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TITLE: GRANDMA RULES.
TAGS: Huge breasts, fetish (mostly clothing), incest, bestiality, BDSM,
dildos, stilettos, corsets, humiliation, submission, pain, foul language.
SYNOPSIS: The story, `Grandma's Rules' describes the plight of a mother
and her daughter, fallen on hard times and forced to move back into the
home of the family matriarch, leaving their lives, circles of friends,
school and community behind them.  The move is not a simple and
uncomplicated one, as the Grandmother has imposed her own conditions upon
the transition; rules that the Mother fears and the daughter rejects.

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   DON'T LET YOUR KIDS SEE THIS!

   These stories have all been written with a very adult audience in mind.
They all have a very heavy sexual content and will contain combinations of
themes.

   This is an erotic story, intended, exclusively, for an entirely adult
readership.  If you are likely to be offended by any of the things
mentioned above, you should not read beyond this point, but immediately
navigate away from this page.

   The act of writing does not mean that the author is in any way engaged
in or complicit to acts of the nature described herein.  The act of writing
(or even reading) about deviance, perversion and degradation can be a
liberating and strangely cathartic experience, but some ostensibly sexual
behaviours are always going to be wrong.  I cannot tell you which, or why.
You have to make those determinations for yourself.  The story...

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   Grandma Rules

   "But Mom, why do we have to go to live with Gran'ma now?  Why can't we
just get by on our own and stay here, in our own house in Ruddlington?  Why
have we got to go?

   The fourteen-year old was standing with her hands on her hips, arms
akimbo, and glaring accusingly at her Mother, damp patches of sweat
darkening the grey cotton T-shirt in the cleavage between her large breasts
and underneath her arms.  She was panting slightly, the curve of her belly
alternately swelling and flattening again above the low waistband of a very
small pair of denim hot pants that pulled into her crotch at front and
back, displaying the outlines of her sex in a faded blue cameltoe.

   "I don't wanna go live with Gran'ma.  I'll be separated from all of my
friends." The young girl's voice cracked in emotion as she watch her
mother's ample bottom, like a deeply bifurcated peach, jiggle as she bent
over a black plastic bin-bag full of old clothes and fussed with things in
its depths.  There was no immediate response.

   The peach bobbed some more, and then, in an effort to reach lower, the
older woman moved her legs apart and bent lower.  Her buttocks bulged
obscenely in the skintight Spandex leggings, the outline of the thong
panties she was wearing showing clearly through the material above the
curves of her big round ass.  The younger girl's eyes widened as she saw
the thin crotch band of the thong pull into her mother's crack and split
the lips of her pussy, and then she noticed the enormous globes of her
mother's huge breasts, swinging between the A-frame space between her
spread legs like two heavy medicine balls in a canvas bag.  She saw that
the cones of her Mother's enormous nipples were almost brushing the floor.

   The girl glanced quickly down at her own burgeoning chest and sighed
with resignation.  Big tits seemed to run in the women on her mother's side
of the family.  She was already beginning to wonder what it would be like
to have breasts like her own mother's, her own already causing problems in
school, particularly with the boys.  "Friggin' juveniles," she muttered to
herself, and stretched her back muscles by pushing her breasts against the
restraining cups of the bra.  `31 DD, and I'm only 14,' she thought to
herself.  `Biggest milk-bags in the school, the juvies say.  Friggin'
tweezer-dicks.' She returned her gaze to her mother's undeniably amazing
assets.

   "Jeeze, Mom, your ass looks positively obscene in those leggings.  Don't
you have any shame?"

   "The older woman straightened and turned to face the girl, pushing her
long blond hair back from a face that was straight out of a Renaissance
painting, "We've been through all this before, Jenny.  We've held onto the
house for as long as we can.  Once your father...  disappeared, and the
money ran out, there was no way my job at Blundells was going to give us
enough." She paused to wipe the back of a hand across her brow.  "Your
Grandmother offered, and we can't afford to turn her down.  You'll make new
friends anyway, once we get there and settled in.  Now, pass me those
skirts.  This can all go to the recycling centre."

   "But there's nothing wrong with them, Mom.  I'm not going to just cave
in and wear whatever the old biddy wants us to wear."

   Jenny's mother was pointing an accusatory finger now, "Jenny Buckson,
you'll do exactly as you're told.  It was very kind of your Grandmother to
give us a place to stay, and she has...  well, her own way of doing things.
She always expected a degree of liberalism in the way we dressed around the
house before I met your father." She paused, and then frowned at some
internalised memory.  "I guess I can go back to that if I have to," then
she focused on her daughter again and her voice hardened, "And we have to."

   "But Mom, I only met Gran'ma the once, and I was so young then I hardly
remember her." Actually, this wasn't quite true; Jenny had a deeply incised
memory of a very tall, slim woman with a sneering face beneath very thin
arched eyebrows and huge torpedo breasts that hung near her waist;
something like a crueler version of an overly endowed Morticia Adams from
the original Adams family series, or perhaps Vampirella with beach balls.

   More than that, she also remembered the micro-mini latex skirt that did
nothing to hide her Grandmother's considerable pussy mound, nor the tops of
seamed stockings and the broad lower ends of thick suspender straps with
big metal clips that showed defiantly beneath the skirt.  Even more
shocking had been the saucer-sized nipples forming brown cupolas that
peeped like half-moons from a nylon boob-tube.  Her own mother had told her
much later that Gran'ma had never had worn a bra and neither would she
allow her daughter to either.  It was a small source of pride to Jenny's
mother that she had bought her daughter a training brassiere at nine, when
the buds of what were now the envy of many older women first began to show.

   A very young and highly impressionable Jenny hadn't been able to get the
picture of her Grandmother, dressed so inappropriately in what she now
recognised as borderline fetish clothing, out of her mind for weeks
afterwards.  She shivered at the idea that these rules might still be
applied, `...after they passed within her realm of influence.' The
quotation from an old story about a dark queen came so easily into her head
that she shook it to clear it away again.

   "Jen-jen, you will do what your grandmother wants us to do - in her
house!  as we both must.  She was always a stern and serious taskmaster, my
Mother, but you'll find yourself fitting in.  Just do as you're told and
don't upset her and I'm sure you'll get on fine.  I'm sure we both will,"
she added, but with much less conviction.

   There was something else in her mother's eyes, a recollection from her
childhood perhaps, a memory lurking there like something black and
leathery; perhaps even painful.

   "Help me carry these out to the gate.  The van will come tomorrow." Her
mother was absently scratching at a nipple and, as Jenny watched, the
nipple began to inflate, pushing out the material of her figure-hugging top
like an emerging thumb.

   "Mom!  You aren't wearing a bra, are you?"

   "Well, no darling," her mother said, with a wry smile.  "I thought I'd
get a head start before tomorrow.  Perhaps you should shuck yours off too.
You don't really need it, you know."

