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                                     At the Mercy of a Daughter
                                         By: Phil Phantom

                                         HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

Surviving three days of abduction by a rogue motorcycle gang with her family
intact, sore, but alive, should have been cause for rejoicing, like standing
in the debris field of a tornado, telling a reporter, "I don't care about
all this. I'm just thankful all of my family made it through."

Donna should have felt that way on the ride home in their motor home, but
she didn't. She didn't because she no longer felt a part of this family. Her
family - husband, daughter, and three sons - were now like gang members who
had split off from the main pack, leaving their bikes to return the bitch.

Donna spoke to no one and no one spoke to her. She lay in the rear bedroom
with the door closed. She didn't know what they were saying about her, but
they knew to leave her be. If they were talking to each other, they were
being quiet.

Donna had no way of knowing, but the gang was not in a social or talkative
mood, each gone to their own space, thinking, feeling badly, wishing they
had exercised more restraint, each wishing they had acted differently, each
feeling like a coward and a traitor in the face of a life-threatening
danger. No one felt worse than Bob.

The trip to the desert was his idea, and dirt-biking with his boys was his
passion. When the bikers showed up, he should have laid down his life in a
bold attempt to get them to move on, try fucking with a family who had no
hero, easy pickings. Donna had every right to hate him and want to be free
of him.

Sherry, the oldest child at seventeen, vented a great deal of repressed
sexuality and frustration on her victimized mother. Sherry was first to see
a way to save her own lovely skin by joining the gang. She wished she had
truly been accepted and been given a place on the back of a Harley Hog. Had
she known her membership was just for the party, had she known she'd have to
return to the bosom of her loving family, her mother in particular, she
never would have done those things to her. Hell, Sherry was sure they'd kill
her mother, so what did it matter. The others thought the same thing.

Tom, the oldest boy at sixteen, felt as badly as his father. He should have
been a hero instead of a mother fucker. Is there anything lower than a
cowardly mother fucker? He didn't think so.

John, at fourteen, didn't think so, either. He couldn't believe he did that,
or did it for three days, night and day, seventeen times in all, all three
holes - five times in her mouth, four in her ass, seven in her pussy. At
least he wasn't as bad as Tom or Randy.

Randy, the youngest at twelve, felt like Sherry. He was sure their mother
would be wasted, snuffed. He'd only get this one chance to do everything he
ever dreamed of doing to a sexy woman who couldn't do a damn thing about it,
never dreaming he'd have to go back to San Diego and live with her
afterward.

Rufus, the family Black Lab laid under the table, exhausted, thinking, "The
bitch ain't half bad for a human. Who'd a guessed. Ain't no dog bitch ever
suck my dick. I sure am glad they didn't waste that cock sucking bitch. Glad
I didn't play hero. I wonder why she wouldn't let me in the room with her.
I'll bet I get to sleep on the bed, now. Hell, I'll lick her pussy. I'll
lick it all she wants if I get to sleep on the bed. Who am I kidding. I'll
lick that pussy even if I have to sleep outside. That ain't bad pussy, not
bad at all. Sure beats Fe Fe's butt."

Donna didn't know how she could ever face them all, not after all they'd
seen and done. Sure, they were all acting on survival instincts, and there
wasn't a hero among them, not even the family dog - the cowardly mutt - hit
of the party. Donna groaned at the flood of disgusting memories. She
thought, "How can a wife and mother return to being a wife and mother after
being a dog's bitch - not bitch, a dog's slut."

At first, Donna didn't think they'd kill her if she gave them what they
wanted. They wanted to see a woman, a wife and mother, act like a mutt's
slut in front of her family. Donna had to draw on her imagination, but
actually getting down to doing the acts she imagined was the toughest thing
she ever did. Even after she was sure she'd end up dead meat, by then, it
didn't matter. She continued being a mutt slut to avoid the torments of a
slow, agonizing death by torture, usually at the hands of one of her own
family members, Sherry in particular. Sherry was the enforcer. When the time
came, Sherry would be the executioner. All indications were that Sherry
would enjoy the gruesome task and take her sweet time.

Sherry felt awful about that. As the enforcer, she got into her role early
on. Her mother's lovely, sexy, blemish-free body would bear the scars for
the rest of her life. Her nipples may never recover, and her pussy will
probably never sprout hair again, hair yanked out by the roots with pliers,
hair needed to mask the scars from a thin metal whip made from a radio
antenna. Sherry thought for sure they'd be wasting her, so what was the
harm. So what if she suffered. When you die, all fades to black. There's no
God, Heaven, no Hell. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. A mother is just a mass
of living tissue sending impulses to the brain. The brain is just an organ.
Personality is just an illusion. That mass was her mother, that's all.

Bob hated himself. He truly loved that gorgeous mass of tissue, now terribly
scarred and hurting, feeling used, misused, abused, alone and abandoned.
With that thought he took the next exit and found a place to park where
Rufus could go wet a tree.

