was to lose control. Lee turned back to you, wiping your tears away, and placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“You may not believe us now, but we love you honey. You were made for us, only us. We will spend all of our time proving that to you, if you will only cooperate,” he said softly, turning to make sure your prison was locked up tight once again.
As you watched their retreating figures, you silently sobbed knowing your life had forever been changed. When you heard the door at the top of the stairs close and the lock click, you finally allowed yourself a moment to fully breakdown.
You weren’t sure how long you’d been missing, but you knew no one was looking for you because you had no one. You knew your job would easily forget about you as you’d never forged any lasting relationships with any coworkers. Your apartment would be cleared and rented to someone else because your complex didn’t care about you, only the monthly rent you always paid on time. You were utterly and truly gone, and no one cared.
You laid your head on your pillows, pulling the thin, worn sheet on top of you. When you looked over at your nightstand, you saw your migraine medicine and a bottle of water. Why is it the two men who kidnapped you made you feel more cared for than any other people in your life? You put the pills in your mouth and swallowed them down with a few large gulps of water. You allowed the drugs to take you away from your nightmare, freeing you from this prison if only for a small reprieve.
Bucky and Lee watched you from the monitors, their eyes focused on your reaction to the medication. They saw the confusion cut through your sadness and anger, even if only for a mere second. It was there. You acknowledged their kindness; hopefully it was enough to get you through the next round of training.
“Good night, honey,” Lee said softly while Bucky simultaneously said “Sleep well, princess.” They turned to each other, a silent conversation passing through their eyes, before turning and heading to their respective rooms.
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You were woken up by loud footsteps above you the next morning. Your migraine hadn’t fully disappeared, but it had lightened to a dull throb, which was better than the ice pic being driven into your skull over and over last night.
As last night came drifting back, you were suddenly scared for what today held. You weren’t sure how your classroom time was going to change, but your stomach had a nervous dance going through it.
You used the wipes to clean yourself up, and grabbed a change of clothes from the drawers. As you sat contemplating your fate, you heard the door to the basement open and heavy footsteps descending.
“Good morning, honey,” Lee said softly while unlocking the cage door. “How’re you feeling?” he asked, walking over to you with a bottle of water in his hand. He unscrewed the cap, handing the water to you along with two ibuprofen, you assumed.
You accepted the water and medication, whispering a barely audible “Thank you, sir.”
You swallowed both down, wiping the stray water with the back of your hand, and handed the bottle back to Lee. You then saw Bucky enter and immediately froze. Where Lee was kind and soft, Bucky looked hard and cold.
“Well, Princess. It’s clear you’re ready to move onto the next stage of your training after the stunt you pulled last night,” he said while running his fingers up and down your arm. “You don’t know how lucky you are. If it had been any of our other neighbors, you wouldn’t be here right now,” he said, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.
“He’s right, honey. We care about you. We cherish you. And now it’s time for us to worship you, your body. We need to learn what you like so we can prepare that pretty little cunt of yours,” Lee whispered, placing a kiss on the outer shell of your ear.
A shiver shot down your spine as you felt Lee’s hot mouth trailing kisses from your ear, down the side of your neck, his tongue touching, tasting, memorizing every inch of your exposed skin; memorizing every flutter of your eyes, every involuntary gasp or moan that escaped your lips. Lee kissed and licked all over your neck, both sides, over your collarbones, moving slowly toward your décolletage.
“See Honey, there’s a few things you need to know. We want to pleasure you just as much as you do us. We want you to love us the way we love you. We will always have your best interests at heart. We will protect you, love you, fuck you, hold you, anything you want or need, we will make happen.” he continued, pulling your tank top down, freeing your breasts.
Lee bent his head down, taking your right nipple into his mouth, sucking, biting, scraping his teeth, back to biting before releasing the nub with a loud, wet pop. He moved to your other breast, paying the same, intense attention to the left nipple. He alternated between the two, loving one with his mouth while playing with the other with his hand. Your head fell back, groans leaving your slightly parted lips without you realizing what the noise you kept hearing actually was.
You opened your eyes to find Bucky sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, a chair that must have been brought in while you were still sleeping. He had his hand running over the large bulge in his pants, watching you and Lee.
“This is my turn today, honey. Bucky won’t get to touch you, but he will touch himself while I work you over,” Lee said, his hand moving down from your nipples, over your abdomen, placing it on your hip. “I will make you scream, make you so well loved and fucked, you won’t ever think of running again.
