*** This is a work of fiction. The following chronicled events did not actually happen. This story involves lesbian authoritarian material with incestuous references, and some very very light scat. If the idea of such offends, please do not read any further. The ages of all characters are left out for the sake of reader interpretation***
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Author note: Over the years, I received many kind emails in response to the first part of this story, entitled "Changing Wendy." Five years later, the second half has finally arrived. You will find it's tone a bit different from the first half, though hopefully just as entertaining (and arousing). I thrive on reader's thoughts and feedback, so please let me know what you think!
I also wouldn't mind hearing about some of your own dirty fantasies ;)
--Love, Thalia
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Saving Wendy By Thalia
She sat on the couch watching cartoons, again. Her head slumped. She was bored. Why did Mommy have to leave her here with Sissy all day? Couldn't she come with her to work? Of course, little Clara knew better. She had to watch after Sissy, even if it was so boring. She looked over at the woman sitting next to her on the couch. The woman stared blankly at the television, her left hand endlessly circling the soft white skin of her belly and thighs left exposed around her metal chastity belt. Sometimes her hand would float up to her metal encased breasts. Clara thought maybe she'd have some fun with Sissy.
"Sissy, I'm bored. Let's play house. Okay?" Sissy nodded, her eyes never leaving the television screen.
"Okay," said Clara, "I'll be the Mommy. You be the baby." She pulled the grown woman by the arm, signaling her to lay her head in the young girl's lap.
"Are you hungry, little baby?" Sissy's eyes were downcast, her cheek resting on Clara's own tiny chastity belt. She nodded. Clara pulled the woman's head slowly to the bud of her tiny pert nipple, guided her mouth to the tip. She rubbed the nipple against her lips, stimulating the woman's suck reflex. Soon the woman lay in the young girl's lap, cooing with pleasure. Clara rocked her back and forth, giving encouragement: "That's it little one. Suck on Mommy's nipples."
Forty five minutes passed, and still Clara made her suckle. She seemed to have an endless capacity for accepting pleasure; once she had made Sissy lick her little armpits for nearly an hour straight, enjoying the sensuous tickling sensation. This was, after all, a normal Wednesday morning for the two, as Clara had no end of "games" to play with Sissy. In her mind, the woman was the ultimate play toy. Since she could remember talking, Mommy had encouraged her to degrade and use Sissy however the little girl saw fit. And as she grew in years, so did her imagination and genius for humiliation. Mommy, after all, was also a great teacher.
Clara looked down at the suckling woman, and for no reason at all, slapped her on the face. Sissy's eyes watered and a red hand print appeared on her face.
"You're a bad baby. Keep sucking. Harder." Clara kept watching cartoons.
Soon, the door opened, and Mommy came in, dressed in her black pantsuit. Her matching black hair was satiny and straight, and stopped just short of her shoulders. Clara ran to her and jumped in her arms.
"Mommy! I missed you so much! Sissy is so boring. She just sits and watches cartoons all day..."
"Oh, I'm sorry my sweet baby," said the black-haired woman, "I know Mommy is more fun, huh?"
"Yeah! Way more!" Mommy laughed.
"Well, then give your Mommy a kiss." Clara leaned in and kissed her. After a moment, their tongues snaked out and swirled around each other. Clara made little moaning sounds. Mommy started to breath harder and rubbed her breasts against the girl through her buttoned shirt. She carried the girl over to the couch, where Sissy sat.
"Sissy, get the fuck off the couch," said Mommy, only breaking mouth contact with the girl for a second. Sissy hopped off it as if she had received an electric jolt, and sat on the floor with her legs splayed out, watching the two as Mommy unbuttoned her blouse. Underneath, a pair of ample breasts encased in a lacy nursing bra became exposed. Mommy reached up to unsnap the left cup, which was no easy task with the excited Clara bouncing on her lap. When she pulled back the fabric, the child instantly attached herself to the conical, delectable nipple that flopped out. Her mouth filled with the sweet, warm milk, and she was soon gulping down mouthfuls.
"That's it, my baby. I know you wanted my sweet milk all day. Drink it. Yes. Isn't it so yummy?" She ran her fingers through the young girl's brown, wavy hair.
Mommy then turned her dark piercing eyes to the curvy brunette woman on the floor.
"Sissy. Do my feet." Without hesitation, Sissy crawled over to the woman, and put her mouth around the heel of her foot. She ran her tongue all around it, polishing it. She worked her way to the toes, and stuck her tongue between each, cleaning them thoroughly. Mommy smiled down at her. She had trained her well in the last eight years.
During dinner that night, Clara and Mommy discussed the day's lessons. She home schooled the child herself, ensuring she received the proper education.
"Okay, Clara. Can you tell me what the most sensitive part on a woman's body is?"
"That's easy! It's the clitty. I already knew that. That's why you have me kiss and lick yours, of course." The girl smiled, knowing she was right. She was always right.
"Hmm, that was too easy," said Mommy, "How about this: if it feels so good to touch the clitoris, why are you never allowed to touch Sissy's?" She pointed at Sissy, who sat eating cereal in her modified high chair. A bit of milk dribbled from her mouth, onto her frilly bib. The girl thought for a moment.
"Um..." This was a bit harder. She definitely knew she was forbidden from touching it, and truly why would she want to give Sissy pleasure? The whole point of Sissy's existence was to please her and Mommy.
"Well, I think if I touched Sissy's clitty, she would start acting bad..." Mommy nodded encouragingly, as if to say, "go on..."
"And...well..." then a stroke of inspiration hit her, and she help up her drinking glass, "And if I did it, then you couldn't collect her squirt juice at night!"
"Very good, Clara!" Mommy was quite impressed. This intuitive leap showed that the girl understood the basics of their nightly milking routine, and where they got their delicious beverage from.
"Now take a sip, for being so smart!" The girl gulped down the beverage, the ice cubes clinking refreshingly in the glass. She always loved the crisp and tangy flavor of the drink. It made her feel warm and tingly inside, and a bit naughty.
"But Mommy, how come Sissy can't touch my little clitty?" said the girl, pouting.
"Because, sweetheart. That's something special that only I can do for you, when I think you're ready."
"I really want to know what it feels like. Don't you want to taste it?" She pushed her hips out at Mommy, bulging her metal clad pubis. Mommy felt light headed for a second.
"Hmmm, if you're teasing Mommy like an adult, maybe you are ready. Do you think so?"
"Oh yes, Mommy! Please, can you touch it tonight?"
"We'll see, Sweety. We'll see. If you do all your chores, really well, maybe I'll think about it."
After dinner, Clara took extra special care to clean up all her toys, and to make sure her room was in order. Then came her least favorite chore. She went to the couch where Sissy was just sitting on the floor, sucking on her own toes. Clara found she sometimes did this when the girl wasn't around to offer her a nipple or her own toes or fingers to suck. With her leg raised, a bit of dark stubble peeked out from the side of her chastity belt, the ends glistening from the milky-clear fluid that leaked from under the metal panties. Clara sighed.