He called the kids out and drew them off to the front of the coach. He
looked to each sad and sorry face, then said, "Look, we all did what we did
to survive. I think your mother realizes that. We have to begin the healing
process. We have to make amends and restore her to her proper place and help
re-establish the dignity she needs to carry on."

Sherry broke down, saying, "Maybe you guys only did what you had to do to
survive, but I tortured her, and most of the things I did, no one made me
do. I just did them because it made everyone laugh. I was all set to kill
her, and I wanted to do it slow. She hates me, now."

Bob placed an arm around her and hugged her close, saying, "She'll get over
that, Sherry. You are her daughter and her first born child. You were under
great duress. You got caught up in the decadence and went a little crazy. If
she doesn't see that now, she will eventually."

"She never will, Daddy. I'm a monster. I don't deserve to live. I sure don't
deserve a mom like her. Just leave me here. She'll be happier without me in
the family."

Tom and his father were of like mind on most things. This was no exception.
He hugged his big sis from the other side, saying, "You don't know Mom if
you feel that way. Dad's right. She'll forgive and forget, and there's no
way she'd let you live on the street. You're family. You'll always be
family. We're the ones who have the most to atone for. We used her sexually.
We took advantage of her. We committed incest, over and over again."

Sherry said, "I did that, too, and not just with Dad and you guys. I used
her more than any of you. I made her drink my piss. That's all she got to
drink for three days in the dessert, my piss, and I made her suck it out
while I whipped her. You don't forget or forgive that. How could she? Every
time she looks at me she'll remember and get sick. Having me around will
remind her that she used to be a toilet. John, get your hand out of my
crotch. I'm not in the mood, you fucking jerk."

Bob looked behind Sherry and slapped John's hand away, saying, "Damnit,
John, your sister is not a sexual playing, and we're not out in the desert
with a biker gang."

He looked hurt and confused as he said, "So, she's not a virgin no more and
she likes it."

"She may like it when she's in the mood, but you heard her. She is not in
the mood. We may have broken the incest barrier out there, but a woman still
has the prerogative. You'll know if and when she gets in the mood. Until
then, you treat her with respect."

Sherry smiled to her Daddy, a sexy smile. She liked that message that
implied sex between her and the boys and her and her father could continue
if she wanted it to. That painted a whole new picture and brought new
possibilities. She began to see where it might be possible to share a home
with a woman who was angry with her but wouldn't force her out in the street
no matter what she did. If four out of five wanted her to stay, she could
even feel welcome.

She batted her eyes at the main guy and said, "Thank you, Daddy. You do
understand. I promise, I will be in the mood again, just not right now. I
won't be shy anymore, and I won't object to any of you trying to get me in
the mood. You just have to go slow and pick the right time. You guys will
learn what works and what doesn't; and Daddy, I'm sure you already know. You
could get me in the mood whenever you want to. You should give them
pointers, like no grabbing."

Sherry could see she'd made a big score with the papa bear by telling him in
an off-hand way that he could have pussy whenever he wanted. Her father
wasn't the best fuck at the camp site or even in the family, but he sure
liked fucking her. He did not relish the idea of giving up fucking that
young pussy, and said, "I'm glad you feel that way, Sherry. In light of all
we've done, it would be difficult if not impossible to return to a normal
home life. As long as you're agreeable, I'd be happy to teach them good
seduction techniques."

"I'll help you. Together, we can make them experts that can score off any
chick."

Tom was quick to say, "Would those techniques work on Mom?"

Everyone looked to Tom, and each was wondering. They weren't looking at him
like he were a pervert or an idiot. They were looking at him like he had
something there and was the first bright mother fucker to think of it. After
a pregnant pause while they stared deep in thought, Tom said, "Well, do you
think it would?"

Bob said, "I suppose they'll work on any female."

Sherry said, "I'm sure they would."

Tom said, "Great, because I like being a mother fucker. I want some more."

Randy chimed in, "I'll second that. Mom is a great piece of ass."

John said, "I'll say. Even sloppy hundredths with a bloody pussy was pretty
good. Are you saying you won't mind, Dad?"

"If she'll let you, why should I mind. Before you boys start gang seducing
her, we need to give her a chance to get settled in and put all this behind
her, at least what she can put behind her. She needs time to heal,
physically and mentally. What she needs now is love, affection, tenderness,
and a feeling of being part of this family again. The only hero to emerge
from that ordeal is your mother. She needs to feel like the hero who saved
us. Right now, she feels like the lowest filth on Earth. I'm sure she feels
like a bitch slut and a toilet, even a whore. I think we'll know when she is
ready to deal with seduction attempts. I can assure you that any that go
premature will fail with disastrous results."

Sherry said, "Dad is right, and he has an excellent plan. I'll help you guys
all I can. As horny as you guys are, I'll need the help. I think she'll come
around, but we have to do like Dad said. She's our hero. She saved us, and
there isn't enough we can do to thank her. She may push us away at first, me
especially, but I'm going to keep trying to win her forgiveness."

