Charlotte was shuddering still. The naked mother of two and sexy widow could only lay there, dazed as the pleasure still lingered, her cunt still twitching, her fluids now staining the bed sheets.
'Oh god,' Charlotte thought, cheeks red with shame. Part of her was glad that her deceased husband Derek would never have to know about this horrific shame... never have to know about what her and Sky were going through.
"Not bad, Mama. You come like a pro. You really are the slut I was hoping you would be," J murmured. "Now here's the big question. Who wants to take cock first?" The masked intruder looked at Charlotte's stricken face and then her daughter's.
"Please... fuck me," Charlotte croaked. She would do anything to spare her daughter. Of course, that was exactly what her captors had been hoping for.
"Nah. I don't think so. I prefer my sluts a little less eager," J added. "Sluts like this young pussy right HERE," J continued. Now, reaching out, he ran his fingers gently over Skylar's nipples, making the girl shiver before he reached down to cup her bare pussy.
"No, please don't rape me," Skylar whimpered.
"Please you monsters, I said you could fuck me! Please fuck me!" Charlotte growled.
Ben and J exchanged another look of understanding.
"It seems these bitches don't understand the importance of calling us by our proper titles," Ben rumbled. "We're your 'Masters,' and yet you two sluts keep forgetting your place. Let's remedy that once and for all."
Ben nodded at J. "Let's put this cutie beside her mother on the bed. I've got an idea."
Skylar struggled, but her exertions were futile as the two muscular men forced her onto the bed and cuffed her wrists to the headboard face-up much like her mother's. Then the two men tied each woman's ankles wide apart, securing the women's nearer ankles to each other and their further ankles to the two bedposts.
"Now, let's see if we can discipline these pussies so they remember their betters."
"Please Masters, we're sorry. We'll do better," Charlotte insisted.
"Y-yes, I'm sorry, Masters. I won't forget again!" Skylar babbled. But it was clearly too late to avoid the men's wrath. J drew out a long leather riding crop. The end of the leather instrument flared outward with a more or less flat surface, but that surface wasn't smooth - it was cruelly studded with tiny bumps.
"Now where were we? Oh yes - teaching two worthless PUSSIES their PLACE."
J let the crop drift down each woman's belly, teasing each of them so that they had to guess when the first blow would land. He watched the fear that gripped the mother and daughter's faces. He reveled in their sense of helplessness as their eyes remained fixed on the awful device in his hand.
"Let's start with the young bitch first. She seems to be a slower learner," Ben suggested.
SMACK! J brought the crop down hard on Skylar's poor pussy. Skylar squealed and writhed in her bonds as the shock of sensation tore through her body. Another smack and another cry tore through the room. This seemed to go on forever. SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!! Again and again, the cruel head of the crop came down with a whistling arc to pound the soft, yielding flesh of Skylar's cunt. Again and again Skylar's shrieks sailed through the bedroom.
Meanwhile, Charlotte was desperate to save her daughter from the pain.
"STOP!!! PLEASE STOP you MONSTERS!" A string of expletives followed, the mother's anger at seeing her daughter tormented now overriding good sense or reason.
"Time to gag this dumb bitch. Looks like I was wrong - she'll need to learn her place too, and if anything has even more to learn than her young bitch daughter," Ben growled. He retrieved a bright red ball-gag with a cock-shaped prong from the duffel bag and proceeded to shove it into Charlotte's mouth. The mother's protests were soon reduced to impotent muffles. Ben made sure the straps were fixed tight, so tight that Charlotte's jaw would soon feel the strain, and that cock shoved down her throat made it impossible to breathe except through her nose. Still gasping, writhing in her bonds, Charlotte tried to bellow her outrage at the men who were tormenting her little girl.
Meanwhile, J's hand was just warming up. He was slamming that crop into Skylar's tenderized young pussy as if his entire goal in life was to smash those soft folds into pulpy bits.
"AAAAYYYY!!! MASTERS please forgive me! MASTERS, I'll be good. I won't forget to call each of you MASTER again! PLEAAAASEE!!!! AAAAAYYYYY! OH GOD!"
Skylar's cries at last died down as J stayed his hand. He looked down at his panting captive. Skylar's beseeching eyes were beyond desperate now.
