The Live-In Ch. 01

Everything was black as they led her away.

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The trio came to a stop after a few minutes of walking. Diane's breathing was still intense, due in part to her newly broken rib, but mostly due to her fear. The Reapers had usually only brought her to their "torture chamber" one at a time, then didn't waste any time in tag teaming her. This time, they were both escorting her somewhere and there was apparently a third person waiting.

She was scared to death.

One of the men opened the door, while the other held her out in the hallway against a wall. He pressed his body against the back of hers to make sure she knew that she wasn't going anywhere. Diane was disgusted at the fact that she could feel the man's cock getting hard as he pressed into her ass. She felt the urge to cry, but she controlled herself.

"Bring her in and uncuff her for now." the third person said from inside the room. Diane recognized the voice, but the fact that the person was actually here shocked her. She was unsure if she'd ever hear the voice again, let alone see the person.

The Reapers brought her in the room. One took her to a chair, uncuffed her, and sat her down, holding her down by the shoulders. The other one closed the door and locked it. Diane knew that this meant nothing good, but her thoughts were cut short by the sudden burst of light blinding her as the hood was removed from her head. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness, Diane heard the visitor speak to her as her eyes came into focus.

"Hi mom."

Diane's focus shifted towards the figure sitting on one side of the table that she had been bent over multiple times, and her eyes finally adjusted to the light. Her son had finally come to visit her, and nothing else mattered at that point.

"Jason!!! Oh my God am I happy to see you!!!" Diane started running towards Jason, only to be stopped by both of the Reapers pulling back on her arms. She looked at both of them, enraged that they wouldn't even let her near Jason, but was brought back by the sound of Jason's voice.

"Please. Sit down. We have some things to discuss. These men are just doing their job." Jason said. Diane looked blankly at Jason, but sat down in the open chair across from her son.

As she sat down, Jason pulled out a thick folder and started sorting through the paperwork inside. When he finally got to the page he was looking for, he pulled it out and closed the folder. He sat the paper in front of him and leaned over the table to speak to Diane.

"Okay, so first thing is first. I need you to listen clearly. I don't have much time to work with here, and I need your full attention to my every word. Understood?" Diane nodded in agreement and Jason continued. "Okay. Let's get to it then." Jason took a drink of water from the water bottle sitting beside him and offered a drink to his mom. She accepted the bottle and took a drink herself to help with her dry throat.

"I'll get to the business end first. I need you to sign this. Long and short of it is this...you're here in prison. Dad didn't have a will made up. This paper is basically stating that you're in prison for life and rather than lose the house or the family fortune, you're signing the house over to me and you're signing over control of the finances to me. This way, I can pay your legal fees in the right amount and your lawyers won't be dipping in more than they should be. The house will be securely in my possession and it won't be sold off. Your signature makes all this official and provides an easier path for me. Will you please sign it?"

Without a single question, Diane smiled at Jason, holding a hand open towards him.

"Do you have a pen?"

Jason nodded, reached into the pocket of his shirt and pulled one out. As soon as he handed it to her, Diane flipped the paper towards her and signed the line. She slid the paper and the pen back to Jason and smiled.

"It's all yours son."

"Okay. Thank you. I'll file this today and male it official." Jason put the signed paper in the folder, closed it, and stood up to leave. "Take care of yourself mom." Diane's eyes went wide, realizing that this might be the only opportunity she gets to make her plea to her son.

"Jason, wait!" she called out as he had a hand on the door, ready to walk out. The two guards looked at Jason without giving too much away, and Jason simply grinned.

The time was at hand. Vengeance was his.

He turned around after shifting his face to a more serious look. Diane was turned around in the chair, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was near the breaking point. Jason was ready to give her that final shove.

"Yes mom?"

"Son please...I'm so sorry!!! Please! You've got to get me away from this place!" the woman screamed as the tears flowed. She placed her face into her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Showtime!" one of the Reapers whispered to Jason as he went to the sobbing woman.

Jason grabbed a chair and put it right in front of her, sitting down and holding her hands. She took a moment to collect herself, and Jason looked her in the eyes, holding her hands.

"What's wrong mom? Are they treating you okay here?"

