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My Daughter's Slut - 5
by Anon Williams (address withheld)

***

46-year-old sex-slave mother, Carol finds out the truth 
behind her enslavement at the hands of her teenage 
daughter, Allison, and her friends. Carols past comes 
back to haunt her and to determine her future. (Fdom/F, 
MF, oral, inc, exh, nc, bd, tor, huml)

***

I was so sore that morning that I can't even describe 
it. I could barely crawl, much less walk. As I 
struggled to the door of the garage, I glanced down at 
he half-melted tube of frozen hamburger. I wrapped 
myself with my arms. The thought of what I did to 
myself last night made me shiver.

In the house no one was awake, so I sat down on the 
kitchen floor. I saw my reflection in the stainless 
steel of the refrigerator door. I was a lesbian slut 
sitting naked on the floor waiting for my mistress 
daughter and her friends to wake up and abuse me some 
more. I had a dog collar around my neck and black 
leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I was nothing 
more than a disgusting lesbian tongue-whore.

Looking at my sad reflection, I had no idea that this 
was the day that would set my destiny in stone. The 
events of the day would make it impossible for me to 
ever turn back. From that day forward I would forever 
be my daughter's bitch. I didn't know it at that 
morning, but I was crying anyway, not from what I saw, 
but from the fact that I knew by then that I had no 
desire to change it.

After a long while, I heard Allison's voice and I 
crawled hurriedly to the bedroom on painful knees. 
Allison was on her back with her legs spread. Stephanie 
and her mother were wrapped around her, each kissing 
and sucking on one of Allison's breasts. Allison simply 
pointed between her legs and I buried my face there.

Allison was moaning in orgasm within minutes. Then they 
switched places, putting me between Stephanie's legs, 
and later, her mother's. I ate pussy for over an hour, 
before I was pushed off the bed like unwanted trash.

Jennifer Scott dangled her foot off the side of the 
bed, in front of my face. I sucked her toes into my 
mouth.

"She is the most pathetic slut I have ever seen," 
Jennifer said, laughing at me. "Look at her. She can't 
help herself. All she wants to do is lick and suck 
something."

"Is that right, slut?" asked my daughter.

I nodded my head in agreement, still sucking on 
Jennifer's toes.

"Is that right, slut?" Allison asked again.

"Yes," I mumbled with my mouth full of toes.

"I'll bet her favorite thing in the world is to lick 
and suck assholes, especially ours," said Stephanie, 
giggling as she said it.

"Is that right, slut?" asked Allison. "That is right 
isn't it, Mother? Your favorite thing in the world is 
to lick and suck on our nasty assholes, isn't it."

I closed my eyes as I answered, "Yes."

"You love being a butt-hole tongue-whore, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You love licking a nasty, smelly, brown, puckered, 
butt-holes, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You love sticking your tongue as far up that nasty 
hole as it will go don't you... don't you?"

"Yes."

"You are nothing more than a butt-hole tongue-whore, 
are you?"

I knew that is was true, but I just wanted her to stop. 
"Yes, Allison. I'm nothing but a butt-hole tongue-whore 
that loves to stick my tongue up my daughter and anyone 
else's nasty asshole. Is that what you want to hear?"

"I thought so, Mother. That's why this has been so 
easy. You are a willing ass-wipe!"

Jennifer pushed we away with her foot and sat on the 
bed looking down at me with Allison and Stephanie. They 
laughed at how pathetic I was. I deserved it all.

Looked at the clock on the nightstand, Allison asked, 
"We are supposed to be at breakfast in an hour. What 
should we do with the pathetic, butt-hole tongue-whore 
while we are gone?"

Jennifer laughed. "You go on and get in the shower 
Allison. Stephanie and I will play with the slut for 
awhile."

Allison rolled off the bed and grabbed my hair, pulling 
my head back so that I was looking up at her. " You 
will never again be anything but a butt-hole tongue-
whore. You will lick asshole everyday for the rest of 
your life. You know that, don't you, Mother?"

"Yes, Allison."

She released my hair and slapped my head, saying, "You 
pathetic ass-licking whore!" with disgust as she 
disappeared into the bathroom.

I lookup to see Jennifer looking down at me, smiling.

"Get up here, you nasty slut."

Jennifer reached down and pulled me, by the hair, up 
onto the bed between her and her daughter. Stephanie 
crawled on top of me and straddled my body with her 
legs. I could feel her warm, wet pussy against my 
stomach.

"You are such a filthy, nasty slut aren't you, Mrs. 
Bentley. I always told Mom you were, didn't I Mom."

"Yes you did," Jennifer replied.

Leaning over me she began to kiss my breasts and then 
bit my nipple until I moaned in pain. She then kissed 
my neck and face and sucked and licked my ears just 
like she had done before.

Jennifer leaned over and brought her lips to my left 
ear. "Carol, my daughter obviously likes nasty sluts 
like you. So do I. I like to make them do all sorts of 
nasty things. Will you do nasty things for me, Carol?"

I tried to answer, but Stephanie was kissing me. "Will 
you do nasty things for both of us, Mrs. Bentley," she 
asked. "Will you keep the Scott family's butt-holes 
nice and clean."

"I'll do whatever you want," I moaned.

Stephanie sat up. "See how little it takes to get this 
slut horny, Mother. It took me about a minute to get 
her turned-on and saying she'll do whatever we want."

Jennifer grabbed my hair. "You are pathetic, Carol - 
absolutely pathetic!"

The two of them dragged me into the playroom and again 
tied me spread-eagled to the bed. My breasts were bound 
tightly again until they were swollen into round, red 
orbs, just like the night before. 

