Monday, April 27, 2009

The Perfect Wife - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I was lying on my bed. I’d finally cried out every tear I think my body was ever going to produce. James had taken most of the day making me strip and dress in front of him until he had seen me in every piece of clothing I owned.

We had only taken a break when he got hungry for lunch. I made sandwiches for us to eat while he held me on his lap squeezing my bottom painfully until I completed both our sandwiches. He finally allowed me to sit at my seat to eat mine only after my next kissing lesson.

After cleaning up the kitchen together we went back upstairs to finish going through my clothes. Needless to say, nothing I owned measured up to whatever standard Charlie and James had for me.

James had finally left me in my room taking all my clothes with him other than a couple of things for the next day to wear. He reminded me that he and Charlie were taking me shopping to replace what wasn’t appropriate so I wouldn’t need them. He was kind enough to leave my shirt from Phil, after I was willing to show my appreciation with another kissing lesson. I even tried with this one knowing if he didn’t see progress he’d take the shirt with him.

I looked over at the clock and saw it was 5:00. James had instructed me that Charlie got home at 5:30 and would expect me to be at the door to welcome him home. He said he’d fix dinner since I couldn’t do much until my brace was off.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were still red and there were streaks of dried tears on my face. My hair was a mess from pulling shirts on and off all day. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. I worked at brushing all the tangles out of my hair before checking my appearance over. James had made me change into a snug v-neck white t-shirt and no bra and a pair of the shortest shorts I owned saying it would have to do until tomorrow.

I went to the kitchen to be sure I passed James’ inspection before I went to wait by the door for Charlie to come home. James was making spaghetti when I walked in.

“Do I look ok, James?”

He stopped and looked me over. He came up and tugged my shirt down in front then turned me around to tie a knot in the back of it to make it fit tighter across my bare breasts and show some skin above my shorts. He stooped to roll up the hem of my shorts so they ended just below my ass. Yeah in one day I’d gone from innocent 17-year-old who said ‘bottom’ to ‘ass’. Who knew what I’d be saying in the next year until I could leave.

He pinched my ass as he stood back up. “Yeah you’ll do.” He glanced at the clock on the stove. It was almost 5:30. “You better get to the door before he does or he won’t be happy with you.”
I practically ran out of the room. I hadn’t been punished yet (at least not in their minds) and I didn’t want to find out what that would entail. I made it to the door just as I heard Charlie come onto the porch. I opened the door for him and stood with my head down as James had instructed me.

“Welcome home Daddy. I missed you today. Can I show you what I learned?” I swallowed the bile in my throat at the last statement.

Charlie closed the door behind him and took off his gun belt putting it on the coat rack next to him. He didn’t say anything. I was nervous, but I couldn’t look up until Charlie spoke to me. James was very clear on that point.

I felt Charlie step closer to me as he reached to put his arm around my waist and pull me to him. “Hello my beautiful daughter. I can see someone has been paying attention to her lessons today. I’m guessing James helped with your clothing?” He lifted my chin to look at him. “Show daddy what you learned.”

I reached up to pull his face down to mine. I pressed my lips against his and ran my tongue over his mouth to ask for entrance like James had taught me. I fought back the tears. I refused to cry.
Charlie tightened his grip on me and opened his mouth to me. I put my tongue in his mouth focusing on not gagging. I moved my tongue around his teeth and wrapped my tongue around his to suck it into my mouth as James instructed. I could feel the pinprick of tears behind my eyes threatening to come forth. I fought them back knowing crying would only make Charlie mad.

He finally took over the kiss tired of my inexperience. I was grateful. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do to make it last longer. I wish he’d just let me go.

He finally raised his head and kissed my nose and forehead before letting me go. “Very good Bella. You just need more practice.”

He walked away patting my ass as he went upstairs to change. I stood there alone and let the tears spill. I knew I wouldn’t get another chance to cry until later tonight. I finally took a deep breath to calm down and went back to the kitchen to set the table for James.
He was putting the spaghetti on the table when I came in. “Well how did it go? Did you remember what I taught you?”

I walked up to him. “Yes I remembered and daddy was pleased.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Show me your appreciation, Bella.” He was grinning down at me hooking his fingers through the belt loops on my shorts.

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him with all the fake enthusiasm I could muster. I was kissing him when Charlie walked into the room. I knew better than to stop until James released me. He knew Charlie was watching and was getting added enjoyment from my discomfort.

James finally released me and allowed me to get the plates to set the table. He and Charlie sat down and started putting food on their plates. I’d already been through 3 meals with them and knew better than to sit down yet.

When they had their plates Charlie looked at me standing. He smiled his approval. “Would you bring the tea pitcher and fill our glasses please?”

I turned to the counter smirking. He asked so politely like there was nothing perverted in their behavior. It was just so natural to them like this was an everyday occurrence. Something flashed in my mind that it was too natural for them and I’d only been here two days.

I brought the pitcher over as Charlie moved his chair so I could sit in his lap to fill his glass. James had already put ice in them knowing I couldn’t crack the trays with my wrist.

“Would you like sugar in your tea daddy?” I asked waiting.

“Yes Isabella I would.”

Fortunately the sugar bowl was already on the table so I wouldn’t need to get up to get it. Each time I got up and had to sit back in their laps was just harder than if I stayed there. I put sugar in his glass until he told me to stop. I stirred it and handed him the glass to taste.

“Very good Isabella. You may get up.”

I walked over to James and waited for him to move his chair so I could sit on his lap as well. I went through the same motions until he allowed me to get up.