"No son...those two men by the door...they bring me here and ra----"

"You know, it just dawned on me...this is the same prison they kept that one murderer in years ago...what was his name? The guy who killed five women, one being a cop?"

"Jason..."

"David...David....JEFFERSON! That's it! David Jefferson!"

"Yes, that's him. He was here. But Jason..."

"Yeah! That sick fuck killed five women...couple underage girls, some women he met at bars and that woman cop. That poor chick died with his cock in her ass while he shot her point blank in the back of the skull. Five poor women."

"It was only four women...Jason please lis--"

"No, it was five. I'm sure of it. David Jefferson killed fi---"

"JASON!!!! THESE MEN HAVE BEEN RAPING AND BEATING ME SINCE I GOT HERE! PLEASE! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" Diane finally snapped. She couldn't keep it quiet any longer. She had to tell someone. She needed help. "Please..." she begged, placing a hand on Jason's hand. The look of shock spread across her face when Jason simply pulled his hand away from hers. She watched as his hand moved, then turned her eyes up to meet Jason's.

"I know. I told them to and I've watched several times." Jason couldn't help himself and smiled wide at the sight of the woman breaking in front of his eyes. He opened the folder and grabbed another paper, placing it in front of Diane before continuing.

"You killed my father. You killed the woman I fell in love with. And you killed my unborn child." Jason said coldly, nodding towards the paper on the desk. Diane looked at the paper in horror as she realized what it was.

Paternity test results.

"Jason...I...I'm so sor---"

"YOU DON'T GET TO ASK FOR FORGIVENESS!!! NOW, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN!" Jason growled. Diane sat back in the chair, too stunned to say another word. Jason continued.

"David Jefferson killed FIVE women. The four he is known for, but there's one more that he isn't credited for. Samantha Stark." Diane's eyes grow wide at the sound of her name. Jason simply laughed and continued.

"So, I'll cut to it. I found your messages to Robert Stark...her father....I found out you had been giving him a shit load of money every year...and I found out why. Samantha was killed by Jefferson...right before Stephanie..." Jason said this to one of the Reapers, who simply nodded his head. Diane noticed and cut Jason off quickly.

"Wait. Stephanie Waterson? How the fuck do you know about her?!" Diane asked, part of her knowing what was about to be said in response, and the other part needing confirmation.

"Stephanie...was Tracy's mom..."then Jason pointed at one of the Reapers as Diane turned to look at him.

"...and his sister...." Kurt suddenly lifted the skull mask off his head, revealing his face. Jason pointed to the other Reaper who also removed his mask, causing Diane to drop her jaw wide open.

"...and his wife. You remember Stan, right?"

"Oh my God...Stan..."

"That's right, you fucking bitch. You cost my wife her life...then took my daughter's...and grand baby's. You fucking DESERVE everything!" Stan said in a bout of rage, lunging towards Diane, but being stopped by Kurt as Jason held up a single finger.

"Hold on Stan...she needs to hear everything before she gets it." Jason said. Diane snapped her gaze back towards Jason, and he simply smiled at her before continuing.

"Turns out, Samantha was an intern for dad early in his career. They got together and fucked behind closed doors many times. Then, she got pregnant. She was 18 at the time and couldn't commit to a full job as a parent. Dad stepped up and took care of that baby. Then, one day...he met the bitch that would change his life in a strip club." Diane's eyes bore a hole into Jason.

"That's right. He met you! You didn't like the idea of dad taking care of a baby with someone at work, so...you, being the the psychopath that you are...ran Samantha back to California, away from dad...away from her baby. Away from me."

"Holy shit...so she's..." Stan said before Jason cut him off.

"This bitch isn't even my mom. My real mom...Samantha Stark...was run off from a decent job, and sent packing to California...where she had an unfortunate run in with David fucking Jefferson. She was murdered within the first week back in California."

Diane's face went pale immediately. She realized then and there that this visit wasn't about forgiveness, or transferring possession of a house and finances over. This visit had a deeper root than what she had expected.

Jason was forcing her out of his life. The boy that she helped bring up in life, as if he was actually her own son...the boy who grew up into a man...the boy she had loved all these years. He was here to pull the rug out from under her.

He was leaving her here alone. Left to pay the price of her sins. Left to rot.

