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Like Mother, Like
Daughter
A tale by Dom
Master...
Chapter
17
Joe had awaken only once
during the night, emptied his bladder into Jennifer’s mouth and fucked Carla’s
still swollen ass, which Jennifer dutifully reamed out.
“Get up and put some
coffee on.” Joe ordered Carla, rousing her from a deep sleep. “We’ve got a big
day ahead of us.
Spooning against young
Jennifer’s body, Joe caught another 10 minutes of contented sleep as Carla put
on the pot of coffee. Even though
she had to pee terribly, Carla didn’t dare, and the sound of the water filling
the pot nearly caused her to wet the floor.
As Joe turned in the bed
and caught Carla’s eye, Carla said in as a diminutive a voice as she could
muster, “Master, I have to use the restroom.”
“Not a problem.” He
replied as he shook Jennifer awake.
“Your little piss whore daughter here will be more than happy to take
care of that for you, won’t you?” he said.
Jennifer stared through
bleary eyes and tried to catch up to the conversation.
“You mother has to take a
piss, Jenny.” Joe stated
bluntly. “Hang your head over the
side of the bed so she can relieve herself.”
Still not sure what he
wanted, Jennifer let Joe move her body into position so that she was on her back
with her head hanging off the side of the bed closest to the
kitchen.
“Get over here Carla.” Joe
ordered
Carla’s heart sank as she
made her way toward her daughter.
“What had she done?” she wondered.
“This isn’t what I meant.” She argued to herself. It wasn’t what she’d meant at
all.
Slowly, Carla made her way
toward her daughter’s upturned face.
As much as she wanted to beg Joe not to make her go through with it, she
knew it would only make things worse.
“That’s right,
“You like drinking piss,
don’t you Jenny?” Joe asked coldly.
“You sure seem to like drinking my piss, anyway. Do you want to drink your mother’s hot
piss?” He asked her.
Jenny could feel a wave of
nausea sweep over her and fine droplets of sweat broke out on her forehead, but
she knew she was going to have to do it.
Resigning herself to her fate, the young girl opened her mouth as her
mother moved into position over her.
The hot jet of dark,
yellow urine burned her throat as Jennifer struggled to swallow fast
enough. Her mother’s stream was
much stronger than Joe’s and with each swallow, Jennifer’s face was bathed in
piss. Her eyes, nose and throat all burned from the strong fluid and as her hair
became soaked, the smell of urine began to overwhelm her. Several times she gagged and puked up
the foul liquid, but continued to consume all she could out of fear of what Joe
might do if she didn’t.
Joe was in paradise as he
took in the scene in front of him.
He had picked up the handheld video camera he kept next to the bed, and
zoomed in close on the pained expression on Carla’s face as she watched her own
daughter choke and puke on her piss.
“Spread your pussy open.”
Joe demanded as he got a tight shot on the stream as it shot out of Carla’s
urethra and into Jennifer’s grimacing mouth. He focused on Jennifer’s throat as she
swallowed mouthful after mouthful, and caught the overflow as it ran down into
her nostrils and bloodshot eyes.
“God Damn, you’re such a
piss whore slut.” Joe said as he went to wide angle and took in the whole
scene.
Carla’s nipples looked
magnificent pushed up and out, with their shiny rings glinting in the light, and
the sexiness of her outfit contrasted nicely with the look on her face as she
peed into her daughter’s gagging throat.
Joe captured every nuance on the horrified mother’s face as the hard flow
became a soft trickle and finally subsided.
“What do think, Jenny?”
Joe smirked. “Whose piss tastes
better? Mine? Or your mother’s?
Carla slowly backed away
from the bed and looked down at her daughter’s drenched face and hair. Piss and puke had combined to form
clumps in her long hair and dripped to the floor in puddles as huge tears
streaked down the distraught mother’s cheeks.
Jennifer couldn’t keep
herself from crying. Even though
she tried, the sobbing just wouldn’t stop and she knew Joe was enjoying her
torment as much as her mother was suffering from it. Maybe Joe really intended to turn her
into a piss whore. “Oh God!” she cried to herself.
