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Subject: {ASSM} Rebecca Mine (Chapter 9) (N/C, FF/f, Scat, Bdsm, severe)
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This is story is fantasy and is only intended as such. It is written to
be read by adults that can tell the difference between fantasy and
reality.

Things Change (Chapter 9)
"Are you going to use the cattle prod on her again?" Jane asked. "Send a
jolt through the nose ring. That'll wake her up for sure."
Rebecca literally ripped her ass off the big, rippled shaft hitting her
head against the front bars of the cage. Her sides had been burned where
the electricity had coursed through before and were still the most
painful part of her pain-wracked body. At the moment she also wished she
didn't have an ass hole.
"Oh God... Mistress. I'm sorry I lost control of my body."
Rebecca was sobbing the sobs becoming cries of desperation. Rebecca
hoped that she could overcome her lack of preparation for her apology,
by trying to become the most pitiful person on earth. As she spoke the
sobs changed to open weeping as she began begging for a measure of
relief from further punishment.
"I'm a worthless piece of shit , filthier then a used Kotex. I don't
deserve to be your floor mat. Please mama, don't hurt me any more."
"I think you've said just abut enough!" Jane cut in.
"You really just don't understand, do you?, you stupid little shit. How
dare you try to seek your own benefit in the middle of an apology? How
dare you! Punishment is all about making you a better slave and the only
thing you ever say to your Masters about punishment as thank them  for
it. If you hadn't shit yourself you wouldn't need to be punished, would
you?"
"N  no," the weeping Rebecca sputtered out.
"NO WHAT?" Jane screamed out.
"N no... I'm sorry?" The slave didn't know what to say or do.
"You'll address me as Mistress Jane from now on and I expect to hear my
title every time you open your mouth to speak; which should be as little
as possible. That's Mistress Jane, not Jane or Mistress but Mistress
Jane! Do you understand?"
Rebecca thought she did and nodded her head.
"I want you to answer me."
"Yes, yes Mistress Jane."
"From now on instead of asking to avoid discipline, you'll ask for even
harsher punishment when given a chance to speak and you will ask that
the discipline be increased a lot if you ever repeat an offence. The
only thing I expect to hear from your shitty little mouth is that you
haven't been punished enough."
"Good idea!" Mrs. Jones cut in.
"Beg me to give you another whipping. Beg for it because you've been let
off too easily. Beg for it because you don't think you've learned your
lesson yet!" Mrs. Jones said the words with the utmost menacing scorn as
she talked down to her shaking daughter.
Rebecca knelt, transfixed at the feet of what were, to her,  the two
most evil women in the world. Her body was ablaze with pain from all of
the tortures she had already withstood. She didn't believe she could
withstand any more. The electric shocks had been intense enough to leave
small burns right around the spots that had been poked by the cattle
prod these hurt the most but what she was feeling in her gut and
especially around her ass hole  was not far behind in her consciousness.
The pain of being pierced and punctured in so many places  was dying
down and being replaced by a dull ache from the weight of the rings
pulling down on the open piercings. Every  breath sent a brief dagger of
pain from her cracked ribs. Cracked by the stupid shoes her mother was
still wearing with their metal tips.  The ones she was looking at right
now less then 2 feet from her face. Even looking down at the floor she
caught glimpses of the tip of the cattle prod that her mother dangled
from her hand. If it had been a gun Rebecca would have been less afraid.
All that Darcey had to do was keep her alert and Rebecca would blindly
do whatever she was told. It didn't matter what it was as long as it
kept the electricity away from her body.  She was terrified at the
possibility of still more shocks.
"Thank me for being so easy on you and ask me to punish you more. Do it
now!" Darcey barked the words at Rebecca as though she were annoyed that
Rebecca had not yet begged for another beating. Even Jane tasted their
bite, sending a chill down her backbone and straight into her cunt. This
was rather a different sensation from the one that the quivering slave
girl felt. The tip of the dreaded prod was pulled away from her view.
"Tell me how much you deserved to be punished and how leniently I've
treated you."
Mistress Jones I'm so sorry for shitting when I wasn't supposed to. I'm
nothing but a disgusting filthy pig that needs to be trained to control
itself. You have b-been t-t-too easy on my and I haven't l-learned my
l--le-s-s-on ye-ye-yet. Rebecca couldn't control her crying as she tried
to ask her mother to beat her again.
