Mothers and Daughters Part 1 - By ATrain (Revised)

[ForeShadow]

I hope I'm not stepping on ATrain's toes here, but she asked me to edit and revise this story a la my work with CrimsonRash (and others), and it took me a little longer than I'd hoped it would.

As with CrimsonRash, this is ATrain's baby; all I did was fiddle with the language and try to expand on certain areas of description and character building.

I hope you enjoy it, and thanks to ATrain for pulling me in! I'm very flattered, and glad to help! You're a burgeoning talent, and I hope to see more from you. ^_^

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Mothers and Daughters



by ATrain

Revised and Edited by ForeShadow



I was in deep shit. The three girls that were kicking my ass right now were doing a pretty good job of it. I could feel warm liquid seeping from my possibly broken nose, the taste of my coppery blood filled my mouth as it oozed from my busted lip, my right eye was swollen and blacking, not tom mention countless other bruises and injuries peppering my broken and busted body.
I coughed and sputtered as another foot caved in my vulnerable belly. I covered my head with my hands and curled into a ball, in a futile attempt to protect myself; they just kept on kicking and punching wherever they could find an opening until finally a voice rang out, cold and commanding, with a hint of sadistic amusement, "Stop... I think she's had enough."
Christie sauntered into the dim light of the alley situated behind West Point High, the school we shared. I tried to lift my heavy head up, my neck muscles quivering with the effort, and received one last, cruel, kick to face for my troubles before the gaggle of girls finally backed off, "Uhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned weakly, as Christie used the heel of her pink sneaker to roll my broken body onto my back, looking down at me with a predatory smile, "You really thought you could do what you did and get away with it, Jenny?" she said accusingly, her voice dripping with venom.
?Y-you did this to m-me?? I sputtered in a weak gurgle, spitting up a little blood. Her eyes narrowed and her full lips parted; she looked like a shark to me from this angle.
?You better believe it. Who else could have?? she laughed as she straddled me, reverse cowgirl, and began to fumble with the buttons on my tight jeans, "And I'm not through with you yet, fucking whore bitch..." Christie spat as she unzipped and then pulled my down jeans, slidding them over the curve of my hips, and down my long legs. Whenever I would weakly protest, or try to grab her, she would just raise her pert, rounded bum, and drop it heavily onto my already battered and worked over stomach, causing me to spit and choke some more.
"Watch this girls... I'm going to show you the proper way to shut up a loud mouth," she cooed, as she next took off my white panties, and stood up. Reaching under her short denim skirt, she slid her own black panties down and carefully removed them, throwing mine down on the ground in front of her. Squatting over them she grimaced slightly, before sighing, as a yellow stream of pungent unrine poured down onto my crisp, white, panties, staining them. The other girls stood by and watched, some fidgeting uncomfortably, and others licking their lips intently, as she picked up the yellow soaked garment and straddled my chest again.
I could almost make out her naked snatch in the shadows of her short skirt, and tried to turn away, but she grabbed me roughly by the cheeks, and roughly squeezed, forcing my swollen lips open, and, as I tried to protest, she shoved the filthy, stinking, cloth in my mouth; foul acidic liquid washed over my tounge as she squeezed the bunched up panties, as I tried desperately to supress my gag reflex, ?I really didn?t want to call on my friends but you were worth it. All you had to do was play by my rules, sit down, shut up, and be ignored, and we'd have been fine. But, on no... you just had to try and be Ms. Popularity West Point High,? she paused in the middle of her monologue to grab my shirt and pull me up to her face; I could feel her hot breath against my busted face; it was like peppermints and pizza, and mixed with the vile taste of her urine in my mouth, I felt even closer to vomiting, but I held it in, knowing I'd choke if I didn't, and listened helplessly, ?All you have to do now is fall in line with all the other new girls and stay out of my way. Understood?? I stared at her, barely lucid; I couldn't tell if this was really happening or if it was just a horrible nightmare at this point, ?UNDERSTOOD? she yelled shaking me insistantly by my collar.
Slowly I nodded my head in acknowledgement and she released me. I slumped back onto the ground with a dull thud, feeling like 20 pounds of shit in a 10 pound sack. Christie stood up and cleared her through, working up a big lougie, which she spit on me; a final, parting, insult; before she sauntered off to join her group of savage friends, her tight ass moving exaggeratedly from side to side, as if waving goodbye. I slowly, rolled over onto my side, and spit out my soiled undergarments, pushing myself up on one elbow so I can vomit a small amount of urine and blood I'd swallowed onto the wet ground beside me. I looked up at the group, barely lucid, and a sudden wave of anger and resentment washed over me. Even though I knew better than to tempt fate after such a horrible, vicious, beating, I couldn?t help but yell after them, in my weak, gurgling sputter, ?B-Bet you couldn?t beat me in a real fight... fucking coward bitch!?
Christie and the girls paused at the mouth of the alley, as she slowly turned, crossing her arms, and sighing with disappointment, "... You really don't know when to give up do you, you stupid, stupid, whore?"
With that they swarmed down the alley and resumed beating, kicking, and punching, and this time Christie joined in. The last thing I remember is her pink sneaker coming down on my face before I blacked out.

