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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
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A House in the Woods - Sarah and Penny Try Out the Dungeon (Ff, MFf, 
B/D, D/S, oral, anal, fist, beast, toys)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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(See 'House in the Woods: Penny' and 'House in the Woods: Sarah' for an 
introduction to the characters in this story and how they came to be 
where this episode begins.)

Penny sat facing away from me, watching her mother enjoy the attentions 
of my half-Wolf companion, Caesar, while she slowly rode my cock.

Sarah, her mother, had just screamed her way through her umpteenth 
orgasm as Caesar blasted his superheated dog cum deep in her body, his 
knot swelling her belly as if she were pregnant.  Caesar's brother, 
Czar, another half-Wolf, half-Malamute brute, lay in the corner licking 
Penny's essence off the pink flesh of his own cock, and watching to see 
if he'd get a chance at the other hairless bitch when his brother was done.

Penny, having been thoroughly screwed by Czar, was in no hurry to get 
either of us off, and frankly I was enjoying the sight of her not quite 
fifteen-year-old body as it languidly slithered up and down my rigid 
pole.  With an ease born of trust and familiarity, Penny settled back 
against me and tucked her head under my chin, her silver-blonde hair 
tickling my neck.  She took my large, calloused hands in her small, 
slender ones, and placed them on her breasts, sighing contentedly as I 
gently kneaded her budding mounds, pinching lightly at the little pink 
nipples centered on puffy pink areolae.

"Mr. Brenneman...?" Penny started to say, but I interrupted.

"Penny," I said, with mock severity, "you're sitting on my cock. You've 
just finished fucking my dog, and have been in my bed, God knows how 
many times.  Don't you think it's time we moved past 'Mr. Brenneman'?"

She giggled a little, which, by the way, felt delicious around my cock.

"So what shall I call you?" she asked, "'Mike' doesn't feel right...hmmm!"

She put a finger to her pursed lips as though thinking very hard.

"How about 'Dad'?" she asked seriously, looking intently over her 
shoulder at my face to guage my reaction.

"I would be delighted to have you call me Dad!" I replied, smiling, "but 
I think that's one we should pass by your mom first, don't you?"

"I HATE when you do that!" Penny pouted, "Can't you just once accept 
what I want to do instead of making a federal case out of it with Mom?"

"Okay," I said, "Let's review: Why don't YOU tell me why I want to get 
Sarah involved?"

Penny sighed, resignedly, and said in a sing-song voice, "I know, 
'enlightened self-interest'! Basically you don't want to take a chance 
of making her mad at you."

"Well, yes," I replied, "but it's more than that, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah," she said, reluctantly, "I guess if she got mad enough 
she'd stop coming over here, and probably tell me not to come here 
anymore, too.  Then you wouldn't get any more of this little teen-age 
pussy!"

She gave me a mischievous look as she finished.

Knowing Penny as I did, this didn't really come as a surprise.  She'd 
always been a bright, perceptive young lady, which was one of the 
reasons I replied as I did: "That's true, and I'd miss it a lot, but 
what I'd miss most is your company and your Mom's. You two brighten my 
world considerably, and frankly, I don't want that to end, so I try to 
make sure not to step too hard on your toes OR hers, okay?"

"Okay." she sighed.

"No need to make a fuss about it, you two!" Sarah said, shuddering 
through a mini-gasm as Caesar dismounted and turned around, causing his 
enormous cock and knot to roll inside her. "I have absolutely no problem 
with you calling Mike 'Dad'.  You just need to realize that people will 
talk if you do it in public."

"Thanks, Mom!" Penny said, then turning back to me, "As I was saying 
before I was so rudely interrupted, Dad...!"

I smiled down at her. "What's on your mind, Penny?"

"Well, I was just wondering when you're going to take Mom and me down to 
the dungeon...?" she looked expectantly over her shoulder.

"I hadn't really thought about it, Penny." I replied, "I guess it never 
occurred to me that you two would be into the kind of thing that goes on 
down there."

"How will we know unless we try?" Penny squeezed down on my cock for 
emphasis. A very persuasive young lady, that!

I raised a questioning eyebrow in Sarah's direction as she knelt, 
waiting for Caesar to disengage.

"Actually, AH!" she gasped as Caesar gave an experimental tug, 
"Actually, I was kind of wondering the same thing.  I must admit my 
curiousity has been piqued!"

"If you're serious, we can make a visit to the dungeon tonight," I said, 
"but I need to be sure that you're both aware of what's in store for you 
before we go, so why don't we get cleaned up, and discuss it over 
dinner, then if you still want to, we'll give it a try."

Sarah looked at Penny who shrugged and nodded, then back at me giving me 
a nod of her own. Caesar's cock chose that moment to slip free of her 
body, leaving her shuddering as it snaked out of the gaping orifice, 
accompanied by a flood of their mixed fluids.

