I woke when my sweet Natalie started to probe my mouth with her questing tongue. I knew what she was doing; polishing and cleaning my mouth with her tongue, looking for any stray bit of Candace's shit in my mouth.

It was wonderfully passive and slutty to lay back, mouth open, while my lover pushed her sweet tongue all through my mouth searching every crack, my gumline, under my tongue, each tooth and inside my lips. I felt like I was this good thing that was fulfilling its function and would lay there quietly until action or response was needed. Her cunt was against my hip and she ground against me in renewed lust as we kept on kissing.

She backed off and looked me in the eye, and then leaned in again to hungrily kiss me woman to woman while she fingered me again. It hurt, I was sore, and being in pain for her made me wet and open all over again.

Still wet and soaking on her fingers I had an inspiration and fetched the last two of the four "candies."

"What do you want to do jenny?" she asked me, her eyes shinning. So far I had not failed to please my girlfriend, the girl I loved and had a monster crush on. In answer I slipped off her robe, and placing the balls on her chest and the top of her pubis I lay on her and ground down, then backed off and drooled on her. "Oh god you are a sick little shitmouth just like me." "Yes Natalie! I am your sick little shitmouth, I am always going to be your little shitmouth and I just want to show you how much I love you." Her eyes gleamed back at me; I knew we were both in the same fevered place. "Candace showed me how nasty I have to be to make you love me," I whispered an inch from her ear. We rubbed back and forth, grinding on each other, smearing our breasts and crotches brown and nasty. The nastier it was, the more it turned us on; a chorus of groans and smoldering glances shifted between us.

Then it was time to clean each other off, and it turned out the only way Natalie could be sure to get me clean was to lick every bit of filth off me. Oh how wonderful it was to feel my Natalie's mouth and tongue lovingly clean every bit of my breasts, pull and tug on my nipples and then move down to my cunt, my center. She had her whole face in there, was loving me so good when we heard,

"What the fuck is this? What the- Natalie what the fuck!!"

In the space of two heartbeats everything went from perfect to awful. Natalie was pulling away from me, grabbing her robe; a middle-aged man was looking at us with complete incredulity, until he smelt us. "Jesus Christ! Is that SHIT? You two dykes are shitting on each other?" He stared at us, enraged, frozen, truly not able to process the sight and smell before him.

He turned away icily, ignoring a weeping Natalie who reached out to him for a moment. Suddenly the smell was now a stink, just cold shit and drool on our faces and lips. I wanted to puke.

"Get out." "Oh Natalie, I'm so-" "Get the fuck out. I never want to see you again." She turned to me, and the rage in her face, the hate, made me shrink back. "Get OUT!"

I lurched out of the house, partially dressed, still reeking like an outhouse. Her hate and the smell and the marriage I had just helped wreck hit me like a blow; I reeled at the doorframe, bent over her flowers and the brick planter and puked. Puked, heaved again, and again until nothing came up, and I lurched away to my car.

The awful smell was suffocating in the car; it was a miracle I didn't get pulled over for speeding on the way back. I ran into my - Candace's - empty home and jumped into the shower, still clothed, not waiting for the water to get warm. I shook from the cold water, streaming over my face, mouth open letting the stream fall in and wash over my face and front as I stripped in the shower. As the water warmed up I began to scrub myself with regular soap and a hard scrubby until my skin was red, almost raw.

I could still smell it. No matter how hard I scrubbed I smelled like shit.

Behind it all though was the emptiness, the pain of being alone. Candace had told me how empty I was, and I felt a yawning, black hole that hurt, that froze me, that made me want to curl up in a ball and die.

Natalie hated me. Oh it hurt so much to loose her, to not have her warm yummy love making me feel loved, feel safe, feel human. Her love was the only thing that made the pain and the terrible terrible black loneliness go away.

I dried myself off slowly, listlessly, looked in the mirror - I looked clean but smelt and felt dirty. Dirty. I was dirty and unloved and no one would ever love me. I walked to my room, the guestroom, like a zombie, and was stunned to see a note on the door.

"Gone away for two days. You can have Natalie over for a play date if you want. If Sage comes back BE NICE TO HER OR I WILL HURT YOU. -C"

Even in the numbing fog of my pain, the threat of Candace "hurting" me got through; she could do anything. She would do anything.

I did then what I had done in junior high the first time I had my heart broken, the first time I had someone step on and crush my heart, and had felt like I would die. I crawled into bed, lay there quietly, crying and feeling alone, alone in the world.

At some point in my misery I heard another person in the house, and I could tell by some "home" instinct it wasn't Candace or John.