Less than an hour later, when they were all ready to 
leave for breakfast, clamps pinched my nipples, a 
vibrator was in my pussy and very large butt plug had 
been placed up my ass. My anus ached in discomfort and 
the vibrator humming inside my pussy was causing me to 
squirm, agitating it even more.

"We'll be back later, butt-hole tongue-whore," said 
Allison. "You'll get an orgasm or two before we get 
back with that vibrator humming away inside you. You 
probably need to cum after all that talk about licking 
assholes. You are all horny, I'm sure."

Stephanie and Jennifer stood at the door, smiling. "Did 
you really mean it when you said you'll do whatever we 
want, Carol," asked Jennifer.

I strained to hold my head up enough to see her and saw 
Allison smiling at me. She had something in her hand. 
She held it up. It was hot pepper sauce from the 
kitchen. She smiled wickedly as Stephanie and Jennifer 
began to laugh.

"My daughter always thought you were hot, Carol," 
Jennifer joked. "Now I want you to ask your daughter to 
take that vibrator out and pour that pepper sauce on 
it, then stick it back inside you. That should really 
make you hot."

"No, that will burn me. It will... please don't do 
that."

"You said you'll do whatever we want, Carol," 
interrupted Jennifer, "and Stephanie wants you to be 
hot."

Allison smiled down at me sadistically.

"Will you do whatever we want, Carol?" asked Jennifer 
again. "You said you would, didn't you."

"Yes," I answered softly, already beginning to cry with 
hopeless despair. I knew that hours of pain awaited me.

"Then ask Allison to take that vibrator out and pour 
the pepper sauce on it. You do want to be hot for my 
daughter, don't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Then ask! Ask Allison to make you hot!" Jennifer 
demanded.

"Allison," I could barely make myself say the words, 
"please make me hot."

"How?" asked Allison, smiling.

"Pour the pepper sauce on it... stick it in me," I 
whined as tears flowed from my eyes.

I shook my head in dread as Allison let the sauce 
slowly drip onto the vibrator. 

"Take this you fucking whore!" she said and then stuck 
the vibrator into my pussy. She pumped it fiercely in 
and out several times to spread the sauce inside me. I 
felt the sauce as it made contact with the tender inner 
flesh of my pussy. 

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! Allison... please take it out! 
Aaaahhhhh... please.... I... Allison," I screamed as 
Allison crammed a wad of soiled panties and dirty socks 
into my mouth.

I watched as they left, closing the door behind them 
and leaving me screaming in burning agony. The next 
three hours were pure hell. The burning made me unable 
to control my body. My hips writhed and squirmed almost 
of their own accord, grinding the butt plug into my 
sore ass. To make matters worse, some of my own vaginal 
fluids, laced with the pepper sauce, had begun to 
trickle from my pussy and had reached my raw asshole. 
My whole bottom was on fire. The sauce burned my pussy 
and ass to the point that all I could do was lie there, 
writhing in pain and screaming into the underwear that 
filled my mouth.

Three hours later Allison came home alone and released 
me. She ordered me into the back yard, where she 
sprayed me down with cold water from the water hose. 
The cold water felt so good when she stuck the hose to 
my ass and then into my pussy, but even then my poor 
bottom continued to burn from the agitation.

When she finished hosing me down, Allison took me into 
the family room and tied me o a chair. My arms were 
behind the back and my ankles were tied to the rear 
legs. My wet hair hung limp onto my shoulders and in 
front of my eyes. My pussy still burned.

"Look at you, Mother. You disgust me. How can you let 
us do this to you? You let us abuse you. You let us 
hurt you."

"I don't know," I answered.

"I do, Mother - you like it! That's why. You are a 
fucking slut and you like it. You like the abuse. You 
like licking assholes."

She left me in the room alone for several minutes. When 
she returned, she was wearing only panties and a bra. 
Even after what had happened that morning, seeing her 
white panties bunched up in the crack of her pretty 
little ass made me wish that she were sitting on my 
face. I did deserve what was happening to me. I really 
did.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang and Allison 
looked at me with a big smile, saying, "I have a big 
surprise for you, Mother."

Out in the entryway I heard Jennifer and Stephanie 
Scott's familiar voices and then another. It sounder 
familiar too. Oh no, I thought, now there is going to 
be someone else, someone else that I probably know.

Alison came back into the room and stood by the right 
side of the door. Stephanie came in and stood by her, 
and then Jennifer. She stood on the left. They all were 
smiling at me.

Then, my mouth fell open. In walked - me! It was like 
looking into a mirror. She looked just like me. Her 
hair was cut just like mine and she was wearing one of 
my favorite dresses.

"Mother," Allison said stepping over and grabbing the 
woman's hand, "meet my new mom!"

"Hello Carol," the woman said, smiling. "It's been a 
very long time. I see that you haven't changed much, 
even in all these years."

I blinked my eyes and shook my head to clear the wet 
hair from in front of my eyes. I looked at her in 
disbelief. My eyes narrowed in anger. It was my twin 
sister.

"Cathy? Cathy... what? What in the hell are you going 
here! Where have you... Get the hell out of my house!"

She smiled. "I can tell that you are glad to see me."

Cathy looked at Allison and then at the Jennifer and 
Stephanie and then back at me. Releasing Allison's hand 
she strode over in front of me. Without warning she 
slapped my face hard and then pinched both my nipples 
until I screamed.

"You always were an apathetic slut, Carol. Not much has 
changed in all these years, has there?"

I glared at her and then at my daughter. "What do you 
mean your new mom?"

"It's very simple," she replied, "you are no longer 
Carol Bentley. She is!"

I looked up at Cathy.

"She can't do that."