We shared the large shower in the master bath, and, despit some playful 
touching and feeling, managed to get to the kitchen without screwing 
each other again.

Sarah and I collaborated on a quick meal of pasta and salad using the 
homemade marinara she had brought with her.  Penny, without being asked, 
set the table.

Our afternoon activities had apparently taken their toll, and little was 
said as we wolfed down our meal.  Pushing back from the table finally, I 
addressed these two ladies who had become such a big part of my life.

"You realize, of course," I went into lecture mode, "that all that stuff 
in the dungeon is used either to bind a person, and/or to cause a person 
pain or humiliation. Both can be very erotic to someone in the right 
frame of mind, and terrifying or disgusting to someone who's not ready 
for the experience."

Sarah's eyes were wide, and a quick glance showed Penny's expression 
mirroring her mother's.

"The binding, pain, and humiliation, besides being erotic," I continued, 
"are primarily used by a dominant sexual partner to reinforce his or her 
dominance over one or more submissives. Trust is an absolute necessity 
in such a relationship. The submissive partner must be able to trust the 
dominant absolutely. This places the burden for maintaining that trust 
squarely on the shoulders of the dominant party."

Penny shivered and Sarah swallowed, hard.

"I think, for your first visit, since you two already have a deeper 
trust relationship with each other than with me," I said, "that one of 
you should be the dominant and the other the submissive. I'll kind of 
act as referee."

Sarah said, "Sure! I'll be dominant and Penny can be submissive."

Penny just kind of shrugged.

"Actually," I said, "that's pretty much maintaining the roles you 
already have, of necessity, in your Mother/Daughter relationship.  To 
really feel the roles, I'd suggest reversing that 'natural order'.  You 
be submissive to Penny for this one session."

Penny's interest level suddenly shot up and she leaned forward to hear 
more. I didn't have to look at her face to know that she liked the idea! 
  Sarah, naturally, was a little more reluctant.

"I don't know if that's a good idea." she temporized, "I mean, I still 
have to be her Mother, and giving her that kind of power over me, well, 
I'm just not comfortable with it!"

"I understand your reluctance, Sarah," I said, "but first of all, it's 
role-playing, not a complete role reversal.  It will give you both 
insights into yourselves and into one another that I believe will only 
strengthen a relationship that's based on love.  You're only 
surrendering your power for a little while, and at the end of the time, 
if Penny tries to continue to try to dominate you, I'll take over and 
show her what it means to be REALLY dominated. Is that clear, young lady?"

Penny, whose fantasies had been running wild, stammered, "Yes, Mr... uh, 
Dad!"

"Just try it, Sarah." I said, "It WILL change your relationship with 
your daughter, but I believe that change will be positive."

Reluctantly, Sarah agreed.

"Okay, now you need to choose a safeword, Sarah." I said

"Safeword?" she looked blank for a moment, then comprehension dawned. 
"Oh right!"

"What's a 'safeword'?" Penny asked.

"It's a signal that the sub, in this case, your Mom, has reached her 
limits." I told her, "She can scream and cry and give vent to all kinds 
of emotions, but as long as she doesn't use her safeword, you, as the 
top, know that she's play-acting.  If she does use it, though, you must 
stop, immediately, whatever you're doing."

"Oh, sure!" Penny said lightly.

"Look at me, Penny!" I said seriously, "This is a solemn promise you 
must make to me and to your mother. You will NEVER ignore a safeword. Do 
you promise?"

Penny gulped, then nodded. "Yes, Mr..., Dad!"

"Okay, now on the other hand," I said, addressing Sarah, "to forestall 
any temptation to use your safeword too frequently, I, as referee, will 
deliver ten lashes with a cat o'nine tails each time you use your 
safeword.  Do you understand?"

It was Sarah's turn to gulp, but she nodded. "Yes."

"Okay, so what's your safeword?"

Sarah thought for a minute and said, "Hot dog?"

I twisted my mouth up and replied, "I'll grant you that it's not likely 
we'll be using hot dogs tonight, but their phallic shape makes them a 
natural for some kinds of sex play, so you probably should pick another 
word."

Sarah's face screwed up for a moment, then cleared. "Sunrise!" she said.

"Okay, Sunrise." I looked at Penny, "You repeat it too, so that she 
knows you've heard."

Penny looked puzzled for a moment, then shrugged and said, "Sunrise."

I nodded, then got up from the table.  Sarah and I had used aprons while 
cooking, to protect sensitive parts from painful splatters, but during 
the meal we had remained nude, as had become our habit.

"Wait here." I told them, and left the room.

 From the little cabinet I keep by the front door for car keys and other 
items that might come in handy when entering, leaving, or greeting a 
'guest', I withdrew a collar and leash.  When I returned to the sitting 
room, I handed them to Penny and said, "Here. Take control of your slave."