It was Sage. Pretty red hair past her shoulders, tight shorts and skintight crop top; I knew intuitively that she dressed to look like a slut for Candace. I had never seen her face before, seen the light dusting of freckles on her milky complexion, or the broad smile she wore when she saw me. I had only seen her back and hair (oh, that memory, red hair cascading over Candace's midsection as Sage went down on her), but I knew who it was. She smiled at me, broadly and simply, and came closer with an indefinable air of simplicity and naiveté. I didn't know what to say to her; she came closer, still grinning so merrily that I was unnerved. Her smile did not match up with the situation in a way that set off alarm bells in my head. My body tensed up in fear as she got closer to me, so close in the hallway leading tot he guestroom. Just before I bolted backward in fear she sank gracefully to her knees before me, put her hands behind her neck and fastened her gaze on my crotch.

The idiot grin faded, and a look of longing came across her face. She moistened her lips, parted them, and her tongue lolled out. It was a measure of how far I had sunk that a spasm of desire flashed across my pelvis and belly. Why not? I could just use her; her body language told me in no uncertain terms that I could do whatever I wanted to her.

"Sage?" She looked at me like a dog that knows its name; she even waggled her ass a little bit as she happily adjusted her kneel on the berber carpet. She smiled again. "Sage honey, you can get up."

"I'm for using," she said with the pride of an idiot child who had gotten a hard question right. "Girls use my mouth."

I thought I might throw up again. "Sage, I don't want to use...use your mouth. Please get up." Her brief look of worry went away and she smiled brightly again and ran away. I followed her to the master bedroom, pausing outside the threshold (I was only allowed in to service John). I could see Sage rummaging through a bag on the floor; she jumped to her feet with a squeak of triumph and ran to me.

She held a large, red rubber strap on phallus. "I'm for fucking too," she said brightly, holding the artificial monster out to me. "All my holes. That's what I'm made for." She leaned in closer to me, almost conspiratorially, and said in a low voice, "Candace, Candace told me. She showed me. All my holes." I wanted to run away and shower again, hit her for being so sick...use her maybe, to dull the ache and because I had learned some awful things from Candace to. I was scared though, scared of what constituted "hurting" Sage.

Eventually though, she understood I was tired, and maybe I could use her, "Later. You can use my mouth later. Use my holes later." At that she folded herself up at their bedroom door, all the energy gone, patient, infinitely patient like a robot or a toy waiting to be wound up again.

I was in Hell. I was terrified of what Candace might do to me, and a small part of me was clenching my thighs together thinking of the awfulness of it all. I had lost my love, lost the girl I cared about. I had lost the mommy who would fill me up with love and I started sobbing again, crying and rocking and feeling rejected and stupid, stupid jenny who no one would ever love. Oh it hurt so much.

I fell asleep at some point, woke later, listless and having some morning coffee when the phone rang. An irrational part of me wondered if it might be Natalie, but she didn't know my number. Shit, she didn't know my last name. I was just "cuntmouth." Had I even told her my real name? But as I picked up the phone all that went away in a wash of icy fear as I heard Candace's voice.

"Well well, little jenny. Did Sage make it back home alright?" "Yes," in a tiny voice. "Did you two play together?" "No," in an even smaller voice. "Oh jenny, if I know my Sage she offered something to you...she likes girls. Any girl, any pretty girl. You qualify on looks, I guess, even if you come up short on brains. She has kind of a one-track mind when it comes to girls now." She laughed that liquid, gurgling laugh of confidence and puissance, and said, "So jenny, little squeamish are we? Got a conscience still? I started to mumble some protestation, but even that took a supreme effort of will to cut through the compliance Candace seemed to inspire in me. She cut me off. "I really called to see how things went with Natalie. It was fun thinking of you two, 'interacting,' if you will." It poured out of me then, in great gasping sobs, the good and then the awful, how Natalie had rejected me utterly. When it was done, when I had poured it out, for the first time since I had met her, Candace seemed at a loss. "Do you - do you think he left her for good?" "I don't know Candace. He was furious, I thought he might kill us but then he looked at us like bugs, like we were nothing but...." My voice trailed off. "What? Nothing? Nothing but two freaky, shit-stained dykes? Damn that was stupid. I didn't tell you to upset her whole apple cart, or start a divorce. Well, it is not my problem what you little dykes like to do." There was a stretch of silence then on the phone as I stood in the kitchen holding the wall phone, sniffing and hiccuping in misery. "Oh fuck. God you are a fuck up jenny. You could fuck up anything, couldn't you? Well, you know what you do when life gives you lemons?", she asked. "Make lemonade?" "Well damn! You actually got that one right. Ok, so you turned her apple cart into a lemon cart. Time to make a big batch of lemonade. Here is what you do..."