"She already has, mother. She's been my mother for 
months at parties, school functions and all kinds of 
stuff I never told you about. She looks just like you." 
Allison pointed at the dress that Cathy was wearing. 
"See... where do you think all your old clothes went?"

"Why did you do this Allison?"

"Because you don't deserve to be my mother. You are a 
worthless slut."

I looked at my sister. "This is worse than before, 
Cathy. How could you do this to me?"

"It's simple," she said. "She is right. You are a 
worthless slut just like she said. I should know better 
than anyone should. I made you that way."

"You bitch!" I screamed.

She slapped me hard across the face and then Allison 
stepped up and slapped me too. Then Jennifer and 
Stephanie, who were just watching the show, came over 
and slapped me too. Then they all did it again. When 
they were finished, blood dripped from the corner of my 
mouth.

Cathy grabbed my hair and forced me to look at her. 
"You see, this is my house now and you should show more 
respect to your betters."

She released me and the four women set down on the sofa 
opposite me. Allison and Cathy held hands.

"Now be quiet, slut," Allison said harshly. "I'm going 
to tell you how things are going to be from now on."

I looked at my daughter in shock. I really was in 
shock! My twin sister was going to steal my identity! I 
hadn't seen my sister in years, now here she was with 
my daughter, looking just like me and apparently taking 
over.

"You see, Mother," Allison said looking me in the eyes. 
"Aunt Cathy is replacing you. She is going to be Carol 
Bentley. She is going to be my mother although that was 
not our original plan. Stephanie, Jennifer and I were 
really perfectly happy with the way things were, 
although Stephanie did have all these nasty fantasies 
about you."

Stephanie laughed a little.

"It wasn't very hard, really, keeping it all a secret 
from you," Allison continued. You let me sleep over and 
go places with them whenever I wanted.  You aren't very 
smart, you know, and you never were a very good parent. 
Then, about eight months ago we met Aunt Cathy. 

"One day, I saw someone in the Coffee Bean who looked 
just like you. Her hair was cut differently and I 
instantly realized it wasn't you. For some reason, I 
knew who it had to be. I walked up to her and, to my 
surprise, she knew who I was."

Cathy laughed. "I thought my cover was blown."

"She didn't want you or anyone who had known her to 
know who she was. I told her right off that I would 
keep her secret and not tell you if she would tell me 
the truth. We hit it off and became friends. We sat and 
talked for hours that first day and within a few weeks, 
we shared everything about each other. Aunt Cathy had 
told me all about what happened when you and her were 
teenagers and I had told her all about my relationship 
with Stephanie and her mother. I felt so comfortable 
just being around her that I told her everything. I 
wished that she was my mother instead of you and I told 
her so."

My throat tightened and tears formed in my eyes.

"You have known about what she did to me when we 
teenagers all along?" I asked.

"Yes," Allison replied. "I knew about it and used it 
against you. Aunt Cathy and I are lovers too. We have 
been since about two weeks after I met her."

"You are her lover?" I asked bitterly.

"Yes, Mother, but I am not her slave as you were."

I looked my sister. "How could you do this to my 
daughter. Wasn't I enough for you?"

"She's not doing anything she doesn't want to do. I 
didn't force her into anything. She is a strong-willed 
young woman, unlike you, who makes her own decisions."

"She is 16, damn it."

"And look at just who is telling me this. You are her 
Mother and you are nothing but her fucking slave."

She was right. Who was I? I felt like a fool... a 
perverted fool.

"You've been living here in town?" I asked somberly.

"You ask a lot of questions for someone who was told to 
shut up," laughed my sister. 

"Should I shut her up," asked Allison.

"No, it's OK Allison. I'll tell my slut of a sister 
what she wants to know." Looking at me, she continued, 
"My friend Roshumba and I used a little seed money we 
had saved and bought Velvet Underground two years ago."

"Roshumba?" I asked.

"Yes," answered my sister with an arrogant smile, 
"Roshumba. You know her well... at least her asshole 
anyway. We own it together. I met her in Kenya and we 
lived in Morocco for years. Things went a little sour 
for us there and I brought her back to the states with 
me."

"Who's Sylvia, then?"

"Me! I've been known as Sylvia for years. I completely 
changed my identity a long time ago. In fact I have 
done it several times over the years. Sylvia is only 
the most recent," she said laughing. "Cathy had gotten 
into trouble in Germany years ago and had to just 
disappear."

"What kind of trouble," I asked.

"Not that it is any of your business, but as you know, 
I've always been a little kinky and a little sadistic. 
Things just went too far with a young German girl."

I saw a glint in her eye that scared me a little.

"You've been living near us this whole time?"

"And keeping an eye on you and Allison ever since."

"You spied on us?" I asked.

"It was too temping not too. I wanted to see what 
became of my slut of a twin sister."

I looked at the floor. I knew what she was going to 
say.

"You ended up just like I thought," she laughed, "a 
victim."

"You did it to me," I blurted out.

"No," she said, "you let me do it to you. You did it to 
yourself. You did THIS to yourself!"

I said nothing, still looking at the floor. 

"She lives with Jennifer and Stephanie now," Allison 
said.

"You live with them?" I asked, looking back at my 
sister.

"That's right, Mother," Allison said, laughing at me, 
"you've been letting me sleep over and have sex with 
your own sister."

I looked at my sister. I hated her. I HATED her! I 
hated her as much as she despised me.

"By the time we met, Aunt Cathy and Roshumba were more 
friends than lovers. I introduced her to Jennifer and 
four months ago, she moved in."

"She told you all about me?" I asked Allison bitterly.