Bob said, "That's the spirit, Sherry. Your mother has the biggest, softest
heart on the planet. She is incapable of holding a grudge in the face of
someone asking forgiveness, someone who really means it. The trouble is, she
sees right through bullshit. Guys, I'm afraid you are all way too
transparent to soften her up. I think Sherry has the best chance."

Sherry said, "I do, too, Dad. If she'll forgive me, the rest of you have
nothing to sweat. I'm going to start right now. She might let me in. At
least, by the time we get home, we'll be talking. Is that okay with you,
Dad?"

"Try, but don't badger. This is a very delicate time. I'm sure she needs
intimate nursing care. You're the only one who could give her that unless
she wants to wait until we get home. I know she wouldn't want to go to the
hospital."

"Great idea. I'll get the first aid kit. Where is it?"

"Bathroom cabinet under the sink. And Sherry, it wouldn't hurt to bring her
something to drink, something that doesn't emerge from between your legs."

Sherry smiled her devilish smile and said, "Why, she'll drink from my pussy
fountain when she gets thirsty enough. I'll bet she's thirsty enough. Can't
I say I'm sorry while she slurps piss from my pussy."

"No! You get that look out of your eyes, girl."

"Dad, there is another strategy that might work better on her. The strike
while the iron's hot strategy."

"The iron isn't hot, Sherry. That iron is stone cold, now."

"I disagree. She liked some of that stuff. Maybe she fooled you guys, but
she didn't fool me. She loved everything with Rufus, and she loved all the
incest. I'll tell you something else you won't believe but it's true. She
loved drinking my piss and eating my pussy."

"You're right. I don't believe it. I know you'd like to believe it."

Tom said, "Dad, she might be right. Mom loved it when we screwed her,
especially when we all three did her at once."

Bob said, "I think that's wishful thinking on your part, too."

Sherry said, "I'm not saying the strike while the iron technique is best.
All I'm saying is it might be best. Either way, the longer we wait, the
easier it will be to put all of this behind her and revert to her old self.
She'll be back to her old self and running our lives in no time. Nobody
wants that, and the sooner we reinforce what we started out there, the
easier this will be for her to adjust to. I know what she liked and what she
didn't."

"Well, you know how she can be if you guess wrong. My loyalties are with
her, just remember that. Push come to shove, I'll stand beside her. I always
have and always will. Okay, except when she needed me most, but dead heroes
are no help either."

"Just trust my judgment on this. Let me feel her out, and then go the way
you see me going."

Bob turned to Randy and said, "Run across the street and get her a lemonade
Big Gulp from the Seven-Eleven. She loves those. [turning to Sherry] There's
your in. She'll open the door for that, just be ready to play nurse, and
please be humble and contrite starting out. If you come out of the gate
looking like you need to piss, she'll slam the door in your face."

After receiving the money, Randy took off. Sherry said, "I was just teasing,
Daddy. I know how to be. More than anyone, I know what I need to feel badly
about. I know what needs forgiveness. I'll get that out of the way before
doing anything."

                             * * *

In the rear of the coach, Donna still didn't have a stitch on and was aware
of the lengthy stop. She assumed pit stop to let the dog run, probably a
rest area, but she didn't have the energy to get up and peek out a window.
If she could muster the energy, she was too sore. Thirst almost drove her to
slip into something and into the bathroom. The bikers drank everything they
had, but the holding tanks probably had water. Sucking from the tap would
not be above her at this point, not after the tap she'd been sucking her
fluids from.

Donna thought about that more than anything; that, and the hours her head
spent between her daughter's legs. For three days, her face was wedded to
that girl's beaver. The guys loved it. Sherry loved thrilling the guys, all
of them. The little slut screwed her brains out and fed her fucked cunt to
her mother in every imaginable position. Donna gorged herself on fuck. All
she ate was fuck. All she drank was piss. For three horrific days, she dined
on her daughter while being whipped for not gorging good enough to suit her.

Of all the indignities Donna suffered, having to act like a famished lesbian
was the worst. Most of her injuries came from not doing it good enough,
often whipped between her legs while lying on her back holding an obscene
beaver with Sherry squatted over her mouth. Then, there were the times when
Sherry sat in a wide beaver while receiving the service with Rufus screwing
her sore, battered, and beaten vagina. A mother doesn't forget that. Rare
would be the mother who could ever forgive such treatment.

Donna had cried all the tears she could cry and simply laid there thinking
about those things. She knew Sherry had it in her to be that way, but never
dreamed her daughter's macabre passions could be unleashed so quickly and
easily, or so fully without restraint. The eight bikers no sooner had their
bikes turned off when Sherry dropped her bikini (top and bottom) and
sauntered nude over to the one who appeared to be their leader. She guessed
right. They were soon fucking in the sand in a circle of family and bikers.

Following that obscene fuck, while standing beside her man with his semen
running down her legs, Sherry wore a wicked grin while saying, "Make her
fuck the dog like a bitch in heat."

Donna almost died right there, and that's when things got nasty, and kept
getting nasty thanks mostly to her own daughter. Things never got nasty
enough to suit Sherry. The bikers left calling her a crazy bitch. Sherry
dropped the carving knife in the sand, shocked that they found her idea
crazy and left without her. A girl filleting her mother alive, that had to
be cool, not crazy, not for a Satan's Disciple biker babe.

