Mother and Daughter

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Quick note: this is one of my darker non-consent stories. If you need a happy overall ending, you might want to read my other story in progress instead (Anya and the Fighter).

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A pair of harsh, naked bulbs lit the basement of the secluded house – no ordinary house. The owner had converted it into a dungeon of sexual perversion and hell. Small, rectangular windows were barred, letting in the eldritch light of the moon. Outside, owls called as they tracked their prey. Inside the basement, on a ragged mattress on a cold, concrete floor, a beautiful girl lay face-up, naked, her wrists tied behind her back, her ankles tied to the two bedposts at the foot of the bed.

Natalie had just recently started college at the same university as her older sister, Amanda. She was Indian-American, her pretty brown eyes and long, dark tresses matched perfectly to the soft caramel tones of her skin. She had a cute nose that was just narrow enough to provide a gorgeous contrast to the rest of her face. Her face had a natural look of innocence. Perhaps that’s what had attracted Master Gary to kidnap her in the first place.

The man stood, naked except for the dark mask hiding his face, hiding all but his smoldering stare. He looked at the rest of her. Admired her. His eyes lingered on her full, firm breasts with their light areolas and lush-looking nipples. The smooth skin of her belly led down to a fine-haired triangle of pubic muff at the apex of her thighs. That open, totally exposed pink pussy lay bare and helpless to his gaze.

“Please, don’t do this,” Natalie begged. She looked desperately into her captor’s eyes. They were hard, flinty eyes. Beside the bed, tied to a chair, another woman growled.

“Don’t you dare touch her, you sick monster! Let my daughter go!” Master Gary turned to the older woman. She had given birth young, and her big, voluptuous breasts shone enticingly underneath the mixture of moonlight and artificial light. Like her daughter, Gary had stripped her of all her clothing. He had bound her to a chair, her wrists tied soundly to the armrests, her ankles fixed firmly to the chair legs. Rhonda was maybe 37 or 38 years of age, and her body was still absolutely gorgeous. She was all curvaceous woman, her cunt enshrouded by a tantalizing mound of dark pubic curls. Her hair was much shorter than her daughter’s, only going barely to her shoulders, unlike Natalie’s, which streamed almost to the small of her back.

Master Gary loomed over the two captives, a stout, muscular 6’4. His cock stood out, long and hard. He leaned over Natalie, framing her cunt with his fingers. Now he turned to the mother.

“You see this, Mama? This is your daughter’s pussy. Isn’t it beautiful? You gave birth to this girl 18 years ago, and now look what she’s become. A hot, sexy little thing.” Master Gary spit on Natalie’s pussy, rubbing the saliva along her clitoris. Natalie’s eyes screwed shut as she groaned and begged for him to stop.

“You’re a monster,” Rhonda sobbed, her eyes glaring daggers at their captor. “You won’t get away with this! You son of a bitch!”

“Won’t I?” Master Gary moved off the bed and approached a rack along the far wall. Various ‘tools’ and ‘toys’ hung along the different pegs. He took a long riding crop off the wall. It had a tapered segment which flared at the very tip. He brought the crop down with a resounding smack between Rhonda’s legs. The woman grunted, taking the blow to her pussy.

“Does it look like you are in a position to make threats, Mama?” He leaned down giving her an expectant look. Rhonda’s eyes burned with fury, and she spit in his face. The saliva glistened on his mask as he stood up with a dark chuckle.

“You’ve got spirit, bitch, I’ll give you that. I wonder if your young daughter is as feisty as you are though.” He turned back to Natalie, whose eyes were transfixed on the vein-pulsing cock bobbing between his legs.

“Don’t touch her!” Rhonda shouted. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

But Master Gary ignored the mother’s pleas. He spit onto Natalie’s cunt again, rubbing his saliva along her labia, then gently rubbing her clit. He watched the girl squirm with the assault of unwelcomed sensations. At least, unwelcomed at first…

“Please…” Natalie whimpered. She shook her head side to side, her eyes closed. “Please stop.”

Master Gary put the crop aside and allowed his free hand to rove over her young breasts. He loved the soft, doughy feel of them as he caressed and fondled each one. They were so responsive. Her nipples were already turning into little peaks as his fingers caressed and stroked her little joy nub. Suddenly he pinched one nipple, then the other.

“UGH!”

“You starting to enjoy my touch, little whore? It’s OK. Tell your Mama how much you love having your Master pet your little pussy. Say it, girl.”

“No! Let me go!” Natalie sputtered with a surprising flare of courage.

“Let you go?” Master Gary growled. “You ungrateful bitch. I offer you pleasure, and this is what I get? So be it. I’ve tried gentle. Now we’ll try rough and hard and NASTY.”

Saying this, Master Gary picked up the riding crop and slapped it hard between the girl’s legs. Her body writhed as the loud smack echoed in the basement. Her cunt twitched as Gary slapped it again and again with the crop, showing no mercy. He went at her for maybe 10 minutes straight, until her cunt lips were a little red and swollen from the blows. This made them all the more sensitive for what Master Gary had planned next.

All the while, Rhonda had been shouting for him to stop hitting her daughter. She’d progressed to babbled pleas.

