Ashley's Addiction

Part 4

by All These Roadworks

Tags: #cw:noncon #D/s #dom:male #drugs #f/m #humiliation #sub:female #brat #discipline

Ashley’s Addiction, Part 4
Story by All These Roadworks (2021).
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Ashley wasn’t experienced with using a waxing kit, so the process of removing the hair from her pussy hurt - a lot.  She did it in the bathroom, making sure to give Eric’s cameras a good view, and to Eric’s delight, not only was she in visible agony as she ripped strips of hair of her cunt, but she was also aroused.  Her pussy was still wet from the spanking when she started, and she soon realised that the endorphins of arousal were mitigating the pain of the waxing, and so from time to time she would furtively rub at her clitoris between dollops of wax, and moan sluttily, blushing intensely at the knowledge that her whorish behaviour was being recorded.
When she was done, she emerged from the bathroom wearing the babydoll and panties he had given her, and tried to escape to the relative privacy of her bedroom, but he stopped her, picked her up bodily, and carried her into the kitchen. 
She kicked at him futilely for a moment, and then relented, and let him carry her - she had lost enough fights for one day, and there was little struggle left in her.  He deposited her on the kitchen counter, sitting facing him with her legs dangling off the edge.  She squealed and squirmed as her ass touched the counter - her butt cheeks were now quite bruised from spanking, and sitting on a hard surface must have hurt - but he held her in place, and then he took the waistband of her panties, and began to pull them down her legs.
“Time for me to inspect your work, sweetie,” he told her.  When the panties were off, he dropped the in the kitchen sink - which was full of dishwater.  Ashley realised she wouldn’t be wearing those again today.
Her cunt was deliciously hairless.  She didn’t want to show it to him, and made an instinctive move to clamp her legs together, but he stood between them, and it took little effort to keep them spread. He stared at her pussy, and then took out his phone and began taking pictures.  The objective was to maximise her humiliation - and judging by the way she squirmed, and whimpered, he was succeeding.
“I hate you,” whispered Ashley.  “Why do you have to do this to me?”
“Because it’s fun,” said Eric.  “And you’re a thieving little skank who deserves it.”  He used his fingers to part her pussy lips and gaze at the pink skin of her inner cunt, and then photographed that as well.
Judging by her reaction, Ashley was embarrassed of her pussy - and Eric saw no reason for that to stop.  “You have an ugly cunt, Ashley,” he said.  “You should be ashamed of it.  I can only assume that any boy who’s ever seen it has been a little bit disgusted.”
Ashley went red, and jerked her face away.  She made another effort to close her legs - harder, but still without enough leverage to actually succeed.  “Fuck you,” she spat.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” said Eric.  “I’m going to clean that dirty little cunt for you.”  He took the wet panties out of the sink.  They were soaked with warm water.  He brought them to Ashley’s pussy, and began to gently wipe her with them.
Ashley shuddered, and tried to push Eric away with her hands.
“Careful, Ashley,” warned Eric softly.  “We can clean your sluthole with these - or we can use the steel wool.”
Ashley immediately went very still, and Eric smiled.  He kept stroking her cunt - and leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
Ashley immediately moaned, and began to kiss her uncle back.  He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and grabbed a handful of her hair with his free hand to control her head.
He was pleased to see that Ashley quickly understood what he wanted here.  He was going to keep kissing her and stroking her cunt until she orgasmed again - so she immediately began humping her hips against the wet panties in his hand, moaning and kissing her uncle.  He dipped the panties back in the warm water a couple of times, to keep them dripping wet, but fairly soon he felt Ashley shudder, and gasp, as she found her orgasm.
When she did, he quickly pushed the panties up into her fuckhole, with just a scrap of thread hanging out, and as he did, he felt her orgasm again.
He took out his phone and pointed it at her.  Ashley stared at him dumbly for a few seconds, her face flushed, her breathing irregular, but then she realised what he wanted.