"Jeeze, Sissy. I'm going to have to shave you again. I really don't like you." The woman's toe popped from her mouth, and her head fell, as if dejected. While she never talked, Clara was pretty sure Sissy understood most of what she said. Leading the woman twice her size towards the specially modified bathroom, Clara yelled out, "Mommyyy! I have to shave her again!" From the basement came her mother's voice, saying she would be right up with the key.
The bathroom had an especially large tub, about triple the size of a normal one. A large, flat area rose up in the middle, like a mesa. Everything from the tiling to the towels were white and sanitary to the standards of a clinical nurse.
"You know what to do," said Clara, pushing Sissy to the tub's edge. Sissy walked in, and lay down on the middle, raised section, which happened to be the exact length and width of her body. From behind, Clara heard Mommy's footsteps.
"Okay, Sweetie, here is the key," said Mommy, smoothing the hem of her short silk robe.
"Thanks," said Clara glumly.
"Now now, you know the rule. If you don't take care of your play things, then they get taken away."
"I know, I know," said Clara, "It's just that..." she sighed, "I'm tired of Sissy. She just sits around and waits for me to tell her what to do. It's boring"
"Hmmm, I see you're starting to become spoiled," Said Mommy, putting a hand none too softly on her shoulder. "People around the world would pay dearly for someone like Sissy. And I've worked very hard to get her where she's at. A little gratitude would be nice, young lady."
"Oh, alright. Can we think of more things to do to her tonight, before bed?"
"Definitely Hon. Now can I trust you to do a good job without me here watching over your shoulder?"
"Yes, Mommy." She leaned down and licked the girl's cheek slowly and sensuously. "Good girl. Tonight just might be the night!" Clara watched Mommy leave the bathroom, noting the firm ass cheeks peeking out from under the short robe. Clara licked her lips.
Clara started by unlocking the metal bra around Sissy's breasts. As she did, Sissy let out a sigh of relief. The white globes underneath seemed so pale and delicate to her, yet they were topped by large brown areolas and thick nipples nearly an inch long. Milk dripped down the side of each. Clara had to resist the urge to pinch them, for she knew these were off limits as well, (except for cleaning). However, she did indulge in running a finger along the outer edge of the left areola, getting a bit of the milky residue on her finger. She put the finger in her mouth and licked it. She locked eyes with Sissy for a second, as if she wanted to say something to the child, but then faced forward at the ceiling again. Then Clara removed the woman's metal chastity belt, inspecting the recent hair growth.
"I wonder if I'll have hair like that, someday. I hope not! " Despite her dislike of stubble, she did enjoy looking at the woman's vagina, which seemed to always be covered with what Mommy called "Pussy juice." A viscous strand dripped to the table below, and Clara quickly wrapped it around her finger, and licked this too. It was very good, though different from Mommy's. She wanted to taste more of it, but this too was off limits. Mommy had so many rules. Not for the first time, she wondered why that was, why Mommy insisted that she clean Sissy, but that she could never play with her nipples or clitty. What would really be the harm?
Clara found the necessary supplies under the sink, and came back to Sissy. First, she put rubber gloves on her dainty hands, then found the first syringe, filled with a fluid that looked like maple syrup, marked with an "A." She pinched some flesh from Sissy's ample hip and stuck the syringe in. Sissy winced, but generally took this well, though her eyes always watered. Mommy said this was Sissy's "medicine." The next syringe was marked "B" and it made body parts numb. Clara found this out the hard way, when she had injected it into her tongue, and couldn't talk for around twenty minutes. Clara took the "B" syringe and squirted 4 CC's into the side of each of Sissy's nipples, just as Mommy showed her. Then Clara gently pulled back the rather large amount of loose skin around Sissy's pea sized clit, and gave it a small injection as well. Sissy never seemed to flinch. Clara guessed the stuff in the syringe worked so fast, she hardly felt a thing.
Now she turned on the water, and sprayed the woman's voluptuous body with a movable shower head, making sure the water was just the right temperature first. She took a soapy sponge and began cleaning every inch of Sissy's body, starting with her feet. Though Clara complained about it, when she was actually cleaning Sissy like this, she very much enjoyed it. It made her feel...motherly to take so much care to clean this helpless creature. Clara reflected, as she often did, that if not for her, Sissy would never get cleaned. She lovingly lifted her legs and cleaned her inner thighs, and scrubbed her armpits (which apparently needed shaving too). When she got to her face, she held her little hand to the woman's face, to keep the shampoo from running into her eyes. Sometimes she found herself locked in eye contact with the woman, trying to figure out what she meant to say with her eyes, but she never could.
When the bulk of her body had been washed, she soaped up her gloved hands to have a little a fun. While she wasn't allowed to play with Sissy's vagina, it was okay and even expected, that she wash it. And since Sissy could feel nothing (or so Clara assumed), Clara didn't think a slightly longer wash job could hurt anything. Besides, cleaning Sissy's pussy was a somewhat involved task. Unlike Mommy, whose vagina was bald and prim at all times, Sissy had very large labia. She loved patting the big, puffy outer lips, and pulling them apart to see inside, then letting them flap back together. She would do this five or six times, before moving on to the inner lips. Clara would pull the flaps of skin out, and kneed the flesh like dough. Sometimes she would pull them just to see how far she could stretch them. The soap made this a fun and slippery task. Though Sissy never moved during this, sometimes just a little bit of pussy juice would leak out, and Clara would have to wash this off.
Now came the least favorite part. When Clara had taken over these washing duties from Mommy two years ago, she had learned that Sissy was trained so that she could never go to the bathroom except on command. And of course, dealing with that unpleasantry was just another part of having a fun toy like Sissy. Luckily, the middle stand was designed with a slope around where Sissy's bottom lay, so it mostly came to a matter of rinsing things down the special drain as soon as possible.
With one hand holding the shower head, she held Sissy's ankles with the other. She pulled Sissy's legs back towards her head as far as she could so that her vagina and anus were as exposed as possible. Then she angled the shower head so that it sprayed directly onto these sensitive parts. Then when she was sure she was ready, she gave the command phrase as firmly as she could: "Sissy, shit and piss yourself, now!"
No sooner had she uttered this command, than Sissy gave a deep guttural grunt and let her bowels and bladder loose in one single push. Clara learned to angle herself so that she would not see much excrement, but she did enjoy seeing the yellow fluid spray wantonly from the grown woman's vagina, splattering the white, sterile walls in an uncontrolled flood. She would hold her breath and count to sixty, all the while running the water on Sissy's exposed parts. Almost always by the time she was done counting, the mess had rinsed itself mostly away.
After gently but thoroughly shaving her legs, armpits, and pussy, Clara gave the woman a final rinse down, and then patted her dry with big fluffy white towels. She pushed Sissy's legs back again, and sprinkled white baby powder all over her freshly washed pussy and anus, then set a large white cloth under her bottom. She let Sissy's legs back down, and wrapped the diaper securely around her, pinning it to the side with a safety pin.
