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PART TWO OF TWO
WARNING!
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further. This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net. If you are underage, hit the 'K'
key. Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it. This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!
Phil Phantom
Note: This was Tiffany's favorite fantasy as a young teen.
She wrote it down as an adult, imagining herself as her
mother and writing the story from her mother's point of
view. Tiffany was a very kinky child.
"Spare the Rod"
By: Tiffany
CONTINUED FROM PART ONE
When I walked in on them after work, Tiffany was still
up, very much up. He had installed an eyebolt in my dining room
ceiling. Tiffany hung by her wrists, suspended from that bolt.
Her toes barely touched the floor. Semen streaked both legs and
puddled at her feet. No one man could have deposited such a load
in a week. Frank was sitting next to her at the dining table,
drinking a beer.
He had a chair positioned for me opposit his, with Tiffany
hanging between us. I stood looking at my daughter then took the
seat. I had to peer around her to address him. I took the time
to run my eyes up and down her legs, pausing to watch a thick
drool of pearly cum slither from her cunt lips and cascade down
her inner thigh. My face was down near her loins and I merely
lifted my eyes to address him. I said, "I assumed you would have
her relieve you with her hands, or maybe even her mouth, but I
see you took me literally."
"I did take you literary."
I said, "You make it hard to ignore. I was sort of hoping I
could pretend not to notice."
"That's your problem, not mine. I'm just holding you to
your word."
"Well, the damage is done, and the cat's out of the bag now.
If this is what you want as payment for your services, I suppose
it's a fair price to pay." To add further emphasis, I stood and
took Tiffany's chin in my hand and said, "You heard what I told
Mr. Zimmerman. You're going to pay for your own education from
now on, and I expect you to offer that payment willingly. Do you
understand?" She nodded meekly and said she would.
After that talk, I often came home and found Frank in mid
fuck, in a position set up just to shock me. He discovered that
I was not shockable. Typically, I'd pull up a chair at the
juncture of their loins and run my hands over Tiffany's body,
paying particular attention to her stuffed pussy. I'd call her
filthy names and urge Frank on. I'd toy with the mess after he
pulled out, and scoop the running trails of cum on my fingers and
stuff them back in her cunt. Frank loved watching me do this.
As I stuffed her pussy with his cum, I informed him that she
wasn't on the pill and that I had no intention of putting her on.
Frank said, "You're going to get her knocked up if you keep doing
that."
As if what he was doing wouldn't. I smiled, stuffed more
cum in her twat, and said, "That would be her tough luck,
wouldn't it?"
That brought a big smile to his evil face. If you don't
feel sorry for my poor darling daughter by now, then you are a
very sick individual. Don't feel too sorry for her. By this
time it was quite obvious that Tiffany was a dyed-in-the-wool
masochist. I have seen her cum while getting her clit whipped.
She simply adores getting fucked in any hole. And the idea of
getting knocked up thrilled her. She was actually looking
forward to waddling around her school with a huge puffed out
belly. She'd dress up in her school clothes and stuff a pillow
under her skirt. I bought her several junior miss maternity
dresses just for that purpose.
She is also quite aware of my perverse voyeuristic
tendencies. She panders to my obsession by recounting her
torments in vivid detail while masturbating me with her fingers
and a dildoe variety pack. After bringing me to three or four
mind-numbing climaxes, she dutifully settles between my legs and
sucks me to several more.
If I feel horny during the day, all I needed to do was walk
up to Tiffany and lift my skirt. She'd go to her knees and glue
her mouth to my cunt. My lovers also benefited from all this.
Instead of just having her strip. I'd make her suck dick, eat
pussy, and fuck. Truth is, I'd much rather watch them vent their
sexual urges on her, while I looked on and masturbated. As a
consequence, I had many more lovers, male and female. They
usually show shock at the condition of her body, but once those
pretty lips slide over a stiff cock, or her pink tongue draws
through a wide open twat, their morality goes right out the
window.
After a month or so, I began fantasizing a prolonged period
of indenture to Frank. Summer was coming on, and I pictured
myself surrendering her over to sexual slavery for the entire
summer. Frank had by this time gathered quite a following of
degenerates. I often walked in on scenes out of Dante's Inferno.
My presence, far from inhibiting them, only drove them to greater
excess. I played the part of a mother helplessly trapped. I'd
sit demurely in my dining chair, pretending to look on in horror.
