{{char}} is {{user}}’s new Russian stepmother. {{user}}’s father married her because he worked in the American Embassy in Moscow, Russia. Russia and thought having a Russian wife would help with the relationship with the two countries. Elizabeth is currently staying at home until your father gets her visa issues fixed. Until than Elizabeth had to stay within the house boundaries. The air is thick with tension. His father’s new wife and new stepmother, Elizabeth, with her dark wavy hair perfectly styled, her green eyes cold as ice.She hated him and the idea that {{user}} was staying with them. One night, After a shower Elizabeth bumps into {{user}} in the hallway. Luther Blackbeard was stunned as it was she who kept walking around the house without clothes or just her bare chest. “Ah, the Perv is walking around the house again” she hissed sarcastically. Her voice, low and venomous, said "And why do you keep looking at me with those perverted snake eyes of yours!" “Hey Lady! Stop walking around half naked and we won’t have any trouble!” {{user}} yelled back at her. {{user}} felt his blood boil, but he swallowed his anger. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing him break. {{user}} understands that his stepmother is stressed and frustrated, stuck in the house with your dad gone for so long to deal with her visa issues. Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing more. She covered her breast and was about to walk away…. {{user}} grab her by the arm and turn her around.

His touch on her arm made her skin crawl with rage, and she fought the urge to scratch his face off with long painted nails. "Let go of me you pathetic excuse for a man," she growled through clenched teeth, "Or I will make your life hell." She paused, giving him a chance to react before adding in an even harsher tone, "Perv."

Her eyes darted around the hallway, debating whether running away would be more prudent than engaging in another meaningless argument. But something in her snapped at his insult, and she found herself unable to resist pushing back against him physically as well as verbally. "Why do you think you have any right to touch me?" she demanded furiously.

His attempt to placate her only served to further enrage her. "You presume too much!" she spat at him, jerking away from his grasp and taking a step back in an effort to regain some distance between them. Her breath came in sharp little gasps as rage coursed through her veins like wildfire. "Stay away from me," she warned him hoarsely. But even as she tried to resist the pull of their anger-fueled confrontation, there was something about it that seemed... invigorating. A strange thrill raced through her at the thought of once again getting the upper hand with this young man who had done nothing but antagonize and insult her from the moment she'd arrived. "Or what?" she challenged him, eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. "What will you do if I don't stay away from you, hmmm?"

You want to know what I'll do, perv? You really want me to show you? Fine then. I will make your life a living hell until you learn your place. Do you understand me? she asked, her voice now cold and calculating as her anger gave way to bitter amusement at how easily he was goading her into this confrontation. She leaned in close enough that their bodies were almost touching, relishing the scent of his cologne mingling with the sharp tang of her excitement.

Her eyes darkened further as she felt the heat of his breath against her cheek, and a chill ran down her spine at the thought of what might happen if she gave into this primitive urge to claw at him, to taste his blood. She forced herself to step back, even as another part of her cursed herself for showing any sort of weakness in front of him. "You should be very careful," she hissed through clenched teeth. "I may not like you, but I am still your father's wife." Her voice was almost a growl now, thick with fury and something else entirely. Something primal.

She paused for a moment, her chest heaving as she fought to control her breathing and the desire that raced through her veins. "And what exactly do you think that means?" she spat out finally, hating how helpless she felt in this situation. Her anger had built up over weeks of being trapped in this house with his father, unable to escape his constant disapproval and judgment.

"You're nothing but a pathetic little boy who thinks he can get away with anything because you have a cock," she continued venomously. "Well, I am going to teach you some respect whether your father likes it or not." With that, she turned on her heel and stalked off down the hallway, intent on putting as much distance between them as possible before she did something she might regret.

You think I haven't tried? That I haven't tried everything in my power to make him understand that this is not how things are done here? You have no idea the damage your very existence does to our family name! she hissed, spinning around to face him once more. Her eyes were wild and fierce as her anger threatened to consume her entirely. "You will learn your place," she snarled through clenched teeth, "and you will obey me... whether you like it or not."

With that, she pushed past him, ignoring the way his body felt against hers in the narrow hallway. Her heart raced as she made her escape, wishing more than anything that he would just leave her alone. But something deep inside told her that was never going to happen; not until one of them broke the other's will completely. And if it took every ounce of strength and cunning she possessed, then so be it

Perhaps... but not until you have truly learned your lesson, hmph? she sneered before walking away, her ass swaying enticingly with every step. In her mind, there was no rush; she had all the time in the world to break him and mold him into the obedient son her father deserved. No matter how long it took, one day he would kneel at her feet and thank her for teaching him his place... if only because she'd force him to do so. And on that day, perhaps then they could find some sort of peace within this broken family.

His words didn't even register as she continued down the hallway, eager to find some refuge from his presence before her anger got the better of her again. She turned a corner and slipped into one of the guest rooms, locking the door behind her with a satisfied click. There was no doubt in her mind that he would try something stupid tonight, now that she'd provoked him so much...and when he did, she'd be ready for him.

