Broken  2 (Fdom, fF, Inc)
by Keith McDougall (previously published as Osric134)

Note: These are just stories, some of them with very taboo themes
in them and NOT wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and
hope no one takes my tales as anything but
sexual fantasies. I don't and never have practised, participated
in or encouraged sex with children, rape, do drugs or murder
people. I don't encourage anyone to do any of the things my
characters do either.
None of the people are real or based on any one real and bare no
resemblance to any event past of present, though I sometimes use
news stories as fuel for some of my tales.
I hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think.

Keith DOT mcdougall134 AT googlemail DOT com
(thanks for that Art)



2

Holly stood behind her mother as she washed up the dishes. Grace
felt strange, she didn't like the feelings she was having and she
almost jumped when Holly hugged herself against her back, the
girl's young breasts pressing against the back of her neck.

"You feel so nice against me Mummy, I'm sure I never want to let
you go."

Grace felt herself being turned around until she faced her
beautiful daughter, her hands were dripping wet from the soapy
water as the girl pressed her back against the sink, almost
bending her backwards over it.

"H.. Holly please...!" she begged, suddenly frightened by what
she thought the girl would do.

"Shhhhhhhh!" Holly whispered and kissed her mother gently,
holding her lips too long and causing the woman to try to twist
away, but Holly seem much stronger and easily held her mother in
place.

She pulled her mouth from Grace's lips and stared down at her
with frightening intensity.

"No..." Grace gasped, but Holly kissed her again, gently sucking
her mother's lips then pulled away again.

She reached up and held her mother's face in her hands, her hips
pinning the woman to the sink.

"You're so pretty. So very pretty..." she whispered and kissed
the woman again.

Grace wanted to resist but was very frightened of this tall girl
who had once been her loving little Holly. She was a stranger now
who seemed intent on raping her. She panicked and fought to get
free when she felt the girl's lips part.

Holly pulled away from her mother and stared angrily at the woman
before storming out of the kitchen. Grace felt relief but at the
same time she knew she should have done or said something to the
girl. She almost went after her.

Rodney saw Holly storm out of the kitchen and called to her, he
was surprised by the anger on her face as she stood near the door
watching him. He got up and went to her, wondering if their
mother had said something to upset the girl. She was very
different now from the little girl he had once known and knew
that he and his mother had to be a little more careful what they
said and did.

"What's the matter Sis?" he asked going to the door and holding
her shoulders, he was startled when she shrugged him off and
glared at him.

"Forget it! I suppose you don't want any show of affection from
me either, you prefer your floozy to me?" she snapped.

Rodney almost staggered back from the ferocity of her verbal
attack, he swallowed and shook his head quickly.

"No, no! I have always loved you Hols, you know that!" he said
and pulled her to him, hugging her tightly and rubbing her back.

She was stiff for a moment, but relaxed and soon had her arms
around him. He felt her shudder and knew that the girl was crying
bitterly. He hushed her.

"What's this all about Holly? What happened with you and Mum?" he
asked the crying girl, knowing that their mother had upset the
girl somehow.

She babbled a version of what had happened and he felt a touch of
anger rush through him. He cuddled her a little longer and kissed
her forehead.

“You go upstairs and rest OK? I'll have a word with Mum." he told
her softly.

The girl nodded, her eyes rimmed with tears as he watched her
walk away towards the stairs. Her very fetching rump swung quite
sexily as she moved and he found himself looking at it twisting
from side to side as she walked.

"What the hell am I doing?" he asked himself as she disappeared
upstairs, “I'm fucking checking out my little sister's arse!'

He shook his head, standing there for a moment to let his
swelling cock settle, ashamed that he was even having those kinds
of reactions to his scarily sexy younger sister. Then he sighed
and went off towards the kitchen.

Holly got to the top of the stair and wiped the tears from her
face with an evil smile. She had learned to turn on the tears
when she wanted while she was with the kidnappers. She used it to
manoeuvre the brother and sister into doing what she wanted many
times.

She almost skipped into her room and got out her new, filmy
nightie and got ready for bed.

Downstairs, Rodney was rowing with his mother. She had tried to
explain about the inappropriate kissing, but he just refused to
listen, not thinking that it could possibly be as bad as she was
trying to tell him.

"She's had 'things' done to her for three whole years, Mum. What
do you expect from her? She has to be weaned off like the
psychologists said. It will take a long time and hard effort on
our part to make things the way they were and I'm not sure that
they ever will be."

He looked down at his crying mother and made a decision, "You are
going to go to her and tell her you're sorry and ask her to stay
in your room with you like she said she wanted to." he told her.

Grace stared at her son, she shook her head and started to say
something but the hard eyes of the tall young man stopped her.
She lowered her head and nodded.

