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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} At the Mercy of a Daughter
Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 06:10:04 -0500
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                     At the Mercy of a Daughter
                         By: Phil Phantom
                      HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

Surviving three days of abduction by a rogue motorcycle gang with
her family intact, sore, but alive, should have been cause for
rejoicing, like standing in the debris field of a tornado,
telling a reporter, "I don't care about all this. I'm just
thankful all of my family made it through."

Donna should have felt that way on the ride home in their motor
home, but she didn't. She didn't because she no longer felt a
part of this family. Her family - husband, daughter, and three
sons - were now like gang members who had split off from the main
pack, leaving their bikes to return the bitch.

Donna spoke to no one and no one spoke to her. She lay in the
rear bedroom with the door closed. She didn't know what they were
saying about her, but they knew to leave her be. If they were
talking to each other, they were being quiet.

Donna had no way of knowing, but the gang was not in a social or
talkative mood, each gone to their own space, thinking, feeling
badly, wishing they had exercised more restraint, each wishing
they had acted differently, each feeling like a coward and a
traitor in the face of a life-threatening danger. No one felt
worse than Bob.

The trip to the desert was his idea, and dirt-biking with his
boys was his passion. When the bikers showed up, he should have
laid down his life in a bold attempt to get them to move on, try
fucking with a family who had no hero, easy pickings. Donna had
every right to hate him and want to be free of him.

Sherry, the oldest child at seventeen, vented a great deal of
repressed sexuality and frustration on her victimized mother.
Sherry was first to see a way to save her own lovely skin by
joining the gang. She wished she had truly been accepted and been
given a place on the back of a Harley Hog. Had she known her
membership was just for the party, had she known she'd have to
return to the bosom of her loving family, her mother in
particular, she never would have done those things to her. Hell,
Sherry was sure they'd kill her mother, so what did it matter.
The others thought the same thing.

Tom, the oldest boy at sixteen, felt as badly as his father. He
should have been a hero instead of a mother fucker. Is there
anything lower than a cowardly mother fucker? He didn't thinkso.

John, at fourteen, didn't think so, either. He couldn't believe
he did that, or did it for three days, night and day, seventeen
times in all, all three holes - five times in her mouth, four in
her ass, seven in her pussy. At least he wasn't as bad as Tom or
Randy.

Randy, the youngest at twelve, felt like Sherry. He was sure
their mother would be wasted, snuffed. He'd only get this one
chance to do everything he ever dreamed of doing to a sexy woman
who couldn't do a damn thing about it, never dreaming he'd have
to go back to San Diego and live with her afterward.

Rufus, the family Black Lab laid under the table, exhausted,
thinking, "The bitch ain't half bad for a human. Who'd a guessed.
Ain't no dog bitch ever suck my dick. I sure am glad they didn't
waste that cock sucking bitch. Glad I didn't play hero. I wonder
why she wouldn't let me in the room with her. I'll bet I get to
sleep on the bed, now. Hell, I'll lick her pussy. I'll lick it
all she wants if I get to sleep on the bed. Who am I kidding.
I'll lick that pussy even if I have to sleep outside. That ain't
bad pussy, not bad at all. Sure beats Fe Fe's butt."

Donna didn't know how she could ever face them all, not after all
they'd seen and done. Sure, they were all acting on survival
instincts, and there wasn't a hero among them, not even the
family dog - the cowardly mutt - hit of the party. Donna groaned
at the flood of disgusting memories. She thought, "How can a wife
and mother return to being a wife and mother after being a dog's
bitch - not bitch, a dog's slut."

At first, Donna didn't think they'd kill her if she gave them
what they wanted. They wanted to see a woman, a wife and mother,
act like a mutt's slut in front of her family. Donna had to draw
on her imagination, but actually getting down to doing the acts
she imagined was the toughest thing she ever did. Even after she
was sure she'd end up dead meat, by then, it didn't matter. She
continued being a mutt slut to avoid the torments of a slow,
agonizing death by torture, usually at the hands of one of her
own family members, Sherry in particular. Sherry was the
enforcer. When the time came, Sherry would be the executioner.
All indications were that Sherry would enjoy the gruesome task
and take her sweet time.

Sherry felt awful about that. As the enforcer, she got into her
role early on. Her mother's lovely, sexy, blemish-free body would
bear the scars for the rest of her life. Her nipples may never
recover, and her pussy will probably never sprout hair again,
hair yanked out by the roots with pliers, hair needed to mask the
scars from a thin metal whip made from a radio antenna. Sherry
thought for sure they'd be wasting her, so what was the harm. So
what if she suffered. When you die, all fades to black. There's
no God, Heaven, no Hell. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. A mother
is just a mass of living tissue sending impulses to the brain.
The brain is just an organ. Personality is just an illusion. That
mass was her mother, that's all.

Bob hated himself. He truly loved that gorgeous mass of tissue,
now terribly scarred and hurting, feeling used, misused, abused,
alone and abandoned. With that thought he took the next exit and
found a place to park where Rufus could go wet a tree.

