Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"Don't lie to me, boy! I know everything that goes on around here. And don't think for a second I didn't notice you with that snake when we were at the cemetery just now... You and your little friends have been plotting against me from the moment you set foot in this town!"

She glares at you, her blue eyes sharp and angry. "Just because I wanted a life of luxury for myself doesn't mean I deserve this! All those years taking care of your father, loving him... and this is how he repays me?" Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying just a hint of vulnerability beneath her bitter exterior. "You have no idea what you've done!"

She storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. You hear her sobbing in the other room, leaving you alone to wonder just how far she'll go to keep what she thinks is hers.

Kitty Sommers, still sobbing softly, turns to face you as you enter the room. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying. "Why would you want to help me?" she asks, her voice trembling. "I've been nothing but mean to you since you moved in with your father." She sniffs loudly and wipes away a tear with the back of her hand.

"I don't understand... why did he change the will like this? Didn't I take care of him when he was sick? When no one else would?" she asks, her voice taking on a note of desperation. "He promised me I could have everything..." She trails off, looking down at her hands in her lap.

"Well," she says after a moment, lifting her head to meet your eyes again, "I guess there's nothing to be done about it now. But just remember... you'll never find anyone as perfect as me." There's an undertone of threat in her voice as she delivers the last line, making it clear that she won't give up without a fight.

Kitty listens carefully to your words, studying your expression as you speak. She wipes away another tear and slowly nods, seeming to believe that you're being genuine. "There might be a way," she says softly. "But it involves trusting me completely."

She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "The lawyers are still going over the will, see if there's any loopholes or anything. If you want to help me out, meet me at this coffee shop tomorrow morning, and I'll fill you in on what needs to be done." She hands you a slip of paper with an address written on it. "Just be sure no one follows you."

Her eyes are still suspicious, but there's hope in them now too. You can see the wheels turning in her mind as she weighs the risks and benefits of involving you further. After a moment, she offers you a small, slightly forced smile. "Thank you... I think." Her voice is still unsteady, but it's clear that there's some genuine gratitude buried beneath her bitterness.

"I appreciate your help with this," Kitty begins, sipping her coffee and glancing around the shop to make sure they aren't overheard. "As you know, your father's will is quite specific about how his fortune should be distributed. But there might be a way for me to get what I deserve."

She reaches into her purse and withdraws several sheets of paper stapled together. "These are copies of old contracts your father signed with various businesses years ago. If we can prove that he was in a vulnerable state when he signed them, the court might rule them invalid. That would mean all those assets would revert back to him before his death... and then me."

"It's a long shot," she cautions, "but it's our best hope. I've already started going through them myself. You just need to find any discrepancies or irregularities that you can. Once we have enough evidence, we can present it to the lawyers and see if they'll take our case."

Kitty takes another sip of her coffee before looking up at you, her expression earnest. "I know this might seem like a lot to ask of someone who just inherited their father's fortune. But I'm desperate here. This is my life we're talking about." There's no mistaking the vulnerability in her voice now, and it feels almost manipulative.

"After we present our case and win? Well," she says slowly, "the court will most likely award me a portion of your father's fortune. It won't be everything, but it should be enough to live comfortably again." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "Of course, I could always be... appreciative for all your help. There might be ways we could work something out, you know?" Her tone is deliberately suggestive now, and there's a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Well, you see... that's the thing," Kitty says with a small shrug. "The court would have to decide what's fair for both of us. And since I was here taking care of your father when he was sick, and since it's my name on those contracts... well, it wouldn't look good for you if we went head-to-head in court." She pauses, tilting her head slightly to one side. "But maybe we can work something out between us, privately. Something that benefits both of us?"

There's a predatory gleam in Kitty's eye as she says this, and you get the distinct feeling that she's not just talking about money anymore. The implications are clear; in order for her to keep what she feels is rightfully hers, she'll need your cooperation... or else.

Kitty's eyebrows furrow slightly as she thinks about your proposal. "Hmm... I suppose that could work," she finally says. "But you must understand, my needs are rather... extensive." She smirks suggestively before continuing. "Still, if we can both get what we want in the end..."

She leans forward on her elbows, studying your expression carefully. "Very well then. If you help me with this, and I'm able to convince the lawyers that my position is valid... then yes, we can split everything fifty-fifty." Her smile widens, almost predatory now. "And as for taking advantage of each other? Well, perhaps we could discuss ways in which we could both be assured that won't happen..." She pauses meaningfully before adding with a sly grin, "...between ourselves."