Sarah, still sitting at the dinner table, gasped.  Penny's eyes got as 
big around as saucers!

"She'll never let me put this on her!" she cried.

"Then you'll have to make her." I replied. "She's your slave, and your 
responsibility, but if you need any help, just ask."

She approached her mom with trepidation, and Sarah shied away from her. 
"You're not putting that on me, young lady! I don't care what games 
we're playing!"

"Please, mom?" Penny whined, "It's just play-acting!"

"Play-acting or not, Penny!" Sarah said, "You're not leading me around 
on a leash!"

Penny looked in my direction, and said, plaintively, "See, I told you!"

"Mistress Penny," I said seriously, "you have a willful slave who is 
refusing to do what you command. What are you going to do about it?"

Penny's mouth gaped and comprehension dawned, "P-punish her?"

I nodded, "I think I'd be quick about it before she starts thinking 
she's in charge."

Penny looked around, as if looking for something, then noticed the 
leather leash in her hand. I could see her mentally steeling herself to 
do something that went totally against her nature.  Quickly, as if to 
get it over with before she could change her mind, she brought the 
doubled leather strap down sharply across her mother's pale thighs.  The 
snap of leather on flesh was quite loud in the small kitchen.

"You will do as you're told, slave!" she said severely.

"OW! Penny!" Sarah cried. "Stop that!"

Penny, confused, looked at me.

"She didn't use her safeword, Penny." I reminded her.

The light began to dawn in the diminutive blonde's eyes and she turned 
back to the kneeling woman.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Three times in quick succession the strap descended, each blow a bit 
more confident than the last.

"OW! OW! OW!" Sarah cried, "Penny! Stop hitting me!"

SMACK! "OW!"

"I'm MISTRESS Penny, slave!" Penny said crossly, "If you don't shut up, 
I'm really going to punish you when we get downstairs! Now put this on!"

Sarah looked shocked at the change in her daughter's demeanor, but 
meekly accepted the collar and buckled it around her neck.

The little teen shot me a look of triumph and quickly clipped the leash 
to the collar. With a jerk, she yanked Sarah off the chair to her knees, 
then forced her mother's head up.

"Sit on your heels!" she commanded, "Hands behind your back!"

Sarah, eyes wide, seeming as shocked at her own compliance as at her 
daughter's behavior, assumed the ordered position.

"Penny," she started to say.

SMACK! The end of the leash left a white stripe across her left breast.

"It's my turn to talk!" Penny nearly shouted, "And it's Mistress Penny!"

Sarah, tears running down her face, answered meekly, "Yes, Mistress Penny."

Penny's expression fell at the sight of her mother's tears and she 
started to weaken until I said, "Penny, check her pussy."

She looked at me as if I were crazy, but her fingers came out from 
between her mom's legs slimy with fresh fluid.

"She's turned on!" she cried.

"That's why she's crying, isn't it slave?" I asked Sarah.

Sarah hung her head and nodded, sobbing, "I can't believe I'm enjoying 
being mistreated by my own daughter!"

"With your permission, Mistress Penny?" I said.

Penny nodded, and I knelt beside the young mother.

"Who better to help you learn this about yourself, Sarah?" I asked, "You 
and Penny have perhaps the closest Mother/Daughter relationship of 
anyone I know, so who better to be the one to bring this side of you 
out?  You can see she's afraid to really hurt you.  This beautiful young 
lady is the perfect companion for your journey of exploration.  Look how 
far you two have already come together. Can you deny that it's been a 
wonderful journey?"

Sarah looked at me with tearful eyes, "Why does perversion always seem 
to make sense when it comes out of your mouth?"

"Because," I said, "I happen to have a different definition of 
perversion than most.  To me, denying one's desires for the sake of some 
ill-conceived, outdated social taboo is worse perversion than anything 
you and I and your daughter have done together.  What we do hurts no 
one, and brings us a great deal of love as well as physical pleasure. 
You have the power in this, Sarah. You can stop it with a word. But you 
haven't used that word because deep down inside, you know I'm right. 
It's just society's antiquated morals that make you feel bad."

"You are either a demon from hell, or a messenger from God, Mr. 
Brenneman," she said, "and I'm damned if I can figure out which, but I 
have to admit, Penny and I have gotten a lot closer since you came into 
our lives, so I'll go along with this too."

"I'll settle for that, but just for the record," I said "I'm just a man 
who thinks for himself."

I stood and bent to whisper in Penny's ear. She grinned and nodded.

"Head up, Mommy slave!" she said, twitching the leash, then looking into 
her mother's eyes, she said quietly, "Just so you know, I LOVE that this 
turns you on, but tomorrow I'll still be your sweet little daughter."