You felt his hand slowly move from your hip and dip into your panties. Lee ran his index and middle finger up and down between your pussy lips, just barely grazing over your clit. Your moans and groans grew not only in volume, but frequency also.
“Look at me, honey. Look at me, there ya go. The only rules are you do as I say, and you do not say no. To anything. Ever. If you break these rules, you will not be able to cum for the entire session of punishment. Do you understand, honey?” Lee asked, his fingers stopping on your clit and applying more pressure. You squirmed and wiggled, trying to gain any type of friction or release, but when Lee felt you move, he stopped his ministrations.
“Do. You. Understand.?” Lee asked again, slapping your pussy after each accentuated word. You screamed at the sensation, moaning until a meek “yes sir” left your lips.
“Good girl, honey,” Lee said, returning his fingers to your clit. Over and over he brought you right up to the edge, always stopping or slowing when he felt you clamp around nothing. He loved watching your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he hadn’t even used his tongue yet.
Lee kept at your cunt for what felt like hours. He inserted his tongue, used his fingers, played with your clit, and strummed your special spot. Over and over and over. Your face was streaked with tears, eyes full of both shed and unshed. You chanted please, please, sir please over and over, almost like your mantra. Lee would walk you right to the edge, and just as you were about to tip over that beautiful precipice, he would stop. Over and over until his face was soaked with your juices.
Bucky had watched, stroking his cock all throughout the session. He couldn’t deny how absolutely stunning you were to him all fucked out and stupid. His stomach was covered in cum, Bucky having cum multiple times watching you. Your groans, your moans, your tears, all straight to his cock, over and over.
“Okay honey, that’s all for today. You have been a very good girl. I am so proud of you,” Lee praises while pulling his pants and shirt back on. You laid on your back, eyes staring at the ceiling but completely unfocused. You knew Lee was talking, but you couldn’t understand the gibberish leaving his mouth. He turned your head towards him and lifted you off your back just enough for you to drink some water.
“There you go, honey. That’s our good girl,” Lee praised as you continued to drink. When you were finished, he picked you up, dressed you, then moved you to your pillows. He cuffed your hands to the bed, partly because you ran, but also to keep you from playing with yourself. This was a punishment after all.
“Good night, honey,” Lee said, gently placing a kiss on your forehead. You smiled and whispered goodnight sir back, making his heart soar.
“Good night, princess. Rest up. Tomorrow is my turn, and I tend to like things a little more rough,” Bucky said, grabbing a handful of your hair to raise your lips to his. The kiss was bruising, full of passion and promise. You also whispered a goodnight to Bucky.
You were asleep before the door had even shut at the top of the stairs, so completely fucked out and exhausted; there was no way you were staying awake. The brothers checked the cameras, looked at each other, and made their way to their rooms, happy and satisfied. You were the one, their one, and slowly, you were accepting their affections.
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You woke the next day sore and used, your pussy aching, begging for release. You moved your hands, forgetting they were cuffed, and sighed in frustration at being unable to play with yourself. Yesterday came rushing back, causing a gush of juice to wet your thighs. You knew you should be terrified, but somewhere deep inside, you felt amazing. You had been worshipped, taken care of, pulled apart in every manner, and you craved more.
You were anxious, though as you knew Bucky liked things rough. Your hole was already used and abused with no relief in sight. You craved his attention, his fingers, his mouth, his cock. You wanted it all, every last inch, every drop of cum. Yet, you feared what he would do at the same time.
You heard the door open, heavy footsteps descending. You saw Lee first, a small smile on his face when he saw you, restrained and needy.
“Good morning, honey. You look so beautiful. You were such a good girl for me last night. Your pussy is all I dreamt about. I can’t wait to taste you again, but today is Bucky’s turn. So be good for him too,” Lee said, gently stroking a knuckle down your cheek, then softly wrapping his hand around your neck.
Bucky quietly joined you and Lee, his eyes already filled with lust, hanging hooded. “Oh princess, you look so fucking pretty, so gorgeous. Your cunt is still swollen and wet, I have waited so long for this,” he said, opening the cage door.
Bucky walked over to the bed, unlocked the handcuffs, and untied your ankles. He gently took your hands, helping you stand. Your legs were shaky, your cunt worn and throbbing. You started to softly cry, from fear, from frustration, from both, you weren’t really sure.