It took me a day of calling to get to Natalie, and she hung up the first two times. Finally, the third time, she said tersely, "What? What more do you want to do to me? Babe, my husband, is gone now. Anything else you want to throw in to round it out?" "I want, I want to be Alison for you." Then a silence so long I thought she had put the phone down and left. I called her name out four or five times before I heard her voice again. "Candace told you to say that." Not a question. Candace had told me. Candace had told me a lot of things. Candace had told me on the phone what I needed to do, what I needed to be, to win Natalie. I gathered my courage, because I needed to be loved by Natalie or curl up and die.

"Please aunt Natalie? Alison needs her aunt to love her and fill up her dirty-hole. I have been touching myself back there, thinking of what my auntie Natalie is going to do to me." Again a long silence, then a swallow and a dry creak from Natalie. "Uh-uh...I know. I know what I have to do to my little niece, how she needs to show me she loves me. Babe moved out yesterday...I'm all alone and I am ready to play with you. It will be good, just like Candace told us. Come over now!" I heard the mounting excitement in her voice and my heart soared. I wanted to pump my fist in the air, wanted to dance...I felt pretty and witty and gay...Natalie would play with me if I played Alison.

I had work to do first. I needed to be ready for her. I ran to the guest bathroom, giddy and excited, and then ran back giggling.

"Sage! Sage, I need you!" Had she even moved from yesterday? She must eat, must have bodily function...she was still waiting there at the master bedroom. She shuffled forward to me eagerly, that broad grin back, and as when she crossed the threshold I gently took her by the back of her head and drew her face to my crotch. She gently kissed and rubbed against my jeans; I pushed my pelvis out lewdly, then pulled her hair back to make her look at me. "Sage, I need to use you for a few minutes, need to use your face and that nasty girl licker you have. Ok?" "That's what I'm for! I'm for using! Girls use me." "I'll take that as a yes honey...come on."

Sage did a wonderful job bathing me, gently rubbing her soaped hands on my shoulders and skin, gently soaping my breasts, just telling me with her roaming eyes and hands how happy she was to be of use. She rinsed me and dried my like a skilled bath servant, and then spent a while in mild torture as I gently played with my lips and hair while she knelt in supplication staring at my crotch. She was gentle as she clipped my hair, until I was almost bare. We both smiled at each other as she used warm water to soften the stubble, and then gently rub shaving cream on my mound. She was almost drooling, being that close to the object of her obsession, but she stayed on task with only a gentle word from me. A warm, wet cloth rubbed the last flecks of foam away when I was bare, and then we both luxuriated in my smoothness. I felt myself up, and then let Sage touch me. I let her spread my legs, spread my lips and inspect me, smell me deeply, and then gently begin to lick me, lick my sensitive inner thighs, gently lick my swollen lips, then work her way to my clit. She was loving, and obviously relished the experience, smearing my slick wetness over her face, but knowing when to back off and try something light, moving me to orgasm. But as Sage labored to please me, all I could think about was trading places with her, putting my lips on Natalie after she had used me the way she used Alison. My orgasm came suddenly; I moaned out loud a little bit, seeing Natalie over me as the pulses of warm pleasure contracted in my pelvis. I looked down at Sage who was licking her lips clean. We smiled again at each other, but her smile was brimming with pathetic gratitude. She said with real emotion, "You used Sage like she is supposed to be used. Sage is for using. Please use Sage again so she can be good and used?" "Maybe later honey. You made me feel so good though, and I promise I will use you again...that is what you are for, right Sage?"

I thought she would snap her head off nodding.

White socks, shorts, a cotton tee to cover my cotton bra and panties. Sneakers and then a scunchie to do a quick ponytail. I never wore it that way...but Alison had. Sporty, almost tomboy Alison had, and Candace told me how I needed to be Alison for my mommy, my auntie.

Less than 48 hours before I had stood in the kitchen, my right hand jammed down the front of my pants, fingering myself while Candace told me about Alison and Natalie, about how I really felt about Natalie.

