Confessions of a Slaver

CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER

PART IV

 

I finally met Annie=s mother that Friday evening.  I=d digested Annie=s biography, and filled in a few blanks by asking her a number of pointed questions.  I had her tell her mother I=d be bringing over steaks, so if she could arrange for baked potatoes and a salad, we could all sit and talk over dinner.  I=d dressed well for the occasion, wearing dress slacks with an open-collar shirt and sports coat.  I had spent a considerable amount of time deciding how I was going to approach this.

 

AGood evening, Mrs. Brown,@ I said, entering the apartment when she answered the door.  Annie=s mother was in her mid‑30's, having given birth to her only child when she was only 16 herself...just about the age Annie was now.  She looked a bit frumpy in her old, unfashionable clothes, but I immediately saw the potential.  Some makeup, a short skirt and some heels...and especially, a collar...and she=d be perfect.  Old, maybe, but that just meant experienced and not so ashamed of her own sexuality.  The only question now was whether she was going to be a willing or unwilling participant in my plan.

 

She ushered me in, and I handed her the covered container of steaks.  I wasn=t sure how to proceed from here; quickly reviewing my options I selected the subtle approach.

 

AI thought we could get to know each other first, and then after dinner discuss Annie, if that=s all right.@

 

ACertainly,@ she answered graciously.  AWould you like to watch television while I get dinner ready?  Perhaps a Coke or something?@

 

ACoke would be fine, thank you,@ I replied, taking a spot on the couch.

 

I hadn=t seen Annie so far, but when she did come downstairs a few minutes later, she cringed at my disapproving scowl.  Disregarding her dress code, she was wearing jeans, tennis shoes and a frumpy sweat shirt.

 

"I see you've decided to disregard your dress code,' I chastised.  'Go back upstairs and change.  A dress, or a skirt and blouse.  Nothing else.  Oh, and put some makeup on; you look like shit without it."

 

"But mama...." she started.

 

"I'll take care of mama," I told her.  "You just go do what you're told, slave.  We'll discuss your attitude and disobedience later tonight.  Perhaps you should invite mama to witness your punishment?"

 

"No, sir...I mean...yes, sir, I'll go get changed, and no, sir, I don't think asking mama to watch would be a good idea, sir," she replied, then ran back up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

 

It took her almost fifteen minutes to get back downstairs, and although her face wasn't quite as made up as I would have liked, it was okay.  I told her to go heavier on the mascara next time, and to use a bolder red lipstick from now on.  Just as she lifted her yellow sun dress up to reveal her nakedness under it, her mother called that dinner was ready.

 

We ate in near silence, both women stealing nervous glances at me.  When I was finished, I helped myself to the last of the salad.  Both Annie and Rachael sat demurely, waiting for me to finish.  I finally wiped my mouth with my napkin, crumpling it up and depositing it in on my plate, indicating I was done.

 

"Take care of our plates, Annie, then go upstairs and stay in your room until I call for you. Your mother and I have a few things to discuss,@ I ordered.  My novice slave got up without a word, cleared the place setting from in front of me, and padded off while her mother simply sat wordlessly, staring.

 

"What was that all about?" Rachael asked. 

 

"What did Annie tell you about me? I asked, by way of an answer.

 

"That you're tutoring her.  Some sort of service program through the school, I think she said.  I hope so, anyway, because I can't afford to pay you."

 

"I guess that's as good an explanation as any.  Yes, I am part of a school tutoring program, but that's not what I'm doing with Annie."

 

"So you're not her tutor?" she asked, even more puzzled now.

 

"I guess you could say I'm more of a trainer, Rachael.  You don't mind if I call you Rachael, do you?  What I'm training her for has nothing to do with school, though."

 

"Not school?  Then what?"

 

"I'm training your daughter to take her rightful place in life, Rachael," I said reassuringly, leaning back slightly.  If she was going to explode, it would happen now.

 

"And exactly what do you think is her 'rightful place?' 

 

"Annie's rightful place in life is kneeling naked at the feet of her Master,' I replied offhandedly.  "Annie's future is as a slave.  Maybe a sex slave, or maybe something else ‑ working in a kitchen, or maybe being a wet nurse ‑ but her fate is to be a slave."