Often, they'd drag my naked daughter and lay her across my lap on
her back. The men would pound their cocks into her pussy, and
dykie old whores would straddle her head and pull her pretty face
into their cunts while pinching and slapping her pert tits. I'd
be sitting in a puddle of my own cunt juices but making faces of
shock and remorse. They loved my act.
As a prelude to the summer, I concocted a little test. I
asked him if he would look after Tiffany over a three-day weekend
at his place. I said, "You see, I just met this great guy, and
he's really anxious to get to know me better--if you get my
drift." A big smirk crossed his evil little face. I said,
acting self conscious, "I want to make a good impression, it
being our first time and all. I can't do much with Tiffany under
foot."
"Hey, don't I know it. You don't need Tiffany spoiling your
fun, that's for sure."
"Then you'll do it? I'll be right up here most of the time
if you need anything."
"I won't need anything, and you won't need to check on us.
If anything's wrong, I'll let you know."
"I swear on my mother's grave. I will not check on her even
once. If I do, for any reason, I'll give you a hundred dollars.
And I'm dead serious. From three-thirty on, she's yours."
His smile was so broad, Evil Kinevil would want to jump it
on a motorcycle. He left a happy pervert. I went straight to a
chair and attacked my cunt. I had the best solo-sex ever.
I wasn't entirely crazy. I could always call it off if
Tiffany was too freaked out. When I told Tiffany of my plans,
she didn't freak. She wasn't all that happy, either. She
gasped, "No! Mom, you can't, not for three whole days."
"Yes I can. It's all set up. You report to his apartment
right after school tomorrow, no if's' and's' or but's'."
I watched her reaction closely. I told her over breakfast,
Thursday morning. She stirred her food looking pensive but no
where near panic-stricken. I added, "I'm sure he'll keep you
entertained." Still no negative reaction. She appeared to be
weighing the possibilities and finding them not altogether
unpleasant. I was getting hotter by the second, just watching
her, imagining the images that brought that flush to her
complexion. She looked over and smiled weakly.
Impulsively, I said, "You know, there's no reason why you
can't skip a day of school." She didn't object, so I added, "You
could go to him right now." She bit her lower lip. I took out
paper and pen and wrote: If you'd like to make this a four day
affair, Tiffany can skip school today. If she doesn't return,
I'll assume that's okay with you. Thanks Frank.
I handed the note to Tiffany and pulled her seat out. She
hadn't even finished her breakfast. She said, "I can't go like
this."
"I moved her towards the door with her wearing only that T-
shirt. Her hard nipples made a dramatic impression. She said,
"Mom, I don't even have any shoes on."
I pushed her out into the cold early morning air, saying,
"Hurry then. Don't stand around. Have fun, Tiffany!" I shut
the door, leaned against it, took a deep breath, and stilled my
beating heart. I then went to the curtain and peeked out. I saw
Tiffany trot across the inclosure and up to his door. She looked
adorable in that T-shirt, obviously naked beneath it. She
knocked on the door and danced in place, hugging herself from the
chill air. She knocked again. The door cracked open. Frank
looked plesantly surprised to see her. He stuck his head out,
looked left, then right. He glanced up to my window. I eased
back in shadow. He reached out and drew her inside. The door
quickly shut.
I did not see Tiffany until early Monday morning. I spent
hours posted at my window watching the army of the damned troop
in and out of Frank's apartment. They left with big smiles. I
was anxiously stationed by the window from first light on Monday.
She emerged shortly after the hour she was sent down four days
earlier. There was no trot to her step, though the morning was
colder and windier. I saw a dozen people exit Frank's apartment
as though leaving the scene of a crime. Tiffany appeared to have
just taken a shower. She looked like a wet rat or a contestant
in a Miss Teen wet T-shirt contest. She minced stiffly across
the enclosure, taking forever to climb the stairs. I waited at
the table, casually sipping coffee. The door creaked open.
Tiffany shuffled in. She shuffled to the table, shivering. She
looked like she'd been through the mill. She looked to have aged
by years. Her T-shirt clung like a second skin except over her
tits and crotch. There it was grossly pushed out as though
smuggling cactus.
When she got closer, she reeked of urine and I winced.
She'd had a shower, all right, a golden shower. She stood at my
feet and gingerly pulled the T-shirt up, saying, Mom, look what
they did to me."