"Do you understand what you are, bitch? That you're just fresh pussy? That what you want doesn't matter? Do you understand your PLACE?"
Skylar quickly nodded. "Yes Master, I understand that now. Please, I won't forget it, Master, I swear."
J nodded slowly. "Good girl. I think that deserves a prize." He handed the crop to Ben. "Why don't you educate Mama while I give this sweet girl a reward for her compliance."
Ben gleefully took hold of the crop and began wailing on the mother's recently sated sex. Soon Charlotte's muffled cries of torment sailed through the bedroom. In a strange juxtaposition right beside her, though, Skylar had a far different experience. She lay there in shock as J knelt at the foot of the bed and began to lap softly at the pussy he'd just brutalized. His tongue lapped ever so gently and tenderly on her swollen and now quite sore cunt lips and clitoris. Skylar felt J nibbling and sucking on her with a tender care that appalled her.
'No! This can't be happening!!' the young woman thought to herself, hating her betraying body as her cunt, despite the sensitivity and in some ways because of the sensitivity from the brutal lashing with the crop, now became hyper-attuned to every deft flick of J's tongue. Soon he had his fingers inside her too, just as he had her mother's. Soon he was sending those fingers deeper and deeper inside her, exploring her, fucking her with them, feeling the slow slickening of her vaginal depths as her clitoris yielded to the caresses of his tongue and the deft grazing of his teeth.
With Skylar's eyes heavy-lidded from growing lust and feminine instinct, Ben now forced the mother's head sideways to watch her daughter's predicament. He slammed the crop against Charlotte's bare pussy again and watched with satisfaction as the woman's entire body shook from the blow, a muffled bellow of pain shooting past the gag.
"You see your daughter learning now, bitch? To please us is to know pleasure. To resist is to know pain. Now, have you had enough yet, bitch? Are you willing to play nice?"
Frantically if sullenly, Charlotte nodded. Ben proceeded to lean down and unfasten the gag, letting it dangle beneath the beautiful woman's chin.
"Good. Once my partner's done with his cunt-licking feast, I'm going to rape that young pussy. That's right. Now here's what I want you to do, bitch. Beg for me to fuck your sweet daughter. Let me hear it."
Charlotte hated herself for letting the words tumble from her lips, but she knew there was no use resisting anymore. It would only bring more pain, and after all was said and done these two vile men would still do whatever they wanted to do to poor Sky anyway.
"Please Master, fuck my daughter."
SLAP.
"Say it with FEELING, bitch. Don't be so half-hearted."
Ben waited expectantly for Charlotte to try again.
"Please, fuck my sweet daughter, Master. Please fuck her hard!" she chirped.
A grin spread behind Ben's ski mask. "That's more like it, whore. For a big-shot celebratory author, you're not such a quick learner, but you're finally getting there. Now while we wait for my partner to make your little bitch CUM, I think I know how we can pass the time." Saying this, Ben knelt between Charlotte's legs and lanced her cunt with one easy thrust, swift and sure. Charlotte's eyes bulged as she felt a wave of awful friction from the man's pelvis smacking against her now over-sensitive, brutalized flesh. His cock flew deep inside her, and then he was fucking her, slamming his manhood in and out of her with a steady cadence.
"Ahhh! Fuck, you're still awfully tight for a big-titted whore who's given birth to two brats. Damn, Mama, you're one hot pussy. Now grip my cock. Make it good for me, bitch." Gripping her by the shoulders, Ben now hammered between her legs, his cock driving into Charlotte's cunt as if it belonged nowhere else.
"Oh god! Master, fuck me," Charlotte gasped, finally catching on that her only hope was to cooperate, flatter their vanity, and submit to the dominant instincts of their captors. With her hands clenched around the headboard for leverage, the sexy MILF rolled her hips downward, her snatch meeting each and every fuck, sheathing that cock inside her with the very limited wiggle-room that the cuffs and ropes binding her allowed. She looked down and made sure to help impale her sex on Ben's cock with each and every thrust, groaning as he took her.
"Damn, bitch, you're finally understanding. Look at you, fucking like a big-time author, all right, showing me what a secret SLUT you really are," he jeered. His hands gripped her shoulders more firmly now, pulling her onto his cock as their bodies smacked together, as his cock found itself coated in her cunt's juices more and more.
