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Like Mother, Like
Daughter
A tale by Dom
Master...
Chapter
15
Joe woke refreshed and
invigorated, fixed himself a fresh pot of coffee and took a long, hot
shower. Making his way outside, he
put on a pair of garden gloves and cut a handful of stinging nettles from the
edge of his yard. As he strolled
back to the cabin, Joe soaked in the warm sunshine and relished in the beautiful
morning. He knew how lucky he was,
and delighted in the thought of what he was going to do with his pets as he felt
the familiar stir of his cock.
The night had indeed been
long for Carla and Jennifer. Though
the intense burning and itching had faded, their nipples still ached from the
weight tugging on their new nipple rings, and they had indeed sunk to the depths
of despair. As bad as the forced
sex acts they had performed on Joe and each other had been, the degradation of
having to perform for a large group, along with this latest assault, had taken
its toll on their psyche and they were nearing their braking points. Carla
worried continually about her daughter’s well being, and Jennifer had slipped
into the darkness of her inner mind in a futile attempt to escape the
predicament she found herself in.
As Joe made his way down
the stairs, Carla stared dumbly at the branches in his gloved hand and knew it
cold only be bad. Jennifer
shuddered uncontrollably as Joe approached her and flicked her battered
nipples.
“So, Little One, how’d you
sleep last night?” Joe asked mockingly.
Jennifer tried to block
his voice from her consciousness, but couldn’t stop herself from watching his
every movement as he removed the strap which held her gag in place. Drool ran down her chin and dripped onto
her chest as he removed the little cock from her mouth. Turning her head, she watched as he
reached behind her and undid the leather strap across her back, which had held
her upright. Off balance, she
leaned back, much to her demise, as the chain through her nipple rings pulled
taught and threatened to rip her and her mother’s nipples apart. It was all she could do to compose
herself in order to lean forward against the Plexiglas and save her tender
buds.
“You fucking, sick
bastard!” Jennifer managed to
scream out. “You’re going to rot in
hell for what you’re doing to us!”
“My, my...” Joe
replied. “Little Jenny’s got a
potty mouth. I guess we’ll have to
take care of that.”
Jenny screamed in agony as
Joe’s hands gripped her tits and squeezed brutally. With her mouth open wide, Joe grabbed a
fistful of her hair, tilted her head back, and hocked up a load of phlegm and
saliva and spit it directly into her throat. Gagging and choking, Jennifer tried to
dislodge the disgusting mixture as her mother stared in horror at this latest
abuse.
Carla thought of the
milestones of Jennifer’s life; her first Easter dress, her first day of
kindergarten, her first period, which wasn’t all that long ago. For it all to come to this was just too
much for the young mother to handle.
Her mind reeled as she desperately tried to find a way out of this
nightmare.
With her own mouth still
filled with the hard rubber cock gag, Carla couldn’t plead with Joe. As much as she wanted to beg him to
leave her little girl alone, she could only manage a muted grunt. If she could, she would have asked him
to spit in her own mouth, to piss on her, to rip her breasts from her body. He could do anything he wanted to her,
if he would just leave Jennifer alone.
Jennifer hung her head and
sobbed. She knew they would never
get away. They belonged to Joe and
that was that. She wished he would
just kill them and get it over with, but she knew they wouldn’t be that
lucky. Visions of a life spent
performing perverted sex acts flooded in, and she worried about the depths of
his depravity. Only three short
days ago she had been a virgin in every sense of the word. She had never seen a naked man, or boy
for that matter, and now her butthole ached from the hard pounding it had
endured the night before, and the taste of Joe’s cum, piss and spit lingered in
her mouth. She had licked his foul
sperm from her mother’s pussy and ass, and had even passed his cum from her own
mouth into her mother’s as they french kissed. A shudder spontaneously erupted as the
vivid memories filled her consciousness and she fought back an overwhelming urge
to vomit.
Joe was in seventh heaven
as he unclipped the weight connecting the two ladies’ nipple chains. Grabbing Jenny by her still bound
wrists, he forced her to stand as he admired her fantastically firm body. He’d had plenty of sex slaves in the
past, but these two, and especially the teenaged Jenny, were really special to
him. The first girl he had raped
was only slightly older than her, and the abduction replayed itself in his
mind.
He was 16 and hanging out
at the mall, lusting after all the pussy around him. He had spotted the blond beauty wearing
an especially short skirt and just had to have her. He followed her through the mall for
awhile, keeping enough distance between them not to draw attention, but stayed
close enough to watch the thin fabric of her skirt as it flitted over her full,
round ass. Eventually, she made her
way down the long corridor that led to the restrooms. He knew he had her and he waited in the
quite hallway just in front of the broom closet.