"Why do you think," she had told me, "why do think Natalie came to me that day in her little stupid uniform, with that dildo on her back, her asshole greased up? Did you think it was my idea? It was all hers...little dykes like you have shit in their hearts and you spill it out at my feet and pretend like it didn't come from you. It was the nastiest thing she could think of, the most abject way she could throw herself at my feet. Natalie Bellinni thinks that anal sex is the dirtiest, filthiest thing a woman can do...and since she is dirty and filthy she craves it. Craves a fake dick jammed in her ass from me, even though it hurts...the more it hurts, the bigger it is, the more she is jammed open the hotter she gets. But I can't waste my time fucking sluts like that...I mean sure, good for a laugh now and again, but I have standards. But it was always fun to play with Natalie and a friend...she loved to pick out a girl in her class...try and please me by playing nasty games with another girl for my amusement. She didn't care what it did to them, what nasty habits they picked up, as long as she amused me enough to let her lick my asshole. Jenny," Candace told me with great intensity, "you were not by any means the first bookend for Natalie I ever had. But I really liked Alison. I don't think her mom knew a 17-year-old could get in that much trouble at her aunt's house in one summer. Do you know what the next nastiest thing you can do after getting ass fucked by another woman with a strap-on is jenny?" I knew, I knew from the hints she had dropped. "Fucking one yourself in the ass." "Umm-hmmm. And what could be more fun than teaching your young niece to take it that way? Better yet helping warp your niece until she is a freak for lesbian anal, until the only way she can get off is with another girl pumping her rear, until she is obsessed with it. Then shit like school and your parents are meaningless. Kneeling in front of your aunt and lovingly, with true devotion, slicking up her big rubber dong, shuddering because you know that THING is going to push into your asshole and split you like a tree trunk and make you feel powerless, hurt you and it won't even though it hurts, because your dominates you completely and your sexuality is all twisted up in having the object of your affection hurt and completely fill your ass, that's what's important. For a girl twisted like that, literally perverted, the only way she can feel love is to be violated by her mother figure, the woman who gives love and security. The only way she can feel sexual excitement and pleasure is in brutal strap-on domination. The only way you can say 'I love you' back is to spread your cheeks, push back and take what your mistress gives you. Offer pain and submission on the altar of love. If Natalie can't have me jacking her in the ass, then she can best show her devotion to me by mistreating and violating a girl she loved, betraying someone who cares for her to please me.

Jenny, get your fingers down there in your cunt, stroke yourself. It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Uh-huh." "That's what it feels like to have Natalie put on her big strap-on. Picture it in your mind jenny, a black, wide belt and harness, holding an 8-inch flesh colored rubber dong. It has a ballsack hanging from the base, and a bulbous head just made for stretching a girl's anus."

She told me:

jenny, the best way to show Natalie you love her is to take a dildo in your ass.

Natalie's strap-on makes you feel powerless and submissive, and you crave that feeling.

jenny gets soaking wet and excited at the sick idea of giving her ass up to another girl.

Natalie will never love you until you are her perfect anal submissive, craving, truly craving, her fake dick buried in your rectum.

The emptiness in your heart is the emptiness in your bowels; you can only feel filled with love, fulfilled, when Natalie plugs your ass with her dildo.

You get off on sick lesbian sex, and nothing could be sicker than getting off on cruel strap-on domination from an older woman.

You only feel sexy and lovable when you are weak, powerless, stripped of choice.

Being forced, being dominated, frees you to feel sexy and excited.

You have felt this way for a long time; anal lesbian submission is the natural outgrowth of your loving submission.

Little girls show their mommy they love them by being submissive, compliant, taking anything, the sicker the better. The nastier and dirtier and the more degrading it is, the more it hurts, the more it shows you love.

I had my eyes squeezed shut, taking it all in, and it WAS true, I could see how it was true, and my fingers were so slick, so slippery playing with my cunt. I felt high, I felt like I was falling in an elevator, that pit of the stomach fluttering that meant my lust was at a fever pitch filled me. I hung on every word she spilled into me, and grew frantic with lust. Again and again she repeated what I needed to know to love and be loved by sweet Natalie, and I felt this emptiness in me growing. I needed to be filled, filled in the worst way. No matter how hard I rubbed at the slick wetness of my pussy, rubbed my clit and lips, I needed something more to be filled, fulfilled, right. Three fingers in my cunt all the way, stroking my walls, pressing hard up an in to my pelvis, and I was whining with frustration.

"jenny, up your ass. Put those fingers up your ass and come for mommy Natalie." That was what I needed. I frantically moved my hand around, moving my pants lower, bending forward at the waist some as I shoved my slick fingers into my butthole. It hurt, I felt like I was choking from the intrusion, pushing into me, pushing in while making me feel like I had to push out with a bowel movement. But I was filling my ass for Natalie, and a shuddering climax seized my womb and belly, contractions of pleasure and the right kind of pain, the right kind of compliance.

