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This was first submitted as part of a novel-length story

DANA’S SACRIFICE

On the pavement outside one of the workers’ cafés by the wharves Grigori leant back expansively in his iron bistro chair, raising a glass of raki to his full lips. He was enjoying the situation, relishing Katya’s nervousness as she visibly shrank into her seat before him, trembling deliciously.

“My family vault is unattended overnight” she said, handing him the key. “There will be no question of embalming and no need for an autopsy,” she went on “so my body will be washed and ready for you”.

“It could still go wrong,“ he grinned “you might still live”. She looked away, confused. Grigori took her hand in what an onlooker would have thought was a reassuring gesture. “Understand me.” he said in a quiet, commanding tone “It is all in hand. The escape should be a simple thing – will be a simple thing, unless you are betraying us”. Katya gripped Grigori’s hand and stared into his eyes.

“Then command me to prove myself” she begged, in a low voice.

“You have been filmed with the dogs” he replied “and that footage can be used for blackmail. Of course, it will be released when you are dead and your memory will be utterly defiled”. Her eyes widened and her tongue churned behind sharp, white teeth. “But we sent for you today to take you beyond that” he continued, chillingly. Katya lowered her eyes and her trembling fingers fell slowly away from his. He stood, put down a banknote to cover the bill, and headed across the road without a word.

She followed him along the towpath at a discrete distance and then through deserted streets at the edge of town to a district of condemned factories and warehouses, isolated behind barbed wire and warning notices. She lost sight of him for a moment, and then a light truck was driving through the empty roads towards her. As it drew alongside the tailgate lowered and Katya quickly climbed inside. She sat on a bench in the dark and empty interior while they drove over potholed roads for an hour.

When the van stopped, Grigori clambered into the back to blindfold her and led her through the warm sunlight for a few minutes and then into a building where he uncovered her eyes. She was in a deconsecrated chapel, part of some old religious institution or great landowner’s estate. There was air conditioning and some of the furnishings were new, and out-of-place, such as the rack of torture implements. Waiting for her in the candlelight she recognised Grigori’s allies Andrei and Leon, her torturer. This was no more than she had anticipated throughout the sexual torment of her journey but she was genuinely shocked to see Dana amongst them, her slim, boyish figure more exposed than clothed by a white, Grecian chiton. Katya looked from man to man, unsure.

“Strip” Leon ordered. Grigori held up his hand when Katya was naked but for stockings and shoes. She was eager to display herself however they wished, but still ached to be told what was expected of her. Then Dana climbed onto the altar and spread her legs open, stretching her arms behind her head.

“Kill me” she said in her low, thrilling voice. Katya found herself drifting towards her young friend and student, and like an automaton accepted the long knife Leon handed her without ever taking her eyes from the pale, half-clad body. Standing at the altar she stroked the blade and sharp point with her fingertips, licked her lips and slowly lay herself down beside Dana, lazily reaching out to caress her short blonde hair.

“Kill you?” she whispered, gently gripping her chin to run the tip of the cold steel blade delicately across her white throat. Dana sighed. Brushing aside white cotton to circle the girl’s hard nipples with her fingertips, Katya licked her friend’s cheek and nibbled her ear. Their bodies smoothed together.

“I know you have dreamed of this” Katya breathed. Dana wrapped her leg around Katya’s and ground their hips together, stretching her head back to moan her pleasure aloud. Katya glanced over her shoulder at the men. They looked on impassively and she knew that they were challenging her without words, that she was expected to pass this test without any guidance. Seizing the hem of Dana’s tunic, she slashed it open, drew the edge of the knife across first Dana’s left breast then the right – just firmly enough to draw blood – and then ran it gently down her belly until it pricked at her pubic mound. When she licked tenderly at Dana’s throbbing nipples the younger woman moaned and her shaven cunt gaped moistly. Katya felt herself dripping too and put her mouth softly to Dana’s; their tongues met and she whimpered when the cold blade pricked at her pubes, starting crimson drops against her alabaster skin. She stroked Katya’s glossy brown hair and ran her fingers down her ribs and over her hips sighing and panting. Without breaking their kiss Katya traced the point of the blade along the contours of Dana’s slowly undulating body, from the collarbone down to her parted thighs and back again, scoring a pattern of shallow cuts into her firm young flesh. She drew her index finger delicately along the deeper cuts to gather the blood and smeared it around her lips. They kissed and moaned into each other’s mouths; Dana caressed Katya’s knife hand and entwined their legs even closer.

Katya pinched Dana’s bleeding nipple hard and pulled at the flesh of her pert breast. She pushed the point of the knife into the taut, smooth skin and pierced it completely, pressing her loins close to Dana’s the while, and licking the hot tears from the girl’s high cheekbone. Her mouth trailed down the sweating throat and chest to lick with exquisite delicacy at the oozing wound in Dana’s bosom then she nipped the other nipple in her white teeth and pulled slowly, but firmly. Again, she pierced the small breast completely. Dana groaned long and low, and her hands locked in Katya’s hair and over her knife-hand, pressing her cruel mouth to the nipple and trapping the knife in her flesh. Her slender legs clamped even tighter around Katya’s waist and thighs.

Katya held the knife between their lips and together they kissed and licked at the blade – then she lifted it high above her head. Dana’s eyes were unfocused and her lids drooped as she lay back on the altar, welcoming her bright steel lover. Her lips parted and she sighed.

“The Pallid Mask” she said, then both women screamed in wild ecstasy as Katya slammed the knife down into Dana’s heart. Her body strained violently upwards, froze rigid for a few moments while juices sprayed from her twitching cunt and then fell back lifeless. Katya took a long while to collect herself, gazing dreamily into Dana’s staring eyes, and then wrenched the knife from her ribcage with a wet sucking sound. Blood welled out of the wound and streamed over her flanks and flat stomach to pool around her. Katya turned the dead face to hers and kissed her victim’s open mouth deeply and lingeringly.

She looked around when Grigori laid a hand on her shoulder. The men held cleavers and knives and she noticed that they wore aprons and leather gloves. Katya stood aside and watched them close in on Dana’s corpse and set to work, slicing into the belly and pulling out handfuls of steaming entrails.

“Come” Grigori said, and he took her elbow to guide her away from the altar, towards the oaken door that led from the chapel. In a daze, she went content and unquestioning.

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my wife made me do it

in case you didn’t read part one let me catch you up . It started with my cock and balls wrapped tight in pantys and ended with 4 wicked mistresses teaseing the head of my prick till i
blew the best cum of my life.
its been a few weeks since then and my mistresses have shown no mercy. i don’t even own mens underwear any more . strickly my wife , the most important misstress of all insist my balls be covered with lace. i may wear a suit to work but theres pantys under that. She says its the only way a panty boy should dress.
anyway my wife said she had a surprise for me when i got home from work . i couldn’t wait to see what she had in mind. when i got home i walked into the house and my wife was beautiful.
long brown hair ,sexy dom outfit on and there was a couple sitting on the couch. a slightly plump
blonde and a thin black man.
my wife said to me that this was her friends and i was to treat them as master and mistress.
my face blushed when she said this right in front of them. they all laught and my wife swatted
me on the ass and said ” i’ve laid out on the bed upstairs what i want you to wear now move it “
when i got up there it was a sexy maids outfit. panties ,stockings , the whole bit. i put it on and noticed that the panties had a hole cut in the front and the back , my ass and balls hung free in the
cool wind.
when i got down stairs i didn’t see my wife anywhere . i asked where she was and she said she had a date and would be home later. “now get on your knees the blonde demanded. i could tell i should waiste no time so i did and she pulled something out of a bag she had. It was a thin flogger and she proceeded to whip my ass . not just my ass either , she aimed for the hole as much as she could . i really stung and got my attention fast.
once my asshole was throbbing she jammed a butt plug up my ass and wiggled it to make sure
it was in place good . she then came around front of me and growled ” eat my pussy ” and she settle down onthe ground so i could bury my face in her snatch. i ate like there was no tomarrow.
as i was eatting that sweet pussy of hers i heard her moans muffled. i looked up to see that guy she was with was getting a great blow job from her.
once they were both ready to cum she stopped the action and laid on the floor in front of my face on her side. he slid in behind her and started to pull his big black member in and out of her tunnel. she screamed at me to eat her clit while he scewed her. as hard as i tride not to come in contact with his huge pulsing black cock while eating her pussy at the same time proved impossible. my touge was all over both of them as they screwed to a huge cum.
at that point she insisted i clean his black cum out of her twiching box. the shame of it all was intence. meanwhile my boner is swinging in the air un touched.
roxy, thats the blondes name ,said at that point that it was my turn to blow. so she made me lie flat on my back and said jerk it panty boy as she tossed me her panties , soaked with cum of corse. so i wrapped my balls in them and started to jack my cock off for her . the pressure was building in my balls and i was huffing and puffing just waiting for her to tell me i could blow when
she grabbed her nipples and started squeesing milk out of them and down onto my twiching cockhead.
the spurts came fast and i felt like my soul came bubbling out onto my chest and stomach.
she made me taste some of my own jizz as i finished. when i opened my eyes my wife was standing over me with a belt saying “i never told you that it was ok to cum…….your asshole will pay dearly for that one………….more in part 3

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fucked hard

had them crawl all the way into the bedroom. There I sat back on the foot of the bed and had them stand before me. On my signal Mahima came over and started taking off my shoes while I ordered Karishma and Kareena.

“Spread your legs, girls.” They did.

“Wider”, they obeyed, spreading their legs about 2 and a half feet wide. Kareena gasped as she felt the cold air of the room caress her bare pussy in that micro-dress.

“Hands behind your head”, again silent, unhesitating compliance. Even Kareena was obeying without any objection. Less for fulfilling her promise and more from the animal fires burning between her legs, I thought.

After the shoes and socks I let Mahima take off my pants and stood up to closely inspect my newly acquired slaves. Moving around Kareena in a tight, close circle I could sense her heavy breathing, her heaving breasts and her racing heart. Her body was on fire and she was shifting her weight nervously, needing desperately to be touched and fucked. From behind her I put my hand on her bare ass cheek under the skimpy, short dress. Even as I started to slowly caress her soft firm ass she gasped and moaned like a tortured animal.

Softly I ran a finger in her tight ass crack, she stepped wider pushing her ass back, wanting more. I smiled to myself as I saw the good girl, the proud and prudish princess turn into a wanton slut before my eyes. I touched her hot tight ass hole with my fingertip and far from voicing an objection she pushed back, trying to get in more of my finger into her most private hole. I slowly started playing with her hot ass hole, pushing my fingertip into her virgin hole just a little bit.

She uttered a guttural moan “unnnnnnhhh, More…Please!”

Isn’t that a Chinese curse, “May you get what you wish for!”

She realized why it’s a curse when my invading finger rammed in deep into her small and tight ass hole, making every pore of her body scream with pain. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”

I got hard when I heard that animal scream from her young angelic lips. I ran my left hand down her soft back as I let her get used to the thick probing finger deep in her most intimate hole. My left hand moves to her front, softly caressing her bare chest, touching her neck a bit, then crossing in front of her I took hold of her soft, silky hair on the other side. Pulling it a little roughly I made her turn her face towards me with a jerk.

I pressed my hot demanding lips on her soft luscious lips, kissing her with a rough, wanton passion that made her even more horny and she gave in to it by opening her mouth to let my tongue enter. Mmmmmmmm, her soft wet mouth was so sweet and hot. But what was sweeter was her submission. I sucked her deep, massaging her sweet tongue with mine, exploring deep in her mouth. She kissed me back, sucking my tongue, and moving her ass on my finger at the same time. When I broke the kiss, her face looked flushed, like she was on the verge of an explosion.

“Where is my finger, Kareena?”

“In..in my ass, sir!”

“And are you liking it?” I asked with a sly smile.

Only then did she realize that she’d been pushing her ass up and down on my finger, slowly but effectively fucking her own ass with my finger. Oh, how I love that look on the face of a young girl when she realizes she has become a slut. She looked down as she said, “Yes, sir!”

Suddenly I pulled out my finger completely and left her saying, “Hands on your knees and spread your legs wider!” and stepped towards Karishma. Kareena obeyed instantly, her mind just needing release and not able to focus on any alien concept like self-respect, dignity or pride. She was just a slut needing to be fucked and I was the guy who could give it to her the fastest. She was mine to take anyway I wanted.

Stepping behind Karishma, I rubbed her soft bare back, playing with the thin straps of her tight, small top. She moaned as my thumbs moved down, pressing on her bare spine all the way down to her waist. Then I grabbed her firm ass cheeks through the thin see-through dress and pulled them apart, kneading and squeezing while my tongue played with her straps. Taking the soft mound of flesh under her shaved armpit in my mouth I bit and sucked hard. She moaned uncontrollably loud. I moved my thumbs in her ass crack, rubbing the soft, thin fabric of her dress in her tight little ass crack, opening her wide. I could see the dress sticking to her thighs where her juices were making it wet.

Slowly I undid the straps of her top and pulled it off of her gorgeous tits which were standing out like twin peaks. I took hold of those gorgeous tits of hers and humped her ass with a hard thrust, my thick rod pushing her tight buttocks apart. “Unh!” she grunted as her body was pressed forward by the hard thrust. And then I gave her another.

“Oh God! Fuck me please!!” She begged. Suddenly I left her and went to get my digital camera from the drawer. I took a shot of Karishma from the front, with her legs open wide and bared as they pushed out of the dress slits, her tits bare and hard, her face all flushed with lust. “Put your hand on your pussy” I instructed and she instantly followed. Click.

“Rub it, rub the dress on your bare pussy baby.”

“Yes, sir!” she said and moaned with her head tilted back. Click.

“Pinch your nipples.” Click.

“Squeeze your tits, knead them hard.” Soft tits bare and kneaded hard by her hands, her face full of lust and animal hunger. Click.

Then I moved to stand before Kareena. She was waiting with her hands on her knees, her tits peaking from the low-cut, tight dress, her pussy juices flowing down her thighs. I took a shot from the front and one from the back.

“Put your hands on the foot of the bed and keep those legs spread.” Even I was surprised how readily she did that, knowing well her young wet pussy and her tight ass were fully exposed in that position. I took a picture of that.

“Karishma take off your dress”, I snapped while I guided Kareena with my fingers gripping her hair to a kneeling position on the bed with knees open wide. This way half of her pussy was visible and half hidden under the dress…mmmmmmmmm…sensational. Click.

Then I made Kareena go on all fours and took shots from all angles, especially behind her. She was soaking wet now.

I took Karishma’s thin, transparent black dupatta and tied it around her waist like a micro sarong, her wet pussy visible through the thin sheen. I took more pictures of her in that, front with the pussy visible, then the dupatta stuck to the wet pussy, then back with the thin rag trying to cover only a fraction of her tight ass crack. She was like putty in my hands, doing anything I asked, posing anyway I said, no matter how exposing, obscene or embarrassing.

Then I had Kareena take off her dress and also took off Karishma’s little rag. I had them bend over with their hands on the foot of the bed and their legs open and their private parts staring into the camera. Oh, the twin asses and pussies looked so arousing.

Then more shots on the bed, with the girls behaving like lesbians touching and licking. For the final shot I had them push one finger into each other’s pussy. But as Karishma’s finger entered Kareena’s tight pussy she exploded and came all over Karishma’s hand. Karishma was not far behind, with one thrust of Kareena’s long finger she convulsed and started pushing wave after wave of cum on to her hand.

Now, this was too much for me. Shedding my shorts I got on the bed and had them put their hands on the headboard with their asses towards me. God, what a sight! Without wasting one moment, I got behind Kareena and pushed my hard, aching cock deep into her tight, dripping cunt. She grunted as he body rocked forward by the impact of my hard stroke. Another hard thrust, going deeper into her soft, burning hot cunt and she moaned, “Oh yes, fuck me. Please. Fuck me hard.”

“Why should I fuck you, bitch? What are you to me?”

“I am your slut, your fucktoy. Please use me. Fuck me.”

Her young, small body was throbbing in tune with my thick hard cock and I make her rock again and again with hot hard strokes that impaled her wet tight cunt so deep. Karishma was too horny to just watch, she came closer and started licking and sucking my neck, then my chin and cheeks. When she kissed my lips I kissed her back intensely, putting one hand on her bare back. We sucked and licked, our tongued battling hard, sometimes in a mouth sometimes in the air.

I never stopped fucking Kareena, opening her tight cunt wide with my huge thick cock, making her grunt and scream like a bitch in heat. Presently she started to cum again, “oh god…I am cumming…fuck me please…don’t stop!”, she begged like a whore. I pounded her tight cunt hard and deep as my right hand slipped lower, on Karishma’s ass rubbing her cunt and ass crack. Suddenly my hot rod exploded in Kareena’s cunt, filling her hot, young pussy with my load of cum. She pushed back, matching stroke for stroke, trying to get more and more of my throbbing hot cock into her hungry little cunt. Finally, she collapsed on the bed, exhausted and sated with a relaxed look on her young pretty face.

But Karishma was all ready to go. Even without any order she was licking and cleaning my cum-soaked cock.

* * * * *

Karishma’s warm, soft tongue got my semi-hard cock to fully hard and erect again in no time. Placing one hand on her chest I pushed her back on the bed, she opened her legs immediately offering me the tresures of her girlhood fully wet and ready to be used. I took hold of her sexy legs just below the knees and spread them really wide while I put them on my shoulders. This way she was totally spread, her pussy lips open and her pink pussy lips visible. She guided my long hard rod to the tight little opening of her cunt and I pushed in without any ceremony, just plunging deep into her soft little cunt so hard that she yelped like a puppy, “Ow!”

Mahima started to lick Kareena’s cum soaked pussy and thigh eliciting hot moans from the young slut.

Pulling my cock out until only the head was in Karishma’s cunt, I gave her another hard, really deep stroke that pushed her body forward on the bedsheet and hurt her tight little cunt from the inside forcing her to scream louder this time, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddd!”

Her head was thrashing about and she was biting her lip expecting anther similar assault on her soft little cunt. And she was right. When I had slowly pulled my cock out to the point where the head was just keeping her pussy hole open, I paused for a second and then rammed it back home, with my force and power, hitting the deep end in her tight little cunt as the long thick monster had no deeper to go. And…the unbearable pain in the most private and delicate part of her body made Karishma explode like a bomb.

She let go with a huge load of cum on my cock buried deep in her cunt and when I pulled out and rammed in with another hard thrust she spurted another load, her whole body vibrating like jelly in an earthquake, her breathing all out of control but her words were, “Oh fuck me! Use me, I am just a dirty whore, fuck the hell out of me…”

Using one hand to grip her hair and the other one on her ass I bent her over the headboard again. By now, Kareena had recovered from the hardest orgasm of her life and was watching interestedly. Her eyes and mouth opened wide when she saw me open Karishma’s legs wide and place my raging hard cock on her tight little ass hole.

The first few strokes I was gentle with Karishma’s ass, pushing in and out with just a centimeter of my cockhead then a little deeper and deeper until she started enjoying it and actually started to buck her hips to take it deeper in her hot tight tunnel. That’s when I gave it to her. One hard ramming stroke and the whole thick rod was deep in her tight ass causing her head to jerk upright and an ear-piercing scream filled the room, “Aaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!”

I left it buried deep in her tight ass while my hands roamed all over her naked body, touching her boobs, squeezing them, caressing her chest moving softly on her belly. I bit the soft flesh on her side and under her arm while I gently moved the hot thick cock back and forth in her ass.

When I pulled it back further out, she became nervous, her body all tense and her back arched anticipating another brutal thrust like the last one. I didn’t disappoint her. With one forceful deep thrust I penetrated her tight ass deeper than last time.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Her scream was as passionate to match the stroke! With that she came again, erupting a hot flow of cum which wetted the sheets between her legs.

Kareena was watching the whole scene with interest, her own body tense and nervous to her sister’s ass being fucked like that; when Karishma came Kareena’s body shook all over from the sheer intensity of watching but when she saw that I didn’t stop when Karishma came but started pounding her ass in hard long strokes of my thick, hard, throbbing cock her eyes got wider and then suddenly she started convulsing, spraying Mahima’s face with her hot cum as she was still licking Kareena’s delicious wet pussy.

The sight of Kareena’s cute, scared face and her hot little body in the throes of a slutty orgasm pushed me over the edge and I shot a huge load of hot cum into Karishma’s ass. With each deep hard stroke, I sprayed the walls of her ass with a fresh shot of cum. Karishma’s body shook all over and she spurted out some more cum on the bed and then collapsed with her face in the sheets and her legs obscenely spread open.