   The young girl was indignant, "Mom, don't say things like that." But as
she moved to pick up two of the bags and brushed past her mother, she
caught the scent of sweat - and underlying it, the odour of her mother's
sex.  In an instant, she could feel her own nipples begin to pout against
the lacy fabric of her bra.  `Jeeze, I hope my tits can go without support
like mom's when I'm older,' she thought.

   While tidying up, Jenny's thoughts also played with the fact that her
mother's behaviour had become uncharacteristically liberal, almost
slatternly of late.  She'd noticed that her mom had practically cast off
her habitual jeans and T-shirt causal wear and had taken to wearing very
short skirts, starting with a tennis skirt that left little to the
imagination when her mom had bent over even slightly at the hips.  This had
been followed by a selection of increasingly scanty underwear, going from
lacy full-cut French panties, front-fastening brassieres and patterned
sheer pantyhose to tiny thongs, outrageous quarter cup bras (given her very
large cup size) and even an 8 strap suspender belt and seamed stockings.

   Of late, Jenny had made other discoveries too.  One morning, after she'd
watched her mother work her way through a bottle of Chablis with dinner the
previous night, she'd found an enormous silicone phallus on the dining room
floor near the couch.  Lifting it to her face, in typical virginal
curiosity about something she'd heard of but never seen, she'd sniffed at
the simulated veins and ridges in the shaft of the dildo, as thick around
as her forearm, and recoiled on the instant as the strong odour of poop
flooded into her nostrils.  She'd dismissed the idea that her mother could
have pushed anything so large into her ass, but couldn't help wondering how
the earthy smell had got there otherwise, as she tentatively raised it to
her nose again and took a longer, more lingering sniff.  The cock-head end
of the whopper was as big as a baseball.

   Her relationship with her mother had changed too.  From the typical kind
of mother - child thing, it had become much more a meeting between friends,
even intimate friends.  Since her father had gone, they'd become naturally
closer, but never before on a physical level.  Two weeks ago, her mother
had invited herself into the bathroom after a day on the beach and asked if
Jen-jen would mind if they showered together.  Her mother had stripped
quickly and let herself into the glass-doored cubicle, her breasts swaying
and swinging, and then proceeded to soap her daughter's body all over
again, paying some very particular attention to the girl's flourishing
breasts.

   As shocking as it was, Jenny had also found herself getting very flushed
and short of breath as her mother had soaped, squeezed and pulled at the
young girl's titties, to the point at which she had begun to feel
distinctly new and, she supposed, mature sensations in her belly and
between her legs.  When mom had begun to pinch her nipples and tweak them
into stiffness, saying that she had to make sure that her `nips' were
clean, Jenny had even begun to moan in pained ecstasy and thrust her chest
forwards, eager to prolong the feelings that were flooding through her body
and mind for the first time.

   "Gotta make sure your nipples are clean, baby.  Gotta get these dirty,
big cow-teats washed out baby girl.  Can you suck them yourself yet,
Jen-jen?  Betcha can, huh baby?  Look, they're nearly as big as Mommy's. 
Gonna be a tit-slut when you're older, huh?" Jenny felt herself being
grabbed by the shoulders, not realizing that she'd closed her eyes, and
pulled into her mother's slick embrace.  Breasts rubbed together, slipping
and sliding, plopping and bulging.  Her Mother's breathing began to get
ragged too.

   Of course, Jenny had tried sucking at her own nipples...  and it was
easy.  She'd suckle herself at nights and experiment with a searching,
twiddling finger in her crotch, over her `love button', as her mom had
called it, bringing herself to little electric spasms that left her gasping
and exhausted.

   The second time that Mom had asked to share a shower, Jenny had welcomed
the suggestion and even begun to reciprocate, getting another surprise when
she realised that her mother had absolutely no pubic hair between her legs
at all.

   The changes were a source of amazement to the girl, who had always
thought of her own mother as something of a quiet, unassuming prude, but
she put it down to the stress of their situation and the harmless growing
together of two females that had been thrust, unwilling, into difficult
circumstances.  Sometimes at night, Jenny lay in that hazy state somewhere
between wakefulness and sleep, and wondered what it would be like to slip
into her mother's bed, kiss her deeply on the mouth, and suckle once more
on those enormous breasts.  At these times, she'd draw her nipples into her
own mouth, suck hard, until they became stiff and quivering, and then bite
and drag them into brown volcanoes, whimpering with the beautiful pain.  It
was a delicious naughtiness, but one that she would always rue the
following day when she looked into the bathroom mirror and remembered
flirting with taboo.
2: Moving day
As the two Junoesque beauties got into the aging Datsun, Jenny noticed
that her mother had changed out of the blouse and slacks that she'd worn to
the breakfast table and donned an old artist's smock over black tracksuit
pants that the girl couldn't remember seeing before.  To cope with the fact
that the smock hung away from her mother's body, falling like a curtain
from the magnificent globes of her bosom, she'd added a belt at the waist
to pull the garment in a little further.  Jenny also noted that her mother
had to be wearing stockings underneath the pants, because the sheer gloss
of the black patterned silk hose showed between the pants and a pair of

simple jogging shoes.  Weird.

   "This is for you to change into when we get close," her mother said, as
she slipped a small sports bag onto the already cluttered back seat. 
"It'll take us four hours or so.  We'll stop when we get close and you can
change."

   "Aww, Mom.  I told you I don't want..."

   Her mother's reaction was as shocking as it was instantaneous.  The
older woman reached across Jenny's left breast and grabbed at the front of
her thin cashmere between the mounds.  The clenching fist caught her
brassiere through the tight material, right where the cups fastened at the
front As her mother dragged the schoolgirl round to face her angry scowl,
Jenny could feel the brassiere pulling away from the front of her ribcage
and her breasts beginning to swell downwards into the gaps.  As she caught
her breath, the vertical length of her cleavage doubled with the pressure
now coming from either side and she could sense the material of the bra
reach and pass its tearing point.  It actually creaked.

   "Listen young lady, you will do exactly what I tell you to do.  Get rid
of the fucking bra - and when we stop to change, you will put on everything
in that bag in the order in which I tell you to wear it.  Is that perfectly
clear?"

   Jenny had never seen her mother look angrier than she did at that
moment. There were flecks of spittle on her quivering bottom lip and her
eyes flashed like anthracite.  Tears pricked suddenly at the corners of the
girl's eyes.  "Yeah mom.  Crystal." She stifled a sob, and then she slumped
back into the seat as her mother released her.

