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Megan had never liked her cruel, lesbian mother, and the feeling was
mutual. When her mother finds out that Megan and her father were
carrying on a lewd game of bondage incest she blackmails both, kicking
her husband out of the house and setting about punishing and enslaving
her bratty daughter.
Megan was grinning smugly as she stepped out of her father's room.
Her mother was at the other end of the hall having come back from the
kitchen. She spotted Megan coming out of her father's room about the
same time Megan spotted her.
Megan stiffened, then did the best she could to pretend she had
done nothing at all wrong. She walked casually to her room as her mother
looked at her.
"What were you doing in there?" she asked quietly, her voice
suspicious.
"Nothing," Megan said. "I-I just remembered I had to get some money
for tomorrow."
"Were you going through your father's pockets?" her mother demanded.
"No!" she snapped. "I asked him."
Her mother stared at her for a moment and snorted.
"You woke him up to get money. You're a selfish little bitch, do
you know that?"
"Look who's talking," Megan said resentfully. "Like you work for a
living."
She opened her door and rushed inside as her mother stepped towards
her, then closed and locked it, pressing her back against it for long
seconds as she waited for the woman to demand she open it. There was
nothing, though, and she sighed in relief and went back to bed.
Alexandra scowled at the door, wondering whether she should knock it
open, but then shrugged and went back to her room. What did she care
what the little slut did? It had been obvious for some time now that she
was just another little cock lover.
Alexandra herself was a lesbian. She had married Bob for only one
reason, and that was so he would pay all the bills. She'd chosen him out
of all the men she could find because he was weak, and because she knew
he would never in a million years want to admit to his family or friends
that his wife was gay.
She had endured the honeymoon, letting him put his greasy hands on
her and fuck her, because she didn't want to take any chance of him
getting an annulment. She had shocked that, despite her precautions that
night, she had become pregnant.
She would have had an abortion, but her doctor had told him, and he
had been adamant that she had to carry it to term. She didn't have her
own money then, and so couldn't afford to go off somewhere else and have
it aborted. She'd had no choice but to bear the brat - as she thought of
her.
She had soon afterwards had herself sterilized, and made sure she
persuaded him to give her access to his bank accounts. She had also made
sure that he hired nannies to look after the kid from the time she was born.
Alex herself had never changed so much as a single diaper, nor fed
her daughter. Hugs and kisses were for show in front of visitors. Alex
spent as little time with the brat as possible. She wasn't sure why this
was so. She simply had no maternal instinct. The brat was an intrusion
on her perfect world, a yowling, whiny, smelly little thing which kept
demanding her attention, and which made her feel at least a little
guilty for denying her.
She supposed it might have been different had she decided to have a
child, but was honesty enough to acknowledge she never would have made
such a decision on her own. Getting fat and awkward, ruining her perfect
body, and throwing up all the time were simply not things she had ever
aspired to. If she'd actually wanted to be a mother she supposed she
could have endured them, but as it was her pregnancy had been one of
anger, misery and frustration.
She resented her idiot husband for it, but had been unable to
suppress her resentment towards the child, though she knew that was
unfair. And as the child had continued to demand her attention she had
grown even more resentful.
Inevitably, the brat had gotten closer to her father, and had
returned Alex's resentment with her own, so that the two tended to snarl
and snap at each other when in the same room.
The brat knew of her attraction towards women, and Alex often
thought the girl's own sluttish behaviour was a response to that, as if
to prove to Alex that she was entirely different, or perhaps to rub her
nose in her heterosexual behaviour.
And if that were the case Alex ruefully admitted to herself that
the brat had finally found a way to really irritate her. For seeing her
daughter pawed and groped by ugly little pimply faced males infuriated
her. She was, after all, Alex's flesh and blood, and knowing she was
giving herself to drooling male pigs almost made Alex feel dirty herself.
Her skin crawled at the thought of letting a man between her legs.
Obviously the brat was sick, along with all other women who enjoyed
having men stick their dirty little things inside them.
She hadn't slept with Bob since the honeymoon. And he knew
perfectly well why. There wasn't a thing he could do about it, however,
unless he wanted to come out publicly and say his wife was gay. And that
he would never do.
And Megan, of course, rubbed her sluttish, boy toy ways in Alex's
face at every opportunity, sneering at her mother's lesbian inclinations
and hiding behind her father whenever Alex tried to punish her.
Of course this had again coloured her image of her daughter. She
was unable to see her, to think about her, without thinking about what a
whorish slut she was. And this made her acutely aware of her daughter's
sexuality, of Megan's full breasts, narrow waist and tight bottom.
