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CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER
PART IV
I finally met Annie=s mother that Friday
evening. I=d digested Annie=s biography, and filled in a few blanks by asking
her a number of pointed questions. I had
her tell her mother I=d be bringing over
steaks, so if she could arrange for baked potatoes and a salad, we could all
sit and talk over dinner. I=d dressed well for the
occasion, wearing dress slacks with an open-collar shirt and sports coat. I had spent a considerable amount of time
deciding how I was going to approach this.
AGood evening, Mrs.
Brown,@ I said, entering the
apartment when she answered the door.
Annie=s mother was in her mid‑30's,
having given birth to her only child when she was only 16
herself...just about the age Annie was now. She looked a bit frumpy in her old,
unfashionable clothes, but I immediately saw the potential. Some makeup, a short skirt and some
heels...and especially, a collar...and she=d be
perfect. Old, maybe, but that just meant
experienced and not so ashamed of her own sexuality. The only question now was whether she was
going to be a willing or unwilling participant in my plan.
She ushered me in, and
I handed her the covered container of steaks.
I wasn=t sure
how to proceed from here; quickly reviewing my options I selected the subtle
approach.
AI thought we could get
to know each other first, and then after dinner discuss Annie, if that=s all right.@
ACertainly,@ she answered
graciously. AWould you like to watch
television while I get dinner ready? Perhaps a Coke or something?@
ACoke would be fine,
thank you,@ I replied, taking a
spot on the couch.
I hadn=t seen Annie so far,
but when she did come downstairs a few minutes later, she cringed at my
disapproving scowl. Disregarding her
dress code, she was wearing jeans, tennis shoes and a frumpy sweat shirt.
"I see you've
decided to disregard your dress code,' I chastised. 'Go back upstairs and change. A dress, or a skirt and
blouse. Nothing
else. Oh, and put some makeup on;
you look like shit without it."
"But mama...."
she started.
"I'll take care of
mama," I told her. "You just
go do what you're told, slave. We'll
discuss your attitude and disobedience later tonight. Perhaps you should invite mama to witness
your punishment?"
"No, sir...I
mean...yes, sir, I'll go get changed, and no, sir, I don't think asking mama to
watch would be a good idea, sir," she replied, then
ran back up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
It took her almost
fifteen minutes to get back downstairs, and although her face wasn't quite as
made up as I would have liked, it was okay.
I told her to go heavier on the mascara next time, and to use a bolder
red lipstick from now on. Just as she
lifted her yellow sun dress up to reveal her nakedness under it, her mother
called that dinner was ready.
We ate in near silence,
both women stealing nervous glances at me.
When I was finished, I helped myself to the last of the salad. Both Annie and Rachael sat demurely, waiting
for me to finish. I finally wiped my
mouth with my napkin, crumpling it up and depositing it in on my plate,
indicating I was done.
"Take care of our
plates, Annie, then go upstairs and stay in your room until I call for you.
Your mother and I have a few things to discuss,@ I ordered.
My novice slave got up without a word, cleared
the place setting from in front of me, and padded off while her mother simply
sat wordlessly, staring.
"What was that all
about?" Rachael asked.
"What did Annie
tell you about me? I asked, by way of an answer.
"That you're
tutoring her. Some sort of service
program through the school, I think she said.
I hope so, anyway, because I can't afford to pay you."
"I guess that's as
good an explanation as any. Yes, I am
part of a school tutoring program, but that's not what I'm doing with Annie."
"So you're not her
tutor?" she asked, even more puzzled now.
"I guess you could
say I'm more of a trainer, Rachael. You
don't mind if I call you Rachael, do you?
What I'm training her for has nothing to do with school, though."
"Not school? Then what?"
"I'm training your
daughter to take her rightful place in life, Rachael," I said
reassuringly, leaning back slightly. If
she was going to explode, it would happen now.
"And exactly what
do you think is her 'rightful place?'
"Annie's rightful place
in life is kneeling naked at the feet of her Master,' I replied
offhandedly. "Annie's future is as
a slave. Maybe a sex slave, or maybe
something else ‑ working in a kitchen, or maybe being a wet nurse ‑
but her fate is to be a slave."