"What shall we do with you? Jane queried the girl in an attempt to get
to her ask for more punishment. Hearing those words coming from the
fifteen year olds mouth brought a huge rush to Jane from the feeling of
power they brought her. Seeing her welted, cut and bruised body submit
to such a degree that it would ask for the torture to continue was the
greatest pleasure she had felt since becoming a part of the local S&M
scene. She could just feel her excitement building.
"Ww-w-whip me more. Wh-wh-ip me again."
"Whip you again WHAT!" shouted the normally sedate Mistress bitch. "I
thought just a minute ago you said you understood. You really are either
stupid or careless. In either case you will have to be dealt with."
"P-p-p-lease, I j-just forgot this once Mistress Jane. Wh-wh-wh-whip
m-m-m-me ag-g-gain M-mistress Jane."
"How about that big fat sausage that you just had up your butt, should
that be shoved back in? Should I blow it up extra big this time and
leave it in that stinking hole till you learn to use it properly, the
way that your Mistress wants you to?"
"Yes Mistress Jane, shoving that th-th-thing b-back up my ass would make
me r-rem- m-member."
Rebecca was finding it difficult to hold herself together while asking
for more torture. The indignity of knowing she was doing it through use
of force was almost too much to bear. Humiliation for doing what she was
doing, bore down on her like some great anvil pushing it's weight on her
badly weakened spine. The thought of what would happen if she disobeyed
was too horrifying to even consider and so Rebecca tried her best to do
as she was told just hoping that soon she could get some rest. She would
agree to anything that held out the promise of rest.
"You know, even though she's begging for it I think we have to be
careful what we do to her physically, she looks like she's taken a real
pounding."
Darcey didn't like that last comment but decided to go along with it and
see what Jane had in mind.
"I still haven't whipped her feet or her face. I bet that would get a
reaction out of her that you wouldn't believe, but I'm open to
suggestions. Have you ever whipped anyone's face?"
The response caught Jane off guard, she had simply not imagined the
level of brutality that Mistress Jones was capable of.
"I can't say I have. When I was new at being a dom I caught a few subs
across the face by accident ... Yeah I remember they almost went nuts
each time and never came back to me for more."
"Well with this little cunt coming back for more isn't a choice she has
any say in. If I wan't to whip her face I'll do just that.

Mrs. Jones squatted down in front of her daughter with her legs spread
wide and then she grabbed her daughters nose ring pulling her head
forward so that the slaves face was an inch away from her mothers wet,
hairy, cunt.
"Tell me you little shit eater, tell me if you think I'm wrong about
whipping your face as being a good deterrent to future misbehavior. Or
tell me that it's exactly what you would like me to do to teach you a
lesson. It's up to you."
Jane watched as Mrs. Jones moved to Rebecca's posterior and positioned
the cattle prod just outside the entrance to her anus.
Out of concern for the poor slave girl Jane prodded Rebecca to ask for
the face whipping since she wouldn't escape it in any case and there was
no point for extra torture.
"Yes m-mistress, wh-whip-p-p-ing my f-face w-would make me rem-m-member.
P-please whip my face."
"Your learning," Darcey answered.
"I tell you what, I'm going to give you a bucket so that you can clean
up the floor. I'm going to cuff your hands behind your back so that you
can only use your mouth and I'm going to give you an hour to do it while
I consult with Mistress Jane. You can pick up any chunks of shit in your
mouth and drop then in the bucket, anything else you suck up and
swallow. And clean the cage too. If I'm not happy with how clean the
floor is then I will whip your face. Is that clear?"
Rebecca nodded her head.
"Oh I just thought of a new name for you, something that sounds just so
sexy and chic. Your new name is going to be `bidet'."

"Get your hands behind your back."
After cuffing bidet's wrists, the two ladies went upstairs leaving the
girl to her unenviable task.
Mrs. Jones led Jane, holding her hand, and took her to the leather couch
in the living room living room.
"Let me pour you a drink. Some brandy maybe or I could mix you
something."
"A brandy sounds nice. I like how warm it feels going down."
"Sure, why don't you slip off your shoes and get more comfortable."
Jane looked around the room while Darcey went to pour the drinks. The
house seemed innocent and tasteful. The furnishing was contemporary in
style with brown leather seating, the floor a dark hardwood covered by a
thick, white carpet. The walls were white stucco and there were plenty
of small pictures on the walls, mostly reproduction oil paintings from
the great masters. There was nothing to suggest the drama that was
taking place a floor below.