 

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU FUCKING PERVERT!" Rachael responded, standing up suddenly and grabbing her chair as if to use it as a weapon.

 

"Before you get violent, I think you should know that Annie came to me about this," I said, standing up myself, just in case I needed to make a quick exit.  "In fact, I told her I wasn't interested, but she kept insisting."

 

"Bullshit," the irate mother responded vehemently, but apparently calming down somewhat.

 

"No, it's true.  You can ask Annie herself, if you want.  If she told you herself that she wants to be a slave, would you believe her?"

 

"I don't know," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

 

"Annie!  Get your ass down here right now!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.  The sound of her feet running across the floor above us was unmistakable.  In a moment, she was standing in the doorway.

 

"Yes?" she asked, trying to catch her breath.

 

"Tell your mother about us.  The truth, Annie," I commanded.

 

"I...uh...I...he...uh...," she stammered, her face turning white as a sheet.

 

"Robert tells me he's training you to be his slave, and that you asked him to.  Is this true, Annie?" her mother asked pointedly.

 

"Um...yes, mama," she answered quietly, her pale face suddenly turning bright red.

 

"Then tell me," she insisted.  "Tell me so there's no doubt in my mind.'

 

"Uh...he's training me to be his slave.  I asked him to, but he said no at first.  Then he said yes, mama.  I can't understand it, but it just feels right."

 

"I want to talk to him alone now.   Go back to your room," she ordered her daughter.  Annie glanced at me for confirmation.  In for a penny, in for a pound, I figured.

 

"Not yet, Annie.  Just to make sure there's no misunderstanding, take your dress off.  Right now,@ I emphasized when she didn't immediately respond.  AJust drop it on the floor.@

 

"Oh, my God!" Rachael reacted when her daughter dropped her dress on the floor, revealing not only her nakedness underneath, but her decorations ‑ the shaved pussy, the nipple rings, the red welts from where I'd beaten her.  "When did this happen?" she asked.

 

"Uh...the second day, mama, when he said he would train me to be a slave."

 

"What's the bandage?" she asked next.

 

"I suppose now is as good a time as any,' I said, grabbing one corner and ripping it off, eliciting a sharp squeal from my slave.

 

"Oh, my God..." Rachael repeated, seeing the words permanently written on her daughter's belly.  Annie had her eyes closed, tears forming in the corners.

 

"Read it to her, Rachael," I said.  "She's never see it before."

 

"It says, "slave cunt," she read.  "That's what she is now, isn't it?  A slave cunt?"

 

"Not quite, but she will be eventually, once she's trained," I answered.  "Go to your room now, Annie.  There's no need to get dressed.  As a matter of fact, you're no longer permitted to wear clothes when you're at home."

 

"Yes, sir," she answered, blushing even more deeply now, as she exited the kitchen.

 

"I guess we have a lot to talk about," Mrs. Brown stated.  "Coffee?"

 

"Please," I replied.  It was the first time I'd said please since my arrival.  I leaned forward,  my elbows on the table, hands cupping the mug she handed me.

 

"Mrs, Brown, Annie is one of the most natural submissives I've ever met," I explained.  "Let's face it, she's not the brightest bulb there is, and she depends on others to make decisions for her.  Without this, she's probably going to end up in some minimum‑wage job, having people take advantage of her.  Hell, she could end up whoring for some pimp, the way she is," I said bluntly.  "This way, she'll know her position in life, and won't need to worry about anything.  All she'll need to do is obey."

 

"You sound like you know a lot about this," she said.

 

"I guess I know a bit, but certainly not all there is," I replied seriously. 

 

"So you've...what should I say...owned?...you've owned slaves before?"

 

"Just one," I answered flatly.  "She'll soon be going off to college, though."

 

"You're sending a slave to college?" she asked incredulously.  "If she's going to spend her life spreading her legs for you, why would you bother?"

 

"Two reasons, actually," I answered.  "One, she's smart.  I think an education will do her good.  She'll be of more value to whoever her owner is if she can do more than ‑ as you put it ‑ spread her legs.  Second," I said, "she's my sister."