"GET THE FUCK OUT
OF MY HOUSE, YOU FUCKING PERVERT!" Rachael responded, standing up suddenly
and grabbing her chair as if to use it as a weapon.
"Before you get
violent, I think you should know that Annie came to me about this," I
said, standing up myself, just in case I needed to make a quick exit. "In fact, I told her I wasn't
interested, but she kept insisting."
"Bullshit,"
the irate mother responded vehemently, but apparently calming down somewhat.
"No, it's
true. You can ask Annie herself, if you
want. If she told you herself that she
wants to be a slave, would you believe her?"
"I don't
know," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Annie! Get your ass down here right now!" I
yelled at the top of my lungs. The sound
of her feet running across the floor above us was unmistakable. In a moment, she was standing in the doorway.
"Yes?" she
asked, trying to catch her breath.
"Tell your mother
about us. The truth, Annie," I
commanded.
"I...uh...I...he...uh...,"
she stammered, her face turning white as a sheet.
"Robert tells me
he's training you to be his slave, and that you asked him to. Is this true, Annie?" her mother asked
pointedly.
"Um...yes,
mama," she answered quietly, her pale face suddenly turning bright red.
"Then tell
me," she insisted. "Tell me so
there's no doubt in my mind.'
"Uh...he's
training me to be his slave. I asked him
to, but he said no at first. Then he
said yes, mama. I can't understand it,
but it just feels right."
"I want to talk to
him alone now. Go back to your room,"
she ordered her daughter. Annie glanced
at me for confirmation. In for a penny,
in for a pound, I figured.
"Not yet,
Annie. Just to make sure there's no
misunderstanding, take your dress off.
Right now,@ I emphasized when she
didn't immediately respond. AJust drop it on the
floor.@
"Oh, my God!"
Rachael reacted when her daughter dropped her dress on the floor, revealing not
only her nakedness underneath, but her decorations ‑ the shaved pussy,
the nipple rings, the red welts from where I'd beaten her. "When did this happen?" she asked.
"Uh...the second
day, mama, when he said he would train me to be a slave."
"What's the
bandage?" she asked next.
"I suppose now is
as good a time as any,' I said, grabbing one corner and ripping it off,
eliciting a sharp squeal from my slave.
"Oh, my
God..." Rachael repeated, seeing the words permanently written on her
daughter's belly. Annie had her eyes
closed, tears forming in the corners.
"Read it to her,
Rachael," I said. "She's never
see it before."
"It says,
"slave cunt," she read.
"That's what she is now, isn't it?
A slave cunt?"
"Not quite, but
she will be eventually, once she's trained," I answered. "Go to your room now, Annie. There's no need to get dressed. As a matter of fact, you're no longer
permitted to wear clothes when you're at home."
"Yes, sir,"
she answered, blushing even more deeply now, as she exited the kitchen.
"I guess we have a
lot to talk about," Mrs. Brown stated.
"Coffee?"
"Please," I
replied. It was the first time I'd said
please since my arrival. I leaned
forward, my elbows on the table, hands
cupping the mug she handed me.
"Mrs, Brown, Annie
is one of the most natural submissives I've ever met," I explained. "Let's face it, she's not the brightest
bulb there is, and she depends on others to make decisions for her. Without this, she's probably going to end up
in some minimum‑wage job, having people take advantage of her. Hell, she could end up whoring for some pimp,
the way she is," I said bluntly.
"This way, she'll know her position in life, and won't need to
worry about anything. All she'll need to
do is obey."
"You sound like
you know a lot about this," she said.
"I guess I know a
bit, but certainly not all there is," I replied seriously.
"So you've...what should
I say...owned?...you've owned slaves before?"
"Just one," I
answered flatly. "She'll soon be
going off to college, though."
"You're sending a
slave to college?" she asked incredulously. "If she's going to spend her life
spreading her legs for you, why would you bother?"
"Two reasons,
actually," I answered. "One,
she's smart. I think an education will
do her good. She'll be of more value to whoever
her owner is if she can do more than ‑ as you put it ‑ spread her
legs. Second," I said, "she's
my sister."
