Slums to Sluts by Ajars

I was ecstatic. Harley, my mom, had been working this guy for months, and I had started to think it was another dead end, but finally, we were moving out. Our lives were going to change.

Ethan seemed like a nice enough guy, I was old enough I felt like I didn’t need a new dad, but I’d take a rich stepdad who gave me my own bedroom-bathroom combo anyway.

We pretty much just moved in with suitcases. Nothing in our old mobile home had much of value, and Ethan had already started showering us with gifts and shopping sprees.

The house was big and modern, and so far from the shitty ass home that I had to switch school districts. I started attending a fancy “Academy” school, with uniforms and everything.

My mom stood and brushed my hair the night before my first day of school.

“Look at how nice and smooth your hair looks with your new shampoo,” My mom said appraisingly as she stroked, “The red really shines through”

It was true, while before my hair looked murky brown, it was now vibrant and healthy, more like dark wine. My freckles still dotted my cheeks but my skin had cleared up and I looked fresh-faced if not still a bit on the thin side.

“These clothes Ethan got feel like a bit much,” I said shyly, gesturing down to my silky nightgown with lace trim. 
“Hush,” said my mom, “He just wants to make sure you look and feel like the princess you are”

I shrugged. My mom had deemed pretty much all my clothes from before unwearable. So she and Ethan had picked out my clothes, which despite my youth, felt very sultry and adult. Everything had been sleek, form-fitting, and felt luxurious against my skin. I finally was wearing bras that fit, instead of squeezing into my old B-cups, I wore comfortable Cs that made all the difference.

“Let’s do a spa day tomorrow,” She said, patting my shoulder and leaving me to my night-time routine. “Nails, waxing, face-masks, the whole shebang.” I shrugged. “Sure I guess.” I supposed that’s what rich people did.

School was a bit of a nightmare. Girls sneered at me in the hall, guys ogled my body, and the amount of school work I had was terrifying. I rushed to the spa with my mom and gladly did whatever pampering she told me to do. The waxing was the worst part. All of me was waxed and I felt like I’d been lit on fire, but then we got to soak in tubs and mom gave me a sip of her martini so it was fine.

That night Ethan was home early from work and we all had dinner together.

“Haper. How was school?” Ethan asked.

“Fine,” I said

“Any boys flirt with you?”

I felt my cheeks redden and kept looking at my plate.

“Mostly just looked at me.”

Ethan’s voice was stern, what I would imagine a dad sounded like.

“Well, there will be no dating or boys in this house, are we clear?”

I was taken aback. I looked at my mom, could he do that? She continued to cut her steak without looking at me.

“Look at me, Harper. Do I make myself clear?”

Ethan wasn’t a bad looking guy. A bit older, broad-shouldered, and strong jaw, but looking at him now, his eyes looked cold, making him look mean. I nodded.

“Good girl. Don’t forget to eat your peas.” Having a dad sucked.

The rest of dinner was fairly quiet, mom barely ate what was on her plate and excused herself. I thought she was just going into the other room but then she walked by in athletic clothes.

“Well, I’m off to my yoga class.” She said hurriedly. “Have a nice night.”

And she was gone.

I quickly finished my food, peas included and headed up to my room to change. I got into one of my nightgowns, this one a dark green satin, and slipped downstairs for a snack before starting homework.

Ethan was on the couch next to a roaring fire, a glass of wine in his hand.

“Harper.” He gestured to the spot next to him. “Why don’t you take a seat.”

“Oh, I uh— I was just about to study.”

He just continued waiting for me to sit down. I did, trying not to let my nightgown ride up my thigh.

“So.” He said taking a sip of wine. “Let’s get to know each other”

I shrugged. “Not much to know… I don’t really have friends, not close ones, I like listening to music, and reading…”

He listened intently as if my words were fascinating to him. Then he pulled out a second glass.

“Would you like some wine?”

“Oh I’m not— I’m not old enough,” I said, I felt dumb because that was obvious and he lifted an eyebrow as if to say the same.

“But,” I said, “I had a sip of my mom’s martini”

He smiled at that and began pouring me a glass. “Oh that Harlene. She’s nothing but unexpected.”

