While Brenda Cummings suffered a sleepless night bound to a hard rack at the city jail, Hal Peterson languished in a king-size bed with her nine-year-old daughter, Cathy. When Brenda had a twelve-inch monster cock splitting her ass, Cathy had Hal's eight-inch cock nestled between her twin moons, giving it a squeeze with her tiny sphincter whenever it went all the way in. When her mother gagged on the cum from a drunk driver, Brenda nursed on sperm from a principal's penis. Such were the fortunes and misfortunes of two people who were once in love.
Hal had to admit that he did love Brenda at one time. Had she been willing to accept his penchant for young girls and been willing to share her daughter with him, they could have tried marriage. She was extremely tolerant of his inappropriate attentions toward Cathy, and she ignored a great deal, but the night she rolled over and reached for his cock, only to find it buried in her daughter's vagina, she freaked.
She didn't freak right away, though. Oddly, she allowed them to continue, even keeping her hand at the point of entry, using her fingers to follow the entry and exit of Hal's cock as it fucked her little girl. Even after he came in the child, she permitted them to sleep, joined at the genitals all night, waking frequently throughout the night to see if they were still connected.
This is what gave Hal hope that she could accept the situation, but the morning brought a total reversal of her attitude in a screaming, ranting, threatening tirade that ended their relationship. She and Cathy moved out. Ironically, Estelle Greyson and her twisted desires brought them back together under a new order.
Hal thought about Brenda, and knew she was suffering a terrible ordeal at the hands of Chief Evans and his crew. He regretted passing along Cathy's wishes that her mother be bound naked to a bed in a cell with men, and strapped regularly. He even told Evans to beat her between the legs, just as Cathy wanted. They weren't her ideas, though. Hal knew quite well that he put those ideas in her head at a time when she was aroused and feeling frisky and playful. He felt badly about adding to Brenda's misfortune, and resolved to intercede on her behalf, just not right away.
Saturday was a day set aside for Cathy. She awoke missing her mother. Hal told her they'd pay her a visit but warned her that she wouldn't see a pretty picture. Cathy said, "I wish I didn't say those things, now. Are they really doing everything I said to do?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so. It's been three days, now. Maybe we can get them to stop some things, but she'll still need to be punished. You still want her to change, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, but can't we change her?"
"I already tried, sweetheart. Only something this strong and scary could change her and make her want to share me with you and let you be boss over her. You do still want to be her boss, don't you?"
Cathy smiled mischievously and nodded, saying, "Will she really have to do whatever I say?"
"That's right."
"Even if I tell her to kiss my pussy."
"Absolutely. If she doesn't do it, and do it good, she'll have to return to jail for more punishment, and she'll know that."
"Maybe we should just leave her alone then, because I do want that, for sure. If this will teach her a lesson, let's let them teach it."
"I'll leave that entirely up to you, sweetheart. You visit with her and then decide, okay? Promise me one thing, though. Don't go showing her any sympathy, or that will ruin everything. When you see her, you need to let her know who's boss. You might feel like crying for her, because she looks so pitiful, but if you do, or even look sad, she'll know you could never be her boss. Understand?"
"I think so. I need to look tough, huh?"
"Right, but that's not all, you need to show her that you are a woman, now, and you can decide for yourself what to do with your body."
"Yeah, she needs to learn that most of all. I'd like to squat on her face while you fuck my butt. That would show her, huh?"
"Yes, especially if you started peeing in her face."
Cathy giggled and added, "Right, and after you shoot your stuff up my butt hole, you could pull out and I'll poop it in her mouth."
"Now you're getting nasty. Come on. Let's get a move on."
Hal called down to the station and arranged the visit with the chief. He told the chief what he had in mind, and wanted Brenda set up to receive her visitors. The chief said he'd have her ready. When they arrived at the station, Chief Evans greeted them on entering. He picked Cathy up and held her with both hands under her dress cupping her naked ass cheeks, saying, "Remember me, kid?"
"Yeah, you took me to Hal's house."