“Oh princess, we haven’t even begun. You may want to save the tears,” Bucky said. You looked over at him, noticing the hard look in his eyes as he led you out of the small prison. He walked with you and turned to the right, stopping in front of a contraption with restraints and hinges to bend.
“This, princess, will be your bed today. You will be strapped to this board, and I will punish you, please you, learn what makes you scream, cum all over you, and I won’t stop until I’m done. I will mark you, you will be pushed past any limits you have,” Bucky said, not as an order; simply as fact.
He positioned the board with the front and back ends laying flat on the floor, the middle bent up, forming an area for you to rest your abdomen on while placing your ass up. Bucky gently folded you over the middle, strapping your hands and forearms in on the front, and your thighs and calves on the back, your abdomen bent and ass presented.
You were spread open and there was nothing you could do. You watched Lee take his place in the corner, his hand already rubbing the bulge in his pants. Bucky came into your line of sight, slowly removing his long sleeved tee, granting you the absolute thrill of seeing him shirtless. You cried harder now, fear overtaking your mind, desire overtaking your cunt. You felt yourself growing wet, running down your thighs and onto the board. You felt the heat of embarrassment creep up your neck, knowing it was wrong to want this.
Bucky opened a cabinet built into the wall, completely unnoticeable unless you knew where to look. You couldn’t see what he grabbed, and had no clue what it was until the first smack across your left ass cheek. The pain jolted another round of tears from your eyes, and another gush of wetness from your pussy.
“You ran away, princess.” SMACK. “You know the rules, you broke them, and now you will be punished.” SMACK. “You will count each spank. If you lose count, we start again.” SMACK. “If you don’t count out loud, we start again.” SMACK. “You will be spanked until you can count to ten while following the rules I just stated.” SMACK. “Do you understand, princess?” SMACK.
“Yes sir,” you replied, humiliated and in excruciating pain. “Good princess, you’re starting off correctly. You can do this, sweet girl. We start now.”
SMACK
One.
SMACK
Two.
SMACK
You were crying so hard, you missed saying the third out loud and had to start again. You lost count of how many times you had to start over, crying out in pain with every hit of what you now knew was a paddle. When you finally reached ten, Bucky stopped and whispered small praises in your ear. How good you were, how beautiful you looked like this, how well you did. You felt his hand rub something soothing over your ass, as gently as possible. You whimpered at the contact, the salve soothing but not fully taking away the pain.
Lee handed Bucky a bottle of water, softly stroking your hair. He wasn’t wearing any pants, and you could see the cum on his shirt, his cock rock hard again after taking in your ass and wrecked face.
Lee walked away, sitting once again in his chair, eyes hooded as he watched Bucky strap you in again, taking his cock in hand. He started stroking it slowly, languidly while relishing in the sight of you, wrecked and wanting, needy and throbbing, wet and fucked out.
Bucky walked up behind you, so fucking turned on by the view. His dick was rock hard and leaking, however he wasn’t done with you yet, and wasn’t ready to take you. He had some playing he still wanted to try. He ran his fingers from your clit to your asshole, coating them in your juice, a moan slipping out at how soaked you were.
You tried moving, the small and soft touches making your clit throb even more. You needed any friction, and let out a cry of frustration when you weren’t able to find one. You felt Bucky insert one, two, then three fingers into your sopping pussy, fucking you hard, the lewd sounds of your wet cunt being finger fucked bouncing around the room.
You groaned in disappointment when he stopped just as you felt your orgasm about to begin. Over and over he finger fucked you, loud and hard, always stopping before you could cum. When he removed his fingers, you moaned at the loss. You heard movement behind you, but were unable to turn and see what Bucky was doing.
You felt something cold and hard being inserted into your cunt, with a small flap placed right over your engorged clit. You felt the slow vibration first over your clit, tiny movements. You then felt the wand right over your favorite spongy spot inside your pussy, the vibrations stronger. You moaned in complete ecstasy, approaching the precipice once again, when you felt the vibrations stop.
Just as you were about to let out a cry, you felt an electric jolt on your G Spot. You flinched, this being a completely new sensation. It wasn’t exactly the most pleasant experience at first, but as Bucky alternated between vibrations and electric jolts, you found yourself enjoying it. Just as you would start to reach your peak, Bucky would stop the vibrations and shock you back down.
Bucky eventually turned off the wand, removing it from your pussy with a loud pop, the toy dripping with your essence. He walked in front of you, bent down to eye level, and licked every last drop of you off the toy. You couldn’t hold back the moan at this completely erotic moment, your eyes never leaving his.