Forgiving Sherry would be a Herculean task. Donna wasn't sure she could, and
wasn't sure Sherry would ever ask. She half expected Sherry to run away. She
wasn't sure that wouldn't be best for all. The rest of her relationships
were salvageable, and they could always get rid of the dog if he couldn't
unlearn new tricks. After three days, she doubted he could, and Rufus was
not an outdoor dog. He should have been, but they spoiled him, raising him
like a family member. He was a family member - too old to unlearn new tricks
that he liked.

Getting rid of Rufus was not in the cards. She couldn't demand that even if
he became impossible to live with and continued to treat her like his bitch.
She could picture that quite clearly and could not see being cruel to the
dumb animal who didn't know better. This wasn't his fault, hers either. Who
could fault her for showing mercy, taking him off and just doing it. After
all they'd seen, why take him off. She could do it in the living room or
beside the dining table during family meals. She could take a break in meal
preparations to get down on the kitchen floor and give him some, to sate his
unnatural lust for human pussy where and when he felt the need.

Donna didn't need to wear jeans from now on. She didn't need to wear
panties, either, not at home. She didn't need to wear anything. They had
seen everything. They had seen Rufus vent his animal lusts on everything,
and seen her respond to it. Who was she kidding by not playing the bitch
when she got back. Certainly not Sherry. Her daughter knew a bitch when she
saw one.

Donna wanted to finger her pussy as she thought about life at home with
Rufus, also life with a daughter who refused to run away or apologize. The
best she could do was writhe her inflamed clit against the bedding until she
heard the soft knock and her daughter say, "Mom, I brought you a lemonade
Big Gulp with ice."

Donna stopped writhing, instantly snapping to the present, thirsty beyond
measure. Slowly, she rolled to her back and sat up, swinging her stiff legs
off the bed. She made her way to the door which opened out. She unlocked
then turned the handle. The door she just wanted to crack open, opened fully
and her daughter squeezed in pulling the door closed behind her. She had the
Big Gulp and a first aid kit tucked under the same arm.

Donna took the drink, threw the plastic lid off, and gulped big. Sherry
watched and couldn't resist saying, "Sure beats piss, doesn't it?"

Donna continued to drink while looking at Sherry over the rim. There was
hatred in her eyes, but this hatred was softened by Sherry's apologetic
return look, complete with an unsure smile like one you make after using an
ethnic slur to an ethnic you think you're close enough with but aren't sure.
Sherry said, "Somehow, someway, I intend to make this up to you. They were
right. I went crazy. I'm a crazy bitch. I know that, now. I'm sick. I won't
ever ask you to forgive me. I won't insult you. You saved us. You're the big
hero, Mom."

This was not at all what Donna expected to hear, not from Sherry, anyway.
The term hero never entered Donna's mind. After gulping half, Donna took the
cup away from her lips to study Sherry's expression - sincere - no
bullshit - very odd.

Donna said, "I wish I could believe you."

"I don't expect you to, not after the way I behaved. I thought we were all
goners and my only chance was to become one of them. Call me a chicken, but
I'm afraid to die. I'll do anything to stay alive. I don't have to tell you
that, do I?"

Again Donna studied. Again, she saw no bullshit. She drank some more, then
said, "How do the others feel?"

"Pretty bad. We're all a bunch of cowards. You're the only hero, but you're
right up there with John Wayne. We feel pretty lucky to have you for a mom.
We're all wondering how long we'll have you. No one can blame you for
wanting out."

Donna felt much better if Sherry was to be trusted and being truthful. She
wasn't sure. Donna drank then said, "I have no intentions of abandoning my
family."

"I didn't think you would. I told them you wouldn't, that they didn't need
to worry about that. It's not in your nature to abandon or to hold a grudge.
I didn't believe the part about you not holding a grudge, but I believe it
applies to them and the things they did. They'd like to believe that."

The motor home began moving and began with a forward lurch that toppled them
both to the bed - Donna painfully. She cried out. Sherry rolled her to her
back. Donna went gingerly with light finger pressure to her shoulder as
Sherry said, "I have nursing to do, so you may as well relax and let me do
this."

Donna fully intended to do her own nursing when she arrived home, but since
Sherry offered and had what was needed, Donna relaxed even allowing Sherry
to position both legs wide after setting the kit on the night stand and
making room on the bed. Donna felt odd being laid out this way, an obscene
beaver spread, but not as odd as she would have felt three days ago.

After getting her mother in position, the crotch and breasts needed to be
washed in order to assess damage. In addition to dried blood there was caked
sperm, sand, and debris. Sherry needed water, soap, a wash cloth and towel.
She got up to get those things. When she opened the door, it swung fully
open and caught the Velcro stay that held it open. Thinking nothing of this,
Sherry entered the bathroom, leaving her mother exposed to three heads that
peered down the aisle, straight up her wide beaver.