The Chief set her down and said, "That's right. How's that cute little pussy of yours doing?" Giving Hal a wink he added, "Sore, I'll bet."
Cathy lifted her dress to show him, saying, "It's not too sore, wanna feel?"
Hal pushed her skirt down, smiled at the Chief and said, "Somehow, I gotta break her of that habit."
"I don't know, I wish more girls had that habit. Well, I guess you want to see Mommy, right? Follow me."
Hal and Cathy followed the Chief into the area of cells. The cells were all empty except for the biggest one which held four rough and dirty looking men. On a cot against the side wall of bars was a naked woman, bound with her legs pulled back, her ankles tied to the head rail of the bed. Her arms were tied to each side rail. She looked terribly uncomfortable and her fair skin was marked with angry red weals, especially between her legs and over her tits.
Cathy halted in her tracks on seeing the sight. She brought her hand over her mouth to avoid making a sound and appeared ready to cry. Hal pulled her back out of sight before Brenda saw her. He whispered, "Now, Cindy, you promised to be strong and tough. You don't look like too much of either."
"Oh, Hal, she looks so awful. Did you see those red marks?"
"She needs those marks to change. You still want her to change, right?"
"Well, yeah. I guess."
"Then she will need those and many more. You can stop them if you want, but she won't change if you do. It's up to you, dear."
"I'm alright. Let's go see her. Can we go in the cell with her?"
"No, it will be better if she sees you from behind bars. That will work on her mind. Come on."
The two went in and walked to the side where Brenda's bunk was. Cathy paused as they rounded the foot of the bed. They saw her open and red pussy. The position they had her tied in left her ass up and totally vulnerable. The men had obviously taken many liberties in her two nether holes, as wet and dry semen caked her ass and ran down her back to wet the bed with a big puddle. Both her anus and vagina gaped open obscenely. They moved on and stopped near her head.
Brenda caught movement in her peripheral vision, then slowly rolled her head to see who was there. When her eyes fell on her daughter, her head popped up with surprise and alarm, saying, "Cathy! Cathy darling! What are you doing here? Oh, thank God you're safe."
Her eyes fell on Hal. "You bastard. I just knew you had to be behind this. You fucking perverted bastard, child molesting son-of-a-bitch!"
Cathy yelled, "Mom, you stop talking to Hal that way. Hal's been real nice to me."
"Oh, I'll just bet he's been nice. How was she, Hal? You've been fucking her for three god damn days. Your dick must be raw."
Hal calmly said, "My what a pottie mouth we have now. Jail isn't a healthy environment for you. You're picking up bad habits." Hal made a facial gesture to her crotch and added, "And god knows what else."
Brenda seemed to realize her position for the first time and groaned, saying, "Hal, how could you bring her in here and let her see me this way? Isn't there a shred of decency in you?"
"She wanted to see her mommy. What could I do?"
Just then one of the inmates, a huge black, swaggered over to the cot and said, "Is this your kid, bitch?"
Cathy angrily shouted, "Don't you call my mom a bitch, you nigger!"
Hal took Cathy aside and chastised her quietly. When she looked up, the man had dropped his pants and fisted his monster cock at Cathy, saying, "Nigger am I. This nigger has been fucking your bitch mother for three days. She don't call me nigger. She calls me stud. Wanna see me make her cry 'Fuck me, nigger.'"
Cathy looked to Hal, then to her mother's pleading eyes, walked up to the bars, and said, "Yeah, I dare you. She'll never cry 'Fuck me nigger', not my Mom. Go ahead, I'd like to see you try."
The man grinned and knelt on the bed. Brenda cried, "Oh, Cathy, no. Please don't say anything to him." To the man getting ready to impale her, she said, "Please don't do this. Not in front of my child. I'm begging yo ... Ahhh ... Uhhh."
Cathy had her face tight to the bars just two feet from the point of entry. She eagerly watched the big black truncheon slide between the lips of her mother's abused pussy hole. The sight had an electrifying impact on the girl. She intently watched every inch of that mighty cock sink into her mother's defenseless pussy, then swooned when his big black balls smacked her ass.