Bucky walked back behind you, dropping his pants and boxer briefs along the way. You heard a grunt from Lee, turning your head just in time to see him cum all over his hand and stomach. The sight made you even more excited, and you silently chastised yourself for enjoying torment at the hands of the brothers. But they made you feel emotions and eroticism you had never before experienced, and honestly didn’t want to experience without them ever again.
Bucky proceeded to take you with his mouth, his fingers, his dick, any way he could. He bit up your thighs, the back of your neck, your arms, marking any place he pleased with bruises. His fingertips bruised your hips and legs over and over. He came multiple times, on your back, on your ass, in your cunt, never once letting you cum. He edged you for hours on end, over and over. When he was finally satisfied, you had already passed out on the table.
He released your bindings, careful of your raw ass. He smoothed more salve onto the chapped skin, wholly proud of what he had done to you. You were completely out, his cum spread all over you, and you were still quietly sobbing in your sleep. He grabbed the wipes Lee brought to him, and gently cleaned you off. He then gathered you in his arms and carried you to your bed.
He placed a gentle kiss on the crown of your head, so fucking proud of his princess. You handled everything they had thrown at you the last few days beautifully, further sealing your fate as their beloved.
Lee and Bucky walked out, closing and locking the prison once again, however they left your arms and legs unrestrained. Your next test would start tomorrow, but for now, you slept peacefully, no thoughts entering or leaving your exhausted mind.
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Your mind slowly awoke, foggy and still somewhat sleepy. You felt it before you truly understood what was happening, the orgasm ripping you from your sleepy state. You found yourself moving against your hands, three fingers fucking your self with your thumb on your clit, the other hand pulling and twisting your nipples. You came so hard, your vision blacked out, and you lost all of your senses. After two days of edging and torment, you were so sensitive, the smallest amount of friction was a catalyst leading up to the second time you ran.
You were so engrossed in your pleasure, you didn’t notice Bucky and Lee had come down the stairs until you felt your hand pulled from between your legs. Bucky reared back, slapping you hard across your cheek. Your head twisted from the force of the slap, tears falling instantly. You placed your hand over your cheek, feeling the warmth from your skin.
“This is your punishment. You aren’t allowed to cum. And now you’ve gone and ruined everything!” Bucky screamed, tightening his hold on your hair, painfully pulling while grabbing your chin and holding your face in place.
“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t even know what was happening until I woke up,” you cried, pleading your case between the two. Lee understood, but he knew better than to stand in Bucky’s way when he got like this. Lee shushed you gently, wiping away your tears.
Bucky shoved you back on your bed, slotting himself directly between your legs. He pinched your clit and slammed two fingers into you, fucking you hard and fast. You cried at the sudden intrusion, feeling the shame of having disappointed them, but also fear at what was happening. You had never seen the wild, feral Bucky you saw now, his nature completely primal.
He slapped your pussy, directly on your clit. Hard. Over and over, he slapped your cunt, hard and fast. You screamed at the sensation, never having felt this type of agony before, Your pussy and clit were so engorged and abused, you actually passed out from the pain being inflicted on you. When Lee saw that, he finally stepped in.
“That’s enough, Bucky. Buck. ENOUGH!” Lee yelled, finally pulling his brother back from the edge of madness. Lee turned his brother around, not recognizing the person in front of him. “Look at her, Buck. Look what you did to her. LOOK!” He grabbed Bucky’s chin and forced his face in your direction. You had bruises up and down your arms and legs, new ones forming from the session he just put you through. Your cunt was so red and swollen, it looked as if you had been stung by an insect.
“I don’t give one fuck, Lee! She’s not listening, she was bad and she needs to be punished. She knows the rules, she knows there are consequences for her actions,” Bucky replied, the wild look never quite leaving his face. He was flushed from the exertion of punishing you, and from how hard it made him. Seeimg you spread open, red, dripping, crying. It was right out of his fantasy.
“Fuck, Bucky. You took it way too far. There is punishment, and there is torture. You crossed that line. We want her to love us and accept her life, not fear and hate us,” Lee said, moving to your dresser and pulling out some clothes. He skipped the panties seeing as your ass and pussy were so abused, and proceeded to dress you in thickly lined leggings, and a hoodie. You were shivering, whether from fear or cold, Lee wasn't sure. He cradled your head after dressing you, protecting you from the rage boiling over in his brother at the moment.