"Okay Sissy. Stand up. Time for you to go to bed."
Clara led her to the baby room, which was painted pink and decorated with stuffed animals and other baby toys. A very large crib stood by the closet. She opened the front of the crib.
"Get in." As Sissy crawled into the crib lined with a pink blanket, Clara couldn't help but admire the woman's hips accentuated by the poofy diaper. When Sissy was lying down, Clara took the blanket and wrapped it tightly around her from shoulder to foot, then secured it with Velcro straps. Sissy wriggled just a little bit, then sighed softly when it was clear she couldn't move at all. Clara closed the crib's front.
"Well, good night!" said the girl and started to walk out of the room. But before she could get very far, Sissy started to make a whining sound. Clara turned back.
"Oh are you hungry, little baby?" Sissy nodded. "Oh, okay," said Clara, and brought her tiny budding breast up to crib's bars and to the woman's waiting mouth on the other side. As she suckled contentedly, Clara stroked her face and cheek.
"That's it, that's a good baby. You know just how to suck my nipples, don't you?" After a few minutes, she brought her other nipple to the woman, giving her words of encouragement.
"Mmmm. That feels good. Use your tongue some, little baby. Flick Mama's nipple. Yes, just like that."
After some time, Clara heard Mommy calling from her bedroom.
"Oh, time to go to bed, Sissy. Here, take this," and she popped a pacifier from the night stand into Sissy's mouth. Clara turned out the light, but before she left she listened to the little suckling sounds from across the room. "I love you, Sissy," she said, and shut the door behind her.
"Honey, come into my room, now. Mommy wants to be with you," Clara heard Mommy say as she opened the door to her bedroom. Inside, the lights were dimmed, and a figure lay upright on the bed. Clara's breath stopped in her throat when she saw how beautiful and sexy Mommy looked. Her short robe had been replaced with a lacy teddy that barely concealed the firm, pale body underneath. Mommy looked at her, and smiled saucily, running one hand suggestively through her black satiny hair. She wore eye shadow that seemed to make her eyes point more in the corners, adding to her angular beauty. Clara felt an immediate tingle under her metal panties, and quickly joined Mommy on the bed.
"Give me your tongue, sweet child." Soon they were locked in a deep kiss, with Mommy's lips encircling Clara's pink tongue. Then they switched, and Clara sucked Mommy's delicious tongue like it was a lollipop. Clara began rubbing her hard metal panties against Mommy's thigh, but soon whined in frustration.
"Can't I please take these off?" she said, rubbing her hands along the panty's sides. "I've been really good, haven't I, Mommy?"
"Yes, Baby, you've been wonderful. You're such a big girl taking care of Sissy like that." Then Mommy smiled, teasingly, "Are you sure you don't want to wait until morning to take them off, like usual? We could just wait, and only take them off so you can make peepee tomorrow, then put them right back on again..."
"Noooo! Please, Mommy," said Clara, pouting, "I'll do anything you want. I promise."
"Anything?" said Mommy, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes! Please, please, Please take them off tonight!"
Mommy laughed, then sighed. "Alright, Baby. I'll take them off, but first I want you to..." she paused, no doubt thinking of all the delicious possibilities, "...I want you to...lick my ass."
"Your...ass?" This was something new to Clara. She had eaten her Mommy's pussy for hours before, but she had never done...this.
"Yes, Baby. Unless you want to keep your panties on..."
"No! Okay, I'll do it."
Mommy smiled and turned around. She pushed her perfectly round and flawless bottom up in the air by Clara. Tentatively, Clara lifted the see-through teddy material, lightly grazing Mommy's flesh.
"Ooh, Sweetie. I like that. Now take a good look at what you'll be enjoying. Run your hands along each cheek. Yes, that's it. Cup them. Squeeze them. Mmmm." Mommy's back arched as Clara familiarized herself with her Mommy's ass.
"Oh, I like your ass so much Mommy."
"Mmm. If you like it, then kiss it. All over." Clara put her lips to Mommy's soft left cheek, relishing the feel of goose bumps against her lips. Slowly and softly, she planted a wet kiss. Then another. And another. Soon she lost her self as she worshipped Mommy's ass.
"Oh God, Baby. I love this. More tongue. Lick my ass cheeks. Get them all wet with your hot tongue." Soon Clara was delivering long strokes up the whole length of each heavenly mound, until Mommy's ass glistened in the dim light.
"Now it's time to pleasure my asshole, sweet one. Spread my cheeks apart with your cute little hands. Good girl. Now put your face into my crack." Slowly, hesitantly, Clara brought her face to the beautiful pink asshole that seemed fastidiously clean, until her nose and mouth rested perfectly against it.
"Now, Baby, breath me in. Yes. Nice and deep. Good girl. Now kiss my asshole. Lick it slowly. Oh God. Oh God, yes. Oh I need this, Baby. Make Mommy feel good, and makeout with her asshole."
Clara licked and mouthed her Mommy's anus, and soon realized she loved the taste. Craved it, in fact. Minutes passed, and Mommy's breathing became more and more ragged. Suddenly Mommy reached for a bottle by the night stand, and handed it back to Clara.
"Uhhnn. Take this. Squirt this down my crack. Uhhnn...I think you'll like it."
Clara took the plastic squeeze bottle, and stared at it curiously. She shrugged and decided just to do what Mommy said, and squeezed some of the contents down her crack. A milky, clearish liquid came out, and oozed down Mommy's crack and on to her anus. Without missing a beat, Clara went back to licking and kissing Mommy's anus. She was surprised to find the taste of the fluid to be familiar. As she licked, she wondered what it was. Then, it came to her: it tasted the same as the small dribble that had come from Sissy's juicy pussy. This added greatly to Clara's arousal, and she licked at Mommy's anus twice as hard and fast as before. She squirted the sweet and naughty fluid down her Mommy's crack every few licks.
Mommy, meanwhile, was starting to buck uncontrollably. She moaned deeply and panted as Clara ate her asshole out. Then, quite abruptly, Mommy turned around and lay down on her back. She stared seductively at Clara. Breathing hard, she said, "Baby, that felt so good. Now squirt Sissy's juice all over my pussy." She spread her legs then, and showed off her pouting and engorged vagina, bald and glistening already with her own juices. Clara shot a large dollop directly into Mommy's open and waiting pussy. Mommy moaned, and began to masturbate in front of Clara, her hand writhing sloppily through her wet folds.
"Uhnn..You're my little baby fuck slut, aren't you Sweetie?"
"Yes, Mommy," said Clara smiling.
"I want you to play with your baby nipples while I rub myself. Put a show on for Mommy."
Clara's hands shot up to her tiny buds, and pushed them out towards Mommy, shaking them back and forth. Then, she slowly poured the milky pussy juice from the bottle all over her own breasts.