"WHAT! Your own sister? You made your own sister your slave?"
"Yes, she=s my slave - me and my
dad=s, actually. ," I answered. AAnd before you ask,
yes, I=ve fucked her. So has dad.
We don=t do that much anymore,
only when she=s done something worthy
of a reward like that. Mostly, she=s a whore. She fucks other people for money, but she
doesn=t get to keep any of
it. She gives it all to me. She's been fucked by of the students, and
quite a few of the teachers, as a matter of fact. She has a standing Tuesday lunch date with
the principal, too, but he gets it for free."
"I don't fucking
believe this," she said, holding her hands to her head and shaking
it. "You and your father fuck your
sister, you whore her to the entire school, and you're turning my daughter into
a slut."
"No,
Rachael," I said softly.
"Annie's not a slut, and I won't be turning her into one. If she's going to be a slut, it will have to
come from within. Just like her
submissiveness, it comes from somewhere inside.
She wants to be a slave, though, and I'm going to help her with
that."
"I've lost
her," Mrs. Brown said, a resigned note in her voice. "She's gone." She was sobbing softly now. AEverything I worked
for, everything I hoped for her...@
AI wouldn=t think of it that way,
Mrs. Brown,@ I said softly,
reaching across the table to take her hand in mine. She recoiled at my touch, so I didn=t press the issue. AYou=ll never have to worry
about her. Someone will take care of her
for the rest of her life, and she=ll never be a
burden. Unless she=s disobedient, she=ll be well taken care
of, fed well, always have a safe place to live, and she=ll be protected always.@
AI still don=t understand this,@ she sobbed. AI think I need to go
out for a bit.@
AI understand,@ I replied. AWould you rather I
leave, so you and Annie can talk?@
ANo, I don=t think so,@ she said, standing
up. AI really need to be alone right now. I=m going for a walk. I=m not sure when I=ll be back.@
I watched her get up
and walk out the door, almost as though she were in a daze...which she probably
was. As soon as she left, I called for
my slave to come downstairs.
AGo clean the kitchen,@ I told her, Aand when you=re done with that,
kneel in the corner and wait for me.@
AYes, Sir,@ my slave answered.
I went upstairs and
took a look around. Entering Annie=s bedroom, I carefully
went though all her belongings, piling those I was allowing her to keep on her
bed and tossing the rest haphazardly on the floor. Jeans, pants, clunky shoes, all went on the
floor. Likewise the stupid stuffed
animals, cutsie photographs and the idiotic posters of her childhood movie
idols. Going through her drawers, I
tossed her socks and slips; she=d already brought me
all her panties and bras, so she didn=t have any of
those. By the time I was through, she
had a dress, two skirts and four blouses left.
I made a mental note to get her some new clothing; she=d need stockings, and
maybe some sexy heels to go with the leather skirt and vest outfit I=d decided to get for
her.
After I was through in
Annie=s room, I checked out
Rachael=s. Carefully this time, because I didn=t want her to know I=d been there, I went
through the mother=s belongings. Pretty typical for a welfare-class working
woman; nothing special, no fashionable clothing at all. White cotton undies and bras, work clothes
and a couple of pair of sweats for work around the house. Just two dresses - a pastel sun dress, and
what looked to be her wedding gown, carefully preserved in a box on the closet
shelf. It was behind that box that I hit
pay dirt.
I don=t know what it was, but
I had a feeling that Annie=s submissive tendencies
weren=t just random, that
they were somehow instinct or genetics.
The small packet of photos I found behind the wedding gown told the
story. Old black-and-whites of a young
woman - obviously Rachael - in various stages of undress. Several showed her bound and gagged, and in
one, she was kneeling with her hands tied behind her back, sucking on a big,
black cock. Others showed her wearing
nothing but a collar, or laying on a bare mattress on the floor, her collar
chained to a pipe. There was even a
photo of her reaching under a dog=s belly, grasping his
cock - oh, this was one kinky bitch for her time! My dick immediately got rock hard, thinking
of Annie=s mother perhaps having
willingly fucked a dog. That=s when I decided, fuck
it, and threw caution to the wind.