You slowly started to regain consciousness, feeling warm and secure as you blinked your eyes. You saw Lee first, the look of concern and adoration etched in every facial feature as he gazed at you.
“I’m so sorry, sir, I was asleep, I didn’t know, please don’t punish me again,” you exclaimed, sobs wracking your entire body as you felt the pain of the last few days come rushing back. Your ass was still sore and on fire, chapped in certain areas, bruised and just starting to scab. Your pussy had never been this tender, nor had it ever suffered this amount of abuse.
“Shhh, honey. It’s okay. You’re going to be fine. It’s all over now,” Lee consoled, whispering into your ear as he held you right. “You’re going to rest and heal, and we’re going to take care of you like we promised, right Buck?” Lee turned to his brother, giving him a pointed glare as he continued to soothe and comfort you.
“No, fuck that. She thinks we’re so bad? She thinks her punishment was too harsh? Let’s show her what the fuck is actually out there, who is actually out there. Let’s show this cunt just how absolutely good she has it here!” Bucky yelled, moving to grab you by the hair.
Lee tried to block his brother, but Bucky punched him, breaking his nose. Lee fell back on the bed, dazed and bleeding. Bucky used this to his advantage, grabbing you by your hair, dragging you behind him. He took you up the stairs, pulling harder when you tripped.
“Keep crying, princess. You think this is torture? You think this is bad? Just fucking wait,” Bucky sneered as he grabbed keys off a hook hanging by the back door. You screamed in pain as Bucky pulled so hard, you felt a patch of hair tear out of your scalp. You’d never seen this look on him before, so dark and angry. You didn’t know what you’d done wrong, you just wanted to be a good girl for them.
You heard Lee stumbling up the stairs, but Bucky already had you out the back door and into the backseat of a car. You assumed it was theirs, but you’d never seen it before, and weren’t actually sure. You continued sobbing as Bucky moved to the driver’s seat. He turned the car on, throwing it into drive and peeled out onto the gravel drive towards the road. You looked behind you and saw Lee standing helplessly in the yard, watching you drive off.
You continued sobbing, so confused as to what happened. “I’m sorry, sir. Whatever I did wrong, I won’t do it again. Please, I just want to be your good girl,” you cried, trying to appease this anger.
“You may think you’re sorry now, but you’ll be truly sorry very soon,” Bucky said with a humorless chuckle. He drove another two minutes and turned right down a nameless street. He slammed on the brakes and put the car in park. He got out, opened the back door, and pulled you out.
“Good luck, princess. Hopefully you live long enough to realize just how good you have it, if you survive.” Bucky turned around getting back in the car, and drove off, leaving you sobbing in the middle of the street.
You turned around to take in your surroundings, trying to make sense of where you were. The block was empty except for two houses that seemed to be connected at the bottom, sharing a ground floor and basement.
You were about to turn around and start walking away when an ice cream truck came speeding down the street. You tried to keep your head down, unsure of the area and the people. After your last encounter with Officer Shea, you weren’t sure who was trustworthy. The ice cream truck stopped suddenly, the door sliding open. You started walking faster, almost at a jog, however you didn’t have any shoes on.
“Well, well, fuck me. What’s a pretty piece of pussy like you doing out here?”
You finally dared to look up, seeing a large man with greasy hair tied back at the nape of his neck, and glasses that seemed to be decades out of fashion.
“I’m sorry, I’m lost. I’m just going to head back the way I came,” you meekly stated, unnerved by this man. His look was predatory, and you were the prey, and it set off alarm bells and fear you’d never felt before. You turned to leave, when you felt a thick arm wrap around your waist.
“Leaving so fast, sugar? The fun is just beginning. I’m Robert, the Mr. Freezy on the truck,” he replied, sniffing your hair and licking a stripe up your cheek. You tried to pull away, completely repulsed by this man, his smell sour and strong, making bile rise in the back of your throat. You let out a frightened scream, trying to push Freezy off, but he wrapped a large hand around your throat, cutting off your oxygen. You clawed desperately at his hand, your vision starting to fade.
“Freezy, what the fuck are you doing?” you heard a voice say, filled with annoyance. You felt the grip around your neck loosen, a hot breath exhaled on your cheek.
“Shut the fuck up, Kemp. I saw her first,” Freezy replied, pulling a pack of smokes from his pocket and lighting one, never fully removing his hand from your neck, squeezing just enough to remind you of how he could snap your neck at any second.