When Megan came in late, long hair tousled and face flushed, Alex
thought of her daughter naked, laying on her back, legs spread, as a
grunting male thrust his dripping cock into her pussy. When Megan walked
into a room in tight trousers and bent over a table Alex thought of her
on all fours, some filthy male animal mounting her.
Her daughter was the antithesis of what Alex believed a female
should be, and she found that infuriating.
Now, as Alex watched the brat retreat she, as always, thought of
her daughter as a walking boy toy, a sex machine, and her suspicions
were immediately aroused as to what she had been doing in her father's
bedroom. More, Alex had engaged in sex with women many, many times, and
knew that what she had briefly scented was the familiar musk of a female
in heat.
Surely that old sick bastard, unable to stick his cock into Alex,
had not taken to abusing his daughter? No, he wouldn't have the courage
to abuse anyone. More likely, if the two were up to something, it was
that mercenary little slut who'd instigated it.
The little bitch was always after him for something. She had him so
twisted around her finger even Alex was impressed. Of course, Alex
didn't have to persuade him of anything. She had the power in their
relationship, and used it well.
Oh well, what if she was fucking him. Who cared? Aside from an
instinctive disgust at a good looking young woman - and she was willing
to admit to herself that the brat was good looking - letting some ugly,
hairy, dirty man stick his cock in her and root around in her belly, it
was no business of hers. The kid was an adult, after all.
But it irritated her nonetheless. The thought of her daughter, HER
daughter letting filthy males mount her, even that pathetic creature who
lived with them, made her want to retch.
She had often thought about the things she would like to do to the
brat, to punish her for her insolence, her snottiness, and her
rebellious ways. And since Alex had long been involved with the city's
leather and bdsm scene some of those images had inevitably involved
punishments she had long delivered to impudent young females at the
clubs and private gatherings of like minded women.
But she had never before really thought of them in a sexual way.
Yes, she'd have loved to strap the brat down and take a riding crop to
her bottom, but that image had not previously given her the kind of
sexual thrum she got from such fantasies involving other women.
And yet now her mind seemed to have broken through a barrier. If
her pathetic husband could have sex with the brat, well, perhaps Alex
could teach the girl a thing or two her way. She had disciplined plenty
of recalcitrant little sluts in her time. All of them had been lesbians,
of course, but perhaps Megan could be brought over somehow.
She toyed with the idea of Megan bound naked to her bed, squirming
and writhing, and to her surprise, she felt a familiar heat rising
between her legs. The girl was her daughter, which caught at her sense
of the forbidden, and so deeply aroused her.
I'm a kinky slut, she admitted to herself.
And the thought of using her daughter sexually was so kinky she
found it quite exciting. Better, the thought of getting her revenge on
years of taunting and impudence from the miserable little troll filled
her with an incredible thrill.
She thought of Megan bound, bent over, naked, the crop slicing into
her fine young bottom, the girl howling and begging, and her hand went
instinctively to her groin, squeezing herself. Oh how she would make the
little whore scream for the years of snotty remarks she had had to put
up with! For the agony of being fat and ugly during her pregnancy! For
the years of putting up with her wailing and whining!
So if Megan was diddling her father, there was the possibility of
Alex finally punishing her, finally getting her own back, and better
still, finally freeing herself from the both of them. For if she could
prove they were having sex she could get out of her marriage with
virtually everything her husband owned.
God, how she hated the prenuptial agreement! It had been his
brother's idea, the lousy bastard! And all the lawyers she'd consulted
claimed it was perfect and couldn't be negated.
But if she could prove he was fucking the little whore that would
change things dramatically. Hell, she could just tell him what terms she
wanted!
And she could punish the brat, too.
Megan was delighted with her new CD player, and showed it off to
everyone with a smug grin at how her father was willing to buy her anything.
She didn't even hint at how she'd gotten it, of course. Though she
thought about it a lot. Not only had it worked, but it had been so -
Rad! It had been better than any kind of sex she'd ever had. It had been
almost like she'd heard sex was supposed to be, all stars and ecstasy
and wonder.
Why hadn't it ever been like that before? Her father hadn't done
anything different to her than a lot of other guys had. But it had never
felt like that before. Maybe because it was so forbidden, and because
she had had to work at it so hard.
She'd never had to - to throw herself at someone like that, to make
herself out a total whore, to almost beg him. No. She had begged him.
She had begged him to fuck her! She had degraded herself for him!
She quivered, partly in embarrassment, partly in lewd excitement at
the things she'd said. How could she!? How could she talk like that?!!
And yet, she wanted to do it again. She wanted to get her daddy to
use her like he had before. It had been too good not to do it again.
Of course, she had to get something out of it. It just wasn't in
her nature to let him do things he wanted with her without her getting
something out of it. It had to be something big, too. It was time for a
new car.
