Chapter 11: Nicky Returns Home
While Rick and Jan struggled to sort out their feelings about Nicky seducing Rick, Nicky was going through much of the same on her way home.
Needing to get back home, Nicky rushed out of Jan’s hospital room. She should have been home hours ago. But no, she had to get one last go with Rick that morning. Running down the hallway, all she could think about was why she was suddenly obsessed with her brother-in-law. She saw Rick come around a corner, and as soon as she saw him, she wanted to run to him. Nicky could picture herself jumping up and wrapping her arms and legs around Rick as he held her tight in his arms.
The very presence of Rick made her entire body shake, as visions of him naked flashed in her head. She felt a warm ache building between her legs that she didn’t understand. Why was she being drawn toward him so powerfully? Her mind was racing, as so many thoughts fought to be heard. A voice screamed in her head. Stop it. You only want to be with other girls. You don’t like men. Nicky knew this was true. She really did dislike men. It hadn’t always been like that. She had believed she was Bi at one time. However, that had all changed while in college.
Nicky had been so excited to be going to college after graduating from high school, just like her big sister. She was finally out on her own. Nicky was young, beautiful, and very outgoing. She always tried to look her best. She wore just enough makeup to illuminate her already soft, beautiful features. Her luscious, long blond hair was always styled with a slight curl. She loved to wear bright colors and stylish dresses or skirts. She was always dressed modestly. Nicky knew she was cute and didn’t want to flaunt it. Skirts were never mini or micro. Tops covered her body, no extra cleavage or exposed midriff. Nicky was at college to learn, not to play.
But from the very first day, boys kept approaching her throughout the day. Between classes, during lunch break, on the way back to her dorm. This went on every day that first week. She tried her best to be nice and polite. Never got short-tempered or nasty. It was exhausting. The next week, Nicky decided to try to dress down. No makeup, hair pulled back, baggy top, and loose jeans. She just wanted to go to class and learn. She actually liked her classes and her professors. Sadly, even that didn’t stop the arrogant and entitled boys, not men, these were frat ‘boys’. They kept hitting on her, inviting her to their frat houses for parties. ‘Keggers’, whatever that was. They were all from wealthy families and thought they could do whatever they wanted.
Nicky kept trying to be nice, to stay calm, until one evening. After leaving the cafeteria and heading back to her room, she ran into a small group of boys. They were loud, brash, and very drunk. Nicky held her book bag close to her body, trying to hide behind it, keeping her head down, hoping they would pass her by. They didn’t. They stopped and surrounded her.
“We’re looking for some cute girls to join us at our party: free booze, and the best house on campus. Come on, we will take you there. You’ll have a great time, we promise.” Two of the boys grabbed both of her arms and tried to drag her with them. They almost made her drop her bag.
“No, thank you. I need to go back and study. Have an important test tomorrow.” Nicky tried to sound calm and pulled away.
One of the boys grabbed her arm again, squeezing so hard it hurt. “What’s wrong, bitch, you too good to party with us?”
Nicky lost it. She had tried to be nice, to dress more casually, to blend in. She just wanted to be left alone to study and enjoy school. Why couldn’t they understand no means NO? Nicky jerked her arm free, lowered her bag in one hand, and swung it as hard as she could. She hit the boy who had hurt her square in the chest, knocking the air out of him for a second. Before he could recover, Nicky pulled out her pepper spray and pointed it at them.
“I’m sorry, but I said no! Now leave me alone, or I’ll ruin the rest of your night.” The look in Nicky’s eyes showed that she was serious.
“Okay, okay. We’re leaving. We don’t need some stuck-up bitch at our party anyway.” They all turned and staggered on their way.
Nicky stood there for a few minutes watching them leave. She was shaking all over, with tears running down her face. After that night, she was always cautious whenever she left her room. She stopped being polite, stopped trying to make friends. School stopped being fun. At least everyone started leaving her alone so she could study. Things settled down for a while. That was the start of why Nicky didn’t want anything to do with boys. She didn’t trust any of them. She stayed close to other girls and tried never to be alone or vulnerable again.
She still felt that way years later. The only reason she could tolerate men in Mistress Victoria’s dungeon was that Miss Vicky was there and was in charge. The men were their toys; they were there to be used. Miss Vicky had taught Nicky how to control them and make them beg. That was why she was having so much trouble understanding why she wanted to give herself to Rick.
Why did she crave to be with him so much? She was so confused about her feelings toward Rick. Maybe it was because he really was different. He was kind, loving, and gentle. Rick made her feel safe. Miss Vicky had been the only other person besides her big sis that made her feel that way. Nicky knew that after dropping out of college, she hid from the world in Mistress Victoria’s home. Rick made her want to come out, to be seen, to be loved and held.