“Now, now, Bobby. Why so temperamental? I’ve let you have the last three before I even fully finished removing all of the meat from them. The least you can do is let me have a peek,” Steve Kemp said, voice full of amusement, eyes full of nothing.
Your eyes opened as wide as possible, fully taking in what Kemp had just said about removing the meat, sharing with Freezy. How were you going to survive this? You tried clawing at Freezy’s fingers again, with little success in freeing yourself.
“Yeah, yeah Kemp. And before that, I gave you mine after fucking them. I didn’t even kill them, letting you have all the fun you fucking psycho. This sweet little sugar is mine,” Freezy said, licking up your neck, his hot and disgusting breath filling your nostrils. You started crying silently, realizing you just wanted to go home and be with the brothers.
Kemp walked up to you, the look on his face even more frightening than Freezy. He wasn’t bad looking at all, almost reminding you of a cross between Bucky and Lee, but he wasn’t your men. Kemp walked around you, feeling your thighs, your ass, your biceps, as if trying to find the meatiest spot. His gaze, while also predatory, was filled with hunger, not sexual, just hungry.
“She’s perfect, Bobby. Let’s get her inside, and we can take turns. You can fuck her, and then I’ll remove one part. We can take our time with this one, she seems like fun,” Kemp said, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips, biting the bottom one hard enough to take a chunk out of it.
You watched Kemp slowly chew the piece of your lip he’d just taken, disgusted at the pleasure on his face. Freezy leaned in, licking all of the blood up from your wound, groaning in ecstasy at the metallic taste. You cried out in pain and fear, not quite believing what was happening around you.
“Get your fucking filthy hands off my woman,” you heard, relief flooding every cell of your body. You looked over to see Lee, a gun pointed at Kemp’s head, his eyes deadly calm. You cried out, reaching for him.
“Calm your balls, Bodecker. We didn’t know she was yours. You really shouldn’t let her wander alone out here,” Freezy said, taking one last smell of your hair before releasing you. You ran over to Lee, letting him place you behind his back, never taking his eyes or gun off the two men.
“Are you okay, honey?” he asked his soft and laced with nothing but concern. You tried to reply that you were, but all that came out was a gasp of pain at the wound on your lip. Hearing the gasp, Lee’s voice turned deadly.
“I should kill you right now for hurting her,” he said, anger slowly seeping into each syllable.
“Oh, come on Lee. We didn’t know she was yours. You know we’d never touch anyone that belonged to you,” Kemp said, trying to keep his tone light, but you could hear the apprehension in his voice.
“Fucking hell, Lee. Keep a tighter leash on your bitch next time,” Freezy snapped, dropping his smoke to the ground and putting it out with his boot. Kemp rolled his eyes at the blatant disrespect aimed at Lee, and apologized for both of their actions.
“You ever touch her, even look at her again, and I will remove your eyes with a fucking melon baller and shove them up your ass,” Lee replied. “Now get the fuck out of my face you fucking shitbags,” Lee retorted. He waited until they had entered the house before turning to inspect you. You allowed yourself to fall against him, all of the pain and fear exiting your body through your tears.
“Shhh, honey, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” Lee comforted, rubbing your back up and down and kissing you softly all over the top of your head. You knew at that moment that everything had shifted. Lee did have you, and you were his. That was the last time you ran, running straight into Lee’s arms and finally accepting your new reality.
Summary: You just turned 18, your momma’s away & Lee’s got his eyes (and cock) set on you.
AN: Greed 02, for @theoracleofsin event Summer of Sin: “There is no such thing as 'enough' when it comes to what I want."
AN2: Divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics
🚨WARNING🚨DDDNE (Dead Dove Do Not Eat) The following work deals with a large age gap (reader just turned 18, Lee is in his 40s) as well as dubious consent (non-con if you squint).
The author also trusts that you know your own triggers before you proceed. PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY.
🚩Content Warning🚩 language, dubcon/noncon, stepcest/fauxcest, sexual relations between step-dad & step-daughter, including but not limited to: kissing, fingering, groping, p in v sex, loss of virginity, virginity slang, Lee being crude and lewd, creampie, blood play (very minor), rough sex, mirror sex, underage drinking.
You peered over your sunglasses as the squad car pulled up to the house. It was hotter than Satan’s cat; it must’ve been 90° alone in the shade.