"Well... yeah! And after everyone knew about it, we 
thought it might be fun to do it to you all over again. 
Only this time, I wanted to do it. I wanted to make you 
my little slut. Aunt Cathy liked the idea too. She 
thought it would be fun to have your own daughter make 
you into a slut just like before."

"And you are such a pitiful slut, Carol," said Cathy 
with disgust, "your own daughter had you eating her 
pussy in just one night."

I felt so humiliated. They had planned all this and I 
had just made it easy for them.

"But," laughed Allison, "it was me that got the idea to 
have Aunt Cathy take over your whole identity. I would 
rather her be my mother than you anyway."

"This was all your idea?" I asked.

"It was a perfect plan really. No one had seen Aunt 
Cathy in years, so all she had to do was change her 
hair to look like you. If anyone we knew ever doubted 
her, then I would be there to back her up. But who was 
going to suspect something like that - who? It was just 
too outrageous. She has been to places with me and 
people we know were there and they had no clue - no 
clue!"

"It was so easy, Carol, to become you," Cathy said with 
a condescending smile. "No one has even suspected that 
anything is wrong, especially with Allison standing 
next to me."

"Everything just fell into place," continued Allison. 
"The original part of the plan turned out to be way too 
easy. I made you my slut in one fucking night. After 
that, you did whatever I wanted you to do. I couldn't 
believe it. In one fucking night you became your own 
daughter's sex slave. I think you must have wanted me 
to do it to you all along. Maybe you've been having 
fantasies about it or something?"

"I have not!"

"You must just be a really submissive pervert, then. 
Maybe you've always been one. You certainly were when 
you were younger. Maybe you were for Daddy too. Did 
Daddy fuck your ass like a filthy whore?"

"Allison, don't talk about you father that way. He's 
dead!"

"I know he's fucking dead, Mother."

"I'll bet he did fuck your ass. I'll bet you've been a 
slut all along. Now that is all you will ever be. Aunt 
Cathy is now Carol Bentley and you are nothing but a 
worthless, nameless slut."

"Aunt Cathy looks so much like you that no one has 
noticed any difference and now we have access to all 
your money, your car, your house - everything. It only 
took her about five minutes to learn to sign your name 
just like you. Now, everything you had is hers and she 
has me to back her up. Who's ever going to know."

The realization of what was happening to me hit me. I 
had felt like I was nothing for as long as I could 
remember, now I was. I was nothing. I was nothing but a 
stupid cunt and they knew it. I was a fucking slut and 
deserved everything that was happening to me - 
EVERYTHING! 

I lowered my head. I couldn't look at them. "What about 
me, then?" I asked.

"What about you, mother!" Allison shouted. "You no 
longer fucking exist!"

Allison leaned over and kissed Cathy on the lips, then 
she looked at me. "What should we do with this 
miserable slut."

"I think it is time," said Cathy, smiling, "to put her 
in her place for good."

Cathy, Jennifer and the girls stripped to their 
underwear while I watched. Then Allison and Stephanie 
untied me from the chair, leaving my arms tied behind 
my back.

"Remember when we were girls, Carol," asked Cathy 
nastily, "remember your first night as my lezzy-girl 
slut. What did I make you do first."

"Kiss your foot," I answered bitterly.

The words stirred up something inside me. I don't know 
what it was. Maybe it was the last bit of self-esteem I 
had in me trying to come out, I don't know? Maybe it 
was hate for my sister. Maybe it was the memory of that 
night. Whatever it was, I started to struggle.

Without hesitation, Allison punched me in the stomach 
and her and Stephanie wrestled me to the floor and held 
me down as I tied to get my breath back. 

"You bitch," I yelled at Cathy.

"No, you are the bitch," my sister replied as she sat 
on me.

"From now on, Carol," she said, "we will make you do 
whatever they want. For the rest of your fucking life 
you're going to be nothing but a worthless fucking 
slut. I swear Carol, you will always be someone's 
fucking, cunt-licking, mouth-whore! It's what you are."  

They laughed at me, as I lay on the floor naked and 
helpless, my hands tied behind my back with my sister 
sitting on me. Cathy told me to kiss her foot and I 
refused, but Allison and Stephanie held me while Cathy 
stood up and pressed the sole of her foot down onto my 
face until I couldn't breathe. She didn't allow me to 
breathe until she felt me kiss the bottom her foot. 
Even as angry as I was, the humiliation of what my 
sister was making me to her again, made my pussy 
tingle.

Cathy sat back down on me, this time on my chest, her 
ass squashing my tits and painfully crushing my arms 
beneath both of our weights. She laughed at me and 
ordered me to kiss her panties between her legs, just 
like when we were teenagers. 

Grabbing my hair, she pressed my face against the white 
crotch of her panties and held me there.  The once 
familiar scent of my sister's pussy again filled my 
nostrils as she rubbed my face against her crotch. She 
pressed my face hard against her panties and, once 
again, didn't allow me to breathe until I did what she 
wanted. I kissed her crotch, just like when I was 14 
years old. 

That was it, just like it was back then, the act of 
submission. As much as I hated her at that moment for 
coming back, I knew then that I was becoming hers 
again. I was going to belong to her and to Allison, 
even to Stephanie and her mother. I would was going to 
belong to whomever they told me to belong too and I 
knew it.

I was completely powerless. I was totally humiliated 
and degraded and they just laughed at me. My sister had 
come back and did it to me again. I really was back in 
the same place I was at 14. In 34 years nothing had 
changed between us. She had won. She was strong and I 
was weak. I was powerless and I was stupid. She was 
better than I was and I knew it. They were all better 
than I was. Hell, every fucking woman on Earth was 
better than I was. 