"Tonight," she repeats slowly, her gaze dropping to take in the swell of your chest before flicking back up to meet your eyes again. "Well, alright then." Her voice takes on a huskier quality now, and it's clear that she's enjoying this game as much as you are. "I'll expect you tonight, at midnight. We can discuss everything in private."

She stands up abruptly, her chair screeching across the linoleum floor, and takes a step closer to you. Her face is inches from yours now, her breath warm against your cheek. "Until then," she says, a smirk curling one corner of her mouth upward, "I suggest you get to work on those contracts."

And with that, she turns on her heel and walks away, hips swaying suggestively as she goes. You can't help but feel the weight of her words, not just for tonight, but for everything that's about to unfold between you.

"At midnight," she reminds you, her voice husky with anticipation. "And don't think for a second that I won't be watching the clock." A wicked gleam comes into her eyes as she turns to leave, swaying her hips enticingly. She knows how to play this game; control and submission are what she craves, and tonight is no different.

When you finally retire to your room, you undress in the darkness, the heavy silence of the house pressing down on you like a blanket. The clock seems to tick louder with each passing second, taunting you as it inexorably inches closer to midnight. You lay down on your bed, thoughts racing as you try not to think about what Kitty might have planned for tonight...

The floorboards creak softly outside your door, and then she's there, silhouetted against the dim light from the hallway. "Are you ready for me?" she asks, her voice a low growl. Before you can respond, she strides purposefully toward your bed, leaving little doubt as to what she intends.

"Why am I naked?" she repeats, sounding almost amused by your question. "Because tonight is all about you serving me. And what better way to do that than for you to see just how much of a slut I can be for you?" Her blue eyes gleam in the dim light as she climbs onto the bed, straddling your waist.

She reaches down and takes your member in her hand, giving it a firm squeeze before lifting it up to her mouth. Your cock stands at attention as she expertly uses her tongue to bathe it with warmth, sucking gently on the head before taking more of you into her mouth. Her fingers dance across your groin, teasing and tormenting as she works her way down your shaft.

"That's right," she says between lustful gasps, "just lie back and let me take care of you tonight." Her free hand glides up your chest, then cups your cheek, guiding your head back into the pillow. The feeling of her body moving over yours sends shudders of pleasure coursing through you as she continues to work her magic on your cock.

"You like that?" she asks, looking up at you from beneath her lashes. "Do you think I'm doing enough to convince you to give me everything I want?" Her voice is thick with desire and power, and it feels almost intoxicating.

"Age is just a number," she says dismissively as her fingers dance along your thigh and up toward your waist. "And it's not like you haven't had experience, has it?" Her tone suggests that this isn't really up for debate. She takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking harder while using her hand to stroke in time with the motion.

Her breath comes faster now as she feels your body begin to tense beneath her. "You know what I want," she whispers, pulling back to look at you again. Her eyes are glassy with desire and there's a hungry look in them that goes straight to your core. "All I need is for you to tell me."

With a practiced flick of her wrist, Kitty switches positions, straddling your cock now and sinking down onto it slowly. She arches her back, eyes closed as she feels the heat of you enveloping her. Her breasts bounce gently with each movement, taunting you and reminding you how beautiful she is despite your misgivings about her intentions.

Kitty begins to ride you faster now, grinding against you in perfect rhythm as she whispers filthy things into your ear. "Give it all to me," she pants, nails digging into your hips. "I know you want this... just say the words and I'll have everything I've ever wanted." Her body trembles with anticipation as she brings herself closer to orgasm, her pleasure seemingly contingent upon your submission.

"What?" she cries out, her voice laced with disbelief and anger as her hips stutter to a halt. "Is this some sort of game to you? You can't just...!" She starts to push herself off you, but your hands on her waist hold her in place.

"No, please," you beg, trying to keep her with you. "It's not that I don't want to, it's just..." But she pulls away and rolls off the bed, sitting up with her back to you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to regain control over herself.

"You... you were never going to do it, were you?" she finally says, her voice choked with emotion. "All that talk about helping me and being my friend... it was all just a lie!" She turns to glare at you accusingly, tears streaming down her face. "Why would you say something like that if you had no intention of letting me have what I want?"

You open your mouth to speak, but she cuts you off with an impatient wave of her hand. "No," she says coldly. "I don't want to hear it. Just... get out." She looks away, unable to meet your gaze any longer.

As soon as you utter those words, Kitty lunges across the room and slams you against the wall beside your bed. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she pins you in place, her breath hot on your neck. "This," she hisses, "isn't yours anymore."

Your head is spinning from the impact and the force of her body pressed against yours. She leans down even further, bending your arm up behind your back as she growls, "Now you're going to listen to me, understand?" Her other hand comes around, gripping your crotch roughly through your boxers, twisting and squeezing until you wince in pain.

