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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

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   "Please Mr.  Foster!" the little blonde teen was almost in tears, "It's
just that Mom's been sick and hasn't been able to work!"

   Actually, her mom was hooked on crack, and everyone in the building knew
it.  It broke my heart, because I had enjoyed having little Peggy running
around the apartment building ever since she was four.  Now, ten years
later, I had no choice but to evict her and her mother.  They were three
months behind in the rent, and I wasn't going to keep my job much longer if
I didn't do something.

   "I've done all I can, Peggy," I said, raising my hands in a shrug, "but
my hands are tied!"

   "Please!" she cried, the prospect of homelessness looming before her,
"I'll do anything!"

   Suddenly the pitch of her voice dropped as she grasped that last concept
and committed to it.

   "...Anything!" her eyes burned into mine and my cock lurched inside my
pants.

   "Anything, Peggy?" I asked.

   She nodded and said evenly, toying with a budding breast, "Anything!"

   "You'd suck my old dick and let me fuck you?" I asked, "You'd bend over
and take it up the ass?"

   She swallowed hard, but I had to hand it to the little
fourteen-year-old, she had guts.

   "Yes," she said, "If that's what you want!"

   "You'll do anything I tell you to?" I had something in mind, but
probably not what she thought.

   "Yes, Mr.  Foster."

   "Okay, come with me." I took her by the hand, and Max, my mastiff, my
best friend, and my bodyguard trotted along behind as I led Peggy up the
stairs to her Mom's apartment.

   "Open it!" I told her.  I could have used my master key, but I wanted
her to do it.

   Peggy produced a key from the pocket of her jeans and unlocked the door.
Her mother was still in bed.  I marched Peggy in and dragged her Mom out of
bed by one foot, thumping her naked ass on the worn carpet in the process.

   Mandy wasn't bad looking, yet, but a few more years on the crack and
she'd look like all the other wasted shells that hung around this
neighborhood.

   "Hey!" she cried, "What the fuck are you doing Frank!  Get the hell out
of here!"

   "Shut up, bitch!" I said, "Keep your trap shut and listen!"

   Surprisingly, or perhaps out of shock, she did.  I'm usually an
easy-going guy and try to get along with my tenants.  Hell, I been known to
handle evictions so sensitively that the evictees shake my hand on the way
out!  This time, though, I was mad, and I wasn't pulling any punches.

   "Do you love your daughter, Mandy?" I asked harshly, "Do you love
Peggy?"

   "You know I do, Frank!" she replied, still sitting there bare-assed on
the rug.  Not a bad body either, though the skin wasn't as firm as it used
to be.

   "Then how the hell did you let things get this bad?" I asked.

   "What do you mean?" she was still sleep-drugged, but didn't seem to be
high.

   I turned to Peggy.  "You said you'd do anything I wanted, right?"

   Peggy nodded, not too sure of herself now, in her mother's presence.

   "Strip!" I ordered, "Right here, right now, no back talk!"

   She looked shocked, but sucked it up and started pulling off her top. 
Moisture welled up in her eyes and almost broke my heart.

   Mandy, however, was finally catching up.  "What the hell are you doing!
Peggy!  Stop that!"

   "Shut up, Mandy!" I said, "This deal is between me and your daughter!"

   To Peggy, I said, "Get 'em all off!  NOW!"

   A solitary tear rolled down her face as she complied, and I felt like
the asshole I was acting, but didn't relent.

   When Peggy stood in front of us naked, I turned back to Mandy.

   "Your sorry assed excuse for motherhood has brought your daughter to
this!" I said, "She's willing to become my whore to pay your goddamn rent!
Do you know what a miserable mother that makes you?!"

   I turned back to Peggy and the sight of her young body, shivering in the
chill air of the apartment almost changed my mind.

   "Get dressed, Peggy." I said gently, "Kids shouldn't have to pay to for
their parent's mistakes.  Go on, get your clothes on."

   "YOU on the other hand," I turned back to Mandy, "have two choices!  You
can agree to do exactly as I say until your rent is paid in full, or you
and Peggy can get the hell out by noon tomorrow!"

   Mandy looked stunned.

   "You - you can't do that!" she cried, "We'll be homeless!  We have
nowhere else to go!"

   "That's not my problem!" I retorted, "You're three months behind in the
rent, and I need paying tenants!  So what's it going to be?"