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I awoke to the wet splash of the sprinklers on the lawn in front of what I recognized to be my own house, to see my Mom?s car pull up into the drive way. The door flew open and she jumped out of the car, running to my side, and slidding to her knees in the wet grass, shouting ?Oh my God, Jenny, what happened, what happened!?!?
I couldn?t answer, I was just to relieved to see her, and so tired and sore; my eyes fluttered slightly as I let myself drift back into sweet unconsciousness, letting the inky blackness take my pain away.

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When I next woke up, I was looking into my Mother?s concerned, hazel, eyes. She was what you might call a 'hot momma', and I had always admired her beauty. She still looked fantastic at 36 years old; standing around 5?5, and weighing about 130 pounds, she had envy invoking 36DD breasts, which I hoped would be in my future as well. My mother had long, lusterous, jet black hair which framed a sultry, exotic looking face; sharply defined cheekbones, pouting lips, almond eyes, and thin, arching, eyebrows. She was a woman to be admired.
She sat over me, dabbing my face with a wet cloth, soothing my bruises and cuts; her sizable breasts dangled overhead in a lowcut shirt, revealing a deep chasm of cleavage; she'd probably just gotten back from another date, ?How long was I out? I questioned; my voice was hoarse and my throat raw from when I'd vomited back in the alley.
?A couple of hours, Honey...? she replied, soothingly, rewetting the cloth and dabbing it on my blackened and swollen eye. I tried to sit up but she gently pushed me back down cupping my face tenderly with her soft hand ?Stop... the Doctor said you needed to take it easy," she cooed softly and reassuringly, but then her tone changed and her eyes narrowed, "Tell me who did this to you."
A chill ran down my spine. I knew my Mother, and I could see the anger in her eye?s as she stared down at me. The was going to get out of control, "I-it was some girl at school... she hired some thugs to come kick my ass...? I sputtered nervously. My mother stared at me for a couple of seconds, asborbing this information, before slowly rising to start pacing back and forth on the living rooms hardwood floor.
"Tell me specifically which bitch couldn?t fight her own damn battles, and hired other fucking people to do it," her voice was irritated and impatient, her arms crossed behind her back, as she tapped her finger against her palm, filled with nervous energy she had no output for; her irr rising.
I gulped, ?She did help them Mom,? I said making a pathetic try at humor, she just looked down at me angrily tapping her foot like she usually did before she hit me. My eyes darted back and forth from ther face to her right hand, as she clenched and unclenched her fist, ?Calm down Mom... it was Christie from down the street," I weakly offered up, trying to diffuse the situation before she blew up at me.
?Calm down? Calm down!?! You want me to calm down!?! You know I knew something was up when I was at the grocers yesterday and her Mother, that damn bitch, Jessie, was staring me down the whole time we were shopping. Something like this happens and you want me to calm the fuck down!?!? she raged, her body shaking, as she spit and fumed at me. I loved my Mom, but I also feared her, as she was very much a 'kill the messanger' type, and I'd been exposed to her uncontrolable temper before.
?Yes, Mother,? I squeeked out quietly, hoping to do some thing I knew wasn?t humanly possible when she got like this, and actually calm her down. My Mom was big on fighting and not in the way most peoples parents are; in fact that is part of the reason we moved here.
My mother didn't fight with words; she fought with her fists and her body. She was a sexfighter. It was partly because my Mom had heard tell of a good female sexfighting league hidden away somewhere in this sleepy little suburbia that we had recently moved here. That and some unpleasent business with Mom?s girlfriend, who'd died in a fight last year. We had to get away and try to forget the bad times... and the good.
"This..." she growled, pointing at me, "This is an open challenge. This is a dig at our pride and dignity, and there is no way I'm going to CALM THE FUCK DOWN AND LET THAT LITTLE BITCH GET AWAY WITH IT!!!? she screamed in her loudest, shrillest, voice, before reaching down to grab my sore arm and jerk me up from my prostate position on the couch, ?Come on, we are definitely going over there, and settling the score."
Mmmmmmmmmoooooommmm? I whined my normal voice finally coming back, ?You can?t go over there and fight for me... then I become just like her,? I weakly protested, hoping I could get her to listen to reason, but bit my lip when she whirled on me, knowing I'd said the wrong thing.
"Oh no, there's no way in Hell I'm gonna fight a battle for you if it comes to it... you're gonna beat that bitch on your own, got it?? she spit at me through clenched teeth, as her grip tightened on my arm, "I didn't raise you to be a weak kneed little baby. You fight your own battles, for better or worse. Now get cleaned up and changed... we're going over there NOW."
I stood stunned as she release my arm and shoved me into the bathroom. I turned on the water and began to wash my face, looking at myself in the mirror as the water cascaded off of my face, taking stock of all the bruises I had along with the black eye and the bruised and split lip. I couldn?t help but laugh bitterly at how pathetic I looked. I was used the the visage of a beautiful girl staring back at me. I'm a little on the short side at 5?0 and 120 pounds, with a well developed 34C bust proudly thrusting out from my chest, firm and perky. If asked to describe myself, I guess you could compare my face to a younger Jessica Alba; with the same soft, round, cheeks, thick lips, and dark eyes; but my personal bias is that I'm prettier. I had my mothers inky black hair, but where hers was straight, mine was wavier and a verged on curls.
'How can I possibly do this NOW?' I asked myself, still checking myself out in the mirror. My face was a mess, and my body was sore and aching, every movement bringing a sharp stab of pain.
I heard Mom scream impatiently from downstairs, ?Why aren?t you down here yet? What's the fucking hold up?? Not wanting to cause myself any more grief, I moved as quickly as I could down the hall to my room, and pulled on some new clothes, before limping out of the house to meet my Mom.
Mom decided she Christie lived to close to drive so I found myself slowly limping down the street, struggling to keep up with her focused, relentless, pace. I stayed silent, and so did Mom. I really didn?t want to talk and thankfully she noticed and didn?t push me. As we walked the memory of what had happened the past two days ago and caused all this nonsense bubbled up from the resesses of my memory.

[ForeShadow]