Sheriff Lee Bodecker - your step daddy - pulled into the driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires. You were laying on a faded lawn chair, enjoying the sun and heat in your little bikini top and cutoffs.
It’s your birthday. Eighteen today—finally legal, finally an adult. Your mama’s gone for the week, visiting your aunt in Chillicothe, leaving you alone in this creaky old house with your step-daddy.
Sheriff Lee Bodecker.
He’d been eyeing you like forbidden fruit since the day he moved in, his uniform always crisp, that drawl dripping with something darker than authority. He wasn’t exactly shy about his wandering eye and you didn’t understand how your mama put up with it.
“Happy birthday sugar,” Lee drawls as he climbs out of the car. His eyes rake over your tiny sleep shorts, tits in your bikini top, hair tousled. There was no escaping that hungry stare. “C’mere and let your step-daddy give you a birthday hug.”
He’s on you in two strides, big hands pulling you up. He grips your waist, pulling you flush against him. The heat of his belly, the badge on his chest is cool through the fabric, a stark reminder of who he is—the law in this town, and right now, the law wants you.
“C’mon honey, let’s go inside so we can celebrate proper. Stopped at the store on the way home and picked you up a little cake. Thought we could share with some beers.”
Your brow arched. “I’m 18, not 21.”
“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t sugar,” Lee winked with a lascivious grin.
Twenty minutes later, you’re on your second beer as you take the plates to the sink. As you turn, you see Lee run his finger through the thick buttercream before sucking it off. “Mmm, so sweet,” he murmurs. “But my sweet tooth wonders if there’s something sweeter…”
You pick up on the double entendre immediately. “Lee…”
He’s in front of you now, his large arms caging you in at the sink.
“Lee…” you repeat again, your voice low and warning.
Lee paid no mind. “Party’s just getting started sweetheart. Been patient long enough.” His mouth crashes down on yours, demanding, tongue sweeping in like he owns every inch. You push half-heartedly at his shoulders, a soft moan slipping out. Lee just chuckles against your lips, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb teasing the nipple until it pebbles.
“Turned eighteen. My good girl now. Time to give your step-daddy what he’s been cravin’.” He tugs you effortlessly into the room adjacent to the kitchen - your room.
Fingers hook into your shorts, yanking them down with your bathing suit bottoms in one tug. You gasp as cool air hits your exposed skin, thighs pressing together instinctively. But Lee’s knee wedges between them, spreading you open. His fingers find your slick folds, circling your clit with practiced strokes that make your knees buckle.
“Lee, I—I’m not sure about this…” Your voice trembles, body caught between shame and the building heat. Heat pools low as he kisses down your neck, sucking marks that’ll bruise tomorrow. “This is wrong. I can’t— I’ve never…”
“How can it be wrong when wrong feels too damn good, don’t it?” He spins you to face the mirror, forcing you to watch. His hand is in between your legs, two thick fingers pushing inside. The stretch burns sweet, drawing a whimper from you as he pumps slow and deep. “Look at yourself. Soakin’ for your stepdaddy already.”
He frees his cock, thick, veined, flushed dark, and rubs the head along your slit. “There is no such thing as ‘enough’ when it comes to what I want.” The words rumble against your ear as he notches at your entrance and thrusts in, not giving you time to adjust. You cry out at the fullness, tears stinging your eyes, but he holds you steady, one arm banded across your chest, the other working your clit. “Fuck, so tight. Look at the sweet cunt. She’s takin’ me so pretty.”
Pain fades into overwhelming pleasure as he bottoms out, hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm. The mirror fogs with your panting breaths. His groans mix with your moans—surrender as your body betrays you, hips rocking back to meet him. “That’s it, baby girl. Let stepdaddy ruin this pussy.”
He fucks you harder, hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds, claiming you completely until you’re clenching around him, coming with a shattered gasp.
He buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, cock pulsing hard as he unloads. Thick, hot ropes of cum flood your pussy, so much it immediately starts pushing out around his shaft, creamy and messy, dripping down. He keeps grinding deep through it, fucking his load even further into you.
“Atta girl… milk every drop. That’s my good fuckin’ girl.”
He stays buried inside you for a long moment, panting, then slowly pulls out just to watch the creamy mess spill out of your wrecked hole.
His eyes widen at the red streaks mixed with his load. “Would you look at that,” he replies in wonder. “Popped my girl’s cherry.”
He smears the now pink mixture of your blood and his cum up over your clit with his thumb, teasing. He leans down to kiss the back of your neck all