 

"WHAT!  Your own sister?  You made your own sister your slave?"

 

"Yes, she=s my slave - me and my dad=s, actually.  ," I answered.  AAnd before you ask, yes, I=ve fucked her.  So has dad.  We don=t do that much anymore, only when she=s done something worthy of a reward like that.  Mostly, she=s a whore.  She fucks other people for money, but she doesn=t get to keep any of it.  She gives it all to me.  She's been fucked by of the students, and quite a few of the teachers, as a matter of fact.  She has a standing Tuesday lunch date with the principal, too, but he gets it for free."

 

"I don't fucking believe this," she said, holding her hands to her head and shaking it.  "You and your father fuck your sister, you whore her to the entire school, and you're turning my daughter into a slut."

 

"No, Rachael," I said softly.  "Annie's not a slut, and I won't be turning her into one.  If she's going to be a slut, it will have to come from within.  Just like her submissiveness, it comes from somewhere inside.  She wants to be a slave, though, and I'm going to help her with that."

 

"I've lost her," Mrs. Brown said, a resigned note in her voice.  "She's gone."  She was sobbing softly now.  AEverything I worked for, everything I hoped for her...@

 

AI wouldn=t think of it that way, Mrs. Brown,@ I said softly, reaching across the table to take her hand in mine.  She recoiled at my touch, so I didn=t press the issue.  AYou=ll never have to worry about her.  Someone will take care of her for the rest of her life, and she=ll never be a burden.  Unless she=s disobedient, she=ll be well taken care of, fed well, always have a safe place to live, and she=ll be protected always.@

 

AI still don=t understand this,@ she sobbed.  AI think I need to go out for a bit.@

 

AI understand,@ I replied.  AWould you rather I leave, so you and Annie can talk?@

 

ANo, I don=t think so,@ she said, standing up.  AI really need to be alone right now.  I=m going for a walk. I=m not sure when I=ll be back.@

 

I watched her get up and walk out the door, almost as though she were in a daze...which she probably was.  As soon as she left, I called for my slave to come downstairs.

 

AGo clean the kitchen,@ I told her, Aand when you=re done with that, kneel in the corner and wait for me.@

 

AYes, Sir,@ my slave answered.

 

I went upstairs and took a look around.  Entering Annie=s bedroom, I carefully went though all her belongings, piling those I was allowing her to keep on her bed and tossing the rest haphazardly on the floor.  Jeans, pants, clunky shoes, all went on the floor.  Likewise the stupid stuffed animals, cutsie photographs and the idiotic posters of her childhood movie idols.  Going through her drawers, I tossed her socks and slips; she=d already brought me all her panties and bras, so she didn=t have any of those.  By the time I was through, she had a dress, two skirts and four blouses left.  I made a mental note to get her some new clothing; she=d need stockings, and maybe some sexy heels to go with the leather skirt and vest outfit I=d decided to get for her.

 

After I was through in Annie=s room, I checked out Rachael=s.  Carefully this time, because I didn=t want her to know I=d been there, I went through the mother=s belongings.  Pretty typical for a welfare-class working woman; nothing special, no fashionable clothing at all.  White cotton undies and bras, work clothes and a couple of pair of sweats for work around the house.  Just two dresses - a pastel sun dress, and what looked to be her wedding gown, carefully preserved in a box on the closet shelf.  It was behind that box that I hit pay dirt.

 

I don=t know what it was, but I had a feeling that Annie=s submissive tendencies weren=t just random, that they were somehow instinct or genetics.  The small packet of photos I found behind the wedding gown told the story.  Old black-and-whites of a young woman - obviously Rachael - in various stages of undress.  Several showed her bound and gagged, and in one, she was kneeling with her hands tied behind her back, sucking on a big, black cock.  Others showed her wearing nothing but a collar, or laying on a bare mattress on the floor, her collar chained to a pipe.  There was even a photo of her reaching under a dog=s belly, grasping his cock - oh, this was one kinky bitch for her time!  My dick immediately got rock hard, thinking of Annie=s mother perhaps having willingly fucked a dog.  That=s when I decided, fuck it, and threw caution to the wind.

