Momentum�
�A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head
�and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.�
Allen Beck
Part 1
�Maybe
this isn�t such a great idea,� Melanie Jessop said in a strained tone of voice.
She sat naked in the swivel chair at her small computer desk, laptop in front
of her, the camera clipped to the top and regarding her with an almost solemn gaze.
�Nonsense,�
said the man she now thought of as her owner, a man whose voice she had come to
need more, it seemed, than anything or anyone else in the world. And a man who
she had never seen, let alone a met, a fact that seemed frighteningly absurd in
the cold light of day yet somehow right and fitting when the night crept into
her soul.
His
name, he said, was Daniel, but Melanie called him �sir� or �daddy�, depending
on his mood. Tonight was a �sir� night because tonight wasn�t about Melanie.
�Just
relax girl. Let events play out. See what happens,� he said in the small,
wireless headset that gave the impression his voice was in the centre of her
mind, a sensation she thrilled to.
Melanie
sighed with a mixture of trepidation and excitement, looked into the dead glass
eye of the webcam and nodded.
�Will
you masturbate for me, my girl?� Daniel asked and Melanie felt a hot flush of
need roll through her like a blood red wave on a darkened shore.
�She�s
going to come in any moment,� Melanie said and she felt a delicious shame at
the fact she had neither said yes or no to him.
�I
know. That�s why I want that thick dildo you like buried deep inside your cunt,
where it belongs. I want her to see what her mother is becoming,� and Melanie
found herself breathless at his sheer honesty,
the brazen ease with which he spoke to her about such things. The wet, heavy
heat between her legs felt almost unbearable, like a witness bearing testimony to her
corruption.
�Oh,
Jesus, I can�t do that,� she said and felt that familiar mix of delight and
disgust at the whiny, weak voice she spoke in.
�Of
course you can,� Daniel said, and his voice was soaked in a lover�s tenderness.
�You�ve buried that toy deep inside your cunt for me many times before. It�s
been a while since it hurt when you did, too. Now your eyes roll back in your
head and the passion just overwhelms you, doesn�t it?�
Melanie
nodded, �Yes, sir.�
�So
the question is if you will or not, not if you can or not, isn�t it?�
�Another
nod. �Yes, sir.�
�And
we both know that not only will you do
it, but that you want to do it, don�t
we?�
�Yes,�
Melanie gasped as if the word had been wrenched from her physically. �Yes, sir.
I do. If you want me to do something, then I want to do it.�
�And
I want you to fuck yourself while she watches,� he said in that same
matter-of-fact tone. �So will you?�
Melanie
felt a hot, liquid gush deep inside her and realised, in a distant way, that
she was actually on the brink of orgasm and as this realisation crossed her
mind, a fat, heavy tear rolled down her cheek.
I can�t do this,
she thought to herself, even as her hand reached into the wicker basket down by
her side and fumbled for the toy.
I can�t do this,
she thought again as her fingers closed round the rubber shaft, lifted it free
of the tangle of clamps and cords and put the blunt tip to her cunt.
But I will anyway,
and Melanie shuddered with utter bliss as she pushed the cold, impersonal thing
deep inside the burning intimacy of her body.
�Good
to let go, isn�t it girl?� Daniel asked in a confidante�s whisper.
Melanie
barely spoke, her voice made a husk by desire and fear and decadence. �Yes�
sir. So good.�
And
that�s when the bedroom door opened and Rebecca came in.
Not
so long ago, she would have knocked and waited. That was how things were but
such behaviour had been eroded over the past weeks and months. Becky was
encouraged to sleep with her mommy if she got a little scared by storms or
noise or just couldn�t sleep, even though it had been ages since she had needed
or wanted to.
Melanie
never slept naked and one of the reasons why was a hangover from when Becky had
sometimes slipped into her mommys bed because Melanie hadn�t felt it
appropriate to be naked holding her daughter. Now Melanie always slept naked
and Daniel had begun to encourage her to tug Becky�s nightie off as one of the
conditions of sleeping with mommy. All of these machinations had gone straight
over Becky�s head, of course. Any initial hesitation or confusion at mommy
being naked or mommy wanting Becky to be naked passed quickly, as it does with
children, and the new status quo readily accepted.