   After they'd driven away from the house, neither looking back, Jenny
calmed down enough to reflect that they had both been under considerable
strain for the past couple of months - her mother in particular.  "Sorry
Mom," she gulped at last, "I was out of order." She brightened suddenly,
"Like mother, like daughter, huh?" Jenny looked sideways and caught a
fleeting smile, then chuckled as she leaned forwards, pulled the cardigan
over her head, wrenched the already broken snap at the front of the bra and
shucked off the straps.

   "Jen-jen, someone will see," her mother almost shrieked.  "Get that
cardie back on, quick.  My God," and then she started to giggle as Jenny
giggled passed her the redundant brassiere.  She held it to her nose for a
moment and inhaled deeply, glancing at her daughter's nipples as they began
to harden in the colder air.  "You certainly are like me.  Maybe your tits
are even bigger than mine were at your age.  You're going to have the
family rack alright."

   In a gesture that cut them off from their old life as completely as if
they had travelled in time to another world, the older woman wound down the
window of the Datsun and threw the discarded bra into the morning air. 
Peals of laughter drifted in the air behind the receding car like falling
leaves.

   Later, after getting on the road again following a pit stop for lunch,
Jenny's mother got serious again.  "Jen-jen, it's time I told you some
stuff about what is likely to happen when we get to my Mother's house.  I
know we`ve hardly ever visited, and there are some very good reasons for
that.  You need to know what these reasons are so that you will understand
why some of the things that I think will happen when we get to Mother's
will happen."

   "Wow, Mom, that sounds very mysterious."

   "Don't joke about this, Jenny, my Mother was a very difficult woman to
live with before I got married and moved away.  My father too, but that's
another story..."

   "Sorry, mom."

   "That's alright darling, but this isn't easy for me to talk about.  You
see, it's very, very personal, and by telling you these things, I might be
damaging the relationship we have as mother and daughter."

   "Don't worry, Mom." Jenny reached across and patted her mother on the
thigh, leaving her hand resting there when her mother covered it with her
own.  "Nothing could change the way I feel about you, mum.  I'll always
love you, no matter what."

   "I...  just hope so, darling, I really do.  Look, one of the reasons why
we've hardly ever visited was that your Grandmother was very unhappy when I
met your father and we decided to marry.  You see, mum was dead against it
from the start.  Even on my wedding day, Mother basically threw me out,
raving that she never wanted to see me again, unless I got rid of my
`namby-pamby, pencil-dicked mistake."

   "Mostly, she hated the idea that I could make a decision for myself. 
She'd always been very domineering in the house when I was growing up.  She
reduced Daddy to tears on many occasions; treated him like dirt, but he
kept coming back for more, so maybe he liked it that way.  I don't know. 
Sometimes, she'd make him kneel on the floor and spank him right in front
of me, or use a riding crop to emphasise every word of her hatred for
everything he stood for."

   "You see, Daddy's research at the institute was going very well.  His
team had cracked a problem with the kinds of medication that are supposed
to prevent the rejection of transplanted organs and tissue and he was
showered with money.  He always came home happy and went back to work
miserable, but he kept coming home."

   "I think Mother saw me as an extension of my father's problematic
existence in her life.  I wasn't exactly planned.  So, sometimes she'd
spank me too." "I went to school thinking that everyone in my class had the
same kind of homelife, and as I was never allowed to go to parties, or
bring friends home, I went on thinking that until I was sixteen.  Naïve,
huh, your mother?" There was a long pause while the woman gathered her
thoughts and her courage, but there were still tears forming at the corners
of her eyes when she went on.

   "Jenny, my Mother was so strong that we became like slaves in the house.
She was our mistress, the determiner of everything we could think or do. 
Sometimes...  sometimes, she would lead me around like a dog.  She insisted
that I wear a collar with the word `dogslut' engraved on it and she'd make
me go out like that, dressed in underwear, stockings and cripplingly high
heels and parade me around the garden, pointing out places where I might
pee and laughing and sniggering when I had to relieve myself."

   "And we're going there now?  Willingly?  Mother, you have got to be
crazy to run the risk of that happening again..."

   "Jen-jen, we have no choice.  Let's just run with the flow for a while
and when I get a job and we can get back on our own feet, then we'll find
something better, don't worry."

   "Alright, mom, I understand."

   "Good girl.  Look, your grandmother made me do other...  stuff too. 
Stuff that I know now was very, very wrong.  At the time, it was all a part
of her dominance.  I did what she told me to do because she was my mother,
and I thought that every teenager did those kinds of things..." She
faltered for a moment, remembering, and then...  "Jen-jen, I enjoyed doing
what she wanted me to do.  It made her happy, and she didn't seem so hard
on us if we bent to her will.  I came to enjoy doing things that a child
should never have experienced.  It was a way of life, and I knew no
other..."

   Jenny spoke into the pause, "What `things', mom.  What did she ask you
to do?"

   "Well..." The mother was getting lost in the lasting trauma of her
memories.  "She used to get a real thrill out of watching us." And more
distantly, "She bought a dog, `to guard the property' she said, but it
almost killed one of the maids."

   "Watching who, mom?  Who...  "

   "Darling, I really don't want to talk about that now.  I won't keep
anything from you, but I need you to stay focused on the situation.  Look,
whenever I'm with my Mother, she's the dominant force, Jen-jen.  I
become... well...  very meek, submissive.  I reckon that that will probably
happen again.  She'll probably try to re-establish the status quo
immediately, so I'm just asking you to do two things: don't speak a word
out of place and please, please don't think the worse of me if I seem to
become the weak, submissive daughter that she once created.  That would
destroy me, Jen-jen, knowing that you despised me for my own weakness. 
I'll do what I can to protect you from harm, but you must understand that
she'll use our love for one another as a tool."

   "My Grandmother sounds like a monster."

   "Well, she's not a monster.  She's just an old woman with a domineering
and pernicious streak, that's all.  We'll be fine, the two of us.  And at
least we'll have a roof over our heads and food on the table.  It's been
pretty short commons these last few weeks.  Look, we'll stop here and get
changed." She pulled the car off the road and into a lay-by under the
trees. "There're no cars on this road now.  We can change behind a tree. 
Bring that green bag."

   Jenny followed her Mother a short distance into the forest and then
watched with widening eyes as her Mother unbuckled the belt holding in the
smock and then shucked off the tracksuit bottoms.  She was wearing a black
leather micro-miniskirt that sat low on her hips and whose hem still
finished well above the v-like bulge of her pudenda.  The cameltoe of her
mother's sex was split by a wisp of a black satin thong with the fleshy
labia exposed to either side; several heavy silver rings hung from both,
the piercings making a tiny ringing sound in the still of the forest air.

   The skirt could only have been four or five inches long, but it was
tight enough to squeak.  The suspender belt that started around her narrow
waist flared out and disappeared beneath the leather band, re-emerging as
twelve broad straps, five on either thigh, with metal clips that attached
to the tops of black leaf-patterned stockings.  Jenny had seen stockings
like those in old cartoons on soft-core porn sites on the net.  Now, here
they were, on a model with even more voluptuous assets than the subjects of
those drawings.