I looked into Kareena’s eyes and patted the headboard, inviting her to take her place. She swallowed hard, knowing it was inevitable but scared to the bone. If I had used her young, tight cunt that rough, what would I do to her ultra-tight, young, virgin ass! But there was that morbid fascination which pulled her to me. Slowly she got up, like a goat going to slaughter, and put her hands on the headboard, spreading her legs.

I got behind her and roughly spread her legs even wider, until she yelped with her tight pussy being pulled apart so badly. Placing the length of my thick cock on her pussy slit I started rubbing it back and forth on her soppy pussy slit slick with juices and cum. With one hand I pulled Mahima’s hair positioning her between Kareena’s legs from the belly side, just under my cock.

Like an obedient little girl, she started licked my hot rod. I pushed one finger into Kareena’s, her gasp was so sexy as she felt my thick finger move deeper into her ultra-tight hole, each digit opening her small hole wider until the whole long finger was buried in her ass to the hilt. I fingered her ass slowly in and out in tune with Mahima’s ministrations on my pecker. Sandwiched between Kareena’s soft, young pussy and Mahima’s greedy hot tongue my cock soon grew hard again.

Slowly, with deliberation I inserted the long rod into her tight ass, pushing it in a little at a time. With every little thrust she whimpered like a kitten, feeling the throbbing hot beast open her tightest of ass and penetrate deeper and deeper.

I could only get 3 inches of the hot meatrod into her ass before I had to stop. Then I pulled out an inch and pushed in harder, to go in 2 inches, it worked but caused Kareena to scream like a banshee. I did the same thing again, building a rhythm, pushing my hot cock deeper into her tight ass with every thrust. Kareena gripped the headboard tightly until her knuckles were white. With every thrust into her ass her head jerked up in time with her scream.

The friction in her hot tight little hole was incredible and it was turning me harder which was making it tough to go in faster or deeper. Then I just pulled out my cock almost all the way in with just one inch of the hot cockhead keeping her tight hole open.

Slowly I rubbed my hands up on her bare waist towards her back, touching her bare spine, loving the feeling of having this young, gorgeous starlet totally nude under me with my cock in her most private of holes. My big hands caressed her soft round shoulders and gripped tight, just then I rammed my hard cock into her tight ass, so deep and hard it impaled her ass painfully deep. Her head jerked up, her back arched, her whole body behaving like a shot doe and her scream totally setting her whole body shaking and vibrating, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiii aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnhhhhh!”

My cock was almost all the way in now, I let it stay there, throbbing wildly while I rubbed down Kareena’s back, softly, gently. Even with all this painful fucking her pussy was dripping like mad and Mahima was licking and sucking it all. Presently the pain subsided and Kareena got used to having the huge thick cock in her tight ass. I slowly pulled out a few inches and moved in again, fucking her deliciously hot ass with my stiff cock.

Slowly she got used to the thick rod fucking her tight little hole in and out and her screams turned to moaning. She even started to buck her hips in tune with my thrusts, impaling herself on my cock. I gripped her shoulders and caressed and touched her soft cheeks, her soft neck and behind her neck. Just as she started enjoying the hot ass fucking I increased the pace and her moans turned back to screams,

“aaaa, aaannh,..ungghhh…aaaaaa!” One stroke, one scream,

“aaaaa”…”aaaahhh”…”aaannnhh”.

My thrusts got so hard, ripping her tight little ass open as my balls slapped her pussy, and it got too much for her. With her next scream she came hard spurting cum all over Mahima face.

At just that moment I pulled out my cock all but the head and rammed it home all the way deep into her ass and started pounding her tight ass deep and hard in forceful, merciless strokes that made her feel used like a slut and her pussy exploded in wave after wave of hot cum which Mahima sucked and swallowed greedily. And then it was my turn. My hot cock exploded in her ass and started pumping loads of hot cum into her tight ass.

I kept pounding her hot ass with my wet, hot cock in really deep hard thrusts as my hot cum flooded her ass hole. She screamed with each thrust and her pussy responded with more flowy white liquid. Mahima lapped it all up, my juices and Kareena’s swallowing every drop.

Finally, we slept. About 3 in the night, I had to get up for a nature call. When I came back Kareena was sleeping on her right side, totally naked, her left leg on the upper side, bent a little while her right was straight. Her ass looked so tight and firm that way, inviting me to use her hot little body.

I slapped her hard on the bare ass and she woke up with a jerk. Grabbing her hair roughly, I positioned her on her knees with her head on the bed and spread her legs. Then I proceeded to fuck her tight little ass which was already sore from the earlier fucking. Her screams woke Mahima and karishma and they got some action too. Mahima finally getting a thick ramming cock in her holes tonight.

All in all, it was a good night. The day, of course, is another story!

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It was dark and we’d been driving for about four hours when she said she wanted to stretch her legs. We still had about another three hours to go and I didn’t need to be in until tomorrow so we weren’t in any hurry. I told her the next rest stop we came to I’d stop. About three more miles down the highway I pulled into a dimly lit rest stop and parked next to the small building that housed the bathrooms. She got out and walked around a bit before she headed into the women’s bathroom. I quickly picked up the trash we had accumulated throughout the trip and headed for the restrooms as well.

After I tossed the bag of trash into the garbage Karen came out and washed her hands, smiling at me through the dirty mirror. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist as I kissed the back of her neck. She moaned lightly which echoed in the small tiled bathroom. I got a naughty idea. No one was around but us; I could mess with her easily and have my way with her. As we walked back to the car I slid my hands up her body to her breasts. It was slightly chilly so her nipples were already hard and pressed against her thin t-shirt.

She turned around and embraced me as she pressed her soft lips against mine as we leaned against her side of the car. Our tongues roamed each other’s mouths. I slid my hands up her shirt and cupped her breasts. As our kissed continued I raised my arms up pulling her shirt up with them revealing her perfect tits. I leaned down and flicked my tongue around her nipples, teasing her with random touches as I lifted her shirt over her head. Between my attention and the chill in the air, her nipples couldn’t have gotten any harder. Her long brown hair fell to her chest and shoulders once the t-shirt was completely off.

I pressed my body against hers again and kissed her. I could feel her breasts pushing against mine. She leaned forward and began to kiss at my neck working her way up to my earlobe. “I want you baby.” She moaned into my ear and pulled my shirt over my head. Once my shirt was off I opened the car door and got in, laying the seat all the way back. She looked down at me and smiled. We were both only down to our sweat pants. She climbed over me as she got into the car, her breasts hanging inches from my face. She sat in the drivers seat and leaned it as far back as it would go. As she did so, she reached back into her bag and after a few seconds of rummaging she found her dildo.

“You came prepared I see.” “Well, if you got the job I wanted to celebrate.” “And what if I don’t?” “We’re still gonna have some fun Katie,” she said with a smirk, “Now we’ve gotta do something about those sweat pants though baby.” She started tugging at the waist but couldn’t get them past my hips until I lifted my ass from the seat. Before I knew it she had worked my pants down my legs and off my feet. I moved to take off hers but she told me she had something in mind for me.

I quivered at the thought. She’s always been a little vixen and I don’t know why that surprised me as much as it did. She slid the pink marbleized silicone cock over my shoulder and down to my chest, circling my hard nipples. She let the cool shaft graze over the tips of my nipples as she carefully and slowly moved the dildo down my body. As she reached my mound she turned her hand so the head of the fake cock rested right at the tip of my slit. She smiled at me as she pressed it against my lips, easily penetrating them and touching my clit.

Waves of anticipation roared through my body and I felt myself grow intensely wet. She slid the dildo further down making sure my lips were surrounding the sides of the shaft and began to tease my hole. She pulled the cock up then pushed it back down, each time letting the dildo enter deeper into my pussy. She looked into my eyes as she worked the cock around my pussy, teasing me with it. The seductive look in her eyes told me she wasn’t going to stop until I came.

I closed my eyes as I felt the cock penetrate me fully. It completely filled my tight pussy and I squeezed around it. She brought her other hand over and let her fingers to start a slow steady rhythm along my swollen clit as she began to fuck my pussy with the fake cock.

My entire body rocked with the flow of the cock, causing the car to rock as well. My breathing had sped up and my moans grew louder as she pumped the dildo in and out of my pussy. She placed a finger on either side of my clit and began to wiggle them. I was totally consumed in the pleasure she was giving me. I rocked my hips, fondled my own breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers causing my climax to build.

As my body writhed in the seat she read the signs and increased her movements. She pumped the cock in and out faster and stroked my throbbing clit harder with her fingers. I had gotten so loud I couldn’t hear her light moans anymore. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body until my orgasm reached its peak. I held my breath as it washed over me, my back arched and I pressed firmly against her hands. My entire body quivered as she slowly brought me down, easing her strokes until she was sure I was finished.

As she leaned forward to kiss me she carefully removed the dildo from my wetness, wrapped it in the towel, and placed it back in the bag. After I caught my breath I brought the seat back up and pulled on my sweats and t-shirt. She’d already dressed watched me as I did. Our eyes met and she giggled, “That was for good luck.” “I don’t need any luck when you’re around. But I do think you’ll need to drive. I can’t feel my legs.” I handed her the keys and we were off.

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Wee Jock gives it one last go before he has his cock off

Introduction:

Wee Jock decided to become a ltrans woman so he can play football for his local ladies team and tells his mate Andy and Andy’s girlfriend Morag what he is going to do

An ordinary rainy night in a Glasgow Pub in the Scottish area of England

A man neatly dressed in dinner jacket, white open neck shirt and a neat black kilt walked in.

“Wee Jock McLeish as I live and breathe,” Andy Cameron suddenly announced as he looked up from his whiskey, “Whit ye daein here in Glasgie, and in a kult?”

Jock swiftly replied “Ah Andy man, uts nae a kult uts a skirt, uts nae tartan see.”

“Eh?” Andy queried, he turned to the girl he was drinking with. “Eh Morag, Wee Jock here is wearin a skirt.”

“Its a Kilt you twat,” Morag explained.

“No its a skirt,” Jock explained, “Ah’m transitioning tae a wooman, Ah’m weain’ a skirt as a part oh it.”

“Really?” Morag asked.

“Aye, Ah’m transitioning tae a lesbeen,” Jock explained

”Ah ken its been a while but youse was a pussy fiend when youse was last around these parts,” Andy observed.

Jock continued. “Ah been down London an’ I thought I was hame sick and I saw a shrink an she said she used to be a guy and she was never happy until she transitionated and had her balls cut off and she thought I might be the same like.”

“Whit, You a Homo?” Andy asked stunned.

“No, I’m becoming a Lesbeen,” Jock explained, “No more willy flopping agen ma lags, ut’ll be grand.”

“You’ll need to shave your beard,” Morag said and she called her friend over, “Janet, wee Jock here is transitionin’ tae a Lesbeen

Janet was shocked, “What about yer beard?”

“Ah grewed it for one last time afore ah has me whatsits chopped,” Jock explained, “Ah doon like ma coke and balls slappin’ ma thigh, ah wanna be a lesbeen.”

“Ye’ve no had em chopped off yet then?” Janet queried.

“No yet, ah’ve tae see ma specialist the morrow tha ken,” Jock explained.

“I suppose the medication has shrivelled your balls to little peas,” Janet laughed, “And your cock to a little weenie cotton bud!”

“No exactly,” Jock explained, “Thet’s why it’s comin’ aff.”

“Gi us a look then,” Morag chuckled.

“Dinna be sae rude,” Jock replied.

“Gae wan, were all girls together,” Morag insisted,

“All reet, in the bog then,” Jock agreed and he headed for the ladies rest room with the girls following.

“Bloody hell!” Morag exclaimed as Jock sat on the bog seat and raised the hem of his skirt. He was wearing tartan socks and boots open crotch fishnet pantihose and split crotch panties. His cock was taped back around under his ass or it was until Morag touched it. There was a tearing sound and quite suddenly it tore itself free from the tapes and stood up a full 10” (250 mm).

“Ah what ye doin?” Jock gasped, “Ets no done that afore.”

“Oh fuck, you wazzock, what a fucking waste,” Morag stammered, “Jesus.” Her eyes were like saucers, “Ets beautiful, ye cannae have ut chopped off.”

“Et’s a nuisance, ah dinnae feel et,” Jock lied.

“Really?” Morag asked as she stroked the now erect shaft.

“No, ets deed.” Jock confirmed, “I cannae feel onything at all frae it.”

“What about now,” Morag asked as she squeezed Jock’s balls.

“Nae nothing,” he lied.

Morag pushed the crotch of her knickers aside and she straddled Jock and sank down burying his cock in her well juiced vagina.

“Now?” she asked.

“Nae but its lovely having ye so close,” he said as she squirmed around on his cock.”

Janet looked on somewhat drunkenly, “Gerroff let me have a go, “ she insisted.

Morag reluctantly moved aside as Janet removed her jeans and pants completely and took Morag’s place straddling Jock and sinking down onto his penis.

“Now can you feel that?” Janet insisted as she squeezed Jock’s shaft with her well developed and well practised cunt muscles.

“No, not really.” Jock lied as he desperately tried to resist the temptation to hump her.

“Really?” she asked.

“Really,” he replied, but he lost concentration and he started to cum.

“You filthy fucking lying pig,” Janet gasped as Jock started to cum, “You’re not transitioning at all, you’re just a chancer and a pervert,” she snapped, “Oh that feels fucking good, the bastard’s cumming in pints.”

“Ye lyin bastard,” Morag added, “Jist wait till get my hands on ye.” But she didn’t, Janet climbed off wee Jock and he made a run for it before Janet could pull her pants on.

“Bastard, stop the bastard,” they cried as the exited the ladies and sought out wee Jock.

“What happened?” Andy and Hamish, Janet’s boyfriend demanded.

“Yer mates’s nae more a tranny than Borse Johnson,” The barmaid Jeannie McLean laughed, “I went in the bog just now and he just screwed baith yer girlfriends in the bog cubicle.

“What a bastard!” Hamish shouted.

“Fucking legend, the stuff folk will do to get laid,” Andy sighed, “Your turn to get a round in I believe Morag.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Morag agreed as she tried to remember if she had taken the pill recently and Janet wondered why the hell she had impaled herself on wee Jock’s cock. She realised it was due to several double Jack Daniels (an alcoholic beverage)she had consumed and she vowed to stick to scotch whisky in future.

And Jock, well he’s no had his balls off yet so Ladies beware the six foot three Scotsman with a black skirt and the gift of the gab.

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It had been fun hanging out awhile. The afternoon had passed quickly. The sun had

been very nice.

“Well, I’ve got to get going. My parents have some big thing planned,” Cheryl

Rubens told her best friend Marga Antolie as they lounged on the balcony of

Marga’ hotel room in bathing suits while smoking Parliament cigarettes and

drinking Diet Coke. Cheryl then got up and walked through the sliding glass door

into the living area where–after taking a long drag–she set her cigarette in an

ashtray and slid into a pair of cut-offs and a T-shirt. Marga walked in a moment

later. “I wish I could hang here longer, sis,” Cheryl told her after retrieving the

cigarette, “but my mom said it’s something big; they won’t tell me what.” “That’s

cool, Cher,” Marga replied. “Call me later and let me know.” Marga, puffing on her

own cigarette, was wearing the bottom of a yellow bikini. She had taken the top

off when they had gotten back from the hotel’s indoor pool because it was tight

and was hurting her tits. It was no big deal; 19-year-old Marga and 18-year-old

Cheryl had seen each other nude numerous times. Earlier, they had been trying on

several swimsuits and Marga literally pulled a one-piece off of Cheryl because she

wanted her to wear a two-piece. In the end, she refused and dressed in the orange

one-piece because she was insecure about her developing body. When they got to

the front door, Marga and Cheryl leaned in to kiss good-bye like they always did.

When their lips met this time, though, Marga parted hers and pushed her tongue

into her friend’s mouth. Cheryl was stunned and excited at the same time. She

returned the tongue action and was becoming more aroused as she felt Marga’

tits–twice as big as her own–pushing against the fabric of her T-shirt. With

her free hand (her cigarette was in one), Marga rubbed Cheryl’s back. It seemed

like the kiss would last forever, but eventually it had to end. “Um,” Marga

managed, “so THAT’S what that’s like. Not really much difference, I guess.” She

put the cigarette back between her lips. “Uh, yeah,” Cheryl, the taller of the two,

said. “I’ve got to, like, um, go now. Bye, sis.” “Bye, sis,” Marga said as Cheryl

walked out the door.

When Cheryl got home, she found out the “big thing” was just dinner at some

restaurant. It wasn’t even a very nice restaurant; she wore her shorts and

T-shirt there. Upon arriving home from the restaurant, Cheryl found herself very

tired and decided to take a nap. She went up to her bedroom, stripped off her

clothes and peeled the orange bathing suit that was still underneath from her

skin, put on some cotton panties–no bra–and got into bed where she drifted into

the land of dreams, all the while thinking about the kiss that her and her best

girlfriend had shared earlier.

The next time Cheryl opened her eyes, it seemed as though they were playing tricks

on her. She thought she saw Marga sitting on her bedroom couch wearing a black

and red teddy, but that wasn’t possible. Or was it? Cheryl closed her eyes and

rubbed them vigorously. When she opened them again, Marga was . . . still there.

“Good morning, precious,” Marga said between puffs on a cigarette. “Did you sleep

well?” “What are you doing here, Marga?” Cheryl was thoroughly confused. Marga

laughed as she exhaled smoke into the air. “I’m here because you want me here and

we both know it.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Cheryl claimed. “Sure

you do,” Marga said as she delicately uncrossed her legs and stood up. “Uh,

Marga, YOU kissed me, if that’s what you’re talking about!” “Yeah, but only

because you begged me to with your eyes.” The sexy brunette slowly walked towards

the bed that Cheryl still lay on. As she reached it, she took hold of the sheets

that covered her now-speechless friend and pulled them off. “Look at me,” she

said as the topless teen turned her head away. “Look at me.” Slowly, Cheryl turned

her head back and looked into Marga’ piercing eyes. “Now, stand up.” Cheryl did as

she was told and found herself unexpectedly looking straight into her short

friend’s eyes. She broke the eye contact to look down and see that Marga was, in

fact, wearing black high heels. Before Cheryl–who’s left shoulder was brushing

against a wall–looked back up, Marga lifted her left leg up onto the bed that

was behind the younger woman, effectively boxing her in. With a wicked smile on

her face, Marga took Cheryl’s right hand in her left and placed it on her exposed

left thigh, then, after giving the cigarette that she held in her right hand to

Cheryl to hold in HER left, she took her friend’s face in BOTH hands, brought their

lips together, and kissed Cheryl for the second time. After the kiss ended, Cheryl

turned away again, closed her eyes, and took a long drag on Marga’ cigarette.

While blowing smoke out of her nostrils, she opened her eyes, turned her head

back towards her friend and smiled. She also began massaging the meaty thigh that

her hand had been resting on. “You know, Marga,” she said, “you’re right. I think

I DO want this.” “I knew you did, honey,” Marga responded as she leaned in to

kiss Cheryl once more. Breaking that kiss a moment later, Marga set her high

heel-clad left foot back on the ground, put her hands on Cheryl’s thin waist, and

attempted to engulf one of her NOW AND THEN co-star’s tits in her mouth. Cheryl was

soon moaning from pleasure, so Marga, eager to provide even more, removed her

lips from the small breast and daintily got down on her knees. “What are you

going to do?” Cheryl asked, her voice sounding not quite nervous. Marga looked up

and smiled. “This!” she said as she yanked Cheryl’s panties down her slender legs

to her ankles, then grabbed one ass cheek in each hand and pulled Cheryl towards

her, drilling her tongue into her best friend’s moist pussy. As Marga was lapping

away, Cheryl continued to take drags on the cigarette. Eventually, though, the

pleasure became so great that she couldn’t even concentrate enough to remember to

inhale and exhale. Just before she reached orgasm, she managed to lean over and

set the cigarette down on a nearby window sill. As the climax hit her, Cheryl began

to spasm, pulling away from Marga’ face and driving her ass cheeks into Marga’

fingernails. She screamed in what was a mixture of both pain and pleasure, then

collapsed on the bed. Marga licked her gooey lips, then stood up and took the

cigarette from the window sill. She took a couple of puffs, then set it down in

an ashtray before returning her attention to Cheryl. “Well?” Marga asked. “Well,

what?” Cheryl replied, looking up at Marga. “Well, how was I?” Marga said with a

big grin. “Unbelievable! You were absolutely unbelievable, Marga!” “That’s what I

figured.” Marga climbed on top of Cheryl and started sucking on her neck. While

Cheryl again moaned in pleasure, she had time to think. “Wait, Marga. Stop,” she

said after a few moments. Marga didn’t respond for about a minute, but Cheryl

continued to tell her to stop, and so she did, leaving the slightest trace of a

hickey on Cheryl’s neck. She looked into her lover’s eyes, kissed her lower lip,

and said, “What is it, baby?” “It’s your turn now. I want to give YOU some

pleasure.” “I was hoping you’d say that.” Marga again kissed Cheryl on the lips,

then on each breast, and finally on her flat stomach before standing up. She made

sure that Cheryl was watching, then slowly removed the teddy. Now she was, like

Cheryl, completely nude (except for the heels and a couple of rings). Her body,

however, was much different than her friend’s. Marga was shorter and slightly

thicker. She had perky tits that were–while not EXTREMELY big–much larger than

Cheryl’s small boobs. Her butt was wider and her pubic region was densely covered

with dark hairs; Cheryl’s had recently been shaven. Cheryl stood up and embraced

Marga.