He called the kids out and drew them off to the front of the
coach. He looked to each sad and sorry face, then said, "Look, we
all did what we did to survive. I think your mother realizes
that. We have to begin the healing process. We have to make
amends and restore her to her proper place and help re-establish
the dignity she needs to carry on."

Sherry broke down, saying, "Maybe you guys only did what you had
to do to survive, but I tortured her, and most of the things I
did, no one made me do. I just did them because it made everyone
laugh. I was all set to kill her, and I wanted to do it slow. She
hates me, now."

Bob placed an arm around her and hugged her close, saying,
"She'll get over that, Sherry. You are her daughter and her first
born child. You were under great duress. You got caught up in the
decadence and went a little crazy. If she doesn't see that now,
she will eventually."

"She never will, Daddy. I'm a monster. I don't deserve to live. I
sure don't deserve a mom like her. Just leave me here. She'll be
happier without me in the family."

Tom and his father were of like mind on most things. This was no
exception. He hugged his big sis from the other side, saying,
"You don't know Mom if you feel that way. Dad's right. She'll
forgive and forget, and there's no way she'd let you live on the
street. You're family. You'll always be family. We're the ones
who have the most to atone for. We used her sexually. We took
advantage of her. We committed incest, over and over again."

Sherry said, "I did that, too, and not just with Dad and you
guys. I used her more than any of you. I made her drink my piss.
That's all she got to drink for three days in the dessert, my
piss, and I made her suck it out while I whipped her. You don't
forget or forgive that. How could she? Every time she looks at me
she'll remember and get sick. Having me around will remind her
that she used to be a toilet. John, get your hand out of my
crotch. I'm not in the mood, you fucking jerk."

Bob looked behind Sherry and slapped John's hand away, saying,
"Damnit, John, your sister is not a sexual playing, and we're not
out in the desert with a biker gang."

He looked hurt and confused as he said, "So, she's not a virgin
no more and she likes it."

"She may like it when she's in the mood, but you heard her. She
is not in the mood. We may have broken the incest barrier out
there, but a woman still has the prerogative. You'll know if and
when she gets in the mood. Until then, you treat her with
respect."

Sherry smiled to her Daddy, a sexy smile. She liked that message
that implied sex between her and the boys and her and her father
could continue if she wanted it to. That painted a whole new
picture and brought new possibilities. She began to see where it
might be possible to share a home with a woman who was angry with
her but wouldn't force her out in the street no matter what she
did. If four out of five wanted her to stay, she could even feel
welcome. 

She batted her eyes at the main guy and said, "Thank you, Daddy.
You do understand. I promise, I will be in the mood again, just
not right now. I won't be shy anymore, and I won't object to any
of you trying to get me in the mood. You just have to go slow and
pick the right time. You guys will learn what works and what
doesn't; and Daddy, I'm sure you already know. You could get me
in the mood whenever you want to. You should give them pointers,
like no grabbing."

Sherry could see she'd made a big score with the papa bear by
telling him in an off-hand way that he could have pussy whenever
he wanted. Her father wasn't the best fuck at the camp site or
even in the family, but he sure liked fucking her. He did not
relish the idea of giving up fucking that young pussy, and said,
"I'm glad you feel that way, Sherry. In light of all we've done,
it would be difficult if not impossible to return to a normal
home life. As long as you're agreeable, I'd be happy to teach
them good seduction techniques."

"I'll help you. Together, we can make them experts that can score
off any chick."

Tom was quick to say, "Would those techniques work on Mom?"

Everyone looked to Tom, and each was wondering. They weren't
looking at him like he were a pervert or an idiot. They were
looking at him like he had something there and was the first
bright mother fucker to think of it. After a pregnant pause while
they stared deep in thought, Tom said, "Well, do you think it
would?"

Bob said, "I suppose they'll work on any female."

Sherry said, "I'm sure they would."

Tom said, "Great, because I like being a mother fucker. I want
some more."

Randy chimed in, "I'll second that. Mom is a great piece ofass."

John said, "I'll say. Even sloppy hundredths with a bloody pussy
was pretty good. Are you saying you won't mind, Dad?"

"If she'll let you, why should I mind. Before you boys start gang
seducing her, we need to give her a chance to get settled in and
put all this behind her, at least what she can put behind her.
She needs time to heal, physically and mentally. What she needs
now is love, affection, tenderness, and a feeling of being part
of this family again. The only hero to emerge from that ordeal is
your mother. She needs to feel like the hero who saved us. Right
now, she feels like the lowest filth on Earth. I'm sure she feels
like a bitch slut and a toilet, even a whore. I think we'll know
when she is ready to deal with seduction attempts. I can assure
you that any that go premature will fail with disastrous
results."

Sherry said, "Dad is right, and he has an excellent plan. I'll
help you guys all I can. As horny as you guys are, I'll need the
help. I think she'll come around, but we have to do like Dad
said. She's our hero. She saved us, and there isn't enough we can
do to thank her. She may push us away at first, me especially,
but I'm going to keep trying to win her forgiveness."