   As the smock came off, Jenny saw that her mother was wearing a matching
leather corset that fastened in front with flat metallic lever-clips.  The
half-cups of the corset were no match for the enormous amount of flesh that
they were supposed to contain, and her Mother's huge breasts overflowed
them like mounds of dough rising out of a pan and spilling forwards.  Her
Mother's saucer-sized nipples were entirely exposed, hardening, as hers had
done, in the coolness.  As her Mother bent to unzip the bag, her breasts
hung like twin udders, the stiffening teats brushing the leaf-litter as
they swung.

   Jenny was so overcome with the complete transformation of her mother,
from Bohemian artist into porn star slut that she was having trouble
forming words in coherent sentences.

   "Jeeze, mom...  you look like...  like..."

   Her mother finished that one for her, "I look like a skank prostitute, I
know.  Now get moving.  You have to look like one too."

   Jenny was dumbfounded into mute submission, with words forming on her
lips, but never moving into the space between them.  First, her mother
lifted out a lacy black full-cup brassiere with half a dozen hooks at the
back and pulled it around her daughter's torso, fastening the hooks into
the innermost row of hasps.  Then, she pulled a black and white striped
waspie with a laced back from the bag and got her daughter to pull it on,
then worked the laces through each of the eyelets three times before she
was satisfied.  For herself, Jenny felt as if she could hardly breathe, but
her waist hadn't been as small since she was three or four years old.

   Jenny then shrugged into a garter belt of her own, with seven broad
straps on either side that ended in metal stocking clips identical to her
mothers.  Her Mother clipped the stocking tops into each of these, as Jenny
had never worn stockings before.  Now, the suspenders started on either
side of her butt crack and hauled the tops of the seamed stockings into
little pyramids all the way round to the inner bulges of her thighs.  It
seemed to take forever.  Could it be that she was impatient to see what
sort of creature she would become?

   And it was at this point that an amazing thing started to happen.  As
her Mom busied herself fastening and strapping Jenny into the outfit in
which she was to meet her domineering Grandmother, she began to get very
turned on by the whole experience.  Indeed, by the time she'd wriggled into
a tiny skin-tight spandex mini, and then begun tightening the back lacings
in her mother's corset even further, she could feel the moisture dribbling
out of her pussy and into the gusset of her skimpy satin thong.

   "Again!" her mother had demanded, leaning into the tree for support as
Jenny raised her leg and pushed her knee into the globe of her mother's
buttock to get the necessary leverage.

   "Are you sure, mom?" she gasped.  "You look like a brandy glass now. 
Any more and I'll cut you in half."

   "No you won't, girl, and I hate to admit it, but wearing clothes like
these again is really beginning to turn me on.  Can you smell me?  I
can..."

   Aw mom, you aren't alone.  I'm feeling the strangest things myself. 
I've never felt like it before, but it's actually very, err, energizing.  I
feel like a character in a porn movie."

   As Jenny finished tying off the laces and tucking in the excess strands,
her mother turned and took her face between her hands.  "Hold on to
reality, girl.  You'll need every ounce of your wits when we get to
Mother's, and you mustn't forget that you're still only fourteen.  Still a
child, really." Then she took a step back, "Well, a fourteen year old going
on thirty.  Fuck girl, you look really whorish.  I find myself becoming
proud that my daughter looks like a complete tramp.  Reckon we could make a
buck or two on Main Street?" And then, realizing what she'd just said, her
face crumbled and tears began to well up, silvering on the garishly
mascara-darkened lower lids.  "Oh shit, what am I saying?"

   Jenny put her arm round her mother's shoulders, "Don't get upset, mom.
We're in this together.  Don't cry, or you'll have to do your make-up over
again."

   "Oh, thank you darling." They hugged: their breasts, in two different
versions of fetish sluttiness, mashing together and bulging outwards in
every direction.  If an onlooker had been standing behind either one of
them at that moment, the flare of bulging tit-meat would have seemed like a
pervert's eclipse, being so wide on either side of the embracing females
that it was adding at least six inches of width.  "You're right, but we'll
touch each other up when we get to the Gables, just to be on the safe
side."

   Jenny giggled shortly at the idea of them `touching each other up', and
then went wide-eyed again as her Mother took two pairs of shoes from the
much-depleted bag.  "Jeezus mom, how am I supposed to walk in those?"

   `Those' were black patent stiletto-heeled Oxfords.  Jenny had never seen
anything with such thin spiked heels.

   "You'll learn, real fast.  Look, I got you ones with a five-inch heel
and a one-inch platform, so you're only actually wearing fours.  These,"
and she held up the remaining pair, "...have six-inch heels and no platform
at all.  Don't worry; the entrance under the front portico at Mother's is
paved, so you should be all right.  Wait and put them on by the car, then
you can practice a bit before we go on.  I'm only going to put mine on when
we get there.  Can't drive else."

   "Mom, where did you get the money for all this stuff?  This must have
cost a fortune."

   "Your Grandmother sent it by return when I accepted her offer to move
back, with a whole list of instructions.  This is how it's supposed to
begin, Jen-jen.  Are we up for this?"

   "Why not, eh?" the garishly costumed girl replied.
3: Knocking on heaven's door.
Arriving in front of `Nine Gables', they found that the gate had been
left open and drove right up to the front of the house, parking under the
portico on the promised paving.  Somewhere deep in the bowels of the house,
dogs started barking, but stopped abruptly, as if silenced.  The Mother and

her daughter got carefully out of the small car.

   "I wasn't really expecting the yellow ribbons and the `welcome home'
banners, so I guess we knock.  They obviously know we're here.  Well,
that's your Grandmother for you."

   Jenny noticed that her mother seemed to have no difficulty walking in
her teetering heels at all, whereas she was taking tiny little steps,
trying to avoid twisting an ankle, or worse, falling.

   "Come on, girl."

   They clicked up the steps to the impressive front door and the older
woman knocked on the oak panels with a gloved hand.  They'd both donned the
elbow-length kidskin gloves at the front gate when they stopped to check
their make-up and this sensation, added to the overpowering feelings that
had begun when they'd changed clothes in the forest, brought the young girl
to the point at which she now felt flustered, hot and uncomfortable,
particularly in the breeze-caressed triangle between her legs.

   The door opened a fraction of a second before the third knock and
Alice's words, "Curioser and curioser" sprang instantly into her mind. 
Standing in the shadows inside the front door was a woman, dressed from
head to toe in what seemed to be some kind of wetsuit.  The only parts of
this creature's body that were visible were the eyes, as the rest of her
body was clad entirely in shiny black latex.