When Darcey returned with the generously filled brandy goblets Jane had
taken off her shoes and had placed her feet up on the sofa beside her.
Kicking off her own shoes Darcey sat down on the other end.
"You have quite something going here living alone in this house, in this
cozy little neighborhood. Who would ever suspect what is really going on
here."
"It is pretty incredible the way things have worked out isn't it?. It's
just too bad that bidet doesn't have any company. You know there's
plenty of room in the basement for more slaves. I'd love to be able to
try out new things on someone other then my daughter. She is still very
important to me and I don't want to damage her because I don't know what
I'm doing. I need someone that I'm less attached to, to experiment on"
"Maybe, just maybe, I may have a solution to your problem."
"How do?" Darcey ears were perked up at full attention..
"Well I know a certain lady that has a problem she would love to be rid
of. She has a daughter, bidet's age, that is completely out of control
and has become a big embarrassment to the family. This girl, or should I
just say tramp, has caused her mother nothing but grief. She's joined
the Goth culture, has piercings and tattoos all over her body, is
heavily into drugs and doesn't come home for weeks at a time and then
only till she gets more money and then she disappears again. I know that
Emily would do almost anything to be rid of her and wouldn't care what
was done to her as long as the family wasn't implicated in the
disappearance in any way. She won't however, get involved with criminals
to get rid of her, she's too afraid of that element, but if we were to
offer to get rid of her problem for good and even give her some
entertainment as an add bonus, I think she would jump at the chance.
She might even give us some money for the job, out of gratitude of
course. Since this tramp is constantly running away from home the police
would put her disappearance up to just being another runaway."
Darcey moved closer to Jane and began to massage her feet.
"What have I done to deserve a friend llike you." Darcey was grinning
from ear to ear."
With Darcey massaging her feet, Jane took her cell phone out of her
pocket and phoned her friend Emily.
In the basement all Rebecca could think about was the cattle prod and
what she could expect if she failed to do her job. There was filth
everywhere some of it ground into the cracks by her mothers shoes. If
she was to get the floor clean on time she'd have to work fast but the
pain in her body made that very difficult to do. Her nose ring,
especially, got in the way of her mouth. She cursed it in her mind
especially for being so large. Her heart raced as she worked, thinking
of nothing but finishing the job. The disgusting nature of her task
didn't matter any more. All that mattered was avoiding more punishment
for failure.
At one point she thought she came close to having a heart attack as she
heard her mother yell down into the basement that she didn't here any
pig sounds. How could she have forgotten. Now she carried the extra
burden of thinking she would be punished for that even if she did clean
up the floor to her owners satisfaction.
In their brief  phone conversation Jane had talked cryptically about
having a solution to Emily's problem and arranged a face to face meeting
for lunch the next day. Anyone listening in to the conversation would
have thought the ladies were talking about gardening and since the two
women were close friends and talked to each other on the phone often,
the telephone logs would attract no attention from the police, even if
they bothered to investigate the disappearance of another runaway drug
addict.
Also by the end of the telephone conversation, meeting no resistance,
Darcey had puled of Jane's pantyhose and panties, and was busily licking
her way up to Jane's gloriously thatched cunt. She smelled so wonderful
she thought. Jane wasn't quite so sure she enjoyed Darcey's more earthly
odor, however she had never met a tongue she didn't like. Darcey spread
her legs wide to give her friend no obstructions as her tongue got
closer and closer to her pleasure zone.
Trying not to interrupt Mrs. Jones's lips and tongue while trying to
remove the rest of her cloth's was very awkward.   But it was only the
result that mattered. There were no style points being given away. The
two women had chemistry. Tonight they had the opportunity to experience
feelings that had only been fantasies before and now they enjoyed the
most passionate love making that either one had experienced. Time seemed
to stand still. It was their moment and they were both without flaws in
each others eyes. It was well over an hour before they returned to the
basement to find bidet squealing like a pig while trying to get the last
vestiges of shit and piss from between the aggregate of the cement
floor. This time Mistress Jane was naked too wearing only her high
heeled shoes. Bidet wasn't sure she could keep from throwing up at the
site of another over the hill woman
To the young prisoner Jane looked even older then her mother. Her tits
sagged to the bottom of her ribcage and seemed much too skinny on the
top and fat at the nipple end. Her nipples were huge and so dark brown
that they looked black in the poor cellar light. When she moved they
would swing from side to side like a pair of fat pendulums. Her cunt was
as woolly as her mothers  the thick hairs sticking out from every part
of her crack. She wasn't as tall or thin as her mother and her hips and
thighs were much wider then they had seemed underneath her business
suit. Still she was not below average to any  observer other  then
Rebecca and was quite attractive in most adult's eyes.
