Phil Phantom story "At the Mercy of a Daughter" (cuckold, rape, incest)
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At the Mercy of a Daughter
By: Phil Phantom
Surviving three days of abduction by a rogue motorcycle gang with her
family intact, sore, but alive, should have been cause for rejoicing,
like standing in the debris field of a tornado, telling a reporter, "I
don't care about all this. I'm just thankful all of my family made it
through."
Donna should have felt that way on the ride home in their motor home,
but she didn't. She didn't because she no longer felt a part of this
family. Her family - husband, daughter, and three sons - were now like
gang members who had split off from the main pack, leaving their bikes
to return the bitch.
Donna spoke to no one and no one spoke to her. She lay in the rear
bedroom with the door closed. She didn't know what they were saying
about her, but they knew to leave her be. If they were talking to each
other, they were being quiet.
Donna had no way of knowing, but the gang was not in a social or
talkative mood, each gone to their own space, thinking, feeling badly,
wishing they had exercised more restraint, each wishing they had acted
differently, each feeling like a coward and a traitor in the face of a
life-threatening danger. No one felt worse than Bob.
The trip to the desert was his idea, and dirt-biking with his boys was
his passion. When the bikers showed up, he should have laid down his
life in a bold attempt to get them to move on, try fucking with a
family who had no hero, easy pickings. Donna had every right to hate
him and want to be free of him.
Sherry, the oldest child at seventeen, vented a great deal of
repressed sexuality and frustration on her victimized mother. Sherry
was first to see a way to save her own lovely skin by joining the
gang. She wished she had truly been accepted and been given a place on
the back of a Harley Hog. Had she known her membership was just for
the party, had she known she'd have to return to the bosom of her
loving family, her mother in particular, she never would have done
those things to her. Hell, Sherry was sure they'd kill her mother, so
what did it matter. The others thought the same thing.
Tom, the oldest boy at sixteen, felt as badly as his father. He should
have been a hero instead of a mother fucker. Is there anything lower
than a cowardly mother fucker? He didn't think so.
John, at fourteen, didn't think so, either. He couldn't believe he did
that, or did it for three days, night and day, seventeen times in all,
all three holes - five times in her mouth, four in her ass, seven in
her pussy. At least he wasn't as bad as Tom or Randy.
Randy, the youngest at twelve, felt like Sherry. He was sure their
mother would be wasted, snuffed. He'd only get this one chance to do
everything he ever dreamed of doing to a sexy woman who couldn't do a
damn thing about it, never dreaming he'd have to go back to San Diego
and live with her afterward.
Rufus, the family Black Lab laid under the table, exhausted, thinking,
"The bitch ain't half bad for a human. Who'd a guessed. Ain't no dog
bitch ever suck my dick. I sure am glad they didn't waste that cock
sucking bitch. Glad I didn't play hero. I wonder why she wouldn't let
me in the room with her. I'll bet I get to sleep on the bed, now.
Hell, I'll lick her pussy. I'll lick it all she wants if I get to
sleep on the bed. Who am I kidding. I'll lick that pussy even if I
have to sleep outside. That ain't bad pussy, not bad at all. Sure
beats Fe Fe's butt."
Donna didn't know how she could ever face them all, not after all
they'd seen and done. Sure, they were all acting on survival
instincts, and there wasn't a hero among them, not even the family dog
- the cowardly mutt - hit of the party. Donna groaned at the flood of
disgusting memories. She thought, "How can a wife and mother return to
being a wife and mother after being a dog's bitch - not bitch, a dog's
slut."
At first, Donna didn't think they'd kill her if she gave them what
they wanted. They wanted to see a woman, a wife and mother, act like a
mutt's slut in front of her family. Donna had to draw on her
imagination, but actually getting down to doing the acts she imagined
was the toughest thing she ever did. Even after she was sure she'd end
up dead meat, by then, it didn't matter. She continued being a mutt
slut to avoid the torments of a slow, agonizing death by torture,
usually at the hands of one of her own family members, Sherry in
particular. Sherry was the enforcer. When the time came, Sherry would
be the executioner. All indications were that Sherry would enjoy the
gruesome task and take her sweet time.
Sherry felt awful about that. As the enforcer, she got into her role
early on. Her mother's lovely, sexy, blemish-free body would bear the
scars for the rest of her life. Her nipples may never recover, and her
pussy will probably never sprout hair again, hair yanked out by the
roots with pliers, hair needed to mask the scars from a thin metal
whip made from a radio antenna. Sherry thought for sure they'd be
wasting her, so what was the harm. So what if she suffered. When you
die, all fades to black. There's no God, Heaven, no Hell. Ashes to
ashes, dust to dust. A mother is just a mass of living tissue sending
impulses to the brain. The brain is just an organ. Personality is just
an illusion. That mass was her mother, that's all.
Bob hated himself. He truly loved that gorgeous mass of tissue, now
terribly scarred and hurting, feeling used, misused, abused, alone and
abandoned. With that thought he took the next exit and found a place
to park where Rufus could go wet a tree.