And, since she knew her Dad, she knew that she couldn't ask for
something else that week. In fact, since she'd gotten something
unnecessary, she really should wait a few weeks for the best chance of
success.
Unfortunately, she was so eager to feel her daddy's cock inside her
again that she just couldn't. Maybe she could still persuade her to buy
something else. Or, well, she could build up credit by pleasing him now,
and use it next week.
She held out for a couple of days, then set out to get him again.
After he'd eaten - Consuella the maid cooked his dinner before
leaving - she gave him an hour to relax, then wandered downstairs. This
time she wore a heavy robe that covered her from neck to ankle...but
with nothing underneath.
She figured she'd take him by surprise.
"Hi, daddy," she sighed as she wandered into the living room.
"Hello, honey," he said, with that same nervous look he'd had on
since she'd fucked him a few nights back.
"Daddy, are you mad at me?" she said, with a pout.
"N-no, baby," he gulped. "I'm not mad at you."
She sat down close to him and snuggled up against him. He swallowed
nervously.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Of course."
"Really pretty?"
"Yes."
"Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked in a teasing voice.
"Uhm, I uh, I never thought about it," he lied.
"Well - ."
She stood up and turned, then undid her robe as his eyes opened wider.
She pulled the rope wide and looked at him.
"Megan!"
"Just tell me if you think I look sexy."
"Close your robe right now!"
"Don't be such a shithead, daddy."
"What? Don't you talk to me like that!"
"Oh fuck. It's no big fucking thing, daddy," she said.
"I said don't you talk to me like that!"
"I can fucking talk any way I fucking well want," she said.
There was a delicious freedom in being allowed to say anything,
however rude, however obscene, in knowing that the punishment she would
receive would be deliciously exciting.
"You're a cheap tramp! Now close this robe!" he ordered, jumping to
his feet and jerking her robe closed.
"What's the matter, daddy? Like what you see?" she taunted.
"Jesus Christ! How did you become such a little whore!?"
"I'm not a whore! You're a pervert!"
She jerked her robe open and off, then put her hands behind her
head and arched her back hard.
"Tell me you don't want me, daddy," she taunted. "Tell me you don't
want to fuck me again!"
"You - You little - bitch," he gasped in a strangled voice.
His eyes bulged as he stared at her gorgeous young body displayed
before him. His fingers twitched of their own accord, longing to fasten
around her soft round breasts.
She turned, leering at him, and bent forward.
"Remember this, daddy? Want to touch it? Want to spank me, daddy?"
"I-I - you - I'll - I'll take a strap to your ass you little - you
little - ."
"I dare you," she taunted. "Strap my ass, daddy!"
She bent further forward and pushed her bottom towards him. He
glared at her in fury and then grabbed her arm hard, jerking her into
him as he sat down. She laughed as he yanked her across his knee, then
cried out as he brought his hand down against her bare bottom.
"Owww! Bastard!" she cried, kicking her legs.
She wiggled and twisted, putting on a show, getting more and more
excited as he cracked his hand down against her bottom again, then again.
"Fucker! Fucking asshole! You want to rape me, don't you! Don't
you, pervert! I know you do! I know you want to rape me!"
Megan had no idea where the words were coming from, or why she was
saying them. She wanted - why, she didn't know - to make him angry, to
taunt him, to make him hurt her, to make him leap atop her like a rabid
wolf and ride her like an animal.
She cried out again and again as his hand slapped against her
smarting buttocks, but the pleasure raced up and down her body like a
flashfire. Her hand shot back between her legs, and she rubbed her
clitty, gasping and moaning as she kicked her legs and wriggled on his lap.
He saw it at once and slapped especially hard.
"You slut!" he shouted, knocking her hand away.
He wanted her, wanted to tame her, to make her his possession, as
she was before, but now in a different way. So long frustrated by his
beautiful, yet powerful, distant, and mocking wife, he wanted to tame
this other female in his life and put her in her place.
He jerked her hands together at the small of her back and then his
eyes strayed to the belt from her robe. He reached over and yanked it
free, then, his cock going instantly rock hard, wrapped it around her
wrists.
She moaned feebly, crossing her wrists and holding them there as he
bound them tightly. She could hardly breath, her brain threatened to
explode. She whimpered and ground her thighs together as her insides
boiled with lust.
"Little whore!" he said, cracking his hand across her bottom.
"Yes! I'm a whore! Spank me! Spank me, daddy!"
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
She kicked and squirmed as his hand beat down on her flesh. Then,
with his left hand spanking her, he shoved his right between her thighs
and cupped her pussy, squeezing it hard, painfully hard. She cried out,
her head whipping up, then shaking violently.