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I had arrived on my first day looking and feeling like a million bucks. I strode down the hallway drawing jealous stares from girls and secret, admiring, glances from their boyfriends. The first half of the day started without incident and I was pretty happy and excited to be receiving so much attention on my first day in a new school. Lunch came, and I grabbed a pizza and some fries before sitting down to eat in peace, when I felt a dark shadow come over me. It was my first encounter with Christie, who loomed over me, glaring, as I stared back at her, confrontationally. Mom had taught me to never back down from anyone, but after a while I just got tired of it, so I went back to eating hoping she would go away. She didn?t.
?You really think you're something, don?t you?? she sneered. My only response was a confused ?What??
?Oh, don?t give that damn innocent act, bitch? she growled with unprovoked aggression, leaning over the table and propping herself up with one, slender but toned, arm.
?What did I do?? I asked politely, not wanting to deal with any bullshit prom queen teen drama on my first day of school.
?You think you can come in here wearing that slutty outfit and steal every guy in the school,? she sneered as her accusations spat out of her glossy, puckered, lips. I looked at my normal looking white t-shirt and semi-short skirt then I looked back at her; Christie was your typical highschool fashion slut; wearing a dangerously low cut black baby doll tee that revealed a dark valley of blooming cleavage, which stetched out the bedazzled slogan 'Party Grrl', her hips adorned by a scandelously short denim skirt, her legs encased in strategically ripped stockings, and multiple gaudy plastic bracelets jingling on her slender wrists. Christie had a pretty face, but wore too much makeup; it actaully detracted from how beautiful she could have been. Her brunette hair tumbled down to her shoulders in curly ringlets. Jenny almost choked on her fries, she considered the irony of Christie's accusations, 'She's saying I dress like a slut?'
Looking at Christie as if she were crazy, ?No? I replied, stiffling a laugh. I failed miserably and once I started I couldn?t stop until I felt the sting of her open palm across my face. I stopped laughing and looked up, rubbing the hot imprint of her hand on my cheek, soothing it; everyone in the cafeteria was watching now.
"Who?s your boyfriend?? I inquired calmly, as she glared at me, ?For future reference... so I know who not to flirt with.?
Christie smiled with satisfaction, thinking she?d won this little exchange and I was acknowledging that I knew the score now, "He?s the one with blonde hair, over there,? she said pointing to a table with five boys wearing varsity sweaters; they all quickly looked away and pretended to be oblivious to what was going on around them. I looked him over, and pushed myself way from the table, holding Christie's confused and questioning gaze, turning to sauntered towards their table, swinging my hips.
?Hello,? I cooed sexily, biting my thick bottom lip coyly, as I reached the table, tilting my hip to once side and clutching my hands behind my back, and thrusting out my blossoming chest, ?I'm having trouble with calculus... do you think you could come over to my house and help me?? I said in my best bimbo voice, batting my eyes enticingly. It took less than a second of thought before he replied ?S-sure...? The quiet acceptance of my invitation seemed to echo around the suddenly quiet cafeteria. I wrote my address and phone number on his napkin then walked out of the room bumping Christie?s shoulder as I left, winking at her as I passed, "Sorry, was that him?" I mocked, leaving her standing there shaking with impotent rage.

[ForeShadow]