 

I didn=t give a shit about being secretive now, and started rummaging through Rachael=s belongings just as I had Annie=s.  The only difference was that I left the memories of what would soon be her previous life - the family photos, jewelry and such - alone and concentrated on her clothing.  She dressed like a frump, and the only thing worth salvaging was the sun dress - and even it needed some modification.  I had just finished up when I heard the front door open.  I stuck the snapshots in my back pocket and went downstairs to find Rachael slumped in the overstuffed living room chair.  I walked past her to the kitchen, where Annie was on her hands and knees, dutifully scrubbing the floor.  I got her attention with a hard slap on her bare ass.

 

AYou have garbage bags?@ I asked.

 

AYes, Sir, under the sink,@ she answered.

 

AFine.  Take the whole box of them upstairs.  You=ll find two piles of stuff in your room.  The things on the floor go into the trash, the stuff on the bed you may keep.  When you=re done in your room, you=ll find the same situation in your mother=s.@

 

She looked up at me in wide-eyed shock before slowly nodding her head.  I followed her out of the kitchen, smiling at the sight of the bright red hand print I=d left on her ass.  Then I sat down on the couch to talk to the mother.

 

AHow was your walk?@ I asked, beginning with the small talk.

 

AOkay,@ she responded listlessly.  Well, if she was going to be like that, then I was going to take things into my own hands.  I pulled the packet of photos out of my pocket and held one up for her to see.

 

ARecognize it?@ I asked, a slight grin on my face.

 

AYou bastard!@ she said quietly.  AYou have no business going through my things!@

 

AI guess she gets it from you, huh?@ I commented, flashing snapshot after snapshot in front of her eyes.  AI think this one is particularly cute,@ I said, holding up the one of her jerking the dog off.  ADid you fuck him, or just use your mouth?@

 

She just sat there, staring at nothing.

 

AYou liked it, didn=t you?  You liked being used like that.  Letting men use your body for their amusement.  It was the only time you felt worth anything, wasn=t it?@

 

She hesitated for a moment before responding.  AYes,@ she said in a whisper, her face turning bright red.

 

AI=m going to take you back to that feeling.  I=m going to claim you as mine, to own you.  You want that, don=t you?  That way you can feel like you have some value, but at the same time look over your daughter.  You want that, don=t you?@ I repeated.  AYou want to be my slave.@

 

AYes,@ she said, barely audible.

 

AGo upstairs into the bathroom and strip.  Throw every piece of clothing you have on into the trash.  Ask Annie for her makeup, and then do your face.  When you come back down, I want you to be smiling and look pretty for me.  Oh, and make sure you shave,@ I said, pointing at her crotch.

 

AYes, Master,@ she mumbled, getting to her feet.

 

It took the better part of an hour, but I eventually had two naked females, a woman and a girl, kneeling in front of me.   I looked them over carefully before speaking.

 

ARachael, you are my slave,@ I said seriously.  ASo are you, Annie, but you are to obey your mother as you would me.  She has full rights over you, and disobedience of her is no different than disobedience of me.  Rachael, I expect you to help me train Annie to be the perfect slave.  The only things you cannot do is apply any punishment or make her fuck anyone I haven=t previously approved.  Is that clear?@

 

AYes, Master,@ the older one responded in a clear voice.

 

AYes, Sir,@ intoned the younger one, less confidently.

 

AOn Monday morning, Rachael, I want you to take Annie out of school.  Tell them whatever you want, that you=re home-schooling her, you=re moving, or whatever.  She has no further use for formal education.  Understand?@

 

AYes, Master,@ she answered.

 

AAs for your job, you=ll keep it.  As a matter of fact, I want you to work as many hours as you can, all the overtime you can get.  If you can=t get at least 20 hours overtime a week, find a second job.  Something menial, maybe with a janitorial company or something like that,@ I commented, half speaking to myself.  AFind a job for Annie, too.  At least full time.  Maybe as a hotel maid.  I think she=d look good in a maid=s outfit, and she=s going to need the practice at keeping her Owner=s home clean anyway.@  Annie blushed at my words, but both slaves remained silent, the mother simply nodding her assent.