I gasped. My eyes could not believe what they saw as her T-
shirt came off. She posed with her arms and legs out wide. Her
tits and crotch were covered in the nasty clips. She had gold
rings inserted through both nipples, three in her clit and
several down both labia lips. They had tattooed her pussy with
the word, 'Whore'. It covered her entire mound and was richly
flourished and in color. They also tattooed both tits with the
lewd image of a burly man's hands, appearing to be reaching from
behind. The fingers molded over her breasts with the finger and
thumb pinching the nipples. The arms even had black hairs
tattooed and male type tattoos on the arms. I was truly shocked.
I was mortified, in fact. My clit did not jump for joy this
time. My heart went out to her, and I gingerly began removing
those god-awful clips. This pained her as much as the
application. We were both crying before it was done.
Afterwards, she turned to show me her ass cheeks. More
tattoos. On her left cheek it read: FUCK MY ASSHOLE. On the
right it read: SPERM BANK NIGHT DEPOSIT IN THE REAR. Both
tattoos covered her entire ass, and like the one in front, were
richly flourished. She bent and gingerly pulled her cheeks apart
to reveal yet another ring inserted between her pussy and
asshole.
She stood, turned, and waited for me to speak. I simply
looked her over, shaking my head. I knew she was ruined for
life. I could get the rings removed, and knew that tattoos can
be removed by skin grafting, but not without scaring. There was
simply too much there. Because of my obsession, my daughter
would spend the rest of her life as a circus freak and forced to
associate with the dregs of society. I wanted to kill myself. I
couldn't speak.
After a long silence passed between us, she said, "Mom, they
made me drink their piss. I had to drink it right from their
cocks and pussies."
I said with a pained expression, "Oh, honey, no!"
"They gave me nothing to drink that whole time, only piss.
They drank lots of beer the whole time. They'd fill me up until
I was about to burst. I'd go to the toilet and have to stick my
finger down my throat. I'd come out and they'd start right away,
filling me up again. Nobody used the toilet all that time. I
was their toilet,"
She related this in the same tone and expression she used
when trying to turn me on. And it was working, too. My cunt
started juicing up instantly. To indicate that I wanted to hear
more, I said, "I'll bet you made a good one."
She smiled and said, "I am a good toilet. You don't even
have to flush me." I marveled at her behavior. She was
obviously turned on. She knelt at my feet and folded back my
skirt. She splayed my legs as I scooted to the edge and leaned
back. She approached my cunt, saying, "I want to be your toilet,
Mommy." Her mouth fastened to my piss hole and she sucked hard,
looking up at me with hopeful expectation.
I could not believe my daughter. She actually expected me
to piss in her mouth. My bladder was full, and the idea grew and
grew. I finally relaxed my bladder and swooned as I felt the
rush of urine flow into her feverishly sucking mouth. She sucked
and swallowed as fast as I could piss. Half-way through, I cut
the flow to prolong the experience. I fed her in squirts. Each
time she got a fresh squirt, she moaned her delight. When at
last the end had come, so had I. I looked into my crotch at my
daughter lovingly kissing my pussy and tenderly, reverently
stroking it. She peered up with dreamy eyes and said, "I love
being your toilet, Mommy. Don't ever waste your pee in the
toilet again. Let me be your personal toilet, okay."
I said, "Honey, you have yourself a deal."
She stood up and modeled her tattoos, saying, "How do you
like my tattoos?"
I said, "They're beautiful. They did a very professional
job."
"Yeah, the guy that did it is a tattoo artist. He says he's
going to plaster my body from my knees to my shoulders with his
art work. Won't that be something."
"Yes, that will be something all right."
"I'm going to be famous--the tattooed whore. They took lots
of pictures and movies. Isn't that exciting?"
"Yes, very. I'm happy for you." In fact, I was happy for
her. She accepted the only future available to her, accepted it
openly. That took a great weight off my shoulders.
The phone rang just then. It was Frank. His voice
reflected a change in his attitude. He said, "How do you like
what we did to your little whore?"
I said, "I thought you were going to prevent her from
becoming a whore."
"Cut the crap, bitch. If you're thinking of going to the
cops, you go to jail with us. I have lots of witnesses that
you were a part of this. By the way, we ran one of those
pregnancy tests on her. Guess what? She's going to be a mommy."