He said it like a hidden joke and passed me the glass. I took it and sipped. It was amazing. I took another sip, starting to gulp it down, he let me and poured me more.

We talked a bit more, but then it grew silent and the moment felt oddly tense.

“Harper,” He said, but he didn’t say it like the other times he said my name. This time it was deeper, more primal sounding. I met his eyes and they bore into mine, not allowing me to look away. I blushed.

“Your gorgeous when you blush,” He said, that same low tone.

I didn’t know what to say, I just sat there, probably blushing more, and then he leaned in to kiss me.

I pulled back, but his hand on my thigh stopped me from fully rising from my seat. His hand smoothed its way down the fabric of my dress before rising back up beneath it. What was going on? What should I do? My whole body felt hot and the wine made me feel slightly dizzy. He bent in again and kissed me, parting my lips and slipping his tongue into my mouth. I was frozen, stunned as he continued to kiss me. His other hand tangling into my hair, I couldn’t have moved if I had tried.

Finally, I pulled away again, my body finally snapping into action. He grinned at me

“Was that your first kiss?” He sounded bemused, entertained.

“Y-yes,” I said, my body was tense, prone to move the moment he loosened his grip. He didn’t. “Well,” he said, dipping back in to kiss me again, “now that that’s over with, let’s move on.”

His lips and tongue brushed against my face and then down my neck. One hand tangled in my hair while the other began exploring my body, his hands rough beneath my too smooth nightgown.

“Ethan—“ I breathed, confused, stunned “please—“ before I could finish his mouth was back on mine, silencing my please and as I tried to pull back his movements became more urgent. Everything about him was firm and intense and powerful. I told myself I was allowing him to overpower me, that this was my choice, but a fearful voice in my mind new I had no other option that didn’t lead to further harm.

He guided me to the fur rug, and I felt too hot by the fire. My breathing was short and I began to gasp as he removed his clothes and bend over me. His eyes inspected me more closely, tilting my face side to side, rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip, and pinning me to the floor with one hand on my shoulder and collar bone the other on my thigh.

My eyes must have looked terrified because he smiled and said, “It’ll be okay Harper. I’ll be gentle.”

It was then that my mind caught up with me and I tried to pry myself up from the floor. He ignored me and slid his hand from my thigh to between my legs, drawing my underwear down to reveal my smooth and naked flesh. I felt so bare, waxed, and oiled, and displayed for him. Tears sprung to my eyes and I found my voice again, though it was shaking.

“No. Ethan, no. I don’t want this.”

There. it was done. that’s what you were supposed to say and then they had no deniability, it was rape if he continued. Not a misunderstanding.

“Nobody is ready for their first-time honey. But you’re one of the lucky ones because I’m going be real soft with you.”

Then his fingers were inside me. Prodding me, first one then two. I writhed on the floor, calling out to an empty and echoing room. His head ducked down and I felt something wet lick my pussy lips before probing my opening. My legs spread, knees up, he had hold of my wrists as he pulled me to him, pulling his face closer to my opening. The fire roared and I moaned as my body began to react to his licking, disobeying my every order, just like him.

“There’s my sweet honey pot.” He cooed from between my legs. Lapping up my juices like a cat. Then he was back on me, his body positioned to keep my legs spread wide. He slowly pulled my nightgown up over my head, ignoring my struggles and protests. I went to cover my now bare chest, but he pulled my arms down, holding them in one fist below my navel while the other hand groped my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples.

“You’re everything I was promised and more honey pot. Look at you. You’re gorgeous.”

I didn’t feel gorgeous. I felt dirty and ashamed. My body was laid bare and had grown wet to his touch.

“Shhh. Just let it happen honey, there we go” he said, my body giving up on fighting and dissolving into tears.

He let go of my hands that now fell limply to my sides, and he positioned himself so that I felt a tight push on my pussy lips. It took moments for the pressure and pain to fully be realized, and as it did I felt my hole be filled with him. It was too big, it wouldn’t fit, he’d have to stop. But he kept going, slowly inching into me, encouraging as I took him as if I had a choice.

“There we go. There’s my honey pot. take another inch. good girl.”