Brenda kept an eye on her daughter, afraid the sight would traumatize her. She was shocked to see the expression of interest and delight registered there. Cathy's eyes were riveted to her stretched vagina, and she had the look of a girl about to cry out, "Fuck her harder."
As always, once she adjusted to his size, his cock made Brenda's head swim. He hit spots deep inside that turned on her animal lust. Suddenly, having her daughter watching was a huge turnon for her. Knowing that Hal was screwing her daughter turned her on as well. Her mind replayed the night she fondled their crotches while they screwed and played with herself all night long, of the many times she reached between their legs during the night to assure herself that he was still inside her daughter, gathering their fuck juices to bring to her nose and mouth. She thought of the many nights she laid in bed, alone, frigging herself to the memory of that night, and the many nights she kicked herself for ending the exciting illicit relationship.
He soon had her thrashing her head about and moaning, "Oh, yes, fuck me. Fuck my cunt harder. God, you beautiful fucker. Fuck my horny pussy."
He pulled out. Brenda cried in dismay. He said, "Say, 'Fuck me, nigger.'"
"Oh, yes. Fuck me, nigger. Fuck me nigger! Fuck me in front of my daughter and her lover. Fuck me nigger! Fuck me hard."
The man got up and said, "You go fuck yourself, bitch. I'm tired of your nasty old cunt."
"NO! Please! Don't leave me like this! Finish me, I beg you!"
The man had his back to her and was walking away when he heard, "Hey, nigger. Is this pussy young enough for you?"
He stopped. The other three inmates were up and moving toward the cot. He turned to see the girl standing with her feet apart, her dress up to her waist, and her pussy thrust against the bars. Brenda saw the pussy up close, and the sight shook her back to near normal. She said, "Cathy, put your dress down this instant. Hal, do something."
Hal remained in the back, saying, "She's a big girl, now, Brenda. She decides what to do with her body, not me, and certainly not you."
Brenda turned her eyes on Cathy's bare vulva as the men crowded over her to look and feel. Cathy held her pussy up close for their fingers to enter. The big black got his large finger in her pie and she said, "You want to fuck my pussy, don't you?"
"Cathy, No!"
"Shut up, bitch. Yeah, I want to fuck it. So how are we gonna to do that. The man gonna let you in, cause he sho ain't lettin' me out."
Cathy, like a monkey, pulled herself up on the bars and got her feet on the bunk side rail for support. She pressed her cunt between two bars and said, "Go ahead. Stick it in. Fuck me through the bars."
The man knelt on the cot at Brenda's side and leaned over her, bringing the head of his dick to the lips of Cathy's sex. Brenda had the best view in the house and was reluctant to try and stop the act. She watched avidly as the big black knob pressed hard, indenting her child's pussy lips. Cathy wiggled her pelvis until her cunt lips flowed over the crown, then inch after inch slithered inside. Cathy grunted and grimaced, but got half of the cock in her pussy before she started fucking herself on the ebony rod. Brenda watched in awe as her daughter's vagina milked the black man's cock before her very eyes.
Cathy was fucking the cock like a wild vixen. She managed to turn the tables on the cocky stud. He was the one mouthing passionate declarations. "God damn, this is good pussy!" He came after a few minutes of her powerful and rapid humping. Semen squirted out from the tight edges of her cunt. When he pulled out, thick globs poured from her gaping cunny. Cathy climbed down and let her dress fall in place, smiling as the other three men tried to coax her back up on the bars.
Cathy knelt by her mother's head. Brenda turned her head to hear. Cathy said, "Mom, hang in there. You'll be out in ten days. Hal said he'd give you a job as our maid if you behave yourself."
Anger welled up in Brenda. She looked past Cathy to Hal and said, "You fucking bastard. You steal my kid, turn her into your whore, and you think I'll be your fucking maid. You go straight to hell, mister."
Hal took Cathy by the hand and said, "Come on, sweetheart. You shouldn't be exposed to such filthy language."
