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This is story is fantasy and is only intended as such. It is writen to
be read by adults that can tell the difference
between fantasy and reality.
REBECCA MINE
SURPRISE (Chapter 1)
"Now that you have grown up and have a tits as large as mine it's time
for you to pay me
back for all the trouble you've put me through. I figure that whatever
you do for me now will
never be enough to pay me back but I'll make sure you die trying."
Mrs. Jones garbed her 15 year old daughter Rebecca by her right ear and
dragged her
down to the basement of their modest 2 bedroom bungalow. The great
thing about the
house was that the basement was entirely below ground with no windows
making it
completely inaccessible to the world outside the house. The basement was
unfinished and
served only as a place to hold the household utilities, furnace, water
heater, electrical panel
etc. Illumination came from a single bare light bulb. It had never been
used for storage.
Rebecca saw something she had never scene down there before. In the
middle of the floor
was an iron cage big enough for a dog.
Pushing her to the ground Rebecca threw down a paper grocery bag.
"Put all your cloths and anything else you might have on in the bag. No
money will ever be
spent on cloths for you again. Tomorrow I'll send every stitch of
clothing you have to the
Goodwill. No point throwing such nice things away. I might keep a few
things for myself."
Mrs. Jones smiled, it had felt so good to say that. It felt so good to
put her lazy, useless
daughter in her place. She had succeeded in convincing everyone that
mattered that her
husband, now living in New York, had gotten custody of the child when in
fact it was she.
Nobody expected to
see Rebecca again. Most wouldn't. There were a few ladies in town that
Mrs. Jones had
gotten to know on line, that had similar feelings about their own
teenage daughters and
these ladies would be informed of the situation as soon as she knew she
had full control of
the situation. In fact the reason Mrs. Jones raised enough courage to
pull off the plan was
because she found she was not alone in her feelings. The kicker was that
by the time Mrs.
Jones was done with her, Rebecca would only care about earning orgasms
and be the real
winner in the whole affair.
In the meantime Rebecca was clue less as what was happening. Up to a
moment ago she
was living the life of a typical North Vale teenager and had just
started going steady for the
first time in her life. Now she was at the feet of a crazed monster that
looked just like her
mother but couldn't possibly be. Up till then she had been so nice to
her and Rebecca had
helped convince the judge that she would be better off with her mother
and that Mrs. Jones
should get custody. What was happening she wondered, not yet grasping
the seriousness
of the situation?
Mrs. Jones was convinced that these first few moments after the initial
shock would be
critical in establishing their new relationship. As hard as she could
Mrs. . Jones kicked
Rebecca in the solar plexus, momentarily paralyzing her and cutting off
her air. Rebecca
curled up on her knees and her mother kicked her again, this time in the
ribs fully intending
to break on or two, and she did. The steel toe of her mule caused a
couple of cracks as well
as a huge bruise.
"Perhaps you weren't paying attention to what I said. I want all your
things in the bag...
NOW!!!!"
Becky was just getting back her ability to breath and didn't move except
to cover her sides
with her elbows and protect her ribs. Mrs. Jones removed the silver
chain from around her
loose black skirt and brought it down as hard as she could across
Rebecca's back. Then
she did it again and again. The chain ripped right through the 15 year
olds blouse and left
red streaks of blood across her skin. The belt had been no mere
decoration but especially
designed to look attractive as a belt and still be a dangerous flail..
"Is this how you want to be stripped? Do you want me to rip your clothes
off with the chain,
because I'm telling you I will?"
Again she brought it down striking Rebecca right between her shoulder
blades as she
screamed out of total terror.
"STRIP!", Mrs. Jones yelled again and her daughter began ripping at her
clothes in a
furious manner. Her mother didn't stop striking her with the chain but
rather kept a steady
rhythm across her daughters torso.
"Next time I tell you to do something I will expect you to do it right
away or you'll feel
something that will make you forget all about this and feel some real
pain."
She punctuated her warning by striking her daughter directly across her
large tits. Rebecca
had just removed her brassier. The bite of the chain across her tender
breasts started the
young lady writhing in pain all over the dirty cement floor.
Mrs. Jones had envisioned this very reaction and knew she had complete
control of
Rebecca within her grasp, the feeling was instinctive. The girl was now
nude above the
waist and Mrs. Jones pursued her advantage.
"Your not naked yet how dare you stop!"
And she brought the chain down yet again, this time striking near the
cracked ribs.
Her daughter howled in agony but managed to start working off her pants
taking down her
underpants at the same time to speed things up. As her hands worked the
pants down past
her feet her thumbs snagged her socks and she pulled those off as well.
Her mother now
had her entire body available to whip.
"The pins in your hair and class ring those go to."