I didn=t give a shit about
being secretive now, and started rummaging through Rachael=s belongings just as I
had Annie=s. The only difference was that I left the
memories of what would soon be her previous life - the family photos, jewelry
and such - alone and concentrated on her clothing. She dressed like a frump, and the only thing
worth salvaging was the sun dress - and even it needed some modification. I had just finished up when I heard the front
door open. I stuck the snapshots in my
back pocket and went downstairs to find Rachael slumped in the overstuffed
living room chair. I walked past her to
the kitchen, where Annie was on her hands and knees, dutifully scrubbing the
floor. I got her attention with a hard
slap on her bare ass.
AYou have garbage bags?@ I asked.
AYes, Sir, under the
sink,@ she answered.
AFine. Take the whole box of them upstairs. You=ll find two piles of
stuff in your room. The things on the
floor go into the trash, the stuff on the bed you may keep. When you=re done in your room,
you=ll find the same
situation in your mother=s.@
She looked up at me in
wide-eyed shock before slowly nodding her head.
I followed her out of the kitchen, smiling at the sight of the bright
red hand print I=d left on her ass. Then I sat down on the couch to talk to the
mother.
AHow was your walk?@ I asked, beginning
with the small talk.
AOkay,@ she responded
listlessly. Well, if she was going to be
like that, then I was going to take things into my own hands. I pulled the packet of photos out of my
pocket and held one up for her to see.
ARecognize it?@ I asked, a slight grin
on my face.
AYou bastard!@ she said quietly. AYou have no business
going through my things!@
AI guess she gets it
from you, huh?@ I commented, flashing
snapshot after snapshot in front of her eyes.
AI think this one is
particularly cute,@ I said, holding up the
one of her jerking the dog off. ADid you fuck him, or
just use your mouth?@
She just sat there,
staring at nothing.
AYou liked it, didn=t you? You liked being used like that. Letting men use your body for their
amusement. It was the only time you felt
worth anything, wasn=t it?@
She hesitated for a
moment before responding. AYes,@ she said in a whisper,
her face turning bright red.
AI=m going to take you
back to that feeling. I=m going to claim you as
mine, to own you. You want that, don=t you? That way you can feel like you have some
value, but at the same time look over your daughter. You want that, don=t you?@ I repeated. AYou want to be my
slave.@
AYes,@ she said, barely
audible.
AGo upstairs into the
bathroom and strip. Throw every piece of
clothing you have on into the trash. Ask
Annie for her makeup, and then do your face.
When you come back down, I want you to be smiling and look pretty for
me. Oh, and make sure you shave,@ I said, pointing at
her crotch.
AYes, Master,@ she mumbled, getting
to her feet.
It took the better part
of an hour, but I eventually had two naked females, a woman and a girl,
kneeling in front of me. I looked them
over carefully before speaking.
ARachael, you are my
slave,@ I said seriously. ASo are you, Annie, but
you are to obey your mother as you would me.
She has full rights over you, and disobedience of her is no different
than disobedience of me. Rachael, I
expect you to help me train Annie to be the perfect slave. The only things you cannot do is apply any
punishment or make her fuck anyone I haven=t previously
approved. Is that clear?@
AYes, Master,@ the older one
responded in a clear voice.
AYes, Sir,@ intoned the younger
one, less confidently.
AOn Monday morning,
Rachael, I want you to take Annie out of school. Tell them whatever you want, that you=re home-schooling her,
you=re moving, or
whatever. She has no further use for
formal education. Understand?@
AYes, Master,@ she answered.
AAs for your job, you=ll keep it. As a matter of fact, I want you to work as
many hours as you can, all the overtime you can get. If you can=t get at least 20 hours overtime a week, find a
second job. Something menial, maybe with
a janitorial company or something like that,@ I commented, half speaking to myself. AFind a job for Annie,
too. At least full time. Maybe as a hotel maid. I think she=d look good in a maid=s outfit, and she=s going to need the
practice at keeping her Owner=s home clean anyway.@ Annie blushed at my words, but both slaves
remained silent, the mother simply nodding her assent.