   "W-what would I have to do?" Mandy's lower lip trembled and I knew she
was about to bawl.

   "Any goddamn thing I tell you to, that's what!" I said, "For starters,
get up on your hands and knees, and be quick about it!"

   She scrambled to do what I commanded.

   "Peggy," I said, "get your mother's vibrator and get her warmed up!"

   "W-what do you mean?" Peggy stammered.

   "Come on, girl!" I said, "This is a studio!  I know you've pretended to
sleep at night while your mom got off on that thing!  Now get it and do
what I told you!"

   Blushing, Peggy sheepishly reached under the bed to pull out the
vibrator.  Kneeling behind her mom, she whispered, "Sorry, Mom!", then
switched on the vibrator and started running it around her mother's clit.

   Mandy, blushing to the tips of her toes, nonetheless started moaning
under her daughter's ministrations.  I gave her only a couple of minutes of
that.  This wasn't for her pleasure.

   "That's enough, Peggy!" I commanded.

   Peggy looked relieved that she didn't have to embarrass her mom any
more. She wouldn't have had she known what was coming next.

   "Okay, Peggy," I said firmly but as gently as I could, "Take Max's leash
and lead him to your mom.  You know how dogs do it, so get him to mount his
bitch!"

   "Mr.  Foster!" Peggy cried in shock, "You can't mean it!  Max is a dog!"

   "I mean every word of it, Peggy." I said, "Your mom has been a
crack-smoking bitch and now she's going to get her reward!"

   Mandy looked dumbfounded.  "Don't do this Frank!  I'll find a way to pay
your rent!  I promise!"

   "You've BEEN promising for over three months now." I snarled at her,
"Now accept my way or get the fuck out!"

   Mandy shut up, but began sobbing silently as her daughter fulfilled her
end of the bargain, tears flowing from her own eyes.

   Max wasted no time getting mounted and socketed.  Other tenants had paid
their rent this way before, and Max knew and relished his part.

   I waited for him to tie with her, then took Peggy's hand and returned to
my apartment.

   "Sit down, Peggy." I said, rummaging through the drawers, "We need to
talk."

   I found what I was looking for, then sat opposite the sobbing teen.

   "Here's the deal, Peggy." I said, not too harshly, "Your mom is hooked
on crack.  It's taken over her life, and as long as she's on it, nothing
else matters as much as the dope - not you, not the rent, nothing!  You
can't make her quit.  I can't make her quit.  Nobody but Mandy can make her
quit.  What you and I CAN do is try to make it so painful for her to stay
addicted that she'll give it up on her own.  We could do that by letting
you be my whore and letting her watch.  That might snap her out of it and
it might not.  I'm not going to do that, because, like I said, kids
shouldn't have to pay for their parents' mistakes.  What we ARE going to
do, you and I, is make your mother our sex slave, and let everyone know it.
Are you with me so far?"

   Peggy's tears had stopped but her eyes were still red as she nodded.

   "Okay, here's my plan." I said, "Now remember, I'm holding you to your
deal - I still need you to do what I tell you, even though I'm not going to
be screwing you, okay?"

   "I'll do what you say, Mr.  Foster." Peggy said, putting on a brave
face, "But won't you lose your job?"

   "I've got a little money put away that I'll use to keep your rent from
getting any further behind, and if this works," I replied, "your mom will
pay me back, one way or another."

   Peggy, trusting soul that she was, nodded gravely.

   "Okay.  I'm going to depend on you to do most of this - I'm still the
building super and I've got other things to do." I told her.  "First, when
we get back to your apartment, I want you to put this collar and leash on
your mom.  From now on, she doesn't go anywhere without them, and wherever
she goes, you lead her by the leash.  Can you do that?"

   "I-I don't know, Mr.  Foster!" Peggy wailed, "That's my mother you're
talking about!"

   "No, Peggy, it's not!" I said harshly, "Your mother is lost inside the
crack-head that's taken over her body!  If you want her back, you need to
shame the crack-head into giving her up!  You have to be strong on this,
because it's the only chance she's got, hear me?"

   Peggy sniffled and nodded.

   "Okay, starting tomorrow," I continued, "I'm going to get a pee sample
from your mom every day and have my buddy down at the clinic test it until
you guys are paid in full.  For every day the test comes back positive,
you're going to administer one of two punishments.  The first will be like
today - Max will fuck the daylights out of her.  Every other day, instead
of Max, you'll fuck her ass with this..."