The chain continued coming down on Beck's naked body until she had
worked the ring off
of her finger and placed it along with her cloths into the paper bag.
The blows stopped while
Becky resumed her writhing on the floor. She was no longer a physical
threat to her mother,
there was no fight left in her.
Mrs. Jones tossed the chain to the floor, drops of blood rolling from
the stainless steel links.
There were blood spatter marks everywhere, the floor, walls, ceiling,
but Mrs. Jones knew
there weren't any serious injuries. Becky would feel the effects of the
chain for weeks but
she would heal.
Mrs. Jones then began the final phase of Rebecca's first day as her sex
slave instead of the
jewel that Rebecca had thought she was. The irony was just too
delicious. This had to be
an nbelievable jolt to Rebecca's ego, she thought.
The iron bar cage was constructed so that it's floor and both ends were
permanently fixed
in position while the top and both sides folded away to completely open
the cage. There
were permanent restraints for wrists and knees affixed to the sheet
metal floor and front
corner bars so that someone could be easily secured and remain secured
even when not
covered by the sides and top of the cage. This feature allowed for an
almost unimpeded
whipping. At any time that Rebecca was fastened by those restraints the
cage could be
completely opened exposing her to anything her mother and her friends
wished to do to
Rebecca, and especially open to the whip.
Mrs. Jones put her hand in the cage handle near the floor on one side
and folded back the
side of the cage till it rested across the top. Both both top and sides
were 2 feet wide and
the distance from the front to the back was 4 feet. Now both side and
top were folded back
over the opposite side of the cage which in turn was hinged at its base
and all three panels
folded down to the floor. Now only the front and back of the cage were
left standing. These
ends were actually sunk into the cement floor and were immovable.
Grabbing a handful of hair Mrs. Jones pulled Rebecca over to the cage
and positioned her
by the knee cuffs.
"Put those over your knees and strap them tight or I'll break a few more
ribs."
Rebecca strapped them on, one strap going around her leg above the knee
and the other
strap below the knee. The part of the pad going over her knee cap was
lined with a coarse
sandpaper type fabric. The knee restraints separated her knees the
entire width of the
cage, 2 feet, leaving her private parts exposed almost as much as they
could be. Mrs.
Jones placed her wrists in similarly lined wrist cuffs fastened half way
up the sides of the
cages two front corner bars. Keeping her hands off of the floor would
keep Becky from
resting her back like she could if she were on all 4's. With Rebecca
secured the top and
walls of the cage were folded back into position and locked to a bolt
imbedded in the floor. It
was a combination lock with no key to loose or to leave in the wrong
place.
Before returning upstairs Mrs. Jones had one last act to perform.
Standing under the light
bulb, in front of the cage she unzipped her skirt stepped out of it and
folded it neatly placing
it on one of the stairs leading out of the cellar and up to the main
floor. Rebecca saw her
mother was wearing stockings with a garter belt and not pantyhose as she
assumed
everyone did. The white panties underneath the beige garter straps
created a very earthy
and in fact dirty display in the eyes of Rebecca. Rebecca thought her
mothers appearance
entirely disgusting. She thought it made her look like some dirty washed
up whore.
Not able to remove her panties without undoing her garter straps Mrs.
Jones just pulled
them down as far as she cold before lifting her right high heeled mule
onto the top of the
cage and emitted a stream of urine all over Rebecca's head and hair.
As the stream of pee splashed in all directions even coming back to
cover her own stocking
clad legs, a feeling of great satisfaction enveloped Mrs. Jones. She had
created her
daughter from nothing and given her 15 of the best years any kid could
ask for, now she
was grown up and it
was time to pay mother back.
FIRST NIGHT (Chapter 2)
Mrs. Jones found a clump of her daughters hair that had avoided getting
soaked and pulled
it up through the bars to wipe her dripping cunt, a cunt not just wet
from urine but also her
sexual secretions. Instead of letting it go when she had finished Mrs.
Jones thought it
would add a
little extra touch to Rebecca's first might in the cage if she tied it
around one of the upper
bars of the cage forcing her head up and back. It would ensure Beck had
a good look at
her as she climbed the basement stairs on her way out.
"I want you to know how good that felt darling, I've been waiting for so
long to do that, to
mark you as my property. Get used to it. It will be among the least of
your indignities."
Mrs. Jones didn't even bother pulling up her panties when she took her
leg off the cage and
walked up the steps, her ass seemingly underlined by the scrunched up
undergarment.
"Good night, sleep tight."
She turned out the single light and shut the door, leaving Rebecca in
complete darkness.