"They're pretty, aren't they Mommy?" She said, and began to circle her nipples with each of her index fingers. The slippery feeling was amazing, and she began to pant as she watched Mommy stroke her own pussy. When she thought Mommy would orgasm at any moment (for she had learned long ago what an orgasm was), suddenly Mommy sat up, her once satiny hair now sticking wetly to her own face. With a look of pure lust, Mommy said, "It's time, Baby."
Clara stood in front of the bed, feeling Sissy's bottled pussy juices drying on her breasts. Mommy was in front of her, on her knees, unlocking the metal panties from around Clara's small waist. At once, they came free, and Clara sighed in relief. She was quite used to the chastity belt by now, but relished the few moments she had, typically in the morning, when she didn't have to wear it. She also loved exposing this bare and vulnerable area to Mommy, who she knew was going to take care of her.
When the metal panties fell to the ground, Mommy studied Clara's vagina proudly. It was bald and prim (just like Mommy's) except for one small detail. Mommy's hand came lovingly up to Clara's protruding clitoris, which rested, engorged, inside a three-inch long vacuum tube. While Mommy delicately caressed Clara's encased clit, Clara stared down, watching. Nothing about this seemed odd or out of place to the young girl, for Mommy had pumped it every morning since she could remember. Every morning, as soon as she had finished going to the bathroom and washing up, Mommy had put lubricant all over her clit, and set it in a vacuum tube for the remainder of the day, and the night. Over the years, day by day, Mommy had ever so slowly increased the size of tubes or the amount of suction so that Clara had hardly felt a thing. Yet the results were clearly there. Now, Mommy released the valve on the end of the tube, and slowly pulled it off the dangling clit.
"Oh Honey, it is so beautiful. You are turning into such a beautiful young woman." Mommy held the clit up, admiring how well it held the shape and length of the tube. Clara was so very proud of it. Her clitty was long and womanly, unlike Sissy's little baby clitty.
"Are you ready for me to suck on it?"
"Oh yes, Mommy. Very much!"
With that, Mommy put her lips to the engorged clit's tip. Clara jumped, taking in a breath.
"Oh wow. Oh I just can't wait."
Mommy pulled back the skin, exposing the beautiful red bud underneath. She flicked it wickedly with her tongue, making Clara spasm. Soon she was sucking the whole three inch clitty into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth.
Clara was in heaven. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she bucked her hips into Mommy's gorgeous face. Never had she imagined this could feel so good. No wonder Mommy made her eat her pussy every night! Then, as soon as it began, Mommy stopped and lay back down on the bed, only this time her bottom was flush with the edge of the bed. Never breaking eye contact with Clara, she slowly lifted her legs into the air and spread her pussy lips wide. "Can you believe that no one has ever penetrated me before? I've been saving myself for you. So today will be a special day for both of us. And now, you're finally ready. Come to me." Clara walked up to Mommy's spread pussy. Her clit rubbed against the bottom rim of Mommy's cunt, causing her to moan.
"Uhnn...okay my sweet. Rub your big clit up against mine. Make us both feel good." Clara was suddenly very nervous. What if she didn't do a good job for Mommy? But once she pushed her clit up against her Mommy's, all doubts melted away into pleasure.
"That's it. Rub them together. Yes. Go in little circles. Good girl." Clara began to feel naughty, and gave a squirt of the Sissy's bottled pussy juice onto their red bumping clits, making them both deliciously slippery.
"Oh god, yes! Oh honey, you know how to do it!" With the added lubrication, Clara started to lose control and began bucking her hips. During one thrust, her elongated clit slipped into Mommy's open pussy. Instinctually, she began to hump into it, almost wildly.
"Ahh, Baby, go a bit slower. Fuck Mommy's pussy delicately, like your stroking it from the inside." Clara's thrusts slowed down, matching Mommy's. But Eventually, their pace began to speed up again.
"Uhhhnn.. Mommy...this feels soooo good. I feel weird...light headed..."
"It's okay Baby, you're orgasming. Go with it, Sweetie Pie. Fuck Mama."
Soon their moans grew louder, intertwining. Then Clara could control herself no longer and scream wildly in the midst of her first orgasm. Her hand reflexively clinched, squeezing the bottle of pussy juice all over Mommy's tummy, face, and hair. As Mommy felt the squirts splatter against her, she came in one giant wave, letting out a crying scream. After one silent moment, Clara collapsed in the bed next to her sprawled Mommy, still clutching the bottle as she fell into a deep sleep.
While one baby slept, Mommy roused herself silently from bed to visit another. When she entered Sissy's room, she closed the door behind her and threw on the lights. Sissy started to whimper. Mommy walked up the swaddled adult and slapped her hard across the face.
"Quit moaning, you little bitch. You know what time it is." With these words, Sissy started to cry.
"Yes, I suppose you would cry. But it doesn't matter. You can cry and cry all night, and you're still going to receive your milking."
Mommy walked over to the closet and hauled from it a complicated set of machinery and tubes arranged on racks. She pulled down the crib's bottom fence, and removed Sissy's swaddling. Then, with a pair of surgical scissors, she cut the diaper off of the trembling woman, leaving her pale skin completely exposed. Mommy snapped on rubber gloves, and hit the "on" switch, setting the machine rumbling, and relished the look of fear in Sissy's eyes.
With clinical coldness, she reached into Sissy's thick, powdered pussy lips and stuck a small vacuum tube against the inside hole of her urethra. Letting the enlarged pussy lips fall back into place, a tube now lead from the equipment to the inside of her pussy. From the corner nightstand, Mommy pumped a large dollop of lube into her hand and swirled it all around Sissy's clam lips. Now Mommy threaded yet a thicker vacuum tube three inches across and a foot long, and its connected hose over the first set. The large tube slurped at the flappy pussy lips and eventually sucked them up, filling its interior. Sissy made little mewling sounds, either of pain or delight. Mommy stopped for a moment to admire how beautifully the pussy lips had expanded over these years. They had started out so small and normal, and now looked like a giant rose under glass. The tube's interior fogged from the pussy heat.
Now Mommy took two thick cylinders from the humming set of machinery, and hooked each up to Sissy's elongated, cow-like nipples. When she let go, Sissy's full tits flopped over to either side.
"Are you ready, my little pussy cow?" said Mommy. Sissy shook her head.
"Too bad!" said Mommy, a maniacal look in her eye.
With that, she flipped the on switch.
Immediately Sissy's body clenched up in pain. Her nipples and a good portion of her breasts were sucked up into the metal cylinders, while her pussy lips strained tight and thick against the giant vacuum tube. From a rack, Mommy pulled out an industrial grade wand vibrator with a large round head, and cranked it up to the max setting.
"No sense waiting around all night!" She said, and pushed it up against Sissy's tiny exposed clit. Sissy immediately started to scream with the intensity of it, but was stunned into silence when Mommy slapped her again. She popped a pacifier in her mouth, which Sissy sucked with all her might.
