Hucow: Naughty Nectar Farms

NOTE: All characters in this story are fictional and over 18 years of age.

The BDSM-inspired scenarios take place under purely fictional circumstances and aren't in any way intended to represent or guide real-life practices. This story explores dark erotic horror themes for mature audiences over 18 years of age. If you are a sensitive reader, please take the time to review the trigger warnings because this fictionalized concept may not be the story for you.

The content includes but is not limited to:

• Non-Con• Explicit Sexual Content• Violence and Abuse• Manipulation and Coercion• Drug Use and Drugging• Physical and Psychological Torture• BDSM and Power Exchange Dynamics• Body Modification and Transformation• Ménage and Polyamorous Relationships

This novel explores dark themes and intense scenarios that are strictly fictional. Please consider your comfort level with such material before reading.

If you're still with me, this is your last chance before you read something highly depraved, which might make you wonder... What the hell's wrong with me! In which case, I really can't help you with that answer because clearly, I was twisted enough to write it. Happy reading... consider yourself warned.

CHAPTER 1

My stepfather was a dick.

Sure, those weren't the most eloquent words an aspiring poet would use to describe the man who'd taken me in after my slut-of-a-mother had run off with another man ten years ago—his words, not mine. But they were accurate.

Chad Chandler was a no-nonsense kind of guy, and he didn't put up with bullshit. Unfortunately, I was a walking, talking, breathing magnet for all things bullshit as far as he was concerned.

The man stood over six feet tall, had broad shoulders, and a chest as hard as the granite countertops he'd installed last summer. His biceps bulged under the short sleeves of his T-shirt. I'd be amiss if I didn't mention that his legs and ass could be on display in a muscle magazine or on one of those fitness websites.

I knew because I had seen them—his legs and ass, that was, and a whole lot more.

Last winter, a blizzard blew through, knocking out the power, breaking a few pipes, and leaving us both soaked to the bone. And as luck would have it, that was the same day the hot water heater decided to take a shit in the main part of the house.

So, there we stood, naked in the men's open community stall of the gym where he worked. Conveniently, the gym was closed then and was located under our two-bedroom apartment.

Once the generator was working, we peeled off our wet clothing and stood under the only working showerhead, spilling hot water in a single thin stream—warm fog growing around us.

Yeah, we had shared showers over the years, not just one. We did it all the time when I was growing up.

Hey, it conserved water. Or so he told me.

He had seen my naked body.

I'd seen his.

And I had even had the pleasure of having a front-row seat to his massive hard-on a time or two. And if that wasn't bad enough, I'd gotten to see the man's sexual prowess on display in all its glory when he'd brought home a woman, and they'd had sex in every room of the house, except mine, of course. They'd even done it on the hood of his car in the driveway.

From the way he'd pounded into her, making the car's suspension creak and groan, I didn't know how she could walk afterward. The woman's hips, as well as you-know-what, had to be a little sore.

Maybe even bruised.

The bastard always had his dick stuck in some honey hole of a woman looking for a sugar daddy. But the joke was on them. Chad wasn't husband material. He was just the 'fucking' kind, from what I could tell anyway.

Hey, what did I know?

I was an eighteen-year-old virgin not even allowed on dates because guys only wanted one thing. Hell, I couldn't even go to a graduation party with my friends because Chad forbade it.

The prick said I couldn't go because of all the drinking and sex.

But that was neither here nor there.

The point was that the man was built like a sex god. But that didn't mean he was a god. No, far from it.

He was just a man, a flawed one at that. And I was forced to live with him, enduring his shit daily. Now that I had graduated and the government checks and assistance had stopped, I wondered what would happen to me.

Would he toss me out on my ass?

I had no doubts that he saw me as a thorn in his side, a burden with a hungry mouth. And in all honesty, he wasn't wrong. I was the burden he'd inherited when he shacked up with my mother.

It wasn't my fault she'd left him—left us. Well, that's what I told myself.

No. He wouldn't kick my ass out. I exhaled, and my breath snaked in the air. At least, I didn't think so. But the bastard might put me to work in the gym full time.

The smell of sweat was something I really wanted to avoid.

Shit. It was hot as fuck, making me wonder if Chad had shut off the A/C again to conserve money. The man was a cheapskate.

An uncomfortable chill settled over my skin, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end—the sensation of eyes roaming over me made my skin crawl. The white, lacy thong and bra set I wore didn't offer much coverage.

I hadn't even bothered to look for a bathing suit because the last time fuckwad let me buy one was over three years ago, and that thing rode up, giving me not just camel toe, but the whole damn foot... toes... or hoof.

Well, shit. Did camels have feet, toes, or hooves?

Hmm. I could look that shit up, but then again, it really didn't matter. It wouldn't change the fact it was hot as fuck.

Again, the sensation of eyes staring at me made goosebumps dance over my arms, and my nipples puckered into tight little nubs.

Hmm. I wonder if I can adjust the hot tub's temperature and make it cooler.

I entertained slipping on a shirt and shorts but then thought, fuck it.

Why bother?

It was too damn hot.

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