They kissed passionately once more, then Cheryl began nibbling on one of

Marga’ ears. As she continued this, Marga took one of Cheryl’s hands and started

sucking on her fingers one at a time. After all five fingers were good and wet,

Marga started to stick one in her own neglected pussy, but one of her little feet

somehow slipped out of it’s heel, making her lose her balance and fall backwards

on her butt. “Shit!” she shouted as she landed hard. Cheryl had almost gone down

with her, but had managed to remain standing. Now, she got onto her knees and

started rubbing Marga’ legs. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she

said with a smile. “I’ll have a sore ass tomorrow, but I’m okay.” “Roll over and

I’ll see if I can’t do something about that sore butt.” Smiling, Marga rolled

over on the ground and closed her eyes. She moaned softly as Cheryl sat on her back

and started to rub her butt. “Stick a finger in,” Marga said after a couple of

minutes, so Cheryl did. After a few more minutes, Cheryl squeezed a second one in but

pulled them both out a moment later. “What are you doing, sweetness?” Marga asked

with her eyes closed. “This!” Cheryl responded (imitating Marga from earlier) as

she brought her open hand down hard against Marga’ fleshy ass, causing her to

open her eyes and squeal in mild pain. “Cheryl, what the–” SLAP! Cheryl’s hand hit

Marga’ bottom again and–SLAP!–again. “Oh, Cheryl!” she cried as her lover slapped

her again. “I can’t take it anymore! I can’t–” SLAP! The pain from the

continuous slaps caused Marga to well up and start crying, but, at the same time,

the pain also somehow felt GOOD, and so she slid her hand underneath her body and

squeezed three fingers into her cunt. She began pumping them in and out as hard

as she could, all the while sobbing as her girlfriend continued to spank her,

causing an immeasurable mixture of pain and pleasure. Just as Marga was about to

come, Cheryl stopped punishing her butt cheeks and stood up. She looked down at

Marga, who continued to furiously work her digits in and out, harder and harder.

After thirty seconds, Marga began screaming in orgasmic joy, her girlcum flooding

onto the hardwood floor.

The pleasure subsided and Marga, still weeping, rolled

onto her (aching) ass, opened her eyes and looked up at Cheryl, who smiled at her.

Reaching down, Cheryl grabbed Marga’ arm and helped her to stand. As Marga reached

her feet, the young women embraced each other and kissed the other’s lips. “Oh

God, Cheryl,” Marga panted, looking up into Cheryl’s eyes and wiping her own, “that

was so, so, so like, oh God! I have to lay down.” Marga retrieved a fresh

cigarette and lit it. As she walked back towards the bed, she grabbed Cheryl by her

waist, pulled her close, and kissed her bottom lip. Releasing Cheryl, Marga took a

long drag and got onto the bed. Cheryl climbed onto the bed next to Marga and,

setting her hand on Marga’ thigh, said, “Come on, honey. I’m just getting

started.” Marga puffed on her cigarette, kissed Cheryl again, and said, “Stop

pouting, baby. I’M too tired, but if you just turn around–” Cheryl turned towards

the door just in time to see it open. Standing in the doorway, wearing only pink

panties, a pink bra, and pink heels, was Marga and Shela’s 18-year-old NOW AND

THEN co-star Cindee Oaks. She looked good: her body was hard, her boobs were big,

and her ass was firm. After Shela got a good look, Thora held up her right hand,

which was holding a large dildo, and said, “It’s time for breakfast.” “What!?”

Shela exclaimed.

“It’s time for breakfast,” Cheryl’s mother said as she shook her awake. “It’s time

for breakfast.” Shela opened her eyes and immediately realized that it had all

been a dream. “Okay, Mom,” she said, “I’ll be right down.” Mom left the room, but

instead of getting up and going to breakfast, Cheryl Rubens masturbated while

picturing her friends Marga Antolie and Cindee Oaks in her head.

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This is a story that exist in a universe where slavery was not abolished and blacks are still property; it takes place in modern times. If this offends or use of the N word offends you then do not read this story.

“Fucking nigger whore!”, Tommy shouted as he came inside his slave. It was bent over the the couch dressed in it’s maid’s uniform as Tommy filled it’s ass with his cum. Tommy withdrew walking around the couch and shoved his cock into it’s mouth. Once he was clean he wiped himself himself in it’s hair, pulled up his pants and told it to get back to work leaving for work. Sobbing it pulled up it’s panties and went back to dusting the living room.

It had been 6 months since that day Tommy had walked in on Cynthia using his slave. He had fun punishing her for not asking permission first. Afterwards a relationship developed and eventually Cynthia moved in. They were madly in love and shared an appetite for dominating slave girls. As a doctor Cynthia was able to treat it’s wounds and even managed to fake a medical need to give it a hysterectomy. Now there was no danger in impregnating it and if it tried to tell anyone how it was being treated it would be this things word against two highly respected white people.

Today was a special day, today was the day Tommy and her were going to take possession of a second slave! An old family friend found himself in a bind with too many mouths to feed so she had offered to take one of the young children off his hands. The best part is Tommy didn’t know yet. He didn’t get back from work for four hours when the van pulled up. Cynthia waited at the door as it made it’s way up the walk and stood in front of her new mistress. After signing the paperwork Cynthia ushered it inside. It was 8 years old with skin as dark as night. It stood just 3 1/2 feet tall and weighed around 57 pounds. It’s hair was a shoulder length curly mess and it had a cute little bubble butt. Cynthia sat on the sofa and ordered it to stand in front of her and remove it’s dress. It shivered as it stood there in nothing but panties. When it was ordered to remove it’s panties it looked questioningly at Cynthia who just slapped her hard across the face. “Take of your panties you worthless bitch”. Sobbing and shaking it did what it was told. Cynthia found herself angry at this thing. How dare it question her. She quickly went through the house rules making sure it understood and then announced punishment for disobeying.She grabbed the tiny thing by it’s nappy hair and threw it over the couch. She began assaulting the tiny things ass with blow after after blow. it screamed but that was OK because they had long ago outfitted the house with sound proofing. Out of the corner of her eye Cynthia saw the other slave watching. Cynthia stopped and stared at the older thing peering from behind a corner, it tried to leave but Cynthia ordered it to stop. She ordered the little one to stay put and went to speak to other slave. She grabbed it by it’s hair and dragged it to the back bedroom. Cynthia had a devious idea and after explaining to it what she wanted it broke out into tears. Cynthia slapped it so hard it was knocked to the ground yelling for it to get up she kicked it a few times until it began to get up. Cynthia ordered it to strip and sent it to complete it’s task.

Trepidatiously it walked into the living room and stood there looking at the tiny body draped on the couch. It just stood there until it felt a push from behind, “Go on!” It walked up behind the tiny thing and bent down. The small thing winced and that is when the older thing realized the head of the 10 inch strap on dildo her mistress had ordered her to put on was already nudging at the entrance of the tiny virgin hole. ‘Do it!”, Cynthia ordered. In one quick thrust the older slave shoved the massive faux cock into the tiny slave. As ordered it grabbed the tiny things hips and kept pumping even as it screamed and thrashed. Blood ran freely down the little things legs and stained the carpet. No doubt she would get punished for that later. She looked toward her mistress to find her nude and lying on the love seat masturbating furiously to the scene before her. When the little thing passed out the older one stopped. It hesitated to do what was ordered in this situation but when it’s head was kicked by it’s mistress it found there was no choice. It withdrew the strap on from the little ones tiny vagina only to shove it hard into into the even tinier puckered asshole. It screamed louder than anyone Cynthia had ever heard scream and she came instantly upon hearing the first scream. It was awake now and Cynthia positioned herself on the couch in front of the 8 year old slave’s mouth. She screamed over it to lick but it didn’t open it’s mouth when placed at Cynthia’s pussy. Cynthia slapped it several times until it stopped resisting and stuck out it’s tongue. Cynthia grabbed it’s head and moved it’s tongue over her dripping pussy. She looked down at it and laughed at it’s tear streaked face as it licked her pussy. After Cynthia had cum a few times she ordered the older slave to stop and carried the little one in tot he bath where she cleaned it and treated it. She dressed it in some special clothes and placed it on the bed in the bedroom to await Tommy. This was going to be a good night.

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This ongoing story is expected to go into some dark places. Open to suggestions and would consider a co-writer for Aisha’s part.

Brenda Hinson 5’3 118 lbs 36/24/36 D cup 38 wavy brunette hair mid back. Single mom not working doing well on alimony. Easy going, likes to dress sexy and has wine in the afternoons

Julie Hinson 5’3 108 lbs 34/22/34 B cup 18 bratty teen not a good student sexy, foul mouth, stubborn racist party girl

Aisha- Egyptian 5’6 128 34/26/38 C cup, 26 strong and fit. Aisha’s motivation is driven by disappointment and opportunity. To get away from the sex trade Aisha has found a job as a maid and cook for Barbara Hinson after her move to America.

Marta – Egyptian 5’5” 140 lbs long black hair (never seen), stern, old school ways, pimp and involved in secret sex trade in Egypt and now in America too.

Whorish American Women

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Aisha woke up early on her first day of work. She had been hoping this new job in a new place would be good for her after the tough places she was from. She was tired of the corruption and disempowerment of women. She wanted to rise above the gritty life of the streets and had moved halfway around the world to start over. Being a housekeeper was not her goal in life but it was the job that had been arranged for her. She had chatted and facetimed with the woman a few times and despite looking like the typical pretty American family Carol had seemed nice enough. She would seek to find a better job soon.

Aisha couldn’t stand to squeeze in the overcrowded mid morning bus where she would have to stand so close to strange men, so she took the first morning bus. Being alone in the back seat was good and gave her time to think but as a result she arrived almost an hour before she was expected. She didn’t want to wake Ms. Hinson up so she just sat on the grass of the front lawn waiting for 9 am.

With some time to kill she looked around at the nice little farm setting with the two horses grazing in the side pasture and the old but well built barn and shed buildings. She had enjoyed visiting her uncle’s farm when she was a girl.

Going to wait on the front porch to knock at the correct time she waited. After half an hour but still not time to knock, a teenage girl stepped out of the house, but froze on the porch. She was startled to see a foreign girl on the front lawn, and was about to step back into the house and lock herself in when Aisha introduced herself:

“Good morning, You must be Julie. I’m Aisha, your new help, I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“Oh, yeah, I will call my mom” she said, but she remained in the door frame staring suspiciously so Aisha continued:

“I’m sorry I arrived early while the buses were still empty”.

“Ok” said Julie, with a faint air of disdain, before she stepped back inside and locked the door behind her. Aisha was working at getting used to those racist classist stares from American women, and it still got to her every time, especially when it came from an indoctrinated 16 year old girl.

Aisha waited patiently in front of the door until Brenda appeared half asleep in a silk nightgown. The dress was airy and vaguely revealed her forms below, as well as her pointy nipples. Aisha resented white women in general, and envied the liberating demeanor of the mother, which contrasted starkly with the conservative environment Aisha grew up in. Western women are just whores, she told herself consolingly.

“Aisha? Why so early? ” Brenda asked, taking a step out of the house and onto her front porch.

“Oh, Mrs Hinson, I’m sorry. It was just easier in the morning” Aisha said, trying to look away to tame her hateful thoughts. The woman looked at her silently for a few seconds. Aisha could read her thoughts in those moments, during which Brenda was probably thinking whether to say something or to just let it slide. What an inconsiderate bitch, Aisha thought.

“Ok” Brenda finally said softly, “Come inside. Come” she said while doing a hand gesture that one would do to a dog, and Aisha exercised a lot of self-control to avoid commenting.

Brenda walked into the kitchen, where her other younger daughter was eating cereals at the table, and she stood there like she was trying to remember why she came into the kitchen and what she wanted to do. Aisha waved at the little girl who looked away without a smile, and then she turned to Brenda to break the awkward silence:

As they talked about the job Aisha could see that Carol had put no real planning into hiring a live-in housekeeper. They had talked some but there was a sloppy list of things she would do or not be expected to do. The woman she hoped would be a step above the average and be a step up for her was turning out to be as lazy as and even more sluttish looking than the whores on the streets of her city. She was very disappointed but at the same time smelled the idea of a challenge.

It seemed shameful to see the curves of the voluptuous woman’s body and her little ass rolling with each step as she walked away, leaving the stunned young woman to make coffee in a kitchen that was unclean and unfamiliar. Aisha thought of her sweet and moral mother for a moment thinking someone should teach the woman lessons in being proper and clean.

To Aisha’s bewilderment the woman had not put on proper clothing. She had made herself even more whorish by brushing her shamefully exposed long wavy blond hair and put on nearly whorish makeup on her eyes, lips and face. Granted the woman is beautiful but still not presentable or respectable and her lewdness disgraceful.

The young Egyptian woman gave strong consideration to declining the job for such an awful woman and her equally awful daughter. Had she not already made an arrangement and in dire need of the rather generous pay she would have walked away from the challenge. There was no way to know if other American women would be even more shameful to work for.

Aisha’s friend and sponsor who advised her to come to this country of rude and crude peoples is now very well versed in American culture after being here a few years and had promised she would advise her more if needed. The older African woman intimidated her some but she welcomed the help adjusting to this foreign land.

It was at that moment she decided to stay that Aisha made her mind up to accept this challenge and do what must be done.

Aisha had been shocked to see Brenda coming downstairs with a dress that revealed her breasts even more.

“What a whore” she thought but didn’t say it outloud. During the rest of the tour she even saw a glimpse of her pink areolas when Brenda leaned down to pick sometime up.

Aisha tried to make peace with such behavior. But it wasn’t easy. She felt like that woman did it on purpose just to piss her off. But apparently Brenda wasn’t the most annoying person in the house.

When Aisha was preparing lunch for the first time, Julie came down to the table all sleepy and hungover. She was so arrogant. She refused to eat the chicken that Aisha cooked saying that it smells weird.

“In my country we eat what we are given” Aisha said

“And men fuck goats in your country, and we don’t do it here” she replied with a bitch smile

“Julie, be nice” Brenda shouted “i’m so sorry for her behavior” she said to Aisha when Julie walked to her room.

“It’s like you didn’t spank her enough”

“Oh well I never spanked her. We don’t do it here. Instead we give them love and let them do what they want. This way they develop a good personality when they grew up”

Aisha was amazed by how this culture does everything wrong.

Later that day Aisha was cleaning the living room when Julie was ready to go out.

“Goodbye mom” she shouted while putting on Air pods when one of them fell on the floor. The floor was white and the little thing was hard to see.

“Fuck where is it?” The girl tried to find them with no luck.

But Aisha saw them right away. She was about to point at it, but something stopped her. Instead she stepped on it and said “here it is” pointing to the floor

“Where? I don’t see it”

“it’s right here on the floor”

“Pick it up, I don’t see it”

“Pick it up yourself” Aisha said… she wanted to get a little revenge on that slut.

“Shit where” Julie dropped on her knees right beside Aisha.

For some reason Aisha felt her heart beating faster. She enjoyed seeing Julie crawling on her knees in front of her. But the sharades took too long… She walked around the girl leaving the air pod on the floor. And it took a few seconds for the girl to finally find it.

“Shit here it is” she picked it up and took off.

Aisha looked at the stairs where Brenda stood and sure she saw the whole thing.

Aisha could sense the woman’s curious interest at seeing her snotty daughter being tricked into crawling on the floor at her feet. Maybe Miss Brenda did want to see her daughter being taught her place. She smiled at the thought. Yes, she would teach them both lessons in how to behave starting with the smart mouth little daughter with her mothers permission and help.

With Julie out the door and Miss Brenda alone it was time to set some rules for what her job would be and her conditions that would have to be met if the woman wanted her help putting her daughter on a path of understanding her place.

“Miss Brenda, you are aware your daughter is in very much trouble. Her lack of respect for others and herself will only lead her to misery and worse. She very much needs your help before it is too late”

Then pointing to the kitchen table

“Go sit please, I must tell you how it will be. What must be done to intervene in your daughter’s life and what we must do. “

Brenda felt somehow comforted by the things Aisha said to her. She wanted help in getting Julie under control before she ended up on drugs or pregnant or both.

“Ms Brenda, Julie needs discipline in her life. From what I have seen in my short time here American women in general need more strict rules and values to live by. Her life must be changed for the better but she will not like it. She will fight this, so you must be willing to enforce the rules I will set for her. It may get very ugly. She is strong willed but we must be stronger.”

Maybe it was her serious dark eyes and the clipped African accent but whatever it was, Brenda felt confident the mysterious young woman that had fooled her rude young daughter to her knees in front of her could indeed teach Julie new ways.

‘Yes, you are right Aisha, Julie must be made to understand and i will help in whatever ways you think best”

Aisha called her friend and told her about the challenging situation with the indecent mother and daughter she was sent to work for. They talked about the severity of the problem and how very drastic measures could lead to very big results. Maybe there was more to be done than just teaching the American whores how to be decent women. Aisha was getting very excited at the potential for her future as she listened to the wise and strong words of her mentor.

Later that day Julie came back home and saw her mom and Aisha sitting at the couch in the living room

“Julie we need to talk please sit”

The girl sat at the opposite couch and looked at Egyptian girl

“Why is she still here? should she be at her dorm or wherever she lives?”

“Aisha is staying with us tonight, and please don’t…” but Brenda was interrupted

“Well if you are staying with us, why don’t you make yourself useful? Make me me a cup of hot chocolate, servant”

Brenda was shocked to hear her rudeness. But she had no words…

Aisha was cold faced. She stood up and walked to the kitchen calmly.

“What the hell got into you?”

“Oh common, mom, isn’t it what we pay her to do?”

“First of all, it’s not “we”. You didn’t bring a single penny into this family”

“yeah and I can’t remember the last time I saw you have an actual work” Julie had a smug smile on her face.

“Listen, your behavior has gotten out of control. I want you to apologize to Aisha”

The Egyptian girl brought the cup of hot chocolate, put it in front of Julie and sat next to Brenda.

“Yeah it’s not gonna happen, chao” Julie stood up and walked with her cup to her room.

When she was gone Aisha said

“This is what I’m talking about. You have no control. And you are too weak.”

“Well what am I supposed to do? Bend her over and give her a spanking? “

“No, you have no guts to do it. If you had, you would have done it a long time ago.”

•

Aisha walked away losing even more respect for the white woman. She heard the shower running in Julie’s room so walked in. She saw Julie’s phone on the bed, connected to the charger, with the screen unlocked! She sat on the bed and immediately opened the gallery and started scrolling. She couldn’t believe her good fortune when she found nude photos and videos.

Aisha added her number to the phone, then sent a collection of photos and videos to herself on WhatsApp. She made sure to include a couple of videos where Julie seemed to be holding cocks. Nervous but also very excited, Aisha placed the phone back where it was and left the room.

When Aisha got back to the maid-room, she texted Julie’s number back: “Let’s discuss when everyone is asleep”, then waited patiently.

An hour passed, during which Brenda and Audrey went to sleep. A little later, there was a very faint knock at the door. Aisha was still nervous, because of the many things that could go wrong, but she told herself again that Julie was just another little slut, and she would have made a scene already if she had felt confident doing so. And so, Aisha opened the door and laid her eyes on a pale Julie, holding her phone, standing still. Aisha looked her in the eyes, and savored the moment, prolonging the awkwardness until Julie spoke in a trembling voice:

“Is … was this y … did you?”