It was true that sex with Rick was feral; he was like a wild animal in heat, but after, he held her. He didn’t throw her away. He cared for her and kept her safe in his arms. That night, sleeping in Rick’s arms had been the best night’s sleep she had had since college. It was the first night she didn’t have nightmares. First time she truly felt safe outside of Miss Vicky’s home. But he was her big sister’s husband. Nicky couldn’t be with him, not like that. She was so confused, so lost again. She just needed to stay away from Rick til these feelings passed. They had to pass. Miss Vicky would make them go away.
But there he was, Rick, walking toward her. She hurried past him. If she hadn’t, she was afraid she would throw herself at him.
“Hey! Slow down, Nicky.” Rick dodged out of her way.
“Sorry, can’t. Need to get home,” she lied.
Nicky didn’t trust herself to slow down or stop. She headed straight to the elevators and out of the hospital.
Nicky was out of breath when she finally got back to her car. She quickly yanked the door open and jumped in.
“Ow,” Nicky yelped as a hot flash of pain shot through her from her sore butt. “Damn it, Rick. All I had wanted was to get a quick taste, but you had to bend me over that table and fuck me like a wild animal.” She grinned, knowing she wanted him to do it again.
Nicky was talking to herself as she wiggled in the seat, trying to get more comfortable. It was no use; she would have to bear it till she got home. Rick had been so forceful with her that she was going to be sore the rest of the day. Just WTF was she going to tell Miss Vicky? Nicky was sore and confused, tears running down her face. When she finally pulled into the driveway at Miss Vicky’s, she sat there in her car for a few minutes. She looked at her phone, trying to remember what Miss Vicky‘s schedule was. She thought for a minute and remembered that Miss Vicky had an appointment with a client.
Miss Vicky’s appointment was with Mr. Riley; they had started 30 minutes before Nicky arrived back home. That meant she was in even more trouble. Nicky had chores she had to do every day; most of them could wait until she had time. But there was one she should have done already.
It was her job to prepare the dungeon before each client. With her being so late, Miss Vicky had to prep the dungeon herself, and she wouldn’t be happy about that. Thankfully, Nicky didn’t participate during Mr. Riley’s time. So that was good, but she was still in big trouble for not getting the dungeon ready. Nicky quietly closed the car door as she got out and headed for the back door of the house. She went inside the kitchen as quietly as she could. Nicky knew better than to make any noise while Miss Vicky was in the dungeon and had a client.
In the kitchen, Nicky realized she was hungry. She hadn’t eaten much breakfast; she was too busy planning her sneak attack on Rick. She quietly made herself a sandwich, got a bottle of water, and sat down at the kitchen table. She had only taken a few bites and drank about half of her water when she heard the door to the dungeon open.
She could tell Miss Vicky wasn’t happy. Her footsteps were louder than normal. Miss Vicky entered the kitchen and looked at her, scowling.
“It’s about time you got home. I expected you home a lot sooner. Steven is downstairs in a time-out, catching his breath. You need to go upstairs to your room and wait for me. We will discuss you being home late and not doing your chores this morning when I’m finished. Now get to your room, young lady, immediately!” Miss Vicky wasn’t happy.
Miss Vicky looked down at the half-full water bottle and picked it up.
“Get another bottle of water. This is all Steven deserves today. I’ll be upstairs and deal with you when Steven is done.” Miss Vicky clutched the bottle and turned to head back down to finish her time with Mr. Riley.
Miss Vicky was really irate, and Nicky wasn’t going to misbehave anymore today. She grabbed her sandwich and a new bottle of water and hurried upstairs to her room. Once she got into her room, she let out a sigh of relief, sat down at her desk, and opened her computer. She finished the sandwich while checking her emails and messages. Nicky scrolled through her messages; there were quite a few of them, but she wasn’t really in the mood to answer any of them right now.
Nicky was too worried about what to tell Mistress Victoria about being with Rick and how she felt toward him.
Chapter 12: Nicky Panics
Nicky sat there reading through her messages and thinking about Rick, and what she was gonna tell Miss Vicky. Then she suddenly thought about her phone. She picked up her phone and looked at it. A wave of panic washed over her when she realized Miss Vicky might have heard everything.
Nicky remembered that Miss Vicky had always told her to keep her phone close. Nicky was required to answer on the first ring, and if Miss Vicky texted, Nicky needed to text back immediately. Miss Vicky always wanted Nicky to be in touch with her and never wanted to wait for a reply. For that reason, Nicky’s phone never left her side.
She remembered Miss Vicky had her install the ‘TeamViewer’ app. The app let Miss Vicky control both the speaker and the camera. Miss Vicky could turn them on whenever she wanted. Nicky realized there was a good chance that Miss Vicky had listened in on everything. She tried to remember if Miss Vicky had any clients last night. What was her schedule? She went back to her computer, pulled up Miss Vicky’s schedule, and looked it over, and then froze. Miss Vicky didn’t have anything scheduled. Miss Vicky had been alone all evening.