   Even the head had been covered in a hood that enclosed the hair and
face, leaving tiny slits beneath the bump of the nose and a black ball
filling the mouth behind a small opening in front of the invisible lips. 
The figure was apparently that of a slim-waisted woman.  `Woman', because
her hips flared wide into a round globular bottom and curvaceous thighs,
and her breasts, almost perfectly round in the costume like small bowls,
ended in big button nipples that tented the rubber at the front.

   It was immediately plain that she couldn't speak, a fact supported by
the flexing of the rubber encasing her throat and the momentary pulsing of
the ball in her mouth, though no sound escaped her.  The blue eyes widened,
then long false eyelashes fluttered.

   Her Mother took the cue: "We're the relatives, coming to stay.  We're
expected.  Is my mother at home?"

   The rubber doll bowed, the eyelashes fluttered again and she stood aside
as she waved them through with a mitten-encased hand to stand in the
hallway, shutting the door behind them with a sound like a tomb closing. 
She pointed at a pair of open doors to their left.  "Wait in there?" the
older woman pointed.  The eyelashes fluttered again, and she followed them
in to a room walled on all sides by books - rows and rows of books, from
floor to vaulted ceiling.

   "Wow, mom, a library..."

   And then a voice rang through the confines of the immaculate room like a
falling icicle.  "And you will not touch a single one of the books unless I
give you leave to do so.  Do you hear me girl?"

   They turned to face the tall figure that was advancing towards them,
striding through a shaft of sunlight that spotlit her figure as if it
walked onto a stage.  She towered in thigh-length boots that fastened from
inner ankle to their tops with laces criss-crossing between shiny hooks,
but paced as easily as if her feet were clad in slippers.

   As she got closer, the expected old woman didn't look old at all: far
from it.  She seemed to Jenny to be a woman in her mid-forties - not much
older than her own mom.  Her long hair was elegantly curled and coiffed so
that it framed her finely sculpted face and fell onto the upper curves of
her immense breasts.  Blade-thin eyebrows arched over eyelashes made of
iridescent hummingbird feathers.

   These monster breasts projected from her torso like the nosecones of
intercontinental ballistic missiles, completely encased in the bodice of a
full-length leather corset that had clips at the front, like her mother's,
all the way from the base of the cups to her crotch and another vertical
row of flat metal levers at the back.  Her waist beneath the pipestem of
her ribcage narrowed impossibly, appearing so tiny that Jenny thought she
might even be able to touch thumbs and fingertips together and completely
surround the incredibly small waist of the matriarch.

   The lower portion of the corset swelled out immediately beneath this
stem, burgeoning into a big, jiggling ass that was clad in full-cut French
panties with a frilly lace hem, but it was what bulged obscenely over the
waistband of the knickers at the front that had Jenny struggling for
breath. Projecting outwards from the woman's crotch and curving audaciously
to swing between the straps of her suspenders was an enormous shiny black
cock.  Jenny could hardly take her eyes off its glistening length, the
thickness of her own forearm and ending in a bulbous head the size of a
man's fist.  `Shit,' Jenny thought to herself, `...that can't be real,
surely, but I can see the veins standing out all over it.  Rubber then,
like Mom's dildo, but fuck, it must be sixteen inches long!'

   "Hello Mother..." the woman standing equally incredulously beside her
began, but was instantly cut off.

   "Melanie, you will speak to me when spoken to, and not before." Jenny
glanced sideways and saw her Mother's head fall.  Her Grandmother moved
silently on the carpet to stand in front of the girl.  "So, Jennifer, the
progeny of my slutty daughter.  Getting to be quite the young woman.  Are
you a dirty dog-fucking slut too, girl?"

   Jenny almost framed a reply, her mouth already tasting acid under the
sneering insults, but she remembered her Mother's insistent warnings and
kept silent, dropping her head like her Mother's.

   "Ah, I see the submissive in you too, girl.  Very good.  I will enjoy
having a daughter to train again.  It's been too long."

   "You're looking well, Mother." The utterance was timid, but it crackled
in the air like shoring electricity.  Jenny's Grandmother rounded on
Melanie in an instant, whipping an unseen riding crop across the exposed
undercurve of her Mother's buttocks with a crack.  The cry of pain was
immediate, but instantly stilled as the vicious-looking braids on the end
of the four-foot crop quivered under her mother's nose.

   "You have forgotten your place, Melon-cunt.  It seems that I have to
remind you, but then, your re-learning will form part of your late
daughter's pre-learning experience.  Wonderful, I love it when one can
combine one task with another.  We will begin immediately.  Turn around,
Melon-cunt, and bend at the waist.  Jennifer, I need you to watch this very
closely.  Turn around, girl.  That's right.  Now, listen to me very
carefully."

   Jenny began to feel a very deep and numbing fear as her Grandmother's
eyes fixed her in their gaze.  She felt as if she was looking into the eyes
of a panther.

   "Your Mother is a born slut.  The result of bad genes on her father's
side, but unlike you will be, she was never trained to be anything else. 
Watch..." With this, Jenny's Grandmother slashed with the crop at the
pristine orb of her mother's ass.  The effect was as immediate as it had
been before.  Her Mother jolted in shock, arching her back as the pain bit
into her, but, oddly to the young girl, didn't cry out in pain as she had
before.  "And again...  And again...  And again."

   As her mother's bottom began to turn into a wickerwork of reddening
welts, Jenny could hear a high-pitched moaning begin to issue from her
Mother's mouth, yet she did nothing to move away from the punishment,
straighten her back to avoid the slashes of the evil crop, nor beg her own
Mother for a speck of human decency to temper her single-minded need to
inflict pain.  Grandmother paused for a moment and looked away from the
ravages she was inflicting on her daughter's ass to smile at Jenny.

   "Oh dear, your slut Mother has forgotten to count.  Now I'm going to
start all over again.  Remember that, Jennifer, you must always insist that
the targets of your displeasure count off the strokes they receive. 
Sometimes," she gestured with the four-foot stage-coach crop, "...you can
repeat strokes that cause your slut to raise a leg, or scream out, like
this.  She delivered a particularly heavy stroke, aimed at the untouched
valley between her Mother's bottom cheeks, causing her to lift one spiked
heel off the floor as the braided tails lashed straight into her anal ring.
"You are always the one in control, Jennifer.  Always!"

   As the whipping continued, Jenny found herself beginning to grunt in
time with the cadence of the lashes, thrusting her hips forwards ever so
slightly on each occasion.  This was not lost on her Grandmother, who
immediately informed her own daughter of the fact between strokes.