Aisha waited a little longer before speaking, then opened the door wider and told Julie to come in. Julie just stood there, as if she wanted to say something else, so Aisha again said:

“Julie sweetie it’s better for you to come inside”.

Julie walked into the maids room, and when Aisha closed the door behind her, she felt more emboldened and asked:

“Why the hell did you go through my phone? Why the fuck did you send photos?”

Aisha only smiled, adding to the rage Julie felt so she continued:

“Delete them now. Or I’ll tell my mom.”

Aisha laughed, even though she had a brief moment of doubt. Could the mother be that open-minded? Could she have misread the situation? But then Julie stood in her spot, and repeated with a softer, more pleading tone:

“Please, just delete them please.”

Aisha regained her full composure, now certain that she had the little slut right where she wanted her. She smiled a bit at her while Julie repeated:

“Please, Aisha, what’s wrong with you! Are you going to delete them??”

“I see the way you look at me”, Aisha responded

“What?”

“I see the contempt in your eyes and those of your bitch mom who taught you to be this way”

“What are you talking about?” Julie asked, with her voice now trembling a bit more

“You think I’m inferior to you. And imagine how I feel when a young whore that’s good for the streets looks at me this way”

Julie opened her mouth but found nothing to say. She let out a gasp of protest but Aisha took a step closer to her, and Julie seemed to want to step back but the room was too small and there was no way to go. Aisha continued:

“You look at me like I’m disgusting. Put your hand on me and tell me if my skin feels different”

Julie was feeling incredibly uncomfortable, but she also understood the heavy risk of blackmail weighing on her, so she tried begging again, almost whimpering, with a tear starting to form at the side of her eye:

“Aisha please”

The tear sent a rush of excitement through Aisha’s body, and feeling empowered, she grabbed Julie’s hand abruptly and placed it on her arm.

“Does this skin feel gross to you?”

Julie started feeling very scared while Aisha was getting drunk on power, so she placed her hand behind Julie’s head and pulled it into her chest:

“How about my smell you stupid girl, is it repulsive to you?”

Julie groaned and pulled herself away from Aisha, so Aisha grew furious and pulled the small girl from her hair and pushed her on the small bed. Julie let out a small cry so Aisha quickly placed a hand over her mouth and then climbed on the bed on top of her to hold her still. Julie’s eyes grew wide with terror and disbelief, and she was still screaming into Aisha’s hand, so Aisha lowered her face and whispered to Julie:

“Are you stupid? You want to wake up your mom? Let her come here and I’ll show her your videos let’s see what she thinks.”

Julie stopped struggling and her screams turned into sobs, so Aisha took her hand off her mouth and took a moment to stare at her face which was turning red with more tears welling up in her eyes. Before she could ask why, Aisha continued:

“You are mine now you little slut, unless you want everyone to see you naked and covered in cum. You will surrender yourself to me, or I will make sure every person who goes to school with you sees photos of your tight little pussy. I will show the photos of you sucking cock in the whole neighborhood with your address on it, to encourage every pervert to come looking for you.”

Julie’s cheeks were covered in tears and her lips were quivering, so Aisha pushed her face into the pillow right in time for Julie to burst into uncontrollable crying. Keeping her face facing the pillow, Aisha continued speaking in her ear:

“I like to see you crying my love, that means you understand how fucked you are now. You’re my property now you understand? It’s either this or you live on the streets a life of shame, where no one you know will accept you anymore. Shhh, shhh, calm down and show me your pretty face”.

Aisha turned Julie’s head towards her and found a whimpering, scared little girl asking her why.

“Because I want you baby. I want to own you, and to hurt you. I hated you from the moment I saw you … and you’re gonna help me get your bitch of a mother” It was late and Aisha had made her point and wanted to let the girl stew on it overnight.

–

Brenda woke to the smell of food but not sure what it was. It was savory with the smell of meat. Aisha standing by her bed and poking her with a large wood spoon.

“Up. Up, Ms Brenda. You must be up now”

“What is it? Is something wrong? Brenda was confused

“All is good but it is time to be up. There is much to do today. Today is a big day here. Up now please, Ms Brenda.” As she poked the woman harder with the spoon.

Aisha moved away only when the woman’s feet hit the floor. She had other things to attend to as she prepared for her first full day of changing the lives of the woman and her daughter and her own, as well.

With the spiced omelet and flatbread with the only fruit in the house being canned peaches, Aisha put some in the oven to keep warm and the rest kept cold. She was determined to have both of the lazy American women at the table eating a proper breakfast by 7 AM at the latest most days but knew this first day it may not happen.

It would be only her and Barbara today. In fact much of what Brenda did this morning would determine if she would leave and find a new job or stay and follow through with her plan.

The vile video she was going to show the woman then to explain there would have to be a big decision on who’s side the woman was on Brenda needed to make a choice. She would need help standing up to her lifelong spoiled daughter and she would have it. It would be this morning or never as far as Aisha was concerned. After a talk over breakfast she would pack her things and leave for they would together wake up Julle and confront her about her wrongful ways and being doing what it would take to correct them.

Brenda had been shocked a little but not as much as Aisha had expected. She knew in her heart Juile was a shameful slut. That she would suck men’s cocks or go behind her best friends back or even have sex with both of them.

As she looked at the downloaded photos it was not clear who was taking the photos. It could have been anyone. There were no condoms. Not even hiding her face it was obvious from her eyes she was on drugs or drinking or both.

“Do you see now what I tell you, Ms. Brenda? How something drastic must be done. You are her only mother and only hope. There really is no choice. She has been yours to raise in this world and you can not fail her. It would not be right for you to let her into society in such a state.”

Brenda went flushed hearing the truth spoken so directly. She could see what a sexual slut her daughter had become and felt ashamed she had let her follow such wrongful paths. She even felt for the first time that maybe she had been a bad example with her vanity and sexy clothing and wine parties and carefree ways. She had let and watched her sweet little girl gown into an incredibly sexy young woman and done nothing to guide in the right ways. With wet eyes Brenda looked up from the phone and pictures of her slutty daughter,’

“ Yes Aisha, I do see all you are saying is true. I have been so wrong in so many ways to let her become this way. What can we do? What do I do now? She really does need our help”

“Ms, Brenda, You have heard of interventions, yes? We need to do a life changing intervention on Julie. “

“Aisha, do you mean call in people and have her taken to rehab “

Looking confidently at the woman Aisha replied.

“ No, Ms Brenda. This is not something a rehab clinic can handle. You have seen how whorish your daughter has become. You know how much of a bitch she is. She is nearly an adult and you have no real power over her for much longer. You have just over one year to turn her life around. It will have to be a very intense year of life changing events and training for her.”

Feeling very confident with how the woman was going along so well and the looks and body language they had been exchanging, Aisha stood and moved around the table to stand beside the woman and put a kind hand on her shoulder.

“ I am here now to help you. There is much to do with changing Julie’s ways.”

Then cupping Brenda’s chin and lifting her face to look calmly and confidently into her eyes.

“ Brenda, You do know you are the source of Julie’s problems and failures and you must also learn new lessons and change your ways, too. I am going to need your help as much as you need mine to get Julie under control. First, you Brenda, must be trained in new ways. “

Pinching the woman’s chin harder and patting the top of her head gently with the other hand.

“ We will let your whorish daughter sleep. She will probably be out for hours.”

Then running her fingers into Brenda’s hair gripping then pulling her head back some and letting her chin go with her hand going back in a position she could slap the woman’s face.

“ Your intervention starts today, Brenda. It starts now.”

Aisha felt the power of her convictions in equal measures to the weakness she could see in the woman’s face. She made the decision to be very hard on the trembling woman.

“You can’t teach your daughter any good when you yourself behave like a slut.” Aisha’s voice was hard and strict. She slapped Brenda so hard across her face she fell on the floor.

Brenda had never been hit like that! She was shocked! She was frightened with no will to fight back.

“Get up” Aisha pulled at the woman’s hair.

Brenda was touching her reddish cheek

“But how will this help? Please this makes no sense, please let go…owww “

“You don’t ask questions. I know what I’m doing. Now get up woman!”

Aisha slapped her face again.

“Ow that hurts” Brenda’s eyes were filled with tears. She was now afraid of the young woman.

“Get up”

“No please, Brenda pleaded.

Aisha stood there for a second watching the pathetic white woman crying on the floor.

“You are weak. You dress like a slut, you have very bad habits but I will make a good woman out of you.” she squatted near her and slapped her face again and again.

“Tell me how will you dress today?”

Sobbing Brenda replied

“I will put on long sleeves and long skirt to cover my whole body”

“You know for some reason I don’t believe you” Alisha sneered

“I promise, I promise I will dress like a proper woman tomorrow” The sniveling woman replied with a pitiful , defeated look in her wet eyes.

“Promises of white women mean nothing, come with me, I have an idea how to make sure you will cover up”

Aisha took her by her arm and dragged her outside and down the short path into the stable.

“Brenda, not only do I need to make sure you will cover your body like a decent woman instead of the slut you have been looking like, you need to feel the shame of how you have been and understand there is punishment due for your whorish actions.”

“But really I will dress properly …”

Aisha, still holding a tight grip on one wrist, jerked the woman sideways and slapped her already red cheeks back and forth back with her palm and backhand.

“Do you not understand what punishment is for, you disgusting woman? Do you not listen? You will keep your mouth shut or will keep slapping you. Now, cry quietly or not at all! “Then shoving the trembling woman to face the wall the young woman took a lead rope hanging on the wall and tied Brenda wrists as she just watched silently sobbing and afraid to ask why. Then standing on the bottom rail of the stall enclosure, Aisha reached up to wrap and tie her up to the wooden post.

Aisha grinned when she noticed how horses were looking curiously at their owner hanging from the thick wood pole and looking so pitiful.

Aisha took the knife from the leather working table in the tack room and started to cut the clothes off of her and as she did she made sure to touch and caress and then pinch the woman’s nipples. She ran her hands sensually over the bound woman’s sexy hot body and breasts in ways to both arouse her and hurt her some. Tugging her nipples and using her hands to swat and slap her breasts, body and ass. The young woman knew just how hard to be on her and exactly how to pull arousal from the female body.

“You don’t need those whore clothes anymore” she said as she cut off her “whorish” clothing and threw them into the pile while saving her panties and looking at them.

“This is what a slut you are. This wetness” Holding them to her nose” and this odor of whorish pussy is all the more reason you must be punished. You are a sick, vile woman to be aroused by such treatment.”

Taking the ruined lacy red panties “Open your mouth whore” Aisha pushed them fully into the woman’s mouth. “You will NOT spit them out! Do you understand me Brenda? Nod your head if your do”

The pale white skin was an erotic sight for Aisha who took a long moment to admire the body of the sexy woman and how it compares to white stallion standing in the hall of the barn nearby and watching them.

“You know you are not much different from them.” Aisah said, turning her chin towards the horse as she looked the frightened woman in the eyes. “ But don’t worry I will make a decent human out of you”

She took the long buggy whip from the tack room wall and as she passed by the horse and patted his nose gently for a moment.

“Don’t worry it’s not for you this time”

Spinning the woman to face the post and shoving her into it.

“Lean on that post and take your first punishment like a brave woman if you can, you pathetic whore”

“Aisha no pleasee”” only came in gagged garble but she didn;t finish. The girl landed the whip on Brenda’s shoulders leaving the red line on perfect white skin.

“I have to make sure you will cover your body from now on” she said as she whipped the woman going lower and lower.

Brenda was screaming and crying at first trying to make the young woman stop. She twisted and jerked until she tired out and at the end she was standing still as she could, receiving whips almost silently as she learned to comply with the young woman’s orders.

Aisha spun her around and whipped her until her body was covered in angry red lines from top to ankles and some of them welts that would leave marks for a couple of days.

Her tears were streaming and her breath calming down when the whipping was over and Ashia was telling her this was for the good of her family and herself to learn her true place in life.

Aisha smiled to herself seeing the woman’s pussy was visibly damped by the domination and physical sensations she had endured. She could see on her face the woman was excited by the humiliation and erotic nature of what she was doing to her and how she was looking at her.

Aisha had not only let her true dominant urges out in a new and exciting way of taking control of Brenda and later her smart mouth slut of a daughter too but she was also unleashing her innate sexuality on the woman. The closeness, the touching, the ways she looked at her and even how she was displaying her younger, stronger body to the older woman, Aisha was exuding a dominant sexuality that was deepening the woman’s attraction and confusion.

When she finished she untied Brenda getting in her face with a look of extreme confidence on her face and the body language like she wanted to kiss the shocked and frightened woman.

“Go to your room and get dressed properly for the day or we will do it again tomorrow and every day until you have learned something about being a proper woman.”

Brenda stood in front of her vanity putting a cooling lotion on the heat of the few still red and maybe bruising whip marks after taking a cleansing shower. Her head was still trying to wrap around the past two days and how she was feeling so confused about her own actions and reactions to what Aisha was doing and planning to help her change her ways and maybe Julie’s wrong minded ways too. One thing for sure she would have to wear something to cover most of her body.

The highest marks on her chest would mean no cleavage could show and that eliminated many of her tops.

Brenda opened her wardrobe. She spent long minutes trying to find something that would cover her body up to the neck but it was harder than she imagined.

“Am I really a whore” she thought while going through her open dresses and miniskirts.

FInally she found her old jeans and a sweater her mother gave her on Christmas. She came down her stairs and out of the house where Aisha was waiting for her near the car.

Brenda was shaking and afraid to face the girl who just whipped her without mercy.

Aisha looked at her

“You know it’s summer outside, it’s hot as hell and you are wearing a sweater?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think I was just…”

“Don’t worry it’s ok. You did good” Aisha touched Brenda’s hand gently “you look silly but at least you look decent, that’s what is important. “

Brenda felt her warm hand and suddenly felt good from the girl’s praise

“I expect you to behave. We will go do some shopping “

Both women sat in the car. Branda at the wheel and Aisha at the back seat.

“Should we go to the shopping mall?” Brenda asked

“No, that place is for whores. We will go to a place near the Mosque. They sell clothes that you need. “

As Brenda expected the women at the store where they purchased had looked at her strangely and were cold to her. Aisha talked to one of them in low voices at times and the woman made comments she did not understand.

Behind a simple curtain with no bench to sit on Brenda found herself standing naked as Aisha stood holding her new dress. Not even her panties were considered proper and lay in the heap of her clothing on the floor. The marks from the early morning whipping mostly faded but some were still there to remind them both of the new order of things.

Aisha called out something in her native language Brenda did not understand and a moment later the woman she had been talking to came behind the curtain with a box that looks to have just been shipped and unopened. The woman looked at Brenda’s fair skin and large breasts with whip marks on them and for the first time smiled at what she was seeing.

They talked more as they looked at the nervous American woman feeling so very out of place only an hour’s drive from her home.

“Brenda, this is Marla. She has been helping me research ways to help bring you and your trashy daughter to your true places and how to make sure I have complete control over you. She has let me have these items overnight shipped here and they will be added to your bill for the clothings we have ***********ed you will be wearing during this training. As you can see there is some beautiful and colorful clothing here but there is also the traditional. To break you of your American vanity you will be wearing the most traditional brown plain dress with a single cloth belt and a hood until further notice.”

Marla set the box on a small table and took the garments from Aisha and hung them on pegs. All three looked similar with small variations. Brenda gasped when Marla reached in her pocket and pulled out a knife in a sheath and stood looking at her coldly before handing it to Aisha.

Cutting the tape on the box Aisha smiled and set down the menacing knife without putting it back in the sheath.

Again Ashsia said something and Marla replied.

“ Now Brenda you will kneel on the pile of your slutty clothing and face me.”

Brenda looked around humiliated and confused.

“ But really Aisha is this necessary , what is…”

Slap. Slap. Slap! … Before she could finish her sentence, sent Barbara reeling on her heels only to be caught and held in the firm grasp of the mysterious Marla and put her knees on some of the now scattered clothing.

“Do not dare speak another word you whorish American woman! “ Aisha commanded!

Two more words from Ahisha to Marla and she took a long silk scarf and went in Brenda’s mouth and wrapped it several times to gag her as Aisha bent over and looked her in the eyes telling her to not dare raise her hands to try to stop what was happening to her. That she deserves this and asked for it to help her save herself and her slutty daughter from the life of American whorishness.

The knot pulled tight as tears ran down into it from the fear and stinging slaps that had her face red and burning.

“Now stand up whore, we have to put your training gear on and dress you for more shopping today. We have several more stops now, up.”

No sooner than she was standing she felt and looked down as Marla tied a silk scarf to her wrist. Ahisha soaked in the look of fear and shock on the woman’s face with pure delight at how the woman who had felt so above her the day before was now lowly and humbled.

As Marla bound her wrists tightly behind her back Aisha lusted over how the woman’s big creamy tits and pink nipples stood out obscenely and quivered as the woman shook and panted in fear.

The two women talked with Brenda not understanding any of it but she read the anger and lust the older woman directed at her and how Aisha seemed to be encouraging Marla’s ire.

It was Marla who took the smaller box out of the shipping box and opened it as Aisha took out her camera and picked up Brenda’s too and began taking pics of her standing the gag, shivering in fear and crying silently. In moments Marla had all the packaging removed from what the box called “ Portable remote controlled Estim TENS device model 860”

Other boxes held an array of accessories and sticky pads of several shapes.

Brenda shrivered from the thought of what that thing is and what it does. Marla explained something to Aisha. Brtenda couldn’t understand a thing but was sure they were talking about the device. They were clearly discussing her as well. Aisha pushed Brenda to the table and made her lie on it with the upper half of her body. Rough wood didn’t feel good pressed against gentle breasts. Marla walked behind her and kicked her legs to make the woman would spread them

She felt the rough hands of the woman spread her pussy lips and felt cold metal against her entrance. A sudden push brought so much pain she screamed through the gag and tried to kick. A few face slaps from Aisha calmed her down.

Marla tried again but with no luck.

“You are too dry” Aisha translated Marla’s words.

There were some claps and yelled words. A moment later another woman appeared. She was dressed almost as Marla but her clothes were more plain. She had a very pale face and Brenda could swear that under that hijab there was the beautiful blonde hair of a white woman.

Woman carried a bottle of olive oil. She bent over behind Brenda poured some on her ass and as it ran down she started to softly apply the warm oil to her vulva. The woman’s soft fingers spread it all over and even inside her with slick oily fingers.

“Are you local?” Aisha asked her

“Yes, Ma’am. Born and bred here in the city. ” in a perfect American accent.

These words hurt Brenda more than anything else.

“Is it my future?” she thought.

After lubing up, cold metal easily was pushed inside. Grabbing her hips and pulling her a few inches away from the table top, Marla put something else between her legs, something that looked like panties but made of metal. Brenda heard a click.

“A chastity belt! Omg!”

“Well done Marla. Now, get up Brenda. Stand and turn to face me” Aisha said

Brenda stood up and looked down at her chastity device that held the toy from falling. Three women were looking at her with approval.

Sticky pads were placed just outside of each nipple. Sticky bandage tape over each pad then wound around each of tits squeezing and shaping them more round but leaving her nipples uncovered. She stood arms tied behind her back, chest out as Marla stretched a strong rubber band around one of her tits making sure to get tight against her chest. The band made her snugly wrapped tit full and round on her chest. Her nipple pushed out and exposed.

Soon after the other tit had suffered the same treatment. After that more of the tape used to tape the small TENS control box with several wraps around her waist and the wires from the plug in her pussy and the pads by her nipples plugged into the control box and one more wrap of the tape to hold the wires all in place.

Brenda watched the woman’s strong brown hands attach silver clamps to each of her swollen nipples and tighten them painfully.

Marla spoke to the American woman who translated for Barbara. Some of the words she understood even before said again in better English.

“Turn and face the table American dog whore”

Brenda’s heart sank at hearing out loud what she had felt from the woman already. Marla hates me and wants to hurt me! Oh fuck I wish I had never hired Aisha! This is all insane!

Aisha took photos and video as Marla put small leather straps around each of her arms just above her elbows then spent a moment connecting them with a strong leather string like a long boot lace and adjusting it so when her wrists would be untied her arms could hang straight down her sides but she would not be able to reach forward but could hold her hands out in front to hold things at waist level.

Marla slapped Brenda’s ass with her hand.

“Legs apart dog whore”

More small cuffs just below her knees pulled tight on each upper shin were connected with more strong leather string so she would only be able to take short steps but could still walk somewhat normally but running would be out of the question.

