[In progress]Broken In (Multi-chapter, Futa/m, light BDSM, Blackmail)

Story by LittleGrue

Someone asked me if I'd post my HF story, Broken In, on here. So... yeah. The story is still a work in progress and nowhere close to complete. I'll be updating with chapters as I post them on HF. Fair warning, the first chapter contains no obvious Futa; though it does contain sex. That quickly changes in Chapter 2. Also, there's some very mild violence in chapter 2, if that's not your thing, I assure you that it falls off in later chapters and isn't a reoccuring theme.

Feel free to offer any critiques and, if you enjoy the story, please hop over to HF and give it a ☻.

Tags: Futa/m, BDSM, Blackmail, Trap, Speaking dirty in French, Cobb Salads, Underwear that say things across the butts, Canadian maple syrup, Jedi Jar Jar Binks, Black licorice, and... I don't know... stuff.

To say Nikki was pissed would be an understatement of immense proportions. Spring break was starting and it was his senior year of high school. He should be out having wild parties, not grounded at home with a babysitter. He was 17 for God's sake. The last time he'd needed someone to watch him he still thought Power Rangers were cool. Not that any of this had moved his mother on the issue. She had no interest in compromising on his punishment.

Last month his mother had been going through his room, he could only guess snooping, and stumbled across his pot stash. She had been livid with him, despite it barely being enough for a joint or two and despite the fact that he had always been a straight “A” student. After a night of chewing him out for his choice of friends, irresponsible behavior, and lack of ambition (code for him joining the chess club instead of the football team) she had decided that the failing was in her parenting skills (not a point he would argue) and that she had been far too lenient with him (a point he'd disagree with quite strongly). You'd think he'd been selling meth out of the garage, not doing a little 420 to relax during midterms. Still, despite her long speech about failing him as a mother, she wasn't about to cancel her own spring break plans. So here Nikki was, stuck at home with what he could only imagine would be a half senile old lady while his mother sipped Mai Tai's on a North Carolina beach.

His mother packed the last of her skirts into her suitcase and zipped it close, glaring at him as he sulked on her bed.

“I swear, if I hear anything about you giving the babysitter any shit or you hanging out with your loser friends, the next time you see the outside of your bedroom will be when you're moving into your dorm and out of my hair. Do I make myself clear, Nicholas? I don't want any of your games. I'm paying a lot of money for this woman to watch your ass all week.”

He returned the glare with a snide look of his own. He hated when she called him by his full name. “Whatever. Have fun banging some loser in North Carolina.”

His mother sniffed, giving him a particularly cold look. “I'll do just that, God knows I need it after all the crap you put me through.”

Nikki was just about to respond with something that he could only imagine would have been cutting and witty when the doorbell interrupted them.

Dragging her suitcase behind her, his mother rushed to answer the door while Nikki sullenly trailed along behind her. When she opened the door Nikki found himself unprepared for the sight that met him. The woman greeting them was significantly younger than the old bat he'd envisioned, probably not much older than 23. She stood over him by a good couple inches, something he felt a big self conscious about. She had a tight body and it was clear she worked out, even with the flowing top. He'd almost describe it as a runners body if it weren't for her ample hips. What really stood out though was her spun strawberry blonde hair which was complimented nicely by a dusting of freckles.

His mother forced a smile that didn't quite make it to her eyes as she ushered the woman in. “Hi. Lauren isn't it? Come on in. I hate to do this to you but I need to catch my plane. The guest room is made up and there's frozen dinners in the freezer. Phone number and contact info is on the fridge in case you need to get in touch with me if there's a problem...” she cast Nikki another of her patented glares “though there had better not be.” Without even waiting for a response, his mother rushed through the door to the car, leaving Lauren to close it.

Lauren turned around, eyebrows raised. “Well now, that