Donna raised her head to see who saw but couldn't muster the strength to
either close her legs or get up and shut the door. Her head fell back to the
pillow and she waited. She waited wearing a blush, cursing Sherry's
thoughtlessness in leaving her that way. If that weren't enough, Rufus got
curious, saw that messy beaver on his bitch and decided to help out. His
broad tongue made Donna's head come shooting up.

There still wasn't a damn thing she could do but lay there and watch. She
couldn't watch without also watching her three sons who were now on their
feet and getting to better viewing positions to see something they'd seen
dozens of times. Donna let her head fall back and let the dog have his way,
though this time was different. The enforcer wasn't making her offer him an
obscene spread. To them, it looked like she did this on her own and was
resolved to playing the bitch for Rufus from now on, no sense in putting it
off.

Donna thought about this while trying not to think about that marvelous
tongue that felt great even on a sore and injured pussy. She thought about
the situation she'd be living in. Indeed, there was no reason to put this
off, not if she'd end up being his bitch. They would soon see her as a wife
to their father and a bitch to the family dog. She couldn't conceal either
role. The more that delicious slab of dog tongue had its way with her
inflamed sex, the more she didn't want to try. The more his tongue dragged
across her throbbing clit, the more she wanted those curious boys in the
room with them so they could see better how a bitch feeds pussy to her
doggie lover.

Sherry emerged from the bathroom to see a bitch feeding pussy to her doggie
lover. She held in the knowing smile and moved in, leaving the door wide
open. After setting up her supplies, she said, "Mom, I could send him out,
but I would think his tongue would be better than a rough wash cloth. They
say dog saliva kills germs, that letting them lick a wound isn't a bad idea.
What do you think?"

Donna looked to Sherry and was thankful for the excuse to languish, saying,
"Whatever, Sherry. Do what you feel you need to do. I'm just going to close
my eyes and pretend I'm somewhere else."

"Good idea. Pretend you're lying out at the camp site to get sun only there
are no bikers around. I'll try not to hurt you, but your nipples are in
pretty bad shape. They both need stitches. We have the stuff, but I don't
know how to do it right, and we have no Novocain. Maybe you should go to a
doctor."

With her eyes closed, Donna said, "No. Do the best you can. It can't be any
worse than what I suffered through to make them that way."

Sherry began her delicate procedure as the boys crammed in the doorway.
Donna knew they were there and jockeying for the space. That knowledge and
the dog's tongue had her at the brink of orgasm, holding it back with all
her might. The pain Sherry inflicted helped a great deal, and she hadn't
started with the needle and thread, yet.

When Sherry was ready to begin building nipples from flaps of raw tissue,
she called the boys in to help out. Their job was to keep their mother's
mind off her nipples. Randy and John were asked to each take a leg and
massage it. Tom had the job of sitting up by her head and massaging her
scalp. Donna languished under all this loving attention though she suffered
great agony at times. The boys were great at distracting her, not as good as
the dog, but each did his part. The two leg men were best, each working to
pull her open into the splits, massaging close to pussy, avoiding the raw
areas while doing their best to open her pussy to the dog's tongue.

Tom did his part by trying to get her to talk. He was the most bothered by
what he'd done. He had to get this off his chest. It couldn't wait. He
explained why he took advantage, how he always wanted her, how he
masturbated while thinking about it, that he had done that for years, that
the only female that turned him on as much as she did was a super model he
knew he could never have, that he had to go for it. He couldn't help
himself. He had to.

This was all very flattering but wasn't helping Donna stave off orgasm. She
wanted to fuck him and put his mind at ease. She wanted to tell him he never
had to hold his lust in again, that if she'd give the dog pussy whenever he
wanted some, she'd do no less for a handsome son, and if bearing him a child
turned him on that much, she'd even consider that. The other two mother
fuckers, by their actions more than words, told her they expected nothing
less from a bitch mom. Randy even said, "Are you going to let Rufus fuck you
after your pussy heals?"

Donna looked down her front to the pussy they splayed open for the dog and
said, "Yes. He sees me as his bitch, now. I don't see that I have much
choice, do you?"

This pleased everyone, none more than Sherry. They could all see that she
was turned on, but no one expected her to say this, or to seek approval from
them. Each added their approval, even Tom. Sherry paused between stitches to
add, "Mom, you were a great bitch at the dunes. Will you be that good at
home?"

Donna looked to Sherry and said, "Don't you think I should?"

"Sure, that's the kind of bitch Rufus expects, a bitch slut like you were
out there. Can you swallow your pride and be that way without someone
holding a whip over you, making you do it?"

Now panting, Donna said, "I think so. I'll try. You'd like that, wouldn't
you, Sherry?"

"We all would, Mom, even Dad. Nothing gets him as hard as seeing you act the
slut with Rufus."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you. You'd like me getting your father's dick
hard for you, especially that way."

Sherry inserted the needle and caused great pain. This was a cruel stab that
had to be partially drawn out to effect a surface stitch while saying, "The
incest barrier has been broken in this family, or did you forget?"