With another long leather lace tangled in her hand Marla used it to whip Brenda’s ass severely as the American woman held her by one arm and shoved against the table. Brenda screamed into the gag as her ass was covered with more and more red stripes and welts from the leather strings until it was red all over. Her burning red cheeks divided by the shiny metal of the chastity belt locked securely on her.

A few more words from Marla to the other women then finally some of them translated.

“You are the lowest class of women. You are nothing but a dog whore and will be treated as such unless you can become a woman of some class above what you are now. You will be brought back here for more lessons but for now, your Mistress Aisha will take you out in the world so see it from your new place as a dog whore. You will keep your head down and always be respectful of what you are told. You will answer with yes Miss and no Miss and offer nothing of opinion and behave as a well trained dog.”

Marla had picked up a long brown plain hijab and handed it to the American woman.

“Now turn and face Miss Marla”, she said.

Marla pulled off the nipple clamps without loosening them, making Brenda bend over and cry out into the gag! Her eyes went to her nipples as she expected them to be ripped and bloody but they were only red and indented from where the tight clamps had been.

“Stand straight dog whore, we are tired of looking at your filthy whore body. Step forward two steps.”

Marla went behind her and untied her wrists. Then both the American woman and Marla put the hijab over her head and pulled each of her hands and forearms through the baggy sleeves. The garment hung down completely hiding all that was underneath.

For the next ten minutes Marla used the remote control as she showed Aisha how the TENS deceive could cause wonderful pleasures and great pains. The mind buzzing felt good in many ways as the settings were changed and shocks ranged from low to high and good feeling to agony! Brenda’s body flinched and bent as her yelps and cries filled the room as the women watched. Aisha soon knew how to inflict orgasm, producing good feelings and terror, producing shocks to the inside of the woman’s pussy and her tender aching nipples.

Brenda stood silent as the women gathered her clothing and put it in a box. Then identical items as had been put on her and some others still in their packaging were placed in with them. It was clearly a set meant for her daughter.

“Now get this dog whore out of my shop. I do not want to see her again until she is trained to take her proper place with her Masters. “

Brenda sat at the wheel feeling the TEN between her legs. She looked at the mirror and hardly recognized herself. Aisha sat behind her

“So how do you feel?” she asked , and as Brenfda opened her mouth she interrupted “actually I don’t care. Just drive to the nearest hardware store”

Brenda felt ashamed being in public wearing such clothes but it seems like nobody paid her any attention as they went into the large farm and hardware store.

“Bring the cart” Aisha looked so happy and excited. First thing she put in there was 20 meters of heavy chain. The consultant appeared out of nowhere.

“Can I help you with something?”

“How strong is the chain?” she asked

“it can hold up to 500kg of weight, but of course it depends what you going to use it for”

“i need to chain up a couple of dogs”

“wow a hell of a dog you’ve got if you need such a chain to hold it.”

Aisha looked at Brenda

“Yeah, it looks strong and is capable of many things. “

“What breed?”

“American hound.”

“oh yes these are wild beasts. Would you need something else?”

“yes actually a lot of items here’s the list”

She gave him a piece of paper. “Take her, she will help you gather everything, meanwhile I will look for something more specific.”

She left Brenda with the consultant. They walked around the store shopping, he tried to ask her questions but she didn’t answer any of them. She was afraid of saying something wrong. That thing in her vagina made it very clear that she doesn’t want any troubles.

When Aisha returned she put a couple of small cameras in the cart, saying how these would be enough for now, until the full home security system package was delivered.

She was pleased to see Brenda had gathered nearly all of the items on the list.

Aisha took the list and checked what was in the cart and marked off the items already collected.

Chain

Eye bolts

Cordless drill

Drill Bits

Cotton rope

Grass rope

Wood rods

Two 6 packs of matching key padlocks

Bolt cutter for cutting the chain to length

With those items collected Aisha dismissed the curious store consultant and lead Brenda to the area for pets and horses to gather more items from the list

4 food and water bowls

Two heavy duty leather dog collars

8 small leather dog collars

Two expensive shock collars with bluetooth remote control.

Twice Brenda had spoken without permission and both times Aisha hit the button on the remote device to make the woman flinch and squeal in pain from the sharp electrical jolt to her nipples.

To humiliate and tease the woman more, Aisha set the device to send a pleasant buzzing to the probe locked in her pussy by the snug fitting chastity belt.

Brenda drove in silence as Aisha texted and looked at things on her tablet as they went from the farm and hardware store further into the city. The directions took them to the parking lot of Eden Bound, a sex shop with leather and whips in the display window facing out to the side street in a seeding looking area. A drunk was on the sidewalk across the way. A prostitute leaned on a wall down the block.

A young man with a short beard sat behind the counter. He barely looked up and then went back to his reading or whatever had his attention on his phone.

An unattractive couple was looking at sex swings and a gay couple looked at videos.

A rough looking woman about Brenda’s age with tattoos covering both arms was hanging a new display of butt plugs from a cart filled with them and other sex toys.

“Brenda, get a basket and follow me.”

Within minutes the basket was nearly full of sex toys. Mostly in sets of two. Brenda shivered more than once knowing why there were two of everything. She feared for her daughter even more than herself. She knows her daughter is a fighter and would end up suffering a worse fate than just going along with Aisha’s plans to “reform them”

It was looking less and less like reforming and more like enslaving that had Brenda fearing whatever it was Aisha was going to do to them. Would they really be chained like dogs? Why all the sex toys?

The few times she did try to ask Aisha anything all she got was told to not speak unless spoken to and more of the painful shocks to her now sore and aching nipples or a hard jolt to the probe in her pussy.

Aisha smiled as Brenda followed her into Eden Bound, her cart full of supplies for their training. This was going to be so much fun! She had big plans for her new pet. “Look at all the wonderful toys we can play with,” Aisha purred, grabbing a few items from the basket. “I think we’ll start with these.” She held up a set of metal handcuffs and a thick rubber ball gag. Brenda whimpered softly, her eyes widening in fear. She didn’t want to be trapped in a sex shop, chained up and used as a plaything. But the devices Aisha was choosing sent shivers down her spine. She knew exactly what kind of games were planned for her. Aisha laughed at the fear in Brenda’s eyes. “Don’t worry pet, we’ll take things slow. I want to train you properly.” She placed the cuffs and gag on the counter, along with a bottle of lube. “Let’s get you ready for your new life.”

Brenda’s heart sank as Aisha began to unbuckle the chastity belt. She didn’t want to be exposed like this, vulnerable to anyone who walked into the shop. But she couldn’t protest, not with the devices still attached that could shock her into submission at any moment. Aisha smiled and slid the belt off, tossing it into the basket. “There, now you won’t be restricted.” She laughed as Brenda instinctively tried to cover herself. “Go on pet, show everyone how obedient you are for your Mistress.” Brenda whimpered, the threat of exposure and the devices still attached enough to make her quiver in fear. She didn’t want to please Aisha, but she couldn’t disobey her without suffering the painful consequences. She took a deep breath and slowly lifted her top, revealing her breasts. Aisha’s eyes lit up with delight at the sight. “Good girl,” she purred. “Now take off the rest of your clothes.Brenda removed the top and bra then stood frozen for a moment before Aisha snapped the remote and she cried out in surprise and pain as another shock jolted her nipples.

“Now hurry up and finish undressing, pet.”

Brenda undressed faster, her body shaking as the TENS device continued to send jolts of electricity to her sensitive areas.

Finally, she stood completely nude, her body trembling and covered in a sheen of sweat. She felt so exposed and vulnerable, knowing that at any moment Aisha could shock her into submission.

Meanwhile, Aisha was busy ***********ing more items for their training. She picked up a set of wrist and ankle cuffs. “We’ll need these too,” she said, adding them to the basket.

As Brenda watched her Mistress shop for more tools of her dominance, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread growing inside her. She knew that whatever Aisha had planned for them would be cruel and degrading, but she also knew that she couldn’t escape it. She was trapped, both physically and mentally, by the devices attached to her body and the fear that dominated her mind.

Aisha smirked at the fearful expression on Brenda’s face. “Don’t worry, pet,” she said softly, grabbing a box of dildos in various sizes. “We’ll start slow and gradually work our way up.”

Brenda shuddered at the thought of what was to come. She knew that Aisha would use these toys to train her, teaching her to submit to her will completely and without question.

When they finally left the store, Brenda felt like she was being led to her doom. She couldn’t escape the images of what awaited her, the humiliation and pain that Aisha promised to inflict on her body.

As they got into the car, Aisha turned to her pet and said, “Don’t worry, pet. You’ll be a good little doggie soon enough.”

Brenda closed her eyes, trying to shut out the world around her.

Brenda’s house had two upstairs floors and a half basement cellar room for the furnace and water heater and lots of room for storage. Aisha put Barbara to work on moving things to the garage and packing them on selves and in boxes until the room suited her needs as the place she would keep her American dog whore mom and daughter as she trained them.

Aisha settled into her new training room, satisfied with the array of equipment at her disposal. This place would be perfect for breaking in her new pets. She watched as Brenda moved furniture and boxes out of the room, creating a clear space in the center. The floor was cold concrete, making her think of kennels and dog training. She smiled to herself, imagining how perfect this place would be for training her doggie. Once the room was clear, Aisha began to set up the equipment. She placed a heavy cage in one corner, with a thin mattress on the floor for sleeping. Nearby was a set of restraints, with padded cuffs and a long chain for tethering. Various whips and paddles were hung on the wall, along with a St. Andrew’s cross for more intense sessions. When everything was in place, Aisha stepped back to survey her handiwork. The room looked ready for a training facility, and she couldn’t wait to get started with her pet. She heard Brenda coming into the room and turned to see her standing in the doorway, eyes wide at the sight of the equipment. Aisha strode over and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into the room. “Isn’t it wonderful, pet?” she purred, running a hand along the surface of the cage. “This will be your new home.” Brenda whimpered in fear, taking a step back from Aisha’s touch. “Please, just let me go,” she begged. “I won’t tell anyone about this place, I promise.” Aisha laughed, the sound cold and cruel. “You’re mine now, pet,” she said. “And it’s time you learned your place.” She grabbed Brenda’s wrist and pulled her towards the cage. “Get in,” she commanded. Brenda hesitated, fearful of what was to come. But the devices attached to her body gave her no means of escape. She stepped into the cage, trembling as the door closed behind her. Aisha smiled, locking the cage door. “Good girl,” she purred. “Now we can begin your training in earnest.

Aisha picked up a padded collar and attached leash from the table where she had earlier laid out all her training supplies. “Alright, doggie, let’s get started.” Brenda whimpered, her heart pounding with fear and anticipation. She knew what was coming next, and it filled her with a mix of dread and excitement. Aisha fastened the collar around Brenda’s neck, tightening it just enough to secure it without causing discomfort. Then she clipped the leash to the ring on the back of the collar. “Now, pet, I want you to walk around the room a few times. Just like a good little doggie.” Brenda took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She knew that every step she took would bring her closer to her new reality, one where she would be treated like an animal and trained to obey her Mistress’ every whim. With her head bowed low in submission, Brenda began to walk around the room, the leash taut as Aisha followed behind. Each step she took felt like a small death, her dignity and pride stripped away bit by bit until all that was left was the shell of a broken woman.

Aisha watched her pet move around the room, her eyes scanning for any signs of defiance or rebellion. But Brenda’s movements were slow and obedient, her body language screaming submission and fear. As Brenda completed her circuit of the room, Aisha praised her. “Good girl,” she said softly. “Now let’s move on to the next exercise.” The training was just beginning, and Brenda knew that every moment would bring new horrors and humiliations. But she also knew that she had no choice but to endure them, for the devices attached to her body left her no means of escape. With a heavy heart, Brenda prepared for the next stage of her training.

Aisha watched with satisfaction as she moved and the leash tugged lightly at her collar with each step. She was pleased that her pet was obeying her commands so well already. “Good girl,” she purred, praising Brenda’s obedience. “Now I want you to sit.” Brenda immediately dropped to her knees, her body instinctively assuming the submissive position. She lowered her head and kept still, not daring to move an inch without her Mistress’ approval. Aisha smiled, reaching down to stroke Brenda’s bare shoulder. “Very good,” she said. “Now lay down.” Again, Brenda obeyed instantly, flattening herself out on the floor in a show of submission. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the fear and humiliation nearly overwhelming her. But she knew that disobedience would only lead to punishment, and she couldn’t risk the pain that would follow. “Good pet,” Aisha praised, her hand moving to stroke Brenda’s hair in a mocking show of affection. “You’re learning so well. And we’ve only just begun your training.” Brenda whimpered softly under her breath, trembling at the thought of what other horrors might come. But she couldn’t deny the strange thrill that went through her at her Mistress’ touch and praise, no matter how degrading it was. Aisha continued to stroke Brenda’s hair, praising her obedience and loyalty. She was pleased with how quickly her pet was learning to submit to her will. It made her wonder what other tricks might be hidden away in that clever mind of hers. But for now, she was content to continue Brenda’s training, molding her into the perfect pet. She had so many more lessons planned for her, each one designed to break her down further and remake her into something more pleasing to her. “Are you ready for your next lesson, pet?” Aisha asked, her voice soft and commanding at the same time. Brenda whimpered, her body trembling in fear and anticipation. She didn’t know what was coming next, but she knew that she had no choice but to submit to her Mistress’ will when she was ordered to go into the cage and locked in.

Aisha strode into the room where her daughter Julie was sleeping, a wicked smile crossing her face as she grabbed a bucket of cold water and a riding crop. “Time to wake up, my dear,” she purred, dripping the water over Julie’s head. “Your training begins today, and I have such delicious torments planned for you.” Julie sputtered as she found herself drenched in icy water, her hair matted down and clothes clinging to her skin. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word Aisha brought the riding crop crashing down on her back. “Silence, bitch,” she sneered, eliciting a cry from her daughter. “You speak only when permitted to speak, is that clear?” Julie whimpered, her body trembling under the blow. She hated how easily her Mistress could dominate her, but she also knew that resistance would only lead to more pain and humiliation. Aisha trailed the riding crop along Julie’s back and sides, watching as goosebumps rose on her daughter’s skin. “Today’s lesson will be obedience,” she purred, bringing the crop down on Julie’s back once more. “You will learn to do as you are told, when you are told to do it. Is that clear?” “Yes, Mistress,” Julie gasped, her body quivering under the punishment. “I will do as you command.” “Good girl,” Aisha praised, trailing the riding crop lower…

Aisha’s eyes are cold, her voice low and threatening as she speaks to Brenda. “You see, my dear, I’m not just punishing your daughter. I’m also teaching you a lesson.” She gestures to Julie, who whimpers softly in the corner. “You thought you could keep your life under control, didn’t you? But here I am, ripping it apart piece by piece.”

Aisha steps closer to Brenda, her voice dropping to a hiss. “You will learn to obey me, or your daughter will suffer even more. Do you understand?”

Brenda’s eyes are wide with fear, her body trembling slightly. She manages to nod, her voice barely audible as she whispers, “I understand, Mistress.”

Aisha smiles, satisfied with Brenda’s response. “Good. Now, let’s continue your lesson.” She turns her attention back to Julie, who is still tied up in the corner. “It’s time for you to learn your place, whorish American bitch.”

With that, Aisha picks up the riding crop and moves towards Brenda, preparing to continue her punishment.

Aisha grinned sadistically as she watched Brenda tremble under her threat. She loved the power she had over the older woman, and the knowledge that she could make her submit so easily thrilled her. “That’s right, you pathetic bitch,” she sneered. “You’re nothing but a plaything for me to use as I please.”

Brenda whimpered softly, her body quivering in fear and submission. She hated how Aisha could manipulate her so effortlessly, but she also couldn’t deny the strange thrill that went through her at being used in this way. “Please, Mistress,” she gasped, her voice choked by sobs. “I want to be a good pet. I’ll do anything you ask.” Aisha’s eyes darkened with lust at her pet’s plea. She trailed the riding crop along Brenda’s back again, eliciting a soft cry from her captive. “Will you now?” she purred. “We shall see.” She brought the riding crop crashing down on Brenda’s back once more, eliciting a cry of pain from her pet. The sound of the impact sent a rush of heat through Aisha’s body, and she felt herself growing aroused at the sight of Brenda’s suffering. “You belong to me now,” she growled, her voice low and husky. “And you will do as I command, or you will suffer the consequences.” Brenda nodded, trembling helplessly under the punishment. “Yes, Mistress,” she whimpered softly. “I will do anything for you…but why…why this? .”

Aisha smiled, her eyes glinting with cruel delight. She loved having such power over another person, and she relished in the knowledge that she could make Brenda tremble and submit so easily. She trails the riding crop along Brenda’s back again, bringing it crashing down every now and then to elicit gasps and cries from her pet.

She grinned wickedly at Brenda’s question, her cruel eyes gleaming with delight. “Because I can, and because you’ll do everything I say,” she purred, trailing the riding crop along Brenda’s back. Brenda shuddered, her body trembling under the threat of the crop. She hated Aisha’s domination, but she also couldn’t deny the strange thrill that went through her at being used in this way. “Please, Mistress,” she gasped softly, her voice choked by sobs. “Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?” Aisha’s lips curled into a devious smirk as she watched Brenda squirm helplessly beneath her threat. “Oh, pet,” she cooed, bringing the riding crop down hard on Brenda’s back. “I want you to submit, to obey my every whim without question. I want to break you, body and mind, so that you can only find purpose in serving me like the American dog whores that you are.”

Brenda cried out at the sharp pain of the crop, her body arching off the floor. She hated Aisha with every fiber of her being, but she also knew that resistance would only lead to more suffering for herself and her daughter. “Please, no more,” she sobbed, trembling uncontrollably under her punishment. “I’ll do whatever you ask, just please stop hurting me.”

Aisha’s eyes gleamed with cruel delight at her pet’s submission. “Will you now?” she purred. “We shall see.” She trailed the riding crop along Brenda’s back again, bringing it crashing down every now and then to elicit gasps and cries from her captive. Brenda moaned in pain and pleasure, her body betraying her mind’s desperate pleas for reprieve.

She hated how Aisha could manipulate her so easily, but she also couldn’t deny that there was a twisted satisfaction in enduring such punishment for the sake of her daughter. Aisha smiled, her eyes darkening with lust at the sounds of Brenda’s suffering. She loved having such power over another person, and she relished in the knowledge that she could make Brenda tremble and submit so easily.

Brenda watches in horror as Aisha approaches Julie, who’s cowering in the corner locked in chains. Aisha’s cold gaze falls upon the young girl, and Brenda can see the contempt written all over her face.

Aisha speaks to Julie, her voice dripping with venom, “You’re just a spoiled brat, aren’t you? I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

Julie glares back at Aisha, her defiance evident despite her fear. “Go ahead, make my life a living hell. I won’t bend to your twisted will.”

Aisha’s eyes flash with anger and amusement. “We’ll see about that,” she hisses. “But right now, you’re going to watch your mother become my sex slave for the night.”

Julie’s eyes widen in shock and disgust, but she remains silent, her anger smoldering beneath the surface.

Aisha smirks, loving the idea of making both mother and daughter suffer. “And who knows, maybe you’ll learn to enjoy it too.”

Brenda sobs softly, her tears falling as she realizes the extent of Aisha’s cruelty. She can only hope that her daughter will somehow find a way to escape this tormented life they’ve been thrust into.

Aisha turns her attention back to Brenda, the riding crop still in hand. “Tonight, you’ll fulfill my desires as my obedient pet,” she says, a sadistic grin spreading across her face. Brenda shudders, her body trembling at the thought of what horrors await her.

Julie watches her mother’s torment with a mix of horror and defiance, her father’s lessons on standing up to bullies still fresh in her mind. But as she listens to Aisha’s cruel words, she realizes she might have underestimated the situation.

Julie decides that she needs to take control of the situation somehow. Drawing on her father’s teachings about not backing down, she steps forward and shouts at Aisha, “Leave my mother alone, you twisted bitch!”

Aisha snorts at Julie’s bravado, her gaze shifting from Brenda to the young girl. “And what are you going to do about it, little brat?” she challenge, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Julie squares her shoulders, channeling her father’s spirit within her. “I’ll make sure you regret this, you heartless monster!”

Aisha’s eyes flash with amusement and curiosity. “Oh, really? Try your best, kid.”

Julie feels a surge of courage, knowing that she has nothing to lose. She rushes towards Aisha, ready to fight the older woman to protect her mother.

Brenda watches the scene unfold, her heart swelling with pride for her daughter’s defiance, even as fear grips her at the thought of Julie joining her in Aisha’s cruel games.