The last thing Candace did was have me suck my dirty, ass fingers clean. She told me I would be doing rather a lot of that soon.

So that was why I found myself speeding back to Natalie's home, thrilled, confident, excited, because I knew what I needed know. I knew how to be the kind of girl I needed to be to win Natalie's love.

When I stood at her door, I glanced down at the flowers I had puked on a few days before; suddenly I felt nervous and a sympathetic desire to puke again. I looked back to the door, steeled myself and reached for the doorbell, and about shit myself when Natalie opened the door suddenly. She took in my new look, my "tom-boy colt" look, she drug me inside.

She stopped me in the foyer, held my arms up from my side, twirled my around, stared me full in the eye. She moved closer to me, closer, until we were breast to breast, eye to eye, and I could smell the sweetness of her breath, see her olive tan skin and dark eyes up close. She had gorgeous lashes; the few lines in her face made her prettier to me.

"Playing with Alison, playing with my niece," she said, and paused for a moment, giving me a slow, open mouth kiss. "Playing with Alison was the most exciting thing I ever did. Because I was doing it for Candace, performing for her, even if she wasn't here. I can remember the way Alison looked at me, the sheer longing." She put her hands on my face and drew me in for another slow, sweet, gentle but passionate kiss. We were smoldering, ready to burst into flame. "I want to train you to look at me the same way. I am going to make you suffer, and you will love it, won't you?" "Please Natalie, please train me to be like Alison. I need to be taught...my ass needs to be taught, to want you more, love you more, love what you will do to me. I need you to make me be your loving little girl."

We made our way into her livingroom, hers now completely since her husband Babe had left. She told me somewhat absently that he had already retained a lawyer; her concern was that we would not be interrupted now. There were two chests, a footlocker and a trunk, on the livingroom floor. She opened the padlock on the footlocker; it was filled with video. "This is every movie Alison has done since she left me, since Candace sent her away. Candace made us love each other so much it hurt, and then sent Alison away to her new career so we would both suffer. Alison isn't allowed to speak to me or contact me; she is only allowed to pull out my picture and use her big dildo on herself when she has done a movie."

Natalie looked directly at me and then down at the huge collection of videos and some DVDs in the footlocker. "She's done a lot. She specializes in lesbian anal, and every time she gets butt-reamed she falls more in love with me, needs me more. I miss her so much. We are going to watch one of her movies, my favorite one. They are mostly shit; she is the only thing good in them. But this one," she held up a garish yellow pornography VHS tape, "this one is magnificent. It is called 'Mistress Mommy' and it is so good that it makes up for all the other drivel I have to wade through to see my Alison."

That first time we watched it, SHE watched it, while I mostly serviced her soaking pussy and musky asshole. I licked and sucked, twisted my tongue down her butthole, did everything I could to please her while she stared at the screen in complete fascination. Though I saw very little of 'Mistress Mommy' that night, I have since watched many, many times. One of our favorite ways to watch it is for me to sit in her lap, impaled on her cock. No matter how many times I do it, lowering myself onto that behemoth is excruciating, a matter of inches and grunts, doing it to myself, forcing myself onto her lap while Natalie smiles. It is so much easier to be taken; to feel utterly helpless and powerless as I am ass-raped. But this is willing compliance, and it is a measure of my devotion. But when I am finally rooted on her, that huge thing in my ass like a tree stump, an incredible feeling of submission wipes away the pain; the fullness makes me complete. Then I fold back into her arms, my head leaning back on her right shoulder while she toys with me, pulls, yanks and pinches, sometimes thrust up and bounces me. The action on the screen is riveting, a psychodrama we play out and watch simultaneously.

The movie starts with Anna (Alison) at her cousin Tammi's house. It is implied they have had a torrid affair over the summer while Anna visited for the summer; this is their last night together. They are lying in bed, wearing panties, gently with toying with each other, saying how much they will miss each other, how they love each other, and will be sure they see each other again. They discuss Anna's new enthusiasm for women, and her thanks for being taught to love to lick pussy and be a lesbian. "I love women, I love their bodies. I love learning about your body Tammi." They transition to a 69, each one lovingly sucking the other one, lapping, licking and some fingering. It is a different scene than most porno scenes; hard-core, but with a much more relaxed pace. They bring each other to orgasm, then share an interlude cleaning each other's face, kissing and grinding body to body.