Everything had happened so
fast, be he could still smell the sweet fragrance of her hair. She hadn’t even noticed him as she
walked past after finishing in the restroom, and he had quickly covered her
mouth from behind, pushed her into the little room and closed the door behind
him. The stark light of the
uncovered, florescent fixture added to his excitement and the raw brutality of
what he was about to do. He had
pressed himself against her and pinned her body between his own and the utility
sink as he whispered in her ear, “You make a sound and you fucking die. You got it?” The terrified girl had nodded and
cringed as his free hand slid up under her blouse and cupped her breast. “Keep your hands on the back of the
sink.” He had ordered.
Joe watched himself
through his mind’s eye and remembered the way she had trembled as he cautiously
uncovered her mouth, and how he had expected her to cry out. He had been surprised when she didn’t
and he knew he was going to get to rape this gorgeous, young girl. He had dreamt and fantasized about doing
something like that for a long time, and he had scoped out the broom closet way
in advance. He could still feel the
smoothness of her skin against his hand as he had slowly caressed the insides of
her thighs, and the silkiness of her panties as he ran his fingers across her
soft pubic mound, back across her crotch and up between her ass cheeks. His hard-on had
ached.
He had quickly unhooked
her bra as tears streamed down the girl’s face. She never let go of the sink and she
hadn’t make a sound as he slipped her panties over her hips, down her slender
legs and had her step out of them.
Those very panties were still tucked away in his bureau drawer. He had quickly unbuckled his pants and
pushed them down his thighs before he bunched her shirt up over her well defined
tits. He had spit in his hand and
covered the head of his cock before rubbing it back and forth across the young
virgin’s pussy. After pulling the
short skirt up high on her waist, he had held her tight by the hips as he forced
his cock into her. Though her hymen
had already been broken, the sheer tightness of her youthful cunt had assured
him she was virgin. Her cunt had
gripped him tightly as he slowly pumped himself in and out of her and he knew he
wasn’t going to get to enjoy it nearly long enough. He had grabbed onto her firm tits and
mauled them as he let his weight rest on her, and drove himself as deeply into
her as he could. He had pounded her
cunt without mercy as he called her names like prick teaser and gutter slut, the
worst insults he could come up with under the
circumstances.
As the warm memory of his
first violent orgasm played out, Joe roughly pushed Jenny into the cold shower
spray. Joe remembered how the young
girl’s cunt had clung to him as he reluctantly withdrew. He had grabbed a handful of her hair and
told her as menacingly as he could that he’d be watching for awhile from the
hall, and that she’d better not come out any time soon. As he had pulled up his pants, he took
in the beauty of her trembling ass as she clung onto the sink to keep from
falling. She hadn’t dared to look
back as he slowly opened the door and peeked out to make sure the coast was
clear. It had only taken about 15
minutes, but that single event had changed his life forever, and there was no
going back.
As the cold water streamed through her
hair and across her face, Jennifer’s mind retreated to the relative comfort of
her own fond memories. Memories of
her school friends, whom she feared she would never see again, helped distract
her as the cold water forced her sore nipples erect. She wondered what her friends were doing
right now, and languished over the thought that she never got to tell them
goodbye. She was beginning to
accept the prospect that she would never get away from this lunatic, and was
truly starting to think that she would be better off dead. She was losing all hope of escape or
rescue, and was at the point of giving up.
Her own ambitions were fading away, and were quickly being replaced by
the sick, disgusting whims of Joe the sadist.
Jennifer stared blankly into space as Joe
towel dried her goose pimpled skin, something he generally didn’t do. Joe paid close attention to the area
between her legs and her butt crack, and even her armpits. He left her hair fairly wet, so she was
still cold in the cool air of the basement dungeon. Obligingly, she lay on the table as Joe
helped her up, since her arms were still tied together behind her back, and even
placed her heels in the stirrups without being told. She didn’t resist as Joe spread her
knees apart and secured them in place, even though he let out a lustful moan and
rubbed himself as he took a long look at her vulgarly exposed vagina and
anus.
“Carla, your little girl
here is in need of some discipline for that crude outburst this morning.” Joe
said to the worried mother. “We
can’t have her back talking her master when she’s pleasuring him, now can
we?”
Carla looked on in dismay
as Joe came around to her and began to undo her bindings. Her jaws ached from the long night of
clenching her teeth and the inside of her mouth felt like one giant fever
blister. What did he expect from
them? Were they just supposed to
take whatever he dished out and like it?