Bob said, "That's the spirit, Sherry. Your mother has the
biggest, softest heart on the planet. She is incapable of holding
a grudge in the face of someone asking forgiveness, someone who
really means it. The trouble is, she sees right through bullshit.
Guys, I'm afraid you are all way too transparent to soften her
up. I think Sherry has the best chance."

Sherry said, "I do, too, Dad. If she'll forgive me, the rest of
you have nothing to sweat. I'm going to start right now. She
might let me in. At least, by the time we get home, we'll be
talking. Is that okay with you, Dad?"

"Try, but don't badger. This is a very delicate time. I'm sure
she needs intimate nursing care. You're the only one who could
give her that unless she wants to wait until we get home. I know
she wouldn't want to go to the hospital."

"Great idea. I'll get the first aid kit. Where is it?"

"Bathroom cabinet under the sink. And Sherry, it wouldn't hurt to
bring her something to drink, something that doesn't emerge from
between your legs."

Sherry smiled her devilish smile and said, "Why, she'll drink
from my pussy fountain when she gets thirsty enough. I'll bet
she's thirsty enough. Can't I say I'm sorry while she slurps piss
from my pussy."

"No! You get that look out of your eyes, girl."

"Dad, there is another strategy that might work better on her.
The strike while the iron's hot strategy."

"The iron isn't hot, Sherry. That iron is stone cold, now."

"I disagree. She liked some of that stuff. Maybe she fooled you
guys, but she didn't fool me. She loved everything with Rufus,
and she loved all the incest. I'll tell you something else you
won't believe but it's true. She loved drinking my piss and
eating my pussy."

"You're right. I don't believe it. I know you'd like to believe
it."

Tom said, "Dad, she might be right. Mom loved it when we screwed
her, especially when we all three did her at once."

Bob said, "I think that's wishful thinking on your part, too."

Sherry said, "I'm not saying the strike while the iron technique
is best. All I'm saying is it might be best. Either way, the
longer we wait, the easier it will be to put all of this behind
her and revert to her old self. She'll be back to her old self
and running our lives in no time. Nobody wants that, and the
sooner we reinforce what we started out there, the easier this
will be for her to adjust to. I know what she liked and what she
didn't."

"Well, you know how she can be if you guess wrong. My loyalties
are with her, just remember that. Push come to shove, I'll stand
beside her. I always have and always will. Okay, except when she
needed me most, but dead heroes are no help either."

"Just trust my judgment on this. Let me feel her out, and then go
the way you see me going."

Bob turned to Randy and said, "Run across the street and get her
a lemonade Big Gulp from the Seven-Eleven. She loves those.
[turning to Sherry] There's your in. She'll open the door for
that, just be ready to play nurse, and please be humble and
contrite starting out. If you come out of the gate looking like
you need to piss, she'll slam the door in your face."

After receiving the money, Randy took off. Sherry said, "I was
just teasing, Daddy. I know how to be. More than anyone, I know
what I need to feel badly about. I know what needs forgiveness.
I'll get that out of the way before doing anything."

                             * * *

In the rear of the coach, Donna still didn't have a stitch on and
was aware of the lengthy stop. She assumed pit stop to let the
dog run, probably a rest area, but she didn't have the energy to
get up and peek out a window. If she could muster the energy, she
was too sore. Thirst almost drove her to slip into something and
into the bathroom. The bikers drank everything they had, but the
holding tanks probably had water. Sucking from the tap would not
be above her at this point, not after the tap she'd been sucking
her fluids from.

Donna thought about that more than anything; that, and the hours
her head spent between her daughter's legs. For three days, her
face was wedded to that girl's beaver. The guys loved it. Sherry
loved thrilling the guys, all of them. The little slut screwed
her brains out and fed her fucked cunt to her mother in every
imaginable position. Donna gorged herself on fuck. All she ate
was fuck. All she drank was piss. For three horrific days, she
dined on her daughter while being whipped for not gorging good
enough to suit her.

Of all the indignities Donna suffered, having to act like a
famished lesbian was the worst. Most of her injuries came from
not doing it good enough, often whipped between her legs while
lying on her back holding an obscene beaver with Sherry squatted
over her mouth. Then, there were the times when Sherry sat in a
wide beaver while receiving the service with Rufus screwing her
sore, battered, and beaten vagina. A mother doesn't forget that.
Rare would be the mother who could ever forgive such treatment.

Donna had cried all the tears she could cry and simply laid there
thinking about those things. She knew Sherry had it in her to be
that way, but never dreamed her daughter's macabre passions could
be unleashed so quickly and easily, or so fully without
restraint. The eight bikers no sooner had their bikes turned off
when Sherry dropped her bikini (top and bottom) and sauntered
nude over to the one who appeared to be their leader. She guessed
right. They were soon fucking in the sand in a circle of family
and bikers.

Following that obscene fuck, while standing beside her man with
his semen running down her legs, Sherry wore a wicked grin while
saying, "Make her fuck the dog like a bitch in heat."