Now
it was a rare night when Becky slept in her own bed and those nights were
mostly when Daniel intended to play hard with his girl.
But,
now that he had built up a little bit of momentum with Melanie, Daniel was
ready to push onto the next stage, regardless of how Melanie or indeed Becky,
felt about it.
Melanie
stared into the camera with wide, horrified eyes.
�Keep
fucking yourself for me, girl,� Daniel whispered. �Don�t stop now, not when you�re
so close��
Becky
walked over to stand to the side of her mommy and Melanie tried to ignore her
daughter, focusing instead on driving the toy in and out of her cunt with hard,
juddering force. She gave a harsh, animalistic grunt each time she drove the
phallus fully home inside her body. Her eyes were glazed, a little
shell-shocked even. Part of her knew she was doing this and revelled in it and
another part insisted this was a nightmare and she was incapable of such
depravity.
�Mommy?�
Becky asked in a small voice, arms at her side, not moving but not moving away
either. Her eyes flicked from Melanie�s contorted face to her busy hands.
Melanie
ignored her daughter, focused on the webcam, focused on her owner and his
demands.
She�s not there,
Melanie said to herself, she�s not there,
she�s not there.
�Turn
your chair so she can see clearly,� Daniel whispered in a voice like a steel
fist inside a velvet glove.
�No!�
Melanie cried and her face dissolved into tears. �I won�t do that! I won�t do
that! It�s not right! I won�t!� Her voice was cracked with anguished, pitiful
sobs.
�Turn
your chair,� Daniel repeated with slow, deliberate intent, �let her see
properly.�
�Please,�
Melanie whispered in a shaking voice. �Please don�t do this. It�s not right.�
�There
is no right or wrong here, girl, you know that,� Daniel said in a patient but
unforgiving voice. �There is only what I want you to do and what I do not want
you to do.� He paused for a few seconds that felt like an eternity to Melanie.
�Isn�t that how we both want and need it to be?�
�Mommy?
You ok?� Becky persisted, still not moving closer or further away and with her
eyes still alternating between her mommy�s face and hands.
�Yes,
sir, it is,� Melanie replied and another layer of her morality crumbled in his
name.
�Then
turn your chair and show your little girl what mommy�s doing,� Daniel said and
this time, without thinking about it but simply obeying his words, Melanie did
so.
Becky
looked with wide eyes at the toy Melanie pounded in and out of her aching,
sopping wet cunt. She watched in rapt fascination as her mommy gasped and
panted and descended once more into grunts and shudders at the ferocious
pressure building inside her mind and body.
Melanie
gazed dully up at her daughter, mouth slightly open, lost in too many emotions
to make sense of and so simply responding to whichever of them demanded her
attention loudest. And that was the one that always shouted loudest and
longest; need. The need to please, to serve, to earn release, to learn, to
atone, to give and have taken, to be degraded and abused and all at the whim of
a voice belonging to a man she wouldn�t recognise if they passed each other on
the street.
God, I�m so fucking lost,
she screamed inside her head, so far
gone, so far gone. I can�t get back. I can�t get back. I can�t undo this. This
is done and I can�t undo this. I can�t take it back. I can�t take it back.
�What
are you doing, mommy?� Becky asked but Melanie just stared at her.
�Who
do you belong to, slave?� Daniel said in a low voice.
�You,
sir,� Melanie said in a ragged voice. �Always to you. Always.�
�Tell
her you�re making her new daddy happy,� Daniel went on.
Melanie
gave a sickly moan, licked her lips. �Mommy�s making your� your new daddy
happy, baby.�
Becky
did nothing and said nothing for a few seconds and then, �Can I go, mommy?�
�No,
baby. No. That would make� daddy� unhappy,� and after she�d said those words
she realised Daniel hadn�t told her what to say.
Oh dear God,
Melanie�s inner voice went on like a faint siren. I can�t take this back. I can�t undo this. I can�t.
�I
don�t like this,� Becky said and her voice had a whiny, timid pitch to it. �I
don�t like it. Please stop, mommy, please stop.�
In
her ears, Melanie heard Daniel�s breathing grow shorter and deeper as his own pleasure
rose like cream inside him. The sound, the
mere fucking thought of it, intoxicated her.