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My Mother and I arrived at a lavish looking two story house after a short five minute walk. Mom and I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell; seconds later the door swung open to reveal Christie's Mother, Jessie. She looked stunning standing there in a white terry-cloth robe with her long brown hair done up in a bundled towel; I guessed that she had just gotten out of the tub or shower. I'd only seen her once before from afar, and up close I found she had an incredibly beautiful face that reminded me of Angelina Jolie; soft, delicate features, sly, dark, eyes, and those incredibly thick, pouty, lips that looked to be puckered in a permanent kiss, glossy, wet, and inviting. She took one look at us and her smile immediately fell away, and her eyes narrowed into uninviting slits, ?What do you two want?? she said coldly, looking at us as if we were shit in a paper bag someone left on her porch.
?As if you don?t know... I bet you were the one who gave her the money to pay those fucking bitches,? Mom growled, clenching her fist, and trembling slightly.
Jessie held Mom's gaze for a moment, before looking me over, a hint of a smile crossing her plump lips, as the edges curled slightly, dimpling, ?I have no idea what your talking about,? she replied calmly, betraying nothing, ?but if you want to come inside, we can... discuss this.?
My mom did not waste a second, pushing past Christie?s Mom with me in tow, roughly dragging me by my wrist. As we passed the foyer, I spotted Christie in the living room watching TV. She looked up at me and smiled when she saw my damaged face, "That looks like it hurts... wonder how that happened?" she taunted me. I looked to my side and saw my Mother was about to rush her, when a voice caught her attention.
?Welcome? Jessie announced, brushing past us, and moving toward a table stocked with liquor ?Can I offer you anything to drink? Brandy? Wine? Or maybe a Budweiser is more your speed...? she crowed insultingly.
Mom seemed ready to explode, unwilling to suffer any indignity at the hands of the rival MILF, ?Don?t give me that fake hospitality bullshit! Why did you allow your punk of a daughter to hire other bitches to help her beat up my daughter??
I expected Christie?s mom to deny this baseless accusation, but she just smiled and took a sip of the golden brandy she'd poured herself, savoring it as it slid down her throat, ?Because we both hate it when new meat comes and tries to take over. There's a chain of command, and it's best you two ignorant sluts get in line and start following the rules.?
?Wait a second... don?t tell me you?re in the League too,? Mom replied, with stunned realization.
?Oh yes I am, and I?ve heard big things about your skills and your body... but seeing you here now, I guess they were unfounded,? she said chuckling and downing the rest of her drink in one, quick, gulp, slamming the glass down as she again met my Mother's burning gaze with confidence.
I knew if I didn?t step in this wasn?t going to be about me or Christie anymore, and becomes something much more dangerous for all of us, so I spoke up. ?Hey Mom, lets just go... I told you Christie was too much of a cowardly bitch to fight me one on one.?
Christie jumped off the sofa, enraged, ?I'm not afraid of anything or anyone, whore! Bring it on right here right now? she yelled defensively.
I walked up to her and was about to throw the first punch; the memory of my earlier beating overtaking me, the anger and indignity washing away my pain and hesitance; when her Mom stepped in, ?No, Honey, not right now,? she spoke calmly, soothingly, staying both Christie's fist and my own, ?When you kick her ass, her Mom would probably blame it on the beating she received earlier... lets give her time to heal," She cooed, looking at my Mom, "That way it'll all be fair and sqaure, and no one can complain."
To my surprise, Mom agreed, ?Yes, I think we should wait Jenny, but that doesn?t mean you and I can?t finish our business now,? Mom hissed, ?Unless you're scared.?
Christie?s mom raised her eyebrow, in amused recognition of the challenge, and replied, "Follow me," Mom, Christie, and I did what we were told, as she led us up stairs.
Christie's Mom led us up the stairs and opened a door to what looked like a fitness room, except I had never seen an in-house fitness room with so much equipment. Exercise machines of various form and function littered the room, and in the middle was a small wrestling ring.
Christie?s Mom shed her robe and towel revealing a birthday suit that made even my mom stare. She had the fit, toned, and muscular body of a fitness model. She had a slim waist and wide hips, long, tanned and toned, legs. But most shocking to me was her breasts. I had never seen a firmer pair of boobs in my life; even though they were about the same size as my Mother?s admirable chest, they just seemed a tiny bit more radiant; firm, round, and perky, standing up in the defiance of gravity's pull and the march of time. She stepped between the top and second rope naked and wiggled her tight, heart shaped, ass on the rope, mockingly.
