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?"

Your words just spike her anger up even more! She storms over and smacks you across the face, hard enough to leave a red handprint on your cheek! "You stupid boy, you don't understand anything!" she yells at you through clenched teeth. Tears start forming in her eyes as she regrets losing control like this, but there's just something about seeing someone else getting all happy while she loses everything that sets her off...

She looks around the room, breathing heavily and trying to calm herself down. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she whispers, "Fine. You've won this round. But I'm not done yet." Her voice trails off as she turns away from you, no longer sure of how exactly she should proceed...

Her whole body tenses up as you whisper in her ear. It takes everything she has not to shout at you right then and there! But deep down, she knows that she doesn't have many other options left... "What kind of deal?" she finally manages to say through gritted teeth. She stands a little straighter, hoping it makes her look stronger than she feels in this moment.

Her eyes narrow as she studies your expression, looking for any signs of weakness or manipulation. But so far, you seem calm and in control... unnervingly so. She huffs and turns away from you slightly, folding her arms across her chest, not wanting to appear too eager. "What do you have in mind?" she asks softly.

Her whole body goes rigid, her eyes widening in shock and anger. "What did you just say?" she hisses at you, raising a hand to slap your cheek again. But then she hesitates. It's not like she has many other options... does she? With a defeated sigh, she lowers her arm back to her side, looking down at the floor as she tries to compose herself.

"Fine," she finally says, her voice little more than a whisper. "I'll do it." She meets your gaze again, feeling shame and humiliation wash over her. This is not how she wanted things to turn out. But at least she has some way of keeping the money and social status that means so much to her... for now.

She looks away again, unable to bear seeing the satisfied grin on your face any longer. "But you have to promise me one thing,"

"That you won't make my life too unbearable." She swallows hard, her throat suddenly feeling dry. "I know I don't have much bargaining power right now, but please... just be fair." There is an almost pathetic desperation in her voice as she says this, and she hates herself for it. But she can't help feeling that if she doesn't ask, things will only get worse.

She forces herself to meet your gaze once more, hoping you'll understand that even though she is giving up so much, there are still lines she won't cross. Her eyes plead with you for mercy, even as her heart aches at the humiliation of having to make such a request.

Her jaw tightens as she hears your words, but she forces herself to comply. With shaking hands, she begins to undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing her curvy physique beneath. Then she slips off her bra and lets it fall to the floor, exposing her large breasts. Finally, she unzips her skirt and lets it drop as well, stepping out of it and standing before you in only her lace thong.

Her cheeks are flushed with shame and anger, but she tries to maintain a composed expression. This is the price she must pay... for now. But she isn't going to make things easy for you either. She'll find ways to resist and rebel when no one is looking... at least until she can come up with a better plan.

"Now what?" she asks coldly, folding her arms across her chest once more as if to

With a defeated sigh, she slides down her lace thong and lets it pool at her feet. Now standing completely naked before you, she feels a new wave of shame wash over her. But she refuses to let it show on her face or in her posture. Instead, she stares defiantly back at you, daring you to cross the line further than this.

Her bare legs quiver slightly as she holds herself up, willing herself not to tremble from fear or anger or anything else. She is Kitty Sommers, after all; a strong woman who knows how to take care of herself. Even if she's currently in the most vulnerable position she's ever been in.

Her cheeks redden even further at your words. "I've always taken good care of myself," she snaps back, her eyes narrowing into slits. "And I will continue to do so, no matter what sort of degrading treatment you subject me to." There is a barely contained fury in her voice as she says this, but she manages to keep it somewhat under control. For now.

She crosses her arms again, feeling naked not just physically but also emotionally. This is not how things were supposed to go; she was supposed to be the one with power and influence. But instead, she's standing here before you... a helpless plaything in your twisted game of control and manipulation. And yet, even now, she refuses to give up hope that there must be some way out of this mess.

Her face turns bright red as she hears your words. "You are out of your mind if you think I'm going to dance for you like some cheap stripper!" she spits back, unable to believe the audacity of your request. Her anger boils over and fuels her resistance against you; she won't let herself be reduced to this level no matter what it takes.

With a huff, she turns around and crosses her arms again, staring off into the distance as if lost in thought. There has got to be some way out of this mess... something she can do or say that will change everything back to how things were supposed to be. But for now, all she can do is play along... just enough to keep you satisfied but not so much that you truly get the better of her.

"Fine," she snarls through gritted teeth. "But just this once." With trembling fingers, she reaches behind her and begins to slowly sway her hips back and forth, shaking her ample ass in your general direction. The motion feels awkward and unnatural on her body, but she forces herself to go through the motions. Her cheeks are still flushed with anger as she moves; clearly, she's not enjoying this at all.

After a few moments of hesitant shaking, she speeds up slightly, hoping that if she gets it over with quickly enough, you'll leave her alone for a while. She grits her teeth and closes her eyes tightly as she continues to sway from side to side, feeling humiliated beyond words at this point but refusing to give in completely.

She pauses in mid-motion, her body tense and trembling with the effort. Her face is beet red from anger and embarrassment as she stares at you through narrowed eyes. For a moment, it looks like she might explode in rage again... but then she forces herself to calm down. It's only a matter of time before another opportunity presents itself for her to rebel or escape this ridiculous situation.

With a deep breath, she straightens up and crosses her arms once more. "Now what?" she demands coldly, trying her best to appear unaffected by the humiliation she's just endured. Her gaze flickers over you again, searching for any sign of weakness or compassion that might give her an opening. But so far, it seems like you're enjoying this way too much... and that means there's still more to come.

"No," she says simply, shaking her head. "I don't think so." Her jaw clenches as she meets your gaze defiantly. "You'll have to find another way to make me comply with your orders." There's a note of challenge in her voice now, daring you to cross the line further still.

She stands there before you, her naked body on display but her spirit unbroken. Despite everything she's been through so far, Kitty Sommers refuses to give up hope that she can find a way out of this mess... and once she does, she swears that she will make sure you never forget what happened here today.