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Like Mother, Like
Daughter
A tale by Dom
Master...
Chapter
4
Joe woke early, checked on
his new recruits via the TV monitor, and noticed they had managed to fall asleep
against the sides of their cages.
He decided he’d postpone drilling them on the “commands” until he got
back, since he knew they would have to be punished, and he wanted to wait until
he could devote the proper attention to their discipline. He put on coffee, had a quick shower,
and poured himself a cup for the road.
It took about three hours
to make the trip into town, drop the Impala off at his associate’s scrap yard,
get to his car and back to the cabin.
By the time he got back, he was ready to spend a full day breaking his
trainees. Although they were
already pretty passive and docile, he knew it would take a bit of doing to
elicit the enthusiasm necessary to bring the really good money he’d come to
expect from the sale of his sex slaves.
Personally, he liked a bit of resistance, but his clients did not. That’s what made his profession so
rewarding; the acquisition and training of fresh recruits. Plus, the money was damn good, too. He knew a mother-daughter pair would
command serious bucks, and besides, this was a first for him. He had trained friends, and even sisters
once, but never a mother and daughter.
His dick was throbbing.
“Number 1.” Joe’s voice boomed as he open the cellar
door. Carla and Jennifer had been
apprehensively anticipating Joe’s return to the dungeon. The chain link cages were terribly
uncomfortable, and with the hopelessness of the situation they found themselves
in, their sleep had actually been a series of brief, mental escapes intermixed
with waking and sleeping nightmares.
The anxiety and stress they were under were palpable. Neither mother nor daughter had ever
been what you might call assertive, and they assumed that their best chance for
freedom, or at for least survival, would be to cooperate until an opportunity to
escape somehow presented itself.
“Number 1!” Joe screamed directly at the two as they
peered out between the chain link.
“The slave, body and soul,
belongs to Master.” they read in unison.
“You will respond
immediately whenever commanded. I
thought we established this last night.” Joe barked at the girls. “I guess you want to have this command
drilled into you, so today’s agenda will have to include a few items that will
make this point clear.”
Carla and Jennifer had
lost track of time, since Joe hadn’t bothered to turn off the bright florescent
lights. They at least knew it was
the next day, but had no idea if it was morning or
afternoon.
“Today, you will give me
your bodies and your souls. The
lives you knew are no more; the individuals you were no longer exist. We will take measures necessary to sever
whatever ties you had to those lives.”
Dumping the contents of
their purses onto one of the tables, Joe retrieved Carla’s driver’s license and
credit cards. Another of his
associates would take care of the formalities of closing out her bank account
and paying off any outstanding loans she might have. Resigning from work and withdrawing
Jennifer from school would require taking her into town, but with Jennifer as
collateral, he knew this would not be a problem. He would type up the papers later, and
had no doubt Carla would sign them.
Unlocking their cages, he ordered the two out and led them to the
shower.
“You will wash each other,
and I expect a very thorough job.
You will pay attention to every nook and cranny.” Joe said as he turned
on the water. “Normally, I’d let
you have warm water, but your hesitation this morning has cost you that
privilege. Jennifer, I’ll have
those slut panties now.”
Joe sniffed the crotch of
the girl’s thong, detecting the distinct order of yesterday’s urine, and as he
pushed mother and daughter under the cold spray of water, their skin responded
with massive goose bumps. The water
was very cold, to the point of taking their breath away. Handing Carla a bottle of shampoo, he
instructed her to start with Jennifer’s hair, and work her way down to her
feet.
Carla nervously squeezed
the shampoo into her hand as she looked into Jennifer’s frightened eyes. The cold water ran down the girl’s face,
washing away the flow of tears as she stood timidly with her arms crossed,
covering her breasts. HaHahhhxsdchsdhhhdscsdHa
Her mother then handed the
bottle to back to Joe, worked the soap into a lather, and began to massage it
into young Jennifer’s hair.
Carla tried to use her
touch to sooth her frightened daughter.
She remembered washing her hair as a child, but couldn’t help noticing
how her body had matured. Her
childish figured had developed into that of a beautiful young woman, with full,
firm breasts, a slim waist, and a fine covering of pubic hair. Her hands massaged the girl’s shoulders
and each arm in turn, giving each hand a mini massage. Joe held the shampoo bottle out and
squeezed another dollop into Carla’s palm.
“Work on her tits.” Joe
ordered, as he nonchalantly rubbed his crotch.
Carla’s mind was frantic
as she slowly rubbed her hands together.
Returning to her shoulders, she let her hands slowly slide down her
daughter’s chest, and then she gently cupped the firm breasts in her hands. The cold water had caused Jennifer’s
nipples, as well as her own, to swell into hard nubs, which now pressed into her
palms.
From his vantage point,
Joe noticed that Jennifer was slightly taller than her mother, maybe an inch or
two, and her breasts were slightly larger, but then Carla’s sagged just a
bit. Joe was delighted to see the
young mother being so attentive to her offspring as she gently moved her hands
in little circles, and actually kneaded the delicate
flesh.
“Now do her
backside.” Joe
instructed.
Carla took another blob of
shampoo from Joe, and massaged it into Jennifer’s shoulder blades. From there, she worked her way down to
the small of back.
“Keep going.” Joe encouraged.
Reaching down, Carla
massaged the twin globes of her little girl’s ass, again gently squeezing the
flesh as she moved her hands in little circles.
Jennifer’s mind filled
with conflicting feelings. Her own
mother was touching her in a way no one had ever touched her before, and she
actually seemed to be getting into this sick, perverted act. “What is she doing?” she
wondered.
Jennifer’s eyes flew open
as she felt her mother’s finger tips touch her tale bone. “Surely she can’t do that.” Jennifer
thought, but the pressure continued down into her crack. The confused girl took a step forward as
her mother’s fingers grazed her asshole, causing it to
twitch.
“Bend over and spread your
cheeks. Wouldn’t want anything left
behind now, would we?” Joe
smirked.
Jennifer looked toward
Joe, eyes pleading, for just a few seconds before he grabbed her by the hair and
jerked.
“IMMEDIATLEY!” he screamed
into her face.
“Spread your legs, so she
can wipe the stale piss off your cunt.
I don’t want no after taste for later.” Joe ordered the defeated
girl.
Spreading her feet apart,
she remained bent over with her hands holding her ass apart as her mother’s
soapy hand worked its way between her legs and over her crotch, cupping her
sex. She couldn’t believe her
mother could do such a thing to her as the hand moved back and forth across her
pussy, coating it with more soap.
From her position behind
her daughter, Carla was able to slide her hand up and massage the shampoo into
her daughter’s pubic hair, and she noticed how it was thin and straight, like
her own. From there, she worked her
way down each thigh and calf.
Jennifer was permitted to straighten back up and brace herself with one
hand against the wall, and the other on her mother’s shoulder as her mother
gingerly washed each foot. She felt
like she was 3 years old again.
Thoroughly clean and
utterly humiliated, the mental assault continued as Joe ordered the young
Jennifer to perform exactly the same routine on her mother. Feeling her mother’s breasts in her
hands, and then having to place her hand between her legs and feel her pussy
lips touching her palm nearly sent her over the edge. As much as she loved her mother, she
couldn’t think of anything more bizarre or disgusting. Carla, on the other hand, took this as a
way to console each other, to stay in private communication with each other’s
spirit.
“Your bodies and souls
belong to me, and now I’m ready to partake of them.” Joe stated bluntly as he
turned off the stream of cold water.
To be continued …
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