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Larzaius · 12-31-2013, 04:29 PM

This is another STL story starring the lovely victim of Full Control Samantha. Did you really think that her keepers would let her be? Fools

Samantha STL

Chapter 1

A special DVD

She received the letter and tears of relief filled her eyes. Lazarus was being locked away for a very long time. Ever since that terrible night she had been lying awake scared he and The Bitch were going to come back into their lives. But after hearing the news for once in a long time Samantha slept a nightmare free sleep.
What Samantha didn't know was that Larzaius had an extensive hove video collection. He left his minions with explicit instructions. Because even though he was in jail he was still a sadistic asshole and his cock still got hard as he remembered all his victims.

For a week Samantha celebrated, went shopping, enjoyed her coworkers company and was even more social then she had been in awhile. She even visited her father in rehab. He had heard the news and it seemed to put more colour in his face. She was able to check her father into rehab after telling the FBI that her father was force fed the drugs. She didn't mention the times her father assisted in her rape. He was free from The Bitch's influence and slowly started to pull himself together. She had moved on and was currently employed as a pipe fitter and holding her own.
She arrived home one day to find a package waiting for her. She looked at the box their was no return address on it. She opened the box to see a DVD inside it. A sense of forboding filled her heart when she saw the title of the DVD was “Watching Porn with Daddy.” She put it in her DVD player. An opening montage of scenes of all the rape she endured years ago played on the screen. What made it even more obscene was that someone went to a lot of trouble to make it seem like a porno movie and not a vicious rape. She watched shocked to see that the time her father started her cum binge was recorded. As she watched in horror white letters started rolling on the bottom of the screen. They read “I have more copies, phone 557-2482 if you want to keep them from being posted. Samantha fingers shook as she reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. She dialled the number.
“Hello Samantha, how’s your father?”
“Who is this?” she whispered.
“Someone who knows that you withheld important information from the FBI. Like the fact your father was a junkie, and that he helped with your rape. I’m sure you wouldn’t want that kind of evidence being exposed.
“What do you want?” she asked scared to learn the answer.
“I want to break you, so this is what’s going to happen; you will do whatever I tell you, where I tell you and when I tell you.” She could feel his cruel grin over the receiver. “Now I want you to be at this address at 3:30 tomorrow afternoon. If you call the cops, I promise this video will be out and your father will be locked away and your secret will be revealed. I’m sure your co-workers will like the gangbang video especially. It might even give them ideas.”
“No please, I’ll be there and I’ll do what you want, please just leave my dad alone.”
“3:30 don’t be late and be ready to be abused and humiliated on a regular basis,” Samantha dropped the phone, and cried, how the hell had this happened the bastard who was behind her torture and rape was behind bars never again to see the light of day. How could this be happening again? Because he had friends, perverted friends who were just as sick and deprived as he was. The question now was what was she going to do. It had taken years for her and her father to return to some semblance of happiness in their lives after what happened. She couldn't lose her father again, because of some perverts. But what could she do? She cried as she realized any help she asks would result in her life being destroyed again even worse because this time her father would end up in prison for his part in these crimes. All the feelings of helplessness and frustration from years ago filled her soul again.