"Stop working." Mistress Jones ordered. "Tonight I'm going to give you a
free choice of what you would prefer to do. Mistress Jane and I can
either spend the time torturing you, and I don't mean nearly as easily
as you have been up till now. Both of us would enjoy that a lot, almost
more then anything, OR... You can learn to sexually pleasure a woman.
Which do you choose? And be careful. I don't want to hear any comment
from you other then your choice or I'll make it my choice. Now choose!"
Bidet stuttered out that she chose `learning to sexually pleasure a
woman'. This was the choice the two women had anticipated. The cuffs
were removed from Becky's wrists allowing her to  support herself on all
fours.
"Mistress Jane, would you be so kind as to present this little shit pig
your crotch?" It was, of course, a rhetorical question. Jane squatted in
front of the pig.
"Pig, put your mouth over your Mistress's cunt and seal it well."
The bald captive cupped Jane's sex in her mouth and sealed it with her
lips. A moment later a torrent of hot piss sprayed from the older
woman's urethra catching bidet completely by surprise. She choked as
spray flew down her windpipe and when she sealed that it gushed put of
her nose. From pure reflex she jerked her head back and began to cough
violently trying to clear her lungs and sinuses from the burning piss.
Mistress Jane immediately cut off the flow.
"You really are a stupid pig. Lesson one, the first thing you had better
learn is when you place your mouth over a ladies crotch is that she will
be using that mouth as her toilet.  If she wants anything else she will
give you a signal like pushing your head in deeper into her crack or by
grinding her pelvis into your face. Don't ever assume that she's
interested in feeling your tongue. Now put your mouth back where it was
and don't you dare spill another drop or I'll  hang you from your
ankles, with your legs spread and use the joystick on your tender parts.
You're a toilet and when your mouth is directed towards any of a lady's
holes you better assume it's so she can relive herself. You only begin
to stimulate her when you get a signal to. I may as well tell you that
you also don't remove your mouth or stop what you are doing until your
told to. A lady may want to relieve herself after an orgasm or she might
want a second, third or fourth. She may prefer to relieve herself before
an orgasm too. You just don't know and she is under no obligation to
tell you."
"Get your fucking mouth back over your Mistress's piss hole, NOW!!! And
believe me, you don't want what you'll get if your lips come off before
their told."
Bidet's humiliation was profound. Never had she imagined doing anything
like this. The thought of giving a boy a blow job had repulsed her but
that seemed so quaint and innocent now. Drinking a strange woman's urine
directly from her twat would be something that might happen in hell but
never in the real world. Now she was not only doing it but absolutely
trying her best so she wouldn't get tortured again.  She just knew the
two women would just love an excuse to hurt her some more. It was
horrible. All poor bidet could taste or smell, was this sleazeballs
piss.
"You  ready for another feeding?" Jane spoke sarcastically. Start
lapping it up, I'm another category of lady. I like to let it out in
little squirts while I have my cunt tongued. It can feel like little
ejaculations, I just love that. Get to it. Give that tongue a good
workout"
With that Jane took both her hands  and pushed Rebecca's face firmly
into her hairy slit , as she stood in front of her, thighs spread
obscenely wide. Her ass below her knees, the lower half of her body
forming an image of the letter "M".
"Start moving that tongue around, start tasting me. Touch my pussy lips
and start to wiggle it about. Start to work it inside, but keep wiggling
your tongue all the time... that's it, work  it deeper and move it up and
down. Taste me. Now start to suck a bit."