Joe sent Jennifer down
into the cellar for a cold shower while Carla prepared his breakfast. When she returned, cold and wet, Joe
ordered Carla to do the same. As he
ate, Jennifer got into the tight jeans and t-shirt, no under things, he had
handed her and upon Carla’s return, she dressed in similarly tight jeans and
t-shirt, and like her daughter, went without the benefit of
underwear.
Joe ordered the two to fix
their hair and find themselves a pair of tennis shoes from his closet. He had many pairs of girl’s shoes in the
bottom of the closet, in all sizes and styles.
As Jennifer sat on the
edge of the bed lacing the blue and white Nikes, she noticed how sexy her mother
looked in the tight outfit. The
jeans clung to her legs and hips like they were painted on, and her nipple rings
were noticeable through the thin fabric of the plain, pastel blue shirt. Her own nipples poked through the soft
pink material of the shirt she was wearing, and the tight jeans, which were
actually made of a stretchy material much lighter than denim, continually dug
into her crotch and made the folds of her vagina very
noticeable.
“Well, ladies, we have
things to do today.” Joe
interrupted Jennifer’s thoughts. “I
noticed some stubble last night that we need to take care of. Nothin’ bothers me more than stubble on
my slave’s pussies, so we’re gonna have to take care of it once and for
all.”
Joe had many business
associates in his profession as a sex slave trader, and had already made
arrangements to have their pubic hair permanently removed. He just wanted to make them feel guilty
for having pubic hair in the first place.
Carla fretted over what
Joe might have them do on the way to wherever he had planned to take them. The thought of having her pubic hair
removed permanently just drove the point deeper that they were never going to
get out of this dreadful situation.
Through it all, she had clung to the hope that he would tire of them and
let them go, but her hope was diminishing by the minute.
Just as Carla had feared,
Joe had Jennifer sit next to him with his cock in her mouth, and had her lean
against them and caress his balls.
She could feel her daughter’s mouth press against her hand each time Joe
forced her head down, and Jennifer’s spit collected around his balls and in her
hand.
The drive to Joe’s
associate’s office took a while, but Joe waited until he had pulled into the lot
behind the office and parked before cumming in Jennifer’s mouth. Jennifer did as Joe told her and swapped
his cum with her mother as the two french kissed. Joe also told them not to wipe the
remains from their chins and led them into the office which, being Saturday
morning, was closed.
Joe’s associate, Pete, was
a burley man with a heavy, pot belly.
He was used to the clientele Joe brought in and was a regular at one of
the BDSM clubs Joe frequented. He
enjoyed performing electrolysis on unwilling participants, and he found these
two to be especially exciting.
Joe sat in a corner chair
as mother and daughter slowly removed their sexy outfits in front of Pete. Jennifer felt herself flush red as Pete
looked up and down her naked body, and felt she would just die when Pete asked
Joe if that was cum on her face.
“You know it is.” Joe
replied. “You’ll get your turn when
you’re done, just like always.”
Pete instructed Carla to
lie on the table and put her legs up in the stirrups. Once she was secured into position, Pete
reclined the table so that her head was very low to the floor and Joe had
Jennifer stand over her, facing away.
Pete then readjusted the table so that Carla’s face was planted in her
daughter’s crotch, and Joe grabbed the young girl and pulled her head down to
his semi-erect dick.
“This should keep both of
you quiet.” Joe said as he pressed
himself against Jennifer’s face.
“Go ahead, Pete. They look
ready to me.
Pete had removed his
clothes was stroking himself as he pulled his stool into position between
Carla’s spread legs. The painful
procedure took over an hour as each hair was zapped with a small jolt of
electricity and tweased away. Pete
was very through and made sure to get each and every one, including those around
her clenched anus. Every now and
then he would place the instrument directly against the tight muscle and zap it
just to watch it flinch, and the muffled screams into Jennifer’s pussy let Pete
and Joe know just how much discomfort Carla was in.