   I showed her the enormous strapon dildo.  That thing would make a mare
scream, but if it got Mandy off the crack, it would be worth it, for
Peggy's sake if nothing else.  Peggy's eyes went wide with alarm at the
sight of it.

   "That will kill her!" she cried.

   "No it won't, Peggy." I said, "But it might make her wish she were dead!
That's the whole idea!  All the time you're raping her butt with this
you'll be telling her what a worthless mother she is.  You'll remind her
that it was her use of crack that got her into this mess, and generally
make her feel like shit!  Then, when the tests start coming back negative,
I'll get my payback by making love to her - man to woman.  I'll say things
to make her feel good about herself, and let her enjoy a gentle fucking for
a change, making sure she cums several times.  If she goes back to the
crack, we go back to the dog and the dildo.  Do you see the pattern?"

   She nodded, "Yeah, carrot and stick, right?"

   "That's right!" I said, pleased with her, "Now on drug-free days, you'll
help out by letting her off the leash.  She wears the collar as a reminder
until you're paid up, but you let her free of the leash when she does well,
and you tell her how much you love her.  Tell her she's doing well and that
you hope you don't have to put the leash back on, okay?"

   "You know, Mr.  Foster," Peggy replied, "I was really beginning to hate
you, but the more I hear of this plan, the more I think it might work. 
I'll do whatever it takes.  I gave you my word, and now that I believe in
your plan, I won't have any trouble keeping it."

   "Okay, Max ought to be finishing up pretty soon," I said, "so we should
get back up there."

   We walked in silence up the stairs to her apartment, but as we
approached the door, Peggy turned to me and said, "Oh yeah, I almost
forgot, Mr.  Foster.  Thanks!"

   "Don't thank me yet, Peggy." I said, "Crack addiction is a terrible
disease, and there's no assurance that even this is going to work.  Let's
just do our best and keep our fingers crossed.  Oh yeah, tell your mom when
she's ready to go into re-hab, I know a guy who knows a guy..."

   As we entered the apartment, Mandy was sobbing as she knelt, locked
ass-to-ass with the giant Mastiff.

   "You shithead!" she screamed at me, "How could you do this to me?"

   I looked at Peggy, raising an eyebrow.  This was the acid test.  She
turned pale, but nodded and walked over to her Mother.

   Without a word, she raised her hand and brought its open palm down with
a resounding smack on her mother's cheek!

   "Shut up, BITCH!" she hissed, "YOU are the one who did this to us!  YOU
are the one who screwed up!  You love your crack more than you love me, and
you need to thank Mr.  Foster for giving you the chance to earn your rent!"

   Mandy, shocked, stared at her daughter.

   "Peggy!?" she asked querilously, "What's gotten into you?!"

   "YOU have MOTHER!" Peggy answered scathingly, "Some mother YOU turned
out to be!  If it weren't for Mr.  Foster, I'd be homeless or living in
some foster home with all the other unwanted kids!  What the hell kind of
MOTHER does that to her daughter?"

   "I-I'm sorry, Peggy!" Mandy sobbed, "You know I've been sick..."

   "Sick, my ASS!" Peggy snorted, "You've been sucking up the crack that
you spent our rent money and food money on!  You're a goddamn addict, MOM!
If you can't work for the money, you can damn well earn it the way Mr. 
Foster says you have to!"

   "No!" Mandy cried, "I'm sick, I tell you!  I need medicine!"

   "You're telling me that black guy on the corner is your DOCTOR!?" the
more she berated her mother, I noticed, the more Peggy realized the truth
of her accusations, "I'M not high, bitch, and I'm not STUPID!  You get off
the crack and start being a mother again, and all of this stops!  Until you
get the back rent paid, though, you're just my bitch, and you wear this
wherever you go!"

   With that, she quickly fastened the collar around her mother's neck,
then snapped the leash onto it.  Mandy's hand went to her neck in horror.

   "Peggy!?" she cried, "What are you doing?!  Get this off of me!"

   "That stays on until you get us out of debt, bitch!" Peggy snarled, "If
you try to take it off, I'll put a padlock on it to make sure it stays! 
Got that?!"

   "Peggy!" Mandy pleaded.

   "Mr.  Foster," Peggy turned back to me, "how do you train a dog not to
bark?"