He called the kids out and drew them off to the front of the coach. He
looked to each sad and sorry face, then said, "Look, we all did what
we did to survive. I think your mother realizes that. We have to begin
the healing process. We have to make amends and restore her to her
proper place and help re-establish the dignity she needs to carry on."
Sherry broke down, saying, "Maybe you guys only did what you had to do
to survive, but I tortured her, and most of the things I did, no one
made me do. I just did them because it made everyone laugh. I was all
set to kill her, and I wanted to do it slow. She hates me, now."
Bob placed an arm around her and hugged her close, saying, "She'll get
over that, Sherry. You are her daughter and her first born child. You
were under great duress. You got caught up in the decadence and went a
little crazy. If she doesn't see that now, she will eventually."
"She never will, Daddy. I'm a monster. I don't deserve to live. I sure
don't deserve a mom like her. Just leave me here. She'll be happier
without me in the family."
Tom and his father were of like mind on most things. This was no
exception. He hugged his big sis from the other side, saying, "You
don't know Mom if you feel that way. Dad's right. She'll forgive and
forget, and there's no way she'd let you live on the street. You're
family. You'll always be family. We're the ones who have the most to
atone for. We used her sexually. We took advantage of her. We
committed incest, over and over again."
Sherry said, "I did that, too, and not just with Dad and you guys. I
used her more than any of you. I made her drink my piss. That's all
she got to drink for three days in the dessert, my piss, and I made
her suck it out while I whipped her. You don't forget or forgive that.
How could she? Every time she looks at me she'll remember and get
sick. Having me around will remind her that she used to be a toilet.
John, get your hand out of my crotch. I'm not in the mood, you fucking
jerk."
Bob looked behind Sherry and slapped John's hand away, saying,
"Damnit, John, your sister is not a sexual playing, and we're not out
in the desert with a biker gang."
He looked hurt and confused as he said, "So, she's not a virgin no
more and she likes it."
"She may like it when she's in the mood, but you heard her. She is not
in the mood. We may have broken the incest barrier out there, but a
woman still has the prerogative. You'll know if and when she gets in
the mood. Until then, you treat her with respect."
Sherry smiled to her Daddy, a sexy smile. She liked that message that
implied sex between her and the boys and her and her father could
continue if she wanted it to. That painted a whole new picture and
brought new possibilities. She began to see where it might be possible
to share a home with a woman who was angry with her but wouldn't force
her out in the street no matter what she did. If four out of five
wanted her to stay, she could even feel welcome.
She batted her eyes at the main guy and said, "Thank you, Daddy. You
do understand. I promise, I will be in the mood again, just not right
now. I won't be shy anymore, and I won't object to any of you trying
to get me in the mood. You just have to go slow and pick the right
time. You guys will learn what works and what doesn't; and Daddy, I'm
sure you already know. You could get me in the mood whenever you want
to. You should give them pointers, like no grabbing."
Sherry could see she'd made a big score with the papa bear by telling
him in an off-hand way that he could have pussy whenever he wanted.
Her father wasn't the best fuck at the camp site or even in the
family, but he sure liked fucking her. He did not relish the idea of
giving up fucking that young pussy, and said, "I'm glad you feel that
way, Sherry. In light of all we've done, it would be difficult if not
impossible to return to a normal home life. As long as you're
agreeable, I'd be happy to teach them good seduction techniques."
"I'll help you. Together, we can make them experts that can score off
any chick."
Tom was quick to say, "Would those techniques work on Mom?"
Everyone looked to Tom, and each was wondering. They weren't looking
at him like he were a pervert or an idiot. They were looking at him
like he had something there and was the first bright mother fucker to
think of it. After a pregnant pause while they stared deep in thought,
Tom said, "Well, do you think it would?"
Bob said, "I suppose they'll work on any female."
Sherry said, "I'm sure they would."
Tom said, "Great, because I like being a mother fucker. I want some
more."
Randy chimed in, "I'll second that. Mom is a great piece of ass."
John said, "I'll say. Even sloppy hundredths with a bloody pussy was
pretty good. Are you saying you won't mind, Dad?"
"If she'll let you, why should I mind. Before you boys start gang
seducing her, we need to give her a chance to get settled in and put
all this behind her, at least what she can put behind her. She needs
time to heal, physically and mentally. What she needs now is love,
affection, tenderness, and a feeling of being part of this family
again. The only hero to emerge from that ordeal is your mother. She
needs to feel like the hero who saved us. Right now, she feels like
the lowest filth on Earth. I'm sure she feels like a bitch slut and a
toilet, even a whore. I think we'll know when she is ready to deal
with seduction attempts. I can assure you that any that go premature
will fail with disastrous results."
Sherry said, "Dad is right, and he has an excellent plan. I'll help
you guys all I can. As horny as you guys are, I'll need the help. I
think she'll come around, but we have to do like Dad said. She's our
hero. She saved us, and there isn't enough we can do to thank her. She
may push us away at first, me especially, but I'm going to keep trying
to win her forgiveness."