I sat down at my seat finally to eat. I poured my tea but didn’t add sugar. I don’t think I’d ever want anything sweetened again.

After dinner Charlie went to set up the DVD player for our movie night while I helped James clear up from dinner. He was smirking at me.

We walked into the living room and James sprawled out in his recliner. I stood waiting to see if I’d be made to fetch anything for them before I could sit. Charlie looked at me and smiled.

“You can sit. We won’t need anything to eat tonight.”

He started the movie as I sat on the sofa. James got up and turned on the fan in the room. The movie started. I didn’t know what to think. My brain was frozen. They were watching porn!
I took a chance. “Daddy do mind if I go to my room? I’m really tired.” I silently begged him to let me leave.

“No Bella, this is to help with your education. I want you to pay attention.”

“Yes daddy” I said quietly. I should have known he’d never let me leave the room.
He and James both kept an eye on me making sure I watched everything that was going on. When the movie ended I thought it was over. I was wrong. James got up and put in another one, worst than the first if that was possible.

I was starting to shiver. I was wearing hardly any clothes and the fan was blowing on me making me cold. Charlie noticed grinning at my nipples poking thru my tight shirt.

“Poor baby. Daddy didn’t realize you were getting cold. Come here and get in daddy’s lap. I’ll keep you warm.”

I got up silently and went to Charlie’s chair. I got in lying down against his body. I just wanted to die. He wrapped his arms around mine so I couldn’t move rubbing my arms with his hands. He would occasionally brush his thumbs over my nipples to keep them hard. I could feel him harden behind my back. I was so afraid of what was going to happen next.

“Shush my little baby girl. Daddy is just keeping you warm. You have nothing to be afraid of.” He was whispering in my ear.

When the second movie was over he finally said it was time for me to get ready for bed. He allowed me to get up and I quickly left the room.

I ran up the stairs and got my clothes before heading to the bathroom. I turned on the shower to hide the sounds of me vomiting.

I brushed my teeth and I stripped off my clothes. I got in the shower. I scrubbed my face and my body as hard as I could. I felt so creepy and disgusting. I was crying trying not to be loud. I didn’t want anyone to hear me. I stayed in the shower as long as I could. I knew I’d have to get out soon. I finally rinsed off and shut off the water.

I stepped out onto the rug and reached for the towel. I bent over to wrap one around my hair and stood back up. Charlie was standing in the doorway holding my other towel. I was naked and dripping wet.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I grabbed my hands in front trying to cover myself. Charlie raised his eyebrow at me. I was learning that look. It meant disapproval. I slowly lowered my hands back to my sides.

He didn’t say anything just stood there looking me over, appraising my body. He finally handed me the towel to dry off. He didn’t move to leave. I was mortified. I dried off as quickly as I could and tentatively reached for my clothes unsure if I was allowed.

He nodded his head giving me approval to get dressed. I made sure to look at him the entire time. When I was done he took my hand and led me to my room. James was sitting at my desk waiting. I was never more afraid in my life.

Charlie led me to James first. “Tell your brother goodnight.” James had me straddle his lap while I kissed him.

“Very good. I trust you learned something from the movies tonight about your technique?” Charlie asked.

I nodded my head looking down. “Yes daddy” I whispered.

James let me up. “Sweet dreams,” he laughed as he left the room.

“Well, practice makes perfect. It’s only been a couple of days.” Charlie said. “Bella you may get in bed. We’re going shopping tomorrow morning. Aren’t you excited?”

“Yes daddy. Thank you.”

“James got to see you model today. I feel a little deprived. Are you going to make it up to me tomorrow?” He was smiling waiting for me to make the offer like it would be my idea to please him.

I shuddered before saying, “Daddy would you please let me model my new clothes tomorrow?” It took everything in me not to gag.

He came and lay down beside me in bed. “Give daddy a kiss goodnight.”

I quickly leaned in to kiss him like instructed. He took my behavior as eager so was very pleased with me. I just wanted it to be over.

“Take off you shirt and pants. I’ll rub your back just like daddy used to.”

I did as instructed biting my lip to keep from crying. At least he hadn’t asked me to remove my panties.

He rubbed my bare back while kissing on my shoulders and down my spine to just above my panties. After 20 minutes he finally stopped. I was grateful; he gave me my clothes back and got up to leave the room.

I lay in the dark for a long time starring at the ceiling before I finally fell asleep.


  1. This chapter truly shows how though any man can father a child that doesn't make them a dad.

    Charlie is one sick Fuck.

  2. I agree, Phil was a true father. Charlie is just... evil incarnate.

  3. oh my dear sweet lord I now understand why u took thisoff of Fanfiction Charlie is sick and I almost pucked he needs a lesson in Karma

  4. Oh my god... this starts out just so sick... and yet somehow I would like to read more... probably because I keep hoping that she'll be saved...

  5. I really don't like that you've put Billy Burke's picture at the top of this. It's not fair to him, because he is not this evil man you are writing about. He's only an actor. Let people make up their own evil Charlie in their imaginations. If they imagine Billy, then so be it, but don't intentionally have them associate Billy with this sick guy. I'm hoping you will remove his pic.

  6. These guys are incredible sick. My God... their minds are so f*cking twisted.

    Though I do agree with Savannah-Vee, it would have been better to not have any sort of actual visuals of and actor/model. It can be considered a little cruel to paint them in such a way. However, I can also understand the need for a visual... just that maybe a bit of censorship of the eyes or a faceless figure? Or maybe a simply fictional character drawn by an artist?