Sarah gave her a wan smile and a slight nod and whispered, "Thank you, 
Mistress Penny."

"Good!" Penny said, "Now, eat me!"

Sarah looked shocked, but it took only a slight pressure on the leash to 
bend her to her task. Penny locked her hands in her mother's hair and 
guided her tongue where she wanted it, moaning and sighing.

"Come on, Mommy Slave!" Penny urged, arching against her mom's mouth. 
"Eat your daughter's pussy! You know you want to! Oooh that's it! You're 
a born carpet muncher, aren't you slut!"

Sarah moaned into her daughter's pussy at the verbal abuse, and I could 
see her trying, without much success, to rub her own dripping slit 
against her heel.

"You are a slut, aren't you, Mommy Slave?" Penny continued, relishing 
both her power and the effect it was having on her mother. "You'll be my 
little slut for the rest of the night, won't you!"

"Yes, Mistress Penny!" Sarah raised her head long enough to answer 
fervently. "I'll do anything you ask of me!"

"Then finish what you're doing, slave!" Penny ordered. "We've got a long 
night ahead of us!"

In just a short time, Penny shrieked through a magnificent orgasm, 
soaking her mother's chin and neck with her juices.

"Oh, GOD! That was good!" she cried, "I may not have to punish you after 
all, slave!"

Penny took a few moments to regain her composure, then, without a 
backward glance, she commanded, "Heel!" and headed off toward the dungeon.

When Penny reached the end of the leash, she kept a firm grip, and Sarah 
had no choice but to follow on hands and knees.

Sarah had a little trouble negotiating the steps going down on her hands 
and knees, but managed okay.  At the bottom, Penny stood wide-eyed and 
surveyed the possibilities. Unable to make up her mind, especially since 
she wasn't familiar with all the equipment, she turned to me.

"I want to tie her so I can, you know, do things to her," she said, "but 
I'm not really sure what to do!"

"Do you know what kind of things you want to do to her?" I asked.

"Well, I'd kind of like to play with her tits some, and maybe stick 
things in her pussy or up her butt - you know!" she said.

"Big things, little things, painful things...?" I queried, seeking some 
parameters to work with.

Penny grinned and said, "Some of each, maybe?"

I nodded and asked, "And what kind of things do you want to do with her 
tits? Bind them, stick sharp objects in them, clamp them, stretch them, 
suction the breasts and or the nipples,,,?"

"Oooh!" Penny said, squeezing her own budding mounds, "All of the above!"

"Okay," I replied, "but just so we're clear:  Another time, you'll be 
the one wearing the collar, Penny, and your mom will be your top, so be 
wise about what you choose to do to her."

To my surprise, that didn't faze Penny in the least. "I wasn't kidding 
when I said that I love that this turns her on, Dad. I just want to see 
what rings her chimes. I'm not out to hurt her."

I smiled, and said, "Good! Well, for maximum access, may I recommend a 
good old fashioned wrist suspension with leg cuffs to keep the legs open 
and the sensitive parts accessible? Or, if you prefer, you may suspend 
her by her ankles..."

I triggered the remote to lower a pair of chains bearing fleece-lined 
cuffs from the ceiling.

"If you'll be so good as to strap your slave in...?" I said with a wave 
of my hand.

Penny jerked upward on the leash, bringing Sarah to her feet. "Come on, 
Mommy slave! Time to play!"

Sarah, who had overheard our earlier exchange, seemed a little more calm 
about the situation.

"I think I want her upside down, Mr..., uh Dad." Penny said, eyeing the 
chains and cuffs.

"Easily done." I replied, "Just fasten those cuffs to her ankles. It's 
probably safer if she's lying down to begin."

Penny pulled down on the leash and when Sarah was a little slow to 
respond, smacked a nipple with the strap.

"Down, girl!" she commanded.

Sarah, still not sure she wanted to be hung up like a piece of meat, 
took her time about complying, and Penny turned to me and asked, "Do you 
have something a little more, um, persuasive than this leash, Dad?"

I pointed to the rack where the whips and punishment tools were hung.

"Stay, slave!" Penny told her mom, and I thought she was really getting 
into the role until she giggled.

Walking over to the wall, Penny fingered a couple of quirts and short 
whips, but settled on a riding crop. The flat fold of leather at its 
business end would sting, but it was unlikely to cut the skin, and could 
be used reasonably safely by a novice. I nodded to myself at Penny's choice.

Smacking the crop against her palm a couple of times, Penny smiled and 
walked back to where her Mom knelt, still not having complied with her 
mistress' earlier order.

Without a word, Penny struck her forehand, backhand, the crop jolting 
first her left breast then her right.

"AHH!" Sarah cried, clutching at the places where the crop struck.