The pain-pleasure soon proved to be too much for Sissy, and she began to sob and cry.
"That's a good baby," said Mommy, "All you can do is cry and accept it. Cry and cry while I suck out all of your juices."
And already, milk began to flow from the metal cylinders, through the machines tubes, and into a set of collection bottles. Likewise, milky, syrupy pussy juice began to flow from her engorged pussy lips into yet another collection bottle. Yet, a third and final collection bottle-the one routed to her urethra-remained empty, for now.
"That's it, my little pussy cow. Give me your precious juices." Now Sissy made strange ululations as she writhed wildly in her cradle. Then, suddenly, her hips arched up into the air and she grunted deeply. A rush of fluid dripped into the third collection bottle.
"There's my dirty little squirting whore! Mama loves to force it out of you!" As the spasms stopped, Sissy lay at rest for a moment, before realizing that the heavy duty vibrator still pressed forcefully against her baby clit. She struggled, trying to move her pelvis away from the infernal vibrator, but wherever she moved, the vibrator followed. She let out a moan and shook her head.
"Awww is Baby all done? Hmmm I think not!"
Again and again Mommy brought her to forced orgasm. Eventually, she had to switch out the full jars of fluid for empty ones. And still she milked her baby cow whore. Over the course of two hours, Sissy's protests became weaker and weaker, until she lay there, catatonic. This was precisely the state Mommy liked her in. When no more fluid filled the collection bottles, Mommy unhooked the tubes from Sissy, leaving her throbbing wet pussy and nipples exposed. Into a bag she put the vacuum tubes and bottles, so that she could store the milk, pussy juice, and squirt juice properly, and sanitize the collecting instruments.
When everything was put away, she returned her attention to Sissy. She tenderly lifted her legs into the air and powdered her red, wet pussy and anus, then made up her diaper. Then she wrapped her tight in her swaddling blankets. Sissy lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"My, you sure are a well behaved baby. You must be tired out from your milking." Mommy went to leave, but on a whim, returned to the catatonic Sissy. She pulled her robe back, then spread her own bald pussy with both of her hands, pressing the pink vulva lewdly up to the cradle's bars next to Sissy's face. Then, with a grunt, she sprayed bright yellow urine all over Sissy's face, coating it. Even as it went into her eyes, nose and mouth, Sissy lay there, as precious and unmoving as a doll. When the golden shower was over, Mommy stared down at Sissy, watching her. Slowly, Sissy's tongue crept out of her mouth and sensuously licked her lips. Mommy smiled.
"That's right. Taste my piss, smell it on yourself. I want my smell burned into your nostrils so that you never forget it." But as she said these words, Mommy heard the door behind her close. But how can that be? She thought she had closed it firmly.
After finishing her night chores, Mommy returned to her bed, where Clara lay sleeping naked. As she lay down and spooned the small girl, she listened intently to her breathing. She seemed to be fast asleep, but Mommy wondered...
The next day followed much as they had before--While Mommy was at work, Clara was left to play and fondle with Sissy. Later that night, as Clara cleaned and prepped Sissy for bed, she pondered the hypodermic needle filled with that odd brown fluid she was supposed to inject Sissy with. What was in it? Mommy said it was medicine, but Clara wondered. Maybe it wasn't medicine, but something bad? She had seen what Mommy did to Sissy in the night, and it made her feel bad for Sissy. Maybe the medicine hurt her? So, instead of injecting her with it, she shot the fluid into the wash basin and watched it swirl down the drain. Thinking nothing much of it, she continued with her chores, commanding Sissy to shit and piss herself, and the inevitable clean up.
For a week she continued to flush away the "medicine" instead of administering it, and there seemed to be no effect on Sissy one way or another. It was not until one morning, two weeks later, that something very odd happened.
Clara was sitting on the couch watching cartoons, and Sissy lay on the floor sucking sensuously on her toes. Clara was bored again, and about to come up with some mischief when suddenly Sissy stopped sucking, and sat bolt upright.
"Sissy! Why did you stop? Get back to sucking my feet! Now!" But Sissy only stared at the television with wide eyes and round mouth. Then, she turned to Clara, and much to the small girls shock, began to speak:
"Clara? Is that you? Is that my precious baby? Wha...what's going? Where...are we? Wha..." She looked down at her own metal bra and chastity belt, "Why am I...wearing this? Oh my god..."
"You...can talk?!" Clara stammered, "But you're just Sissy. You're my fuck toy. You're not supposed to talk..." She was shaking her head, and backing away from Sissy in fear. Sissy looked up at her again.
"Oh, Clara. I'm so glad to see you! I'm so glad you're okay!"
"Sissy, stop talking! Stop talking Sissy! You're NOT supposed to talk! Stop it! STOP IT!" the girl screamed.
"But baby, my name isn't Sissy," said the woman, "My name is Wendy. I'm your mother."
Fear, shock, and bewilderment filled the young girls eyes. She backed as far into the couch as she could to get away from this crazy person.
"No. NO. You're not my mommy. My mommy is at work right now. My mommy takes good care of me. She..she..." With that, Clara began to cry.
"I know its confusing, baby. I know. I'm not entirely sure what's going on either. But you have to believe me." Wendy reached over to the girl to comfort her, but Clara slapped her hand away.
"NO! Leave me alone! You are NOT my mom!"
Realizing that her child no longer saw her as her mother, Wendy, too began to cry. She sobbed great wracking tears that never seemed to stop. She cried and cried until she lost herself in her grief. It was not until she felt a small hand on her leg that she stopped. Looking up, she saw Clara who rubbed her leg with compassion.
"Is...it true? Are you really...my real Mommy?" she said to Wendy.
"Here, come with me, and I'll show you," and she took the young girl by the hand and led her to the bathroom. Together they looked into the vanity mirror.
"See how much we look alike? See how our noses both turn up just a little," said Wendy, "See how our eyes are both almond shaped with dark lashes?" Clara stared at their reflections in wonder. She had never stopped to look closely at Sissy's...Wendy's features, never thought how they compared to her own.
"I...I see it..." said Clara, "We really do look alike. But...what about Mommy...I mean....my Mommy...I mean my other Mommy..err..."
"Baby, it's so hard to explain. My head feels so foggy. I think..." she began, holding the girl up next to her in the mirror, "I think she gave me something...something to turn me into...Sissy...I didn't feel like myself until just now..."
"You mean that brown stuff in the needle? I stopped giving it to you two weeks ago," said Clara.
"Yes, love! I think that was it. I think...she must have been giving it to me for years and years...while she raised you."
"She's done bad things to you, hasn't she?" asked Clara.
"Yes, Clara dear," said Wendy, lowering her head, "I...don't remember it all...but I remember some...very bad things."
"I'm sorry, Sissy...I mean...Mommy. I won't let her do that anymore. I promise!" said the capricious young girl.