AYou=ll be turning over your
paychecks to me,@ I notified them. AI=ll take care of the
rent and provide a stipend for food, at least until I decide to move you into
more appropriate accommodations.@ This was something Rachael hadn=t expected, and her
eyes widened. AYou didn=t think I=d want to keep coming
all the way across town for a quick fuck, did you?@ I said
offhandedly. AFor now, though, you
live here. Rachael, move your things
into Annie=s room. You can share it. I=ll need a place of my
own if I decide to stay over.@
AYes, Master,@ she replied. I could tell things were moving too quickly
for her, but I needed to keep her off-balance.
ANow, when you go to
move your things, you=ll undoubtedly notice
most of them are already gone. I=ve taken the liberty of
having Annie dispose of most of your clothing, for example. You won=t need it in the house
anyway, and I=ll buy what I want you
to wear. I=ll need your sizes, by the way,@ I said as an afterthought. AComplete
measurements. Have them for me in the
morning.@
AYes, Master,@ the mother answered.
AGood, I=ll see you then,@ I said, getting up to
leave. I knew Rachael figured I=d be fucking her before
I went home, but that wasn=t going to happen. She was actually a little too old for my taste
- I enjoyed humiliating older women, but not fucking them - but I figured dad
might enjoy her. My only real concern
was whether the two women would even be there the following morning. After some time to think about it all, they
might simply disappear. Well, no great
loss if they did, I thought. Either
Rachael wanted this or she didn=t, and as for Annie,
well, she=d probably stay or go
as her mother did, but at least she would carry the markings of our dalliance
for the rest of her life - or until she could make enough money whoring herself
out to afford laser removal of the tattoo.
I was actually somewhat
surprised to find them both waiting for me, kneeling just inside their unlocked
door when I arrived the following morning.
On the carpet in front of each girl was a simple leather dog
collar. Rachael=s seemed to be
well-used; Annie=s looked brand
new. My dick immediately got hard, even
though it had just received a workout between my sister=s luscious cunt lips
only a quarter hour before.
AWhat=s this?@ I asked, grinning.
AMaster, when my husband
and I played our games and he wanted me to pretend to be his slave girl, he
would put this collar on me. I felt it
was appropriate to bring it out, and took the liberty of purchasing one for
your other slave, Master,@ Rachael replied,
keeping her eyes lowered as she spoke.
AYou want me to put them
on you, is that it?@ I queried.
AYes, Master,@ the two females
replied in unison.
ARachael, look at me,@ I said, gently placing
my fingers under her chin and tilting her head.
AIf I put these collars
on, they don=t come off unless I
take them off. You might end up wearing
yours when you go to tell the school that your daughter is leaving. You could end up wearing it to work, if I=m not here to take it
off.@
AMaster, I don=t care what people
think. I=d be proud to announce to the world the fact that
I=m your property,@ she said, a wide smile
on her face making me actually believe that.
ANo,@ I said after thinking
about it for a moment, AI don=t think I want you in a
collar...at least not a collar someone else gave you. Why don=t we try this one on?@ I said, pulling a
small box from the bag I carried. It
contained a delicate gold choker with a small tag bearing my initials. She beamed when I fastened it around her
neck. I was just pleased that I=d guessed the size
right; it fit snugly, but not overly so.
ADon=t worry, I haven=t forgotten you,@ I said to the other
girl. Unlike her mother=s, Annie=s collar was far from
delicate or subtle. A wide, pink leather
collar encrusted with faux diamonds spelling out the words, ASLAVE WHORE.@ Before fastening it around her neck, I
displayed the words to both women.
AIt means exactly what
it says,@ I said as I fastened
it around her neck, locking it in place with a small padlock. AI decided last night
that Annie=s future will be as a
whore. Her first customer will be here
in two hours, as a matter of fact. Do
either of you have a problem with that?@ Both of them looked up at me wide-eyed.
ANo, Master, A Rachael responded
after a moment, resigned to her daughter=s fate.
AGood, because I told
him Annie was already experienced. It=s your job to get her
that way. Here, put this on,@ I commanded, tossing a
strap-on dildo on the floor in front of Rachael=s kneeling form.
AYou have an hour and a
half to teach your daughter all about sex, and I don=t expect her to have a
virgin hole left when her first customer arrives.@
ABut, Master...@ she started.