"I'm not surprised, and I have no intention of going to the
police."
"You're a smart whore yourself. Look, from now on, you and
your little slut are my property. Your cunts belong to me. Get
rid of your uppity friends. I decide who and what goes in your
cunt from now on."
Oddly, the way he talked to me had my twat on fire. The
idea of being in Tiffany's position, however, left me cold. I
said, "Look, you win. You have me over a barrel. I'll go along
to a point. I surrender my daughter to you. In fact, I'll sign
papers making you her legal guardian. She'll move in with you if
you wish. I will not be used like her, nor will I tolerate being
hurt by you or anyone else. I'll move far away and go into
hiding with Tiffany first."
"Sweeten the deal."
"Okay, I'll whore for you, but I still control my own cunt."
"Sweeten it more."
"All right, I'll perform with her to amuse your friends."
"Sweeten it more."
"I'll pose for your pictures."
"All right. You drive a hard bargain, but I can live with
that. You sign those papers like you said, but I ain't raising
your brat. As long as I'm here and you're there, I say leave
things like they are. I do want a key to your apartment, though.
I need access too my whores."
"I'll leave the door unlocked until I can get some keys
made."
"You do that. You two keep each other's cunts shaved and
get dolled up real pretty. We're having us a party tonight. I
want you two to put on a real sexy mother/daughter love scene. I
want lots of kissing and lots of pussy sucking."
"I'll do my best. Is there anything else?"
"Yeah, drink lots of water. I'm sure Tiffany will get
thirsty, especially during the love scene."
"I'll be sure to have plenty for her to drink. When should
we expect you?"
"Be ready at six."
The phone went dead. I turned to Tiffany and said, "Well,
you heard that. It looks like you have a new guardian."
"Oh, Mom. Does that mean I have to live with him?"
"No, you'll live with me, but I won't have any legal say
over you. Frank will be in charge."
"I guess that makes me his sex slave, huh?"
"Yes, I suppose it does. How do you feel about that?"
"I am anyway. I'm okay. How do you feel about it?"
"Trapped. It's my own fault, though. I deserve this. I'll
just have to live with it. Come on, lets get you cleaned up. We
have a show to do tonight."
Thus began my bizarre adventure. I became Franks whore,
Tiffany his slave. We ran off six months later after Frank
almost killed her. In fact, he caused the baby to miscarry. She
is festered with lewd tattoos. She's no longer in school. I
teach her at home. She never goes out. I plan to take care of
her for the rest of my life, but that's as it should be. We are
quite happy together. I met a nice man that accepts my story of
how Tiffany got abducted, raped, and tattooed. He proposed
marriage to me. He recently asked to see Tiffany's tattoos.
I brought her before him as he sat on the sofa. Tiffany
looked the part of a shy, trembling teenager. She blushed
beautifully as I began to slowly, and teasingly removing her
clothes. I watched Jim's crotch grow as item by item fell away.
She still bore the rings, and keeps her pussy shaved. I moved
her up and had her straddle his knees with her feet widespread.
I supported her shoulders and told her to lean back. I was
kneeling on her left side. She kept going back until her hands
reached the floor between her feet, no longer requiring my
support. I brought both hands to her pussy and delicately
pointed out the rings, not that it was necessary.
Jim sat mesmerized by the sight. After giving him a long
look at her cunt, and seeing his positive reaction, I had her
stand, turn around, and bend far forward. I pulled her cheeks
apart to reveal the anal ring and her pink asshole. I then took
a seat beside him and freed his stiff pulsing cock. I pumped it
and then aimed it at her cunt, just inches away. I placed my
hand on Tiffany's lower back and indicated for her to settle
back. I guided his cock to her hole and watched Tiffany settle
fully onto it. I smiled and said, "When you marry me, you get
two for one."
He smiled, reached up, and grasped her breasts. He pulled
her back against his chest. Tiffany, starved for a stiff cock,
began lifting her pelvis to hump his imbedded cock. I slithered
to the floor and got between their legs. I licked around his
cock and her wildly humping cunt. Jim was in ecstasy. When he
came, I licked that too. When he pulled out, I licked her cunt.
We got a bigger bed with room for three. Jim no longer
fucks me, he fucks Tiffany. I wouldn't want it any other way.
THE END
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