Silent H. Jekyll MF, Mf, Ff, bdsm, nc, some scat: story codes refer to the series, not to specific chapters. Chapter Seven: Mother and daughter She was happy to see him when he returned to the bathroom. She had used the blow dryer and a brush on her hair; it needed cutting, but it flowed out from her head. She had found make-up, and had used a deep red lipstick, red nail polish, and some eye make-up. She had put rouge on her face and also, remembering some book, on her nipples. She knew he liked underarms, so she had shaved hers especially smooth, and had oiled them with a scented lotion. She thought she looked lovely, and she hoped he would too. She was still floating. He looked her over for a moment and told her he was pleased with her. He caressed her face with the back of his fingers, what seemed his most affectionate action. They kissed, and he ran his palms softly down her back and up her ribs to her breasts. Then he had her kneel and he fucked her ass. He readied her with a gentleness for which she wasn't at all prepared. She worked to give him as much pleasure as possible, remembering what he had told her. She got hot during all of this and wanted him to pleasure her like he did the other time, but he didn't and she was disappointed. Then she prepared herself to suck his cock clean afterwards, but he had her use a wash cloth. He led her to her bed, strapped her in with softer restraints than he had used before, added the ear plugs and turned on the white noise machine. He did not blindfold her, though. He strapped a devise over her pudendum, something she had not seen before. It was a teardrop shaped, bowl-like contraption made of mesh, rather like a colander. It went from above her pubic bone on top, where it was widest, to her anus, not touching any erogenous area. A tube led from someplace she couldn't see to a spot on the mesh directly above her clitoris. He made some adjustments, and it began to drip water on her with fair regularity, every several seconds. The water was hot, but not burning. "Now it's time for you to get some rest," he said. He didn't tell her what the thing was for. He left the room in complete darkness, and a cycle of water drops began. One hot drop, then another, falling on her clitoris. At first she thought that he would use them to shock her somehow, and waited tensely. Then the drops began to stimulate her. Very little stimulation. The only stimulation. A drop, then nothing, then another, in the dark. There was nothing else to experience. After a bit she lifted her hips to try to get to them. If she lay just so, they landed just right. She was restless between them. Then they stopped. She waited, then gave up. She even moaned in her disappointment, but caught herself and lay very quietly, hoping he wasn't nearby, and practiced open-throat breathing. A few minutes later they started again. She dozed between drops. She woke with drops of hot water falling on her sex, trickling, tickling, down to her anus, bringing short fantasies of him pushing pins into her clitoris and making her hot. Her world became her desire. Then the photos began, dim projections on the ceiling that caught her dilated eyes and coincided with the drops. These were photos of women being torture and raped. They were interspersed with film clips of more rapes and tortures, with sounds! Through the ear plugs! Women begging, moaning, and screaming, then sucking penises, being fucked in the ass, licking shit off the pricks, and drinking streams of urine from anonymous pricks. The drops continued, not too frequently. After a bit there were scenes of her own punishments and rapes, each one punctuated with drops. She saw and heard herself cry and beg, and each time she was allowed just the touch of hot water on her clitoris. Then there were scenes of her daughter being punished and raped, always accompanied by the drops. She could not turn away from the tape of her daughter, hands bound behind her, sucking his penis, sucking it thoroughly and deeply, while he flicked a whip down against her ass. She watched her daughter jerk and shiver with the whip but keep her mouth on the penis and continue to give pleasure. There were sounds with this tape, and she heard her daughter scream onto his penis, the sound muffled by the large head. Another drop. ----------------------------------------------------- She was there forever; she didn't know how long it was. Finally she slept, but fitfully, with sexual dreams that never brought her release. When he returned he removed the device from her crotch. She raised her hips, hoping he would just touch her there. If he would just stroke her vagina softly, once or twice, it would do. Several of her prickings had begun to ache during the night (Night? Had it been night?) but she was not concerned with them. Just her sex. Please caress it, please. He studied her, inspected her body closely. He kissed her deeply again. They kissed deeply. He sucked on her nipples until they stood hard against his tongue and she was panting loudly. He stood. "I know what you want, kitten. Fulfillment, though, comes through total obedience, and through pleasing me." He smiled at the devastated expression that crossed her face. "You were disobedient only recently, something that we'll correct. You'll get to prove yourself to me, yet. Now let's get you up and ready for the day." ---------------------------------------------------- She kneeled at his feet, hands cuffed behind her back, taking food the way he had trained her. Her knees were spread so she couldn't give herself any sexual stimulation, but she was still hot. He gave her a birth control pill and a multi-vitamin, adding an