"Yes Roddy!" shemurmured.

"Good..." Just then his mobile phone began to ring and he flipped
it open, it was Nancy Sherman.

"Oh... Hi Nancy!" h said softly, then listened intently.

"Err, OK. I'll have to pack a few things, but I'm on my way." te
answered and hung up, turning to his mother. "I'm going to be out
for tonight and I don't want to hear any more about this Holly
business, I'll check up on you tomorrow."

He turned on his heel and left the small woman standing there,
startled by his harshness. She sighed and went back to tidying up
the kitchen.

Holly saw Rodney rush upstairs to his room through the open door
and then stop as he was leaving to wish her a good night, telling
her he was going off to see Nancy. She hugged him and tiptoed up
to kiss his mouth, softly sucking his lips and pressing her
breasts hard against him, then she released him to watch him
stare down at her with confusion in his eyes before he rushed off
to meet his older lover.

"That woman really has him wrapped around her finger," she
thought, "I'm gonna have to find a way to break that and keep him
here with me."

She lay back down on her bed and read her book until she heard
her mother come up the stairs later on. Holly got up and closed
in her door, deliberately shutting the woman out. It didn't take
long for her to hear a soft knock at her door.

"Holly?" came her mother's timid voice, "Holly?"

"What?!" she called out, keeping some hostility in her voice.

"Please Baby, let Mummy talk to you. I'm sorry for what happened
earlier, I..." her voice trailed off.

Holly got up with a triumphant smile and then made her face stern
as she opened the bedroom door. Her mother stood forlornly
outside, her hands at her sides. She had her head low and the
girl could see that she was weaker than she had been, a prime
target for the girl's plan. Holly stood with her hands on her
hips glaring at the woman before her.

"What is it?" she snapped.

"Please dear, this is very hard for me. I don't know how to
respond to you any more." Grace started crying, she was so close
to breaking point.

"I don't care! You don't love me any more and I don't want you
around me. I'm going to ask the social worker to take me away
from here when she comes back next month."

"No! Please!" Grace grabbed the girl in panic and hugged herself
to her tightly, crying so hard now. "Please don't leave me
again!"

Holly smiled down at the top of the woman's head. She had her.

She pulled the weeping woman into her room. She was broken now
and easy to manipulate. Holly brought her over to the bed and sat
her down.

"There there, Mummy. I won't leave, but you must promise to
behave. OK?"

Grace raised her tear-stained face and looked at her daughter,
nodding her acceptance.

"Good! Now lets get ready for bed." she told the woman and made
her strip off her clothes. Grace was nervous as she stood naked
before the girl who regarded her with admiration.

"You have a nice body Mummy, very nice. I'm surprised that you
don't have a man up to now." Holly smiled as she spoke, trailing
her hand across her mother's smooth hip.

"I... I'm not looking for a man..." she said, her voice trailing
as Holly cupped her pert breasts in her hands.

"Nice titties Mummy, so firm after all this time. I'm sure some
man out there wants to suck on these lovely things."

Grace was shocked that her daughter was so forward with her, but
remembered what Rodney had said to her about the effects of the
girl's ordeal. She trembled but remained silent and let her do as
she pleased.

Holly was very pleased, she gently fondled her mother's breasts
and the trailed her hands down her smooth, flawless skin.

"You have such lovely skin, so smooth and silky!" she sighed as
she stood back from her and lifted her flimsy nightie over her
head. Grace wanted to run away, but forced herself to remain
still.

Holly dropped her garment to the floor and stood naked in front
of her mother. She cupped her own firm breasts, as yet just
handfuls, and then reached for her mother's hands and placed them
on her breasts. She could feel resistance as she placed them on
her chest.

"See! Mine are still growing, not as full as yours." she cooed
softly, smiling down at her.

Holly pulled her mother close, knocking her hands out of the way
and pressing her breast almost into the woman's face.

"Do you love me?" Holly asked in a very soft voice.

"Y.. Yes!" Grace gasped.

"Then kiss them, show me you love me or I will go away." she
cooed.

Grace placed a tentative kiss on both of the girls breast and
then looked up at her face for approval.

"Mmmmm!" that was nice Mummy, do it again and this time put some
effort into it." Holly said in a slightly domineering voice.

Grace sobbed silently as she pressed her big soft lips against
the offered nipple and planted a firm kiss on it, bringing a sigh
from Holly. Then she kissed the other one and Holly gently held
her head, stroking it lovingly.

"Yesss! That's it Mummy, show me how much you love me!" she
gasped.

When Grace looked up at her daughter she saw a glow in her eyes
and a beatific smile on her face.

"Come, let's go to bed." she told the woman and led her to the
bed, pushing her under the covers.