   "Melon-cunt?  [SLASH...  "Sixxxxx-nngh"] Your slutty, fat-titted girl is
getting off, watching her mommy getting her ass whipped.  [SLASH... 
"Sevennnn-ooh"] so soon after arriving.  I can smell you from here, you
filthy tramp [SLASH...  "Eightttt-ah"].  And to think you had to bring her
here to start her real education.  [SLASH...  "Nine-eeeah"].  What a stupid
doggie cum-slut you are [SLASH...  "Tennnn-oooh"].  I have to disown you as
a daughter and claim Jennifer as my own.  You're not fit to raise a young
woman like this.  Just look at you.  Now, Melon-cunt, tell your ex-daughter
whether you enjoyed that, or not."

   Straightening slowly, Melanie turned her face towards the daughter she
had just lost and sobbed, "No, Mistress-mother, I really liked being taught
a lesson.  Thanks you Mistress-mother." Her eyes tried to meet her
ex-daughter's momentarily, and then fell to stare at the trails of liquid
that were snailing slowly down the insides of her daughter's stockinged
thighs.

   "Well done, Jennifer, now tell this filthy piece of trash to approach
you and scoop the juice off your stockings.  She knows what to do.  Quickly
now; control, Jennifer, control!"

   Jennifer was undergoing a radical epiphany, all in the space of a few
seconds: one that was going to irreversibly change her life from this point
on.  Reasoning in her head clashed with directly with the sensations
coursing through her body and soul.  `You caved in at once, mom.  You
walked in the house and became the slut you always have been immediately.
You really are a slut, mom.  So am I, but I want to be the one in control.
I want to be the one in control.'
"Mom, get your sorry ass over here, get on your knees, and clean me up.

Isn't that what Mothers are supposed to do?"

   "Very good, Jennifer, but you should stop referring to Melon-cunt as
your Mother from now on.  She's reneged on her side of the deal, hasn't
she, darling.  She doesn't deserve to be your Mother anymore, does she? 
Look at her.  Such a driveling slut.  What are you, Melon-cunt: what are
you now?"

   "I'm a...  a sniveling dog-fucking slut, Mistress-mother.  I'm sorry,
baby..." The crop sang through the air and buried itself in the quivering
flesh of the tottering woman, just above the dimples in her luscious
bottom; a vicious scything blow.  Melanie screamed open-mouthed.

   "Never talk to her that way again, cunt.  She is infinitely superior to
you in every way now.  You have lost the right to speak to her as anything
but a mistress - a mistress in training that will one day beat you to death
and laugh as she does it.  Again, Jennifer."

   There was steel in the young teen's voice this time.  She held out an
imperious arm and beckoned with a flexing forefinger.  "Come here you
disgusting slut.  Crawl on the floor.  Lick the juice out of my sweet
little cunt and beg me for my forgiveness."

   Melanie, mother no longer but slave to two mistresses, did exactly as
she was told.
4: Introductions all round:
Jenny swayed a little as her own mother carefully cleaned between her
ex- daughter's legs, reveling in the unique feelings of power and energy
that their new relationship brought to her.  She marveled that, in the
half-an-hour since they'd arrived, her mother had reverted to becoming the
filthy submissive slut that she had always been under the surface and that
much of this power had been ceded to her by her Grandmother, who now, it

seemed, wanted to make her some kind of domina apprentice.

   As the tongue lapping at her crotch began to lead her into the throes of
her first full-fledged orgasm, she opened her eyes and gazed at the woman
who had made it all possible, as her Grandmother moved to stand next to
her, looking down at the head of her own daughter bobbing in the snatch of
her Granddaughter.  Jennifer saw something that stretched her mind and the
possibilities forming within it even further, because the previously
flaccid `dildo' that had been swinging impotently between her thighs before
now stuck out straight from her body, pulsing and throbbing with life.

   The older woman followed her gaze and smiled.  "It's real baby; a gift
from your late Grandfather.  I wanted it, I took it and I had it implanted
before his body was toast in the crematorium.  Those drugs of his really
worked, didn't they?" With this, she fumbled at the base of the huge fuck
stick and then peeled off a tight latex sleeve that had made it appear to
be a strap-on.  The freed cock bobbed massively above the head of the
compliant slave, and Jennifer reached out slowly to take it tenderly into
the kidskin palm of her hand.  "Want one, baby?  Mommy will get a little
man-penis for her baby - and then we'll just have to make it bigger, won't
we?"

   As another orgasmic wave washed through the young teen's body, she
smiled up into the face of her new Mother and said, "Oh, yes please, Mommy.
I want one just like you.  Then I'm gonna piss all over this cum-slut here
and drown the fucking bitch."

   "That's my girl.  Come now, darling.  I want to introduce you to the
staff and the slut there to some old friends.  Pull yourself together,
Jennifer.  Control is the key!"

   "Yes, Mother, control."

   As she detached herself from the tear-stained face of her erstwhile
mother, she smiled almost secretively down at her, globules of cunt-juice
and cum smeared across her cheeks and her make-up beginning to make her
look positively ghoulish.  "Thanks, Melon-cunt.  Just think how dull my
future might have been if we'd stayed in Ruddlington.  You always were a
dumb fat tit-slut, but at least you did this right," and she laughed.

   As her new Mother strode towards the other end of the room, her massive
hard-on bouncing in front of her, appearing to `conduct' the way, she was
summoning people that had yet to be introduced to the new arrivals.  The
staff.

   Four women answered their Mistress's call: one was the latex doll that
had answered the door...  was it only less than an hour ago?  This creature
was introduced to Jennifer, somewhat obviously, as Rubber-slut.  The next
was a slightly older woman, dressed in a vinyl nurse's uniform, complete
with red crosses on the sleeves and blouse, stretched tight over very big
breasts.  Her skirt flared out from the waist like a ballet dancer's tutu,
revealing crotch-length white vinyl stockings that descended into white
platform boots.  Nurse Prick was also sporting a white strap-on dildo that
jutted from a triangular pad strapped tightly against her crotch.

   "They all like to mimic me from time to time," her new Mother said by
way of explanation, "...it amuses me."

   In line immediately behind the doll and the nurse came a figure dressed
in an ankle-length red cheongsam: a Chinese dress that buttoned from waist
to throat with tiny buttons that looked like pearly knots.  She was clearly
Asiatic in origin, with a café-au-lait complexion and eyes that drew
upwards at their outside corners, giving her a distinctly haughty air.  She
was the only one of the women whose clothing in any way covered her legs,
but long slits on either side that cut all the way to her hips gave
glimpses of sheer charcoal stockings and red stilettos.

   "My doctor, Sue Lin," her mother said, and the woman nodded somewhat
superciliously at Jenny as their eyes met.

   The last to be introduced was an older woman, perhaps forty, dressed
very much as Jennifer and Melanie were now.  She had a very pretty face,
Jenny thought, but it was careworn in ways that the other faces were not.
In each hand she held the ends of short braided leashes that attached to
the studded collars of two enormous dogs.  They stood like sentinels on
other side, peering intently at the new arrivals as if to determine whether
friend or foe.  One growled, deep in its chest, then quieted as her new
Mother raised an imperious hand.

