Good Friends, Good Food.

Disclaimer: This story is mine and no money was made from it's writing. These people exist only in my twisted mind any resemblance to anyone living dead(yadda, yadda) is unintentional and totally my bad.

Extra Disclaimer: Murder, rape, torture, etc, NOT okay. This story is fiction which means NOT REAL. Nobody deserves what happens to the Sinclairs, a fictional family, to happen to them…EVER!

A/N: Again, thanks to all who have reveiwed, I enjoy readin’ them Please continue. Even if you hate it and want Curtis to rot in hell let me know.

I gave a pull on the cuffs, just to make sure they were tight on Mel’s wrists. She whimpered, which I assumed was more to do with the heat of the water, than the tightness of the cuffs. Picking up the body wash and a body sponge I slowly began washing Melody’s front, paying special attention to her small but pert breasts, her toned stomach, and between crotch. I aimed the water at her face and washed off my cum. I spun her around and washed her back. As I washed her neck, her shoulders, the curve of the small of her back, her full childbering hips, her shapely ass, and her long legs, I began to get excited. I finished with her quickly, then forced her back onto her knees, and again, my cock dissapeared in her beautiful mouth, while I washed up. Lastly, I washed her hair as she stayed on her knees. I didn’t explode inside her mouth, so I stood her up and, gently, helped her out of the shower stall. I combed her lucious dark hair, pulling it into a ponytail. A few mintes later, we both stepped out of the restroom. I was wearing a pair of black jeans, a T-shirt and a black hoodie. Her wrists were bound behind her back with zip-ties, aand blue ball-gag was shoved into her mouth. She wore a leash attached to a dog collar with her name on it. The personalized dog collar had cost me a lot of money, but seeing her wear it was well worth it. We descended the stairs into the sub-basement. I led her to the chair instead of the table, but instead of forcing her to sit, I bent her over the arm of the chair.
“Stay here,” I whispered softly into her hair. “If you’re a good girl, you’ll get to eat,” I said as I turned and took my place behind her. She must’ve thought I was going to give her an ass reaming because, her ass twitched as she clenched her cheeks, involuntarily, as if that would keep me out. She looked at me over her shoulder. I took in a moment to drink in her fear, pain, confusion, misery and pleading in her beautiful brown eyes.
“Eyes front bitch!” I harshly demanded. I would’ve preferred to stare into her beautiful pain filled eyes, but I didn’t want her to know I was doing. I drew my hand back.
“SLAP!!” The sound of my hand connecting with her ass, seemed to hang in the room for a moment.
“MMMPPPHHH!!” Her scream, though muffled by the ball-gag, was erotic and my cock reacted. I continued to spank her for several minutes, her screams becoming yelps through her sobbing. Shortly her ass was red and my hand, stinging. So, I switched hands, and continued the assault. When I grew tired, and Melody’s crying had dissolved into shuddering sobs, I stepped back and admired her humiliation and degradation. I would have to do this again before the end. It was only four days into Mark’s 15 day absence which meant I had plenty of time left to play with his wife, and I had many ‘games’ with which the two of us to play. I retreived the riding crop and turned to face Melody again. I smiled at the red mass on her ass. I stepped forward and was prepared to swat her when a humiliating thought hit me. Grabbing her ponytail, I hauled her head up and removed the ball gag. Before she could even breathe, I forced her head down intil the plastic phallus was bumping against her lips. Sighing with resignation, she opened her mouth and swallowed it whole. With a thrill of excitement, I stepped into place and readied the crop. As I lifted my arm, the phone rang.
“’Excuse me babe,” I said, I gotta’ get that. Don’t you dare stop sucking that,” I warned as I headed toward the steps that led into the basement. I reached it the same time my Voice-mail picked up.
“Hello?
“Oh god Curtis, it’s Mark.” I could tell he was near tears.
“Hey buddy, ‘sup?”
“I can’t get hold of Melody, nobody knows where she is. Did she make it home after she dropped me off the other day?”
“Yeah she did, but she went out after that. She said she was going out for a while, and after that I don’t know what happened to her. She never came back.”
“Oh god, what could have happened to her?” he began to sob.
“Mark, I’m sorry. Uhhh, your daughter’s calling me, I gotta’ go. They’ll find her. I gotta’ go.”
“Bye Curis,” he said trying to stop sobbing.
“Bye Mark,” I said and hung up. I made my way back into the sub-basement. She was still sucking the plastic cock.
“Mark says ‘hi’,” I said smiling to myself. Her head seemed to drop lower. I took my place behind her. “Now, where where we? Ahh yes.” I raised my arm to strike. As I did so I could only imagine how the scene could look. Bent at the waist, sucking on a plastic cock, while I thrashed the wonderfully shapely ass of the very lovely Mrs. Melody Sinclair.