The orgasm roared through her and she gurgled in wondrous delight,
humping up against him as he continued to spank her and his fingers
squeezed down hard on her soft, puffy little pussy mound.
It hurt terribly, but she didn't care. It felt too good to care
about the hurt. She could hardly breath as her chest locked up and her
mind swam.
He eased up on his grip, rubbing his hand exultantly over her hot,
moist pussy mound. His fingers pierced her and slid inside, one, two,
then three, driving deep and wriggling around as she moaned and ground
herself back up at him.
His hands were getting hot and sore from slapping her red bottom.
He halted, thrusting his fingers into her pussy instead.
"Bitch!" he cursed. "Sluttish little tramp!"
"Uhhhhh! UhhhhhH!' she groaned as his fingers thrust into her.
"I know what you need, you slut! I know what whores like you need!"
He shoved her off onto the floor, twisting her around and jerking
her bottom upwards. He dropped to his knees behind her and his shaking
hands undid his pants as she moaned and spread her legs.
She pulled repeatedly at the belt around her wrists, not because
she wanted to break free, but because it felt so exciting to know that
she couldn't.
His cockhead pushed through her opening and then thrust in hard.
She cried out in pain and pleasure as his hardness filled her, as her
pussy tunnel strained under the pressure of accommodating his male meat.
He slapped at her bottom, then moved his hands roughly over her
back and along her sides.
"Whore!" he gasped. "Slut!"
"Fuck me, daddy!" she whimpered. "Fuck me hard!"
"I will, baby! I'll fuck the shit out of you!"
He grunted as he thrust in again, using his cock like a weapon,
like a battering ram, pounding it into her tight sex as she gasped and
grunted and cried out under the hard pounding.
"Oh! You're fucking me, daddy! You're fucking me haaaaaard!"
"Whore! Slut! Tramp! I'll fuck you as hard as I want!"
His hips pounded against her buttocks as he gripped her breasts and
squeezed them hard. He fastened his hands on her hips and jerked her
pussy back to meet his thrusts as he rode her long and hard.
Alex watched from around the corner. She had deliberately let them
think she would be away all evening, then entered the house from the
back door and stayed in her room behind its locked door, keeping an eye
on things, waiting to see if something happened. She had heard the creak
on the stairs as her daughter had gone down, and followed slowly.
She had told herself many times that her imagination and fantasies
had run away with her, that she was being foolish, that she had almost
no chance of fulfilling her desires, and then been astounded at the
sight of her sluttish daughter throwing herself at her husband. She had
been right!
She had been envious at the sight of Bob spanking the little brat,
for she had long fantasised about being doing that herself, though not
until recently in a sexual way. But now the sexual envy was there, too,
as she watched the beautiful young teenager being fondled and groped,
and her obvious submissive delight in her own degradation.
It did not surprise Alex in the least that a slut like Megan would
be a submissive, that she would get off on being overpowered and roughly
treated. She had seen the same in many women over the years. And surely
the slut must feel immense guilt at what she was doing, which would give
her a need for punishment.
But it delighted her, for it made her own fantasies seem that much
closer to reality.
It had been some time since she had seen the brat naked, too, and
though she had known she had a fine body witnessing it was something
else again. She had to shake her head in appreciation at the lovely
complexion, the fine, firm breasts, the beautiful little bottom growing
pink as it was spanked.
She watched as the brat was put on her knees, watched as her bound
wrists pulled against the belt, as her ugly husband mounted her.
Give it to her, she thought viciously. Fuck the little whore!
For to be used so was, to her mind, an immensely degrading thing,
and even though she could hear her daughter's moans of desire she felt a
sense of ugly pleasure at the girl being so abused. And in that she
found herself aroused, aroused as she had so often before at sights of
attractive women being abused, being used, being beaten.
That this one was her daughter only made it more kinky, and raised
her sexual heat higher and faster. Slut, she thought. Dirty little
whore! Just wait until I get my hands on you!
In the living room Bob continued to pound his hips into his
daughter's upraised rump, his eyes only for the sleak little wildcat
bent and bound before him, his desire like a terrible fever inside him.
He stared down at the sight of his purplish red cock glistening wetly
from her juices as he drove it repeatedly into her hot little body, and
for felt the joy of being male and mounting a wild, wilful female.
He slapped at her shapely bottom to hear her moan, and ran his
hands over her perfect flesh, his fingers delighting in the tactile joy
of her softness and warmth.
He felt himself come, and groaned aloud as he pumped his seed
inside her, groaning in victory, in conquest, in exultant delight at
having tamed, having beaten down this hot blooded, sluttish little whore.
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From the ebook: Mother's Sex Slave, by Argus
Argus books have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star,
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