Bob said, "That's the spirit, Sherry. Your mother has the biggest,
softest heart on the planet. She is incapable of holding a grudge in
the face of someone asking forgiveness, someone who really means it.
The trouble is, she sees right through bullshit. Guys, I'm afraid you
are all way too transparent to soften her up. I think Sherry has the
best chance."
Sherry said, "I do, too, Dad. If she'll forgive me, the rest of you
have nothing to sweat. I'm going to start right now. She might let me
in. At least, by the time we get home, we'll be talking. Is that okay
with you, Dad?"
"Try, but don't badger. This is a very delicate time. I'm sure she
needs intimate nursing care. You're the only one who could give her
that unless she wants to wait until we get home. I know she wouldn't
want to go to the hospital."
"Great idea. I'll get the first aid kit. Where is it?"
"Bathroom cabinet under the sink. And Sherry, it wouldn't hurt to
bring her something to drink, something that doesn't emerge from
between your legs."
Sherry smiled her devilish smile and said, "Why, she'll drink from my
pussy fountain when she gets thirsty enough. I'll bet she's thirsty
enough. Can't I say I'm sorry while she slurps piss from my pussy."
"No! You get that look out of your eyes, girl."
"Dad, there is another strategy that might work better on her. The
strike while the iron's hot strategy."
"The iron isn't hot, Sherry. That iron is stone cold, now."
"I disagree. She liked some of that stuff. Maybe she fooled you guys,
but she didn't fool me. She loved everything with Rufus, and she loved
all the incest. I'll tell you something else you won't believe but
it's true. She loved drinking my piss and eating my pussy."
"You're right. I don't believe it. I know you'd like to believe it."
Tom said, "Dad, she might be right. Mom loved it when we screwed her,
especially when we all three did her at once."
Bob said, "I think that's wishful thinking on your part, too."
Sherry said, "I'm not saying the strike while the iron technique is
best. All I'm saying is it might be best. Either way, the longer we
wait, the easier it will be to put all of this behind her and revert
to her old self. She'll be back to her old self and running our lives
in no time. Nobody wants that, and the sooner we reinforce what we
started out there, the easier this will be for her to adjust to. I
know what she liked and what she didn't."
"Well, you know how she can be if you guess wrong. My loyalties are
with her, just remember that. Push come to shove, I'll stand beside
her. I always have and always will. Okay, except when she needed me
most, but dead heroes are no help either."
"Just trust my judgment on this. Let me feel her out, and then go the
way you see me going."
Bob turned to Randy and said, "Run across the street and get her a
lemonade Big Gulp from the Seven-Eleven. She loves those. [turning to
Sherry] There's your in. She'll open the door for that, just be ready
to play nurse, and please be humble and contrite starting out. If you
come out of the gate looking like you need to piss, she'll slam the
door in your face."
After receiving the money, Randy took off. Sherry said, "I was just
teasing, Daddy. I know how to be. More than anyone, I know what I need
to feel badly about. I know what needs forgiveness. I'll get that out
of the way before doing anything."
* * *
In the rear of the coach, Donna still didn't have a stitch on and was
aware of the lengthy stop. She assumed pit stop to let the dog run,
probably a rest area, but she didn't have the energy to get up and
peek out a window. If she could muster the energy, she was too sore.
Thirst almost drove her to slip into something and into the bathroom.
The bikers drank everything they had, but the holding tanks probably
had water. Sucking from the tap would not be above her at this point,
not after the tap she'd been sucking her fluids from.
Donna thought about that more than anything; that, and the hours her
head spent between her daughter's legs. For three days, her face was
wedded to that girl's beaver. The guys loved it. Sherry loved
thrilling the guys, all of them. The little slut screwed her brains
out and fed her fucked cunt to her mother in every imaginable
position. Donna gorged herself on fuck. All she ate was fuck. All she
drank was piss. For three horrific days, she dined on her daughter
while being whipped for not gorging good enough to suit her.
Of all the indignities Donna suffered, having to act like a famished
lesbian was the worst. Most of her injuries came from not doing it
good enough, often whipped between her legs while lying on her back
holding an obscene beaver with Sherry squatted over her mouth. Then,
there were the times when Sherry sat in a wide beaver while receiving
the service with Rufus screwing her sore, battered, and beaten vagina.
A mother doesn't forget that. Rare would be the mother who could ever
forgive such treatment.
Donna had cried all the tears she could cry and simply laid there
thinking about those things. She knew Sherry had it in her to be that
way, but never dreamed her daughter's macabre passions could be
unleashed so quickly and easily, or so fully without restraint. The
eight bikers no sooner had their bikes turned off when Sherry dropped
her bikini (top and bottom) and sauntered nude over to the one who
appeared to be their leader. She guessed right. They were soon fucking
in the sand in a circle of family and bikers.
Following that obscene fuck, while standing beside her man with his
semen running down her legs, Sherry wore a wicked grin while saying,
"Make her fuck the dog like a bitch in heat."