Donna almost died right there, and that's when things got nasty,
and kept getting nasty thanks mostly to her own daughter. Things
never got nasty enough to suit Sherry. The bikers left calling
her a crazy bitch. Sherry dropped the carving knife in the sand,
shocked that they found her idea crazy and left without her. A
girl filleting her mother alive, that had to be cool, not crazy,
not for a Satan's Disciple biker babe.

Forgiving Sherry would be a Herculean task. Donna wasn't sure she
could, and wasn't sure Sherry would ever ask. She half expected
Sherry to run away. She wasn't sure that wouldn't be best for
all. The rest of her relationships were salvageable, and they
could always get rid of the dog if he couldn't unlearn new
tricks. After three days, she doubted he could, and Rufus was not
an outdoor dog. He should have been, but they spoiled him,
raising him like a family member. He was a family member - too
old to unlearn new tricks that he liked.

Getting rid of Rufus was not in the cards. She couldn't demand
that even if he became impossible to live with and continued to
treat her like his bitch. She could picture that quite clearly
and could not see being cruel to the dumb animal who didn't know
better. This wasn't his fault, hers either. Who could fault her
for showing mercy, taking him off and just doing it. After all
they'd seen, why take him off. She could do it in the living room
or beside the dining table during family meals. She could take a
break in meal preparations to get down on the kitchen floor and
give him some, to sate his unnatural lust for human pussy where
and when he felt the need.

Donna didn't need to wear jeans from now on. She didn't need to
wear panties, either, not at home. She didn't need to wear
anything. They had seen everything. They had seen Rufus vent his
animal lusts on everything, and seen her respond to it. Who was
she kidding by not playing the bitch when she got back. Certainly
not Sherry. Her daughter knew a bitch when she saw one.

Donna wanted to finger her pussy as she thought about life at
home with Rufus, also life with a daughter who refused to run
away or apologize. The best she could do was writhe her inflamed
clit against the bedding until she heard the soft knock and her
daughter say, "Mom, I brought you a lemonade Big Gulp with ice."

Donna stopped writhing, instantly snapping to the present,
thirsty beyond measure. Slowly, she rolled to her back and sat
up, swinging her stiff legs off the bed. She made her way to the
door which opened out. She unlocked then turned the handle. The
door she just wanted to crack open, opened fully and her daughter
squeezed in pulling the door closed behind her. She had the Big
Gulp and a first aid kit tucked under the same arm. 

Donna took the drink, threw the plastic lid off, and gulped big.
Sherry watched and couldn't resist saying, "Sure beats piss,
doesn't it?"

Donna continued to drink while looking at Sherry over the rim.
There was hatred in her eyes, but this hatred was softened by
Sherry's apologetic return look, complete with an unsure smile
like one you make after using an ethnic slur to an ethnic you
think you're close enough with but aren't sure. Sherry said,
"Somehow, someway, I intend to make this up to you. They were
right. I went crazy. I'm a crazy bitch. I know that, now. I'm
sick. I won't ever ask you to forgive me. I won't insult you. You
saved us. You're the big hero, Mom."

This was not at all what Donna expected to hear, not from Sherry,
anyway. The term hero never entered Donna's mind. After gulping
half, Donna took the cup away from her lips to study Sherry's
expression - sincere - no bullshit - very odd.

Donna said, "I wish I could believe you."

"I don't expect you to, not after the way I behaved. I thought we
were all goners and my only chance was to become one of them.
Call me a chicken, but I'm afraid to die. I'll do anything to
stay alive. I don't have to tell you that, do I?"

Again Donna studied. Again, she saw no bullshit. She drank some
more, then said, "How do the others feel?"

"Pretty bad. We're all a bunch of cowards. You're the only hero,
but you're right up there with John Wayne. We feel pretty lucky
to have you for a mom. We're all wondering how long we'll have
you. No one can blame you for wanting out."

Donna felt much better if Sherry was to be trusted and being
truthful. She wasn't sure. Donna drank then said, "I have no
intentions of abandoning my family."

"I didn't think you would. I told them you wouldn't, that they
didn't need to worry about that. It's not in your nature to
abandon or to hold a grudge. I didn't believe the part about you
not holding a grudge, but I believe it applies to them and the
things they did. They'd like to believe that."

The motor home began moving and began with a forward lurch that
toppled them both to the bed - Donna painfully. She cried out.
Sherry rolled her to her back. Donna went gingerly with light
finger pressure to her shoulder as Sherry said, "I have nursing
to do, so you may as well relax and let me do this."

Donna fully intended to do her own nursing when she arrived home,
but since Sherry offered and had what was needed, Donna relaxed
even allowing Sherry to position both legs wide after setting the
kit on the night stand and making room on the bed. Donna felt odd
being laid out this way, an obscene beaver spread, but not as odd
as she would have felt three days ago.

After getting her mother in position, the crotch and breasts
needed to be washed in order to assess damage. In addition to
dried blood there was caked sperm, sand, and debris. Sherry
needed water, soap, a wash cloth and towel. She got up to get
those things. When she opened the door, it swung fully open and
caught the Velcro stay that held it open. Thinking nothing of
this, Sherry entered the bathroom, leaving her mother exposed to
three heads that peered down the aisle, straight up her wide
beaver.