"I gave you an order, slave!" Penny said, as menacingly as her 
wood-sprite's voice could manage, "On the floor, on your back! NOW!"

"P-Penny, please!" Sarah murmured, even as she complied.

SMACK! This one landed on the inside of her thigh, splattering the 
juices that had leaked from Sarah's pussy.

"Be still!" Penny ordered.

In short order, she had figured out the buckles on the cuffs and 
fastened them securely around her mother's ankles.  Soon she had Sarah's 
wrists secured to the floor chains, as well.

"Okay, Dad." she said, "let's raise her up!"

With a quiet whir, the winches in the ceiling pulled in the slack on the 
reluctant sub's ankle chains. Sarah gave a quiet sob as her legs, then 
her body were raised into the air, her legs forced apart by the chains. 
  I left her dangling with her face just about crotch level on Penny and 
took up the slack in her wrist chains.

Penny, like a kid on Christmas morning, couldn't resist playing with her 
new toy.

"Ooohh, Mommy slave!" she cooed, "You look SOOO delicious all spread out 
like that!"

With loving hands, she caressed her mother's inner thighs, then slipped 
her hands down Sarah's buttocks and abdomen, simply enjoying the feel of 
the helpless woman's trembling flesh.

"Before we go any further," I said, "I think a small demonstration is in 
order.  I promised you ten lashes with a cat if you use your safeword, 
but it's hard for you to know what that really means until you've 
experienced it.  I'm going to give you three lashes now, so that you'll 
know what you're facing, okay?"

Sarah gulped and nodded slightly, her hair brushing the padding on the 
floor.

I went to the wall and selected one of the lighter cats, made from soft 
nylon cord instead of the oiled, knotted leather I use for punishing 
experienced subs.

"Stand here, Penny," I instructed, "and watch, but don't interfere. 
Ready, Sarah?"

"I guess so." she mumbled.

She wasn't, of course. No one who hasn't experienced the lash can be 
prepared for the fire even a light whip sets on one's flesh.

Sarah shrieked as the fire blossomed on her back. Penny's hand flew to 
her mouth. She wasn't ready for this either.

The second blow brought another cry from Sarah, and had Penny tugging at 
my arm.

"Stop, Mr. Brenneman!" Penny cried, "Please stop!"

I gently disengaged her hands and said, "Watch, Penny, and learn.  This 
is very painful, but it's not causing her injury, and you're about to 
learn something important, okay?"

Penny reluctantly nodded and let go of me as her mother sobbed, hanging 
from the chains.

The final blow landed between Sarah's thighs, and as her agonized shriek 
filled the dungeon, her pelvis jerked and her cries quickly changed 
tone. A powerful orgasm ripped through her body, and Penny stared in shock.

"She came!" Penny exclaimed. "You hurt her and she came! Why did that 
happen?"

"Some people's bodies and minds feel pain differently than the rest of 
us." I said. "Your mother has the unique ability to translate pain into 
ecstasy.  That's not to say it doesn't hurt her. It does.  But somehow 
the wiring gets crossed, and that pain translates into exquisite 
pleasure for her."

Penny knelt by her mother's face and asked in wonder, "Is that true, Mom?"

"Apparently so, baby!" Sarah gave kind of a choking laugh, "Maybe all 
these years I've been making myself miserable because I enjoy it!"

"It doesn't really work that way, Sarah." I said, "It's physical pain 
that gives you pleasure. The other stuff is just the everyday mistakes 
we all make in trying to figure out how to live our daily lives."

Penny apparently wanted further evidence. Her slender hand found her 
mother's pussy, and three fingers sank easily into its depths.

"Oooohhh! You are SO wet, Mommy slave!" Penny cooed, adding her little 
finger to those already plumbing the swampy cavern. "You just LOVE being 
my little sex toy, don't you?"

"Mmmm!" Sarah moaned, "Oh yes, Mistress Penny!"

When Penny's thumb, rolled up in the spear of her fingers, slipped 
through the opening, Sarah's hips jerked, and she came again!

"Look, Dad!" Penny cried, "I've got my whole hand in her pussy!"

I nodded, "That's called 'fisting'. While you're there, try spreading 
your fingers out and crab-walking them around the inside..."

Penny's nails were trimmed short, though they had shallow little points 
at the tips. Sarah cried out and came again as those points poked at the 
inside of her vagina. I could see the little bumps in her abdomen as 
Penny's fingertips pressed outward.

"Oh my God!" Penny exclaimed seeing her mother's reaction, "She's really 
into this!"

"Such a GOOD slut!" Penny purred to her mom, using her other hand to 
squeeze a nipple. "You make such a wonderful hand puppet!"

"Mmm-hmm." I nodded, "Want to crank it up a bit? Try making a fist, like 
you do in Karate class. Now, punch!"