"Wait, no, don't go! Don't leave me. Hal, I'm sorry. Cathy! Cathy, I love you. Come back. Hal, please don't leave me here like this. I'll be your maid, I swear."
Hal kept Cathy moving, but as soon as they got out of sight, she spun in his grasp and excitedly said, "Hal, she changed. You heard her. She can go now!"
"No, Cathy. Those are just words. I'll know when she's really changed. The treatment is working, though. She will be good when she gets out. Come on. Let's leave this place. I find it depressing."
The following Saturday, they returned. Brenda was still on the cot, still bound as they'd left her. The huge black man had been released. There were just two cell mates, both looked like regular guys. Cathy remembered one from the last visit. When he saw Cathy, he immediately began trying to get her to show her pussy. Cathy ignored him and made straight for her mother. Brenda's eyes were glazed over, and she took a few seconds to register her daughter. A weak and feeble, "Cathy," emerged from her lips.
Cathy felt truly sorry for her mother. The child's heart went out to her, but after another week under Hal's tutelage, she was in control of her emotions, set on getting her mother changed. She said, "Hi Mom. Three more days and you get out."
Brenda turned pleading eyes to Hal and said, "Hal, for God's sake, you win. I swear, I'll never give you the slightest problem. I'll rim your ass while you fuck. I'll suck your cum from her ass. I'll be your maid. I'll do anything and never ever forget my place. Please, Hal, you must get me out of here. I can't last another day."
Hal was deeply touched and resolved to get her out. He said, "I'll see what I can do. You visit with Cathy for a while. I'll talk to Chief Evans." Hal left. Cathy said, "Did you mean what you said? Would you really suck his cum from my ass?"
"Yes, dear. I'll do anything he wants."
"What about if it's something I want. Suppose I want you to lick my pussy?"
"Cindy, has he corrupted you that badly?"
"Well, would you do it?"
"No, of course not. You're still my daughter, you know. I'm still your mother."
Cathy stood and said, "That's what I figured." She raised her dress above her waist, pressed her crotch between the bars beside her mother's face, and let loose a torrent of amber piss right in Brenda's face. The two inmates laughed uproariously as Brenda tried to avoid the stream. Cathy aimed the stream so that she couldn't. When the last bit dribbled out, Cathy stepped back, dropped her dress, and said, "You are not going anywhere until your time is up. You won't be going then if you still don't know who is boss."
Hal strode in and announced, "Brenda, you're a free woman. The Chief is bringing the keys."
Cathy met him at the corner and said, "No she's not. She's staying right where she is. Come on, Hal. I don't like this nasty place."
Brenda watched them turn Chief Evans around, then watched them all walk out. "NO! Cathy! Come back. Don't leave me. I'm sorry. You're the boss, sweetheart. You're the boss!"
Cathy and Hal returned three days later, the day Brenda was to be set free. This time, she was not bound to the cot, but she was still naked and she had a full cell with eight cell mates. The big black was back as well. He was the first to greet Cindy and the first to request some pussy. The men crowded Brenda out. Cathy shouted, "Let me talk to my mom or no one gets any pussy."
The men gave way and moved back to give mother and daughter some space. Brenda clung to the bars. Cathy drew near. "Hi Mom."
"Hello, Cathy. I'm ready to be good."
"Yeah, how good?"
"As good as you want me to be."
"Prove it. Get on your knees and lick my pussy in front of these men."
Brenda dropped to her knees with her hands clutching the bars. Cathy drew off her dress, her only covering. The men howled. She paraded up and down before the bars and came to stop before her mother, thrusting her crotch to the bars. Brenda immediately lunged at her daughter's slit with her extended tongue. The men were stunned and crowded around to watch.
Cathy let her lick for several minutes, then turned her ass to the bars and touched her toes, saying, "Now, lick my ass." Brenda licked. Cathy stood up and turned around, saying, "Now, suck each guy hard and guide his cock in my cunt." Brenda set to work. In this manner, each man screwed Cathy through the bars. "Now, lick the cum off my body, Mother." Brenda gave her daughter a tongue bath through the bars.