"Jason...I'm sorry. I should have told you years ago..." Diane said, feeling the weight of defeat hit her like a ton of bricks.

"You know, I'm a man of my word. So, I'm going to be completely honest with you right now...Diane."

The sound of Jason calling her anything but "mom" after all these years was like a knife in her heart. The tears began to flow again. This pain was by far worse than the pain the Reapers has put her through...the rape sessions, the beatings, the broken rib.

Diane was simply crushed.

"I've felt for several years now...something was off with you and I. At first, I didn't know what it was. Then, when puberty hit...I started to notice you in a different manner. I felt horrible. Here I was, some 13 year old kid, and I found myself checking my mom out as she bent over in a low cut shirt, or walking away in a nice tight pair of jeans. It felt wrong, but I couldn't stop it. Then, I caught you in the shower one day...dad was working late, and you decided to take care of yourself. You had a dildo mounted to the wall of the shower, and you were going to town on in. First, on your knees and sucking it. Then, you backed up and fucked yourself senseless from behind. I couldn't stop watching. It felt wrong, but it was so hot...that day was the first time I jacked off. I did it while watching you."

Diane's eyes grew wide as Jasin gave his confession to her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Jason continued.

"Years went by. I dumped so many loads of cum watching you in the shower...or watching you fuck the gardener or pool cleaner...or watching you give dad some head from time to time. It felt so wrong...I mean, I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FUCKING MOM!!!" Diane shifted back in the chair, causing Jason to tone himself down a few notches.

"Then...you killed three people. You killed dad for fucking around with Tracy, even though you did the same thing for years! But then...I got some interesting information from Tim...you know...the guy you let use all three of your holes before you murdered innocent people? Ring a fucking bell?! Well...he told me you let him use your mouth, ass, and pussy in the same night."

Diane's face went red with embarrassment and she stumbled on her own words as she tried to speak.

"I...uh...I...he..."

"Cut the shit. Point is, he fucked you every way possible. Ways I fantasized about and felt guilty about for years! He told me every detail. Then, I find our that my REAL mom has been dead for years. So...that makes this next part easier."

Jason stood up from his chair, and Diane couldn't help but be worried and somehow curious at the same time. She didn't fully understand what was about to happen until she looked down and saw the bulge in Jason's jeans. She didn't even notice Jason motion the Reapers...Stan and Kurt as she now knew them by...to move beside her. It wasn't until Jason said two simple words that Diane realized what his plan was.

"Strip her."

"Jason! You can't do this! Think about what you're doing son!" Diane pleaded with the young man, but he walked up and firmly grabbed her on the side where her broken rib was. Diane let out a yelp of pain as he did that, and Jason smiled right in her face.

"I am NOT your son. You are NOT my mom. You murdered the people I cared about the most in this world, and you sold yourself to an old man in order to do so. He got all three of your holes...and now...so will I."

Jason took hid hand off her side and the other men ripped away at her clothes before forcing her to her knees. Diane tried to shake the men off of her as her shirt was torn clean off of her torso, exposing her breasts to the three men in the room. Her pants were next, followed by her underwear.

As she stood there completely naked, Jason took a long hard look at the woman he once called "mom". All of those years feeling guilty about those fantasies didn't matter now as the blood started to rush towards his cock. This bitch ruined his life and she wasn't even truly his mom. It was time to make her pay.

"Get on your fucking knees." Stan said, pushing a foot into the back of her knee to bend it downward. Diane tried to protest, and was answered by Jason walking up and grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head back hard.

"Let me make this real fucking clear to you Diane. You're going to take my dick in all of your holes whether you want to or not. If you fight it any more, these two will slam you spine first over that fucking table over and over until you can't move on your own will. Then, your crippled ass will take it in all your holes anyway. When I'm through with you, you'll end up in a hole out behind the prison. Or...you can be a good little bitch and show me just how sorry you are. Make your choice."

Diane knew what she had to do. She had to pleasure the young man she had raised up. She realized that she had been sold out by the man that last used her for his pleasure. She had given him an open invite to use her as he saw fit in order to pull off the murders, and even though she enjoyed it then, she couldn't imagine enjoying her son in the same manner...even if he wasn't actually hers. Jason pulled down on her hair hard once again, and she yelped in pain. He wanted his answer.