Donna almost died right there, and that's when things got nasty, and
kept getting nasty thanks mostly to her own daughter. Things never got
nasty enough to suit Sherry. The bikers left calling her a crazy
bitch. Sherry dropped the carving knife in the sand, shocked that they
found her idea crazy and left without her. A girl filleting her mother
alive, that had to be cool, not crazy, not for a Satan's Disciple
biker babe.
Forgiving Sherry would be a Herculean task. Donna wasn't sure she
could, and wasn't sure Sherry would ever ask. She half expected Sherry
to run away. She wasn't sure that wouldn't be best for all. The rest
of her relationships were salvageable, and they could always get rid
of the dog if he couldn't unlearn new tricks. After three days, she
doubted he could, and Rufus was not an outdoor dog. He should have
been, but they spoiled him, raising him like a family member. He was a
family member - too old to unlearn new tricks that he liked.
Getting rid of Rufus was not in the cards. She couldn't demand that
even if he became impossible to live with and continued to treat her
like his bitch. She could picture that quite clearly and could not see
being cruel to the dumb animal who didn't know better. This wasn't his
fault, hers either. Who could fault her for showing mercy, taking him
off and just doing it. After all they'd seen, why take him off. She
could do it in the living room or beside the dining table during
family meals. She could take a break in meal preparations to get down
on the kitchen floor and give him some, to sate his unnatural lust for
human pussy where and when he felt the need.
Donna didn't need to wear jeans from now on. She didn't need to wear
panties, either, not at home. She didn't need to wear anything. They
had seen everything. They had seen Rufus vent his animal lusts on
everything, and seen her respond to it. Who was she kidding by not
playing the bitch when she got back. Certainly not Sherry. Her
daughter knew a bitch when she saw one.
Donna wanted to finger her pussy as she thought about life at home
with Rufus, also life with a daughter who refused to run away or
apologize. The best she could do was writhe her inflamed clit against
the bedding until she heard the soft knock and her daughter say, "Mom,
I brought you a lemonade Big Gulp with ice."
Donna stopped writhing, instantly snapping to the present, thirsty
beyond measure. Slowly, she rolled to her back and sat up, swinging
her stiff legs off the bed. She made her way to the door which opened
out. She unlocked then turned the handle. The door she just wanted to
crack open, opened fully and her daughter squeezed in pulling the door
closed behind her. She had the Big Gulp and a first aid kit tucked
under the same arm.
Donna took the drink, threw the plastic lid off, and gulped big.
Sherry watched and couldn't resist saying, "Sure beats piss, doesn't
it?"
Donna continued to drink while looking at Sherry over the rim. There
was hatred in her eyes, but this hatred was softened by Sherry's
apologetic return look, complete with an unsure smile like one you
make after using an ethnic slur to an ethnic you think you're close
enough with but aren't sure. Sherry said, "Somehow, someway, I intend
to make this up to you. They were right. I went crazy. I'm a crazy
bitch. I know that, now. I'm sick. I won't ever ask you to forgive me.
I won't insult you. You saved us. You're the big hero, Mom."
This was not at all what Donna expected to hear, not from Sherry,
anyway. The term hero never entered Donna's mind. After gulping half,
Donna took the cup away from her lips to study Sherry's expression -
sincere - no bullshit - very odd.
Donna said, "I wish I could believe you."
"I don't expect you to, not after the way I behaved. I thought we were
all goners and my only chance was to become one of them. Call me a
chicken, but I'm afraid to die. I'll do anything to stay alive. I
don't have to tell you that, do I?"
Again Donna studied. Again, she saw no bullshit. She drank some more,
then said, "How do the others feel?"
"Pretty bad. We're all a bunch of cowards. You're the only hero, but
you're right up there with John Wayne. We feel pretty lucky to have
you for a mom. We're all wondering how long we'll have you. No one can
blame you for wanting out."
Donna felt much better if Sherry was to be trusted and being truthful.
She wasn't sure. Donna drank then said, "I have no intentions of
abandoning my family."
"I didn't think you would. I told them you wouldn't, that they didn't
need to worry about that. It's not in your nature to abandon or to
hold a grudge. I didn't believe the part about you not holding a
grudge, but I believe it applies to them and the things they did.
They'd like to believe that."
The motor home began moving and began with a forward lurch that
toppled them both to the bed - Donna painfully. She cried out. Sherry
rolled her to her back. Donna went gingerly with light finger pressure
to her shoulder as Sherry said, "I have nursing to do, so you may as
well relax and let me do this."
Donna fully intended to do her own nursing when she arrived home, but
since Sherry offered and had what was needed, Donna relaxed even
allowing Sherry to position both legs wide after setting the kit on
the night stand and making room on the bed. Donna felt odd being laid
out this way, an obscene beaver spread, but not as odd as she would
have felt three days ago.
After getting her mother in position, the crotch and breasts needed to
be washed in order to assess damage. In addition to dried blood there
was caked sperm, sand, and debris. Sherry needed water, soap, a wash
cloth and towel. She got up to get those things. When she opened the
door, it swung fully open and caught the Velcro stay that held it
open. Thinking nothing of this, Sherry entered the bathroom, leaving
her mother exposed to three heads that peered down the aisle, straight
up her wide beaver.
