Introduction: Part II

She was ten years old when her mother died. It was a car accident and Kelly had been rushing. She distinctly remembered the rainy snow that was falling that day and being annoyed that she was the last kid waiting for their parent after school. Again. And then she was waiting for two hours when her almost step-father finally arrived, a strange look on his face.

Two days later and she couldn't even shower without someone in the bathroom with her. She was afraid of being left alone, being left behind. At 10, she wasn't aware of the reaction this caused, him watching her bathe and shower. But by thirteen, she started to hate the man who was officially her legal guardian. At the age of 13, she shouldn't have needed him watching anymore. And he definitely shouldn't have been touching himself while he was watching her.

When she was 14, he taught her how to shave her 'pubes' as he called it. And made sure she kept it clean. He didn't like stubble. The day she turned fifteen, he taught her how to give him head. 'Just like your Mom did it,' he'd tell her. He'd told her that she had to swallow everything he shot in her mouth. Or else.

The year she turned 16, he slowly but surely moved all of her belongings into the master bedroom. Threatening to tie her to his bed if she didn't sleep there willingly, and following through until the rope burn hurt so badly that she gave in.

Now, he was sitting at his desk talking on the phone to her uncle, the man married to her mother's twin sister. Jaidyn strongly disliked her aunt and uncle, mostly for all the things they'd put her cousin through. But most recently, she disliked them for putting ideas into his head. Just listening to the one-sided conversation, Jaidyn knew she was in for a world of trouble.

XXX

"Oh, really? Well that's pretty interesting," he said into the phone. "So because I'm the legal guardian, I can give permission to whoever I want. Yeah, thanks Kim that made my night so much better. Let me talk to Trev for a minute now. I've been dying to tell him all about Jaid's new birthday present."

He smirked at Jaidyn, making her feel self-conscious in the thin pink nightgown he'd laid out for her after her shower that morning. He turned on the video chat mode on his phone and made sure it was showing her on the camera instead of using the small one on the front of the screen.

"What's going on, B?" Trevor asked, his voice deep and slightly breathless at the sight on his own phone.

"I just wanted to show you what Jaidyn got me for her birthday. Remember that thing I told you I wanted?"

"Yeah, did you get it?" Trevor responded, "Can I see it?"

"Baby girl," he prompted, "your uncle wants to see your new piercing. Be a good girl and take your dress off. Show him how pretty it makes you."

Jaidyn took a hesitant breath before slowing slipping the nightgown over her head. She felt him spread her legs obscenely wide as she scooted back on his desk where she'd been ordered to sit. His fingers slid up the inside of her thigh and stopped at her center. When he flicked the ring that was strategically placed on her clit, she had to fight the urge to scream in pain. It was still only a couple days old and he hadn't let her use any kind of pain relief.

"Damn. That's fucking hot."

"I know, man, right. Tell Uncle Trevor how often I eat your pussy now, Baby girl. Tell him how you passed out last night after I made you come who-knows-how-many-times in a row. Tell him how wet you always are now. Go ahead, Baby girl, tell him how much you enjoy your little clit ring." He seemed awfully proud of himself as he flicked the ring again. Her thighs and stomach clenched in pain and she picked herself up off the desk in an effort to release some of it.

His fingers were suddenly inside of her, and she gasped out in pain. She hadn't been expecting him to touch her so roughly but his thumb was rubbing sharp, fast circles around her clit. No matter where or how she moved his hand wouldn't release her and he made sure to keep her in view of the camera.

"Okay, Trev, baby, I think we should give Jaidyn and Brock a little alone time. I'm sure that he wants to put that pussy to good use with his new information," a female voice rang out from the phone.

"Say goodbye, Baby girl," he said with a smirk.

"G-g-goodbye," Jaidyn stuttered.

"Before we go," Trevor stopped them, "I've got a question for you Jaidyn."