Recovering from that pain brought Donna back from the brink of orgasm and
into a dose of reality. She watched the stitch being completed while
gathering her voice to say, "No, I did not forget. I know we can't turn back
the clock or return to being the way we were, but I am still the mom, and I
am not into being lorded over by a child, and I am definitely not into pain.
If you do that again, you're grounded for three months."

Sherry made the next stitch more carefully, saying, "Sorry. That was an
accident."

"No, it wasn't. I am not a fool, Sherry. I know you love this shit and I'm
getting more stitches than I need. Wrap this up and leave me be or you can
forget you and I ever becoming sexual in this new family of ours. You may
not be into giving, but I know you love to receive."

Sherry smiled and said, "You're right. I love to receive. I'd hate to give
that up. If I be a good girl, will I get that and the other, too?"

Everyone knew what Sherry meant by the other. They were eager to hear
Donna's reply. Donna thought, then said, "We'll see. I will not be your full
time toilet if that's what you're thinking. On occasion, I suppose I could
indulge you."

"Great. Will you do it the way you did back at the camp site and let
everyone watch?"

"As long as there's no whip involved."

"Fantastic! There, all done, almost good as new. At least your tits have
caps. I don't know if they'll be any good for nursing your sons' babies, but
at least they have something to play with while they're making them."

Donna examined the job Sherry did. It was better than nothing. The allusion
that her sons would be using them to play with while trying to make babies
was not lost on Donna, nor was the opportunity to set them straight on that
score lost on the mother fuckers eager to hear her reply. Donna let that
opportunity pass. In doing so, she made them smile.

Donna looked from one grinning boy to the other and finally said, "We'll
see. I have to think about it some more. Right now, I need rest. Take Rufus
with you, and don't bother me until we arrive home."

The kids filed out with the dog in tow, then shut the door behind them.
Donna stared at the ceiling after further nipple examination, seeing new
hope for them. They hurt like hell, and they'd get worse, but barring
infection, she just may end up keeping functional nipples. Not bad
considering how close she came to losing both tits to the ribs.

                              * * *

Once home, Donna spent the better part of that first week being waited on
hand and foot. Sherry was as dutiful and attentive as the others, only she
took particular care in nursing the pussy and nipples. The boys gave
massages. They brought Rufus in to do his thing which was oral sex. He was
the only one who could provide release without causing too much pain. At
first, she objected, but she eventually needed the release and allowed them
to decide how often she needed to cum. Ten times a day became the average.
Donna came to enjoy recovery and was happiest in bed.

Her pussy healed first and healed nicely. By week's end, only a few scars
remained. Her nipples, though far from being healed, were well on their way
and no longer swollen and discolored. She could function on her own by going
topless but preferred to lie in bed.

After two weeks, her stitches came out and her distorted, misshapen nipples
looked fairly healthy, no longer in danger of infection. She could wear
clothes, but didn't. She spent more time out of bed than in, but didn't do
much in the way of her normal routine. She took her massages in her favorite
chair, and she allowed Rufus to lick, but so far had not engaged in any
other form of sex with him.

The family conferred often on her progress and mapped out new strategies as
old strategies failed to yield expected results. Their strategy ended up
becoming the long, drawn-out seduction they had first discussed. Rufus and
her seductive sons kept her in the game. Had it not been for his lap jobs
and their intimate massages, chances are they would have lost her to a
rebound as the wrongness kept setting in and not setting right with her.

Sherry was also not setting right with her, and the fact that her daughter
and her husband were having sex all through this recovery wasn't helping
matters. Donna grew to resent Sherry and could not forgive someone who
refused to ask for forgiveness or apologize. Without apology and
forgiveness, there was no way of restoring any kind of relationship. The
relationship they had kept festering, infected by visions of a nightmare in
the dunes, Sherry holding a carving knife to her breast in particular.

Sherry grew impatient with her mother with each day. She grew bolder with
each day she spent serving her father's every sexual whim. Donna could see
what Sherry was up to - theft of a spouse. She won his penis. That was easy.
She now wanted his heart and mind. With those, she'd have power, leverage,
and could not be placed on restriction.

As the boys grew more seductive each day, approaching Donna as lovers do,
their intentions and desires as obvious as their erections, Sherry's
patience grew thinner. No longer needed for her nursing skills, and never
one to administer a soothing massage, she now wanted her due and never
missed the opportunity to remind her mother that they had a deal as though
the words spoken in the heat of passion while riding home were somehow a
contract that she was not living up to.

Donna felt like a woman adrift on a raft made of perversion, carried along
by a river of sex which emptied out into the sea of lust. She saw no way out
of the river and she had no paddle. Sherry seemed to see it that way, too,
when she took a seat on the arm of Donna's favorite chair at a time when
Rufus did his crotch licking.