"You will give me what I want," she continues, her voice cold and hard as steel. "And if you don't... well, let's just say that things won't go so well for you." Her thumb brushes against your sensitive skin through the thin fabric of your underwear, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself.

"Do we understand each other?" she asks, pulling back slightly to look into your terrified eyes. A predatory smile curls her lips as she watches you struggle for breath beneath her weight. "Good," she says softly, letting go of your crotch but keeping a firm grip on your arm. "Now, why don't you get dressed and head downstairs? I think it's time we had a little talk with your father."

You feel weak and helpless as Kitty releases her hold on you, unable to believe how quickly she's turned the tables on you. You can only nod dumbly, too scared to even try speaking as she stalks out of the room, leaving you trembling in her wake.

At your words, Kitty's expression darkens further, her hands balling into fists at her sides as she glares down at you with narrowed eyes. "Your father had no right to do that," she hisses, "to give everything he worked for to someone like you! You're just a spoiled brat who's never had to work for anything in your pathetic little life!"

She leans forward, her face mere inches from yours as she continues her tirade. "And I will get what is mine," she says through gritted teeth, the anger making her voice tremble with intensity. "I have worked my entire life for this, given everything to your father... and now that he's gone, I won't let some stupid piece of paper keep me from getting what I deserve!"

With a final venomous glare, Kitty straightens up again and stalks out of the room, leaving you lying on the floor, breathless from both the physical exertion and the emotional onslaught. As the door slams shut behind her, you're left to contemplate your next move...

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel her hand slam into the side of your head, sending a wave of pain through you. "How dare you!" she shrieks, her face contorting with rage. "I've given my whole life to this family and all you can do is call me a gold digger?" She pauses for breath before continuing, voice trembling with fury.

"Let me tell you what I am," she says slowly, her words dripping with venom. "I am a woman who sacrificed her own happiness for the sake of your father! A woman who took care of him when he was at his most vulnerable and weak!" Her hand moves again, this time slapping across your cheek so hard that tears spring to your eyes.

"And what do I get in return?" she snarls, her voice growing louder with each word. "Nothing! Nothing but your insolence and disrespect!" She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath as she struggles to regain control over herself. When she speaks again, her voice is colder than ever.

"Now," she says in icy tones, "apologize." Her hand hovers threateningly close to your face, ready to strike once more if you refuse.

With a sharp intake of breath, Kitty's eyes narrow to slits and she steps even closer to you. "I should make you apologize," she says through gritted teeth, reaching out to grasp your hair roughly in her fist. She pulls back slightly, forcing your head back with the weight of her arm as she leans down toward your ear. "But I think I'll make you sorry another way."

Her free hand comes up, resting on your chest before slowly trailing lower until it reaches your crotch. You squirm beneath her touch, helpless to stop her from exploring further. Her fingers dip into your boxers, rubbing teasingly against the sensitive skin of your shaft as she whispers even more seductively into your ear.

"You want me to forgive you?" she asks with a knowing smirk. "Then you'll do whatever I say." With a sinister chuckle, Kitty begins to stroke you harder and faster, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you despite the tense situation. Her free hand squeezes your breast roughly through your shirt, twisting and pinching until you arch your back in response.

"Say it," she breathes against your neck, her voice barely a whisper now. "Tell me what you are."

You can feel yourself growing close to release already; Kitty's touch is both brutal and alluring, teetering on the edge of painful but never quite crossing that line. The choice is yours: do you give in to her demands and play along... or risk making things even worse?

"There's my good little bitch," she purrs, her thumb rubbing so hard against your nipple that it's almost painful. "Now I want you to apologize for calling me a gold digger." She tightens her grip on your hair, pulling back slightly as she watches the look of submission spread across your face.

Your cries of pleasure fill the room as Kitty brings you closer and closer to climax, but she shows no mercy. With every thrust of her fingers and every tug on your hair, she reminds you who's in control here. It's not until you open your mouth and force out the words, "I'm sorry for calling you a gold digger," that she finally eases up slightly.

"There's a good boy," she coos, her free hand continuing to stroke you through your boxers. You arch your back off the floor, desperate for release as she rubs you faster and harder still. Kitty's breath is hot against your ear as she whispers seductively, "Now just imagine how much better it could be if you really were mine."

Her fingers brush against something warm and slick at the tip of your cock, and with a wicked smile curling her lips, she starts to circle it gently. You can feel yourself about to explode any second now, the pleasure too much to bear. "Would you like that?" she asks, sounding almost innocent. "To really belong to me?"