The next scene is at a waiting area at the bus terminal. Anna, with her newfound lust for women, eyes and has super quick fantasy interludes as she eyeballs different pretty women passing by. The last woman she flashes to, a statuesque and imperious blonde woman with her hair done up in a top-not ponytail, turns out to be her mother and she jerks out of her 2 second fantasy with a start of guilt. Her mom, Danielle, welcomes her home, gives her a big hug and eyes her fully, "You've had a great summer. You look fantastic, really like a woman. My little flower has blossomed." Anna blushes and they return home. Next comes one of my favorite parts of the movie, very intense.

Anna is home, bored, poking around, and finds in her mom's closet a glossy pornography magazine, "Tales of Female Submission." The booklet has four stories, told in pictures with captions, and each one, after a few frames, becomes a live action fantasy in Anna's head, with her playing the girl submitting.

The first of the vignettes is "School Room Obedience." A cute young girl in traditional schoolgirl uniform (but super sexy) is being scolded by her lovely teacher, a tall woman with her hair done up in a bun, wearing glasses with thin rims. She is only referred to as "Ma'am." Christina (Anna, imagining herself in the layout) is scolded for her constant poor conduct, "It's as if you want me to punish you!" At that Christina gives a wide-eyed glance, startled, open-mouthed. It soon becomes apparent that she does want to be punished, that she has been misbehaving on purpose to get punished. "Is that what you want, Christina? You want to be punished? It gets you excited? You are a sick, bad girl." "I am Ma'am," she says, and soon is over her teacher's lap, fingered, played with, forced to suck her teacher's cunny while being severely scolded for a nasty, cunt licking little slut. I love the part where she slides her teacher's pantyhose down and gazes lovingly at her teacher's bush. After she comes, the teacher takes Christina's face in her hand, pinching at the cheeks cruelly to scrunch up her mouth. "Look at you, you little cunt licker! You are disgusting!" and spits in Christina's tear and cum stained face. "From now on I am taking charge of you, and that slit between your legs. You will do as I tell you, and only as I tell you. You won't touch yourself unless I tell you to! I bet you love to play with yourself, and that ends now. I want you to dream about my pussy, but you had better not touch yourself or I will tan your hide!" The dialogue continues as "Ma'am" discusses exactly how she will take over Christina's life, how Christina will show up at her home every evening for cunt licking and abuse, but "Don't expect to get off, you greedy slut. I will decide when you come, IF you come." The scene is pretty intense because of Christina's (Anna's) completely acceptance, her stock still rigid posture as she is completely ruled by her imperious teacher.

The next vignette is "My Sister the Bitch." Again, Anna imagines herself in the starring role, after the second still picture frame in the booklet she is in the live action fantasy, reading a book in her room when she hears, "Suzan! You little fuck, get in here!" She jumps in fright, and then scrambles out of her room into her sister Kelly's room, a very busty redhead with a sprinkling of freckles. She is furious. "You did it again! You stole my weed you little fuck!" "No, no Kelly I didn't, I swear-" "Shut up! I am sick of this! You want to fuck with me, you know what happens, right? "No Kelly! Please, please do-" "What happens when you fuck with me? Say it!" Anna/Suzan stares, tears already starting, and says finally, sotto voice, "I get fucked... "That's right. Knees!" Instantly Anna/Suzan drops to her knees and puts her hands in back of her neck, medium chest out-thrust. She is crying. Kelly walks behind her, and then pulls out of her drawer a long jet-black dildo, gleaming, smooth and threatening. She walks back in front of her sister, holds the fake dick to her groin like it was a real cock and approaches her sisters face. Her sister opens her mouth wide. "You know what to do, don't you. Fuck with me, and you get fucked. Hurt me, and I will hurt you back. Since this is the only lubrication your are getting, I suggest you get my dick nice and juicy wet." Soon Suzan is sucking away, slobbering over the black dildo, which makes an incredible contrast against her red lips and white skin. Her eyes are closed; she is getting into it. "Strip!" and then "Chair!" and soon Suzan is bent over the chair, ass thrust up, only her socks still on. "You know I can be a real bitch when you fuck with me Suzan, so why do you keep doing it?" As she says this, Kelly firmly pushes the black dildo in her sister's ass. There is a close up of Suzan's face hanging down, mouth gaping in pain as she is filled; I often come during this part; the scene exactly captures what I feel when mommy Natalie forces me, pushes into me without waiting for me to relax and open up. She is so clearly being violated, being, well, raped, but then responding to it that I get so turned on by the scene. By the end of it she is grunting, shoving back, helping her rapist, crying but turned on. Finally Kelly stops, pushing the hair back from her face, breathing heavy from the effort of shoving that big dildo into her sister's ass again and again. She is flushed, excited herself, and pulls her pants and panties off. Soon a crying and broken Anna/Suzan is humbly pleasing her sister, licking her pussy, pausing to pull her sister's lips open and then lick deeply into her pink center. The whole while her sister berates her, shits on verbally. "What a piece of shit you are...ohhhhh...that's it, lick me you slut. I can just hurt you and fuck you and you just lap it up you stupid, stupid cunt. Keep licking, licking, right there...ungggg" and soon she is coming, rocking. The last scene is Kelly kicking her sister away in disgust, and Suzan crawling away in shame, clutching her clothes. She looks back though, and it is clear as awful as it was, she wants more of it.