Donna raised her head to see who saw but couldn't muster the strength
to either close her legs or get up and shut the door. Her head fell
back to the pillow and she waited. She waited wearing a blush, cursing
Sherry's thoughtlessness in leaving her that way. If that weren't
enough, Rufus got curious, saw that messy beaver on his bitch and
decided to help out. His broad tongue made Donna's head come shooting
up.
There still wasn't a damn thing she could do but lay there and watch.
She couldn't watch without also watching her three sons who were now
on their feet and getting to better viewing positions to see something
they'd seen dozens of times. Donna let her head fall back and let the
dog have his way, though this time was different. The enforcer wasn't
making her offer him an obscene spread. To them, it looked like she
did this on her own and was resolved to playing the bitch for Rufus
from now on, no sense in putting it off.
Donna thought about this while trying not to think about that
marvelous tongue that felt great even on a sore and injured pussy. She
thought about the situation she'd be living in. Indeed, there was no
reason to put this off, not if she'd end up being his bitch. They
would soon see her as a wife to their father and a bitch to the family
dog. She couldn't conceal either role. The more that delicious slab of
dog tongue had its way with her inflamed sex, the more she didn't want
to try. The more his tongue dragged across her throbbing clit, the
more she wanted those curious boys in the room with them so they could
see better how a bitch feeds pussy to her doggie lover.
Sherry emerged from the bathroom to see a bitch feeding pussy to her
doggie lover. She held in the knowing smile and moved in, leaving the
door wide open. After setting up her supplies, she said, "Mom, I could
send him out, but I would think his tongue would be better than a
rough wash cloth. They say dog saliva kills germs, that letting them
lick a wound isn't a bad idea. What do you think?"
Donna looked to Sherry and was thankful for the excuse to languish,
saying, "Whatever, Sherry. Do what you feel you need to do. I'm just
going to close my eyes and pretend I'm somewhere else."
"Good idea. Pretend you're lying out at the camp site to get sun only
there are no bikers around. I'll try not to hurt you, but your nipples
are in pretty bad shape. They both need stitches. We have the stuff,
but I don't know how to do it right, and we have no Novocain. Maybe
you should go to a doctor."
With her eyes closed, Donna said, "No. Do the best you can. It can't
be any worse than what I suffered through to make them that way."
Sherry began her delicate procedure as the boys crammed in the
doorway. Donna knew they were there and jockeying for the space. That
knowledge and the dog's tongue had her at the brink of orgasm, holding
it back with all her might. The pain Sherry inflicted helped a great
deal, and she hadn't started with the needle and thread, yet.
When Sherry was ready to begin building nipples from flaps of raw
tissue, she called the boys in to help out. Their job was to keep
their mother's mind off her nipples. Randy and John were asked to each
take a leg and massage it. Tom had the job of sitting up by her head
and massaging her scalp. Donna languished under all this loving
attention though she suffered great agony at times. The boys were
great at distracting her, not as good as the dog, but each did his
part. The two leg men were best, each working to pull her open into
the splits, massaging close to pussy, avoiding the raw areas while
doing their best to open her pussy to the dog's tongue.
Tom did his part by trying to get her to talk. He was the most
bothered by what he'd done. He had to get this off his chest. It
couldn't wait. He explained why he took advantage, how he always
wanted her, how he masturbated while thinking about it, that he had
done that for years, that the only female that turned him on as much
as she did was a super model he knew he could never have, that he had
to go for it. He couldn't help himself. He had to.
This was all very flattering but wasn't helping Donna stave off
orgasm. She wanted to fuck him and put his mind at ease. She wanted to
tell him he never had to hold his lust in again, that if she'd give
the dog pussy whenever he wanted some, she'd do no less for a handsome
son, and if bearing him a child turned him on that much, she'd even
consider that. The other two mother fuckers, by their actions more
than words, told her they expected nothing less from a bitch mom.
Randy even said, "Are you going to let Rufus fuck you after your pussy
heals?"
Donna looked down her front to the pussy they splayed open for the dog
and said, "Yes. He sees me as his bitch, now. I don't see that I have
much choice, do you?"
This pleased everyone, none more than Sherry. They could all see that
she was turned on, but no one expected her to say this, or to seek
approval from them. Each added their approval, even Tom. Sherry paused
between stitches to add, "Mom, you were a great bitch at the dunes.
Will you be that good at home?"
Donna looked to Sherry and said, "Don't you think I should?"
"Sure, that's the kind of bitch Rufus expects, a bitch slut like you
were out there. Can you swallow your pride and be that way without
someone holding a whip over you, making you do it?"
Now panting, Donna said, "I think so. I'll try. You'd like that,
wouldn't you, Sherry?"
"We all would, Mom, even Dad. Nothing gets him as hard as seeing you
act the slut with Rufus."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you. You'd like me getting your father's
dick hard for you, especially that way."
Sherry inserted the needle and caused great pain. This was a cruel
stab that had to be partially drawn out to effect a surface stitch
while saying, "The incest barrier has been broken in this family, or
did you forget?"
