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Like Mother, Like
Daughter
A tale by Dom
Master...
Chapter
14
The night dragged on
through an eternity as the venom continued to spread through Carla’s chest. The habanero sauce had made the inside of her
mouth raw and her newly pierced nipples throbbed with every heartbeat. Carla couldn’t find even the slightest
relief as she tried in vain to block the overwhelming pain radiating through her
body. Her thoughts lingered on the
night at the diner, when her world was turned inside out. If only they had gone home to eat. If only they had fought back. If only she had run the car into a
bridge abutment, this would not be happening to her and her precious Jennifer
now. She should have killed them
all when she had the chance. Death
would have to be better than the living hell they were
in.
Jennifer’s mind
fought frantically to block the
reality of the awful situation she was in.
The utter humiliation of her mouth being used as a public urinal was made
more vivid by the constant drip of Joe’s piss coming from the dildo gag in her
mouth, and competed with the extreme physical pain radiating from her
breasts. The burning had spread
throughout her chest and the chain tugging on her nipples made them feel like
they were caught in a vice. She
desperately wanted to block out the horrible situation she was in, but no matter
how hard she tried, the intense pain kept her mind
focused.
Joe lay in bed eating his
dinner as he nonchalantly watched Carla and Jennifer continuously roll their
heads in response to their suffering.
Even though he had just cum, his dick remained semi-erect and he casually
stroked it between bites. Joe knew
he was going to score megabucks on the black market when he finally had these
two ready for sale, but he felt a certain amount of regret that he would have to
give up such a wonderful pair of playthings.
As the night wore on, the
throbbing in Carla’s chest was replaced by extreme itching as her body began to
breakdown the venom. Although the
pain was subsiding, the constant itch was maddening. As much as she tried, Carla could not
take her mind off the sensation, and she would have gladly ground herself
against sandpaper if only she had the chance. Over and over, the question, “Why
me? Why us? What did we do to deserve this?” rang
through her head. Looking at the
contorted expression on her daughter’s face, she knew her darling Jennifer
wasn’t fairing any better than she was.
It just wasn’t fair that the two of them would be subjected to this
abuse. They never bothered
anyone.
Jennifer too began to feel
the burning blend into intense itching as she stared into her mother’s eyes,
praying for some kind of reprieve.
Her mother had always taken care of her, and always seemed to have a way
to make the bad things in her life better.
She knew this was different.
She now saw her mother as a victim, just like herself, and sadly realized
that there was no magic answer, and there would be no sudden waking from this
living nightmare. Her mother was
broken just like she was.
Joe drifted into a
peaceful sleep, drained and relaxed.
His dreams were of all the things he would be doing with Carla and her
beautiful young daughter. His mind
worked to conjure up new ways to make them his own. He wanted to strip away all of their
previous selves, and replace them with a single desire to satisfy him, both
physically and mentally. He would
make them want to please him. He
would make them want to offer themselves to him for any perverted act he chose
to bestow upon them. And he would
make them thank him for it.
To be continued …
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