ADo it, bitch!@ I growled. She recoiled at seeing a side of me she=d never experienced
before. Of course, we=d only met barely 12
hours earlier. She looked down at the
dildo, then back up at me, pleading with her eyes. ADo it,@ I reiterated. She nodded resignedly and picked the phallus
up. It took her a moment to figure the
straps out, but she finally got it attached, the nine inch latex dick bouncing
lewdly.
ADoggy style,@ I said. AFirst she sucks it,
then she gets fucked like a bitch.@
AYes, Master,@ Rachael responded,
shuffling on her knees in front of her daughter. Annie was already on all fours, tears
streaming out of her eyes as she opened her mouth and began feebly sucking her
mother=s prosthetic cock. I stepped up next to them, and grabbing Annie
by the hair, simultaneously pulled her into her mother while I shoved my hand
against Rachael=s ass, causing Annie=s eyes to bulge as she
sputtered and gagged. I held them there
for a moment before releasing.
AYour customers will
expect you do deep throat,@ I told her while she
gulped down air. I gave her two breaths
before forcing the two girls together again.
I didn=t expect her to be able
to deal with it, but felt I needed to reassert myself with both of them. Rachael, after all, hadn=t seen the violent side
of my psyche yet.
AThat=s enough,@ I finally said after
the fifth or sixth iteration of the throat-fucking. AGet back there and rip
the bitch=s cherry,@ I told the
mother. She looked a me with sad eyes,
but simply scooted around behind her daughter.
AGet that ass up!@ I commanded the crying
girl. ASpread those legs. I want to see those cunt lips sucking at that
cock!@ I was getting so turned on from this that I
really wanted to take her myself, but I=d gotten extra from her
first customer for letting him be the first to actually cum inside her. I watched as the tip of the dildo worked its
way into Annie=s swollen hole, the
labia folding themselves around it.
Annie had very large, pronounced cunt lips; they got even large when she
became excited, and I=d never seen her this
aroused.
AOn the count of three,
you can kiss your cherry goodbye, Annie,@ I said, stepping
behind Rachael just in case the mother had any ideas of being gentle with
this. AOne...two....three!@ I yelled, shoving Rachael=s ass as hard as I
could, slamming her forward with such force that Annie was knocked to her
belly. I pulled them back up so Annie
was back on her knees, then told Rachael to continue fucking until Annie had an
orgasm. It didn=t take long before
Annie let out a loud squeal and collapsed on the floor, covered in
perspiration. Soon thereafter, Rachael
was displaying a dildo dripping with blood and cunt juice.
AWhores clean their
customers off afterwards,@ I said, moving Rachael
to a position in front of Annie=s face. AWith their mouths.@ I could see Annie trying desperately to keep
the bile down as the wet, blood-streaked latex prick waggled in front of her,
but she did her best to please me.
Looking up at me with a forced smile, she lowered her eyes and opened
her mouth, taking her mother=s offering. I could see the distaste on Rachael=s face, too, and
decided that perhaps she needed to have a little more girl-on-girl action. I had Annie alternately suck and lick the
cock until it was clean, then advised her to slather it up some more because
she had one more hole to be broken in.
Oh, I=ve never seen a girl
work so hard at getting a cock wet before!
Of course, she wasn=t aware that I had
planned on allowing her mother to apply some lubrication first.
I had Rachael scoot up
behind Annie and eat her daughter=s ass out, too, getting
it nice and wet first. Although she
hated the thought of licking there, she did her damndest to get as much spit as
she could as deeply into her daughter=s rectum as she could.
She was, after all, the girl=s mother and still had
that maternal instinct. She didn=t want her little girl
hurt, and if that meant sacrificing herself, so be it. Again, this was something I filed in the back
of my mind, for potential use later.