Recovering from that pain brought Donna back from the brink of orgasm
and into a dose of reality. She watched the stitch being completed
while gathering her voice to say, "No, I did not forget. I know we
can't turn back the clock or return to being the way we were, but I am
still the mom, and I am not into being lorded over by a child, and I
am definitely not into pain. If you do that again, you're grounded for
three months."
Sherry made the next stitch more carefully, saying, "Sorry. That was
an accident."
"No, it wasn't. I am not a fool, Sherry. I know you love this shit and
I'm getting more stitches than I need. Wrap this up and leave me be or
you can forget you and I ever becoming sexual in this new family of
ours. You may not be into giving, but I know you love to receive."
Sherry smiled and said, "You're right. I love to receive. I'd hate to
give that up. If I be a good girl, will I get that and the other,
too?"
Everyone knew what Sherry meant by the other. They were eager to hear
Donna's reply. Donna thought, then said, "We'll see. I will not be
your full time toilet if that's what you're thinking. On occasion, I
suppose I could indulge you."
"Great. Will you do it the way you did back at the camp site and let
everyone watch?"
"As long as there's no whip involved."
"Fantastic! There, all done, almost good as new. At least your tits
have caps. I don't know if they'll be any good for nursing your sons'
babies, but at least they have something to play with while they're
making them."
Donna examined the job Sherry did. It was better than nothing. The
allusion that her sons would be using them to play with while trying
to make babies was not lost on Donna, nor was the opportunity to set
them straight on that score lost on the mother fuckers eager to hear
her reply. Donna let that opportunity pass. In doing so, she made them
smile.
Donna looked from one grinning boy to the other and finally said,
"We'll see. I have to think about it some more. Right now, I need
rest. Take Rufus with you, and don't bother me until we arrive home."
The kids filed out with the dog in tow, then shut the door behind
them. Donna stared at the ceiling after further nipple examination,
seeing new hope for them. They hurt like hell, and they'd get worse,
but barring infection, she just may end up keeping functional nipples.
Not bad considering how close she came to losing both tits to the
ribs.
* * *
Once home, Donna spent the better part of that first week being waited
on hand and foot. Sherry was as dutiful and attentive as the others,
only she took particular care in nursing the pussy and nipples. The
boys gave massages. They brought Rufus in to do his thing which was
oral sex. He was the only one who could provide release without
causing too much pain. At first, she objected, but she eventually
needed the release and allowed them to decide how often she needed to
cum. Ten times a day became the average. Donna came to enjoy recovery
and was happiest in bed.
Her pussy healed first and healed nicely. By week's end, only a few
scars remained. Her nipples, though far from being healed, were well
on their way and no longer swollen and discolored. She could function
on her own by going topless but preferred to lie in bed.
After two weeks, her stitches came out and her distorted, misshapen
nipples looked fairly healthy, no longer in danger of infection. She
could wear clothes, but didn't. She spent more time out of bed than
in, but didn't do much in the way of her normal routine. She took her
massages in her favorite chair, and she allowed Rufus to lick, but so
far had not engaged in any other form of sex with him.
The family conferred often on her progress and mapped out new
strategies as old strategies failed to yield expected results. Their
strategy ended up becoming the long, drawn-out seduction they had
first discussed. Rufus and her seductive sons kept her in the game.
Had it not been for his lap jobs and their intimate massages, chances
are they would have lost her to a rebound as the wrongness kept
setting in and not setting right with her.
Sherry was also not setting right with her, and the fact that her
daughter and her husband were having sex all through this recovery
wasn't helping matters. Donna grew to resent Sherry and could not
forgive someone who refused to ask for forgiveness or apologize.
Without apology and forgiveness, there was no way of restoring any
kind of relationship. The relationship they had kept festering,
infected by visions of a nightmare in the dunes, Sherry holding a
carving knife to her breast in particular.
Sherry grew impatient with her mother with each day. She grew bolder
with each day she spent serving her father's every sexual whim. Donna
could see what Sherry was up to - theft of a spouse. She won his
penis. That was easy. She now wanted his heart and mind. With those,
she'd have power, leverage, and could not be placed on restriction.
As the boys grew more seductive each day, approaching Donna as lovers
do, their intentions and desires as obvious as their erections,
Sherry's patience grew thinner. No longer needed for her nursing
skills, and never one to administer a soothing massage, she now wanted
her due and never missed the opportunity to remind her mother that
they had a deal as though the words spoken in the heat of passion
while riding home were somehow a contract that she was not living up
to.
Donna felt like a woman adrift on a raft made of perversion, carried
along by a river of sex which emptied out into the sea of lust. She
saw no way out of the river and she had no paddle. Sherry seemed to
see it that way, too, when she took a seat on the arm of Donna's
favorite chair at a time when Rufus did his crotch licking.