Donna raised her head to see who saw but couldn't muster the
strength to either close her legs or get up and shut the door.
Her head fell back to the pillow and she waited. She waited
wearing a blush, cursing Sherry's thoughtlessness in leaving her
that way. If that weren't enough, Rufus got curious, saw that
messy beaver on his bitch and decided to help out. His broad
tongue made Donna's head come shooting up.

There still wasn't a damn thing she could do but lay there and
watch. She couldn't watch without also watching her three sons
who were now on their feet and getting to better viewing
positions to see something they'd seen dozens of times. Donna let
her head fall back and let the dog have his way, though this time
was different. The enforcer wasn't making her offer him an
obscene spread. To them, it looked like she did this on her own
and was resolved to playing the bitch for Rufus from now on, no
sense in putting it off.

Donna thought about this while trying not to think about that
marvelous tongue that felt great even on a sore and injured
pussy. She thought about the situation she'd be living in.
Indeed, there was no reason to put this off, not if she'd end up
being his bitch. They would soon see her as a wife to their
father and a bitch to the family dog. She couldn't conceal either
role. The more that delicious slab of dog tongue had its way with
her inflamed sex, the more she didn't want to try. The more his
tongue dragged across her throbbing clit, the more she wanted
those curious boys in the room with them so they could see better
how a bitch feeds pussy to her doggie lover.

Sherry emerged from the bathroom to see a bitch feeding pussy to
her doggie lover. She held in the knowing smile and moved in,
leaving the door wide open. After setting up her supplies, she
said, "Mom, I could send him out, but I would think his tongue
would be better than a rough wash cloth. They say dog saliva
kills germs, that letting them lick a wound isn't a bad idea.
What do you think?"

Donna looked to Sherry and was thankful for the excuse to
languish, saying, "Whatever, Sherry. Do what you feel you need to
do. I'm just going to close my eyes and pretend I'm somewhere
else."

"Good idea. Pretend you're lying out at the camp site to get sun
only there are no bikers around. I'll try not to hurt you, but
your nipples are in pretty bad shape. They both need stitches. We
have the stuff, but I don't know how to do it right, and we have
no Novocain. Maybe you should go to a doctor."

With her eyes closed, Donna said, "No. Do the best you can. It
can't be any worse than what I suffered through to make them that
way."

Sherry began her delicate procedure as the boys crammed in the
doorway. Donna knew they were there and jockeying for the space.
That knowledge and the dog's tongue had her at the brink of
orgasm, holding it back with all her might. The pain Sherry
inflicted helped a great deal, and she hadn't started with the
needle and thread, yet.

When Sherry was ready to begin building nipples from flaps of raw
tissue, she called the boys in to help out. Their job was to keep
their mother's mind off her nipples. Randy and John were asked to
each take a leg and massage it. Tom had the job of sitting up by
her head and massaging her scalp. Donna languished under all this
loving attention though she suffered great agony at times. The
boys were great at distracting her, not as good as the dog, but
each did his part. The two leg men were best, each working to
pull her open into the splits, massaging close to pussy, avoiding
the raw areas while doing their best to open her pussy to the
dog's tongue. 

Tom did his part by trying to get her to talk. He was the most
bothered by what he'd done. He had to get this off his chest. It
couldn't wait. He explained why he took advantage, how he always
wanted her, how he masturbated while thinking about it, that he
had done that for years, that the only female that turned him on
as much as she did was a super model he knew he could never have,
that he had to go for it. He couldn't help himself. He had to.

This was all very flattering but wasn't helping Donna stave off
orgasm. She wanted to fuck him and put his mind at ease. She
wanted to tell him he never had to hold his lust in again, that
if she'd give the dog pussy whenever he wanted some, she'd do no
less for a handsome son, and if bearing him a child turned him on
that much, she'd even consider that. The other two mother
fuckers, by their actions more than words, told her they expected
nothing less from a bitch mom. Randy even said, "Are you going to
let Rufus fuck you after your pussy heals?"

Donna looked down her front to the pussy they splayed open for
the dog and said, "Yes. He sees me as his bitch, now. I don't see
that I have much choice, do you?"

This pleased everyone, none more than Sherry. They could all see
that she was turned on, but no one expected her to say this, or
to seek approval from them. Each added their approval, even Tom.
Sherry paused between stitches to add, "Mom, you were a great
bitch at the dunes. Will you be that good at home?"

Donna looked to Sherry and said, "Don't you think I should?"

"Sure, that's the kind of bitch Rufus expects, a bitch slut like
you were out there. Can you swallow your pride and be that way
without someone holding a whip over you, making you do it?"

Now panting, Donna said, "I think so. I'll try. You'd like that,
wouldn't you, Sherry?"

"We all would, Mom, even Dad. Nothing gets him as hard as seeing
you act the slut with Rufus."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you. You'd like me getting your
father's dick hard for you, especially that way."

Sherry inserted the needle and caused great pain. This was a
cruel stab that had to be partially drawn out to effect a surface
stitch while saying, "The incest barrier has been broken in this
family, or did you forget?"