antibiotic tablet to reduce the chance of infection from the pins. It wouldn't do to lose the main entertainment. Today he let her have soft fried eggs, taking them into his mouth and making them into a sloppy mush before spitting them into her mouth. She hadn't any real food in days, weeks? She didn't spilled any food, even the liquid. She ate everything he had for her. He put her through her usual workout, using a thin fiberglass whip to make her go beyond her endurance. She had very little stamina now, and would have to build back up. He made her work her arms hard, and then practice using her hands again, though they didn't seem as bad. When he had her lift weights she found her arms had almost no strength at all, from being immobilized so long. They used the bathroom and he gave her the usual enema to clean her out, then let her take a bath. After this he cuffed her hands behind her again, then led her out to the discipline room, where her daughter stood, legs tied widely apart, hands cuffed together and pulled straight to the ceiling. ---------------------------------------------------- "Look at her; isn't she delectable? Your first meeting wasn't all that it could be, so I'm going to let you have some sweet time together." The woman and the girl stared at each other while he busied himself with something. She remembered now that the girl's breasts had grown from before she had been captured. She looked more mature. The mother saw immediately that the girl's shaved pussy was darkened and the lips were slightly open. My god, he's done the same things to you. He makes you desire. Does he completely control you, too? She already had known this, but it was concrete now, and she knew the answer to her question. Her daughter stared back. Mother. Her pussy had looked strange when she whipped her. Now it was different. The daughter noticed the state of arousal. Her mother's body had a few welts from the workout, and some old yellow bruises. She was so much thinner than she had been. Her thighs had lost their marbling. And then there was her pussy, again. Oh, Mother, you're all sexed up. How could you let that happen? "Go kiss each other, nicely." She walked over to the child she had birthed, fed, changed. Their eyes were locked on one another. Neither had a choice, did they? For a moment they held still, one or two inches apart, then they began to kiss shyly and tentatively, barely touching, brushing lips, feeling each other softly, not knowing how to get past their old mother-daughter form of kissing. He did not rush them. Even obedient slaves need time to get used to some things. The mother started crying, and then they opened their mouths and caressed each other's tongues. All of life was pain or nothingness or this pleasure, so they obeyed and feasted on each others' mouths. That taste on her daughter's mouth - semen! When did he have time to do that today? Each found the other's mouth much smaller than his, less pungent, the lips softer, smoother, the mouth devoid of stubble. The mother moved so her breasts were touching her daughter's. She had never had that gentle experience. Her husband had told her he loved the sensation, the first feeling of her bare breasts against him like a pair of bumpers. She flashed on him saying it and would like to have told him that now she understood. She brushed her lips on her daughter's lower lip, then sucked on it, then sucked her tongue completely into her mouth. Their breathing grew heavier. The daughter's eyes closed almost completely and she tried to push her pussy out against her mother's; mother pulled her hips back. He let them kiss a long time, and they could have gone on for hours, but he stepped in. "Now why don't you suck on her sweet nipples? Do it right." She bent over a little, took the nipples into her mouth. They were already hard. Her daughter's breasts were still small and a bit pointy, so she could suck one almost completely into her mouth. Her daughter panted loudly and thrust her chest as far forward as she could. The mother bit a nipple, causing the daughter to gasp exceptionally loudly. It kept occurring to her how damnable a thing it was to sex your own child, and she wondered in some corner of her mind how she could find it so easy to do this thing she'd never in her life considered. "Now you're going to lick and suck her cunt." She knelt and faced her daughter's pussy, but hesitated before the swollen pussy lips. "Is it something you've never done before? Why your little teenybopper has more experience than her mother." And he laughed. He told her to lick all along one lip, then the other. Then lick all around the clitoris. It wasn't so hard to get herself to do it. It tasted tangy, and her daughter bucked wonderfully. It just seemed strange to have sex with no moaning. She wished it were her own pussy getting licked, and she tried to do what she would want done to her. ---------------------------------------------------- "Now we're going to have a little contest. Momma's job is to make her little baby come. Baby's job is to not come. The loser gets severe discipline while the winner gets a sweet reward. Go slowly, Momma. There's no reason to win too soon." The daughter went completely still. Her eyes went from almost closed to wide open. She pulled back as far as she could. The mother thought, I can't take more discipline. I have to win. She moved up into her daughter and licked the full length of the pussy. Her daughter only quivered. She sucked in a pussy lip, the other. Her daughter moved her hips forward for a second, then tried pulling back again. She moved her lips as softly as she could directly on the clitoris, and her