�Do
you want to send her away before you cum?� Daniel asked with an impatience
driven by pure need.
Melanie
shook her head, �No. I want her to see what makes her new daddy happy.�
�Why
is that, slave?� Daniel pushed with exquisite pleasure. �Why does she need to
know what makes her daddy happy?�
By
this time Melanie�s hand was a blur, driving the scunt-slick toy in and out of
with piston-like ferocity.
�So�
so� so she knows� So she knows�� Daniel could hear the conflict in his girls
voice, could hear the battle between the last shred of decency she possessed
and the unstoppable momentum of her passion. It was no battle at all.
�Tell
her,� Daniel whispered with a trembling voice.
�So
she knows how to make her new daddy happy, too,� Melanie almost screamed before
the tidal wave of pleasure, passion and sheer abandonment smashed through her,
brushing her self-control aside like so much smoke.
And
in her ears, Daniel came with dizzying ferocity, obscenities and promises of
depravity and abuse for both of them tumbled from his lips in a blur.
And
quietly, with frightened eyes and small fists clenched by her sides, Becky
watched and listened and tried to make sense of it.
�I
don�t understand, mommy,� she whispered but Melanie didn�t hear as pleasure
tore through her body in shuddering wave after shuddering wave. She looked up
at her child as if from a deep, dark hole, Becky far away and somehow reduced
in importance, like a memory of what once was.
�I
don�t understand,� Becky said with a keen note of fear and uncertainty in her
voice and that sent Melanie tumbling helplessly into another grunting, panting
crescendo of utter exstacy.
�Oh
God, Oh God,� she said over and over, hands ramming the toy in and out of her
gaping, well fucked cunt in a blur. �Oh God, oh God,� and the words became
harsher and harsher until they were little more than breathless gasps.
Becky
began to cry, brow furrowing, chin trembling as her eyes squeezed hot,
exquisite tears slipping smoothly down her blushed cheeks.
�Please
stop, mummy,� she implored through sobs that were rapidly descending into
something not too far away from hysteria. �Please stop, mommy, please. I don�t
understand. You�re scaring me. Please stop. Please, mommy!� and the last words
were lost in a storm of utter, abject misery, tears flowing freely, faced
crumpled and distraught, body shaking all over.
�Please�
mommy�� Becky managed to say.
�Doesn�t
she look beautiful?� a slightly breathless Daniel whispered in silken tones.
�Oh�
Goddddd,� Melanie managed to say before the grasping, greedy arms of her own
desires wrapped themselves around her once again and dragged her down deep.
The
passing of her last few peaks of pleasure had left beyond coherence, beyond
rational thought. She had ground the toy inside her to the hilt and then tried
to drive the base of it, with the large, thick sucker cup, up inside her too.
She had pinched and twisted her flesh, rubbed her clit as she fucked herself
and, most of all, screamed aloud, trying to give voice to what she felt; the
release of it all, the shame and guilt and fear and doubt blown away in a
whirlwind of utter abandonment and indulgence.
And
afterwards, emotionally, physically and mentally, she was shattered beyond
anything she had ever known. As the last echoes of pleasure faded, as her
bunched muscles and screaming nerves began to wind down with the trepidation of
soldiers peeking over a trench into a warzone, Melanie Jessop was crying
without having any real idea of why. In so many ways, everything about the
evening had been utterly knew and thoroughly confusing.
Master
and slave parted with whispered words and only after Daniel had departed, did
Melanie turn to her daughter.
Becky
was still stood there, all cried out now, eyes red and puffy, breath hitching
in her throat. She flinched a little when Melanie stood but didn�t move away as
her mother wrapped the little girl in loving arms and soothing tones.
They
slept together that night but though a tired and somewhat traumatised Becky
slipped into sleep quickly, Melanie was awake for several more hours.
It
wasn�t until she lifted Becky into a sitting position and tugged the unresponsive
little girls nightie off that she felt tiredness slowly begin to turn into
relaxation. And it was only when she drew Becky in close to her, revelling in
the sensation of her little girls warm body pressed tight against her own, that sleep began to make her eyes grow heavy.
Melanie
stroked her daughter�s hair, leant over her and whispered, �He was right,
angel. You did look beautiful.�
She
kissed the straw-blonde hair and was asleep in minutes.