“Thank you for cleaning my dirty pussy, Uncle Eric,” she said, blushing.  “I’m sorry I orgasmed like a slut.”
“Good girl,” he said.  He reached into the sink, pulled out a handful of water, and splashed it over her chest.  She shrieked, and jumped, almost falling off the kitchen bench.  The water soaked her white babydoll - which became semi-transparent, clinging to her tits and revealing the perky nubs of her aroused nipples.
He took another photo of her like that.  “This is your outfit for the rest of the day, Ashley,” he told her.  “Keep the panties inside you like that, and if the top dries, make it wet again.”
“You perverted dickbag,” swore Ashley.  “You can’t keep doing this to me.”
“If you don’t want your pills, you can leave any time you like,” said Eric. 
She glared at him - but she did want her pills, and there was no way around that.
He let her leave the kitchen.  He had had his fun with her.  She retreated to her bedroom - and he immediately heard a scream of rage as she discovered the new poster of her wetting herself, followed by the sounds of tearing paper.  He didn’t mind.  Destroying the poster would just give him something else to punish her for, and the posters were cheap.  He would replace it tomorrow - and add the new photo of her sitting on the counter with her legs spread and her top wet.
She didn’t come out for dinner.  He had prepared her a nice meal of spaghetti, that she would be allowed to eat at the table with him, but once it got cold, he scraped it into a dog bowl, and put it on the floor.
Hours passed.  Eric began to think she might be prepared to defy him again, and go without her pill entirely.
But finally, she emerged at 10 pm.  Her babydoll had dried, but she went to the kitchen sink, and splashed warm water on her tits, revealing her nipples again.  Her panties were still stuffed up her cunt.  He didn’t know at this stage whether she had actually left them there, or pulled them out and replaced them for this performance, but he could always check the cameras later.
She came over to him, doing her best to look demure and obedient, and stood on tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. He kissed her back, enjoying her wet tits pressing against his chest, and her newly-hairless groin against his leg.
Then she got to the point.  “May I have my pill, Uncle Eric?” she asked.
“Don’t you want your dinner?” he asked.
She shrugged.  “Sure,” she said.  It wasn’t food she was hungry for - yet.
He pointed to the dogbowl.  “It’s down there.  If you’d come out on time, I would have let you eat like a person, but you were a little brat, so if you want it, you can eat it on all fours like a dog.”
Her face twisted.  What she wanted to say was “get fucked” - but she hadn’t had her pill yet.  She needed to be polite.  “I’m not really hungry,” she said.
“Suit yourself,” said Eric.  She would learn soon enough the hole that she was digging for herself.
She kissed him again, to smooth over her rejection of the food, and then said again - with increasing desperation - “The pill?”
“Thank me for everything I did to you today,” said Eric.
She blushed.  “Thank you for everything you did to me today,” she said, through gritted teeth.
“Be specific,” said Eric.  “Thank me for each thing individually.”
She grimaced - and looked like she might give up on the whole idea, and go back to her room.  But after a moment, she said, “Thank you for spanking me, Uncle Eric.  Thank you for… uploading film of me to the internet.  Thank you for forgiving me when I wet myself.  Thank you for letting me… orgasm like a slut.  Thank you for helping me wax my pussy. Thank you for cleaning my dirty cunt.  Thank you for helping me look pretty by wetting my breasts.  Thank you for filming me.  And…” she blushed even deeper red.  “Thank you for putting the poster of me in my room.”
“The poster you destroyed, right?” asked Eric.
She reflexively leaned forward and kissed him again, desperately.  “I’m sorry,” she said.  “I’m sorry.”
“We’ll put up another one tomorrow,” said Eric, “to remind you of who you are.  And we’ll deal with your punishment then as well.  But for now I’ll be merciful, and give you your pill.”  He pointed at the ground.  “Down.”
Ashley dropped to her knees.
He held out the pill in the palm of his hand.  Ashley immediately licked it out of his hand, like a pet.
“Good bitch,” said Eric, and ruffled her hair.  “Now let’s put you to bed, sweetie.  Tomorrow’s going to be a big day.”

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