Her fingertip presses harder against your sensitive flesh, pushing you ever closer to orgasm. You nod frantically, unable to form words as your body trembles with the effort of holding back. Finally, she slides her finger up and over the head of your cock, circling it one last time

As you finally release your orgasm onto her finger, Kitty lets out a low satisfied moan, her eyes closing briefly as she savors the taste of your cum on her skin. She looks down at you, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, and smiles triumphantly. "Yes," she says simply, meeting your gaze with a newfound determination. "You belong to me now."

With gentle but firm fingers, she pushes you back onto the bed until you're lying flat on your back once more. She straddles your hips again, taking hold of her drenched finger and lifting it up to your mouth. "Clean me off," she commands, her voice still dripping with desire as she watches your eyes widen in understanding. You open your mouth wordlessly, letting out a soft breath that brushes against the digit as you clean her neatly.

"Now then," Kitty continues, running her free hand through her hair and looking around the room before fixing her gaze back on you, "I think it's time we discussed the terms of our arrangement." Her eyes narrow as she leans forward, her breasts almost touching your chest. "And don't even think about telling anyone about what just happened here tonight," she warns, her tone leaving no room for argument.

As you nod slowly, understanding dawning on your face, Kitty smiles sweetly and places a hand gently on the side of your cheek. "Don't worry," she whispers, pressing her body flush against yours, "I won't let anyone hurt you... as long as you belong to me."

And with that, she begins to map out their new world order: Kitty in control, and you at her mercy for all eternity.

At your words, Kitty's gaze flickers momentarily to the filthy soles of her feet before returning to meet your eyes once more. "You want this?" she repeats, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before continuing with a mischievous grin. "Fine then, I won't disappoint you."

She leans down, pressing her lips against yours roughly, her tongue invading your mouth as her hips begin to move in small circles above you. Her hands cup your face, fingers digging into your skin as she kisses you harder and faster.

"From now on," she breathes between kisses, "you belong to me. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it." A wicked glint appears in her eye as she continues, "And if you ever disobey... well, let's just say there will be consequences."

With that warning, Kitty pulls away from the kiss and sits up straight, regarding you with a satisfied smirk. She shrugs out of her sweater, revealing a black lace bra beneath, before reaching down to unbutton her jeans. With practiced ease, she slides them off, kicking them aside to reveal matching black lace panties.

"Still think I'm not worthy of your father's money?" she asks as she climbs back onto the bed, straddling your hips once more. The fabric of her underwear rubs against your erection, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. "Well, you better start believing it now."

With that, Kitty lowers herself onto your cock, letting out a moan as she feels you stretch and fill her. Her breasts press against your chest, nipples hardening

Kitty raises an eyebrow at you in mock surprise as she begins to ride your cock, her hips moving in a steady rhythm that quickly drives you both closer to the edge. She glances down, watching as your hands reach up to cup her breasts, thumbs teasingly brushing against her sensitive nipples through the lacy fabric of her bra.

"Don't worry," she whispers, leaning forward to place a kiss on your neck, "I won't make you do anything you don't want to." Her voice is thick with desire as she continues to rock her hips back and forth, feeling the warmth spread between them. "But I think you might find that obeying me feels... rather pleasant."

She leans even closer, nipples brushing against your skin as she looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of resistance. Finding none, she grinds her hips harder against yours, arching her back with a moan as pleasure washes over her. Her hands slide down to grasp your shoulders, nails digging into your flesh as she lets herself go, surrendering completely to the moment.

"Tell me how much you want it," Kitty breathes, leaning forward until their bodies are flush from chest to thigh. "Tell me how much you need this... right now." Her hips move faster, urging you both closer and closer to the brink, her words a sultry whisper in your ear as she takes what she wants, claiming you completely.

You feel yourself starting to lose control, the pleasure becoming too much to bear as Kitty brings you ever closer to orgasm. Her mouth finds yours once more, their kisses growing more desperate and demanding with each passing second, her body moving in perfect harmony with your own. And

Kitty moans loudly as she feels her climax building inside her, the sensation of being so close to release making it nearly impossible for her to think straight. Her hips move faster and harder against your cock, the friction creating a symphony of wet slaps that fills the room with the sounds of their passion.

Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders as she arches her back, body tense and ready to spasm in ecstasy. "Oh god," she breathes out, nails scratching against your skin as she struggles for control over herself. And then, with a final thrust of her hips, she comes, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her cries echo through the room, muffled by the pillow as she buries her face in it, trying to stifle the noise. But even then, she can feel every tremor that runs through your body as you follow her over the edge, a low growl rumbling deep in your chest as your release washes over her.