   "Ah, my darlings.  Jennifer, these are my boys, Dido and Bendigo. 
They...  look after our happy home.  Now, we must let them get to know you
and Melon-cunt so that they'll accept you as members of the family.  Bitch,
release them,"

   The woman holding the leashes reached forwards and snapped the links
holding them to the collars.  The dogs watched the face of her
Grandmother-mother intently.  "Now, Jennifer, don't move at all while they
introduce themselves.  They're very touchy when it comes to strangers,
aren't they, Bitch?" The woman addressed as `Bitch' nodded her head
downwards, but didn't speak.  "Come boys, meet my daughter." There was a
tinge of excitement in the Mistress's voice.

   Melon-cunt moved her head to glance at her Mother in expectation, but
realised quickly that she was referring to her new daughter, not the
rejected one.  She cast mournful eyes at the dogs as they advanced on the
girl she'd lost and tears began to streak her cheeks with runnels of
mascara, as they fell unheeded onto the quivering mounds of tit meat
bulging beneath her chin.

   The dogs circled right and left.  Jennifer could smell them: huge black
and tan brutes.  Then one bent his head to thrust his muzzle into her
crotch, burying his nose in the wet cleft of her pussy and snuffling.  She
couldn't help a little shriek escaping her lips.  "Steady darling.  Dido
just wants to be able to recognise you.  This is how canines do it.  Be
perfectly still."

   The dog began to lick her through the sodden panties, and then she felt
the other at her back thrust its snout into her rear, waggling its head
from side to side as it drove between the globular cheeks of her bottom. 
Another tongue began to lap at her sex, only this one had slathered the
material of her panties aside and was probing at the brown rosebud of her
asshole.  An `Ooooh' of pleasure escaped her and her head started to fall
backwards on her shoulders as the two doggie tongues invaded her sex.

   "Dido, Bendigo, that's enough my boys.  This is your new sister,
Mistress Jennifer." A hand reached out to pat the two dogs on their heads.
Manicured nails, like talons the colour of blood, scratched them behind the
ears.  Without taking her eyes from her ministrations, the woman spoke
again, but the sneer was back now, stronger than before.

   "You'll remember Brutus, won't you Melon-cunt?" A whimper came from the
woman standing to Jenny's left.  "Of course you do.  Well, these are his
grandsons.  They'll be very happy to make your acquaintance, won't you
boys? You see, Jennifer, the slut used to have a playmate as a child:
Brutus, a dog of exceptional qualities.  They were inseparable, weren't
you, slut?" She chuckled, "Especially when he started to get his knot into
your dirty little-girl cunt," again, the cackle of laughter.  Jenny was
staring open-mouthed at her late mother, unable to believe what she was
hearing, and yet seeing only submission, humiliation and acquiescence on
the face of the cow-titted slut.

   "She really fucked a dog?"

   "Oh yes, darling, but not just any dog.  Brutus was exceptional.  Her
father encouraged her behaviour, the limp-dicked scum.  These bonny lads
have been specially bred, Jennifer.  They're trained to dominate weak women
like Melon-cunt and turn them into their bitches.  I make a lot of money
with each puppy that they father.  Women who have lost the desire to mate
with human males will pay a lot to own a Mastiff-Doberman cross with
fourteen inches of doggy cock and staying power enough to fuck all night."
She pointed at Melanie and the dogs turned towards her.

   "Now boys, meet your new bitch."

   At long last, the tear-streaked woman seemed to draw a reserve of
strength and will from somewhere deep within her.  She raised her chin,
almost defiantly, "No, mother, I will not submit to that again.  You cannot
make me."

   She was interrupted, not with the crop, but with a breathless laugh from
the woman who had given birth to her.  "Oh dear me.  I won't have to, slut.
My boys will see to that.  Now, submit yourself, Melanie dog-slut.  I want
Jennifer to see the wanton depths to which you will sink.  Jennifer, look
at the depraved longing on the dog-slut's face." Jennifer's Mistress was
grinning like a gargoyle, staring at the degradation of her own flesh and
blood as it unfolded.

   The dogs seemed to know exactly what to do.  As one...  Dido?  Bendigo?
Jennifer couldn't yet tell them apart, gripped with his huge jaw around one
of Melanie's elbows and began to pull her forwards, the other dog had moved
behind her and taken the gusset of her thong between his snarling teeth. 
By pulling in opposite directions, the dogs were forcing the woman to bend
at the waist, to the point at which she fell to her knees with a cry of
desperation.  The dog at the front then released his grip on the slut's
elbow and barked loudly into her face, only stopping this when she sat back
on her haunches and he bit instead at one of the woman's enormous teats. 
She threw her head back and screamed.

   There was a ripping sound and the dog biting at the slut's jiggling
bottom took a pace backwards with the remains of her panties and garter
belt dangling from his mouth.  He spat them to one side and then launched
himself forwards to clamp his jaws on either side of her head, growling all
the while.

   At this moment, Jennifer saw the penis of the dog in front as he reared
himself upwards to place a paw on both sides of the chasm-like cleavage. 
His cock was poking out of the hairy sheath, strangely pointed, but
glistening with some kind of excretion and beginning to throb as blood
pumped into the heavily veined shaft.  Moving his hips forwards, he thrust
the emerging cock at the slut's head, while his brother bit down harder on
the neck of the bitch.  As her mouth opened in another scream, the penis
pushed past her lips and slammed straight into her throat.

   Jennifer watched, awestruck, as the woman who had once been her mother
choked on the beast's pillar of meat and tried to push the dog off her to
grab a breath of air, but she fell to one side and, as her gloved hand slid
through a slimy smear, she found herself lying crumpled on the floor
beneath the bellies of the excited canines.

   Whimpering again, she struggled to get her arms under her heaving tits
and lever herself back up onto her knees, but she was now presenting the
moon of her pale ass to one dog and he seized on the opportunity
immediately.  With one bouncing stride, he straddled the struggling slut,
squatted slightly and humped his cock in the general direction of her cunt.
As she fell forwards again under this assault, he found his dribbling
target and plunged half of his cock-meat into the new bitch's cum-hole.  As
she screamed again, the other dog took over the domineering duties and bit
down on the bitch's neck, pinning her face to the floor while his brother
continued to work the full length of his dog-cock into this wonderful new
bitch-cunt.

   Without realizing that she was doing it, Jennifer's fingers had found
their own way under the ridiculously short skirt and were rubbing her
swollen clitoris through the satin of her thong.  She could feel the juices
dribbling out of her pussy, leaving fresh trails down the insides of her
thighs over the stockings.  Her Mother-mistress's voice forced her mind
away from drinking in the amazing sight of her ex-mother's defilement and
etched a new command upon her brain.