For the attractive and vivacious young lady this was definitely turning
into the worst night of
her life. Her mother had gone completely insane, more then insane in
fact and she was the
victim. Rebecca would have felt better if this was being done by some
stranger, at least she
wouldn't be feeling the hurt of her mother's betrayal. The hurt of her
own mother doing this
to her was more painful then the beating she had taken. Her emotional
distress combined
with the stench of her mothers urine soon had her throwing up her dinner
to the
accompaniment of a constant stream of her crying and tears.
Upstairs the atmosphere was completely different. Darcey Jones had
strong lesbian and
sadistic fantasies since entering puberty, but fearing she would to
humiliated if she ever let
anyone know, these feelings were kept completely hidden from anyone
else's view. Then a
couple of years ago she entered the world of cyber space. Here she
discovered that she
wasn't alone at all in having such feelings and was able to find other
ladies very similar in
their tastes to her. She began feeling less like a freak and more like
victim of unfair public
attitudes. Instead of fighting her feelings she started to accept them,
even revel in them.
Many a night was spent with her hand playing with her pussy as she
fantasized scenes of
outrageous debauchery with other women in the roughest and crudest of
sessions. She had
even written and posted stories on line and received glowing compliments
for them. When
her relationship with her husband fell apart and the opportunity
presented itself to have her
Rebecca seem to move out of town with her father Darcey felt it was the
best chance to
make her fantasies turn into reality. She could make Becky her sex
slave.
Darcey was only 32 years old herself, having married very young, and
when nicely made up
her appearance was nothing short of stunning. She was 5' 10 «" tall in
her nylons , with
hair not so much blonde as it was light brown. She had blue eyes, wide
mouth with full lips
and beautifully medium nose, her head was oval with a strong but not
prominent jaw, her
smile bright. Each feature was attractive in its own right but together
they formed a face
men would die for. Her problem was that she no longer felt any use for
or need of any man,
at least sexually speaking.
When she was back upstairs Darcey went into her bedroom and shed the
rest of her
cloths. She had always wanted to be able to walk around her home naked.
She had even
insisted on putting in a tall privacy fence around the yard hoping that
one day she could be
nude outside as well.
She had repressed her sexuality for so long that being nude sent a rush
of sensation up her
spine. She clenched her legs tight as she emitted a shiver in response
to the sensation.
She knew she was now in this adventure up to her neck and she may as
well play it out to
the fullest.
The tug on her chest felt so good as her heavy breasts, released from
the brassier,
responded to the pull of gravity. Her daughter was large in that area as
well but not as
gifted yet as her mother and her 38 double D's. Their weight pulled
Darcey's shoulders
forward slightly. She made a mental note to join a health club to build
up her muscles a bit
more.
Her Dark nipples and areolas clearly signaled that she had born children
but the colour just
made her tits that much more attractive. Firm as they were the milk
sacs hung just slightly
above the bottom of her ribcage, nipples pointing upwards as if defiant.
Her ex husband, Carl was just clue less when it had come to appreciating
her charms.
Darcey gazed at herself in the hallway mirror. She liked the reflection.
She liked everything
that she saw from her long curly hair that hung down to her shoulder
blades, to her
magnificent breasts, narrow waist, full hips and long legs that ended
with a set monkey like
toes. How lucky her daughter would be to serve and worship this body,
she though, though
it would probably take some time for her to come to realize it.
Darcey remembered her own fantasies as a teenager of both dominating and
being
dominated. She had imagined, many times while lying in bed, how it would
be wonderful to
be a sex slave, to be born to beautiful parents that would give her the
type of attention and
stimulation that only a real sex slave could get. She could just taste
the beatings and
bondage, being constantly watched just so that she would be caught in
some minor
transgression and be punished for it. She magined having to do all the
drudge work around
the house while her parents would be completely idle relishing a life in
which they never
had to lift a finger if they didn't wish to. She imagined being kept in
a cage when she wasn't
working and having to share the food and water dish with the family dog,
a big black
Labrador Retriever. Rebecca was her spawn, surely she must have similar
fantasies, they
were so common on the Internet and were almost certainly genetic.
However even if her
daughter didn't share these fantasies it didn't much matter. It would
only make her training
more challenging and eventually Darcey knew that Becky would come
around.
Her cunt now more slick with cunt slime then ever Mrs. Darcey Jones
tried to calm herself
enough so that she could fall asleep. There would be so much to do
tomorrow and she
wanted to get an early start. She prepared herself an herbal tea and
took it into her
bedroom with her. Before lying down in the big canopy bed she turned on
the monitor that
rested on top of the bureau in front of the bed. It broadcast her
daughters image using a
hidden infra red camera. She could hear the sobs picked up by the
microphones built into
the cage. Darcey's hand began rubbing her clit harder and harder.