"Okay! I'll do it. I'll do it..." she said, wincing in pain as Jason kept a grip on her hair.

"No...say it the right way. What do you want?" Jason growled as he stared into her eyes just inches away from his own.

"Jason..."

"SAY IT!!!"

"I...I want your cock.." she finally said, shocked at the words coming from her mouth.

"Good. Get on your knees and I will start giving it to you."

Diane got down on her knees as commanded. Looking down at the floor for a moment, she couldn't believe what she said or what was about to happen. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she told herself to relax and that it would be over soon. She hoped it would be over soon.

Then, Jason stood directly in front of her, the bulge in his pants pointing slightly at her face, and he put a finger under her chin, lifting her eyes up towards him. He flashed a smile at her as he finished undoing his pants.

"Open up wide. I'm going to start out fucking that mouth of yours." Jason said, placing a hand on the back of her head. Diane instantly felt defeated, but accepted it and fixed her head back to the position it needed to be in for him to take her mouth.

For the first time since he was still in diapers, Diane saw Jason's cock. She realized how long and thick he became, and she knew it then and there.

This session was going to be rough.

Without another second to think this over, Jason took the choice away from Diane. He shoved his cock all the way into her mouth in a single move. He held the back of her head and kept her in place with his entire shaft cutting off her air supply. Diane tried to fight it, but couldn't help but gag at the sudden invasion of her throat. As Jason kept her in place, Diane felt more weakened by the second as she was being suffocated with a rather large cock.

Jason finally let go, and Diane's natural instinct was to back away immediately and catch her breath. As she gasped, sucking in several deep breaths, Jason simply laughed.

"Oh Diane...you poor woman. We're only getting started." Jason said, watching Diane's eyes grow wide with fear before she closed them tightly, trying to fight back the tears as Jason rammed his cock back into her mouth and throat, this time thrusting his hard member in and out at a vicious pace and intensity.

As Diane gagged on spit and Jason's cock, wondering how long she was going to make it as Jason continued his game of suffocating her with his dick, Jason was brought back to memories of his sessions with Tracy. The woman he loved was also the woman of his deepest sexual desires, and she could handle his cock like a pro. Diane, in spite of gagging and choking, was far closer to Tracy than Rachel had been as far as skill. This led Jason to wondering how well she could handle it elsewhere.

"Ahh fuck, you're good Diane." Jason said, pulling his cock out of her mouth and giving her a much needed breathing opportunity. "Stand up and bend over the table. I need to try that ass."

"Jason! Please don't do that!!! I can't handle your size back there!" Diane pleaded between breaths, her eyes opened wide with fear of the pain. Jason grabbed her by the throat and looked her in the eye as he went to speak.

"You don't get a fucking say in the matter! You took three lives...three lives of three people that meant the world to me! I'm taking it out on all three of your holes!"

Jason let go of her throat and grabbed her by the hair, standing her up as he pulled. With a good handful of hair, Jason led Diane to the table in the room, only to force her to bend over. As she was bent over forcefully, the pressure of the table against her broken rib made Diane draw in a pain filled breath, followed by a rush of tears down her cheeks. She felt Jason's hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he placed the head of his dick against her asshole. Jason removed one hand from her ass, and held his cock steady as he aimed at his target.

"Be happy that you get sloppy when you're face fucked. Otherwise, this wouldn't be lubed up at all!"

With that, Jason pushed his cock inside Diane's ass all the way to his balls. Diane screamed in pain, and Jason started pounding away on her ass as the two guards watched.

"No no no no no...Jason please stop this! It's....it's too mmmuch!" Diane pleaded as Jason slammed into her ass harder and faster with every stroke. Jason replied with a hard slap on her ass as he thrust inside and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling back on her head, bringing it to an upright position.

"Will you guys be so kind as to take turns shutting this bitch up?" Jason asked the two guards. Both men smiled as they approached, unzipping their pants and unbuckling their belts, dropping their pants to the ground and taking off their boxers right after. Both of their cocks came to life right in front of Diane's face. Stan was the first one to shove his cock down her throat, and the spitroast had begun.