The third vignette is not to my liking. It is called "Sisterly Submission," and takes place in a convent with nuns. Uggh.

The last one is good, with a mother/daughter theme. Claire (the mother) is raven-tressed, with kind of clipped features. She reminds me a tiny bit of the woman on the Avengers, Emma Peele, or maybe Liz Hurley. She comes home, in obvious business attire. She seems worn out. Soon she is undressed, showering; we see her lovely body being lathered and caressed. Her toilet follows (black mascara, red lipstick, a pale pale blue eye shadow), and then she begins to dress: black lace bra (it thrills me, at once severe and feminine), stockings and garterbelt, no panties. Black pumps with medium heels, and then she very matter of factly steps into a harness with the most obscene dildo I can imagine. It is black, but not smooth, it is a "realistic" one with veins, a head, balls, and just enormous. Much bigger than the one I am subject too; it scares me. But then it thrills me; Alison "graduated" to that one and I might to soon. When I think about it my tummy feels funny and my throat feels funny; I wonder what it would be like to have something so big in me, so big it had to stretch me more than my body was meant to. It makes me feel weak and little, makes my cunt wet, makes my ass feel empty. I am terrified I will be broken to one like that, and yet I crave it secretly. Claire puts on a sheer black robe, gets a martini and cigarette and sits down, smoking and drinking like she is the most glamorous woman in the world (like a sick, perverted Audrey Hepburn). Time passes and then the front door opens and a young girl rushes in, drops a backpack. It is of course Anna (the daughter character's name is not given). She runs up to her mother, and kneels in submission, tits thrust out. "Good evening Mistress Claire. I await your pleasure." Claire looks at her daughter, then pulls open her robe, exposing her huge rubber phallus. She gestures her daughter forward, and Anna with a look of complete devotion begins to fellate her mistress. She makes love to that fake cock; that is the only way I can describe it. She takes the top part in her mouth, begins to slobber, has her cheek distended somewhat as she starts to pump it in and out of her mouth. At one point she starts to swallow that monster; you can actually see her throat distend at one point as she actually deep throats the dildo. Natalie whispered in my ear when we were watching it that Alison did the same thing for her, got a powerful sense of complete submission, felt totally dominated having to choke herself on it, sometimes until her head swum from lack of oxygen. The scene is electric, with Anna sucking and pumping her face up and down on that black dildo like she is truly sucking cock. Her mommy begins to grind her hips and dick up into her daughter's mouth, at one point roughly holding her head in place while she face-fucks Anna. The picture that is burned in my mind is Anna, her head lolling to one side and resting on Claire's thigh, hair thrown back to so you can see, her mouth FILLED with strap-on, eyes closed in concentration, just loving the dildo in her mouth, loving her mommy mistress. And then the camera pans up, and it isn't Claire...it is Danielle, Anna's mom! Anan hasn't just put herself in the fantasy, she is now fantasizing about her mom, and the scene continues with her getting fucked in the pussy and the ass by that monster. The sex part in all that is good, especially when I am watching it on all fours, Natalie plugging me hard in the ass, pinching my nipples SO hard while she whispers nasties in my ear. But the dialogue prepatory to her ass fuck is red hot.

Anan is slowly and lovingly smearing lubricant on the dildo, hefting its weight in her hand as if she can't believe this thing will be going inside her. "You are grateful to your mother, aren't you dear? Grateful that you have been trained, been molded into a girl servant?" With eyes shinning, but still focused on the pole she is greasing up with both hands. "Oh yes Mistress Claire, thank you so. I cannot thank you enough for teaching me, raising me to be your fuckslut. It is what I was made for. I must love everything that you do to me, take bigger and bigger objects in my ass to show proper respect and love for you. I must please you gorgeous pussy with my worthless lips! Oh dear Mistress Claire, I am in love with you, with you firmness, your control over me, the discipline you give me! I love every part of your body. You pussy is so gorgeous; I dream of it and want to worship it, love the taste and smell and feel of it. I wish to begin every morning with my face between your legs, lapping you to wakefulness and showing my complete love and devotion to you!

