Lila stood just outside the master bedroom door, her back pressed against the cool wall of the hallway. Her hands were shaking as she held her phone up, the camera already recording through the narrow gap.
Even she hadn't expected the situation to escalate this far, but seeing the once-arrogant Mike Callahan tied to a chair like a wet chicken — completely naked, cock still hard and glistening, wrists and torso bound tightly with black duct tape — made a dark, vicious grin spread across her lips.
Finally, she thought, heart racing with excitement. Look at you now, you pathetic bastard.
Inside the luxurious master bedroom, the air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and expensive perfume. The large bed was rumpled, silk sheets tangled, and the red lace nightdress Marianne had been wearing lay discarded on the floor.
Dim golden light from the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the dark wood furniture and the two figures in the center of the room.
Fin dragged a heavy wooden chair from the corner and sat on it backwards, arms resting on the top of the backrest, his head leaning casually against it. The sleek black handgun remained steady in his right hand, pointed directly at Marianne.
"Did you know this guy trapped your daughter before you opened your legs like a hungry bitch?"
Marianne's face went deathly pale. Her eyes widened in pure horror as the words sank in.
She was still flushed and disheveled from the sex, her heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly, nipples hard from the lingering arousal. The red lace nightdress was barely covering her, one strap falling off her shoulder.
"Wha… what?" she stammered, voice cracking. "Trapped? What do you mean, Fin?"
Fin stared at her for a long second, then nodded slowly.
"So you don't know. Alright."
Marianne tried to stand up, legs shaky. "Fin, please—"
"I said sit," Fin ordered, voice ice-cold.
Marianne gritted her teeth, tears of shock and humiliation burning in her eyes, but she slowly sat back down on the edge of the bed, clutching the lace fabric over her chest.
Fin turned his attention to Mike, who was still tied to the chair, breathing heavily, his thick cock twitching visibly.
"Why did you trap Clara?"
Mike scoffed, lips curling into a defiant smirk even while bound and naked.
"Don't think you can scare me, Fin. I'm not some little bitch like you."
Fin didn't react immediately. He simply sighed, stood up, shifted the gun to his left hand, and delivered a brutal open-handed slap across Mike's face.
SLAPPP!
The sound cracked through the room like a whip. Mike's head snapped to the side, his cheek instantly turning bright red, a thin trail of saliva flying from his mouth.
"You… you bastard! You dare to slap me?!" Mike roared, eyes wide with disbelief and fury.
Fin slapped him again, harder.
SLAPPP!
Mike screamed in rage, face burning, the second red handprint blooming across his other cheek.
A third slap landed immediately.
SLAPPP!
Mike's head jerked violently, his arrogance cracking as pain and humiliation flooded his expression.
Marianne watched the entire thing, her world shattering around her. The proud, dominant woman who had ruled her husband for years now sat trembling on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face. My Clara… trapped by this bastard… and I… I was letting him fuck me… The realization hit her like a physical blow. She felt sick, humiliated, and utterly powerless.
Fin turned back to her, gun still steady.
"Next question. Did you really love your daughter… or was it all just an act?"
Marianne's eyes filled with fresh tears. Her voice broke completely as she answered, raw and desperate.
"I DO! Clara was my everything! She still is!"
Fin's expression didn't soften. He turned back to Mike.
"What was your plan after fucking Marianne? Were you going to parade her around like a trophy?"
Mike's face went slack with shock. The question hit harder than the slaps. His eyes widened as the full weight of Fin's knowledge sank in.
"You… you know about The Ark?" he whispered, voice hoarse.
Fin's smile was cold and dangerous.
"You mean that filthy website where sick people like you gather to share your cowardly acts? Yeah… I know."
Mike's mind raced in panic. How the hell does this guy know about The Ark? From the casino night he changed… someone must have revealed everything… Wait — does he know about my father, too? No, no… only Dominus knows…
Mike stayed silent, refusing to answer.
Fin didn't raise his voice. He looked at Marianne and gave a calm order.
"Slap him. Three times."
Marianne's eyes widened in fresh horror. Her hands trembled violently as she stared at Fin, then at Mike, then back at the gun.
"Fin… please… don't make me do this…"
Fin's voice was merciless.
"Three times."
Marianne stood up slowly from the edge of the bed, her legs trembling. The red lace nightdress hung loosely around her waist, doing nothing to cover her heavy, heaving breasts or the wetness still glistening between her thighs.
Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she took a shaky step toward Mike, who was still tied tightly to the wooden chair, completely naked.
She stopped right in front of him, staring down at the man who had just been fucking her moments ago.
"You…" Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper. "You really trapped my daughter?"
Mike didn't reply. He simply stared back at her with defiant, arrogant eyes, his thick cock still half-hard and glistening between his spread legs.
Marianne's hand flew before she could think.
SLAPPP!
The sound was sharp and vicious, her palm connecting hard with his already-red cheek. Mike's head snapped to the side from the force.
For a split second, there was only shocked silence.
Then Mike's face twisted with pure rage. He jerked against the duct tape binding him to the chair and roared at her.
"You bitch! Yes, I did! So what?! Don't you like it? Getting fucked by me like the desperate whore you are?!"
That was all it took.
Marianne's world was completely shattered.
A raw, guttural scream tore from her throat as the full weight of betrayal, guilt, and maternal fury crashed over her all at once.
"YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" she screamed, voice breaking into a hysterical sob. "My daughter! My baby! You used me… You used me to get to her?!"