Donna didn't like having Sherry see her like this, especially in the nude.
The practice of making a beaver for Rufus whenever he showed interest began
in the bedroom and became habit. She developed a sexual addiction and lost
all sense of shame in opening herself to the dog, even masturbating with
others looking on. His tongue working between her legs always brought a
finger to massage her clit. She always reached a climax, and her orgasms
were the best, each one sinking her deeper into dependency, rendering her
incapable of standing up to Sherry or getting pissed at Bob. They had their
thing; she had her thing. It was only when Sherry watched her do her thing
that Donna felt uneasy. That still didn't stop her. Nothing could stop her,
because she couldn't stop herself and no one else wanted to.

This time, they were alone. Sherry watched wearing a superior grin, one that
suggested she weren't that pathetic. Donna hated that look. Sherry watched
in silence, then chucked Donna under her chin to make her look away from her
own crotch and into a superior female's face. When she had her mother's
attention, she said, "We had a deal. You're not living up to your end of the
bargain. I said I'd be good if you did. Well, I have given you three weeks
to make good on your promises. You're all healed now. Everything works.
Either you start putting out, or I start getting nasty. You don't want me
getting nasty, do you?"

Donna slowly shook her head submissively showing genuine fear, as though
seeing the enforcer again, which fueled Sherry's passion and gave her
strength. Sherry smiled her wicked smile and said, "No, you don't want to
see me with a whip in my hand, do you?"

Donna shook her head. Sherry liked seeing that terror again. She said, "You
will if you don't start putting out. I taught those boys how to seduce a
bitch like you and turn her into a slobbering whore. You're making me look
bad, like I don't know what I'm talking about. I had better see an immediate
change or I'll tear your cunt up. As for you and that mutt, enough of this
one-sided relationship. He's not your lap dog, he's your lover. I said bitch
slut and I meant bitch slut. Is there something wrong with your memory? Do
you need a refresher course?"

Donna shook her head emphatically then said, "No, please! Isn't this enough?
I do this all day every day, and I don't try to hide it. I'm mostly naked
and half the time I'm the instigator. I'm even slutty about it, but I can't
be the way I was out there in the desert. I can't do that, Sherry. I
couldn't live with myself if I sank that low. This is bad enough, and this
is as low as I can go."

"Don't tell me what you can or can not do, bitch. I know what you're capable
of given the proper motivation. The only question is, do you need the
motivation or is the threat enough? What do you think?"

"I don't know."

Sherry mocked, "You don't know. Well, we'll just find out, won't we."

With that, Sherry stood and threw one leg across to the other arm of the
chair, placing her crotch in Donna's face. She then took her mother firmly,
harshly by the head and jammed her face in tight to the beaver. Donna went
limp in Sherry's hands and allowed her face to be fucked the way Sherry did
it in the dunes. Sherry smeared her mother's face from chin to forehead, ear
to ear before centering the mouth and filling her with piss. Donna sucked
and swallowed as fast as she could to avoid any spillage, climaxing on the
dog's tongue as the flow became a trickle. Sherry smiled knowingly and
shoved her away.

Sherry left the house leaving Donna alone in the house - alone with her
thoughts. She knew she had to do something, but what. If Sherry resorted to
a whip, Bob would probably let her. Bob might even help. The boys, they were
the key. Though she hadn't given them any pussy, they loved her, had drawn
closer to her, and could be swayed. Lovers might stand up for her where sons
won't. If she won over all three, the scales would tip in her favor. It
would be four to two.

She could also walk out - pack her bags and go live with her parents. The
trouble with that plan was that Rufus couldn't go. Donna scratched that idea
while scratching him behind the ear. He was still licking. He loved her
spend and licked deep to get it. She thought, "bitch slut, huh." That was a
possibility, one that looked more probable each day even without the threat
hanging over her head. There were times it took all of her will power not to
assume a mating position. There were times she didn't apply will power, like
when no one was around, like now.

He needed relief. It had been days since she had found the opportunity. She
thought for a moment, weighed the chances of being caught, then patted her
belly. He understood and jumped up. Donna guided his erection to the mark.
He took it from there. They were surprised in the act by Randy and John.

Donna couldn't stop, so the boys took seats on the arms of her chair and
watched. In taking their seats, they pushed her legs back further making her
slump further down. They were thrilled to see her finally coming across with
some pussy. The dog was getting it but they knew they'd be next, at least
not long after she began putting out to Rufus. Sherry said so.

Tom entered the house toward the end and took up a viewing position by
standing behind the chair hanging over the top. Like the others, he knew
this was a good sign. By this time, she fucked Rufus the way she fed pussy
to him - without shame - rubbing her clit while writhing under his pistoning
cock - enjoying the bestial sex with an audience looking on though they were
feeling her up and discussing her body parts in the crudest of terms.

The best part was having them watch her reach a climax, because that's when
she really let go and became utterly shameless. While cumming, she didn't
mind the fingers in her ass feeling the dog's cock. While cumming, she
didn't mind being jacked off on or having dicks pressed to her lips. While
cumming, she sucked them, even after.

Tom had come around and gotten his cock in her mouth while his brothers
amused themselves feeling the dog's cock through her asshole. Tom jacked on
his rod while she sucked. While she drained Tom's nuts for him, Rufus filled
her with dog cum. Randy peppered her right tittie with his load while John
(the contortionist) tried getting his dick in her ass. He managed, but only
after Rufus dismounted and went off to lick his dick, a job she used to do
in the dunes.