Upon completion, Pete took
his payment and pounded his cock into Carla’s reddened cunt. Taking a tube of KY from the table next
to him, Pete coated two fingers and jabbed them into Carla’s tender asshole
before forcing his cock deep inside.
Pete slapped his open hand against her thighs and pubic mound as he
pounded her ass, before arching his back and spraying his cum deep inside her
bowels.
“Watch this.” Joe said he
withdrew his spit covered dick from Jennifer’s throat.
Obediently, Jennifer made
her way between her mother’s legs, knelt so she could plant her lips firmly
against the now gapping hole, and sucked out the thick load of sperm from her
ass.
“Holy shit!” Pete
exclaimed. “How long have you had
them?”
“Just a few days.” Joe
replied. “They’re born sluts, what
can I say?”
Carla’s hate bubbled in
her blood as she felt her daughter’s tongue slithering inside her butt. Joe knew he had made them do all this
perverted stuff, but was making out like they wanted to do it. She almost cried out in protest, but
wisely decided against it.
“I hate to interrupt, but
you’re next little girl.” Pete said as he released the restraints holding Carla
in place.
Jennifer hated this man as
much as she hated Joe, but got up on the table like she was directed. It took just a couple of minutes for
Pete to secure her into position with her mother straddling her face, and get to
work as Joe fed his dick into Carla’s throat.
Just like he had done to
Carla, Pete was careful to get every little hair between the young girl’s legs,
though there certainly weren’t as many.
And like he had done to Carla, Pete playfully zapped Jennifer’s tight
anus just for fun.
Pete exploded into the
young girl’s ass as Joe filled her mother’s mouth with his thick load, and like
her daughter had done earlier, Carla dutifully moved in between Jennifer’s legs
and sucked the cum from her ass. As
the two men relaxed and chatted, mother and daughter performed a passionate 69
on the hard table in front of them.
With their faces now
covered with each other’s juices, Carla and Jennifer dressed in the tight
clothes before following Joe back out to the car. From Pete’s office, Joe drove for
several hours before pulling into a gravel lot next to a community ball
park.
“We’re going to watch a
game for a while.” Joe told the two sternly. “You’re here to have a good time,” he
continued as he unlocked the glove box and retrieved a nickel plated revolver,
put it under his belt and covered it with his shirt. “Just enjoy and remember I hold your
lives in my hands.”
Carla thought of how she
could break away and run toward the first security guard she saw, but she knew
she didn’t have the courage. There
was too much risk that he would shoot Jennifer. She knew they would go along with
whatever he wanted, and it was killing her inside.
Jennifer was distracted by
the lustful stares of the middle-aged men as they focused on her firm breasts
and clearly visible nipples. She
was also aware of the judgmental leers coming from their wives, as though it was
her fault their husbands were perverts.
Joe found an empty section
a few rows behind a family of mostly boys.
The boys weren’t shy about looking directly at the tits so lewdly
displayed, and dad turned to take in the scene as much as he could without
drawing too much negative attention from the wife, who had already dismissed
Carla and Jennifer as obvious sluts.
Joe worked his hand
between Jennifer’s legs and spread them apart enough to cause the older boys to
giggle and gawk at her camel toe.
Dad shifted on the bleacher bench, rested his elbows on his knees and
continually snuck glances back as mom focused on the game.
Joe watched the girl’s softball game on
the field as more and more of the men and boys around them took notice of the
two sexy females. He got a kick out
of seeing the wives and mother’s reactions as they figured out what their boys
were looking at. Joe leaned back on
his elbows as Carla and Jennifer squirmed under the scrutiny of so many leering
eyes.
Eventually the game ended,
and Joe went to work. As the
players left the field and joined up with their families, Joe the predator
scouted the crowd for just the right victims.
Without warning, Joe got
up and said softly, “Let’s go.”
Walking quickly, the three
made their way back to the car where Joe retrieved a small satchel from the
trunk. From the front seat, Joe
watched intently as a rather large man and a young girl in her baseball uniform
made their way across the gravel lot and got into a Ford F150 pickup truck. As father and daughter pulled out of the
lot, Joe pulled out a few cars behind them and followed at a
distance.
To be continued …
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