Sarah shrieked as her daughter's bony knuckles crashed into her cervix, 
and seized up, cumming hard!

"OhmyGOD! PENNEEEEEE!" the suspended woman cried as she came.

"Now, three or four times, quickly!" I said.

Sarah thrashed and wailed and came under the brutal assault, nearly 
wrenching Penny's arm from it's socket.

"You're killing me!" Sarah wailed. "...SOOOO wonderful!"

"Oooh, Mommy Slave," Penny cooed, watching her mother's reaction, "I 
think I've found a new way to practice my Karate!"

"NNNNNGGGGGHHH!" Was the older woman's reply as yet another spasm took over.

"Okay, Penny!" I said, "She may be enjoying it, but remember, she's 
already had Caesar pounding away in there and we don't want to injure 
her!  Since she can't help herself, you have to be responsible for her 
safety."

Perversely, Penny kept her fist clenched tight as she pulled it from her 
mother's vagina. Her little fist was nowhere near as big as Caesar's 
knot, but it was still a pretty good stretch!  Sarah moaned and came again.

"Dad," Penny said, studying her mother's body, "Can we raise her up 
some? I want to play with her tits a little."

With the remote, I did as she requested, until Sarah's breasts were 
about eye level to her. Penny licked and sucked at them for a few 
moments, then turned to the tray of instruments I had laid out on the 
table next to her.  From the alcohol bath, she picked up a long, 
straight pin.

Approaching the suspended body of her slave, she showed it to her.

"I know how sensitive those nipples of yours are, Mommy Slave." She 
teased. "After all, I inherited mine from you.  This is going to hurt a 
lot, and I want you to cum for me when I stick this in, okay, slut?"

"Oh no!" Sarah cried.

"Oh yes!" Her daughter replied.

Penny poked the sharp end of the pin at the center of Sarah's nipple. 
It sank inward about a quarter inch, and stopped.  No matter what else 
she did, the breast merely deformed and the pin would not go in any 
deeper.  It's easy to misjudge the toughness of nipple flesh when it 
looks so delicate, but keep in mind that it's designed to survive months 
of sucking, teething baby mouths.

"Is there a way to get this to go in more?" she asked me, over Sarah's 
moans.

"Let's try this." I said, taking several tight turns around the base of 
the breast with soft, supple nylon rope, until the remaining globe stood 
out from Sarah's body like a balloon.  With most of the slack taken out 
of the flesh, and the remainder stretched somewhat, this time when Penny 
pushed on the pin, it sank about an inch into Sarah's tender breast!

Sarah cried out and came again!

"Penny! My God, Penny!" she cried, "What are you DOING to me?"

Penny, on impulse bent down and kissed her deeply.

"Do you like it, Mommy Slave?" she asked.

"I LOVE it, baby!" Sarah gasped, as her daughter rotated the end of the 
pin with her finger, "but I hate myself for loving it!"

"Don't do that, Mom!" Sarah continued playing with the exposed end of 
the pin, "You are the sexiest woman alive, and you have no idea how GOOD 
it makes me feel when you cum for me! Now hold still, and I'll do the 
other one!"

This time, Penny bound her Mother's breast first, as I had done the 
other.  She placed the sharp tip of the pin in the tiny indentation at 
the center of the flattened nipple, then fed her own small tit to her 
mother.

"Suck on it Mommy slave!" Penny hissed, and when she felt her mother's 
mouth engulf her breast, she gave the needle a hard shove.

Sarah's scream was muffled by Penny's little tit, and Penny gave a 
scream of her own when her mother bit down on her tender nipple!

"BAD Mommy slave!" she scolded, smacking Sarah hard on the pussy with 
her open palm.

Penny backed away and checked for blood on her breast, but found only 
the indentations of her mother's teeth.

"You do NOT have permission to bite me, slave!" Penny lectured.  She 
took the riding crop and delivered four hard smacks to her mother's 
pussy.  The last one landed square on her clit and sent Sarah crashing 
through another orgasm.

"A question, Mistress Penny," I said, "if I may..."

"Uh, huh."

"Is it punishment if your slave enjoys it?" I asked.

Penny didn't even stop to consider. "Of course not.  But she wanted to 
be whipped, and I love the way she cums when I do that.  Mommy slave and 
I understand each other, don't we?"

"More than I ever knew, Mistress Penny!" Sarah gasped, recovering from 
her climax.

"How would you like a nice, deep, hard fuck, slut?" Penny asked, 
twirling the ends of the pins in Sarah's breasts. "You want your 
daughter to ravish you, don't you Mommy Slave?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Sarah gasped. "Anything you want to do to your slave, 
Mistress! Please, GOD, FUCK ME!"

Penny, smiling, turned back to me. "I want to fuck my slave now, Dad. 
Can we tie her on her hands and knees?"