Cathy stood up and all I could do was lay there naked 
in front of my sister and my daughter, tears running 
down my cheeks, too ashamed to look at them. My sister 
slid her panties over her hips and down her legs, 
revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. She tossed them 
aside and then her bra. The girls and Jennifer did the 
same.

"Aunt Cathy is my mother now," Allison said looking 
down at me.  "She is a real woman like I should have 
had as a mother. You're not even good enough to lick 
her asshole. You're not even good enough to use your 
tongue as her toilet paper. You will worship her 
fucking asshole! Do you understand?"

"No - no I won't," I tried my best to be strong, "not 
my sister... not Cathy!"

"Yes you will! You will worship her asshole! Her 
asshole means more to me than you ever will. You will 
worship it. Do you understand that, you stupid slut?"

"I get it, Allison," I screamed, tears running down my 
cheeks. "You despise me. But I'll be damned if I'm ever 
going to lick Cathy's ass again." 

"Yes you will, you stupid bitch!" Allison commanded. 
"You are going to lick Aunt Cathy's asshole then you're 
going to eat her pussy."

Cathy stepped over me. Her legs were apart, with her 
feet on each side of my body, just like Jennifer Scott 
had done the night before. I looked up at her and the 
neatly trimmed tuft of brown hair between her legs. She 
had the same features that I did, but she had 
definitely managed to keep herself in better shape. Her 
ass and hips were firmer, as were her breasts.

She smiled down at me arrogantly. "Do you want to taste 
my asshole again, Carol. It's been a long time."

"No," I answered in one last feeble attempt to be 
defiant.

"Well you are going to. You are going to eat my ass 
every day for the rest of your miserable like." She 
laughed and smiled at me. "I may never use toilet paper 
again."

Her laugh and her evil smile terrified me. The look in 
Cathy's eyes seemed almost demonic. I looked at my 
daughter and heard the same laugh and saw the same look 
in her eyes. Maybe she was her daughter. I felt scared. 
I felt weak. I felt powerless. My frail attempt at 
defiance crumbled.

"No... please, no!" I resorted to begging. "Allison, 
I'll do anything you want me too. I will. I promise. 
But not Cathy, please, not her. I'll do what Stephanie 
wants or Jennifer wants, but please, not Cathy."

Cathy looked at my daughter. "Do you mind what I do to 
your mother, Allison?"

Allison laughed again. "She's not my mother. She's 
nothing but a slut. Do what ever you want with her."

"Allison - please - no!" I begged again. 

Allison looked back down at me. "Shut up you miserable, 
pathetic slut. You will do whatever she wants, anywhere 
and anytime she wants! Aunt Cathy is my mother now. You 
are nothing to me. You are nothing more than a dog to 
kick and abuse until we decide to put you out of your 
misery."

"You heard Allison. I'm her mother now," Cathy said 
smugly. "Everything you have is mine, including your 
daughter. You are nothing. I'm Carol Bentley now. You 
no longer even exist, you stupid bitch! You are nothing 
but a shadow of me. You disgust me. It disgusts me that 
we were born at the same time. We may look the same, 
but you are nothing compared to me. You are trash - 
worthless filth to be treated as worthless filth."

She turned around, so that her butt was above my head 
and squatted down, lowering her ass as she balanced 
above my face. I could smell the pungent odor of my 
sister's ass.

"Lick her," Allison shouted. "Lick my new mother's 
asshole you stupid, good-for-nothing, tongue-slut 
bitch!"

The smell of my sister's ass and my daughter's 
degrading words began to stimulate me. No matter how 
hard I tried, no matter how defiant I tried to be, the 
truth just slapped me in the face. I could already feel 
the urge growing inside me to stick my tongue up 
Cathy's ass. What a filthy slut I was and I knew it. 
Deep down, I knew it. The degradation and depravity 
were overcoming me once again. To my shame, I knew I 
was already lusting for my sister's ass. She knew it 
too. She knew me too well. 

"Lick her, slut," Allison shouted.

I could no longer help myself. I needed to do what they 
said. I needed it even more than I hated my sister. I 
stuck my tongue out and watched Cathy reach back and 
pull her ass cheeks farther apart as she lowered her 
ass onto my outstretched tongue.

"Lick me bitch! Lick your sister's nasty asshole!" she 
commanded.

Cathy made me lick her ass for a very long time before 
Allison, Stephanie and Jennifer all took their turns. 
Then, they made me do them all again. I smelled ass and 
tasted ass even when they were not sitting on my face. 
My jaw hurt, my tongue hurt and, tied behind me, my 
arms hurt. 

But Cathy was not through with me. She dropped to her 
knees over my face, "Time to eat my pussy, bitch."

She sat hard onto my face, slamming her pussy into my 
mouth and nose. She churned her hips from side to side, 
grinding her pungent smelling pussy onto my mouth. All 
I could do was eat it. Even as I did, I felt tears 
begin to run down the sides of my face. I was broken. I 
was hers again. My face was nothing but her saddle to 
ride whenever she wished.

"Eat me, bitch!" she commanded. "That's it you stupid 
tongue-whore of a cunt, eat me!"

Cathy rode my face hard, grinding her pussy into my 
face as I sucked and licked her vagina, stealing a 
breath of air when I could, until she finally had an 
orgasm. After Cathy, the other three rode my face until 
I made them cum. When I finished with Jennifer, my arms 
were released from behind me. My face, neck and hair 
were covered in all their juices. 

A few minutes later, when my sister mounted my face for 
a second time, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and 
used my own hands to pull her asshole tightly down onto 
my mouth. From below her ass, I could hear the sound of 
her laughter.

An hour later, as they all drank red wine, Cathy called 
me from the sofa. "Come here, slut. Kiss my feet."