"Let me explain to you the rules,? she said once she stood in the middle of the ring, ?Our daughters will be handcuffed to those seats. Winner takes the key and unlocks her daughter, and they both can do what ever they want to the loser and their daughter. Everybody understand?? We all nodded our heads in silent agreement.
My Mom handcuffed me, while Christie was handcuffed by her Mother. The chair was bolted to the floor, and our arms handcuffed behind our backs, through the back of the chair. The key was placed on the floor between the two chairs.
'Must be specifically for this purpose,' I thought to my self I took a quick glance at Christie who was handcuffed the same way but was smiling as if she knew something I didn?t. I didn?t like that look one bit, but decided to turn my attention to the ring, where both of our Moms were sizing each others voluptuous bodies up critically, as they stalked around each other, like two rival lioness'.
Mom made the first move, suddenly darting towards Jessie leaping into the air with a shout. I got ready to be released from my handcuffs because I knew there was no way Jessie could take the full weight of my Mom's hot body slamming into her full force. I'd seen my Mother fight before, and she was a savage; once she got her opponent down on the ground, she was like a rottweiller, pounding away until her opponent was a bloody mess.
Just as my Mom was about to come crashing down on her, Jessie reached out her arms and caught her in a bear hug. I was astonished; I thought for sure Mom had her. Mom screamed as Jessie tightened her hold and ground her breasts into my Moms, her strong arms flexing, and her pretty face straining with the effort, as she crushed her body against my Mom's.
As I said earlier, their breasts were the same size, but Jessie's were stronger, her triumphant orbs pushed my moms back in a sickening way as Mom groaned in pain. I didn?t even look at Christie knowing I would see a triumphant look on her face.
?I thought you would be better than this,? Jessie teased, leaving her eyes wide open for my mom to swipe down with her nails. She screamed and dropped Mom, who landed with a heavy thud, catching her breath.
?You motherfucking bitch!? she cried clutching her eyes and falling to her knee. Mom, wasting no time, bolted to her feet and grabbed Jessie's hair, lifting her face into position to be shattered by her knee. She would have broken Jessie's nose if it had hit, but Jessie was able to shift slightly and it hit her eye. Jessie tried to roll away but Mom jumped on her before she could, "Not so tough now, huh?" Mom spit, then dropped her chest down on her Jessie?s face in a textbook breast smother.
I could see Jessie struggling to breath under my Moms soft, smothering, boobs. I looked over at Christie to shot her my own triumphrant look, but to my surprise she was smiling back at me. I looked at her hands and saw she was holding a silver key like the one on the floor between us. I felt like a fool; we should of never let her Mom handcuff her. We were playing by their rules all along. Now she was free and running into the ring.
?LOOK OUT MOM!? I screamed at the top of my lungs. Mom looked up but it was too late, Christie kicked her in the mouth so hard that it instantly started spouting blood.
Christie did not waste a second, picking my Mom up by her sweat matted black hair, and threw a hard left at Mom's right tit.
?This? punch ?is? punch ?what? punch ?I'm gonna do to you," she grunted with each punch to my Mom's prone breasts, before finally letting up enough for Mom to clutch her breasts and fall to the mat.
I strained to get out of my chair but it was bolted to the floor and the handcuffs were closed tight and restricting. I looked up helplessly, and saw that Christie had continued hammering my mom?s tits again, but worse than that, Jessie had also gotten up. She looked at me, and her full, fat, lips curled up in a strikingly devilish smile, as purple swelling began to blossom on her eye where Mom?s knee had struck her.
She walked over to Christie, and told her to stop for a moment. Christie paused and my Mom once again fell to the mat clutching her red orbs, crying and sniveling. Watching my mom cry and yell her submission while she spasmed in pain, almost made me cry to. We'd been suckered; this had all been planned out long before hand.
Christie retreived some rope hanging at the edge of the ring, ?I?ll tie her while, you get the tools? she said, her dark eyes alight with michief. Before long, Mom?s wrists were tied and Jessie had gotten the 'tools' out from under the ring.

