- Dear, are you tasting my tit before it's cooked?
- Mom, you'll taste wonderful, I can hardly wait. These udders of yours are so big, plump and soft! I bet they will melt on my tongue, after they've cooked a couple of hours in my oven.
- Hmmm, I'm still don't know how I feel about you cooking me. I mean, I know that I'm a slave and as such my body is just a commodity that you as my owner can use at will, but I'm carrying your daughters (or is it sisters?) in my belly and they are very much alive, just this morning they were kicking fast. It's as if they felt they were not going to leave my womb alive.
- Don't you worry about that, they are slaves just like you and if I want to kill them before they're even born that's just too bad for them, I've got every right, they're not human beings any more than you are.
And from what I'm told the taste of little girls boiled alive in their mother's belly should be delicious.
- Sigh, I know. In a way I can't but be excited by how exploitative all of this is, you impregnating your own slave mother with two daughters-sisters and then killing us all by cooking us alive in the oven! It's just soo exciting,
Please, John, take me now, I need your cock in me or I'll come just from your words!
- Ok slut, here is my cock. But I forbid you from coming, you can't come until I give you my permission.
- Nooooo! Please, dear son, let me come, your cock up my ass is driving me crazy.
- Take this, you perverted mother, take your son's cock to the hilt in your filthy ass! If you come before I give the order, I'll torture you, I'll cane your feet soles until they bleed!
- Pleeeese, John, Ahhhhhh, No, Don't pull my clit, you're going to make me cum...
AHHHHHH!!!
- You came, didn't you, mom? I know, I could feel your tight ass-ring contracting and pulsating around my cock. And now I get to reduce your soles to pulp, aren't you happy, mommy?
- Oh god, yes, I came and I came hard! I'm happy for you, sweetheart, I know how much you enjoy these little power games and how much joy you get from torturing your mommy here. I just hope that you can find a good slave wife to replace me with, once I'm gone and all that's left of me will be some bones.
- Here mom, put your legs in the stand-ups so that your feet are well up in the air and I can aim at them easily.
And don't worry, I've already got a nice girl as my next slave, her name's Roberta and she'll help me with your cooking.
Actually she devised a clever way to prepare the filling for your belly, we're taking you out of the oven after half an hour, you should still be alive while the girls should already be dead. Then we're opening your belly, we take the twins out and carve their meat off, which we will mix with some spices and some garlic and we'll fill you up again so that you can go back inside the oven and finally die yourself, in a sense still filled with your late daughters.
- That seems a nice idea, son. But are you telling me that I'll only get to meet my daughter in law when I'll be half cooked? That won't do, you know that.
- So, which cane should I use? A light, stinging but quick one or a heavy bruiser? Whichever you choose, I'm not stopping until you bleed, so it's almost irrelevant.
- The heavy one, I think it's much more painful since it hits the bone and I know how much you enjoy my pain.
- Ok, then, the heavy one it is. So you want to meet Roberta beforehand? So be it, but you know that I'm humiliating you in front of her, do you?
- Of course, my dear. She's your new slave breeder, it's normal that you want to put her above me. What do you have in mind?
- I'm not sure, I'll make you lick her to orgasms, that's for sure! But then we could use you as a toilet for a few days... What do you think?
- Oh god, John, you know how much I hate the stench of piss and shit! You're really a son of a bitch, if I may say so myself...
- I know, mom, I know. You're my own personal pregnant bitch.
And now brace yourself, cow, I'm going to trash your feet! Here it comes.
- Ahhhhh! Fuck, thank you my dear.
- Here's another one.
- Shiiiit! This is going to be a terrible night for me, John, I hope you're satisfied.
- I am, mommy, I am. Now suffer for me, slut!
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