I love you asshole, the brown muskiness of it. Every time you allow your sick little dyke daughter a chance to lick your asshole, stick my tongue up it I fall deeper in love with you, respect you more, become more subject to your will! Licking your asshole, sucking on it is more honor than I deserve, and I am not worthy of your shit.

And you cock, oh your cock rules me. I dream of it every night! I must learn to take it better, not wriggle or cry out when you push into me. If it gives you the smallest pleasure to part your daughter's butthole and ass-fuck her, treat her like the dirtiest ass-whore than I must love it and be grateful. I am so grateful that you have made my bowels a place for you to hurt and sex and fuck."

She starts pumping the greased up false dick with two fists, looks at her mother and says, "Would it please my mistress to use my asshole?" Anna is made to bend over, clasping her own ankles, skirt and panties pulled down. Claire (only it is Danielle) gets next to and behind her; the viewer can see how far the dildo sticks out; it will go almost to her belly. Claire tells her filthy things as she works that hog inter her daughter, her little sick "mother-fucker," and Anna gasps hoarsely as more and more goes in; a close up shows her anus horribly distended. And then Danielle/Claire is in, all the way in, folded over her daughter, clutched to her, pumping and pumping and then spitting out cruelly, "All you are is my slut-slave, all you will ever be! You will never know a man's kiss, spend your life trying to win your mommy's love with your mouth and ass but all you are is a thing to be used, a toy. If you want to come, you can do it when I hurt you," and you can see she is cruelly pinching one of Anna's nipples, the other yanking on her clit. Anna comes, grunting, under the abuse...I do as well almost every time.

There is more to the film, when Anna discovers her mother dominating another pretty blonde girl who begs for and receives a savage vaginal fisting, panting and professing her gratitude to her mistress. Anna finally confesses her sick desire to serve as well, and she agrees that she will now stop being a daughter alone, treated with respect. She will be a daughter slut-slave to her Mommy Mistress if she asks for it; it is her choice but there is no return from the choice. The last scene is very hot as well, Anna and Carol (the blonde lady fisted before) are "sisters," getting ready for bed. The run upstairs giggling, wash each other lovingly in the shower and then have a hot hot hot shaving and licking session kneeling for each other in the bathroom, but neither one comes "Or Mistress Mommy will be mad at us." They dress in matching baby-doll nighties and clamber into bed. They grease each other up, greasing each other's assholes with lots of lube, lots of "ohhhhs" and "ahhs" as each one has finger after greasy finger shoved up her butt by her "sister." When they are all greased up, they get down on elbows and knees, butts up in the air, side by side. Each reaches between their legs and slowly fondles their wets, hairless sex while they face to face share a lingering french kiss.

It is so hot, and by the time Danielle has strode into the room, wearing her big strap on (it is the same one from the last vignette), I am usually ready to cum again. She fucks each one royally while they share their sick little french kisses.

So ends "Mistress Mommy," one of Alison's movies, and by far the best. We have watched all of them, and I strive to be the perfect little incest slut for my mommy Natalie, please her while we both nasty games again and again.

I will never tire of pleasing her; I have found my mother, my lover, my mistress. She in turn is happy, and fiercely protective of me. Somewhere in the hurt and pain, in finding her Alison again in me, we have truly found something that fulfills us, and satisfies the sick lusts we both burn with. Enough to be complete with each other, to weather Natalie's divorce, to run and run and never raise our heads again.

I could never resist Candace, nor could Natalie. If she showed up tomorrow and snapped her fingers we would both be on our knees, begging for her to hurt us, twist us, do anything to us. And who knows what she might have done one day in boredom or mischief? Natalie had already lost Alison; could not bear to loose me. That lust she had for me, love she had for me, which found its genesis in Candace, in turn gave her the strength to flee from California and Candace. The city we are in doesn't care about a pretty blonde girl and her "roommate;" what is two more dykes living downtown in the scheme of things? So we are quiet, and hide, and each night, each weekend, play languorous games of anal submission that never grow stale, never grow tired. Every time I grease my rectum for her, lovingly hold that rubber dong in my hands and slick it up, obediently take her deep into my bowels until my mouth is wide open in a soundless scream of invasion, violation and pain, it is new to me. Each time is the same, each time is exquisitely frightening, exciting and new, between two sick girls who have crushes on each other.

Candace told us so.