[ForeShadow]

The tools were actually a bag of sex toy?s. They extract them from the bag; first was an at least 15 inch long, white and black striped, double dildo, second was a black vibrator with a pink head, the third was a whip, and the fourth the scariest of all had a base like the vibrator with an on-and-off button except it had a plug at the bottom it also had a transperant sphere at the top and though it wasn?t that big it was still the most dangerous because it was an electrocution bondage device. And I had a feeling where it would go.
Jessie lifted my Mom putting her on the top rope in the right corner and spread her legs as Christie tied her ankles to the bottom ropes. Mom was unable to move at all now; her wrists were tied to the post behind her back and her ankles were tied to the ropes; she was open and vulnerable, helpless cruxified.
Jessie stooped to pick up the whip, offering it to Christie, ?Will you do the honors??
Christie laughed arrogantly, ?Of course!?as she took the leather instrument from her mother, lifting the whip above her head and quickly bringing it down with practiced ease, the harsh leather biting into Mom's chest with a sickly snap.
?AAAHHH? Mom screamed, struggling against her bonds before she could calm down, sucking in greedy mouthfuls of air; there was a nasty red welt where the whip at lashed against her breasts. My Mother bravely steeled herself against another lash as Christie again brought the whip down on her left breast; another squeal of pain was omitted, and Christie brought the whip down on Mom?s right side, increasing her pace and allowing Mom no time to recover between lashings. Christie repeated this act many more times, but I stopped looking after the 15th; I could feel the bile rising in my throat and tears welling in my eyes as I watched helplessly and struggle futilely against my bonds. When she finally stopped and lowered the whip to her side, I could see the red marks and the way they crisscrossed and zigzagged all over the chest I had once admired.
'At least that part's over,' I thought to myself, seeing Christie holding the whip at her side. But I was mistaken, as she lifted her hand in an upward motion and snapped the whip across Mom?s vulnerable pussy; a mischievious smile crossing her lips. Mom's scream instantly echoed in the large room, and Christie was about to do it again, but thankfully Jessie, who had been masturbating to the cries of my abused Mother in another corner, had broken her revelry and caught her daughters arm, ?Please save some for me, Honey? she cooed with a sly grin spreading across her plump, moist, lips. Christie obediently dropped the whip and Jessie stepped in to take over.
Jessie picked up the huge black and white phallus lying on the mat and slipped it into her mouth; slowly, sensuously, letting it glide past her thick lips, slobbering on the massive phallis, as she positioned herself between my Mom?s spread legs. Mom met her gaze with a look of determined defiance.
'If they want to break Mom, it'll be harder than a couple of whippings,' I thought proudly.
With the dildo still in her mouth Jessie began to slid her taut, bare, stomach against Mom?s clit, which was beginning to peak through the folds of her pussy lips, as Jessie moved her body up and down, seductively stimulating her; the evidence of how turned on Mom was showed all over her stomach, her juices now flowing freely.
Jessie's dark eyes looked up from under the arch of her thin eyebrows as Mom threw her head back in pleasure, and quickly leaned back and rammed the spit lubed dildo cruely up her sopping twat. The expression on my Mom's face changed instantly from pleasure to pain; Jessie rammed the device as far as it would go, only to pull it back out and repeat it, over and over again. I swear I could see the oversized phallus protrude sickly from my Mom?s stomach a couple times; stretching the skin as it punished it innards with wicked ferocity.