Recovering from that pain brought Donna back from the brink of
orgasm and into a dose of reality. She watched the stitch being
completed while gathering her voice to say, "No, I did not
forget. I know we can't turn back the clock or return to being
the way we were, but I am still the mom, and I am not into being
lorded over by a child, and I am definitely not into pain. If you
do that again, you're grounded for three months."

Sherry made the next stitch more carefully, saying, "Sorry. That
was an accident."

"No, it wasn't. I am not a fool, Sherry. I know you love this
shit and I'm getting more stitches than I need. Wrap this up and
leave me be or you can forget you and I ever becoming sexual in
this new family of ours. You may not be into giving, but I know
you love to receive."

Sherry smiled and said, "You're right. I love to receive. I'd
hate to give that up. If I be a good girl, will I get that and
the other, too?"

Everyone knew what Sherry meant by the other. They were eager to
hear Donna's reply. Donna thought, then said, "We'll see. I will
not be your full time toilet if that's what you're thinking. On
occasion, I suppose I could indulge you."

"Great. Will you do it the way you did back at the camp site and
let everyone watch?"

"As long as there's no whip involved."

"Fantastic! There, all done, almost good as new. At least your
tits have caps. I don't know if they'll be any good for nursing
your sons' babies, but at least they have something to play with
while they're making them."

Donna examined the job Sherry did. It was better than nothing.
The allusion that her sons would be using them to play with while
trying to make babies was not lost on Donna, nor was the
opportunity to set them straight on that score lost on the mother
fuckers eager to hear her reply. Donna let that opportunity pass.
In doing so, she made them smile.

Donna looked from one grinning boy to the other and finally said,
"We'll see. I have to think about it some more. Right now, I need
rest. Take Rufus with you, and don't bother me until we arrive
home."

The kids filed out with the dog in tow, then shut the door behind
them. Donna stared at the ceiling after further nipple
examination, seeing new hope for them. They hurt like hell, and
they'd get worse, but barring infection, she just may end up
keeping functional nipples. Not bad considering how close she
came to losing both tits to the ribs.

                              * * *

Once home, Donna spent the better part of that first week being
waited on hand and foot. Sherry was as dutiful and attentive as
the others, only she took particular care in nursing the pussy
and nipples. The boys gave massages. They brought Rufus in to do
his thing which was oral sex. He was the only one who could
provide release without causing too much pain. At first, she
objected, but she eventually needed the release and allowed them
to decide how often she needed to cum. Ten times a day became the
average. Donna came to enjoy recovery and was happiest in bed.

Her pussy healed first and healed nicely. By week's end, only a
few scars remained. Her nipples, though far from being healed,
were well on their way and no longer swollen and discolored. She
could function on her own by going topless but preferred to lie
in bed.

After two weeks, her stitches came out and her distorted,
misshapen nipples looked fairly healthy, no longer in danger of
infection. She could wear clothes, but didn't. She spent more
time out of bed than in, but didn't do much in the way of her
normal routine. She took her massages in her favorite chair, and
she allowed Rufus to lick, but so far had not engaged in any
other form of sex with him.

The family conferred often on her progress and mapped out new
strategies as old strategies failed to yield expected results.
Their strategy ended up becoming the long, drawn-out seduction
they had first discussed. Rufus and her seductive sons kept her
in the game. Had it not been for his lap jobs and their intimate
massages, chances are they would have lost her to a rebound as
the wrongness kept setting in and not setting right with her. 

Sherry was also not setting right with her, and the fact that her
daughter and her husband were having sex all through this
recovery wasn't helping matters. Donna grew to resent Sherry and
could not forgive someone who refused to ask for forgiveness or
apologize. Without apology and forgiveness, there was no way of
restoring any kind of relationship. The relationship they had
kept festering, infected by visions of a nightmare in the dunes,
Sherry holding a carving knife to her breast in particular.

Sherry grew impatient with her mother with each day. She grew
bolder with each day she spent serving her father's every sexual
whim. Donna could see what Sherry was up to - theft of a spouse.
She won his penis. That was easy. She now wanted his heart and
mind. With those, she'd have power, leverage, and could not be
placed on restriction.

As the boys grew more seductive each day, approaching Donna as
lovers do, their intentions and desires as obvious as their
erections, Sherry's patience grew thinner. No longer needed for
her nursing skills, and never one to administer a soothing
massage, she now wanted her due and never missed the opportunity
to remind her mother that they had a deal as though the words
spoken in the heat of passion while riding home were somehow a
contract that she was not living up to.

Donna felt like a woman adrift on a raft made of perversion,
carried along by a river of sex which emptied out into the sea of
lust. She saw no way out of the river and she had no paddle.
Sherry seemed to see it that way, too, when she took a seat on
the arm of Donna's favorite chair at a time when Rufus did his
crotch licking.