"Oh, baby, I love you so much! I'm so glad you stopped giving me that medicine! You saved me!" Then she leaned in and kissed Clara softly on the mouth. The two stared at their reflections as Wendy kissed her again, this time longer and more sensuously.
"Mmmm, I liked that, Mommy," said Clara, smiling.
"See, honey? I can show you what it's like to have your real Mommy back," She kissed the girl again, this time slowly parting her lips with her tongue, exploring the inner recesses of her mouth. Clara began to moan, and flick her own tongue out. Together their tongue's swirled around each other. Soon Clara was sucking wantonly on Wendy's tongue, running her lips up and down its length. Suddenly Wendy pulled back.
"Honey, this is wrong. I'm...your mother. I can't...I can't do things like this with you now."
"But...why not? I did things like this with my other Mommy, and it was okay," said the girl with a hurt look on her face.
It was then that Wendy realized that this child had been raised in a world permeating sex, that such behavior was not only standard, but encouraged. She was beyond corruption because she had never really known innocence. A wild tingle of arousal shot through her.
"Okay, my love. But first we'll need to get these things off!" She said, motioning to their chastity belts.
Soon they had found their way back to the living room where they kissed and explored each other's bodies. Wendy had raided the bureau in Mommy's room, taking the keys to their chastity belts. Now completely naked, they rolled around the floor in each other's embrace.
"You're so used to me sucking on your boobies, but now you get to suck on Mama's tits," said Wendy breathlessly. The girl crawled on top of the busty woman and latched onto her left nipple. Immediately milk shot into her hungry mouth.
"Mmm! Your milk is so good, Mommy!" said Clara. As she sucked, Wendy guided her daughter's hand to her wet and open pussy.
"Squeeze my pussy lips, honey. Oooh yeah, that's it. Pull on 'em like when you clean mama up." The girl twirled the loose labia around her fingers, kneading the flesh rhythmically. Wendy let out a squeal of bliss. "Ohh, I needed this for so long. Oh, Clara!" She then slowly pushed the girls head down to her massive pussy lips. "Ohh, that's it. Smell Mama, smell her wet pussy!"
From her years of training, the girl instinctually dove into Wendy's pussy, working the massive pussy lips with her little lips, tongue, and teeth. Soon she was taking loose pussy lips into her mouth and letting them stretch down her throat, massaging them with her swallowing muscles.
"Oh!" shouted Wendy in surprise, "That feels...weird...but good! Oh, I like it! Oh keep doing that, Honey!" After a few minutes of labia attention, Wendy's breath became ragged.
"Uhnn...Clara, I need you inside me. Put your hand in me." The girl looked at her oddly, for she had never done this before. Wendy guided the girl's small hand to her wet and gaping pussy.
"Just put your fingers together, and slowly...unhhh! Yesss...unhh...slowly pushhhh!" The girl had her hands up to her knuckles in her mother's pussy, but was hesitant to go any farther. But Wendy had to have it. She grabbed the girl's arm and shoved her hand up to the wrist into the waiting cunt. As it passed the knuckles, it made a sloppy wet sucking sound, then swallowed the girl's hand. Wendy let out a deep grunt that ended in a high pitched scream of lust. Soon Clara was sliding her slick fist deeper and deeper into her mother's cunt, driving the woman completely wild. She felt herself completely consumed with lust as she watched her own baby girl fist fuck her.
"Unhhh! Lick my little clit, too! I need you to! Lick mama's little baby clit! Oh, Please," and being the good daughter she was, Clara complied, licking rapidly at the pea-sized clit. Meanwhile, Clara's fist had bottomed out, completely filling Wendy nearly up to the girl's elbow. Slowly, an orgasm from deep in her built up, taking nearly five minutes.
"Ohhhh myyy goddd! Ohhh" she said, now starting to cry involuntarily. Then as the giant torrents of her orgasm over took her, she felt her uterus spasm, followed by the rest of her body. It seemed to go on and on, and she felt like a flailing fish impaled on her daughter's arm.
As she lay there recovering, she felt Clara slowly remove her fist from the woman's pussy, and lay down next to her. Wendy rolled over next to the girl, and began slowly licking the pussy juice from her arm, then her palm, then finally her fingers.
"Now it's your turn, my love," said Wendy, smiling. The woman kissed her way down the smooth young body until she reached her sweet pudendum, the vacuum tubed clit protruding lewdly from it.
"Oh my! What do we have here, young lady?" Clara started giggling.
"That's my lady clit. Isn't it big?" said Clara, with obvious pride.
"Yes it is! Does your other Mama suck on that pretty clit for you?"
"Well," said Clara, "She did suck on it once. It felt really good!" Wendy gasped in shock.
"Only once?! I would suck on my daughter's clit every single night. Wouldn't you like that, Sweetheart? Wouldn't you like it if I did this every day?" Removing the vacuum tube, Wendy swirled the three-inch clit with her tongue, sucking it fully into her mouth, then flicking it with her tongue. Clara squealed with pleasure. Then Wendy took her thumb and index finger and slowly moved the skin around her clit up and down, up and down, jacking off her lady clit. Meanwhile, she sucked the clit head into her wet mouth.
In this way, she quickly brought Clara to orgasm. Afterwards, the girl lay back on the carpet with her eyes closed, sucking on her finger.
"Mmmm, that's it my sweet girl," said Wendy, smoothing her tussled brown hair, "Why don't you sleep a bit, while Mama goes on some errands?"
The place was classy, well maintained, Wendy realized. It was odd though. It wasn't as if she didn't remember this place--indeed finding the office den posed no problem to her. Yet, it was if she had never formed a judgment or an opinion about the house, or the activities that had gone on in it, up until today. She felt as if she had just come out of a great fog, or woken up from a long and intricate dream. As she passed the bathroom, she noticed the cleaning table. Fragmented memories of being cleaned and changed by her own daughter flashed through her mind, filling her with equal parts shame and arousal, and arousal because of the shame. What had happened to her? How had she missed her daughter growing up? She had to find out.
The office was the only disorganized place in the whole house. Papers and documents were stacked precariously on the desk and every available surface. Where to start, she wondered. She picked up one random piece of paper from a stack on the desk to inspect it. The paper was printed on a stationary which read, "Windswept Meadows Mental Rehabilitation Facility" followed by an address. It was a letter describing the current mental state of what she assumed was a Windswept Meadow patient. At the bottom was the scrawling signature: Dr. Adele Askew. What the hell, she thought. What kind of name is that? But there it was. She had no doubt that this was her captor.
The other papers in the stack were comprised of similar correspondences, daily directions for orderlies, and drug prescriptions. So, thought Wendy, she seems to be some big-wig at this place. If she was in charge of patient's prescriptions, that would give her a lot of power...
Wendy opened a few desk drawers, over-tipping a pile of papers.
"Shit!" she said aloud to no one.
Inside were more prescription orders, however, it seemed these were to be delivered directly to a home address. When she saw the street name, recognition kicked in--it was the street where she had once lived, and the address was right next door! She thought back briefly to that house, which she had purchased all by herself all those years ago. How long had it been? She tried futilely to shake the fog from her mind.