Donna held her obscene pose while John had his way with her ass. He didn't
last long, anyway. While it did last, she felt as low as a mother can go
without a whip over her. She continued sucking on Tom's rod while Randy
reached inside her pussy to feel his brother's dick. Now, she felt lower.
Randy got his hand fully inside and began jacking off John, making the two
laugh. Now, she really felt low.

Afterward, she laid in the vulgar sprawl and let the boys amuse themselves
with her body. She now knew she could avoid the whip, but had doubts that
she could avoid this life. Her boys liked it too much. Only one could be
considered a lover, and she wasn't all that sure about him. The other two
considered her a piece of ass, and they gave credit to Sherry for getting
some. Sherry really knew her shit. She knew her bitches. Two against four
stood no chance of going against the strong current. Donna's future looked
dismal.

Donna had one chance, a long shot, and her opportunity came that same day.
The boys left and were gone when Bob arrived home. Sherry still hadn't
returned. Donna had clothes on. She was fully dressed, a first since the
bikers ordered her to strip. She hadn't been alone with Bob since that day.
Sherry saw to it by monopolizing his every free moment. Bob felt uneasy.

Donna cornered him when he tried to make an excuse to slip out. She
physically blocked the door, saying, "No, Bob, you're staying and we're
going to talk this through. Your daughter threatened me today. She
threatened me with the whip if I didn't start dancing to her tune just like
I did in the dunes. She fucked my face and pissed in my mouth. It's starting
all over, and it won't end until I'm dead. She'll kill me, Bob, and you
won't be able to cover it up. She's a sadistic bitch. She's sick and she's
crazy. We must stop her. Together, we can. If you don't grow a spine, I'm
going to the police. I'll lay it all out if I have to."

Bob turned ashen and slumped into a nearby chair. The thought of growing a
spine frightened him. The thought of jail frightened him even more. Slowly,
he faced the reality that Sherry was nuts, one twisted bitch, a great piece
of ass, but deadly.

Donna saw she was getting through. Relief flooded her. She sat on the arm of
the chair and placed an arm around him, saying, "I want her out of our home,
Bob. She no longer goes to school. She has never apologized or asked my
forgiveness. She is not the least repentant. I will not share a roof with
that evil bitch. I don't care where she goes or what she does to get by, but
I want her out of here today. I'm going to mother's. When she's gone, call
me. If you don't call, you'll hear from my lawyer. If you can't end this, I
can. I will. See if I don't."

Donna took an overnight bag and left. That evening, she received a call from
Bob stating that Sherry was gone, that he moved her into a weekly rental
motel along with her things. She cried, begged, and pleaded, but he had
warned her that it may come to this. Bob wanted Donna to come home.

Donna said she would but wanted to see Sherry first. He gave her the
address. Donna found Sherry in the room. She heard the sobbing through the
door. Sherry had wiped tears away before opening the door. On seeing her
mother, she broke into tears.

Donna entered and stood looking at Sherry. For the longest time, they said
nothing. Finally, Sherry said, "Mom, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for everything.
I am such an idiot. I don't blame you for not loving me anymore."

"I never said I didn't love you. I hate what you do, but I don't hate you."

"Can you ever forgive me?"

"I don't know. I'm working on it but a lot will depend on you. I will tell
you this, though. If you ever threaten me again, I will cut the cord
forever."

Hope sprang as Sherry said, "Are you saying I can come home?"

"We'll try it, but you must remain in school and get therapy. If you'll
agree to those terms, you are welcome to stay as long as you wish."

Sherry flung herself into her mother's arms and hugged her tightly, rocking
in a clinging embrace. Donna patted her back, rubbed her back, and kissed
the side of her face. After two minutes of hugging, Donna said, "Don't tell
anyone, but my weakness is ear nibbling."

Sherry wasn't sure she heard right. She broke the embrace to look into her
mother's smiling face. They soon broke into smiles. Sherry, almost giddy,
said, "So, that's the secret."

"Nothing else works on me, but ear nibbling gets to me every time? That's
how I got pregnant with you. When my ears get nibbled, I want sperm in my
pussy. Your Daddy doesn't know that, but your father does."

"I'd better write that down."

"No, you commit that to memory. It'll be our little secret. Just be sure
your brothers never find out or I'll be pumping out incestuous bastards like
a Pez dispenser."

In great spirits they loaded the car and headed home. Half way there, Sherry
looked to her mom and said, "Say, who is my father?"

"Beats me, but he rode a hog and had a dick like a baby's leg."

They laughed the rest of the way home and were still laughing in the
delivery room nine months later. In all, Donna pumped out eight incestuous
bastards before Randy left the nest. Bob had another set of boys to dirt
bike with, four this time. One day, they heard a familiar roar from the
dunes. Donna's panties got wet.

                             The End

CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy
and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before
you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can
all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to
other minors. PP











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