While Mom was getting pounded in the front by Jessie, Christie had slipped under the ropes and behind the turnbuckle they'd tied her too, and began fondling her breasts, roughly kneading and squeezing, working them like dough, and pinching my Mom?s sensitive, vulnerable, nipples painfully, with cruel mischief. Mom thrashed around helplessly, crying and snivelling, straining helplessly against her bonds, unable to find relief from the conflicting mix of sensations in her breasts and pussy. Pleasure and pain mixed, Mom's expression was twisted as her face screwed up; tears and drool ran down her cheeks and chin, and dribbled onto her breasts; Christie's not tender minstrations rubbed the mix of sweat, saliva, and tears in, causing them to become slick and wet.
After a while Jessie stopped her relentless pounding and extracted the sopping wet dildo from Mom?s sloppily dripping pussy, as she gave one last moan of pained pleasure.
?Hmmmm,? Jessie mused, ?I think I?ve over worked your little pussy; it?s all stretched out and wide now, and there?s not nearly enough pain showing on your face anymore. This is supposed to be your punishment for losing; you're having to much fun! Where do you suppose I should put this next?? Jessie mocked cruely, giving the end of the plastic phallus a little lick, tasting my Mom's juices, as she contemplated what her next evil act would be, ?Oh look there seems to be another hole right here!" she snickered, sticking her middle finger playfully up Mom?s puckered ass as she squealed at the probing invasion of her rectum. Jessie moved her finger around as if she was digging for something, then stopped, her face lighing up ?AH HA? she yelled gleefully, pulling her finger out, ?This dirty little whore hasn?t been cleaning so well...? Jessie extracted her finger and held in up for Mom and I to see; at the end of her finger was a dark brown smudge of feces.
Jessie wagged her poo covered middle finger at Mom, who looked away, embarassed and humiliated, as Jessie's expression changed from bemusement to authorative seriousness, ?Lick it,? Jessie proclaimed in a commanding voice. Mom did nothing, looking away, refusing to met her gaze.
?Fine... Christie you do the honors,? Jessie said with a sly look. I stared in helpless horror as Christie reached around and took hold of one of Mom?s vagina lips, cruelly stretching it down. My Mom drew in her breath deeply, teeth clenched and eyes shut tight, but did made no move to lick the dirty finger hovering before her. Jessica nodded to Christie, who acknowleged by taking her thumb and pressing her long, manicured, nail into the side of the stretched out labia, digging into the sensitive flesh. Christie smiled manically, amused with her own cruelity.
?Oooooooooowwwwww? Mom squealed. Christie increased the pressure of her thumb and started twisting, squashing and folding the outstretched lip with her thumb still making a dent. If my Mom squealed before she was screaming now, tears again streaming down her red face.
?LICK it.? Jessie again commanded in her imperious voice, dangling the brown stained finger just inches from Mom's mouth.
?N-Never!? groaned my Mom between shrieks, trying to remain stoic in the face of such painful torture and gleeful, evil, cruelty.
?To bad,? Jessie said with a loud sigh, "Go ahead Christie."
Christie looked at her Mom excitedly, then back at my Mom. She stopped crouching and slid back through the ropes, taking position between Mom's spread legs on her knees. Mom gave her a confused look before realization dawned on her face, as Christie opened her mouth wide and held my Mom's pussy lip in its place with her teeth, like a dog with a piece of meat.
?No, no, no please don?t okay ? I?ll?I?ll lick it. Please just don?t let her bite me there,? Mom sniveled, tears streaking her cheeks.