Looking closer at the prescription order, she realized she recognized the list of approximately half-dozen drugs. They ranged from muscle relaxers to heavy psychotropic hypnotics commonly used during minimally invasive surgeries. She strained to recall the psychiatric training she had acquired years ago, thinking about what type of effect a cocktail of these drugs would have on someone. It would no doubt make the recipient passive and docile. It would put them in a conscious state of "twilight," where the patient would be unable to judge or reflect on his or her actions or the actions of others. Any commands given would no doubt be followed blindly, without a second thought.
With dawning horror, she realized she was that patient. And her own child had been trained to administer the daily dosage. Hyperventilating now, Wendy scrambled to her feet and ran to the office door. We have to get out of here, was her one panicky thought. I have to get me and my baby out of here!
She opened the doorway, and screamed. For Dr. Adele Askew was waiting there for her, smiling malevolently. Before Wendy could react, the raven-haired woman stabbed down into Wendy's neck with a thick hypodermic needle. Immediately her feet became wobbly and fell out from underneath her and she toppled to the floor.
"It looks like my Sissy cow is trying to escape. We wouldn't want that, now would we, my dear?" Already light was draining from the room, and her words sounded far away to Wendy. Must escape! She thought frantically. Must escape! But soon she felt her own consciousness draining away, and then there was only darkness.
Wendy felt the sting of a slap across her face, and she woke up abruptly.
"Huh? Wha...?" said Wendy groggily.
"Time to wake up, my little bitch," said Dr. Adele, "It's clear you need some rehabilitation, so I've taken you into my training room." She had changed from her pantsuit into a garb Wendy recognized from long ago--a black leather corset that pushed her breasts up into the air. She wore nothing below that.
"You're what?" said Wendy. This question gained her another slap, making her cry out. Dr. Adele walked off into a dim corner of the room. Wendy looked around, and realized she was strapped spread eagle to a vertical plane of flat metal. When she sagged, her wrists hurt, so she had to stay upright despite the burning in her leg muscles.
When Dr. Adele returned, she had Clara with her, naked and oiled up.
"Clara, baby. It's your Mommy. Help me!" But Clara only stared straight ahead, hands folded primly over her pudendum. "What did you do to her, you bitch! What did you do!"
Dr. Adele laughed and smoothed the young girl's hair and put a finger to her mouth. The young girl sucked on it lasciviously. "I think you should know, after snooping into my personal items."
"You didn't..."
"Oh, I did. I gave her a dose of the concoction I had been giving you for the last seven years. I think I've decided to make your daughter my fuck slut. And you, when I'm not milking you, I think you'll be our cleanup maid. After Clara pleases me, you'll cleanse the sweat and pussy juice from us both with your tongue. You'll bathe and wash us, and clean our feet or our asses as I see fit. You will be the lowest scum you can imagine, and you will sit docilely while I play with your daughters budding breasts or hot pussy."
"Please no..."
"Oh, it will happen, my dear. And I will train you to become aroused from every one of your dirty chores, but psychologically unable to orgasm. And trust me, I can do it. It's not even all that hard. Let me show you!" From a drawer, Dr. Adele pulled out the industrial grade wand vibrator that Wendy knew only too well, and a long skinny object with two prongs on the end. Without delay, she turned the vibrator to full blast, and stuck it cruelly up against Wendy's tiny clit. Immediately she began to writhe and struggle, but eventually became aroused against her will.
"Does my dirty slut like having her pussy vibrated? Mmm...I know you do. Do you want me to do this every day? Take care of my dirty slut?"
"Unhhhh yessss. Unhhhh I need it," moaned Wendy. Soon her breathing became ragged and she felt herself near orgasm. "Ohh god, I'm gonna cum. Unhhh! I'm coming, I'm coming..." and just as she was about to cross the point of no return, she felt an excruciating jolt of pain in her pussy. She screamed and looked down. Dr. Adele had pushed the cattle prod up into her cunt and against her clit.
"Ahh! Oww! Why? Why did you do that? I was about to cum! That really hurt!"
Dr. Adele was laughing heartily. "Oh, my dear, that is the point! I believe I will do this to you for at least three hours a day, bringing you to the brink of orgasm then shocking you at the last minute. Eventually the fear of pain will create a mental block, and you will never be able to quite reach orgasm, but only hover in the unsatisfying place right below it. Oh, what fun this will be!"
Wendy started to cry, but already Dr. Adele brought the vibrator up to Wendy's pussy again. This time, it took much longer for her to reach the brink, even with the ceaseless vibrations. But eventually, she started to achieve orgasm, only to receive a cruel shock directly on her clit and in her pussy. She screamed and cried in frustration, but Dr. Adele only laughed happily. For the next hour, this pattern continued, and already Wendy could feel herself mentally shying away from orgasm, instead preferring the lower throbbing pain of unreleased sexual tension to the sharp jolt she knew she would get.
"I think you're starting to learn, my precious little slut. But now you'll need some practice for your new career." With these words, Dr. Adele hit a button on the wall which slowly turned the vertical table to which Wendy was strapped to a horizontal position. "Now you're going to learn how to clean our asses properly." With that, Dr. Adele walked over to where Wendy's head lay and pulled her hair off the side of the table. She then scooted her round ass onto Wendy's face, and wiggled into place. Wendy squirmed and tried to give out a muffled scream.
"Mmmm. You know, I could just give you some of that concoction and this would all be far easier. But I rather enjoy your struggles." Now Dr. Adele rubbed her ass up and down the length of Wendy's face. "Ooh. That feels good. But I think I'm not getting very clean here. Stick out your tongue." But Wendy would not comply. However, a quick shock to her pussy gave her the motivation.
"Yesss. That's it. Rub it all around my anus. Get it nice and clean. Now flatten the tongue out. That's a good girl. Really grind it up against my asshole. Clara, vibrate Sissy's cunt with the vibrator, but put it on the lowest setting."
With the added vibration, Wendy could not help be become aroused. Indeed, it did not take much for her to assume her new role as a cleaning maid. Though no longer under the influence of the powerful drugs, she had spent seven years following orders blindly with the reward of sexual gratification, and she slipped back easily.
"Now push your tongue up into my asshole. That's my dirty tongue slut. You'll get used to pacing your breathing, and soon you'll know just how to clean me. You'll even look forward to it, because you'll only ever get the vibrator when you're cleaning me. Doesn't that sound great? Wendy nodded from under Dr. Adele's ass.
"Now it's Clara's turn," she said as she sat up, "Clara, rub your asshole all over Sissy's face and tongue." The young girl complied, and Wendy licked passionately at her daughters sweet asshole. After approximately ten minutes, Dr. Adele ordered Clara to sit up, and she put Wendy back into a vertical position, drool and pussy juice dripping from her chin.
"I think you're really getting into this, aren't you Wendy?" Wendy nodded.