Without protest I crawled over to her and kissed her 
feet all over and then sucked her toes into my mouth. I 
spent a long time sucking the toes of my daughter's new 
mother. I sucked until she told me to stop.

"Are you good enough to lick my asshole, Carol?" she 
finally asked.

"No," I answered slowly. "I'm nothing but a worthless 
tongue-whore."

"You are pathetic Carol. You really, really are a 
worthless tongue-whore." Cathy said to me as she looked 
at Allison. "So what do you think of your mother now?"

Allison looked at me and then at Cathy, smiling. "I 
love you, mother," she said to Cathy. "But her," she 
said pointing at me, "she's nothing but a pathetic 
slut. I have no pity on her. She deserves whatever we 
do to her. She's nothing but my bitch - she's nothing 
but our slut!"

Afterward they took me upstairs to the playroom, put me 
on the bed, and tied me up. I was positioned on my 
knees with my arms between my legs and with my wrists 
strapped to my ankles. My, already brutalized, ass and 
pussy were left defenseless from abuse from behind. My 
sister took full advantage and fucked me in my poor ass 
and pussy with the double penetration dildo while 
Jennifer whipped my back with a leather belt. Cathy 
stopped before I had an orgasm, waited awhile, and then 
fucked me again, never letting me climax. 

They released me and Cathy handed me a black leather 
ball-gag to strap into my mouth. This one was 
different, however. A dildo protruded from both sides 
of the gag. I understood its function. 

"This," my sister said, smiling cruelly, "is what is 
called a penis-dildo gag. As you can see, it is fitted 
with a rubber dildo on each side, both of which are 2 
inches in diameter. The shorter 3 1/2-inch dildo is 
pushed into the mouth and the 6-inch protrudes on the 
outside. We will all sit on your face and you will give 
pleasure to us, while at the same time, being fucked in 
the throat with the other rubber cock. It will be very 
pleasurable for us and very uncomfortable for you. 
Every time we bounce our asses down onto your face, you 
will gag on the cock being thrust down your throat."

They tied me spread-eagled to the bed using the black 
leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and Allison 
strapped the penis-dildo gag into place. Even before 
any one of them mounted my face, the head of the dildo 
at the back of my mouth was gagging me. It was hard to 
swallow and to breathe.

All four rode my face to another orgasm, fucking my 
poor throat raw and gagging me with each thrust of 
their hips. All through the ordeal, I struggled both to 
keep from throwing up and to breathe. 

To make matters worse, they abused my body at the same 
time. While the others rode my face, Cathy brutally 
whipped my pussy and breasts with a leather strap. 
Allison put clamps on my nipples and stuck pins in my 
tits and in the soles of my feet while Stephanie 
dripped hot wax onto my nipples and pussy as I squirmed 
in pain. Jennifer and Cathy raped my pussy with one 
dildo after another while pinching and twisting my 
clit; but still never let me orgasm. I was never 
allowed to cum. When they finally finished with me, I 
was whimpering in pain and sexual frustration as 
everyone except Carol left the room.

She crawled on top of me until her dangling nipples 
were touching my own and her mouth was breathing into 
mine. "You know what I think, Carol?" 

"What?" I asked.

"I think that ever since we were girls, you wanted to 
be my slut. If not me, then somebody's. I think you 
like it. Deep down you like it. You like the abuse, you 
like the humiliation - you even like the pain. You know 
what I think, Carol?" 

"What?" I asked again.

"I think, really, that it's the only way you can get 
turned on - I mean really, really turned on - I mean 
horny! Am I right Carol?"

I closed my eyes before I answered. "Yes," I said 
softly.

"You know what I think, Carol?" 

"What?" I asked again, opening my eyes and looking into 
hers.

"I think you are going to be really, really horny for 
the rest of your life." 

She crawled off me and left the room. I knew that she 
was right and began to cry at my pitiful, wretched 
self.

I lay there, alone, and listened to the muffled sounds 
of conversation and laugher in other rooms. I heard the 
shower running and toilets flush; I heard footsteps on 
the stairs, and downstairs, the sound of the clothes 
dryer.

After awhile, Allison came into the room, dressing for 
a night of clubbing and smelling strongly of fruity 
perfume.

Releasing me, she said, "Downstairs, bitch."

She walked behind me as I crawled, naked, in front of 
her down the stairs and into the family room. Cathy, 
Jennifer and Stephanie were all there, dressed for a 
night out and drinking wine. No one said anything and 
Cathy just stared at me for several minutes before she 
grabbed my collar and roughly pulled me by the neck 
until I stood up.

Allison walked behind me and my eyes followed her. 
Against the wall was something I had not seen. A sheet 
covered it. Allison, Stephanie and her mother moved it 
to the center of the room and removed the covering.

"Roshumba brought over a little toy of ours, while you 
were tied to the bed," Cathy said, smiling. "It's for 
you to play with while we are out tonight."

I looked at the thing and then at Cathy. Teardrops 
filled my eyes just looking at it. It was a stationary 
exercise bike, but with modifications, the most 
shocking of which was the seat. A large, realistic 
looking dildo protruded from the top of it by about 
three inches. 

Cathy spun the pedals with her foot to illustrate the 
seat's function. With each complete turn of the bicycle 
pedals, the dildo thrust up to its full height, then 
back down again. At it's full height it had to be eight 
inches.

"As you can see," Cathy said, "if you sit on the bike 
and pedal, then it will give you a good fucking. You 
need a good fuck don't you? You need to cum don't you?"

I didn't answer, still staring at the horrible thing.

"But it also does so much more than that," she 
continued.