"Even better..." I replied, indicating the low stocks that would capture 
Sarah's neck and wrists, leaving the rest of her body in the doggy 
position. "Do you want to use a strapon or a handheld, or would you like 
to watch as a machine fucks her?"

"Strapon?" She asked. "What's that?"

I brought out the smallest harness I had and helped Penny put it on, 
adjusting it for her slender hips.

"Pick any dildo from that drawer there..."

Penny looked them over and selected a long, slender model that wouldn't 
stretch an orifice much, but would penetrate VERY deeply.

"Since her pussy needs a rest," she said, "let's try this one..."

I showed her how to attach it to the harness, then selected a smaller 
one for her pussy that I slid through the harness and snapped into 
place.  "See? Strap - on.  Strapon.  Otherwise known as a strapon dildo."

"Oh, it's like what Mom fucked me with that first time! I like it!" 
Penny cried, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "I think this will 
do just fine, don't you Mommy Slut?"

Sarah's eye's went wide when she saw what Penny was wearing as we 
released her from the chains and moved her to the stocks.

"Oh, no, Penny!" she cried, "That's way too big! You'll rupture my poor 
pussy! Please don't fuck me with that!"

Penny found the riding crop where she had left it, and punished her 
mother's buttocks as I fastened her into the stocks.

"That's MISTRESS Penny, slave!" She scolded. "You WILL learn to address 
me properly, and I WILL fuck you with anything I want!"

"Yes, Mistress Penny!" Sarah sobbed. "Of course, you're right, Mistress 
Penny!"

I gave Penny a jar of lubricant and told her to be generous. She 
confirmed my suspicions when, after lubing the rubber shaft, she applied 
a healthy dollop to her mother's asshole and worked it in with two fingers.

"Oh no, Mistress!" Sarah wailed. "Please, not there?! Please?"

"Hush, Mommy Slave!" Penny commanded, smacking her on the buttock for 
emphasis. "You know you've been dying for a good, hard, ass fuck, and I 
know you want your daughter to be the one to ream you, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Penny." Sarah cried. "God help me, but I do!"

"Then you need to ask me nicely, Mommy Slut." Penny giggled.

"Please, Mistress Penny," Sarah wailed, "Please rape your mother's ass! 
Please fuck me like the slut I am!"

The slender teen was a picture of concentration as she slowly forced the 
bulbous tip of the artificial phallus into her mother's butt. Sarah gave 
a whimper as it slipped through her sphincter, but tilted her pelvis to 
give Penny a better angle for the penetration.  Penny gave her only a 
short respite from the stretching of her sphincter before gliding the 
entire shaft deep into her mother's bowels.

Sarah moaned loudly as she felt things shifting around inside, and Penny 
used it as an excuse to invite me to play.

"Will you stick that big cock of yours in her mouth and shut her up, 
please Dad!" Penny asked, giggling again. "All that noise is distracting 
me!"

In the beginning, Penny's giggles had been born of nervousness.  Now she 
was giggling to emphasize the age difference between her and her slave. 
  I don't know if it was instinctive or deliberate, but the effect on 
Sarah's psyche was obvious.  She was torn between her enjoyment of her 
daughter's abuse and her duty as a parent, and the raging conflict 
translated into a very hungry libido!

Nothing loathe, I presented my dripping erection to Sarah's mouth and 
she sucked it in like the nipple of a baby bottle.

"Don't be so nice, Dad!" Penny scolded. "She's a slut and needs to be 
treated like one. Fuck her head!"

I smiled at the way Penny had adapted to her role, partly due to the 
fact that Sarah embraced hers so thoroughly. Sarah gagged and heaved as 
my cock slid down her throat, but came again at the realization that she 
was now fully impaled at both ends.

Lying over her helpless parent's back, Penny kissed the back of her 
shoulders and whispered, "My turn to screw you, Mommy Slave.  How does 
my big cock feel buried in your butt? You love it, don't you, you 
naughty Mommy!?"

Penny swiveled her hips for emphasis, swirling the end of the phallus 
around in her mother's lower belly, sweeping other organs and folds of 
intestine out of the way to make room for it.

"Yes!" Sarah cried as I withdrew momentarily, tilting her pelvis to give 
her daughter even better access. "I'm a godforsaken slut, Mistress 
Penny, but I love having your big cock deep inside me, and I adore the 
sweet warm pressure of your lovely breasts on my back! Please sodomize 
me, baby! Possess your Mommy Slave completely!"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Penny giggled, withdrawing several inches 
of the phallus, then slamming it back in, full length.

"Don't cum, Mommy Slave!" The young teen warned. "I'll tell you  when 
you can cum, but don't you dare cum until then!"

Penny's pelvis slapped rapidly against her mother's buttocks, each slap 
followed closely by an impassioned grunt from her slave.