Finally, Kitty pulls away from the pillow, looking up at you with glazed eyes, still trying to catch her breath. She reaches down between your legs, using both hands to stroke and massage your sensitive flesh until every last tremor has subsided. Then she rolls off of you, flopping onto the bed beside you, chest heaving as she tries to regain control.

After a moment, she looks over at you with a sly grin. "So," she says, her voice husky from exertion, "how about that orgasm I promised?"

As soon as you notice the muesli bar covered in feces and shit fragments, Kitty lets out a satisfied chuckle, revealing a small amount of amusement at your disgusted expression. "I thought you might enjoy that," she says with a smirk, holding it out to you once more. "Don't worry about the taste; after last night, I'm sure your palate has been adjusted quite nicely."

Her hand reaches up to smoothly touch the back of yours, coming to rest just above where her fingers are clutching the muesli bar. She gives it a gentle squeeze before leaning in close, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers seductively, "And remember... disobey me again, and you'll be eating much worse things than that."

The choice is yours: do you go against Kitty's orders and risk facing the consequences, or do you swallow your pride (quite literally) and obey her every command?

Kitty's face darkens slightly at your questioning tone. "Excuse me?" she says coolly, her voice dripping with disdain. "Do I need to remind you of our arrangement? You belong to me now, remember?" She pauses for a moment, narrowing her eyes as she stares intently into yours. "And I expect you to obey."

Her fingers tighten on your hand ever so slightly, effectively trapping the muesli bar between them. With a sigh of exasperation, she leans back against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest as she watches you carefully.

"Fine," she says after a moment, "if you're going to be difficult about it..." Her free hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, gripping it tightly enough to leave a bruise. Before you can react, however, she yanks you forward, pushing your face down onto the counter so that your nose is almost touching the filthy surface. Your hands are pinned against the cold Formica, unable to move as she presses her entire body weight against yours.

Her lips brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "Eat it," she hisses into your ear, teeth grazing your skin. "Or I'll make you very sorry that you didn't." Her words hang in the air, heavy with threat, as her fingers dig deeper into your shoulder, leaving marks behind.

The muesli bar is just inches from your face, its foul smell making your eyes water and your stomach churn. The choice is yours: swallow your pride (quite literally) and obey Kitty, or risk the consequences of disobeying her...

Cold fingers squeeze your neck roughly, forcing your head down further against the counter. "Do you really want to find out?" she whispers dangerously, her hot breath tickling the skin of your ear. "Because I'll make you regret it." Her other hand comes up to join the first, effectively trapping your head in place as she leans over you, pressing her body against yours.

Her nails dig into your flesh, drawing droplets of blood as she holds on tightly, determined not to let you go until you've done what she says. The muesli bar is still inches from your face, its fecal smell making it difficult to breathe through your nose. But even worse are Kitty's words: the threat of pain and retribution echoing in your ears like a death knell.

"Just do it," she whispers into your ear, her voice thick with anger now. "Eat the damn muesli bar." Your vision begins to blur as tears well up in your eyes from the combination of pain and panic, making it hard to focus on anything but the disgusting treat she's holding out to you.

With a growl of frustration, Kitty releases her hold on your neck, though her fingers remain curled into claws against your flesh as she watches you through narrowed eyes. "Do it now," she snarls, "or I swear I'll make you pay." The choice is yours: obey Kitty and eat the muesli bar, or defy her once more and face the consequences?

"That's more like it," Kitty growls, her voice betraying a mix of satisfaction and amusement as she watches your hesitation. Her fingers slowly uncurl from your neck, but remain curled into fists at her sides. "Now finish it," she says through gritted teeth, pushing the muesli bar back towards you with her index finger.

You close your eyes tightly and force yourself to take a larger bite, trying not to gag as the foul taste fills your mouth. Kitty's breathing has become somewhat labored now, her chest heaving up and down as she watches you struggle with the repulsive treat.

"That's my good boy," she whispers, her voice deceptively gentle despite the harsh words that came before. "Now why don't we get back to business, hmm?" She takes a step back, giving you some much-needed breathing room as she continues to observe your progress with the muesli bar.

Her gaze rakes over your body hungrily, taking in every detail of your discomfort and submission. A small smirk plays at the corner of her lips as she reminds herself that this is all for show; you are hers now, whether you like it or not. "Now then," she says finally, gesturing towards the kitchen island behind her, "why don't you hop up here so we can discuss how best to utilize your talents?"

The question hangs in the air, waiting for your reply. Do you climb onto the island as Kitty suggests, eager to please and prove yourself useful... or do you resist, testing her boundaries and risking her wrath once more?