Normally, on slow nights, Miss Vicky expected Nicky to sit on the floor next to her chair so she could pet her. She would pat her head and run her fingers through Nicky’s thick, silky hair. They would sit there and talk about the day’s events and what was coming up the next day. Those were their quiet times together, but Nicky had been selfish and took that away from Miss Vicky, and was with Rick all night. Miss Vicky had been home alone and had plenty of time to sit by herself and listen.
Nicky thought about it for a minute. Miss Vicky could’ve heard the whole conversation she had with Jan at the hospital. Then with Rick at home. Nicky remembered putting the phone on the bedside table, so if Miss Vicky was listening, she heard everything, every moan, everything she had said to Rick, everything they had done together. Nicky hoped Miss Vicky wasn’t able to see anything. The phone was lying down, and the only camera available was the front-facing camera, pointing up at the ceiling. That might have been a blessing. She wasn’t worried about the conversation they had afterwards. Just eating pizza and sharing a bottle of wine, with simple small talk. Nothing serious. What Nicky had been worried about was what had happened when they went to bed. Miss Vicky would have heard Nicky actually seduce Rick a second time. But that time, she would hear Rick take charge. Miss Vicky would have witnessed Rick dominate Nicky, taking full control. Miss Vicky would have listened as Nicky begged Rick to stop, and heard her delight when he didn’t.
All of that was bad, but not as bad as that morning, when Nicky crawled under the table and went down on Rick again. Followed by Rick dominating Nicky again. What would Miss Vicky think about her not being able to stop Rick? Worse yet, she had given in and relished his attack. Nicky’s butt was still on fire, aching from Rick’s spanking. Nicky hoped the redness had faded, but she knew it hadn’t, at least not completely. Nicky sat there and thought about it, knowing she had to tell Miss Vicky everything, not leave anything out, in case she had been listening. Originally, Nicky had told herself to hold some of it back. To gloss over part, downplay some events. However, if Miss Vicky had listened, it would be a lot worse if she caught Nicky in a lie.
Nicky sat there, worrying about what to say to Miss Vicky and how to tell her about everything, when she heard footsteps coming upstairs. Nicky looked at her phone; Mr. Riley’s session had been over about 10 minutes ago. She froze as the door opened. Miss Vicky stood in the doorway, still had that disappointed look on her face. Miss Vicky looked at Nicky’s desk, then walked over and slammed her laptop closed. She turned toward Nicky and ordering her to stand up.
“I need you to go downstairs and clean up the mess Steven made, and you’d better do a good job. You’re in enough trouble, young lady. But before you go, you need to strip. Bad little girls don’t deserve clothing,” she said, looking at Nicky.
Nicky hesitated, thinking about her sore butt, the red cheeks. Nicky slowly removed her clothes and neatly laid them on the bed. She knew better than to make a mess. Miss Vicky always insisted that Nicky did everything neatly; there was no excuse for being messy. Nicky stopped, standing there in only her panties. She was scared, shaking all over, afraid of what would happen when she saw her red sore ass. Miss Vicky was going to be so mad that Nicky allowed someone else to mark her body. Making it even worse, she let a man do it.
“Why did you stop, little one?” Miss Vicky stepped closer. She stood there for a minute, looking at Nicky. “You were with your brother-in-law last night, weren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am, I was,” Nicky answered obediently.
“Why didn’t you remove your panties? Are you trying to hide something?” Miss Vicky grabbed Nicky’s panties and pulled them down. “Why are these so wet? Is my little whore craving to be with her brother-in-law again, already?” It wasn’t really a question. Nicky knew to stay quiet. “Turn around, Missy. Show me what that man did to my little one.”
Nicky slowly turned, exposing her cheeks to Miss Vicky. Nicky’s ass was still red, with a light handprint that hadn’t completely faded yet. Miss Vicky reached out and held her cheek in her cold hand. Nicky tried to hold still, but she still jumped from her touch.
“Let me see the rest of you, I wanna make sure that man didn’t leave any other marks on you. You know you’re not allowed to have any marks that I don’t put on you.” Miss Vicky took her time, searching every inch of Nicky’s body. She pulled her hair up to check her neck, raised her arms and looked over her body, and slowly turned her around so she could examine all of Nicky’s naked body.
“At least there are no other marks on you. Now spread your legs apart.” Nicky immediately did as ordered.
Miss Vicky reached between Nicky’s thighs and ran her hand across Nicky’s sore, still slightly swollen, and very wet lips. She pushed two fingers deep inside Nicky, and brushed across her clit. Nicky couldn’t control her own body. Miss Vicky’s touch caused flashbacks of Rick’s heated assault on her. She gasped and let out a low, quiet moan. Then, as hard as she tried to fight it, her body…