"In front you will notice a box. It contains an 
electric motor, that when plugged in, provides the bike 
with other functions. First, it makes the thrusting 
dildo vibrate for further stimulation. Secondly, it 
gives you another incentive to pedal other than a good 
fuck."

"An incentive to pedal?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

She smiled. "Before we go, we are going to make you 
mount the bike with your hands, feet and ass securely 
strapped to the bike, making it impossible for you to 
dismount. But first, a putt plug will be inserted in 
your ass and nipple clamps will be attached to your 
breasts. Another clamp will be attached to the tip of 
your tongue. All of these will be connected by wire to 
the generator. In addition, electrodes will be placed 
all around your pussy and breasts, on your ass, under 
your arms, on the palms of your hands and on the soles 
of your feet. These will also be connected by wire to 
the generator."

"What... what do they do?" I asked, already knowing the 
answer.

"They shock you, of course," Cathy said, smiling. 
"Unless you do what is expected of you."

"And what is that?"

"Once we turn the motor on, you will be required to 
pedal at a certain speed to prevent yourself from being 
electrically shocked all over your body by the 
electrodes, clamps, butt plug and even the thrusting 
dildo. It is painful. Every 10 minutes or so the 
minimum speed you will need to pedal will increase. You 
will have to pedal harder to stop from being shocked, 
but the harder you pedal, the harder you get fucked and 
the harder the dildo vibrates. After 40 minutes, you 
will be given a 10-minute break before the cycle starts 
up again."

My knees felt week and my body began to tremble as I 
watched Stephanie coat the dildo with a lubricant.

Cathy smiled. "It's a bad time to feel faint. You are 
going to need all your strength tonight. We are going 
to dinner and then out clubbing. You will have a long 
night, but you had better get used to it. This exercise 
bike is for you and I expect you to use it for at least 
an hour at least four days a week."

"Cathy, please... " I began to beg.

"Shut up Carol," she said.

I did and she just looked at me. I felt her strength 
growing as she stared at me, and mine fading. In her 
gaze I felt weak and powerless.

She handed me a box from the sofa. "Open it," she said.

Inside the box was a black, leather belt intended to 
fit around a woman's waist and buckle securely. 
Connected to it was another leather strap. This crotch 
belt fastened in front and then fit between the woman's 
legs, hugging the crotch, and fastened again in the 
back. On this strap was a pouch to which was attached 
both a butt plug and a dildo. When buckled into place, 
the function of this belt was obvious.

"It's a butt plug and dildo harness. From now on slut," 
Cathy said, "you will wear it every day unless we tell 
you otherwise. Your filthy, nasty whore-holes will 
always be filled. You will wear this all the time ... 
unless... "

"Unless, what?" I asked.

"Carol," she said slowly. "I have everything that was 
yours, including your daughter. Together, Allison and I 
will have everything and you will have nothing left. 
Not even your own body is yours. You are our slut I 
have your money, your house and your cars - your whole 
identity. We have humiliated and debased you and we 
always will. We have taken everything from you, even 
your pride and, if you ever had any, your self-respect. 
We have broken you."

I nodded, ashamed of the truth.

"But even today, you attempted to defy us just a 
little. There was still a little something left. But," 
she said a little louder, "I want you to give me that 
too."

"What?" I asked. I didn't understand.

" I have everything you own, but if you have the 
strength and the will, you can just walk away right 
now."

"What?"

"You will have nothing but your freedom, but you can 
leave with it. We are going out to dinner and to a 
club. Just be gone when we get back and leave town and 
never come back. You can go, but we never want to see 
you again - ever!"

"What?" I looked at Allison. "What?"

"Allison will never make you eat her pussy or lick her 
ass again and never again will you be naked on the 
floor sucking her toes - never, ever again! You will 
have nothing but a small chance to rebuild some sort of 
life for yourself. That's not much, but it's better 
than you'll ever get here."

"If you want to go, then go," Allison said, "but you 
had better not ever come back. Starting today Aunt 
Cathy is you. She is Carol Bentley. She is my mother. I 
will always back her up."

"Or," Cathy said, "you can stay. You can wear that belt 
every day and stay. But, I want you to freely give 
yourself to us. I want you to choose to be our slave, 
our bitch and our slut!

"If you choose to stay, you will never be given the 
opportunity to leave again. You will be nothing, ever 
again, but our worthless, ass-licking, whore. You will 
be our tongue-slut for the rest of your life. You will 
be our bitch, to do with as we please. We will torture 
and humiliate you whenever we want and degrade you in 
every way we can think of for the rest of your 
miserable life."

"You'll let me walk away, just like that?"

"The choice is yours." Cathy said.

My head dropped into my hands and I began to weep. Why 
did she have to give me a choice? She was going to make 
me choose to be a sex slave - a slut for the rest of my 
life. She knew what my answer would be and she knew 
that having to make my own choice would break me 
completely. She knew that it would humiliate me.

Allison gestured toward Cathy. "If you want to stay, 
then get down on your knees and beg Aunt Cathy to let 
you be her slut just like when you were a teenager. 
Then beg to be my slut. Beg to be you own daughter's 
ass-licking tongue-slut."

I raised my head, tears flowing from my eyes and down 
my cheeks, dripping onto my bare breasts, and looked at 
my daughter, then at my sister and then at Stephanie 
and her mother, Jennifer, both standing with arms 
crossed, smiling.

I began to tremble and lowered my head again. I was 
weak and I was powerless. I was nothing but a slut. I 
was my daughter's slut and I was my sister's slut - I 
was just a fucking, miserable slut and I knew it. I 
would never be anything else.

I dropped slowly to my knees, feeling tired and weak. 
"Please, Cathy, let me be your slut... please. Allison, 
please, let me be your slut too. I'll do whatever you 
want... anything!"