   "Some dogs can be trained with doggy treats." I said, "Others are just
too damn stubborn and need to be punished to remind them.  A quick smack
across the snout with the end of the leash every time they bark usually
does the trick."

   To be honest, I wouldn't use such a method on a dog, but with crack
bitches, you have to be a little more harsh.

   "Well, I'll have to get some doggy treats before I can try that," she
said, "in the meantime, we'll see if the leash does any good."

   "Peggy?" Mandy started to say, "What are you...?"

   SMACK!  The leather loop on the end of the leash left a white stripe on
her cheek that quickly turned red.

   "C-can I say something, please?!" Mandy sobbed, rubbing her cheek.

   "You may speak, as long as it's not to lie or to get out of accepting
your responsibility." Peggy replied, imperiously.

   "I-it's this, this, dog!" Mandy cried, "I-I can't take this every day!"

   "Oh, don't worry, bitch!" Peggy said evilly, reaching into the small
duffle we'd used to carry her new toys, "Tomorrow you'll get a break. 
Tomorrow, I'm going to sodomize you with THIS!"

   "OH MY GOD!" Mandy cried when she saw the size of the dildo, "That will
KILL me!"

   "I hope not, bitch," Peggy replied, "because you're going to take turns!
Tomorrow it's me and the dildo, then the next day it's Max again!  Unless,
of course, you REALLY piss me off!  Then you get to let Max fuck you in the
ass!"

   Mandy broke down crying again, sobbing "Why?  Why?..." over and over. 
Just then, Max gave a tug and his shrinking knot popped out of her
distended pussy, causing her to shriek with pain, then sob some more in
humiliation as a flood of dog cum poured out of her.

   As she knelt there, sniffling in shame, I explained the rest of the
program to her, then said, "Peggy is your mistress until your rent is
caught up.  The sooner you get off the crack and back to work, the sooner
this ends.  If you give her any crap, I will know about it, and believe me,
you don't want to piss me off!  Is that clear?"

   Sobbing and sniffling, her nose running, Mandy hung her head and nodded,
the metal on the leash and collar clinking together.

   The following day, I came up to coach Peggy through the second phase of
her mother's punishment.  Mandy knelt obediently beside her daughter, tears
in her eyes, as Peggy held the leash taut, keeping her head up.

   "Do I wear this over my clothes," she asked, showing me the dildo
harness, "or take them off first?"

   "Well, personally," I grinned, "I'd prefer that you take them off, but
I'm a dirty old man, and you shouldn't be undressing in front of me.  The
harness will work either way."

   Peggy tried it on over her jeans, but the folds of fabric pinched her
when she tightened the straps.  Shrugging, she stripped out of her jeans
and strapped it on over her panties.

   "It's not like you haven't already seen me...!" she smiled, shyly.

   While Peggy was getting situated, I took a urine sample.  Peeling the
cellophane wrapper from the straight catheter, I used the little tube of
sterile lube that came with it to gel the pointed tip of the plastic tube.
Without fanfare, I stabbed the lubricated piece of tubing into Mandy's
urethra, feeding more and more into her until it entered her bladder and
the plastic bag on the other end began to fill.  It was going to be VERY
difficult for Mandy to cheat THIS drug test!  For the hell of it, and
because it humiliate her even more, I fucked her pee-hole with the plastic
tube while Peggy finished her preparations.

   I had brought some soft nylon rope with me, and together we bound her
mother face down, sobbing, still impaled by the catheter, to the bed.  I
handed Peggy a tube of K-Y and said, "Be generous - you want pain, not
injury."

   Peggy knelt between Mandy's spread legs and poked the end of the
lube-tube into her pink, crinkled anus.  Mandy sobbed even louder as her
daughter squeezed lubricant around the hole, then jammed the tip hard
against the portal and squeezed about half its contents into the bound
woman's ass.

   I took the tube from her and slathered the head and shaft of the dildo.

   "Okay, Peggy." I whispered into her ear, "Remember, take it easy getting
the head in, then rape the shit out of her.  It has to hurt like hell, got
it?"

   The little blonde nodded solemnly and planted the bulbous tip of the
plastic phallus at her mom's butt hole.  With a steady push, and a hand on
the shaft to keep it from bending, she gained entry.  Mandy shrieked bloody
murder as that enormous glans popped through her overstretched anus! 
Rather than alarm the other tenants, I took a pair of long socks from the
floor and stuffed one in her mouth, tying it in place with the other. 
Though her cries were now muffled, it was clear that she was NOT enjoying
this!