Aisha smirks, appreciating the young girl’s spirit. “Well, well, it seems we have a little firecracker on our hands,” she says, her voice low and taunting. “Let’s see if you can live up to your words.” As Julie lunges at Aisha, ready to confront her, the older woman catches her off-guard, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her against the wall with a swift movement. Julie gasps for air, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

Aisha sneers as she tightens her grip around Julie’s throat, enjoying the look of fear and shock on the young girl’s face. She relishes in the power she has over another person, and the thrill of seeing them submit to her will. “Go on, little brat,” she hisses into Julie’s ear. “Keep struggling. It only makes things worse for you.” Julie gasps for air, her hands frantically trying to pry Aisha’s fingers away from her throat. She feels a sense of panic rising within her as she realizes how helpless she is against Aisha’s strength.

Brenda watches the scene unfold before her, feeling a mix of fear and anger at the sight of her daughter being threatened. She knows she needs to do something to help Julie, but the devices still attached to her body leave her paralyzed with fear. Aisha leans in closer to Julie, her lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “You don’t want to disobey me,” she whispers softly. “Keep quiet now, or your mother will suffer the consequences.”

Julie hesitates for a moment, torn between fear and defiance. But when Aisha tightens her grip around her throat once more, she realizes that resistance is futile. “I won’t tell you again,” Aisha warns Julie darkly. “Do as I say, or your mother will pay for your disobedience.” Julie’s eyes fill with tears at the threat directed towards her mother. She knows she needs to comply with Aisha’s demands if she wants to protect Brenda from further harm. “Okay, okay,” she whimpers softly. “What do you want me to do?” Aisha grins wickedly at Julie’s surrender. “Good girl. Now tell your mother that she belongs to me

Julie looks at her mother with a mix of worry and defiance, her voice shaky as she repeats Aisha’s words, “Mom, you belong to her now…”

Brenda stares back at her daughter, her heart aching at the betrayal in her eyes. She hates the idea of surrendering to Aisha, but she also knows that Julie’s safety depends on it.

Brenda nods, swallowing the lump in her throat as she whispers back to Julie, “Yes, I do. Whatever it takes to keep you safe…”

Aisha watches the exchange between mother and daughter, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at their submission. She enjoys the game of power she has over these two women, and she knows she’ll continue to play it for as long as she can.

Aisha steps forward, releasing Julie from her grip. “Good. Now, Brenda, I want you to undress for me. Show your obedience by presenting your body to me without any hesitation.”

Brenda’s body trembles at the command, her eyes filled with shame and fear. But she knows she must obey if she wants to protect her daughter.

Aisha adds, “And Julie, you will remove your clothes too. I want to see your disobedience punished right in front of me.”

Julie’s eyes widened in horror, her body shaking with anger and defiance. But she knows her mother’s safety hinges on her submission.

Brenda and Julie exchange a look of desperation, knowing they’re in a losing battle. They begin to undress, their bodies quivering under the weight of humiliation and fear.

Aisha watches them, her heart pounding with excitement. She loves the power she has over these women, and she’ll continue to play this twisted game until she’s satisfied.

She smirks, her eyes darkened with lust. “That’s it, strip for me. Let me see the bodies that I will be using for my pleasure tonight.”

Brenda and Julie continue to undress, their bodies shaking with fear and humiliation.

Aisha sneers in satisfaction as Brenda and Julie continue to undress under her command, their bodies quivering with fear and humiliation. She loves the absolute power she has over these two women, forcing them to obey her every whim. As they stand before her, naked and vulnerable, Aisha’s eyes roam over their bodies, taking in every curve and imperfection. She feels a rush of arousal at the sight of them presenting themselves to her so obediently. “Good girls,” she purrs, reaching out to trail her fingers along the length of Brenda’s arm. “You’re both so beautiful…and now you belong to me.”

Brenda shudders under her touch, hating how easily Aisha manipulates her. She knows she’s trapped, caught between the fear of what this woman will do to her and the desire to protect her daughter. Aisha moves closer to Brenda, trailing her hands down the side of her body before cupping one of her breasts harshly. Brenda gasps in pain and tries to pull away, but Aisha holds onto her tightly. “You want to disobey me again?” Aisha asks menacingly. “Remember what happened before when you tried that.”

Brenda swallows hard, the memory of the punishment still fresh in her mind. She knows that resistance is futile, and so she forces herself to relax under Aisha’s touch. Aisha grins wickedly at this show of obedience. “Good. Now, bend over for me.” Brenda does as she’s told, bending over with her hands on the floor and her ass presented to Aisha. She hates how easily she follows these commands, but she knows she has no other choice.

Aisha moves behind Brenda, trailing her hands over her back and down to her hips. She grips them tightly, pulling them up until Brenda is on tiptoes. “That’s it,” Aisha growls into her ear. “Present yourself to me like the obedient little bitch you are.” Brenda whimpers softly, hating how aroused this humiliation makes her feel.

Aisha’s eyes gleam with excitement as she continues to dominate Brenda and Julie, forcing them to submit to her every desire. She loves the control she has over them, and she plans to make them suffer as much as possible to teach them a lesson they’ll never forget.

As she enjoys the sight of Brenda bent over with her hands on the floor, Aisha brings the riding crop down on her back, making her cry out in pain and fear. Each strike elicits a new gasp or whimper from the younger woman, reminding Aisha of how much power she holds over her.

Julie watches the scene unfold, her eyes filled with a mix of horror and rage. She hates seeing her mother treated like this, but she also knows that any disobedience on her part will only lead to further suffering.

Aisha turns her attention to Julie, still standing naked in front of her. “And what about you, little brat?” she taunts. “Do you still think you can defy me?”

Julie swallows hard, her eyes darting between her mother and Aisha. She knows she can’t fight back, but she also can’t let her mother suffer alone.

In a moment of desperation, Julie decides to take control of the situation in the only way she can think of. She lunges at Aisha, tackling her to the ground and trying to pin her down.

Aisha is caught off-guard by Julie’s sudden move, but she quickly regains her composure. She smirks as she feels the young girl’s body pressing against her, her strength no match for Aisha’s experience.

“Oh, you want to play rough, do you?” Aisha purrs, her voice low and taunting. “Very well, little firecracker. Let’s see how long you can keep up this fight.”

As Julie struggles to keep Aisha pinned down, the older woman manages to slip out from under her grasp. She grabs Julie by the arm, twisting it painfully behind her back. Julie cries out in pain, her body writhing in agony as Aisha’s grip tightens.

Aisha’s eyes gleam with excitement as she continues to dominate her captive audience. She takes pleasure in the power she holds over these two women, forcing them to submit to her every desire. As Aisha maneuvers Brenda’s body, she moves with a fluid grace that comes from years of experience. She knows exactly how to manipulate her pet’s body for maximum effect, eliciting gasps and cries of pain from the younger woman. “You like this, don’t you?” Aisha purrs into Brenda’s ear. “Having your body used and abused for my pleasure.” Brenda whimpers softly in response, unable to deny the strange thrill that goes through her at being used this way. She hates how easily Aisha manipulates her, but she also knows that any resistance will only lead to further suffering. Aisha moves closer to Brenda, trailing her hands down the side of her body before cupping one of her breasts harshly. Brenda gasps in pain and tries to pull away, but Aisha holds onto her tightly. “You’re mine now,” Aisha growls into her ear. “And you will do as I command, or you will suffer the consequences.”

Brenda swallows hard, the memory of the punishment still fresh in her mind. She knows that resistance is futile, and so she forces herself to relax under Aisha’s touch. Aisha grins wickedly at this show of obedience. “Good. Now, bend over for me.” Brenda does as she’s told, bending over with her hands on the floor and her ass presented to Aisha. She hates how easily she follows these commands, but she knows she has no other choice.

Aisha moves behind Brenda, trailing her hands over her back and down to her hips. She grips them tightly, pulling them up until Brenda is on tiptoes. “That’s it,” Aisha growls into her ear. “Present yourself to me like the obedient little bitch you are.” Brenda whimpers softly, hating how aroused this humiliation makes her feel. She knows that no matter how much she hates it, her body betrays her desires each time.

Aisha continues to dominate Brenda and Julie, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she forces them into submission. She takes pleasure in the sounds of their pain and fear, knowing that they’re suffering for defying her.

Aisha moves back to the riding crop, her eyes never leaving the two captives. Aisha’s dark eyes gleam with satisfaction as she holds the riding crop in her hand, relishing the fear and anticipation she’s instilled in her captives. She knows they’re trapped in this twisted game, forced to submit to her every whim.

As she raises the crop above her head, Aisha takes a moment to savor the power she holds over Brenda and Julie. She loves the control she has over their bodies, and the thought of using it to punish them for their disobedience and rape her American dogs for her pleasure has her heart pounding with sadistic excitement.

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Tara visits Factory O again and has a thrilling new experience

June 1, 2038

Dear Diary,
I visited Factory O again last night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since my last visit, when four girls worked my pussy raw. I got a new paycheck and decided to quench my thirst for another big orgasm (or maybe some more!) at Factory O.

As I was showering off in the locker room, a mandatory practice at Factory O, I looked around and realized how busy it was. Naturally, I was excited because that meant I got to look at a variety of women during shower time. I loved to watch other women touch their pussies in the shower; it was one of my favorite parts of Factory O. Last night,
though, was different. As I was rinsing my hair, glancing around at the women in the room, I felt someone else’s fingers run along my clit and between my pussy lips!

Startled, I spun around to see a forty something year old woman with dark curly hair and a pudgy body facing me, looking at me lustily. “I’ve been watching you here for weeks and tonight i just have to have you.” She said to me. I was stunned, but somehow intrigued. She took me to a massage parlor in the back rooms of Factory O and locked the door. Still wet, she pushed my slippery body onto the vinyl massage bed. Kneeling down on the ground, she spread my legs and buried her face in my pussy, hungrily eating it, lapping my lips and sucking my juices. After she got me hot and bothered, sucking my clit, she came up for air and sat down next to me on the bed, facing me. “Look, my cunt is throbbing,” she said, opening her legs to reveal a pussy that was lightly topped with curly, but neat, pubic hair. Her outer lips were pudgy, like her belly, but inner lips still poked through. She was right, her pussy was swollen and pink, begging to be serviced. Her clit was large, but not alarmingly so, and white juices ran down from her puckering vagina. “Please,” she begged, “Please lick my clit.” Intrigued, I obliged, taking small laps of her swollen button. Despite how throbbing it was, it was still squishy and wrinkly underneath my tongue. I flicked it with the tip of my tongue back and forth, eliciting moans from this stranger in the locker room. I took the length of my tongue and ran it along her clitoris, afterwards, I licked it in circles, blowing deep breaths of hot air onto her trembling cunt. “Ohhhhhhhh” she moaned, and I came up.

She gave me a wicked smile and asked, “Ever tribbed before?” I told her I’d heard of tribbing on the Internet, but never tried it myself, though I’d wanted to. She laid me on my back and spread my legs. “Close your eyes,” she said, “and imagine something hot, wet, and squishy pressing hard against your open pussy. Imagine a the tickle of a little sticky pubic hair on your wet lips. Imagine rubbing a mass of hot, very squishy tissue against your clit, and locking your cunt lips with someone else’s.” With that description, I was in. She straddled me and lowered her vulva over mine. The moment our pussy lips locked, it was magic. Her lips were in between mine, and mine were jn between hers. She began to grind her hips back and forth, giving my cunt a lap dance. Our juices squished and slurped as we tribbed on the massage bed. The pressure of her being on top was amazing, and the juice flowing from her vagina electrified my clit. Feeling her lips run, slippery, back and forth in between mine was heaven. We rubbed together like this for what seemed like forever, moaning in ecstasy. She ground her hips in circles, tangling our inner lips in each other and soaking them in a pool of juices. “Oh yeah, ride my pussy,” I told her. “I like your juice on my vagina” She said “I want your clit on my clit.” She spread her lips to reveal her large, squishy clit again, and I spread mine to reveal my red button. She lowered herself once again and our pussies were against each other and completely open, our lips spread wide and our clits kissing. “Ready?” She asked, and her pendulous tits swang back and forth as she ground her clit against mine. I screamed in pleasure and involuntarily, my hips too started to grind. Occasionally, she would move her pussy high up on mine, to deposit extra sticky juice onto my clit from her vaginal opening. In turn, she’d drag her pussy down, using her clit and clitoral hood to scoop up some of my juices. She told me “Feel the pulsing of my clit on yours! Feel my big pussy squish all over yours!” After only a few minutes of this clit-on-clit humping, this stranger and I were both wracked with orgasms. Our hips bucked wildly and our pussies slipped against each other, each slip, slide, and drop of juice making the orgasm stronger. We came and came and came, soaking the massage table and each other with juices.

By now, our cunts felt suctioned together, and as we pulled them apart, strings of sticky juices hung between them and each of our holes were twitching and puckering in the aftershocks of orgasm.

Without another word, she and I left the massage room, and I went home, saving my money and leaving my mystery sex partner in the locker room at Factory O

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Chapter Fifty-One

ELENA

When I awoke, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I could feel it in my throat. What had I been dreaming of? Nothing. That timeless void, that empty space in my memory that existed between my fall from the tower, and my rebirth in Jonias’s catacombs. A chill crawled through me, though I was sweating bullets. I curled into the bedding, and suppressed a horrible sob.

“Can’t sleep?” came a whisper from the darkness. In that moment, I wouldn’t have cared if the devil himself were in my room; just so long as I wasn’t alone.

“No.” I whispered back to Mother.

She illuminated a candle, and went about igniting the nearby oil lamp. “You used to get night terrors when you were younger,” she muttered, “I’d have to stay up with you until dawn. They started soon after your father died.”

“I don’t remember them.” I moaned, and tried to shift in the bed. I was still too weak, and any strength in me had been exhausted by my climb up the stairs. I eyed the chamber pot that sat just out of reach, and sighed. “Mom,” I whispered, “I need to pee.”

She raised her brows, then glanced at my predicament. “I see. And um… how does Lady Jonias go about… keeping your modesty?”

“She just tilts me to the side. I can do the rest.”

Mother opened the chamber pot, then moved behind me, took me by the shoulders, and pushed me to my side. I fished into my gown, grabbed my cock, and aimed it. With a push, I felt the sweet release in my loins, and I shuddered with satisfaction. I didn’t notice how deathly silent the room had become until after my stream sputtered out. That was when the realization came to me.

“Oh, shit.” I groaned, “Sorry, Mom, I shouldn’t have—”

“It’s fine,” she muttered, though her hand was shaking against me, “It’s well-past time that I accept the reality of what you’ve become—of who you are.”

“Of who I am.” I laughed bitterly, made myself modest, and rolled onto my back to look at her, “You should be pleased; you finally got the son you always wanted.”

She scowled, though I could tell by the angle of her brows that I’d hurt her. “I didn’t want a son, Elena,” she said softly, “I was just afraid of having a daughter. A son would be nothing like me at all, but a daughter…”

“Well, your fears were in vain then.”

“No, they weren’t.” Mother whispered. Her face was shadowed by her silvery blonde hair, but a flicker of orange light across her cheek showed that it was wet with tears. She turned around, and sat gingerly at the foot of my bed. “I thought a lot about what you said to me yesterday,” she said softly, her voice shaking, “I walked for miles, just thinking about it. Thinking about what I could’ve done differently, about the things I should’ve said, or the things I should never have spoken.” She laid her right hand over her left in such a way as their profiles were the same. “I used to look at you, and see me at the same age. It terrified me to see that, for I knew what you must’ve been going through.”

“You knew nothing about me.”

“I am your mother, Elena!” She hissed, whipping her head so that I saw the fierceness of her tear-speckled gaze. “You are of my blood and flesh.” She raised her pressed hands, “You and I walked the same paths, only twenty years apart. The lonesome childhood, the single-peered life, the unsure years of maturation, and the fear. I remember the fear. I tried to save you from it, but I failed.” Her hands moved together as she raised them. “The same path. Perhaps the scenery was different, but the turns were the same. I hid myself in a life of politics. You hid yourself in a life of soldiery. We were loners that hid in large packs, dedicating our lives to a distraction so that we wouldn’t have to face the truth!” She broke into a sob, then corralled it with a shuddering breath. “Then, our paths diverged.” She separated her hands, “I stayed the course my mother set me upon, and it became who I was.” She moved her right hand to the ceiling, and opened it as if letting something go, “But Yavara rescued you from that fate, and you became who you always were.” She turned her head away, concealing her face from me. “I’m so glad that you had Yavara to save you, Elena.”

“Mom?” I asked cautiously, “What are you talking about?”

She took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. “I never married after your father died. I was a woman fresh out of my teens, living in the prime of her youth, and I decided to stay a widow. People thought it was because I’d succumbed to grief, that no other man could ever take his place. In truth, I never took another man, because I no longer had to. His death was my liberation from having to feign the most intimate parts of myself. Like pretending I was interested in making love to a man.” She looked slowly up at me, “I’m so glad you had Yavara, Elena, but there was no Yavara to save me.”

She bore her shame plainly upon her face when she looked at me, then dropped her head, unable to hold my gaze. I opened my mouth, then closed it, unable to find the words for the moment. It was very easy to see me in her then. The perpetually-downcast face, fearing that someone might see the truth behind the mask if they looked too long; the hunched shoulders, bowed to bear the weight of the hanging head, and the mask that pulled it all downward; the hands folded demurely together, held tight so that they would not gesticulate, and communicate by accident, the truth behind the mask. Mother had always been so controlled, so calculated in every motion and movement. I’d always thought it was who she was; the political schemer, the thoroughbred aristocrat, but it was all a carefully-rehearsed and practiced lie. She was me–or rather, I was her. She is who I would’ve become had Yavara not forced me to take off the mask. Finally, I found the words that needed to be said.

I extended my hand, and flopped it lifelessly atop hers. “You’re twenty years past me on your path, Mom,” I whispered, “but you’re only a couple steps behind me on mine.”

She slowly raised her face, a question in her sapphire eyes.

I beamed to her. “Remember what you told me on the steps: one step at a time. Take it whenever you’re ready. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Her bottom lip quivered slightly. Her face turned pale, then flushed at the cheeks. Her eyes strained to stay fixed on me. She gulped, and reached to her neckline. She began unlacing her gown.

My heart leapt into my throat. “Um… Mom?” I asked very, very cautiously, “I didn’t… I didn’t mean you should take that step… now. I… um… holy shit. I meant I’d be with you as you… you know… found yourself with… other people.”

Mother paused, her fingers trembling as they clutched the lacing of her bodice. She looked so confused, so terrified and so lost, and her big blue eyes were flitting frantically, searching for a way out.

“Mom?”

Her panicked eyes fell on me. “I… I didn’t mean… I didn’t know what you meant… I’m just…”

“It’s OK, Mom.” I said with a comforting smile, “You’re just confused. You’re so used to wearing the mask, that you don’t know what to do without it on. Sleep on it, and it’ll start making sense in the morning.” I clumsily patted her hand, and winked, “I know you’d never… you know. Take one deep breath, then take another, and let them both out at once through your nose. It’s an old ranger trick. It’ll straighten you out.”

Mother nodded, then took successive breaths, and let them out through her nose. She closed her eyes as the air slid from her nostrils, and the tension seemed to ebb from her shoulders. When she next opened her eyes, they weren’t panicked and unsure, but steady, and peaceful.

“Better?” I asked.

She nodded, her straight silver-blonde hair curtaining her face. “Better.” Then she balled her hands into her gown, and tore it down the neckline. Her alabaster breasts jiggled free from the tear, each one pear-shaped and dotted with a small nipple, only the slight strain of age showing upon them. They shadowed her flat belly, the smooth flesh exposed with the lengthening tear until the triangle of her pelvis was exposed, then the blonde fur between her thick white legs. She let the dress slide from her curves, and pool around her buttocks, the cheeks full and plump, bulging exquisitely beneath the convergence of her slender back. She was gorgeous, a classic elven beauty of grace and curves, as voluptuous as I was, but soft and supple where I was hard with muscle. She kept her face downcast and concealed for a moment, then raised it to steadily meet my gaze. This time, I was the one shaking from head to toe.

“MOM?!” I squeaked.

“Every step of the way,” she whispered, leaning toward me, her breasts pressing between her arms.

“MOM?!”

Her brow furrowed. “I never was a good mother to you, Elena. You became who you are despite me, not because of me. I was absent in all the important moments, and neglectful when you needed maternal love. I kept my distance, and now I regret it more than anything. I won’t push you away any longer. I know I can’t be your mother anymore, but… I want to be close to you.”