Cathy stepped back and said to Chief Evans, "Okay, I guess she's learned her lesson. Let her out." The Chief opened the cell, and Brenda walked out. She was not, however, free. In order to go free she had to sign over legal custody of Cathy to Hal. Furthermore, she had to sign a confession to the charges against her and accept the terms of her probation.
One of those terms did not permit her to leave the county. Another required her to make weekly return visits to the jail for what was called, counseling. A third required her to reimburse the county for her two week stay to the tune of two thousand dollars. The last made her a virtual indentured servant of Hal Peterson. If she left Hal, she went to jail.
Brenda was incensed by these conditions, but signed everything placed before her. She was whipped, body and spirit. Once outside the jail, Cathy hugged her and smiled broadly, saying, "Oh, Brenda, I missed you so much."
Hal also gave her a warm hug, saying, "That was rough on all of us, but we're together again as a family the way it should have been to begin with. I've missed you, Brenda."
Brenda didn't know what to make of this. Cathy, aside from calling her Brenda, seemed her old self again. Hal acted like they were going to resume their old relationship. When they got to the car, however, her place was clear. Cathy opened the back door for Brenda. Cathy climbed in the front and scooted up next to Hal. There was still plenty of room in the front. The back seat seemed awfully lonely.
When they got to Hal's apartment, Cathy quickly set Brenda straight on what was hers and what was Brenda's. Brenda's was easy, a cot at the foot of the master bed, and a trunk with her clothes. That was it. Everything else had been sold and placed in a college fund for Cathy.
Cathy went over Brenda's household chores and work schedule with her, leading her through the house and setting schedules for everything from washing of windows to the waxing of the banister. Brenda was having a difficult time accepting Cathy as her boss, but when Cathy set her down and went over the rules relating to discipline, Brenda almost lost her temper.
Hal watched from the den as Cathy said, "For minor screw-ups, you will get ten swats on your bare ass with a belt. I will decide what a minor screw-up is. Sometimes, I'll give you ten just because I think you need it, like right now. I don't like the way you're looking at me, so strip and get ready by standing with your feet wide apart, bend over, and touch your toes."
Brenda looked to Hal, but saw no reprieve there. Cathy warned, "You'd better do it or you go back to jail."
Brenda stood and began removing her clothes, anger and resentment building with each button she undid. She watched Cathy handling the belt she intended to use, folded double, swishing the air while she stripped. Once naked, Brenda assumed the position. Cathy got behind her mother and smiled at Hal. Hal smiled and nodded his approval.
The first whack jarred Brenda to her new reality. Cathy was playing for keeps. The cut stung like hell, as badly as any she received in jail. The second crossed the first to make an 'X' on her ass. The next two hit her upper thighs. Cathy was in no hurry, and let each stroke sink in.
Between strokes, she taunted Brenda with inflammatory words and crude fondling. She especially liked poking a finger up her ass, or plucking pubic hairs from her sensitive cunt lips. Brenda could stand the belt without breaking into tears, but when Cathy pulled a hair the tears flowed.
Cathy seemed immune to her tears. Several times, she walked around her to pinch a nipple or slap a hanging tit. For tit torture, Brenda had to stand erect and hold them up from the underside. Cathy liked slapping her mother's big titties and watching them wobble to a stop. She pinched a nipple using her nails to dig into the flesh. The ten strokes took half an hour to deliver. By that time, Brenda was properly cowed.
She returned to her seat but was not permitted to dress. Cathy continued, "If you break something cheap, you'll get ten on the titties--five on each. If you break something worth over two dollars, you get ten on the pussy with a belt. If you ever sass me you get twenty-five on the pussy with a thin cane. You'd better never sass me. If you ever fail to do what I tell you to do, it's twenty five on each tittie with a wire hanger. Do you understand, Brenda?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Good, now would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, thank you. I could use a drink."
Cathy smiled mischievously. Climbing onto the table, she pulled her skirt up to expose her pussy, then swung her legs out, saying, "Here, come get a drink."