   When Mandy settled down a bit I nodded at Peggy, who started pushing
further inward.  Not satisfied that she was giving it her all, I placed a
calloused palm on the girl's little bubble butt and SHOVED!  Mandy, tied
face-down and spread wide, had no where to go!  She screamed into the socks
as the dildo slammed into her colon, and the front of the harness dug into
the tender mounds of her ass!  Grabbing the back of the harness, I made the
first couple of strokes for Peggy, makiing it clear just how hard she was
to sodomize her mother!

   When I felt her taking over, I released the harness and stood back to
watch the petite teen with the innocent face totally ravish her helpless
mother!  Although it was clear that in the prone position, the dildo
couldn't go quite as deep, still it made Mandy seem even more helpless and
vulnerable as Peggy slammed in and out of her.  When Peggy grabbed a
handful of dirty blonde hair and jerked her mother's head up, my cock
jumped in my pants!

   "How does it feel, MOTHER?" Peggy hissed, "How do you like being FUCKED
in the ASS like your habit has done to me?  Huh?  I almost had to become a
whore for you, you stupid cow!  I hope you never get off the crack!  I'm
starting to LIKE this!  You can be my own private ASSHOLE, bitch!  I'll
fuck you so hard and deep..." she slammed inward for emphasis, "that you'll
be able to taste your shit as this thing comes out your throat!"

   Once Peggy got a good rhythm going, I reached between her legs and again
fucked Mandy's pee hole, in time with her daughter's jabs into her
intestines!  When I reached under and pinched her clit, Mandy, her world
red with pain and humiliation, went berserk, cumming so hard that fluid
sprayed from her spasming cunt, coating my forearm and the bed!

   I jerked the catheter out as she came, intensifying the humiliating
climax, and sending Mandy into a series of spasmodic contractions!  Peggy
gave her no respite.  For another half-hour, as Mandy grew exhausted and
the pleasure turned once more to pain, she slam-fucked her mother's ass! 
Finally, Peggy tired, and at my suggestion, she simply unfastened the
harness and left the huge dildo twitching deep in her mother's sore bottom!

   It was almost a month before the first test came back clean.  That
night, I again bound Mandy to the bed, but face up, this time.  As Peggy
told her mom how proud she was of her, I spent well over an hour showing
her.  I gently kissed, nibbled, licked and nipped at every square inch of
her exposed flesh, paying special attention to her ears, neck, inner
thighs, lower belly, and breasts.  I gave her five oral orgasms, each more
powerful than the last, then entered her slowly, gently.  Her first human
cock in over a month, and Mandy made the most of it, begging me for more
and more.

   "Promise me you'll stay clean?" I whispered in her ear as I swiveled my
cock inside her clasping pussy.

   "Yes!" she cried, "Oh God, YES!  Please just FUCK me!"

   I nodded to Peggy who untied her mother's legs and arms.  Not wasting
any time, Mandy wrapped arms and legs around me, and urged me on to greater
and greater effort.  I nipped her earlobes, nibbled the side of her neck,
and bent to capture a straining nipple gently between my teeth!  After
nearly a month of abuse, the mental and physical pleasure we gave her must
have been mind-blowing!  I held out as long as I could, while Mandy climbed
higher and higher, flinging herself from the precipice repeatedly, only to
climb back up and do it again!

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   Six months later, Peggy was with Mandy when she dropped off the final
payment, in cash, for the arrears and the current month's rent.  I made a
big deal of removing the dog collar from Mandy's neck, and Peggy beamed
with pride.  They were both attending meetings, Peggy for co-dependents and
Mandy for chemical dependents.  Mandy had her old job back, though they
wondered about her wearing turtlenecks in summer, and they had already
given her one raise.

   As they turned to leave, Mandy looked back over her shoulder.

   "Thanks for everything, Frank." she said softly, "But I have one,
actually two, little favors to ask of you."

   "After what I've put you through," I grinned, "I guess I can at least
hear you out."

   Mandy smiled and asked, "Well, first, I wondered if we might, you know,
hang on to that dildo...?"

   "Hmmm!" I smiled, "Can I still watch?"

   "Only if you'll grant my second favor!" Mandy said seductively.

   "What's that?" I asked.
   "Bring Max around for a visit now and then...?"