She tried to focus on the words her creepy uncle was saying, but it was a hard thing to do when her 'daddy' had his fingers inside of her, relentlessly rubbing her new clit piercing. "Yes, Uncle Trevor."

"Joncen has disappeared. We were wondering if you've heard from her recently."

"Um- I think the last time I talked to her, she was telling me that she'd decided on going to UNLV, and that she was going to take a tour and get everything set up. That was just before her 18th birthday," Jaidyn told them.

"You sure, Jaid? I'd hate to find out you were covering for her-"

"Now hold on there, Trevor. You know full well that I monitor everything Jaidyn does. Any email, text message, phone call, social media message, it all goes to me too. I get notifications for any kind of communication she receives and sends out," Brock interrupted, slightly chastising his stepdaughter's uncle. "There's no way either her or Joncen could have gotten any kind of message to one another without me knowing."

Trevor nodded his understanding, muttering a frustrated and meaningless apology. Brock could tell he was pissed, but didn't care as he ended the phone call and paying attention to the sight on his desk. He was going to marry that in less than a year. And that thought made him smile that vindictive smile that Jaidyn had grown to hate and fear.

"Let's go to bed, Baby Girl. You've got a big day tomorrow."

XXX

"Wait, please," Jaidyn begged quietly, "You said that you didn't want me to be at any of these. You said that if I came I'd be able to tell who my biological dad was and-"

Brock got that vindictive smile on his face again, laughing at her. "He's not going to want you now, Jaidyn. Daddies don't want someone else's used goods, they want fresh meat. You were my fresh meat and your biological dad has a little girl waiting for him at his home. He'd rather go home to her than find you."

That shut Jaidyn up. Of course he'd have some kind of ridiculous excuse as to why her biological father wouldn't care if she popped up now, 17 years after that summer with her mom. And he definitely wouldn't want her when he found out that it was her fault her mom had died, something Brock never let her forget.

"I'm not calling you 'Daddy' here. I don't care what you do when we get home," she whispered, "its creepy enough that you make me do it at home, but I'm not doing it in an arena full of people who think they know you and not when one of them is my actual dad."

That got her head a nice shove against the window on the passenger side of the truck he was driving. "You'll do what I tell you to do, Jaidyn. Just like tonight, I finally get to celebrate the way I've wanted to for the past 3 years. I finally get to fuck the shit out of you and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it."

"I just turned 17. You've got another year before you are legally allowed to have sex with me, with my permission I might add, so you are not celebrating anything with me," Jaidyn countered. She was getting sick of the way he'd been treating her. She couldn't wait to turn 18 and take off. She wished she had the nerve to just leave the way her cousin, Joncen, had. JB had warned Jaidyn before she was leaving of her plans, told her how to get in touch with her if she ever needed to, and let her know where she was going to be, so that Jaid wouldn't completely freak out and so she knew there was somewhere for her to go.

But at that moment, Brock was breathing down her neck all the time. When he was away for work he had the house monitored, by cameras or by guards. When he was home, he refused to let her out of his sight, sometimes she couldn't be more than an arm's length away from him. It was suffocating to her. He made her homeschool, he didn't allow her to apply to any colleges, she wasn't allowed to get a job. She hardly ever left that house. She'd been a prisoner ever since her mom had passed away in the freak car accident. Hell, Jaidyn didn't even have a driver's license, he wouldn't allow her to get one. And since he was still her legal guardian for the next 12 months, she couldn't do anything about it. Unless CPS found out everything he was doing to her, the abuse, the forced sexual favors, all of it. If only there was a way to tip them without Brock finding out. Which was impossible.

"Ya see, baby girl, the law says that as long as you are over 16 and have a legal guardian's consent to whoever it is you want to have sex with, it's legal," there was that damn smirk again, "And since I'm your legal guardian, I'm giving myself legal consent to fuck the shit out of that fuckin' body I've been waiting for. Now get out of the car so we can go into the arena. The Elimination Chamber pay-per-view isn't going to wait for us."