"Now, I think you should get a taste of what your life will be like from now on. I'm going to set the vibrator on the lowest level up to your sloppy pussy lips, and you're going to watch me take your daughter's virginity. Doesn't that sound delightful?" Wendy's head drooped, but she nodded slowly. Tears welled up into her eyes. She might as well get used to this, she thought.
"I need to get my strap-on. Clara, masturbate your lady clit in front of Sissy while I'm gone." Dr. Adele walked upstairs, and dreamily Clara began to stroke her erect clit. Fear, shame, revulsion, arousal, lust all filled Wendy as she thought of what she would soon witness. Since this was it for her-- to be a cleaning maid--she decided she would accept the role, and learn to enjoy it. She would lick Dr. Adele's asshole with fervor if that's what her life was going to be like. Still...she wished she could be the one to take her daughter's virginity. Not here in this dark basement, but somewhere romantic, with silk sheets and rose petals. She sighed, for it was never to be. She licked her lips, and watched Clara's performance.
Not thirty seconds had passed when a curious "tap-tap" came from the basement window. Wendy looked up in surprise to see what appeared to be an attractive woman wearing glasses staring down through the window at her. Who was that? Thought Wendy. Doesn't she realize she'll be disrupting the show? But then, the fog lifted from her brain just long enough for her to realize the identity of this hot librarian looking down through the basement window: it was her long lost friend Janice! After all these years, it warmed her heart to see Janice, to know she had been found!
Wendy heard the glass shatter and tinkle to the basement ground as Janice kicked in the window. Her athletic frame made short work of the distance to the ground and soon she was standing in front of Wendy and Clara, eyes wide.
"Uhhhh, Wendy? What the hell have you got yourself into, here?"
"I...I...I don't know!" said Wendy, starting to sob, "Please! You have to save me and my baby Clara!"
"Clara?" said Janice, "Uhhh, I thought your baby's name was Trish." Clara only stood there serenely, daintily jacking her lady clit off with thumb and index finger.
"I don't know. I think she renamed her, I...please! She's coming back soon! You have to get us out of here!"
"Wendy," said Janice, "I don't know what's going on here, but you're clearly in trouble! Maybe I should call the..."
"Quick!" said Wendy, "Hide! She's coming!" A creak came from the top of the stairs, and Janice darted into the shadows.
"Are you trying to talk to Clara, my sissy slut?" said Dr. Adele as she walked down the stairs. The black dildo strapped between her legs bobbed luridly. "It will do you no good. She'll respond only to me now."
Wendy kept her head down, looking dejected. Dr. Adele walked up to her, pinching her cheeks. Wendy could feel the dildo pushing into her soft belly. Wendy looked up slightly, and saw Janice slowly creeping up from behind. She put her head back down.
"Mommy, can I watch you fuck Clara?" said Wendy, "It will make my sloppy cunt drip on the floor. I promise I'll lick up the mess afterwards. Then I'll..." With a dull thud, Janice brought a large milk- filled mason jar onto the head of Dr. Adele. The doctor groaned and fell to floor in a heap. Janice searched a nearby drawer.
"Jeebus. You'd think a dominatrix would have plenty of stuff for tying people up," said Janice, rummaging. "Ah! There we go!"
From the drawer she brought out a roll of duct tape. "Perfect!"
In no time, Dr. Adele--who would be known as "Mommy" no more--was bound and gagged. Janice sighed contentedly.
"Now, Wendy," she said, not unkindly, "Do you mind explain what the fuck's going on?"
A year had passed since the incidents in Dr. Adele's abode, and the three of them could not have been happier. After explaining the mess Wendy had gotten herself in, Janice recounted her years of investigation, and how the paper trail had eventually led her back right next store.
After the first week, with Clara's eager tongue and fingers to de-condition her, Wendy was able to achieve orgasm as normal again. Indeed, very few vestiges remained of her old life of servitude. However, one interesting quirk still remained. She found it completely impossible to relieve herself without permission from her daughter. Unless Clara commanded her to "shit and piss herself," nothing could ever come out, no matter how bad she had to go. Janice suggested ways to rehabilitate her, but in the end Wendy found it deeply arousing to be controlled in this way by her own daughter. Clara was happy to oblige, and usually let Wendy get to a toilet before giving the command. Though when in a feisty mood, Clara was known to give the order at inconvenient times. The result, of course, was that Wendy always wore an adult diaper, which perpetually aroused them both.
Clara, meanwhile, had adapted nicely to "normal" life, enjoying school with girls her own age, and occasionally bringing home "playmates," who she enjoyed dominating. Before enrolling her, Wendy told her that she had been born "Trish" but that she could pick any name she wanted. Inevitably she chose to stay "Clara." She was turning out to be quite a precocious young lady.
Since Wendy's house had foreclosed long ago, and her credit and professional career were, for now, in shambles, Janice agreed to let her and Clara stay at her house indefinitely. When, one night, Janice had discovered the two licking each other's pussies in the guest bedroom, she was at first shocked. But realizing that this was simply the only relationship they had ever had, she learned to accept it, and eventually, at Clara's request, to join in.
It was one lazy Sunday, as Janice and Clara lay sucking at Wendy's nipples, that a cry came from downstairs.
"Jeeze," said Janice with annoyance, a wet nipple popping out of her mouth, "What is her problem? Can't she hold a basic position for just three hours?"
Wendy chuckled. "I know, I know. But she's still learning. You better go check on her."
"And leave this juicy nipple unattended? I think not!" said Janice.
The cry came from downstairs again. Janice rolled her eyes and got out of bed.
She walked downstairs into the spare bedroom which had been converted into a play room. In the corner was baby Adele in her playpen. Janice smiled down at the woman who was on all fours, back arched and ass protruding erectly. She noted the baby fat Adele had put on in the past year--the steady diet of rich breast milk, laced with a "special concoction" had quickly brought the thin, tone woman to a delightful plumpness. The added benefit, of course, was her near inability to control her bodily functions.
"Awww does wittle baby Adele not feel well?" said Janice in a sickly sweet mommy voice. "Let me check her temperature." With that, Janice reached down to the round, plump ass, and slowly pulled a thermometer from baby Adele's lubricated anus. Baby Adele mewled.
"Uh oh! Wooks like baby's fever is high! I think she needs a nice cold squirt juice bath!" Janice pushed up her hot librarian glasses as she reached for a bottle of iced fluid on the adjacent table. She then squirted the fluid all along baby's back and down her ass crack. She then poured it all through her hair and down her face. Janice pushed on her back, signaling her to roll over. Baby Adele did so, and Janice soaked the grown woman from head to toe. The raven-haired woman moaned and writhed in utter delight. Janice thought ahead to the years to come, how she and Wendy and Clara would find new and creative ways to use and humiliate this once proud dominatrix, now turned helpless, docile infant. What fun they would all have.
Yep, thought Janice. I could definitely get used to this.
The End
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