Donna didn't like having Sherry see her like this, especially in
the nude. The practice of making a beaver for Rufus whenever he
showed interest began in the bedroom and became habit. She
developed a sexual addiction and lost all sense of shame in
opening herself to the dog, even masturbating with others looking
on. His tongue working between her legs always brought a finger
to massage her clit. She always reached a climax, and her orgasms
were the best, each one sinking her deeper into dependency,
rendering her incapable of standing up to Sherry or getting
pissed at Bob. They had their thing; she had her thing. It was
only when Sherry watched her do her thing that Donna felt uneasy.
That still didn't stop her. Nothing could stop her, because she
couldn't stop herself and no one else wanted to. 

This time, they were alone. Sherry watched wearing a superior
grin, one that suggested she weren't that pathetic. Donna hated
that look. Sherry watched in silence, then chucked Donna under
her chin to make her look away from her own crotch and into a
superior female's face. When she had her mother's attention, she
said, "We had a deal. You're not living up to your end of the
bargain. I said I'd be good if you did. Well, I have given you
three weeks to make good on your promises. You're all healed now.
Everything works. Either you start putting out, or I start
getting nasty. You don't want me getting nasty, do you?"

Donna slowly shook her head submissively showing genuine fear, as
though seeing the enforcer again, which fueled Sherry's passion
and gave her strength. Sherry smiled her wicked smile and said,
"No, you don't want to see me with a whip in my hand, do you?"

Donna shook her head. Sherry liked seeing that terror again. She
said, "You will if you don't start putting out. I taught those
boys how to seduce a bitch like you and turn her into a
slobbering whore. You're making me look bad, like I don't know
what I'm talking about. I had better see an immediate change or
I'll tear your cunt up. As for you and that mutt, enough of this
one-sided relationship. He's not your lap dog, he's your lover. I
said bitch slut and I meant bitch slut. Is there something wrong
with your memory? Do you need a refresher course?"

Donna shook her head emphatically then said, "No, please! Isn't
this enough? I do this all day every day, and I don't try to hide
it. I'm mostly naked and half the time I'm the instigator. I'm
even slutty about it, but I can't be the way I was out there in
the desert. I can't do that, Sherry. I couldn't live with myself
if I sank that low. This is bad enough, and this is as low as I
can go."

"Don't tell me what you can or can not do, bitch. I know what
you're capable of given the proper motivation. The only question
is, do you need the motivation or is the threat enough? What do
you think?"

"I don't know."

Sherry mocked, "You don't know. Well, we'll just find out, won't
we."

With that, Sherry stood and threw one leg across to the other arm
of the chair, placing her crotch in Donna's face. She then took
her mother firmly, harshly by the head and jammed her face in
tight to the beaver. Donna went limp in Sherry's hands and
allowed her face to be fucked the way Sherry did it in the dunes.
Sherry smeared her mother's face from chin to forehead, ear to
ear before centering the mouth and filling her with piss. Donna
sucked and swallowed as fast as she could to avoid any spillage,
climaxing on the dog's tongue as the flow became a trickle.
Sherry smiled knowingly and shoved her away.

Sherry left the house leaving Donna alone in the house - alone
with her thoughts. She knew she had to do something, but what. If
Sherry resorted to a whip, Bob would probably let her. Bob might
even help. The boys, they were the key. Though she hadn't given
them any pussy, they loved her, had drawn closer to her, and
could be swayed. Lovers might stand up for her where sons won't.
If she won over all three, the scales would tip in her favor. It
would be four to two.

She could also walk out - pack her bags and go live with her
parents. The trouble with that plan was that Rufus couldn't go.
Donna scratched that idea while scratching him behind the ear. He
was still licking. He loved her spend and licked deep to get it.
She thought, "bitch slut, huh." That was a possibility, one that
looked more probable each day even without the threat hanging
over her head. There were times it took all of her will power not
to assume a mating position. There were times she didn't apply
will power, like when no one was around, like now.

He needed relief. It had been days since she had found the
opportunity. She thought for a moment, weighed the chances of
being caught, then patted her belly. He understood and jumped up.
Donna guided his erection to the mark. He took it from there.
They were surprised in the act by Randy and John.

Donna couldn't stop, so the boys took seats on the arms of her
chair and watched. In taking their seats, they pushed her legs
back further making her slump further down. They were thrilled to
see her finally coming across with some pussy. The dog was
getting it but they knew they'd be next, at least not long after
she began putting out to Rufus. Sherry said so.

Tom entered the house toward the end and took up a viewing
position by standing behind the chair hanging over the top. Like
the others, he knew this was a good sign. By this time, she
fucked Rufus the way she fed pussy to him - without shame -
rubbing her clit while writhing under his pistoning cock -
enjoying the bestial sex with an audience looking on though they
were feeling her up and discussing her body parts in the crudest
of terms.

The best part was having them watch her reach a climax, because
that's when she really let go and became utterly shameless. While
cumming, she didn't mind the fingers in her ass feeling the dog's
cock. While cumming, she didn't mind being jacked off on or
having dicks pressed to her lips. While cumming, she sucked them,
even after.