At that moment, I chose to be my daughter and my 
sister's slut for as long as they wanted a worthless, 
good-for-nothing, tongue-whore like myself. Allison and 
Cathy smiled at each other and Allison pointed at the 
exercise bike. "If you choose to stay, then mount the 
bike."

With head low, I walked to the bike and mounted it. I 
used my own hand to guide the lubricated dildo into my 
pussy. As I sat down, I felt it slide into me. 

Cathy laughed and put her arm around my daughter. 
Allison laughed too.

"You belong to us now," said Cathy. "You chose to be 
our slut."

"Yes," I said. "I am you slut." It was all that I could 
say. 

Cathy squeezed Allison against her and smiled at 
everyone. "Let's strap her onto this thing and go 
party. I swear I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."

Stephanie began to attach the nipple clamps and the 
electrodes while her mother lubricated the butt plug.

Cathy placed her hand on my back and made me bend over. 
"I wonder what Mom and Dad would think if they knew you 
were going to lick my asshole every day for the rest of 
your life."

I knew that I was no longer Carol Bentley. I was never 
again going to be anything more than my sister's anal 
tongue-whore and my daughter's filthy slut.

Jennifer stuck the butt plug up my ass, and I began to 
cry. 

oooo

Two years have passed and that was my last day as Carol 
Bentley. I am not worthy of a name. I am just called 
Slut.

Never again have I been called Carol by anyone or 
Mother by my own daughter. Cathy has completely taken 
over my identity. She is now Carol Bentley. Allison and 
her friend Stephanie just graduated from High School. 
My sister was there to watch her, sitting in the seat 
that I didn't deserve, with Stephanie's mother, 
Jennifer, next to her.

I am now nothing but a full-time slut for my daughter 
and my sister and my appearance makes it certain that I 
will never be anything else. While Cathy took over my 
identity, my appearance was maintained for awhile, but 
after that it longer mattered. Cathy and Allison were 
free to make whatever modifications they wished. 

Just yesterday, as I helped Cathy and Allison get 
dressed for the graduation ceremony, I couldn't help 
but look at myself in the mirror, as I stood naked 
wearing nothing but my collar, my cuffs and the butt 
plug and dildo harness that Cathy had given to me. As 
she had promised, both my holes are always filled.

My head is now shaven and is kept that way, or either 
with very short hair, depending on my sister's whims. 
My entire body is hairless. Electrolysis was performed 
to remove all body hair from my neck down, including my 
pussy. 

My sister had Roshumba brand me like a cow and burn the 
letters MDS into the left cheek of my ass. It stands 
for My Daughter's Slut. It hurt like hell for days 
after she burned it into my flesh, but I know that is 
what I am. The word "cunt" was tattooed above my pussy 
and the word "slut" on the top of my head. Allison 
wanted it there so that she could see it when she makes 
me eat her pussy.

My septum was pierced and a nose ring hangs above my 
upper lip and a round, silver stud graces each nostril. 
A nipple ring hangs from both breasts and another ring 
hangs from my navel. A ring pierces my clit. 

Allison's favorite addition is a holed-grommet that was 
placed through the end of my tongue. This allows studs 
or other oral stimulation devices to be added or 
removed with ease. This also gives them another way to 
secure me during bondage and torture. Allison enjoys 
leaving me securely bound with my tongue pulled out as 
far as it will go and tied in place with a string or 
thin rope through the grommet hole. She also has a 
special leash that attaches through the grommet, 
allowing her to lead me around by the tongue. "It's 
perfect," she says, "for a butt-hole tongue-whore."

Today, I truly look like someone whose name is Slut.

Much has changed for the other women too. Cathy, as 
Sylvia, sold her half of Velvet Underground to herself, 
as Carol Bentley. Then she and Roshumba took Jennifer 
Scott on as a third partner. Using my money, they have 
expanded Velvet Underground into a very profitable 
chain and are all quite wealthy. Allison and Cathy now 
share a big new house with Stephanie and Jennifer. They 
are one big, happy family.

Michele did run away from home and she now lives as a 
family tongue-whore just like me. Her rich parents 
still search for her and have no idea that their lost 
daughter is mere blocks from their estate living as a 
naked sex slave and sleeping in a doghouse.

Michele and I perform weekly in front of the video 
cameras for live Internet video feeds and for mail 
order videos sold by the Velvet Underground chain. A 
new series of videos with us being dominated by young 
Asian girls is selling very well. Just yesterday, I 
endured an afternoon with a skinny, small-breasted 
Taiwanese teenager fucking me up the ass with a big 
strap-on while I licked the pussy of a 300 lb. black 
woman that was sitting on Michele's face.

I am told that the Anna Lingus videos continue to be 
popular among those who favor mature sluts and S&M and 
that the originals, with Michele and I, are still 
available.

Cathy and Allison like me best as a tongue-whore and 
anal-slut and I spend most of my life now licking 
pussies and assholes, even sucking cock from time to 
time. 

A month ago was my 48th birthday. After that day, I 
know that I can never change what I am. Cathy organized 
a party in her usual demented fashion at the warehouse 
at Velvet Underground. Instead of blowing out 48 
candles, she had something special planned for me. 

In front of Cathy, Allison, Stephanie, Jennifer, 
Roshumba, Shakara and even Michele, I was forced to 
blow the cocks of 48 especially invited male guests, 
swallowing the sperm load from every one to make my 
wishes come true. With each new cock, Allison made me 
make the same wish out loud for everyone to hear.

"I wish to be my daughter's tongue-whore and anal-slut 
for the rest of my life."

She just laughed and laughed. I've never seen my 
daughter happier.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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