Carla stared at the floor as Joe stood her up and proceeded to wash her
off in the cold water. She feared
he would see the hate in her eyes and take it out on
Jennifer.
“Your little piss whore
here’s got to learn some manners.” Joe said rather softly as he towel dried
Jennifer’s mother. “I think her
lack of respect is due to poor upbringing, so I’m going to allow you to make up
for some of your lapse in discipline.”
Carla had not disciplined
Jennifer in a long time. She hadn’t
needed to, since Jennifer was so well behaved. She was the perfect daughter and a model
student, and the thought of having to do anything that might not convey how
proud she was of her was unthinkable.
Joe positioned the naked
mother between her daughter’s legs and handed her a pair of suede garden
gloves. Carla hesitantly donned the
gloves as she tried to make eye contact with Jennifer in an effort to reassure
her. Jennifer stared at the
ceiling.
“Here’s the plan.” Joe
instructed Carla. “You’re going to
take one of these branches and whip your daughter.” Carla grimaced as Joe continued. “You’re going to start on that flat
stomach of hers, work your way across both her thighs, and finish right in the
middle on her snatch and asshole. I
want at least 10 good whacks at each spot.” Joe could see the reluctance in the
mother’s eyes as she stared at the leaf covered stalks. “Either you do what you’re told, or I’ll
go out and cut down a piece of cane, and I’ll fucking rip her to pieces. And I expect to see some anger on your
face. I want some fire in your eyes
for her since it’s her fault you have to do this. If she had just kept her fucking mouth
shut, you wouldn’t be in this position.”
Tears ran down the sides
of Jennifer’s face and into her ears as she took in Joe’s words. She knew she had messed up by speaking
out, but she just couldn’t help herself.
The night had been so long, and the hatred had just boiled up and she
couldn’t hold it in any longer.
What did he expect, anyways?
She deliberately didn’t look at her mother, and wanted somehow to let her
know it was okay. Forcing her legs
wider apart, she offered herself to her mother’s hand. But neither of them had any idea what
stinging nettles were.
Cautiously, Carla picked up one of the
innocuous looking stalks. Though it
was a bit over 3 feet long, the stalk wasn’t especially stiff or rigid. She had been afraid that it would have
been hard, like a stick, and didn’t like the thought of “canning” her
daughter. Even more, she didn’t
like the thought of Joe canning her daughter! It was actually rather leafy and seemed
to have little hairs along its length and on the backsides of the leaves. How bad could this be? she wondered.
Joe took up a position
behind Jennifer’s head and placed his hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the
table. “Get to it.” He ordered her
mother.
Carla bent her right wrist
back and flicked out the willowy branch, landing it across her daughter’s
navel. At first, there was no
reaction from Jennifer, but after a few seconds, she began first to squirm, and
then to thrash about as the tiny, stinging hairs began to produce an intense,
stinging pain. Carla didn’t
understand, so she lightly ran the branch across her forearm to see what effect
it would have.
“You’ll get yours soon
enough.” Joe interjected as he saw the stunned look on Carla’s face. “Now get
back to work, you’ve got a long way to go.
That is, unless you want me to finish.”
A patch of white bumps
surrounded by a bright red rash had appeared on Jennifer’s stomach, and also on
Carla’s forearm. The sensation was
unbelievable. Carla’s left arm
shook in response to the assault of the chemical cocktail injected into her
skin. Hypodermic like nettles had
broken off the plant and were now lodged in her and Jennifer’s skin. “Oh my God.” She thought as the stinging
continued to increase, along with Jennifer’s thrashing.
“What the fuck are you
waiting for?” Joe shouted. I guess you want me to fuck her
up!”
Carla could hardly bring
herself to deliver the second blow, but the threat of Joe taking action seemed
to be the much worse of the two evils.
With her own eyes welling up with tears, Carla brought the branch down
again and again against the taught skin on Jennifer’s abdomen. Not wanting to concentrate the nettles
in one place, Carla had covered Jennifer’s entire stomach, transforming the
flawless smooth flesh into a bright red berry patch speckled with white
bumps. Jennifer flopped around like
a fish out of water desperately trying to rid her self of the terrible
agony. Joe looked at Carla with
obvious disgust due to her lack luster performance.
“Now Carla, you’re going
to have to do way better than that.” Joe informed her. “Get mad. Get fired up! Show me some
anger. Your piss whore daughter
fucked up and now you have to teach her a lesson. So fucking teach her! This is the last warning you’re gonna
get.”
As Carla took aim at the
tender flesh on Jennifer’s thighs, Joe stopped her and told her to pick up a
fresh branch. Her distain for him
had reached the flash point, and she tore into poor Jennifer’s
flesh.