Samantha found the address was actually in a nice suburb which made the whole situation even worse as it was like some dark ugly poison was buried in a nice decent neighbourhood. She had received a text on the phone telling her to go to the shed in the back. She arrived in the back yard and saw a man in his mid thirties balding with medium build.
“You must be Samantha,” he said with a cruel grin. He sniffed into the air. “Alright I want to smell you, I want you to get those panties damp for me so start rubbing yourself,” Samantha just stared at him. “Are you deaf I want to watch you play with yourself? Or maybe you only do it in front of daddy?” Samantha saw him start to reach for his phone.
“Wait,” she said then reached under her spring dress and starting running her fingers back and forth over the crotch on her panties. She started rubbing doing her best to ignore the fact that he taking pictures of her. She closed her eyes as she rubbed herself she didn't want to see him, her eyes closed made her humiliation more tolerable somehow. She felt him moving behind her and felt his dirty hands groping her breasts from outside her shirt.
“Take of the top I want better access to those lovely tits. She took her hand away from her crotch and started to unbutton the top. When she was done she started rubbing again It was going to end up happening again. She was going to be made to feel dirty again while some pervert had their way with her. She could feel his ham like hands groping her. He started to remove her skirt. “Now take off the rest,” he growled. She jumped but did as she was instructed. She felt his sweaty hands removing her pants. “Come on pretty I want to see those tits,” She started rubbing. It was going to end up happening again. She was going to made to feel dirty again while some pervert had their way with her. She could feel him ham like hands groping her. He started to remove her skirt. “Start unbuttoning that top,” he growled. She was finally able to expose her breasts to his liking. They had grown since she was last molested by a pervert and her new Master was letting her know how much he appreciated them. She could feel his eyes as she slowly undressed exposing her tits to him. She felt his presence over power her as he grabbed her sweats and started to remove them.”Show me that ass,” he hissed at her. She sobbed as she lifted her feet so he could get the sweats off her. “No more t-shirts and panties for now on.” He told her matter of factly. She exposed her breasts to the dirty man who leered over her. He walked around her and felt her waist. She felt him grab her underpants and start to remove them. She started to protest but was silenced by the slap to her rear. His finger started rubbing against her, feeling this she struggled to stand still. She wanted to run but instead she let herself be stripped by the pervert. “Very nice, yes you’re not daddy’s little girl anymore.” She cringed as her father was mentioned. Samantha did her best not to scream as the man touched her. “Now that’s what I wanted to see,” He then placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Samantha fell to her knees offering no resistance. “Now bend over on all fours and get your ass in the air.” Samantha sobbed and did as she was told. She cried as she felt something hard being pushed into her anal crevice. She cried out in pain. “Quit your crying you should learn appreciate it, Mr. Larzaius had it custom made just for you.” The sound of his voice made her want to vomit, just a while ago she was sure she was free from Larzaius. The red head cried out as the perverted old man squeezed her breasts. "That's right you're just a slutty little bitch" He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to the ground with no resistance. Samantha just whimpered and man mauled at her tits. He then pulled out the familiar bar clip that was once pinned to each of her nipples. He pushed into her ass again She sobbed as once again she was being used by a sadistic pervert. “Now you’re just a little bitch aren’t you
“Yes, I’m a little bitch please take it out.” Instead the dildo was pushed further into her ass causing her to scream. “Stop, please stop!” she screamed. “Please no more!”
“You should have kept mouth shut.” He said shoving her to the ground. He continued working the toy in her. “If we injected you a long time ago this would have never have happened. Well maybe I should give you some now.”
“No,no, please don't please, I'll obey... I'll be your sex slave, anything.” Samantha pleaded. She remembered her friend Brenda and the final days of Larzaius. The drug made her compliant for a day and a half. She always shuddered when she thought what could have happened if the FBI hadn't arrived.
“Yes you will, otherwise you and your father will be starts on the internet.