“There are other ways to be close to me!”

She shook her head with a sad smile. “I’ve heard tales about the others like you; those that live in Alkandra. Horrible tales. You’re just like them, but you have to keep it subdued here, behind closed doors so that only rumors can filter out. I’ve heard the rumors, Elena, and this afternoon, you confessed them with your own lips. Your kind cannot be intimate without being physical.” She crawled toward me, her posture demure and unthreatening, almost kitten-like as she made her way to my side, then eased herself back to a kneeling position. “I’ve thought about this all day, Elena. I tried to reason myself out of it, but I see no other way. Won’t you have me?”

I shook my head. “No.”

Her lips screwed-up, and I feared she might burst into tears. God, why did she do it?! Why couldn’t she have just fucking left well-enough alone?! But of course, it was I who had altered the dynamic of our relationship with my confessional this afternoon, but… I mean, how the fuck was I supposed to know it would lead to my mother trying to fuck me?! Did emotional trauma get her juices flowing or something, because that would be… well, that would be… just… like… me… Shit. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree after all.

Mom steadied herself with two shuddering breaths through her nose, then eased away her imminent emotional breakdown with a slow exhale. Once again, her posture relaxed, and she became composed. She extended her hand, grasped the bedsheets, and slid them off my body.

“MOM?!”

She held up one finger as though to scold me for interrupting her, then she swept her eyes over my body. They moved up my legs, then lingered curiously on my crotch. I could practically feel them as they examined me. She tilted her head, trying to make sense of what she was looking at, then she continued her ocular adventure up my belly, breasts, and face. Her expression was cast in a very different light when we next made eye-contact. Her features were relaxed, her mouth slightly parted to yield her anticipatory breaths, her eyes rimmed with desire.

“You are so beautiful, Elena,” she whispered, “I always noticed it, but I never truly noticed it until you came back to me in your dark flesh, all grown up and confident in your abilities as a woman. You were still my daughter but… you were different to me. I felt something I was never supposed to feel for you, and I was so ashamed that I buried it very, very deep. But it’s out now, my beautiful baby girl. Such a beautiful girl.”

She extended her hand to touch me, then curled the fingers back into her palm when I gasped. She assessed me with an uncertain bite to her lip, then eased herself beside me, and cozied until our bodies pressed. The soft warmth of her flesh permeated into me, her breasts pillowed against my ribs, her tummy formed along my side, and her thighs pressed to my hip. Her breath was slow and steady against my cheek, the scent of her wafting into my nostrils. I was too weak to roll away from her, and so all I could do, was lie on my back, and try with all my might to tame my body. I closed my eyes to force my imagination elsewhere, but my go-to boner-killer had always been an image of my naked mother, and now that image was hardly helping. Oh, goddamn my dark-elf mind! Was there nothing sacred to me? Was there not a single innocent emotion that I could keep uncorrupted?! But of course, innocence to a dark-elf was but honey to sweeten debauchery, to drag the depravity to new lows, to heighten the perverse and disgusting ideas that made sex so much greater. My mother wanted me. My prim, proper, uptight mother was a closeted lesbian, and she wanted me, her own daughter, to fuck her. The thought twisted itself gleefully into my psyche, burrowed into my precious memories, and turned them all into dripping mosaics of depravity. And she was right against me, her hot flesh molding to my curves, her breath filling my sinuses, her heart beating into my breast.

“You’re getting hard for me.” She said softly, her voice gentle and sweet, that of a mother’s whisper. It slipped into my ear like velvet, and caressed my mind.

“Don’t touch me.” I hissed.

“I won’t. Not until you ask me to.” She smiled against my ear. “I’ve done my research on your kind, Elena. After I learned of your transformation, I’ve been gobbling-up every bit of news of the hybrids from Alkandra, trying to find out who my daughter had become. They say you have succubus blood in you. Well, a succubus can’t be forced, can she? She’s always willing. It doesn’t matter the situation, or the person. It could be her own daughter, or her own mother.” She kissed my neck so tenderly that it seemed to create a weak spot there. “Let me love you, baby-girl.” She moaned so sweetly, undulating softly against me, “I haven’t been with another for nearly twenty years. I’m practically a virgin again. Come on, baby-girl; fuck the hole you were born from.”

My cock sprang, a spurt of precum frothing from its tip. Mother giggled. “I bet you didn’t think I could talk like that.” She gnawed on my earlobe, “There’s so many things you don’t know about me, Elena. Fifteen years of being a widow has led me to some… extensive self-exploration.” She pressed herself harder against me, and breathed with a shuddering whisper, “I want to try it all with you.” She overlapped her thigh with my hip, and I could feel the heat between her legs burning wetly against me. “I want you to love every inch of me,” she moaned, “please, Elena. I know you’re scared; I’m scared too. Take this step together with me.”

I closed my eyes, let out a slow breath, and whispered, “Do you want me to call you ‘Mommy?’”

She inhaled sharply through her nose, her body becoming suddenly tense. “Yes,” she whispered back, her breath quaking with arousal, “I would like that very much.”

I turned my face to hers. Her eyes were swimming, deep and blue, depthless in their love for me. She used to look at me like that when I was a child, the light of her life, the centerpiece of her future before my adolescence robbed us of our tender intimacy. But there it was: a mother’s love, so pure and vast that it consumed me in its comfort and warmth. Yes, there were perverse desires tinging that sapphire gaze, but they were not kinks born from corruption; they were simply hues of the love she already had. It was beautiful and untainted, so unlike the desires I had for her. My twisted mind painted images of vindictive power-sex, of making my mother beg for my forgiveness while I abused her, or perhaps the reverse, for our sex would have to reflect the resentment that pervaded our relationship, right?! But she only saw in me, her daughter. It broke me. I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed a mother until I saw that gaze once more, and all the horror and agony of the last two days came crashing down on me. In an instant, I was a little girl again, unable to cope with what had happened, but no longer needing to, for I had my mommy to make it all better. I wept.

She took me into her arms, and rolled me to face her. Our breasts pressed together, our nipples stabbing pleasantly as the pliant fat formed a squishing seal around them. She held my head in her hands, her fingers working delicately through my hair, and she brought me into her mouth. Never had I been kissed in such a way. It was romantic, yes, and dripping with sexuality, but the gentle slither of her tongue upon mine was like the soothing caress of her fingers; tender and maternal. She kissed me like how a mother would, and I kissed her back like a daughter, my lips and tongue asking for comfort and love, and hers responding in kind. She moaned between the seal of our lips, and overlapped her thigh with mine. My cock slipped between her legs, and she gasped suddenly, her eyes flashing open. For a moment, we just stared at each other, stuck in the anticipation of what was about to happen. My cock was nestled between her folds, teasing her entrance with my tip, throbbing in cadence with her slit as she salivated upon my shaft. Her breath was tense, her eyes reflecting my own uncertainty. We could go back from this, and never again speak of this night.

“One step at a time,” she whispered into my mouth, “whenever you’re ready.”

“I can’t move; I’m too weak.” I whispered back.

She wrinkled her nose in a smirk. “That was such a cheap cop-out, Elena. I’m disappointed in you.”

I stuck my tongue out teasingly, and she wrapped her lips around it, and grinned. I winked, and she closed her eyes. She took my tongue into her mouth, and took my cock into her pussy. Our eyes flashed wide open; our breath caught. The realization of what we’d just done shone in our gazes, our irises quivering in their bulging orbs. The sensation was more visceral than I thought possible, and the shock of it fired through my nerves. Heat. Wetness. Tightness. These were the fractured thoughts that shot through my mind before the lucid dawning came to me. I’m inside my mom. Only then did I realize the pleasure of it. And oh… oh god, what pleasure!

Mommy slowly withdrew my tongue from her sucking lips. “Elena,” she whimpered, “we’re making love.”

“Oh, fuck.” I gasped, “Oh my god…”

“It’s OK,” she whispered, her brow furrowing in pleasure, “it’s OK, baby-girl. It’s not wrong.”

“Yes, it is!” I growled, gritting my teeth against the rising pressure in my loins, “That’s what makes it so fucking hot!”

Mom wrinkled her nose in a sneer. “My baby-girl’s a kinky little lady, isn’t she?”

“I’m such a fucking pervert.”

“Mmm,” she purred, “show me.”

I shifted as best I could on the bed, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. I groaned frustratedly, “I want to show you what I can do, Mommy, but I’m too weak!”

“Shh…” she burred her lips against mine, “shh, baby-girl. I know you’re a stud; you don’t have to prove anything to me. Let me show you what Mommy can do.” She wrapped her thighs around my waist, and rotated us until she was straddled atop me. Her legs spread slowly, separating more and more, and she sank deeper and deeper. She pulled her hair back with both hands behind her head, and stared down with fascinated eyes as inch after inch of me went into her until I was gone. She took a moment to process the new reality and sensations, her breasts heaving with her heavy breaths, then she looked up at me from the tops of her eyes, and flexed around me. I gasped. Her internal muscles rolled up my length, sucking me deep into her, holding me tighter than any forty-year-old woman should. She stayed upright, her hands laced together behind her head, her elbows flared to push her chest forward. Her soft tummy clenched and relaxed as her hips began to rock.

“Does my baby-girl love her mommy?” She whispered, her words dripping with tender lust, her face cast in a maternal and lecherous light. Her eyes were lidded heavily as she stared down at me, her lips parted to yield her soft expiring breaths. Her breasts bobbed gently; the nipples so stiff that the dark flesh was prickled.

“Yes!” I mewled, trapped in my paralysis, unable to move. Somehow, the captivity of my flesh made everything even better. I was a helpless baby all over again, and needed my mommy to take care of me. What an exciting dynamic it was. I embraced the role wholeheartedly. Pouting my lips and batting my lashes, I tucked my chin cutely, and said in a baby-voice, “I love my mommy’s tight pussy.”

Mom giggled, and stooped low. Her arms moved before her, her back curved behind her, and her hair cascaded around her face to curtain us both, isolating us. “And mommy loves her baby-girl’s little cock in her tight pussy.”

“It’s not little!”

“Insecurity is unattractive, Dear.” Mom snickered, “You’re the perfect fit for my tiny, tight pussy.” She chewed on her lip as she backed her fat ass into me, and ground hard. I groaned, and she gasped, tilting her head, her eyes rolling back for a moment. “I never liked large men,” she whispered, “only a little cock can hit… can hit… that… spot… just… like… that… oh my god!” She breathed in sharply through her nose, “You can’t even move, and you’re already better than your father!”

“Don’t tell me that!”

She looked down at me, an amused smile creasing her gaping lips. “But when I did, your little cock flexed so hard inside of me.” She tutted her pursed lips in faux disapproval, “My baby-girl is getting off to thinking about her daddy fucking her mommy; how shameful.” She grinned wickedly, “You really are a little pervert, aren’t you?” She dipped low, and gnawed on my chin, “Tell me, my precious little pervert; what would you do right now if Daddy was in this bed with us?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Oh, but I do.” She whispered into my ear, then poured her tongue after, lathering it with her wriggling wet member until all I could hear was the pleasant wet squelching. Warmth permeated around the strange erogenous zone, creating a pleasurable tingle that traveled down my neck, and up to the base of my skull. Her tight womanhood kept my cock snuggled firmly inside of her as she performed her bizarre oral dance, lining my cartilage with the tip of her tongue, curling around the folds, swirling into the crevasses. I moaned, tilting my head to give her a better angle. She smiled, then mouthed around my entire ear, gently closing her plush lips to fold it.

“What are you doing?” I giggled.

“You used to like this when you were a baby.”

“You did this to me when I was a baby?!”

She quirked her lips around my ear, then popped it free from her mouth, and smiled down at me. “It wasn’t sexual, you silly girl.”

“It is now.” I said, “That’s something you have to know about me, Mom. Everything, and I mean everything will be sexualized with me. Nothing is off limits. Nothing.”

“Well then, you naughty little hybrid…” Mom grinned, and rolled her lewd muscles up my length, coercing a groan from me, “…are you going to tell me what you’d do to your daddy?”

“I’d fuck him in the ass while he fucked you.” I whispered, “I’m make him come inside you, then I’d pull out of him before I busted, and add my gravy to the baby stew. That way, when you got pregnant, it would be like I was the father too.”

Mom blinked. “Good god, Elena.”

I chewed my lip naughtily, “You asked.”

Her lips quirked. “I’m going to have to punish you now, you disgusting girl.”

I grinned, and stuck my tongue out. “Do your worst.”

She took my hands from my sides, and held them together over my head, pinning me gently. Her body stretched into the position, tilting her pelvis up to slide my cock halfway out of her. Her wet netherlips secreted on my shaft all the way, and clung to my exit in stretching folds of pink flesh, all glistening with her desire. I moaned, and she chuckled, squeezing my wrists in her grip.

“I was never a good disciplinarian,” she mused through her sensual breaths, “I just can’t hurt people; it’s not in my nature. But I can be dominating when I need to be.” She raked her fingers through my hair, and created a soft fist. She smiled when I whimpered. “And you can be very submissive, hmm?”

“Yes, Mommy.” I whispered, my voice tense with pleasure.

“Is this how it will be between us then?”

“Mmm,” I moaned, wiggling beneath her, “for now.” I levelled a dangerous stare, and winked, “Someday, your baby-girl’s gonna grow up though. Then maybe you’ll see another side of me.”

She quirked her lips. “I await the day with great anticipation, but for now…” she gently pulled me upright, and planted my face between her tits, “…you’re just my helpless baby-girl, and you need Mommy to take care of you.”

She cradled my head like I was a newborn, and guided my mouth to her nipple. When I wrapped my lips around it, she mewled with such joy that I knew I’d found one of her week points. It was a vulnerability only reserved for me, the babe who once drank life from her breasts, for she embraced me with such familiar love when I began to suckle, and hummed breathy lullabies. As she sang her lustful, maternal song, she rocked me in her arms, nurturing me, grinding on me, lulling me to a peaceful state in my primal mind, and stoking my carnality all the same. A mother’s songful whisper. A lover’s breathy whimper. They suffused within her voice as I drew her nipple between my lips, flicking my tongue across the swollen node, pumping with my muzzle like I was nursing from her. She looked down upon me with such love, adoring me with those beautiful blue eyes, doting upon me with her fingers through my hair, caressing the roots so tenderly. She undulated onto my crotch, taking my raging shaft deep into her supple insides, closing around me, embracing me, milking me for all I was worth. Her pussy salivated upon my crotch, her clear nectar stringing from her folds, the fluid smearing between us, hot, sensual, an oil of lust to compel the squelching of my gentle violation.

“That’s it, baby-girl,” she moaned so softly, “Mommy’s got you. Mommy’s making you feel so good. Are you going to come for Mommy?”

I nodded with her nipple in my mouth, staring dotingly from the tops of my eyes.

She sniffled, touched beyond reason by the simple gesture. “Mommy wants you to come inside her. Can you do that for me, baby-girl?”

I nodded again. Mom’s face lit up in a radiant smile, and she pulled me deeper into her bosom. My muzzle squished into her supple breast, and I closed my eyes, contentedly surrendering to the lust of the woman who’d birthed me. Her thighs squeezed my hips as she rocked back and forth, pressing her succulent ass into my crotch, creating a soft seal of warmth around the center of her penetration. I slid through her like butter, dividing her fleshy insides, penetrating into her wet, spasming swaths until they were contracting around me. Her breath became husky and low; her hands began to grip my head tighter. She mewled as she rocked, the sound nearly mournful, and so needful.

“You’re making your mommy come,” she whimpered, “you’re cock feels so good inside me!” She kissed the top of my head, and held me tight, “You’re coming too; I can feel it! Come with me! Give me everything! Oh baby-girl, oh baby-girl, oh… Elena!”

She ground her pelvis down, pivoting and swirling, smearing her juices across my crotch, her soft petals outturning and deforming against me. My cock stirred her insides, stretching her entrance, massaging her spasming inner-flesh until it was fluttering around me, squeezing me, willing me to burst. My eyes flashed wide open, and I stared at her as I nursed from her, suckling and fucking, humming my orgasmic cries as she sang her mournful tune of ascension. She heaved over and over, driving our bodies together, sliding her clinging channel up and down my length until I was pulsating and throbbing wildly inside of her, every inch of my being seeming to rush into my loins, the pressure building, building, building, and bursting! I sputtered against her nipple, my spit slathering her, my body becoming rigid with ecstasy. She clamped around me, and shuddered from head to toe, holding onto me for dear life as tense hisses expired from her lips. So subtle was her orgasm, so suppressed in its expression, but I could feel the raging euphoria that coursed through her, the waves that crashed inside over and over. Finally, she threw back her head, and exalted with a hoarse cry, and my voice joined her until they both waned.

The passion ebbed from me, and while our breaths decelerated, I became gripped with anxiety. Mom wasn’t like me. Now that the veil of lust had been lifted, she would realize what she’d done. Cautiously, I lifted my eyes to hers, expecting to see horror writ across her gaze. Instead, I was met with a look of such love that it struck me.

“Amazing,” she whispered, “you’re amazing, Elena.”

“You don’t… feel weird about it?”

“I do, but…” she crinkled her nose at me, “…it’s a good kind of weird.”

I stared at her, slightly awed by what I was seeing. “Who is this woman?”

“I don’t know,” she giggled, hunching her shoulders excitedly, “but I can’t wait to find out!” She bit her lip, and rotated her hips sensually, moaning through her nose. “Mmm… so, it’s true what they say about you hermaphrodites, hmm?” She shuddered when some of me leaked out of her, “Your seed is special.” She chewed on her lip contemplatively, “My own daughter’s sperm is inside me; words I never thought I’d say. Words I never knew would bring me such joy.” She cast her eyes downward, and licked her lips, “But I’m a lesbian, Elena, and I’ve only enjoyed the masculine parts of you.” She slid her hand between us, and pressed it gently upon my chest. With a gradual extension of her arm, she guided me to lie on my back. “I want to know what my daughter’s pussy tastes like.” She hissed.

My cock flexed so hard that Mom’s eyes flashed open in surprise. She gasped, then laughed endearingly. “But I’ll make sure to take care of him first.”

She eased herself upright, her tight netherlips pulling from her body to suck my shaft all the way. We moaned together, then sighed when I popped free, my cock slapping my pelvis, splattering my belly with cum. She hovered her slit over my throbbing underside, and let the rest of my nectar drool from her relaxed opening to frost my cock. She looked at me, and smiled coyly, then looked back at the art she’d created.

“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered.

“You haven’t told me all of them already?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I’ve never given oral pleasure before.”

“Do you want me to tell you how?”

“Just…” she let her voice trail off as she crawled down my body, “…just give me some pointers along the way.”

She placed her hands upon my inner-thighs, and spread my legs wide as she descended between them. Her breasts pillowed beneath her, and her ass bulged behind her, spread tantalizingly wide to create a beautiful profile. With my cock glued to my belly, nothing obstructed mom’s view from everything between my legs. She looked upon my sexuality with fascination, making sense of every fold and crease, every supple dip and moist orifice.

“It’s so pretty.” She whispered, trailing her eyes from my pussy, to my cock, “Even your penis is somehow effeminate.” She pressed her finger against my underside, and gently trailed it through my syrupy seed, “It’s small, and smooth, and not veiny at all.” She flicked her finger away from the head, securing a dollop on her fingertip, “The head is tucked nice and neatly into your foreskin like a shy little bald man in a turtle neck. Such a pretty little girl-penis.”

“If you weren’t my mother, I’d slap you!” I giggled.

She quirked her lips devilishly. “You’re too weak to move, baby-girl. I can do whatever I want to you.” She brought her finger to her mouth, “Besides,” she whispered, “I meant it all as a compliment.” She sucked her finger clean, rolled her eyes contemplatively, and smacked her lips, testing the flavor. Then her pupils dilated, and she smiled stupidly. “Oh, there’s incubus in you too, isn’t there? Such a potent venom.” She tremored between my legs, and moistened her lips with her tongue, “Where are my inhibitions going, Elena?” She tittered, “Oh no! They’re leaving me!”

“You’re so fucking crazy.”