She slapped him again, harder — SLAPPP! — her hand leaving a fresh red mark across his face.
"I let you touch me! I let you inside me! While my husband slept right there! I betrayed everything… for you?!"
Tears poured down her face uncontrollably as she completely broke down. Her body shook violently, heavy breasts bouncing with every sob. The proud, dominant woman who had ruled her marriage for years was gone — replaced by a mother in pure, devastating agony.
"You sick, disgusting piece of shit!" she screamed, voice cracking. "I thought you wanted me! I thought… I thought I was finally feeling something again! And you were using me to destroy my daughter?!"
She slapped him a third time — SLAPPP! — harder than before, her nails catching his skin and drawing thin lines of blood.
"I will kill you! I swear to God I will kill you for what you've done to my Clara!"
Marianne collapsed to her knees in front of the chair, sobbing uncontrollably, her hands clutching at her own chest as if trying to hold her broken heart together. The red lace nightdress had slipped completely off one shoulder, but she no longer cared about modesty.
She looked up at Mike with pure hatred and self-loathing, mascara running down her face in black streaks.
"How could I be so stupid… so weak… so fucking pathetic?!"
Fin sat silently in his backwards chair, gun still pointed steadily at her, watching the complete emotional collapse with cold, unreadable eyes.
Mike's lip was bleeding, a thin trail of blood running down his chin, but he still forced a bloody smirk, eyes burning with defiance as he stared up at Marianne.
"Used you? Give me a fucking break," he spat, voice rough and arrogant. "Just like you, your daughter also spread her legs willingly. I'm not some hungry wimp that needs to blackmail others to fuck them. They come willingly."
Marianne's face twisted in rage and horror.
"Don't you dare lie to me, you piece of shit!" she screamed, voice cracking. "There is no way my daughter agreed to sleep with you!"
Mike threw his head back and laughed — a cruel, mocking sound that echoed through the bedroom.
"Ask him," he sneered, jerking his head toward Fin. "He saw it like a cuck. Just stood there pathetically… haha… while I fucked her brains out."
Marianne turned toward Fin, eyes wide with desperate hope and fear. Tears streamed down her face as her voice broke completely.
"Fin… is it true? No, right…? Clara won't betray you… she loves you more than anything… right? My Clara was not like me…"
Fin's grip on the gun tightened so hard his knuckles turned white. Inside, a storm of rage boiled over. He wanted nothing more than to empty the entire magazine into Mike's head. But he forced himself to stay calm, repeating silently in his mind:
I will make you live what I lived… only then will I kill you.
He breathed out slowly and looked at Marianne with cold, unreadable eyes.
"Next question. Why did you agree to engage Clara for me? Even your husband didn't agree immediately, but you did. Why?"
Marianne couldn't reply at first. Her words caught in her throat, her chest heaving with panic and shame. She stuttered, voice barely audible.
"It's… it's because you love her…"
Fin smiled — cold, cruel, and knowing. He remembered a quote his mother had once told him: There is never any way to make a woman tell the truth… but it doesn't mean you can't tell if she's lying.
"You're lying," he declared flatly.
Marianne's face paled even more, her eyes filling with fresh terror.
"Wha… what…?"
Fin stood up slowly from the chair, his presence suddenly towering and menacing. The gun remained steady in his hand.
"Stand."
Marianne wanted to refuse. Every instinct screamed at her to stay seated, to fight back, to scream for help. But the cold authority in Fin's voice and the gun pointed at her left no room for defiance. She stood up nervously, legs shaking, the red lace nightdress barely covering her body.
Fin stepped closer, voice low and commanding.
"Bend over the bed."
Marianne's breath hitched sharply. Her eyes widened in fresh humiliation and disbelief. The proud, dominant woman who had ruled her marriage for years now stood trembling in front of her future son-in-law, forced into this degrading position.
Tears poured down her face as she slowly bent forward, placing her hands on the silk sheets, her thick ass lifting back toward him. The red lace nightdress rode up completely, fully exposing her round, still-reddened ass and her dripping pussy.
Her body shook with shame, her heavy breasts hanging and swaying beneath her as she obeyed.
Fin's cold gaze moved from Marianne's bent-over form to the items scattered on the floor and nightstand. Without lowering the gun, he reached down and picked up Mike's thick black leather belt from the carpet.
He folded it in half with a deliberate snap, the leather making a threatening sound.
Marianne's body tensed visibly, her thick ass still raised and trembling as she gripped the silk sheets.
Fin's voice was low and commanding.
"You will count each one out loud."
He brought the folded belt down hard across her bare ass.
CRACK!
Marianne cried out sharply, her body jerking forward. A bright red stripe appeared instantly across both cheeks.
"Hnnng!! One…!" she gasped, voice breaking.
Fin didn't give her time to recover. He picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush from the nightstand with his other hand and brought it down with a loud, solid THWACK!
Marianne's knees buckled slightly.
"Ahh! Two…!"
Her ass was already turning a deep, angry red. Tears streamed down her face as the humiliation and pain mixed.
Mike watched from the chair, his face burning with rage and disbelief, but he stayed silent, knowing any word would only make it worse.
Fin's expression remained cold and resolute as he alternated between the belt and the hairbrush, each impact echoing through the room with sharp CRACKs and heavy THWACKs.
Marianne's broken sobs and counting filled the air as she remained bent over the bed, completely exposed and at Fin's mercy.
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