12-31-2013, 04:29 PM	#1
Larzaius Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2011 Location: A woman's darkest desire Posts: 1,448 Reputation: 1861	Samantha STL This is another STL story starring the lovely victim of Full Control Samantha. Did you really think that her keepers would let her be? Fools Samantha STL Chapter 1 A special DVD She received the letter and tears of relief filled her eyes. Lazarus was being locked away for a very long time. Ever since that terrible night she had been lying awake scared he and The Bitch were going to come back into their lives. But after hearing the news for once in a long time Samantha slept a nightmare free sleep. What Samantha didn't know was that Larzaius had an extensive hove video collection. He left his minions with explicit instructions. Because even though he was in jail he was still a sadistic asshole and his cock still got hard as he remembered all his victims. For a week Samantha celebrated, went shopping, enjoyed her coworkers company and was even more social then she had been in awhile. She even visited her father in rehab. He had heard the news and it seemed to put more colour in his face. She was able to check her father into rehab after telling the FBI that her father was force fed the drugs. She didn't mention the times her father assisted in her rape. He was free from The Bitch's influence and slowly started to pull himself together. She had moved on and was currently employed as a pipe fitter and holding her own. She arrived home one day to find a package waiting for her. She looked at the box their was no return address on it. She opened the box to see a DVD inside it. A sense of forboding filled her heart when she saw the title of the DVD was “Watching Porn with Daddy.” She put it in her DVD player. An opening montage of scenes of all the rape she endured years ago played on the screen. What made it even more obscene was that someone went to a lot of trouble to make it seem like a porno movie and not a vicious rape. She watched shocked to see that the time her father started her cum binge was recorded. As she watched in horror white letters started rolling on the bottom of the screen. They read “I have more copies, phone 557-2482 if you want to keep them from being posted. Samantha fingers shook as she reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. She dialled the number. “Hello Samantha, how’s your father?” “Who is this?” she whispered. “Someone who knows that you withheld important information from the FBI. Like the fact your father was a junkie, and that he helped with your rape. I’m sure you wouldn’t want that kind of evidence being exposed. “What do you want?” she asked scared to learn the answer. “I want to break you, so this is what’s going to happen; you will do whatever I tell you, where I tell you and when I tell you.” She could feel his cruel grin over the receiver. “Now I want you to be at this address at 3:30 tomorrow afternoon. If you call the cops, I promise this video will be out and your father will be locked away and your secret will be revealed. I’m sure your co-workers will like the gangbang video especially. It might even give them ideas.” “No please, I’ll be there and I’ll do what you want, please just leave my dad alone.” “3:30 don’t be late and be ready to be abused and humiliated on a regular basis,” Samantha dropped the phone, and cried, how the hell had this happened the bastard who was behind her torture and rape was behind bars never again to see the light of day. How could this be happening again? Because he had friends, perverted friends who were just as sick and deprived as he was. The question now was what was she going to do. It had taken years for her and her father to return to some semblance of happiness in their lives after what happened. She couldn't lose her father again, because of some perverts. But what could she do? She cried as she realized any help she asks would result in her life being destroyed again even worse because this time her father would end up in prison for his part in these crimes. All the feelings of helplessness and frustration from years ago filled her soul again. Samantha found the address was actually in a nice suburb which made the whole situation even worse as it was like some dark ugly poison was buried in a nice decent neighbourhood. She had received a text on the phone telling her to go to the shed in the back. She arrived in the back yard and saw a man in his mid thirties balding with medium build. “You must be Samantha,” he said with a cruel grin. He sniffed into the air. “Alright I want to smell you, I want you to get those panties damp for me so start rubbing yourself,” Samantha just stared at him. “Are you deaf I want to watch you play with yourself? Or maybe you only do it in front of daddy?” Samantha saw him start to reach for his phone. “Wait,” she said then reached under her spring dress and starting running her fingers back and forth over the crotch on her panties. She started rubbing doing her best to ignore the fact that he taking pictures of her. She closed her eyes as she rubbed herself she didn't want to see him, her eyes closed made her humiliation more tolerable somehow. She felt him moving behind her and felt his dirty hands groping her breasts from outside her shirt. “Take of the top I want better access to those lovely tits. She took her hand away from her crotch and started to unbutton the top. When she was done she started rubbing again It was going to end up happening again. She was going to be made to feel dirty again while some pervert had their way with her. She could feel his ham like hands groping her. He started to remove her skirt. “Now take off the rest,” he growled. She jumped but did as she was instructed. She felt his sweaty hands removing her pants. “Come on pretty I want to see those tits,” She started rubbing. It was going to end up happening again. She was going to made to feel dirty again while some pervert had their way with her. She could feel him ham like hands groping her. He started to remove her skirt. “Start unbuttoning that top,” he growled. She was finally able to expose her breasts to his liking. They had grown since she was last molested by a pervert and her new Master was letting her know how much he appreciated them. She could feel his eyes as she slowly undressed exposing her tits to him. She felt his presence over power her as he grabbed her sweats and started to remove them.”Show me that ass,” he hissed at her. She sobbed as she lifted her feet so he could get the sweats off her. “No more t-shirts and panties for now on.” He told her matter of factly. She exposed her breasts to the dirty man who leered over her. He walked around her and felt her waist. She felt him grab her underpants and start to remove them. She started to protest but was silenced by the slap to her rear. His finger started rubbing against her, feeling this she struggled to stand still. She wanted to run but instead she let herself be stripped by the pervert. “Very nice, yes you’re not daddy’s little girl anymore.” She cringed as her father was mentioned. Samantha did her best not to scream as the man touched her. “Now that’s what I wanted to see,” He then placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Samantha fell to her knees offering no resistance. “Now bend over on all fours and get your ass in the air.” Samantha sobbed and did as she was told. She cried as she felt something hard being pushed into her anal crevice. She cried out in pain. “Quit your crying you should learn appreciate it, Mr. Larzaius had it custom made just for you.” The sound of his voice made her want to vomit, just a while ago she was sure she was free from Larzaius. The red head cried out as the perverted old man squeezed her breasts. "That's right you're just a slutty little bitch" He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to the ground with no resistance. Samantha just whimpered and man mauled at her tits. He then pulled out the familiar bar clip that was once pinned to each of her nipples. He pushed into her ass again She sobbed as once again she was being used by a sadistic pervert. “Now you’re just a little bitch aren’t you “Yes, I’m a little bitch please take it out.” Instead the dildo was pushed further into her ass causing her to scream. “Stop, please stop!” she screamed. “Please no more!” “You should have kept mouth shut.” He said shoving her to the ground. He continued working the toy in her. “If we injected you a long time ago this would have never have happened. Well maybe I should give you some now.” “No,no, please don't please, I'll obey... I'll be your sex slave, anything.” Samantha pleaded. She remembered her friend Brenda and the final days of Larzaius. The drug made her compliant for a day and a half. She always shuddered when she thought what could have happened if the FBI hadn't arrived. “Yes you will, otherwise you and your father will be starts on the internet.