I was being ripped apart, slowly. For minutes my entire world was pain so deafening I could barely hear him as he crooned into my ear. He pulled out a little, and jabbed back in, with each glide nudging himself farther and farther within me. Something me stung and I let out a cry of pain at the same time he moaned.

“Fuuuuuck”

Then he began to really move. Sliding in and out, searing my flesh with his cock as he went.

“This one’s gonna hurt but then it’ll get better” he groaned and thrust all of himself into me. I screamed, and this time he plastered a sweaty palm over my mouth to muffle it.

I felt flesh bang against my ass cheeks as he continued his thrusts. He looked down at me, his fevered eyes taking me in, roving down my body as my hips bucked and tits jiggled from his strength.

“Jesus fuck. You’re so fucking perfect.”

He kissed me again, tongue sloppily all over my lips and face. He even ran up my streak of tears that had run down my cheeks.

He slowed his pace, rocking my body with his, staying inside me longer and slowly pulling out before sliding back in; My clenched fists digging into the fur rug.

His last few thrusts were rough, entering me fully by jamming in, growling as he did it. Then he let out a half cry half gasp and I felt him twitch inside me. When he dragged himself out a trail of hot sticky liquid followed. I felt it dripping from my violated pussy and thought I might puke. He collapsed on top of me, momentarily crushing me so I couldn’t breathe. Then he slid off and to the side, stroking me and swirling his fingers on my naked flesh.

“I was rough then I meant to be.” He said, “But you were tighter than I anticipated, so it’s only fair.” His laugh was cold and rough. I turned away from him, unwilling to look at his face.

He got up slowly, picked up his glass, and finished it before leaving it empty on the table, and me empty on the floor.

Once I realized he was gone, I hugged my nightgown to my body, stood up on wobbly legs, and ran to my room. Every movement felt like his penetrating pain over again, my pussy feeling sore and empty, despite it leaking his cum. I showered and dressed immediately, before getting into bed and laying there awake, too afraid to sleep.

The next morning I was embarrassed, ashamed, in shock, and terrified at what had just happened. I didn’t even know what had just happened!

Ethan acted completely normal for the rest of the week. My mom and him goo-goo eyed over each other, Ethan told dad jokes, I did my homework… Had I made it up? My memory of it had become foggy in the details. Could I forget if I tried? Is that what he was doing? It was only the sensation of him in my body that made me question the lie I was trying to tell myself.

My mom called up from the bottom of the stairs. “Harper come here a moment!”

Oh god. She knew, she hated me, I’d broken her heart, ruined her dreams.

I came down to her. She was in her same yoga outfit from Monday.

“Heidi no longer works on Fridays so we don’t have help with the dishes. Can you do them for me, I’m running late.”

Dishes. Chores. Normal. “Yeah, sure of course!”

She kissed my forehead and went out the door.

Taking a break from homework was a godsend, so I went into the kitchen and started cleaning this evening’s meal off the plates. I had headphones in so I nearly dropped a plate when hands wrapped around my waist.

I looked back and Ethan was there.

“I like to see my girl helping around the house.”

I tried to pretend this was normal, “Yeah- mom asked me to do it.”

“Well, don’t let me interrupt.” He said in my ear. I waited a moment but he didn’t let go. I began washing the dishes. He swayed my body with his, holding my waist, sinking my torso into his. His breath was hot in my ear as he rested his chin on my shoulder. My hands shook as I tried to concentrate on the dishes but my ears were ringing as I tried to come to the realization that this was happening to me.

He began to kiss my ears and down my neck and collar bone, his groin pressing up against my uniform skirts. A hard bulge could be felt through the fabric and all the while I just kept doing the dishes.

His voice was deep again as he said “Finish these up and go change. I’ll come to you.”

Then he was gone.

My legs shook and leaned against the counter. What the fuck. What the actual fuck.

I finished the dishes and went up to my room. Ethan was nowhere in sight and I paced, trying to figure out what to do. I did NOT want to enter a relationship with my mom’s husband. I also could NOT tell my mom, it would destroy her. I needed to get out, to leave. I threw random filly clothes into a bag and opened the door, to Ethan standing right outside it.

“I said to change, but the uniform will do.”

-To be Continued-