ASeems wet enough,@ I finally said,
shoving two fingers up the girls ass. AStill, it is her first
time. Here, use this,@ I said, tossing
Rachael a tube of lubricant. ANot too much,
though. I want her to feel it.@
While Rachael was
carefully applying the slippery gel to her dildo, I presented her daughter with
my shit-covered fingers. ALick,@ I commanded. Again, I could see the hesitation in her
eyes, immediately followed by the resignation that I was going to make her do
it whether she wanted to or not. Slowly,
her tongue extended and tentatively touched my finger. She recoiled, then shut her eyes, took a deep
breath and wrapped her lips around my knuckles, sucking and licking as rapidly
as she could.
AGood girl,@ I said when she was
finished, drying my hands off on her hair.
AOkay, time to take that
last cherry. Any words of advice for
your daughter, slave?@ She looked up and saw that I was serious.
AJust relax, baby. It=ll hurt less that
way. If you bear down like you=re trying to shit, it
might help some.@
AYes, mama, I=ll try, but please don=t hurt me,@ she sobbed.
AOh, it=s going to hurt,@ I guaranteed her, Abut if you do as your
mama says, it=ll be a bit easier on
you. Get to it,@ I told the mother.
I watched as the older
bitch carefully positioned the head of her strap-on at the now-inflamed and
slightly opened rosebud of the younger=s asshole, then slowly
eased her weight forward, causing it to slide in a millimeter at a time. Annie groaned as the bulbous head
disappeared, and I could see her thigh muscles tighten as the thick dildo began
to slowly slide inside her.
ATry to shit it out,@ I heard Rachael say,
and I saw Annie grimace as she bore down, then let out a squeal as her mother
took advantage of the loosening of the girl=s sphincter and shoved herself fully inside. Annie looked up at me, tears streaming down
her cheeks, trying to smile through the discomfort as her mother continued her
assault.
I checked my watch and
saw that almost five minutes had passed since the initial penetration; that
meant over three minutes of hard, non-stop butt-fucking, and I figured that was
enough for now. I motioned for Rachael
to stop. She pulled out with a loud
plopping sound and looked up at me expectantly.
I nodded, and she moved around to her daughter=s face.
AAss-to-mouth is another
skill a whore is expected to master,@ I said. The girl stared at me with a forlorn look on
her face, but still clamped her mouth shut and shook her head. AMake her,@ I told the mother,
sitting down in a chair to watch.
ALick it, you whore!@ Rachael screamed,
backhanding her daughter across the side of the face. AClean that nasty shit
off my cock!@ I watched intently as she took the girl=s head in her hands and
forced her thumbs painfully into the jaw socket, forcing her mouth open. AYou=re going to do it one
way or the other, and it=s up to you how, you
little cunt,@ she spat. ANow open that fucking,
cock-sucking mouth of yours and suck my dick!@
Annie was in hysterics
now, unable to control her own body. Her
mouth flopped open, and her mother quickly crammed the plastic dick in as far
as it would go. The girl pulled back,
dislodging it from her throat so she could breathe, but at the same time closed
her lips over it. The total look of
abject disgust was evident on her face as she was forced to suck, lick and then
swallow the shit smeared on the hard latex tool. I noticed that she=d pissed herself, too;
there was a yellow stain on the tan carpet directly under her cunt. Probably happened when mommy fucked her
throat, I thought almost absentmindedly.
ALet me see it,@ I commanded. Rachael pulled out and showed me the
dick. I saw a little fleck of shit on
the underside, right at the base of the head, and told her so.
AClean it,@ she told her
daughter. This time there was no display
of defiance; she simply stuck out her tongue and lapped the bit of feces
off. I checked my watch again.
AOkay, it looks like you
have a little over a half hour before your date gets here. Go take a shower and make yourself
pretty. Your clothes will be laid out
for you when you=re done,@ I said. Still sobbing quietly after the abuses she=d just endured, she
stood up and padded naked up the stairs.
I=d brought her clothes
for the evening, actually some still serviceable hand-me-downs from my
sister. A little pink dress with a
plunging neckline and a hem that would fall just barely below the cleft of her
thighs, matching stockings and a pair of red platform heels. I knew Annie wasn=t ready for spiked
heels yet, but the platforms still raised her heel a good four inches above her
toes. She=d have problems walking in them, but I didn=t expect she=d be doing much of
that, except maybe to the car and back.