   "Jennifer, kneel down like the dog-slut.  Yes, right there." Her
Mistress's huge member was so hard now that it throbbed against the
material in the vee between her giant tits.  It's time I took your
virginity, darling." As she moved, dreamlike to comply, kneeling down and
then forwards to prop herself on her arms, she watched the dog hammering at
the cunt of his new bitch, each inward thrust forcing a squeal out of her.
As the older woman knelt behind her, she felt the sodden gusset of her
panties tweaked gently to one side, and then the enormous bulb of the
woman's fuck-stick pressing firmly into the cleft of her pussy.

   "I'll be very gentle with you, darling.  Mommy will always fuck her
little baby carefully..." Her voice hardened, becoming cruel - sadistic,
"...that is, I will until you can't get enough of my fucking daddy-dick,
baby.  Then, I'll make you scream like a stuck pig every time I pork these
sweet holes."

   Jennifer's eyes began to water as the huge fist of her Mistress's
cock-head began to force its way into her tight little pussy.  She grunted,
feeling her hymen tear apart like so much tissue paper, as the invading arm
of erectile meat moved slowly, deeper and deeper.

   The voice was sweeter again.  "That's a good girl.  You are absolutely
perfect, Jennifer.  And now you become a woman; fucked by your own
Grandmother, using your Grandfather's cock.  Isn't that wonderfully ironic?
You're a perfect fuck, Jennifer.  I expected your vagina to split, at the
very least, but it's stretched around Mommy's cock like a wedding band. 
Oooooh baby girl, I'm in love again..."

   Slowly but surely, the woman skewered into her granddaughter's cunt
began to fuck the nine-inches of cock meat that she'd managed to force in,
like a club, in and out of the incredibly tight orifice.  With each thrust,
she drove a little deeper, feeling her cock-head pound first against the
young woman's cervix, then wedge into the cervical opening and begin to
pressure open the grunting girl's last bastion of defence against this
enormous invader.  `I might kill the little slut,' was the thought that
went through the domineering shemale's mind, `...but she is such a
delicious diversion after all this time that I am tempted to ram-fuck it
all the way into the bitch.  It's so long since I've been able to get it
all into a human being.' She placed her thumbs on either side of the
meat-piston and pried the butt-cheeks of her new daughter even further
apart, watching her mammoth penis raping its way slowly into the belly of
the kneeling child.

   "Baby, you're doing so well.  Mommy's got almost a foot of her cock into
your tight little virgin cunt." Then a chuckle, "...although I don't think
that we can call you a virgin anymore, can we?"

   "No, mistress," the onlookers that could speak echoed in unison.

   She looked at the four loyal members of her staff: One jealous that her
mistress was fucking the little tramp instead of raping her own rubber-clad
ass; one wanking the rubber cock sticking out from her groin and hoping
she'd get to give the big-titted teen her own version of a medical check-up
soon; one wondering how long it would be before the girl died under the
hugely invasive assault, or whether her internal organs would move and
relocate in order to accommodate the Mistress's cock, as hers had done, and
one, who's eyes had stayed on the cow with the enormous udders being raped
by the dogs, thankful that her duties as kennel bitch and suckling-pig
would at last be shared.

   The Mistress could feel the tension building in her groin, like a kettle
coming to the boil.  In her mind's eye, she addressed the bitch that had
fallen so unwanted from her womb all those years ago.

   `You almost took my beauty away from me, you ungrateful slut,' she
thought.  `You consorted with your father, sympathizing with all his
inadequacies and impotencies, until he could no longer see you as anything
but a cum-receptive cow.  Now you'll pay the piper, bitch.  Now you'll find
that the depths of humiliation you sank to before were merely a phase in
your irresistible and inevitable descent.  I have already taken your
daughter from you, dog-fucker.  Now, I am going to take the greatest
delight in stripping you of all your supposed humanity.'

   "Look at her, Jennifer.  Look at your mother becoming a doggie bitch. 
Melon-cunt?" The woman being pounded by one dog and held down by the other
could only grunt - a thin and animal sound.  "...listen to me, bitch.  Look
at me!" It was a demand.  "I'm fucking your daughter, Melanie.  See this?
I've taken your daughter's virginity.  She wanted me to.  She knelt down
here, watching her own Mother getting raped by a dog, and she spread this
little butt and waited for me to fuck your father's cock into her virgin
cunt." The savaged face of the new bitch crumbled in abject woe.

   "Jennifer, look at the face of your Mother.  Doesn't she look sweet? 
Sue Lin will give her something to make her lactate, and then she can
suckle my dogs: the puppies too.  After all, it would be a shame not to
find a use for those disgusting udders on the fat cow, wouldn't it?" The
matriarch's breath was coming shorter now.  Little puffs that hissed in
rhythm with the pumping of her massive organ into the bowels of the girl.

   Even Jennifer was feeling the unique excitation of a vaginal orgasm
building in the core of her guts.  The pain had become less now, but even
that had been easily borne.  A vague memory, `Pain is all a part of a
woman's pleasure...' flitted through Jenny's mind.  `Where did I read
that...?'

   "Melon slut," the Mistress ordered, "Suck Dido's cock.  Deepthroat your
new husband's filthy penis, bitch.  That's right, get it all in there.  Oh,
good bitch."

   As the feelings in her whole body reached the point of nuclear
explosion, Jennifer saw her mother bend her head under the body of the dog
that had pinned her to the floor and greedily suck the beast's enormous
cock into her mouth.  It had fully emerged from the animal's sheath now and
the ball of muscle two thirds of the way down the shaft had begun to swell
and harden.

   When the dog felt his knot bump against the woman's teeth, the
sensations pulsing through the immersed half of his cock, from the
constriction of her throat, caused an instinctive reaction.  With a massive
thrust, the dog drove the knot past the lips and teeth of this new bitch
and rammed all fourteen inches of rock-hard meat down the slut's throat.

   "Oooooh look, Jennifer.  You can see the shape of Dido's cock in the
bitch's throat.  They've both got their knots buried in the bitch.  She's
tied at both ends!"

   As Jennifer felt the first pulses of the meat pole plunging deep into
her body, she saw the dog on her Mother's back hump wildly at her slutty
ass, and then kick a leg over the globes of her buttocks and stand
ass-to-ass, his cock hosing out the whore's uterus with huge gobbets of
puppy-juice: skeins of drool dribbling like candy icicles from his jaw. 
And as her Mistress began to cum, squirting stream after stream of spunk
into the fertile womb of her new daughter, Jennifer's brain exploded into a
myriad of unbearable delights.
Her last thought as unconsciousness claimed her was, `I want it all.  I

want to take it all.  I want my Mommy to love me...'
   THE END