Surely Heaven couldn't be any better then this.
It was somehow appropriate that Mrs. Jones was now upstairs and in
Heaven while down
below in the basement her daughter had moved from purgatory into Hell.
The pain in her neck and spine continued to get worse with every passing
minute, For the
moment it was this pain that she was focusing on. She cursed her mother
for doing this to
her. The cage would have been bad enough without the extra restraints
especially the hair
tie. It would be another hour before the skin underneath her restraints
would begin to grow
raw. The restraints would continue to infiltrate her awareness at an
increasing rate with
each passing hour. As her back grew more tired Rebecca's wrists would
bear more of her
body weight. This would increase the slow abrasion of the skin till her
wrists and knees
would even begin to bleed. Being caged with plain leather restraints
would become a
privilege that she would work hard to obtain and keep. Being caged with
no restraints at all
would become a reward she would get only rarely and usually just one
night at a time.
There was a curtain of hair hanging over Rebecca's face the Mrs. Jones
had not tied. It was
mostly the hair that was soaked by her mother's piss, now it was also
coated with
Rebecca's vomit and keeping her stomach churning in disgust. Rebecca had
not relieved
her bladder in 6 hours and knew that would happen very soon and she
would be powerless
to stop it. The floor of the cage was shaped like a baking sheet with a
2" rim around the
entire perimeter. Soon she would be adding her own urine to the puddle
left by her her
mother on the cage floor.
Rebecca began hating her own tits because of all the additional strain
they put on her back.
Beck though any man would find the position easier to bear then she did
as they didn't
have all that additional weight hanging from their chest. It felt like
the big milk glands weight
50 pounds each.
36C at her age was not a number to sneeze at and she always thought that
eventually shy
would outgrow her mother. She had thought her mother had the best tits
in the world from
the time she had let her take a shower together. Now the thought of her
mothers old,
sagging tits disgusted her as much as the piss and vomit in her hair.
Equally sickening had
been the sight of her mother's oversized cunt. It looked so loose with
her brown inner lips
hung down well below her vulva. She had never seen such darkly coloured
inner lips, it had
to be another consequence of her age. Only an old hag could have a cunt
that looked like
that, as though it had been through a fucking war and every soldier had
entered it. It was
also the hairiest snatch that she had ever seen, obviously was never
trimmed. She could
at least shave around her ass hole because even that peaked out from
behind a forest of
long, disgusting, hairs. Rebecca felt sorry that her father had put up
with such an pussy for
so long and now wondered if that had been the real reason he had left.
She wouldn't blame
him if it was. Beauty is such a subjective thing.
Not able to retain it any longer, a stream of piss erupted from her
pussy hitting the sheet
metal floor and creating a loud drumming that Rebecca just knew could be
heard upstairs.
She was right, but not in the direct way that she thought.
Mother dearest picked it up from her surveillance equipment. She'd been
waiting for that
sound, the sound of running water that she found both soothing and
erotic at the same
time. A sound that represented the enormous change in Rebecca's life. No
longer would
her mind reach out for the great pursuits of the human intellect but
instead it would revolve
around the most basic of physiological functions, eating, excreting,
avoidance of pain and
sexual gratification. Darcey Jones was envious of her daughters release
from the
complexities and hypocrisies of human society. She would be freed of
all thought and
decision making and left free to concentrate on the purely physical
aspects of blind
obedience.
Rebecca's mind hadn't learned to blank itself out yet.
Rebecca wasn't used to being naked yet. Whenever the pain would abate a
little she would
notice her nakedness. It wasn't just humiliating to her but it also made
her feel very
vulnerable. She had more protection when pulled from her mothers crotch
as a new born
then she did now.
The pain didn't give her much time to spend dwelling on her nakedness.
The strain had
increased to the point where Becky began to shake. She felt nauseous
again, this time
from fear in combination with her mothers nasty stench. She could
actually distinguish
between the smell of her pee and her vaginal secretions.
With the light turned off the basement was always in total darkness.
Rebecca had no way to
tell the passage of time except for the faint noise she could pick up if
anyone was walking
around upstairs, and this was mostly just the creak of the floor boards.
She hadn't yet heard
any other sounds of life not even the drone of a television set or
radio.
Her body was now exhausted but the only way she could relax was by
putting more strain
on her neck and letting her hair take more of the load. This was a
painful and unsatisfactory
solution. Desperate for relief Becky started to yell begging for help
and mercy keeping it up
for the better part of an hour. Mrs. Jones had to turn down the volume
on her monitor. After
that the cries stetted down to sobs and moans. She had no energy left
for anything more.
With the additional help of large snifter of brandy Mrs. Darcey Jones
was finally able to fall
asleep.
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