Her tongue buried almost as deep as it would go between Mistress Jane's
pussy lips, bidet tried her best not to taste anything if she could help
it. The situation was nauseating enough without smelling this old
woman's crotch. She couldn't imagine anyone wanting any part of such
smelly, musky thing. She couldn't help noticing the odors that permeated
Jane's dense, curly cunt hairs. She smelled of urine the most but there
was also the smell of her sweat and her vaginal secretions. Bidet was
hit by the thought that she might have to do this when the women were
having their periods. She tried to put that one out of her mind but
couldn't. That would be so appallingly gross. She tried to divert her
thoughts again. Maybe if she concentrated on her task she wouldn't think
about the nastier things she was beginning to imagine.
After hearing the words `suck a bit', a warm stream of piss hit her
throat . Her tongue had spread Jane's cunt lips wide enough to allow her
urethra a clear shot into her mouth and  bidet had to struggle to keep
from choking while maintaining the seal with her lips around her
Mistress's crotch. She clamped her throat tight for a second, regaining
control, then began to swallow as fast as she could hopping to stay
ahead of the small torrent.
Just as quickly it was shut off but urine now coated every millimeter of
Jane's open cunt making bidet's sorry task just so much more miserable.
"You don't know how lucky you are getting a pussy as nice as mine to
work on. Wait till you see what some of the other ladies, you'll be
pleasuring, have. Still, you'll learn to be grateful to do any cunt no
mater how gross, so you'd better learn to do it well. I don't think your
Mistress is going to have any patience with you in this area."
Mrs. Jones thought it would be a good moment to let bidet know that soon
working on people would be a treat, something she should learn to
appreciate.
"I think that I've got you early enough to train you to do anything at
all so I figured I would train you to pleasure animals even better then
people. You wouldn't believe what the market will pay to see a slave
girl fuck a half dozen horses and finish them all off with her mouth.
You'll get a good feeding and I'll get a lot of money."
"Mistress Jane," Darcey asked. "Is she doing a good job or does she need
some extra encouragement?"
"To be honest I don't have the impression that the she's overly
appreciative of my cunt much at all."
The slaves heart felt ready to break when she heard the words, knowing
something else would be added to her humiliation.
Mistress Jones went to the basement wall where she had hung the little
crotch whip with the metal tips and handed it to Jane.
"I used this to whip her crack before and I know it got quite the howl
out of her. Spread your knees wide you unappreciative little shit. I
told you before that I'm looking for attitude and not just going through
the motions. I don't know about using it on her cunt till the piercings
heat up but I'm sure a few good ones on her fat thighs will improve her
attitude. Use it as hard and as often as you like. She has to learn that
having her face in a lady's privet  parts is a privilege and show proper
appreciation."
WHHEEEP! .. WHHEEEP.
The slave girls rear end was exposed in the perfect position for Jane to
whip and she sent 2 good strokes to the inside of bidet's left thigh
raising 4 blood blisters where the metal tips hit the soft skin.
Immediately her tongue became more animated extending deeper into her
Mistress's foul sex while moving up and down in a desperate fury  to
stave off any more blows. Her mouth sucked harder pasting her lips hard
around Jane's sex getting any bit of fluid out and anticipating another
blast of urine. This time she made sure her throat was only open for
quick breath's so she wouldn't be caught off guard. Her lungs burned
from the urine they had just pulled in. She tried to cry but her tear
ducts were dry, emptied by the hours of crying she had already done. Her
eyes looked half dead, all puffed out and red. There was no mistaking
the suffering on her face when it was visible.
"There is no question you work much better under the whip." Darcey was
again becoming overwhelmed by her own power. The feeling of power she
was feeling drove her to within inches of climax all on it's own, but
having her womanly charms reamed out by such a beautiful slave, that
responded so well to the whip, made climax inevitable. It was too early
yet. Jane pulled bidet's head back sharply so she could regain control
of her own body and stifle the orgasm.
"You do respond to the whip well dear. Your mother knows what she's
doing. I'm not finished with you yet, not by a long shot!"
TSHHHHHH!!
Holding the girl slave's chin in her left hand, along with the crack
whip, Mistress Jane slapped her face hard, almost knocking her of her
knees
"That's to help you remember that attitude is everything. Anything
expelled from your superiors bodies had better be more precious then
gold to you.  If I gob on the floor you'd better dive to lick it up...
Remember, more precious then gold; now get your lips back over my cunt.
And this time I want noise. Remember? You're a pig. A grunting, snorting
pig. You better learn to enjoy this because this is going to be one of
your easiest activities. Just wait till you find out how you're going to
loose your virginity. Cleaning and pleasuring a woman's holes is a job
you'd volunteer for every chance you got, if anyone ever gives you a
choice."