“Tell her what a slut she
is.” Joe ordered. “Let her know where her place
is.”
“God damn it.” Carla screamed.
Not wanting Joe to take
over, she directed her anger at her innocent daughter.
“God damn it,
Jennifer. Why are you such a
slut?” Carla demanded as she
criss-crossed Jennifer’s soft thighs with nettles. The welts and rash appeared instantly as
the tiny needles stung her flesh.
“Give her more.” Joe
demanded. “Tell her she better take
care of her master before things get a whole lot worse!”
“Damn you, Jennifer.” Carla shouted, redirecting her anger at
the young girl. “You’ll give your
master whatever he wants if you know what’s good for you. You’ll suck him and fuck him all night
if that’s what he wants.”
Carla had slipped into a
rage and didn’t even realize she had laid down 30 strokes as she vented her
anger towards Joe on her screaming daughter. It was all Joe could do to hold the girl
down as she thrashed around on the table.
The muscles and tendons in her legs strained hard against the restraints
as the stinging and itching burned deeply into the tissue.
Hearing Carla’s voice
shout obscenities and commands at her daughter had caused Joe’s cock to grow to
the point that he needed immediate relief, so as Carla regained her
self-control, Joe secured Jennifer’s shoulders to the table, reliving him from
having to hold her down. Even
though he enjoyed feeling her struggle, he had something else in mind. Once he had her secured, Joe inserted a
hard, rubber ring into the girl’s drooling mouth, turned her head to the side
and lodged his throbbing cock deep inside.
Jennifer panted and wheezed through her nose and around Joe’s dick as she
gasped for air.
“Alright, dear Carla,” Joe
began, “it’s time to finish the lesson.
She’s got 10 more lashes to go, and I don’t think she quite understands
her duty to her master, so I expect you to make it clear to her. Remember, if you’re not up to it, I
certainly am.”
As much as Joe knew he
would enjoy giving young Jenny a good canning, he enjoyed watching her mother
punish her for not serving him in the way he expected. As exciting as it had been to fuck the
two of them side by side and having them suck his cum from each other’s cunt and
ass, hearing Carla order her own daughter to participate with more enthusiasm as
she angrily whipped her with the nettles was even more
stimulating.
Joe was certainly a
control freak. From his early
teens, after his father had left him and his mother alone, he had taken control
of his mother. His father had
taught him well that a woman was to serve her man, and he was more than willing
to step up and remind her of that fact.
At 15 years old, he had had no qualms about slapping her the way he had
seen his father do many times before.
After all, she had been the one who fucked up and made his dad leave in
the first place. His mother had
quickly taken a subservient role to him, and no matter how filthy the names he
called her were, especially when his friends were around, she would always
respond submissively, and would even give his friends hand-jobs when he told her
to. Some of them had wanted to fuck
her, and he was sure she would have done it, but the thought of his friends
doing his mother was just too gross and he wouldn’t let them. He did make her let them watch her take
a shower once, and they had jerked off on her clean panties and bra before she
got dressed.
Jennifer’s stomach muscles
ached and her thighs were cramping from being drawn so tight in an effort to
ward off the incessant burning and itching. While not near as painful as the venom
in her nipples had been, it was still tormenting and she felt she had lost
control of her lower body. And with
Joe’s fat dick in her mouth, she was having trouble breathing and found herself
choking on her own saliva and Joe’s pre-cum. She fought to relax for fear of
strangling, but as much as she wanted to, she could not block the intense
sensation permeating across her stomach and down her thighs. She also couldn’t understand what was
happening to her mother. It was
almost as though she blamed her for not wanting to satisfy this monster. Being told to fuck and suck a rapist by
the person she trusted most in the world was hard for her to accept. And the way her mother had whipped the
nettles against her skin in a blind rage made Jennifer wonder if maybe she had
done something to actually deserve this punishment. After all, her own mother had called her
a slut, and right now she would much rather have Joe inside her than to be
whipped any more, so maybe she really was a slut. She began earnestly sucking on Joe’s
dick hoping he would see how hard she was trying to please him so that he might
stop her punishment early. She
couldn’t even imagine what the nettles would do to the delicate flesh between
her legs.
“Let’s get on with it,
Carla.” Joe interrupted the women’s thoughts. Your little slut daughter here’s trying
to suck my cum out. What do think
of that? I think she’s just trying
to get out of her lesson. What did
she call me? A fucking, sick,
bastard? I don’t think either of
you realize you could just as easy be dead now. There were plenty of people at that
party last night who would have paid good money to snuff both of
you!”