“Please, hit me. Do whatever you want to me! Just don’t hit Natalie! Please, stop!” Rhonda cried.

Finally Master Gary let up. He looked down at the teenage girl, her breasts heaving as the girl’s heart rate gradually slowed back to normal. He stalked over to the mother. His cock bobbed in front of her face.

“You want me to have mercy on your daughter?”

“Yes, please have mercy on her!” Rhonda said, her eyes pleading.

“You’re not so fierce now, eh bitch? Where are your threats now? Hmm?”

Rhonda’s gorgeous face crumpled. “Please, just do whatever you want to me. I’ll do anything you ask! Just please don’t hurt Natalie…or Amanda. What…what have you done with Amanda?”

Mastery Gary cupped Rhonda’s chin with a cruel grip. “You want to see your older daughter? Learn to obey, and maybe I’ll let you see her.” He removed his hand and presented his elongated shaft to Rhonda’s lips.

“Let’s show your little girl how to suck cock. Start sucking, Mama, and don’t get any ideas. If you bite me, it will be the last thing you do. My friend upstairs will come down and kill you both.”

Rhonda groaned with reluctance, but she opened wide. She accepted his cock, shoved into her mouth. Her lips pressed around his pumping manhood. She began to suck noisily, slurping loudly on his hard length. His testicles jostled with the movement of his pelvis as he helpfully speared his cock deeper into her mouth, down her throat. Rhonda strained to take in his huge member, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked and cradled him with her tongue.

“Uhhhh!!! Mmmm!!! UGH!” she groaned with him almost completely inside her wet, warm mouth. Her eyes watered as she took him all in. Her chest heaved with its big, beautiful breasts as she gurgled desperately on his penis.

“Ahhh…you’re one good cock-sucker.” Master Gary turned back to the horrified girl tied to his bed. “You see what a whore your Mama is now, girl? Yes you DO.” He turned back, his hand fisting in Rhonda’s hair as his heavy ball sac slapped gently against her chin with each of his short thrusts. She was straining hard now, she could barely breathe. Her eyes watered and she began to choke. Just when it seemed she might pass out, Master Gray drew his cock from her lush lips.

Those lips dripped with pre-cum as he wiped more pre-cum from the head of his cock along the woman’s tear-stained cheek.

“Not bad, bitch. You gave your daughter a good lesson in cock-worshipping. Let’s see if she’s ready to return the favor. Your little girl and I will show you what a proper hard fucking looks like next. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

As Master Gary turned back to the bed, Rhonda squirmed frantically in her chair, making the chair tip sideways as she shouted.

“NO! Don’t rape my little girl.”

Master Gary had already knelt between Natalie’s legs. His bulbous cock-head was poised at the entrance to her helpless pussy. Natalie’s eyes were wide with fear, looking down at the cock which was about to rape her. Then, at the last second, Master Gary drew back. He saw Natalie give a huge sigh of relief. He bent down, yanking the mother’s chair upright again by sheer strength. His biceps bulged as he re-positioned the chair. He knelt down and stared hard into the mother’s face.

“You want to save your daughter from getting raped?”

“Yes, please, I’ll do anything!” Rhonda moaned.

He slapped Rhonda. “Call me ‘Master,’ bitch.”

“M-master, please…don’t rape my daughter,” Rhonda ground out, hate and fear mingling in her gaze, with a touch of defiance simmering underneath, barely restrained.

Master Gary stroked Rhonda’s other cheek, the one that wasn’t sticky with his pre-cum.

“You want me to spare your daughter? Sure, on one condition. You’ll lick her cunt and suck on her clit until she cums in your face.”

Rhonda’s eyes widened with shock.

“No! No…I can’t…that’s so…so WRONG!”

“Stupid bitch, you think you can say no?” Master Gary pinched each of her nipples and then reached down to tug on her pubic curls.

“AAAHHH!!”

“Fine, watch me rape your precious baby-girl then.”

Master Gary returned to the mattress just as the words finally flew from Rhonda’s mouth.

“No, wait! I’ll do it! Please! I’ll do it.”

Master Gary turned with a vicious grin hidden underneath his mask.

“Change of heart? Very wise, Mama. Let’s get you situated.” Master Gary untied her wrists first, but he kept her ankles tied while he re-bound the woman’s hands behind her back. Only then did he carefully untie her ankles. With a hand wrapped around the back of her neck, he pushed Rhonda over to the mattress and forced her to flop face-down on the sheets. He positioned the woman’s face right between her daughter’s legs. Rhonda was now staring at her teenage daughter’s pink opening. Natalie’s labia and clit still glistened with their captor’s saliva.

“What are you waiting for, Mama? Get in there. Get your tongue in her. Lick the little bitch!” With a resounding smack, Gary’s riding crop slammed into the mother’s backside.

Natalie was now looking down at her poor mother, the look in her puppy-dog eyes one of disbelief…but the girl also felt a strange anticipation. The fact that her mother was willing to debase herself like this to save her daughter from something far worse, that wasn’t lost on Natalie. The girl looked at her mother with sorrow and forgiveness.