“Well, you know what they say about crazy pussy.” Mom snickered, and hovered her lips over my cock. She opened her mouth, and a rivulet of saliva descended freely from her lower lip to cascade down my cock like butter. She extended the point of her tongue to my base, and licked her way up, her tongue flattening upon its path until it was folded over my underside, nestling the entire berth in its hot, supple embrace. She cleaned me off in one lick, collected my white spunk on her tongue, showed it to me with a gaping smile, then curled her tongue back into her mouth, closed it, and swallowed. She savored the taste with an indulgent exhale, and moaned, “Nothing so disgusting should ever taste that delicious.” She opened her heavily-lidded eyes, “You’re my little chocolate decadence, baby-girl, and I am going to eat every inch of you.”

“Holy shit.” I gasped.

She giggled. “I love that I can make you react like that.” She glanced back down at my cock, “Now, where was I?”

She ran her tongue up me once more, lathering me in a coat of her warm spit before hovering her lips about my head. She pursed them, placing a delicate, maternal kiss upon my tip, then she opened her mouth, and slowly, carefully took me inside of it.

“Teeth.” I instructed breathily.

Mom folded her lips over her teeth, and let my shaft pass through them.

“Tongue,” I moaned, “curl it around me!”

Mom created a bed of her warm tongue, nestling me into it, the tip caressing me beckoningly as she moved me deeper. She got to her throat, and paused.

“Relax,” I groaned, “just let it… slide in.”

Her throat clenched and fluttered, tears formed in her eyes, and she gagged violently. The sudden contraction was heaven on my flesh, and I gritted my teeth against the pleasure that surged into my loins.

“You have to relax it.” I hissed.

Though she tried valiantly, she couldn’t manage her gag-reflex. After choking on me for another minute, she pulled back, a look of disappointment in her tear-filmed eyes.

“It’s OK,” I groaned, “no one gets it their first time.”

She pulled my cock from her mouth, slurping all the way up. It popped free with a smack of her lips, and rested alongside her nose, covering one eye. “I bet you got it the first try.” She snickered.

“Well,” I smirked, “I am a natural.”

“You always were such an over-achiever.” She smiled, and went back to work. Her lips circled around me once more, her tongue pillowed wetly about my underside, and she slipped me into her blissful mouth. I groaned in torpid splendor, unable to move, trapped in my incestual victimhood as my mother fed so tenderly from me. She watched me the whole time, her eyes only closing to savor my flavor, then opening to reveal their sapphire depths, heavily-lidded with satisfied lust, staring with such adoration up at me. My cock began to thump and throb, the pressure building in my loins, my prostate pulsating with contractions, turning my entire pelvic floor into a current of pleasure. I mewled for her, watching the sexual avarice rise in her eyes, the gluttony of me, the unending desire. Her cheeks went gaunt with her suction, her lips slurped and squelched with the high squeaks of pressure, and her head bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down. Her tight seal massaged my length, rotated to change the angle, squeezed me for all I was worth, milked me like a cum-cow until I was crying out between whimpers, unable to contend with such wonderful sensations.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, MOMMY!” I squealed higher and higher, then exploded once more, spurting thick gouts into my mother’s mouth, the pleasure surging up my shaft until every drop had left me. She coaxed all that she could with her lips, humming a moan of lechery, her tongue playing with the hot mixture, frosting my shaft with it until she swallowed the entire load with me still inside of her. As I panted with the aftershocks of ecstasy, she slowly slipped me from her mouth, and beamed.

“Well, how was that?” she asked.

“Do you really need a review after I came like that?!”

“You know mothers love compliments from their children.”

I smiled contentedly down at her. “You were awesome.”

She blushed, and smiled coyly. “I’m awesome at sucking a penis,” she echoed with an embarrassed little eyeroll, “thanks a lot, Elena.”

“You’re sincerely welcome.” I giggled.

Mom laughed with me, then her mirth dwindled into a comfortable anticipation. “You’re penis is wonderful and all,” she said, “but I’m much more interested in the female parts of you.” She moved backward, her face sliding behind my pelvis until only her eyes were visible. I could feel her breath against me, hot and short with anticipation, more needful than it had been all night.

“You’re so beautiful down here.” She whispered. I felt her hands sliding up my thighs, converging on the space between them. Her touch was so careful, so delicate that I almost didn’t feel it until it came upon sensitive flesh. Then, I felt it keenly. Her fingertips caressed my outer lips, pressing gently into the folds, tracing the puffy contours so precisely. She indented the flesh with a light touch, then spread me open, revealing the petals, the slit, and the dilated ovule. Her eyes closed, and she sniffed me like I was a rose. When she exhaled, her breath was shuddering from her. “So, so beautiful.” She hissed, then peered up at me, “How do you want me to touch you?”

“How do you want to touch me?” I smiled with a quirked brow.

“How I would want to be touched, I suppose.”

“Then let me show you how I want to be touched.” I whispered, licking my lips.

Mom puzzled over the ergonomics of the proposition, then shuffled backward, and rotated awkwardly. For a moment, all the sensuality was gone from her while she tried to address the logistics of arms and legs, then she figured it out, and smiled back at me. Her plump ass wiggled in the air, the cheeks clapping gently to barely expose what was between them. As she shuffled backward, she teased her advance with her gyrating hips. Soon, her tummy was pressing against mine, and her pelvis was resting on my breasts. I felt her pillowing chest sink into my crotch, enveloping my cock, and I groaned pleasantly. Then, with much effort, I managed to get my uncooperative hands in front of me, sink my thumbs into the dimples of the succulent pale domes before my face, and peel them apart.

“Mommy?” I gasped, “Did you get a wax?”

“Earlier today,” she smiled back at me over her shoulder, “just for you, baby-girl.”

“It’s the best present anyone’s ever gotten me.” I giggled, admiring Mom’s assets. Her pussy was remarkable tight for a woman of her age, though I could see the effects of childbirth on it. How a baby had come out of an opening so small was a wonder, and realizing that that baby had been me was even stranger. Her puffy folds were blushing with arousal around the ribbons of flesh that made her inner-sanctum, and I slid my thumbs to those curtains, and opened them gently. She quivered atop me, and I reclined my head to catch her expression as she stared back at me. There was anxiety in her eyes, like that of a virgin girl, but there was need—oh, such need. This time, I would have to take the first step for the both of us.

I levelled my gaze upon the flower I’d opened between her folds. The unfurled petals were vivid pink and glistening with her nectar, webbed with strings of my cum and moving gently on their own, seaming to shift with some long expiration from the small hole at their center. Her opening was swollen from the abuse it had taken, and was now ruby in color and teeming with sensation. My eyes drew to her clitoral hood, which now only partially-concealed the throbbing pearl within it. That was always a good place to start.

“Just relax, Mommy.” I whispered into her depths, enjoying the feminine scent of her, “I’ve got something special just for you.”

I pursed my lips around her clit, and sucked sensually. She gasped, her legs quivered, and her belly tensed. I quirked my lips around my dessert, and drew her into my mouth. With her secured gently behind my lips, I snaked my tongue to the forefront, and began drawing patterns across her.

“Oh my goodness!” Mom whimpered, “Oh, sweet holy mother above!”

Her breath was hot and unsteady upon my nethers, pants of euphoria without regard for her situation. I rotated my mouth around her, circling her with my tongue, then drew my point to her, and flicked rapidly. Her mewling became high and desperate, sounding nearly like fits of frustration, like she was unable to contend with the sensations she was experiencing between her legs.

“Elena!” she cried, “Stop! No… no, don’t stop! I can’t… oh god, it’s too good! You’re going to make me come!”

I slurped loudly in response, a devilish smile creasing my occupied lips, my tongue only torturing her further. Her hips began to oscillate without her permission, her body reacting to the barest motions of my tormenting appendage. My mother was becoming my tongue-puppet, and I abused the poor woman. I released her from my sucking mouth, and danced across her swollen red clit with all the dexterity my tongue had to offer, swirling, teasing with the point, lying flat against her and encasing her into a bed of supple oral flesh. She hissed and sputtered, wined and whimpered, cawed and croaked. Her fingers dug into my flank, squeezing my ass just to have something to hold onto, to keep her earthbound lest she ascend into insanity.

“Elena, Elena, Elena!” She sobbed, each call of my name becoming more desperate until her voice broke. I worked her into a frenzy, pushed her past the point of mania, and over the precipice. Her back dove into an arch, her shoulders pinched back, her tummy distended convexly, and she came. Hot liquid sprayed from her urethra, dousing my face, filming my muzzle. I giggled delightedly at my mother’s loss of bodily functions, and hovered my mouth over the sweet spray, drinking it in. She cried out through it all, sounding each wave that crashed through her until the ocean within subsided, and she was left panting on my nethers.

“What was that?!” She hissed when words returned to her.

“That was a girl blowjob.” I tittered, “Since you did such a good job sucking me, I decided to return the favor.”

“How chivalrous of you.” Mom finished collecting her breath, then smiled back at me, “Now, where were we?”

“Follow my lead, Mommy.” I smirked, and descended once more. I shifted my face beneath her, and planted my muzzle right into her heat. She gasped, taken by the sudden sensation, and I had to remined her of her duties with a flex of my cock between her legs. Her equanimity was restored, and she hovered her mouth over my netherlips, and gave me a kiss. For a moment, she did nothing.

“I’ve waited so long for a moment like this.” She whispered, “Never in a million years did I think it would happen, and the last person I ever thought it would happen with, is you. Thank you so much for giving me this.”

“You talk too much, Mommy.”

She smirked, her lips brushing me so gently, “I’ll put my mouth to better use then.” She nuzzled her nose and mouth into my slit, smooshing the delicate flesh, spreading the puffy curtains. She inhaled through her nose, filling her sinuses with my scent, and she let out a shaking breath through her mouth, moistening my dewy flesh. I smiled around her folds, and snaked my tongue into her slit. She shuddered, and did the same. I traced her inner-folds with my tongue, taking care to lick those small creases and pleats, leaving no surface untouched. She followed my lead, though not exactly. Her tongue was exploratory, her movements were curious, and she tested herself with me, listening for my tutoring cues. I was overly-receptive, moaning loudly when she was doing well, always feeding her the necessary positive reinforcement. She was a virgin in this kind of lust, so she was incredibly easy to please, and her responsiveness only propelled me further.

I snaked two fingers through her slit, and parted it with a fork of the digits. It took her a moment to react in kind, for she was briefly stunned by the sudden exposure of her insides. Then, she opened me as well, and I felt her breath being gently pushed into my depths. I lathered her outsides on my path toward her entrance, then rested the point of my tongue against her tight opening, and slithered it inside. She inhaled sharply through her nose, her knees clamped around my head, and her ass wiggled in the shock of her violation. I couldn’t help but giggle endearingly at her reaction, and with an impish daughterly grin, I began misbehaving inside my mommy.

I burrowed my tongue deeper, swirling it inside, slathering her entrance with my spit as I tenderly stretched it open. She clenched around me, mewling with a disbelieving tenor, frozen in the pleasure I licked into her. Oh, she tasted delicious, and the very idea that I now knew intimately what my mother tasted like aroused me to greater heights. I didn’t fool around inside her; I went right for her spot, my tongue sliding along her contoured ceiling until she cried out my name in glee. Once there, I tortured her ceaselessly, drawing myriad patterns with differing speeds until I finally found the combination that made her thighs quiver, her insides clench, her hips rock, and her mouth whimper. Then, locking-in to her vulnerable swath of nerves and flesh, I flexed my cock through her milky tits, and reminded her once more of her duties.

“Sorry, baby-girl.” She mouthed against me, unable to give voice to what she wanted to say, for she was breathless. She didn’t snake her tongue inside me, but poured it in, a waterfall of supple wet flesh and spit that stretched me open, burrowed deep, and tasted without manners. I was shocked by her sudden unbridled hedonism, her gluttony of me. She feasted, slobbering and squelching, mouthing around me with spit-filled kisses as she extended her fat tongue to its full length, and began cleaning me out. She wasn’t following my lead at all, but reacting intuitively to her own instincts, flying free from my teachings, becoming her own woman. I was almost proud of her, but pride was a hard emotion to feel when I was taken so suddenly by her boorish consumption.

“Mommy, your tongue feels so good in my pussy!” I squealed like a little girl, and Mom twerked her hips teasingly to remind me of my duties to her. I slid my tongue back into her, and recommenced my torment of her vulnerable spot. She responded in kind, finding my erogenous points, and manipulating them—manipulating me. My body moved at her command, shifting and wiggling, gyrating and grinding, writhing beneath her in a pathetic dance of submission. Perhaps she was inexperienced, but she was still my mother, and I was still her baby-girl. She dominated me, but it was a maternal overbearingness that took me, a love I needed to submit to. My tongue ceased its fervent dance inside her, and began to caress her spot lovingly. Slowly, tenderly, I drew my tongue around and through it, quelling the growing storm between her legs, bringing the boil to a simmer. She did not let up on me. Her avaricious consumption of my cunt only became more impassioned. Her lips smacked and rotated, her nose pressed into my folds, her hands kept me spread open, and her tongue… oh god, her tongue! Though she was unrefined and slobbery, her tongue was soft and wet, slathering me so completely, leaving no part of me untasted. I could only quiver at the knees, a slave to the lassitude that had begun to suffuse my groin, the feeling that ballooned ever outward, roiling through me, turning my strength into weakness, making me clench in spasms until my neck striated with tension, and I was gritting my teeth against the rising current that tore through me!

“I’m coming!” I cried, and forced my tongue back inside her, dancing it across her spot, making her insides flex and flutter until her back dove into an arch, and her muffled squeals sounded from my depths. We crested the final wave together, and crashed down as one, heaving in the bouts of hysteria that still wracked our ruined muscles.

“Oh my god,” Mom panted, “that was incredible.” She turned around to look back at me over her shoulder, her nose and mouth covered with a film of my lust. “You’re incredible.” She beamed.

“You got me all of your face.” I giggled.

She licked her lips lecherously. “Delicious.”

I grinned coyly back at her, and lowered my face to her depths. I planted a little kiss on her clit, and enjoyed how it pulsed, still so responsive. I slid the point of my tongue through her slit, and savored the way the petals gave way to me, opening like a flower to invite my entrance. I pursed my lips, and kissed her all the way up her taint, the taste of her becoming sourer, but not unpleasant to my unique palate. When my eyes crested the convergence of her bulging cheeks, she was looking at me with a perplexed expression. I licked her taint from the bottom of her pussy, relishing the way the flesh prickled, then I continued my path all the way to her puckered, tight asshole. There, I planted a tender kiss, adding a lip print to the spoked aperture. Mom gasped, shock in her eyes, but though she might’ve been truly surprised by what I’d done, her tight little asshole pushed back against my mouth when I touched it.

“Elena, what are you doing?!” She exclaimed.

I grinned at her. “Don’t play coy with me, Mommy; I felt you push back.” I sniffed her vile button, and shuddered at the decadent scent. “You’ve played with this hole before, haven’t you?”

Her cheeks burned furiously. “I… I… was drunk and alone… I was just… curious.” She hid her face in her hands, “Oh good mother above! This is so humiliating!”

I gave her a bemused smile. “After everything else, this is the humiliating part?!”

She peeked at me from between her fingers. “It’s so filthy, Elena. Only degenerates derive pleasure from such a spot.”

I raised my brows. “Degenerates like me, you mean?”

“You know what I meant!” She snapped.

“Ah… you meant gay people. Not lesbians, obviously; lesbianism is frowned upon, but not outright reviled. Not like those gays who stick their… mmm… stick their wet, soft tongues right into each other’s tight little assholes, right?” I whispered. I planted my hands onto Mom’s supple cheeks, and squeezed until my fingers disappeared in the fat. She moaned, her head tilting up, one of her eyes looking back with comingled concern and pleasure.

“What are you doing, Elena?” She hissed.

“Oh, nothing.” I giggled, “Nothing gross like those damn faggots do, anyway.” I stuck my tongue out, “Nothing like that at all.” Before she could object, I’d spread her fat ass open, planted my mouth around her tiny anal ring, and pushed my tongue through the dot at its center. I popped my wriggling point into her hot channel, squirmed the rest inside, and tasted her. She gasped, her shoulders pinching back, her entire back clenching in a display of soft muscular shadows.

“Elena!” She screamed.

“Mommy!” I mouthed evilly back, and swirled my tongue around, dilating her further, smoothing the spokes of her anus until the tight entrance stayed open for me. Mom was unable to contend with the foreign pleasure, for she was stuck halfway between scolding me and begging me, her eyes a beautiful storm of conflict. The conflict was short-lived, however, for when my lips began applying suction around her rim, and drew the pressure outward until it was a swollen ring of congested nerves, all she could do was collapse atop me, and whimper in surrendered pleasure. I withdrew one of my gripping hands from her flank, letting the cheek reform, and I placed it on her pussy. There, I penetrated her readied slit with my middle and index fingers, curled them toward me, and pressed against the point of my tongue from the other side. After that, she was butter in my lap. With no verbal persuasion at all, she licked her way through my slit, down my crack, and into my ass. She smacked her lips to test the flavor of my filthiest fun-spot, and mumbled bemusedly, “I don’t know how I expected it to taste,” before she pressed her thumbs around my rim, and stretched it to a ruby oval. Then, she too began to taste me from the inside.

We ate each other’s asses with lazy lust, too spent from our previous bouts to try too hard. We slathered and stretched each other, using our fingers to explore our vacant holes as we worked in tandem to bring each other to a mutual anal orgasm. This one was less violent than the others, but it was seeped in that filthiness that gave it an extra pang of pleasure, that forbidden convulsion that occurred deep, deep inside us, in a place where we were not supposed to feel such delights. When it was over, we were so exhausted that we couldn’t even move off each other, and simply made pillows of each other’s thighs as we idly fingered the holes before us.

As my pinky knuckle slipped into Mom’s ass, and the rest moved inside the hole I once called home, I yawned, “What will tomorrow bring for us?”

“Don’t worry about it, baby-girl.” She sighed contentedly, mildly fascinated with how easily I took four of her fingers into my ass. “God, you’re so stretchy.”

“Thanks?”

She smiled back at me, and retracted her fingers one by one, letting the knuckles pop just like I’d taught her. “It’s a compliment.” She snickered, then made a show of sniffing her pinched fingers, drawing her fat tongue all the way out, licking each one clean.

I crinkled my nose at her. “You, my dearest mother, are a nasty, nasty bitch.”

She blushed with pleasure. “Thank you.”

“I mean it.” I said, giving her rump a good smack, which she enjoyed, “Most women would never do the things you did.”

“I would never have done any of that if it weren’t for you.” She said with a mildly-accusatory tone, “You have a way of persuading your lovers to participate in your perversions, don’t you?”

I grinned evilly. “Maybe. Maybe I just have a way of awakening their fun sides.” I flicked the point of my tongue across Mom’s anal rim, and giggled when she quivered, “I didn’t make you like it in the ass, Mommy. You were an anal slut long before.”

“Don’t say that about your mother.” She cooed, smiling behind a curtain of her blonde hair.

“Such a dirty anal slut.” I giggled, twisting my pinky inside her gripping hole.

Her breath caught, and her lazy smile quirked just a little bit. “You insolent little brat.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“What?” I asked with big, innocent eyes.

“You’re trying to talk me into letting you sodomize me.”

“Is it working?” I whispered around an expectant smile, and began slowly thrusting my pinky, pushing into her tight hole, stretching it with my retreat so that her rim sucked upon my knuckles.

She groaned, her brow furrowing in defeat. “I shouldn’t let you do these things to me.”

“But you like it.”

“God, I like it so much!” She hissed, her pussy dripping its nectar onto the hollow of my throat.

“I love corrupting you.” I giggled.

“I love it too.” She smiled weakly back at me, “I want you to push me to my limits every time we make love. But remember, baby-girl,” her smile turned into a wicked grin, “it was me who started this whole thing when you were so reluctant, so who’s really corrupting who?”

“Touché.”

“You didn’t get all your fun genetics from Yavara.”

“I guess not.” I laughed, and beckoned her up to me. She rotated, releasing my fingers from her holes, and she crawled up my body, and nestled herself in the crook of my arm. We shifted uncomfortably for a moment before we both realized what the problem was. Then we shared a knowing giggle, and I made myself small so that she could move behind and beneath me, and wrap me in her embrace. I nestled my head between her pillowing breasts, and she planted an affectionate kiss on my neck, then pressed her crotch into my ass, forming a pliant seal. Her hand came around to gently grasp my cock, and her trailing fingers slid down to rest upon my slit. I became hard and wet, but not excited. My lust had been sated, and what was left of it was content with being slowly burned off in my slumber, with my mommy holding me tight, protecting me from all that was bad in the world. I drifted easily into sleep, and for once, I didn’t think about Leveria or Yavara all the rest of the night.

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