"You look absolutely lovely from this position mother." Penny crooned, 
slowing her thrusts and allowing Sarah to savor the sliding in and out 
of the plastic phallus. "No wonder those dogs like screwing you this 
way.  I love the way your butt just opens up to swallow my dick, then 
clings to it like you don't want to let it go! You have got to be the 
sexiest Mommy Slave in the world!"

Sarah practically purred at the praise, swiveling her own hips to 
increase the sensation for both of them.

Slowly, the speed of their collisions increased until, once again, 
Penny's hips bounced off the spongy flesh of her mother's buttocks.  On 
and on, faster and faster they crashed together.

I was slamming into her face almost as hard as Penny slammed her butt, 
but when the sounds she was making changed, I withdrew again to let her 
breathe.

"Please Mistress," Sarah gasped, "may I cum? Please?"

"Soon, baby." Penny soothed, "Very soon..."

The lithe young blonde lay once more on her mother's back, but this 
time, her long, graceful fingers reached around and grasped her mother's 
turgid nipples, with the pins still embedded.  Squeezing them tightly 
Penny used the stretched nipples to pull herself forcefully into her 
mother's willing ass.  Still pressing her young breasts into Sarah's 
back, and using her tits for leverage, Penny rose onto her toes and 
began slamming hard and fast into the older woman's colon.

My rigid rod, too, was sliding in and out of Sarah's mouth, her gag 
reflex a thing of the past, and she moaned around my shaft as though in 
ecstasy.  She couldn't move back and forth much, but she twisted her 
head as I stroked in and out, corkscrewing up and down my pole.

Her pelvis barely visible, it moved so fast, Penny whispered into her 
mother's ear. "Now, Mommy Slave! Cum for Mistress Penny!"

As Penny drove hard into her bowels one final time, she released one 
nipple and grasped, instead, the slippery nubbin of Sarah's clit, 
squeezing and yanking as she had with the nipples.  Sarah shrieked to 
high heaven and went rigid, her legs straightening and holding her 
daughter aloft for several long seconds, as Penny mauled her nipple and 
clit, and writhed around on the end of the buried phallus, her own 
orgasm gripping her in its throes.

My ejaculation, triggered as much by the sheer eroticism of Penny's 
mastery over her mother as by the physical sensations, blasted down the 
young mother's throat!

Finally, Sarah's legs lost their stiffness, collapsing back to the 
padded floor of the dungeon.  Penny, unable to hold on, bounced once and 
fell to the side, ripping the dildo from her mother's ass as she fell. 
Sarah, held on her knees by the stocks, when I withdrew from her mouth, 
panted and heaved as though she had just completed a marathon.  Her 
daughter lay completely boneless beside her, muttering "Wow!" repeatedly.

I waited to see what would happen, my own rigid shaft slowly wilting in 
the aftermath of the drama of the mother/daughter coupling I had just 
facilitated.  Weakly, Penny struggled to her own hands and knees and 
made her way to the stocks, releasing the catch with trembling hands and 
pulling apart the two halves.

"Are you all right, Mother?" She asked solicitously. "I didn't hurt you 
did I?"

Sarah managed a tired smile. "Of course you hurt me, dear. That's what 
was so hellishly delicious about it, but you didn't injure me, so don't 
worry sweetheart."

Penny fell upon her mother and the two rolled together, kissing 
passionately, not to rekindle the sex, but simply to share their love 
with each other.

I left them there and went up to the kitchen to prepare a late night 
snack of steak and eggs and steamed rice.  I had just finished setting 
the food on the table when the two naked ladies, freshly showered, came 
sniffing into the kitchen like a pair of hounds on a scent.

Little was said, beyond the usual "Please pass the..." until both plates 
were clean.  Not having had the workout they had, I satisfied myself 
with a single egg on buttered toast.

Sarah was first to push her plate away with a sated sigh.

"Every time I'm with you, Mike," she said pensively, "I wind up on this 
enormous, twisting emotional roller coaster.  At times I think you're a 
demon from hell, and at others, the smartest, most insightful man on the 
planet.  I don't think anyone would mistake you for an angel, but 
damnit, every time we leave here, somehow, through all the turmoil, 
Penny and I are closer than we've ever been before.  For that, I will 
always love you."

There was moisture glistening in her eyes as she gazed at me, and I 
didn't know quite how to react. I mean, in my own way, I had come to 
love both of these two lovely ladies, but I wasn't sure what kind of 
love Sarah was expressing here.

Penny apparently did, because she broke the silence with, "Well, kiss 
her, dummy!"

I did, and she responded with at least as much passion as she had when 
she kissed Penny earlier.  When we finally came up for air, I turned to 
Penny and said, "I thought we agreed that you would be calling me 'Dad,' 
not 'dummy.'"

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