daughter moved her sex rhythmically. The daughter gave in, moving her hips to allow her mother access to her hole, then letting her suck almost the whole vulva into her mouth. She started to thrash and it was happening. The mother sucked and sucked, and then the daughter moaned aloud and cried out and the mother stopped in horror, thinking, No, don't do that, don't do that! He pulled the mother's head back. No sense in giving more pleasure than was needed for the job. The daughter's legs had collapsed so she hung, breathing heavily. "Well, little one. You wanted to come and you have. But you've been a very bad loser, and we can't allow that, can we? Since Momma won the contest, she gets the pleasure of disciplining you. Momma, this will be the most fun you've had since you spanked her little bottom when she was a toddler." He stood her up, uncuffed her, and handed her a type of cane made of half-inch doweling, like he had used to batter her breasts. "Hit her hard. Very hard. Her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and her ass. Not her face. Hit her once every minute - I'll tell you when. We have plenty of time. I'll be especially pleased with you if you make her scream. She's supposed to be quiet just as you are, but as you can see she hasn't learned enough discipline." She held the cane out, swished it through the air. Her arm was weak but the cane made a heavy whooshing sound. Her daughter just stared at her and made little jerky sideways movements with her head. No, no. "Give her the first dose of medicine now." She swung as hard as she could, hitting the girl just above her navel. The sound was a splat. She watched the shock wave flash along her daughter's skin, saw her jerk backward with the first jolt, then watched as she began writhing with the secondary pain as blood poured into the wounded skin. A few seconds after the blow a red mark appeared, and then this became a thick welt. "A good start, my pet." He was standing right behind the mother, right up against her in fact, caressing her belly, her breasts, and her pussy. He instructed her how to hit more effectively. He moved a finger around her clitoris in a circle while he did this. It took her several tries to get the technique right. The second stroke, on the front of her daughter's thighs, barely made a mark at all, and he clucked at her impatiently. Her daughter reacted the same way as before, though. She used the same open-throated panting that her mother recognized she used herself. The third stroke was much better. It was on her daughter's breasts, right across the two of them, and they bounced like gelatin. A drop of blood formed at the tip of a nipple. Her daughter's eyes were scrunched mostly shut, and her mouth formed a lovely 'O.' She writhed much more rapidly, and longer, and her mother thought she could hear the start of real vocal sounds. He had stepped back to give her a wider arc for swinging the cane but now he stepped back right up to her and squeezed her labia, pulled them out, then let them slip through his fingers. He did it well, as always. "You are a natural flagellatrix. You will get your just reward for this." She stood with legs spread, letting the arm with the cane droop, and tried not to fall backwards as he played with her pussy. She wanted to feel empathy for her daughter, but she couldn't get her attention off her sex. By now the daughter didn't stop writhing or panting between strokes. She used all her stores of energy trying to not make sounds, but at the seventh stroke, on her ass, she let slip the first grunt, and at the eighth stroke, on her belly again, she lost all chance of silence. She groaned and cried out, made sounds like a cat that has been hit by a car, and tried to say "no" and "please." Her face was wetter than her sweat-covered body. Tears and sweat mixed with the snot that ran from her nose and around her mouth to drip off her chin. He rubbed the mother's pussy with mentholated petrolatum. He moved his slick hands along her sex, and pushed a slick finger into her ass. "She has lost all discipline," he said. "We need to begin over." He didn't play with her enough to finish her, but enough to keep her close. She waited for the next time to strike. She wanted to make her daughter jump and scream, to get him to keep going. ---------------------------------------------------- They stopped after twenty-seven strokes. Her daughter had ceased to interest him long before, and just hung by her wrists and moaned between strokes. There seemed to be a lot of blood. "We'll let her rest," he said. "She can have more discipline later." The daughter wasn't completely conscious. Would be finish her now? That's all she wanted. She would do anything for him if he would let her finish. The whole of her genitals and ass were hot from the mentholatum. Do me now, master. He took her to the bathroom and told her to clean herself up - she too was sweaty. When he started out the door she moved a hand to her crotch. "Oh no you don't! Bad girl!" He rummaged around and found the colander device, which he strapped on her. She couldn't touch anywhere near her vagina. "And after I let you whip her! This is the thanks I get! Trying to take your own pleasure without my permission. Well, you have another thought coming, little girl!" He stalked out leaving her to wash herself while whimpering, afraid of what he would do, and so dreadfully aroused. But he didn't hurt her too badly. He whipped her back with a belt for a bit, while she knelt before him, then he strapped her to the bed again and started the hot water drops. This time he included tapes of her loving her daughter, and whipping her. --ch. 7