 

AYou=ll be turning over your paychecks to me,@ I notified them.  AI=ll take care of the rent and provide a stipend for food, at least until I decide to move you into more appropriate accommodations.@  This was something Rachael hadn=t expected, and her eyes widened.  AYou didn=t think I=d want to keep coming all the way across town for a quick fuck, did you?@ I said offhandedly.  AFor now, though, you live here.  Rachael, move your things into Annie=s room.  You can share it.  I=ll need a place of my own if I decide to stay over.@

 

AYes, Master,@ she replied.  I could tell things were moving too quickly for her, but I needed to keep her off-balance.

 

ANow, when you go to move your things, you=ll undoubtedly notice most of them are already gone.  I=ve taken the liberty of having Annie dispose of most of your clothing, for example.  You won=t need it in the house anyway, and I=ll buy what I want you to wear.  I=ll need your sizes, by the way,@ I said as an afterthought.  AComplete measurements.  Have them for me in the morning.@

 

AYes, Master,@ the mother answered.

 

AGood, I=ll see you then,@ I said, getting up to leave.  I knew Rachael figured I=d be fucking her before I went home, but that wasn=t going to happen.  She was actually a little too old for my taste - I enjoyed humiliating older women, but not fucking them - but I figured dad might enjoy her.  My only real concern was whether the two women would even be there the following morning.  After some time to think about it all, they might simply disappear.  Well, no great loss if they did, I thought.  Either Rachael wanted this or she didn=t, and as for Annie, well, she=d probably stay or go as her mother did, but at least she would carry the markings of our dalliance for the rest of her life - or until she could make enough money whoring herself out to afford laser removal of the tattoo.

 

I was actually somewhat surprised to find them both waiting for me, kneeling just inside their unlocked door when I arrived the following morning.  On the carpet in front of each girl was a simple leather dog collar.  Rachael=s seemed to be well-used; Annie=s looked brand new.  My dick immediately got hard, even though it had just received a workout between my sister=s luscious cunt lips only a quarter hour before.

 

AWhat=s this?@ I asked, grinning.

 

AMaster, when my husband and I played our games and he wanted me to pretend to be his slave girl, he would put this collar on me.  I felt it was appropriate to bring it out, and took the liberty of purchasing one for your other slave, Master,@ Rachael replied, keeping her eyes lowered as she spoke.

 

AYou want me to put them on you, is that it?@ I queried.

 

AYes, Master,@ the two females replied in unison.

 

ARachael, look at me,@ I said, gently placing my fingers under her chin and tilting her head.  AIf I put these collars on, they don=t come off unless I take them off.  You might end up wearing yours when you go to tell the school that your daughter is leaving.  You could end up wearing it to work, if I=m not here to take it off.@

 

AMaster, I don=t care what people think.  I=d be proud to announce to the world the fact that I=m your property,@ she said, a wide smile on her face making me actually believe that.

 

ANo,@ I said after thinking about it for a moment, AI don=t think I want you in a collar...at least not a collar someone else gave you.  Why don=t we try this one on?@ I said, pulling a small box from the bag I carried.  It contained a delicate gold choker with a small tag bearing my initials.  She beamed when I fastened it around her neck.  I was just pleased that I=d guessed the size right; it fit snugly, but not overly so.

 

ADon=t worry, I haven=t forgotten you,@ I said to the other girl.  Unlike her mother=s, Annie=s collar was far from delicate or subtle.  A wide, pink leather collar encrusted with faux diamonds spelling out the words, ASLAVE WHORE.@  Before fastening it around her neck, I displayed the words to both women.

 

AIt means exactly what it says,@ I said as I fastened it around her neck, locking it in place with a small padlock.  AI decided last night that Annie=s future will be as a whore.  Her first customer will be here in two hours, as a matter of fact.  Do either of you have a problem with that?@  Both of them looked up at me wide-eyed.

 

ANo, Master, A Rachael responded after a moment, resigned to her daughter=s fate.

 

AGood, because I told him Annie was already experienced.  It=s your job to get her that way.  Here, put this on,@ I commanded, tossing a strap-on dildo on the floor in front of Rachael=s kneeling form.  AYou have an hour and a half to teach your daughter all about sex, and I don=t expect her to have a virgin hole left when her first customer arrives.@

 

ABut, Master...@ she started.