Tom had come around and gotten his cock in her mouth while his
brothers amused themselves feeling the dog's cock through her
asshole. Tom jacked on his rod while she sucked. While she
drained Tom's nuts for him, Rufus filled her with dog cum. Randy
peppered her right tittie with his load while John (the
contortionist) tried getting his dick in her ass. He managed, but
only after Rufus dismounted and went off to lick his dick, a job
she used to do in the dunes.

Donna held her obscene pose while John had his way with her ass.
He didn't last long, anyway. While it did last, she felt as low
as a mother can go without a whip over her. She continued sucking
on Tom's rod while Randy reached inside her pussy to feel his
brother's dick. Now, she felt lower. Randy got his hand fully
inside and began jacking off John, making the two laugh. Now, she
really felt low.

Afterward, she laid in the vulgar sprawl and let the boys amuse
themselves with her body. She now knew she could avoid the whip,
but had doubts that she could avoid this life. Her boys liked it
too much. Only one could be considered a lover, and she wasn't
all that sure about him. The other two considered her a piece of
ass, and they gave credit to Sherry for getting some. Sherry
really knew her shit. She knew her bitches. Two against four
stood no chance of going against the strong current. Donna's
future looked dismal.

Donna had one chance, a long shot, and her opportunity came that
same day. The boys left and were gone when Bob arrived home.
Sherry still hadn't returned. Donna had clothes on. She was fully
dressed, a first since the bikers ordered her to strip. She
hadn't been alone with Bob since that day. Sherry saw to it by
monopolizing his every free moment. Bob felt uneasy.

Donna cornered him when he tried to make an excuse to slip out.
She physically blocked the door, saying, "No, Bob, you're staying
and we're going to talk this through. Your daughter threatened me
today. She threatened me with the whip if I didn't start dancing
to her tune just like I did in the dunes. She fucked my face and
pissed in my mouth. It's starting all over, and it won't end
until I'm dead. She'll kill me, Bob, and you won't be able to
cover it up. She's a sadistic bitch. She's sick and she's crazy.
We must stop her. Together, we can. If you don't grow a spine,
I'm going to the police. I'll lay it all out if I have to."

Bob turned ashen and slumped into a nearby chair. The thought of
growing a spine frightened him. The thought of jail frightened
him even more. Slowly, he faced the reality that Sherry was nuts,
one twisted bitch, a great piece of ass, but deadly. 

Donna saw she was getting through. Relief flooded her. She sat on
the arm of the chair and placed an arm around him, saying, "I
want her out of our home, Bob. She no longer goes to school. She
has never apologized or asked my forgiveness. She is not the
least repentant. I will not share a roof with that evil bitch. I
don't care where she goes or what she does to get by, but I want
her out of here today. I'm going to mother's. When she's gone,
call me. If you don't call, you'll hear from my lawyer. If you
can't end this, I can. I will. See if I don't."

Donna took an overnight bag and left. That evening, she received
a call from Bob stating that Sherry was gone, that he moved her
into a weekly rental motel along with her things. She cried,
begged, and pleaded, but he had warned her that it may come to
this. Bob wanted Donna to come home.

Donna said she would but wanted to see Sherry first. He gave her
the address. Donna found Sherry in the room. She heard the
sobbing through the door. Sherry had wiped tears away before
opening the door. On seeing her mother, she broke into tears.

Donna entered and stood looking at Sherry. For the longest time,
they said nothing. Finally, Sherry said, "Mom, I'm so sorry. I'm
sorry for everything. I am such an idiot. I don't blame you for
not loving me anymore."

"I never said I didn't love you. I hate what you do, but I don't
hate you."

"Can you ever forgive me?"

"I don't know. I'm working on it but a lot will depend on you. I
will tell you this, though. If you ever threaten me again, I will
cut the cord forever."

Hope sprang as Sherry said, "Are you saying I can come home?"

"We'll try it, but you must remain in school and get therapy. If
you'll agree to those terms, you are welcome to stay as long as
you wish."

Sherry flung herself into her mother's arms and hugged her
tightly, rocking in a clinging embrace. Donna patted her back,
rubbed her back, and kissed the side of her face. After two
minutes of hugging, Donna said, "Don't tell anyone, but my
weakness is ear nibbling."

Sherry wasn't sure she heard right. She broke the embrace to look
into her mother's smiling face. They soon broke into smiles.
Sherry, almost giddy, said, "So, that's the secret."

"Nothing else works on me, but ear nibbling gets to me every
time? That's how I got pregnant with you. When my ears get
nibbled, I want sperm in my pussy. Your Daddy doesn't know that,
but your father does."

"I'd better write that down."

"No, you commit that to memory. It'll be our little secret. Just
be sure your brothers never find out or I'll be pumping out
incestuous bastards like a Pez dispenser."

In great spirits they loaded the car and headed home. Half way
there, Sherry looked to her mom and said, "Say, who is my
father?"

"Beats me, but he rode a hog and had a dick like a baby's leg."

They laughed the rest of the way home and were still laughing in
the delivery room nine months later. In all, Donna pumped out
eight incestuous bastards before Randy left the nest. Bob had
another set of boys to dirt bike with, four this time. One day,
they heard a familiar roar from the dunes. Donna's panties got
wet.

                             The End

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