Donna didn't like having Sherry see her like this, especially in the
nude. The practice of making a beaver for Rufus whenever he showed
interest began in the bedroom and became habit. She developed a sexual
addiction and lost all sense of shame in opening herself to the dog,
even masturbating with others looking on. His tongue working between
her legs always brought a finger to massage her clit. She always
reached a climax, and her orgasms were the best, each one sinking her
deeper into dependency, rendering her incapable of standing up to
Sherry or getting pissed at Bob. They had their thing; she had her
thing. It was only when Sherry watched her do her thing that Donna
felt uneasy. That still didn't stop her. Nothing could stop her,
because she couldn't stop herself and no one else wanted to.
This time, they were alone. Sherry watched wearing a superior grin,
one that suggested she weren't that pathetic. Donna hated that look.
Sherry watched in silence, then chucked Donna under her chin to make
her look away from her own crotch and into a superior female's face.
When she had her mother's attention, she said, "We had a deal. You're
not living up to your end of the bargain. I said I'd be good if you
did. Well, I have given you three weeks to make good on your promises.
You're all healed now. Everything works. Either you start putting out,
or I start getting nasty. You don't want me getting nasty, do you?"
Donna slowly shook her head submissively showing genuine fear, as
though seeing the enforcer again, which fueled Sherry's passion and
gave her strength. Sherry smiled her wicked smile and said, "No, you
don't want to see me with a whip in my hand, do you?"
Donna shook her head. Sherry liked seeing that terror again. She said,
"You will if you don't start putting out. I taught those boys how to
seduce a bitch like you and turn her into a slobbering whore. You're
making me look bad, like I don't know what I'm talking about. I had
better see an immediate change or I'll tear your cunt up. As for you
and that mutt, enough of this one-sided relationship. He's not your
lap dog, he's your lover. I said bitch slut and I meant bitch slut. Is
there something wrong with your memory? Do you need a refresher
course?"
Donna shook her head emphatically then said, "No, please! Isn't this
enough? I do this all day every day, and I don't try to hide it. I'm
mostly naked and half the time I'm the instigator. I'm even slutty
about it, but I can't be the way I was out there in the desert. I
can't do that, Sherry. I couldn't live with myself if I sank that low.
This is bad enough, and this is as low as I can go."
"Don't tell me what you can or can not do, bitch. I know what you're
capable of given the proper motivation. The only question is, do you
need the motivation or is the threat enough? What do you think?"
"I don't know."
Sherry mocked, "You don't know. Well, we'll just find out, won't we."
With that, Sherry stood and threw one leg across to the other arm of
the chair, placing her crotch in Donna's face. She then took her
mother firmly, harshly by the head and jammed her face in tight to the
beaver. Donna went limp in Sherry's hands and allowed her face to be
fucked the way Sherry did it in the dunes. Sherry smeared her mother's
face from chin to forehead, ear to ear before centering the mouth and
filling her with piss. Donna sucked and swallowed as fast as she could
to avoid any spillage, climaxing on the dog's tongue as the flow
became a trickle. Sherry smiled knowingly and shoved her away.
Sherry left the house leaving Donna alone in the house - alone with
her thoughts. She knew she had to do something, but what. If Sherry
resorted to a whip, Bob would probably let her. Bob might even help.
The boys, they were the key. Though she hadn't given them any pussy,
they loved her, had drawn closer to her, and could be swayed. Lovers
might stand up for her where sons won't. If she won over all three,
the scales would tip in her favor. It would be four to two.
She could also walk out - pack her bags and go live with her parents.
The trouble with that plan was that Rufus couldn't go. Donna scratched
that idea while scratching him behind the ear. He was still licking.
He loved her spend and licked deep to get it. She thought, "bitch
slut, huh." That was a possibility, one that looked more probable each
day even without the threat hanging over her head. There were times it
took all of her will power not to assume a mating position. There were
times she didn't apply will power, like when no one was around, like
now.
He needed relief. It had been days since she had found the
opportunity. She thought for a moment, weighed the chances of being
caught, then patted her belly. He understood and jumped up. Donna
guided his erection to the mark. He took it from there. They were
surprised in the act by Randy and John.
Donna couldn't stop, so the boys took seats on the arms of her chair
and watched. In taking their seats, they pushed her legs back further
making her slump further down. They were thrilled to see her finally
coming across with some pussy. The dog was getting it but they knew
they'd be next, at least not long after she began putting out to
Rufus. Sherry said so.
Tom entered the house toward the end and took up a viewing position by
standing behind the chair hanging over the top. Like the others, he
knew this was a good sign. By this time, she fucked Rufus the way she
fed pussy to him - without shame - rubbing her clit while writhing
under his pistoning cock - enjoying the bestial sex with an audience
looking on though they were feeling her up and discussing her body
parts in the crudest of terms.
The best part was having them watch her reach a climax, because that's
when she really let go and became utterly shameless. While cumming,
she didn't mind the fingers in her ass feeling the dog's cock. While
cumming, she didn't mind being jacked off on or having dicks pressed
to her lips. While cumming, she sucked them, even after.
Tom had come around and gotten his cock in her mouth while his
brothers amused themselves feeling the dog's cock through her asshole.