Mistress Jane pinched her prisoners cheeks as hard as she could and
shook her head.
"You better convince everyone that might be watching you, and that can
include people watching on video, that you are having the best time of
your life. If you don't I will come down on you with everything I can.
Get your face back in there and convince me you love drinking my piss
and tonguing my snatch more then you like feeling the whip rip you
apart."
No sooner had bidet's tongue begun to separate the Mistress's sloppy
nether lips, then she felt the spray of urine coming from several
directions into her waiting mouth. The girl had to suck hard to keep it
from leaking out through gaps in the imperfectly sealed slit. The flow
continued unabated for ten seconds then stopped again refilling the
older woman's cunt with the smell and taste of a urinal again. Bidet
extended her tongue again thinking she would rather be sticking it into
a sewer.
Terror however, is a  powerful motivator. The required snorting,
grunting and ecstatic moaning were added to her repetoir much to the
delight of both the women. They couldn't stop themselves from laughing
at the sorry exhibition and commenting on what an excellent pig she
made, that she was born to play the part and had found her true purpose
in life.
Rebecca knew nothing was further from the truth, that she was doing it
only because she had no choice and it would just be stupid to try and
fight a battle she could not win.
The nose ring made it especially hard on her. It extended past her upper
lip making it necessary to open her mouth a little wider to cover the
same area. The pressure on it from having her face mashed into Mistress
Jane's crotch hurt her nose a lot. It was made worse from all the moving
about she had to do with her tongue and mouth.
Rebecca new exactly what a bidet was. She had visited Europe on a
student exchange trip about a year ago and stayed in France for 2
months. In Europe she saw them in almost every washroom and learned to
enjoy them. They had been quite the novelty and  seemed so naughty
requiring their users to assume such a lewd pose in order to use them.
The warm water had felt so good and she had felt so fresh after using
them. Now she was the biological equivalent of a bidet, a combination
toilet and cunt cleaner. Listening to her own grants and moans Rebecca
couldn't associate them with herself, there had to be someone else
making those sounds, they couldn't be coming from her. But she knew they
were. This had to be the lowest that a person could go. She had come to
this point without even putting up a fight. She would do it any time she
was told to and she knew it.
There was some solace in the idea that this was rock bottom. That the
only place to go was up. There was a bit of pride that at least she was
a survivor and was still strong. Things were bound to get better. Mixed
into her feelings was just a dash of hope.
Mistress Jane kept grinding her crotch into bidet's face even after her
first and second orgasm. Her bladder having been completely emptied her
own vaginal secretions helped to wash away the urine and intermingle
it's own musky odor with that of the pee. Just before her last orgasm
Jane began raining down blows with the whip on her naked buttocks,
urging her on like a Roman charioteer. The slave girl screamed into
Jane's hairy muff but managed to keep her wits about her enough as not
to remove her face from it's appointed duty. Just like the chariot
horses she worked harder, driving herself into a near furry and exciting
her mistress to the hardest climax of the three. Finally she was pushed
away without the slightest hint of any thanks or a job well done,
leaving her worried about having done a poor job. The push had seemed
very hard and cold.
"Get over here cunt and bring the whip with you. I think I can use a
little of that action... Hurry up!"
Mrs. Jones had decided to get more comfortable then her predecessor  and
had set down on the cellar steps, the second step to be precise and had
her legs spread her feet on the first step. Both her lower holes were in
clear view, or at least as clear as her thick pubic thatch would allow.
Mistress Jones had folded the vicious little whip in half and placed it
in bidet's mouth to be taken over to her mother.
"I guess you never thought that you would be eating out your own mother.
Life can be funny that way I guess. But you know what, that day when I
was giving birth to you and going through hell the passage of your
shoulders ripping my vagina, I knew one day you would pay for that and
here we are. Now I want you to make love to the very same cunt that you
passed through on that day, the one you ripped up. This is the passage
through which you emerged into life and now it's the driving force that
is changing your life again. Your life has always been tied to my cunt
and now it's going to depend on it for it's very existence. When you
stop pleasing it then it will stop caring for you."
Bidet crawled over to her mother's repulsive form as fast as her
battered legs would allow, which wasn't very fast. She worried about
this too. It must be irritating to her mother to watch her move so
slowly. She wished she could move faster, she had been told to hurry up.