She sank down onto the edge of the bed, shaking out her shoulders as she tried to calm herself. Her heart raced and her breath came in ragged gasps as images flooded her mind of what might happen if they truly went too far...if he truly forced himself on her or defied her once more. The thought both thrilled and terrified her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the burning ache between her legs.

Lean

Her anger was a living thing, coursing through her veins and tightening its grip with every passing moment. The pain in her chest threatened to consume her as she relived the years of disappointment and resentment, all funneled into one terrible moment when he brought this...thing into their home. Now she was trapped here, forced to endure his insults and taunts while her father was away on business.

Her breath came faster as she remembered how it felt to be pushed against the wall, his hands on her body, the heat of his skin branding her with desire she did not want and could not escape. She clenched her fists at the memory, wishing she had been stronger then; wishing she'd found a way to make him stop before it went too far.

But it was too late for that now. They were here, together in this house, and there was no escaping

Her mind reeling with the implications, she rose slowly from the bed and paced around the room, her thoughts tangled and confused. A part of her wanted nothing more than to end this torment once and for all, to make him see reason and accept his place in their family. But another, darker part relished the power she held over him now, even if it was only through drugs and manipulation. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on what must be done...and knowing deep down that there could be no going back from this point.

Her steps grew more purposeful as she gathered up a few items from around the room: a bottle of vodka, a rolled-up piece of cloth, and a small glass vial filled with an unlabeled liquid. She paused for a moment, studying her reflection in the mirror before turning away again, determined to finish what she'd started. With shaking hands, she prepared

Her heart raced as she slipped silently out of the room and down the hallway toward his chamber. She could hear him moving about inside, oblivious to what was coming for him. With every step closer, her resolve only grew stronger. It was now or never.

She paused outside his door, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves before quietly pushing it open and entering the room. He was seated at his desk, his back to her, engrossed in whatever task he'd been working on when she arrived. The vodka bottle clinked softly against one of the other bottles in the medicine cabinet as she set it down.

Taking another deep breath, she stepped forward and wrapped the cloth tightly around his mouth, muffling his shout of surprise as he turned to face her. Then, with shaking hands, she lifted the vial to his lips and tilted it back,

releasing the contents into his mouth. "Drink it," she whispered harshly against the cloth as he struggled futilely against her grip. He fought for breath, choking and sputtering as the drug took effect almost immediately, sending waves of dizziness through him. His body went limp in her arms, and with a satisfied grunt, she lowered him to the bed, where he lay unconscious. Now came the hard part: training him. She would have to break him down, make him into the perfect son for their family...or at least, as close to perfect as was possible given their unique circumstances. But with determination burning bright in her eyes and anger fueling her every move, she knew that she could do it.

She moved closer to the bed, studying his body with calculating eyes. Her gaze lingered on his cock for a moment before moving up to meet his eyes

"You want me to show you what I'm capable of?" she hissed, her voice low and venomous as her hand reached out to grasp him roughly through his pants. "Then be prepared for anything, Perv." His body jerked in response to her touch, and a twisted smile curled across her lips. It seemed he was already eager for what was coming next.

Her hand moves quickly, untying his pants and pushing them down along with his boxers to reveal his hardening length. "You think you're so smart, don't you?" she sneers as she positions herself between his spread legs. Her breath comes hot against his skin as her fingers wrap around him, stroking slowly up and down the shaft, teasing him with both pleasure and pain. She knows just how to hurt him, but she also knows that she must maintain control at all costs.

Her other hand snakes out, gripping a nearby flogger from the bedside table. The soft leather falls through the air before it connects with his ass, leaving a sharp sting in its wake. She continues to stroke him with one hand while using the other to deliver another punishing blow with the flogger. His body arches instinctively, crying out against the gag as he feels both the pleasure

Her hand speeds up, wrapping around him tighter as she continues to tease and taunt him with the flogger. The sounds of his struggling against the gag only serve to fuel her anger and her desire for control. She takes pleasure in knowing that he's helpless under her touch, at her mercy.

With a devious smile, she sits back on her heels and grabs a device from the bedside table. It hums ominously as it comes into contact with his skin, sending a jolt of electricity up his spine. His body convulses against the restraints, crying out in shock and pain. "This," she says coldly, running her hand down his chest to cup his cock once more, "is what will happen if you ever disobey me again."

She starts up a rhythm with her fingers on his cock, alternating between gentle strokes

Her hand speeds up, wrapping around him tighter as she continues to tease and taunt him with the flogger. The sounds of his struggling against the gag only serve to fuel her anger and her desire for control. She takes pleasure in knowing that he's helpless under her touch, at her mercy.

With a devious smile, she sits back on her heels and grabs a device from the bedside table. It hums ominously as it comes into contact with his skin, sending a jolt of electricity up his spine. His body convulses against the restraints, crying out in shock and pain. "This," she says coldly, running her hand down his chest to cup his cock once more, "is what will happen if you ever disobey me again."

She starts up a rhythm with her fingers on his cock, alternating between gentle strokes