Tom jacked on his rod while she sucked. While she drained Tom's nuts
for him, Rufus filled her with dog cum. Randy peppered her right
tittie with his load while John (the contortionist) tried getting his
dick in her ass. He managed, but only after Rufus dismounted and went
off to lick his dick, a job she used to do in the dunes.
Donna held her obscene pose while John had his way with her ass. He
didn't last long, anyway. While it did last, she felt as low as a
mother can go without a whip over her. She continued sucking on Tom's
rod while Randy reached inside her pussy to feel his brother's dick.
Now, she felt lower. Randy got his hand fully inside and began jacking
off John, making the two laugh. Now, she really felt low.
Afterward, she laid in the vulgar sprawl and let the boys amuse
themselves with her body. She now knew she could avoid the whip, but
had doubts that she could avoid this life. Her boys liked it too much.
Only one could be considered a lover, and she wasn't all that sure
about him. The other two considered her a piece of ass, and they gave
credit to Sherry for getting some. Sherry really knew her shit. She
knew her bitches. Two against four stood no chance of going against
the strong current. Donna's future looked dismal.
Donna had one chance, a long shot, and her opportunity came that same
day. The boys left and were gone when Bob arrived home. Sherry still
hadn't returned. Donna had clothes on. She was fully dressed, a first
since the bikers ordered her to strip. She hadn't been alone with Bob
since that day. Sherry saw to it by monopolizing his every free
moment. Bob felt uneasy.
Donna cornered him when he tried to make an excuse to slip out. She
physically blocked the door, saying, "No, Bob, you're staying and
we're going to talk this through. Your daughter threatened me today.
She threatened me with the whip if I didn't start dancing to her tune
just like I did in the dunes. She fucked my face and pissed in my
mouth. It's starting all over, and it won't end until I'm dead. She'll
kill me, Bob, and you won't be able to cover it up. She's a sadistic
bitch. She's sick and she's crazy. We must stop her. Together, we can.
If you don't grow a spine, I'm going to the police. I'll lay it all
out if I have to."
Bob turned ashen and slumped into a nearby chair. The thought of
growing a spine frightened him. The thought of jail frightened him
even more. Slowly, he faced the reality that Sherry was nuts, one
twisted bitch, a great piece of ass, but deadly.
Donna saw she was getting through. Relief flooded her. She sat on the
arm of the chair and placed an arm around him, saying, "I want her out
of our home, Bob. She no longer goes to school. She has never
apologized or asked my forgiveness. She is not the least repentant. I
will not share a roof with that evil bitch. I don't care where she
goes or what she does to get by, but I want her out of here today. I'm
going to mother's. When she's gone, call me. If you don't call, you'll
hear from my lawyer. If you can't end this, I can. I will. See if I
don't."
Donna took an overnight bag and left. That evening, she received a
call from Bob stating that Sherry was gone, that he moved her into a
weekly rental motel along with her things. She cried, begged, and
pleaded, but he had warned her that it may come to this. Bob wanted
Donna to come home.
Donna said she would but wanted to see Sherry first. He gave her the
address. Donna found Sherry in the room. She heard the sobbing through
the door. Sherry had wiped tears away before opening the door. On
seeing her mother, she broke into tears.
Donna entered and stood looking at Sherry. For the longest time, they
said nothing. Finally, Sherry said, "Mom, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for
everything. I am such an idiot. I don't blame you for not loving me
anymore."
"I never said I didn't love you. I hate what you do, but I don't hate
you."
"Can you ever forgive me?"
"I don't know. I'm working on it but a lot will depend on you. I will
tell you this, though. If you ever threaten me again, I will cut the
cord forever."
Hope sprang as Sherry said, "Are you saying I can come home?"
"We'll try it, but you must remain in school and get therapy. If
you'll agree to those terms, you are welcome to stay as long as you
wish."
Sherry flung herself into her mother's arms and hugged her tightly,
rocking in a clinging embrace. Donna patted her back, rubbed her back,
and kissed the side of her face. After two minutes of hugging, Donna
said, "Don't tell anyone, but my weakness is ear nibbling."
Sherry wasn't sure she heard right. She broke the embrace to look into
her mother's smiling face. They soon broke into smiles. Sherry, almost
giddy, said, "So, that's the secret."
"Nothing else works on me, but ear nibbling gets to me every time?
That's how I got pregnant with you. When my ears get nibbled, I want
sperm in my pussy. Your Daddy doesn't know that, but your father
does."
"I'd better write that down."
"No, you commit that to memory. It'll be our little secret. Just be
sure your brothers never find out or I'll be pumping out incestuous
bastards like a Pez dispenser."
In great spirits they loaded the car and headed home. Half way there,
Sherry looked to her mom and said, "Say, who is my father?"
"Beats me, but he rode a hog and had a dick like a baby's leg."
They laughed the rest of the way home and were still laughing in the
delivery room nine months later. In all, Donna pumped out eight
incestuous bastards before Randy left the nest. Bob had another set of
boys to dirt bike with, four this time. One day, they heard a familiar
roar from the dunes. Donna's panties got wet.
The End
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