 

ADo it, bitch!@ I growled.  She recoiled at seeing a side of me she=d never experienced before.  Of course, we=d only met barely 12 hours earlier.  She looked down at the dildo, then back up at me, pleading with her eyes.  ADo it,@ I reiterated.  She nodded resignedly and picked the phallus up.  It took her a moment to figure the straps out, but she finally got it attached, the nine inch latex dick bouncing lewdly.

 

ADoggy style,@ I said.  AFirst she sucks it, then she gets fucked like a bitch.@

 

AYes, Master,@ Rachael responded, shuffling on her knees in front of her daughter.  Annie was already on all fours, tears streaming out of her eyes as she opened her mouth and began feebly sucking her mother=s prosthetic cock.  I stepped up next to them, and grabbing Annie by the hair, simultaneously pulled her into her mother while I shoved my hand against Rachael=s ass, causing Annie=s eyes to bulge as she sputtered and gagged.  I held them there for a moment before releasing.

 

AYour customers will expect you do deep throat,@ I told her while she gulped down air.  I gave her two breaths before forcing the two girls together again.  I didn=t expect her to be able to deal with it, but felt I needed to reassert myself with both of them.  Rachael, after all, hadn=t seen the violent side of my psyche yet.

 

AThat=s enough,@ I finally said after the fifth or sixth iteration of the throat-fucking.  AGet back there and rip the bitch=s cherry,@ I told the mother.  She looked a me with sad eyes, but simply scooted around behind her daughter.  AGet that ass up!@ I commanded the crying girl.  ASpread those legs.  I want to see those cunt lips sucking at that cock!@  I was getting so turned on from this that I really wanted to take her myself, but I=d gotten extra from her first customer for letting him be the first to actually cum inside her.  I watched as the tip of the dildo worked its way into Annie=s swollen hole, the labia folding themselves around it.  Annie had very large, pronounced cunt lips; they got even large when she became excited, and I=d never seen her this aroused.

 

AOn the count of three, you can kiss your cherry goodbye, Annie,@ I said, stepping behind Rachael just in case the mother had any ideas of being gentle with this.  AOne...two....three!@ I yelled, shoving Rachael=s ass as hard as I could, slamming her forward with such force that Annie was knocked to her belly.  I pulled them back up so Annie was back on her knees, then told Rachael to continue fucking until Annie had an orgasm.  It didn=t take long before Annie let out a loud squeal and collapsed on the floor, covered in perspiration.  Soon thereafter, Rachael was displaying a dildo dripping with blood and cunt juice. 

 

AWhores clean their customers off afterwards,@ I said, moving Rachael to a position in front of Annie=s face.  AWith their mouths.@  I could see Annie trying desperately to keep the bile down as the wet, blood-streaked latex prick waggled in front of her, but she did her best to please me.  Looking up at me with a forced smile, she lowered her eyes and opened her mouth, taking her mother=s offering.  I could see the distaste on Rachael=s face, too, and decided that perhaps she needed to have a little more girl-on-girl action.  I had Annie alternately suck and lick the cock until it was clean, then advised her to slather it up some more because she had one more hole to be broken in.  Oh, I=ve never seen a girl work so hard at getting a cock wet before!  Of course, she wasn=t aware that I had planned on allowing her mother to apply some lubrication first.

 

I had Rachael scoot up behind Annie and eat her daughter=s ass out, too, getting it nice and wet first.  Although she hated the thought of licking there, she did her damndest to get as much spit as she could as deeply into her daughter=s rectum as she could. She was, after all, the girl=s mother and still had that maternal instinct.  She didn=t want her little girl hurt, and if that meant sacrificing herself, so be it.  Again, this was something I filed in the back of my mind, for potential use later.