God, she didn't want to do this, especially with her mother.
"Just put the whip down, there on the first step between my feet."
Mrs. Jones parted her labia with her finger tips exposing the glistening
pink interior to her daughters puffy eyes.
"You get your long, soft tongue as deep in there as you can,  and start
moving it around. I don't want you touching my clity till I'm ready and
tell you so."
Bidet didn't hesitate to move her full mouth over her mothers floppy and
wrinkled nether lips and sink  her tongue deep into the slippery hole.
Her mother had been secreting her juices from the time she had touched
Jane upstairs till now. Watching her daughters absolute degradation  had
brought her to a new level of arousal. It had been a great fantasy but
having turned it into reality with this result, was something that was
almost overwhelming her. Thoughts of what was to come in the future
increased her excitement even more. Darcey's first orgasm arrived
seconds after her daughter/sex slave touched her  inner labia with her
tongue. It wasn't what she had initially wanted, hoping to enjoy her
teenaged daughter's soft tongue and lips a lot longer. It wasn't what
she wanted but it was still a glorious orgasm. So glorious it just
didn't matter anymore about the lack of foreplay, bidet wasn't going
anywhere. Mrs. Jones insisted the slave maintain her pace while she
tried to regain her senses.
While bidet's mouth was occupied with the sopping wet pussy Mrs. Jones
ran the tails of the whip gently over her daughter's badly beaten skin;
there was hardly a patch not bruised or striped with welts. She let the
whip gently caress  the skin from her knees all the way to her
shoulders. Sometimes the tips were dragged along her back and sometimes
it swung like a lazy pendulum sweeping left to right, right to left. The
whip caressed and it tickled.
At first Rebecca was terrified expecting another whipping to start, only
it didn't happen. The whip gently teased her. It felt good and with time
she began to relax. It got harder to remember to keep up the grunts and
snorts
"I told you good things would happen if my slit was pleased.
Mmmmmmmmmmm."
"Didn't  those vibrations she makes when she grunts feel fantastic?"
Jane commented.
"Their amazing." Jane agreed with childish enthusiasm. "Those extra
vibrations they add are out of this world."
"That's one of the best ideas I've ever heard. It was brilliant.!"
"OK dear... now use your mouth to make love to my ass hole, and I really
mean make love to it as though it were the lips of your lover. Touch it
gently, at first, tease it. Make my ass hole feel special, make it feel
loved."
The poor captive, slave girl tried to do what she was told. She closed
her eyes and pursed her lips, just barely touching her mothers dark,
puckered  ass hole, then pulling away and sticking out her tongue,
tickling it with the tip, moving it around and around, just barely
touching. She didn't think about what she was actually doing, she
couldn't any more. The only way Rebecca could go on was by not thing
about the acts of degradation any more. She couldn't do that and go on
living any more, so she just followed blindly what she was told. She
made love to some soft and wrinkly thing at the tip of her tongue. It no
longer mattered what it was.
Mrs. Jones sighed as she felt her daughters tongue caress her anal ring
and unlike Rebecca, Darcey thought about exactly what was happening. It
was the kind of bond that she had dreamed of forming. Her power felt
complete and Darcey knew bidet could never go back to being what she
was. She had lost her fight and was ready to be shaped in which ever way
her mistress wished.
"Now push harder against your lover's lips with your own and give her
some tongue. Work it in while you apply suction with your mouth. Get
your tongue into every little nook and cranny and dig for your
mistress's gold. Or in this case brown... Harder... Get in deeper... Work it,
work it.!"
The emotion of what was going on had Mrs. Jones on the verge of another
orgasm. She pushed bidet back  and slid her ass down the steps till she
was sitting on the cement floor. Holding her daughters head with both
hands Darcey guided bidets lips to hers engulfing her shit covered mouth
with her own as though she would devour her own daughter and kissed her
with a passion unknown to her before. Rebecca didn't stand in her way
but opened her mouth to accept her mother's roaming tongue. Darcey moved
her cunt forward bumping her clitoris up against bidet's lower arm. This
was the time she wanted to cum,  and cum she did again and again finally
collapsing back against the cellar steps, the look of ecstasy written
all over her face.  Bidet let her head hang down not fully comprehending
what had just happened but knowing too that some things had just changed
forever.

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