I had her mother help get her ready, making sure the makeup was just slutty
enough to match her attire, while still keeping a bit of the innocence
visible. When they were done, I had
Rachael put on her sole remaining dress, and we waited downstairs for Annie=s date to arrive.
Annie fidgeted the
entire time we were waiting, until the doorbell finally rang. I Rachael to answer it and invite her
daughter=s gentleman caller
in. Rachael didn=t recognize him, but
Annie sure did: Buck, one of the school=s janitors, a fat,
sweaty man with a complexion as black as the night. He smiled broadly, showing the gap between
his front teeth as he spied his Adate@ for the night.
AHi, baby. I never woulda though a you as a ho, but I
guess you is at that!@ he exclaimed. ATwo hunerd apiece,
right?@ he said, looking at
me.
APay the older one,@ I said. AShe takes care of the
money for me.@
AWhatever you says,
boss,@ he shrugged, peeling
off ten fifty dollar bills. ADat=s fo five of us, all
night long, whatever we wants, right?@
AAs long as she=s back by eight in the
morning, and no damage to the merchandise.
Bruises are okay, but I expect her to have all her teeth, no new
markings or piercings, and I don=t want to get her back
knocked up,@ I warned him. Annie looked up at me with true fear in her
eyes for the first time.
AJust do what you=re told, and everything
will be fine,@ I told the girl,
taking her hand and placing it in the janitor=s large, calloused paw.
AC=mon, bitch, we gots us
some partying to do!@ he said, dragging her
out of the house.
Rachael stared out the
door, a concerned look on her face, as her daughter was led outside into the
man=s car. Even from this distance, you could see her
bare ass whenever she stumbled; he was walking at a fast pace, and Annie had
only one hand to keep her dress down.
AShe=ll be okay,@ I told her, closing
the door. AMost of what just happened was intended to scare
her, nothing more. All they=re going to do is fuck
her, nothing more than what you just did, except she=ll probably be on her
back most of the time instead of on her knees.
Only one of Buck=s friends even bothers
with ass-fucking.@
AThen why...@
AWhy did I have you
abuse your own daughter like that?
Because I could,@ I said bluntly. AI was testing both of
you. I wanted to see if you were truly
obedient, and whether you had the ability to dominate your daughter. You passed on both accounts.@
ASo are you going to
fuck me now?@ she asked bluntly.
ANo. You=re a little too old for
my taste, though I might use your mouth occasionally. What I do plan on using you for is to pimp
out your daughter,@ I told her bluntly AMaybe my dad might like
a piece of ass, though.@ She slumped down, an abject look on her face
as I explained what I had planned.
Between her two regular
jobs - we still had to find her the second one - and being her daughter=s pimp, she wasn=t going to have much
free time. That didn=t really concern me
much, though; slaves don=t get days off. I set up a separate phone line in her house,
this one with an answering machine. If
she was home when it rang, she was to answer it, no matter the time of day or
night. If she was out, she was to check
the messages as soon as she got home. I
provided her with one of those planner books people use to schedule
appointments; as people called, she was to set them up with 45 minute sessions
with Annie. Each session was fifty
dollars, and she was to be both scheduler and
cashier. If anyone wanted Annie
longer than that, it was an additional hundred per hour.
I never did fuck either
Annie or her mother, though I kept them for two more years. Annie became quite popular within certain
circles, particularly the ass-fucking crowd.
Most whores charged extra for that, but with Annie it was all included. She never did get that hotel job, but the
money she was making for me was too good to pass up. As for Rachael, my dad tried her out a couple
of times but wasn=t all that excited
about her. Like me, he still preferred
the younger ones. I did allow Rachael to
make a bit of side money by whoring herself out; since she was doing this on
her own, I let her keep a couple of dollars whenever someone paid to fuck
her.
Truthfully, though, I
tired of both slaves rather quickly. If
it weren=t for the cash Annie
was bringing in, I=d probably have
disposed of them after a couple of weeks.
By the time I finally did find a buyer, there wasn=t much left to shock
either of them. I figured that might
change, though, because I sold them to some middleman who sent them bigwig from Saudi Arabia. He told me the Arab wanted them to keep his
guards happy. I never heard back from
him, so I guess they worked out okay.