The threat wasn’t wasted
on Carla. She looked down at her
daughter desperately sucking on this lunatic’s cock as the welts on her flawless
skin continued to rise. Picking up
a fresh branch, she slowly slid it across Jennifer’s hairless pubic mound and
drew it between her labia and even applied a downward pressure as it grazed
across the young girl’s battered anus.
“May as well get this over with.” She thought.
“Jennifer! You suck
Master’s cock.” She said as she slapped the nettles against the outer folds of
Jennifer’s pussy. “Use your
tongue. Suck it right!” She commanded as the nettles smacked
against tender flesh between her vagina and anus. Quit squirming or I’ll give you
20!”
Jennifer sucked feebly as
the nettles dug into her most sensitive areas. Joe had grabbed a fistful of her hair
and was fucking her mouth deeply as every muscle in her body tensed up in a
futile effort to block the overpowering sensations. She lost count as her mother continued
to bring down more and more of the evil nettles, imbedding them deeply into her
flesh. She began to drift off as
the hard cock blocked most of her air, and her nose was unable to keep up with
the demand.
Joe had matched Carla’s
rhythm two to one as he fucked his prick in and out of her daughter’s
throat. With one hand holding the
side of her head down against the table and the other on her throat, he pumped
deep and hard through the rubber ring in Jenny’s mouth. Carla continued to shout obscene
commands at her daughter as she covered Jennifer’s crotch with welts. As the distraught mother finished the
tenth lash, Joe drained his sperm into her daughter’s throat. When he withdrew, he left the rubber
ring in place and as the girl’s thrashing reintensified, her gurgling on his cum
mixed with her desperate moaning, and cum bubbles appeared under her nostrils as
the thick fluid was forced up through her sinuses.
“Jesus Christ. Look what you did.” Joe smirked at Carla as the two of them
stared transfixed on the writhing girl.
Carla looked on numbly as
Joe bound her wrists behind her back.
“You hesitated a couple of
times there, but all in all, you did good.
I expect my slaves to respond without question and I never want to have
to repeat a command to you. From
now one, you only get one chance.”
Joe continued as he positioned Carla on a table next to her daughter’s,
secured her legs wide and her shoulders tight.
“I’m going to give you
double, just so you don’t forget.”
Joe stated dryly.
Carla braced herself for
the inevitable, but there was simply no way for her to deal with the
overpowering anguish. Her stomach
was quickly devoured, and soon her inner thighs added to her misery. Joe took a break before laying into her
cunt and she realized the extent of suffering she had just bestowed upon her
precious child. She knew it would
have been worse on both of them had she not cooperated, but she would never be
able to forgive herself, and took the pain and itching eating away at her flesh
as just reward. She actually
anticipated the remaining punishment and believed she deserved every bit of
it. What she didn’t anticipate was
Joe folding a thin portion of a fresh branch over a few times, forming a nine
inch long spear about 2 inches thick, and pushing it inside of
her.
The stiff nettles scrapped
the soft tissue lining Carla’s vagina which responded immediately by swelling,
and only served to imbed even more of the sharp needles, and their chemical
contents, deep into her moist flesh.
Carla struggled to catch her breath and hardly realized that she was
screaming at the top of her lungs.
Inspired by the intense reaction, Joe fashioned a smaller version and
sank it about three inches into her ass.
Though the memory of her
painful nipple torture was still vividly fresh in her mind, this new assault was
competing to be most excruciating experience of her life. Childbirth wasn’t even close. Her senses were overloading and her
entire body, from the waist down, felt as though she had been dipped in an acid
bath. Every agonizing second seemed
only to add more fuel to the fire until she was completely seething in
pain. The muscles in her vagina and
anus clenched and spasmed involuntarily, gathering more and more
nettles.
Joe knew the nettles would
not cause permanent injury, but he was growing somewhat concerned about
Carla. He had never put them inside
anyone before and wondered if he should pull them out. After all, he would hate to damage his
new toy before it was properly broken in.
He looked on in fascination as the pain contorted the young mother’s
face. He felt his well conditioned
dick begin to stir as he watched her swollen sphincter clench down on the
offending branch over and over.
“Wow! That’s got to hurt!”
He said to no one in particular.
Knowing the pain and
itching would build on their own for the next hour or two before beginning to
subside, Joe reluctantly withdrew the makeshift dildos from Carla’s openings,
making sure to rub them against the soft folds of her labia and the little space
between her cunt and ass. He even
swiped the one out her ass down along her butt crack as far as he
could.
“This should keep the two
of you occupied for awhile.” He said coldly. “I have some chores to tend to in town
today and I wouldn’t want you getting bored.”
To be continued …
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