 

ASeems wet enough,@ I finally said, shoving two fingers up the girls ass.  AStill, it is her first time.  Here, use this,@ I said, tossing Rachael a tube of lubricant.  ANot too much, though.  I want her to feel it.@

 

While Rachael was carefully applying the slippery gel to her dildo, I presented her daughter with my shit-covered fingers.  ALick,@ I commanded.  Again, I could see the hesitation in her eyes, immediately followed by the resignation that I was going to make her do it whether she wanted to or not.  Slowly, her tongue extended and tentatively touched my finger.  She recoiled, then shut her eyes, took a deep breath and wrapped her lips around my knuckles, sucking and licking as rapidly as she could.

 

AGood girl,@ I said when she was finished, drying my hands off on her hair.  AOkay, time to take that last cherry.  Any words of advice for your daughter, slave?@  She looked up and saw that I was serious.

 

AJust relax, baby.  It=ll hurt less that way.  If you bear down like you=re trying to shit, it might help some.@

 

AYes, mama, I=ll try, but please don=t hurt me,@ she sobbed.

 

AOh, it=s going to hurt,@ I guaranteed her, Abut if you do as your mama says, it=ll be a bit easier on you.  Get to it,@ I told the mother.

 

I watched as the older bitch carefully positioned the head of her strap-on at the now-inflamed and slightly opened rosebud of the younger=s asshole, then slowly eased her weight forward, causing it to slide in a millimeter at a time.  Annie groaned as the bulbous head disappeared, and I could see her thigh muscles tighten as the thick dildo began to slowly slide inside her. 

 

ATry to shit it out,@ I heard Rachael say, and I saw Annie grimace as she bore down, then let out a squeal as her mother took advantage of the loosening of the girl=s sphincter and shoved herself fully inside.  Annie looked up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks, trying to smile through the discomfort as her mother continued her assault.

 

I checked my watch and saw that almost five minutes had passed since the initial penetration; that meant over three minutes of hard, non-stop butt-fucking, and I figured that was enough for now.  I motioned for Rachael to stop.  She pulled out with a loud plopping sound and looked up at me expectantly.  I nodded, and she moved around to her daughter=s face.

 

AAss-to-mouth is another skill a whore is expected to master,@ I said.  The girl stared at me with a forlorn look on her face, but still clamped her mouth shut and shook her head.  AMake her,@ I told the mother, sitting down in a chair to watch.

 

ALick it, you whore!@ Rachael screamed, backhanding her daughter across the side of the face.  AClean that nasty shit off my cock!@  I watched intently as she took the girl=s head in her hands and forced her thumbs painfully into the jaw socket, forcing her mouth open.  AYou=re going to do it one way or the other, and it=s up to you how, you little cunt,@ she spat.  ANow open that fucking, cock-sucking mouth of yours and suck my dick!@

 

Annie was in hysterics now, unable to control her own body.  Her mouth flopped open, and her mother quickly crammed the plastic dick in as far as it would go.  The girl pulled back, dislodging it from her throat so she could breathe, but at the same time closed her lips over it.  The total look of abject disgust was evident on her face as she was forced to suck, lick and then swallow the shit smeared on the hard latex tool.  I noticed that she=d pissed herself, too; there was a yellow stain on the tan carpet directly under her cunt.  Probably happened when mommy fucked her throat, I thought almost absentmindedly.

 

ALet me see it,@ I commanded.  Rachael pulled out and showed me the dick.  I saw a little fleck of shit on the underside, right at the base of the head, and told her so.

 

AClean it,@ she told her daughter.  This time there was no display of defiance; she simply stuck out her tongue and lapped the bit of feces off.  I checked my watch again.

 

AOkay, it looks like you have a little over a half hour before your date gets here.  Go take a shower and make yourself pretty.  Your clothes will be laid out for you when you=re done,@ I said.  Still sobbing quietly after the abuses she=d just endured, she stood up and padded naked up the stairs.

 

I=d brought her clothes for the evening, actually some still serviceable hand-me-downs from my sister.  A little pink dress with a plunging neckline and a hem that would fall just barely below the cleft of her thighs, matching stockings and a pair of red platform heels.  I knew Annie wasn=t ready for spiked heels yet, but the platforms still raised her heel a good four inches above her toes.  She=d have problems walking in them, but I didn=t expect she=d be doing much of that, except maybe to the car and back.  I had her mother help get her ready, making sure the makeup was just slutty enough to match her attire, while still keeping a bit of the innocence visible.  When they were done, I had Rachael put on her sole remaining dress, and we waited downstairs for Annie=s date to arrive.