Brenda looked at her in astonishment, then turned to Hal once again. Hal looked away. Brenda slowly moved her head between Cathy's thighs, bending her head and pressing her mouth to her daughter's pussy. Piss flowed almost at once, and Brenda sucked hard to gather it and swallow as fast as it flowed. When the flow stopped, Cathy said, "Now wipe me real good with your tongue." Brenda applied her tongue in long laps from anus to clit until Cathy pushed her away.
If she was cowed before, she was cowed and humiliated after that. Cathy looked down on her smugly and said, "That was pretty good, but you'll get better. I won't be pissing in the toilet anymore. Not with you around."
Surprisingly, Brenda made the adjustment rather quickly. Cathy's demands were never-ending, and her punishments were frequent and long-lasting. In short order, Cathy had her mother jumping and living to please her daughter's every whim. The best part for Brenda was when Cathy and Hal became intimate.
Brenda was always on hand for those moments, and though she was there solely to aid and service the two of them, it was the only intimacy and physical contact she had other than the belt. She applied herself diligently with hand or mouth, and by doing so with enthusiasm, won favor with both her masters.
She never got over her desire to feel their copulating genitals. Cathy demanded that she not only feel, but do the inserting, then her task was to keep her mouth busy on the fucking organs. Brenda truly loved doing this. Cathy's favorite position for watching TV was while sitting on Hal's cock, lying back against his chest, with her mother between his knees, licking his cock and her cunt. These sessions sometimes lasted for hours. None of Hal's sperm was ever wasted. It all ended up in Brenda's belly.
In time, Hal became tired of Cathy's dominant role and cruelty. He longed for the mature physical relationship he remembered. The love he once had for Brenda resurfaced. He began to see her as a woman of true strength and character, and he also began to appreciate her touch, warmth, and sensitivity.
One day, Hal took Cathy aside and told her she was dethroned and that Brenda was now her mother again. Cathy threw a fit, but Hal handled that readily by turning her over his knee and giving her the spanking she'd been needing for years. He moved her into her own room while Brenda was out shopping. When Brenda returned, Hal met her at the door with a kiss, a bunch of roses, and a bottle of champagne.
Brenda stood back in shock, her mouth open but no words coming out. Hal picked her up and carried her, the roses, and the champagne to their bedroom. The first thing she noticed was her cot and trunk were missing. Hal laid her on the bed, then joined her. He told her of his true feelings for her, promised that things would be different, told her the charges had been dropped, and swore she'd never suffer another mark while in his house. Brenda broke down and sobbed.
After they made love, Brenda went looking for Cathy. Brenda had a belt and a bladder about to burst. Hal let the two girls work out their differences. Cathy still shared their bed at times, but there was no mistaking who the woman of the house was. She was the one with the belt.
Brenda became the perfect mate for Hal. She never felt put out if he wanted Cathy instead of her. She continued to serve them with her mouth. She also knew all about his adventures at school and supported his extra-curricular screwing. Hal sometimes made a big score and would bring a young girl home to screw. She would watch, participate, or leave them alone, whatever pleased Hal.
Hal liked to bring the mother along with her daughter. Brenda enjoyed these sessions most of all. Her job was to play hostess to the mother, offering drinks, snacks, and making small talk with the distraught woman while they watched Hal having sex with the young girl. Very often, Hal wanted Brenda to join in or have sex with the child during an intermission. She participated readily and enthusiastically.
She particularly liked sitting next to the mother, totally naked, draping one leg across the mother's lap, while her kid ate Brenda's pussy, often with Hal fucking the kid in the ass or cunt. Adding to the mother's sensual torment was Brenda's specialty, and she knew just how to do it. By the time the woman left, her panties would be soaked and she'd look forward to a return visit.
[Read about Brenda's exploits with the mothers in "Motherly Love".]
Brenda and Hal got married and lived happily ever after. Cathy ran off with an AWOL sailor and ended up in jail for child abuse. Pity.
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