?That?s a good pet,? laughed Jessie as she dangled her finger a couple inches from my Mom?s mouth, ?Here.?
Mom started to move forward slowly as if she was hoping God or some other transendental force would send a lightning bolt before she got to the now a little crusty brown finger, and end her terrible ordeal. As she slowly crept forward she stuck her tongue out and was about to make slight contact with the finger when Jessie?s hand shot out pulling my mom?s head forward by the hair, as she shoved the finger into her mouth, letting the shitty finger slid over her lips. Jessie moved the finger up and down in my mom?s mouth, rubbing the shit into her tongue to ensure she tasted it, as she cried out, ?That?s a good Pet! Clean it up good, now!? Jessie laughed in the voice a female would use to compliment her dog.
Jessie pulled her finger out and my mom immediately tried to spit the shitty saliva out, but Jessie grabbed her jaw held it shut and said, ?Unless you wanna get bitten I would swallow that, dearie...?
I could tell my mom wanted to be defiant and spit it into her face, but she cast her gaze down to Christie, still sitting poised to bite down on her dangling and stretched out pussy lip; she swallowed obediently and we both shuddered as I saw the lump go down her throat.
?Open up wide and let Momma see if you ate your vegetables, now" said Jessie in the same condescending tone. Mom grudgingly opened her mouth to reveal a basically clean tongue, ?Good job sweety? Jessie cooed ?She swallowed it all Christie?go ahead."
An earsplitting cry ripped the room in half for at least 30 seconds as Christie rose from where she was kneeling smiling a small amount of blood on her teeth and running down her chin. My mom just sat there crying, and I couldn?t help but join her; they had done what I thought no woman would ever be able to do; they broke my mother. I could see the indentations of Christie?s teeth on the outside, as her pussy started leaked blood I had to turn away or I would have puked.
?Now about that other hole...? Jessie mused, grabbing the dildo again. My Mom offered no further resistance as Jessie plunged the dildo up her anal region, all she did was yelp and scream in pain as her ass was stretched to the point of breaking. Jessie pulled the now brown stained black and white dildo from my Mom's aching ass and held it up to Mom?s mouth; there was no need for explanation or reiteration of what was expected of her, and Mom didn?t ask for one; she belonged to them now, and almost eagerly took the shit stick into her mouth; sucking the dirty phallus as she choked on the oversized dildo.
After that I just wanted to go home. I cried and pleaded from my chair for them to allow me to leave. Jessie seemed surprised to hear from me after I had been so silent. She looked at me with awkward sympathy, then said ?Ok.?
The protest from Christie was instant, ?What!?! Why are you letting her go... we haven?t even gotten to shock her yet!? she complianed, pointing at my Mom, whose head sagged limply to her chest.
?Don?t worry,? Jessie chuckled, ?We have her Mother, and she still wants a rematch with you. When she shows up again, I?ll let you personally shock her and her mom, ok sweetie??
?Ok,? muttered Christie grudgingly. She got the key and undid my handcuffs. I didn?t try to fight because I would be no match for both of them especially in my condition. I gave a daring look to Christie and Jessie then a sympathetic one to my Mother, who dangled helplessly from the turnbuckle, broken and battered, and walked out with my head held high.
"Don't worry, dearie, we'll send her home when we're done with her!" Jessie called out behind me, before the door shut. I could hear Mom cry out as I walked through the hall, and down the stairs, as they resumed their torture.
I promised myself no matter what I would get her back...
AND BEAT THAT BITCH CHRISTIE TO.

TO BE CONTINUED