 

Annie fidgeted the entire time we were waiting, until the doorbell finally rang.  I Rachael to answer it and invite her daughter=s gentleman caller in.  Rachael didn=t recognize him, but Annie sure did: Buck, one of the school=s janitors, a fat, sweaty man with a complexion as black as the night.  He smiled broadly, showing the gap between his front teeth as he spied his Adate@ for the night.

 

AHi, baby.  I never woulda though a you as a ho, but I guess you is at that!@ he exclaimed.  ATwo hunerd apiece, right?@ he said, looking at me.

 

APay the older one,@ I said.  AShe takes care of the money for me.@

 

AWhatever you says, boss,@ he shrugged, peeling off ten fifty dollar bills.  ADat=s fo five of us, all night long, whatever we wants, right?@

 

AAs long as she=s back by eight in the morning, and no damage to the merchandise.  Bruises are okay, but I expect her to have all her teeth, no new markings or piercings, and I don=t want to get her back knocked up,@ I warned him.  Annie looked up at me with true fear in her eyes for the first time.

 

AJust do what you=re told, and everything will be fine,@ I told the girl, taking her hand and placing it in the janitor=s large, calloused paw.

 

AC=mon, bitch, we gots us some partying to do!@ he said, dragging her out of the house.

 

Rachael stared out the door, a concerned look on her face, as her daughter was led outside into the man=s car.  Even from this distance, you could see her bare ass whenever she stumbled; he was walking at a fast pace, and Annie had only one hand to keep her dress down.

 

AShe=ll be okay,@ I told her, closing the door.  AMost of what just happened was intended to scare her, nothing more.  All they=re going to do is fuck her, nothing more than what you just did, except she=ll probably be on her back most of the time instead of on her knees.  Only one of Buck=s friends even bothers with ass-fucking.@

 

AThen why...@

 

AWhy did I have you abuse your own daughter like that?  Because I could,@ I said bluntly.  AI was testing both of you.  I wanted to see if you were truly obedient, and whether you had the ability to dominate your daughter.  You passed on both accounts.@

 

ASo are you going to fuck me now?@ she asked bluntly.

 

ANo.  You=re a little too old for my taste, though I might use your mouth occasionally.  What I do plan on using you for is to pimp out your daughter,@ I told her bluntly AMaybe my dad might like a piece of ass, though.@  She slumped down, an abject look on her face as I explained what I had planned.

 

Between her two regular jobs - we still had to find her the second one - and being her daughter=s pimp, she wasn=t going to have much free time.  That didn=t really concern me much, though; slaves don=t get days off.  I set up a separate phone line in her house, this one with an answering machine.  If she was home when it rang, she was to answer it, no matter the time of day or night.  If she was out, she was to check the messages as soon as she got home.  I provided her with one of those planner books people use to schedule appointments; as people called, she was to set them up with 45 minute sessions with Annie.  Each session was fifty dollars, and she was to be both scheduler and  cashier.  If anyone wanted Annie longer than that, it was an additional hundred per hour.

 

I never did fuck either Annie or her mother, though I kept them for two more years.  Annie became quite popular within certain circles, particularly the ass-fucking crowd.  Most whores charged extra for that, but with Annie it was all included.  She never did get that hotel job, but the money she was making for me was too good to pass up.  As for Rachael, my dad tried her out a couple of times but wasn=t all that excited about her.  Like me, he still preferred the younger ones.  I did allow Rachael to make a bit of side money by whoring herself out; since she was doing this on her own, I let her keep a couple of dollars whenever someone paid to fuck her. 

 

Truthfully, though, I tired of both slaves rather quickly.  If it weren=t for the cash Annie was bringing in, I=d probably have disposed of them after a couple of weeks.  By the time I finally did find a buyer, there wasn=t much left to shock either of them.  I figured that might change, though, because I sold them to some middleman who sent them  bigwig from Saudi Arabia.  He told me the Arab wanted them to keep his guards happy.  I never heard back from him, so I guess they worked out okay.