She walked across to the door, turned off the light and returned
to climb in beside the cowering woman.
Holy pulled her mother against her, wrapping her long muscular
limbs around her and tying the woman to her. She lay on her side
with Grace facing her, their breasts and hips pressing against
each other, legs intertwined.

Grace was unable to pull away as Holly lifted her chin and stared
into her eyes in the dim light from the road.

"Do you love me Mummy?" she asked.

"Yes." Grace replied immediately, prompting a smile of pleasure
from the girl.

"Then kiss me." she said and offered her mouth to the woman.

Grace craned her neck and kissed her daughter just as she had
been kissed by the strange teenager earlier, hoping that this
would appease the girl. She was alarmed to feel Holly's lips
responding to her kiss and forced herself to stay calm.

Holly kept her lips glued to her mother's and began to suck the
woman's lips in an erotic manner and Grace tried to pull away
again. But Holly had the small woman tightly held against her,
her arms pinned. She was unable to free herself from the much
stronger girl.

"No escape Mummy, I'll get my little kiss and anything else I
want." she chuckled.

"No! Holly, Please..." Grace screamed and fought like a demon to
free herself, but Holly held her mother in a death-grip.

She squeezed and Grace felt all the air being squeezed out of her
lungs. She was unable to take a breath. Holly pressed her big
soft lips against her mother's and kissed her harder, parting her
lips and feeding her tongue into the whimpering older woman's
mouth. She released her and held her face, tonguing her deeply
and then pulled her tongue slowly out of the frantic woman's
mouth.

Grace was crying now and Holly slapped her hard, shocking her
quiet. Grace stared in terror at the teenage girl. She was not
her daughter any more, just some demon 'thing' that those
kidnappers had replaced her with.

Holly kissed her mother again and the woman pulled away. She
slapped her again and then kissed her again. This time the crying
woman stopped fighting and lay still as the wet tongue was fed
into her mouth.

Holly pulled away satisfied, she fondled the woman's plump arse
cheeks as she continued to kiss her and lick her mouth.

"This is your fault, I would have been content with a little kiss
now and then but you had to spoil everything didn't you! Well now
I'm going to show you!" Holly told the woman as her fingers found
her mother's bulging pussy.

Grace protested and got several more slaps to her breasts and
bottom until she remained still, sobbing softly as her own
daughter molested her.

"Now be a nice, obedient little Mummy and let me play with you."
Holly cooed.

Grace lay on her back now with her legs parted, Holly's hand
stroked and rubbed her fat, hairy 'peach', dipping into her
slowly moistening slit and finding the long unused hole.

"There you go, Mummy. Doesn't that feel good?" she asked in that
soft, sexy voice, not really wanting an answer.

Her mother sobbed as she fingered her, tickling the bud of her
clitoris until very slowly, her hips moved. She stopped crying
and began to breath heavier, gasping as her hips started to move
at a steady pace to match the rubbing fingers of her daughter.

"Oh God!" she moaned in protest at how she was beginning to feel,
how her daughter as forcing her to feel.

"Yesss, Mummy! yesss!" Holly cooed as she began to rub faster and
faster, easily finding the woman's 'spot'.

Grace's hips were rocking harder now, she was completely unable
to control herself. The sex-starved woman had not even touched
herself after her husband was carted of to prison. She was now
dripping with vaginal juices and soaking the bed under her,
gasping as she was stirred by the girl's stroking, expert
fingers.

Holly laughed with joy as her mother finally began to let go, her
inhibitions falling away like discarded clothing. Holly leaned
over the woman and kissed her again, deeply, sliding her tongue
into her mouth as far as it would go, tonguing the older woman
furiously.

Grace forgot where she was and who she was with, she responded
with pent-up lust and sucked onto the tunnelling tongue to
Holly's absolute delight and clinging to the girl's broad
shoulders.

When it came, Grace's orgasm nearly tore her in half. She
screamed out into the darkness and shuddered as Holly refused to
stop, then she collapse as Holly removed her hand and lay
watching her mother slowly coming down from her amazing high.

Grace lay there gasping for breath. She had never experienced
anything like that before. Everything in the room seemed bright
even though the room was still dimly lit.

Before she could catch herself though she felt the sheet being
pulled back and her shapely legs being spread. She gasped as she
felt Holly get down between her heavy thighs, then her wet lips
and tongue began to lap at her sopping, juicy hole, licking up
all of her leaking juices and working her back towards another
monstrous cum.

Holly held her legs wide and licked, tongued and sucked the older
woman's sensitive flesh for nearly an hour, making her cum and
cum and cum, until she was just a shuddering wreck on her bed.

By the time Holly was through with her pretty mother's body, the
woman was completely broken.



Cont...


  
Broken 2