Generational Whores Pt 04

My name is Becca. I have worked as a whore all of my adult life. I am a genetic woman, my sister, Julie, is a beautiful sissy. She has also been a whore her entire adult life. No one meeting her would ever suspect what is really between her legs.

The other women in this story will be our mother, Linda, our Aunt Patti (or just Mistress), she is the Domme of the family. Also included will be our grandmother, Jane and our great aunt, Patricia (Aunt Patti was named in her honor).

This series is going to be about how the women in my family have been whores from one generation to the next. Understand that everyone is over 18 and willingly submitted to what happened.

Here is how the last chapter ended:

Mistress (our Aunt Patricia) decided that not only would my sister and I (Linda and Patti) become whores at her whore house, but we would become a special type of whore that she called a "scat queen."

To show us what she meant, Mistress had us crawl to the toilet and take her shit out and smear it all over our face and tits. It was embarrassing, but we did as she commanded. Then Mistress made us stand and she smeared shit on our bellies and asses.

In spite of how nasty it looked, I could not help but feel excited.

Mistress looked at us and said "Linda, you are just like your mother, you are a natural submissive. That is how I will train you. Patti, I can see you are a Domme. That is how you will be trained."

Mistress continued, "All of my girls have a specialty that clients pay extra for. Your mother (Jane) is both a pain slut and scat queen. I had always suspected you girls could be scat queens. I think I will have your mom train you for that."

"Linda, as a submissive, women will be shitting on you and Patti, as a Domme, you will be shitting on other women."

Mistress then got on her knees and let her talented tongue slide along our clits, getting us both off again. She took the leashes and led us to the shower and we all showered together. Mistress had to wash us, since we were still chained (remember there were short chains that were attached to our slave collars, that made it impossible for us to touch our stitched cunts).

Then Mistress dried off as we stood there dripping wet. Mistress led us into another room where there were 2 huge tubs already filled. She explained, "I had a few of my other slaves prepare this for you."

Mistress helped us into the tubs. The water was perfect, just the right temperature and scented with oils. My sister and I soaked for about a half hour and then Mistress came in and dried us off with warmed towels. It was perfect!

Mistress then said, Okay whores, time to learn your profession."

And now:

Mistress got dressed and spent the rest of the day showing us the massive brothel that she owned. Linda and I were led around by the leashes attached to our slave collars, and we were still naked. Mistress knew exactly what she was doing, in time we got accustomed to being naked in front of complete strangers.

Mistress explained to us, "All of the girls here called themselves 'whores or sluts,' which is fine. The clients expect us to use words like that, however, the girls know if they act like a whore or slut, I will either whip their pretty asses or fire them completely."

I was not certain what she meant so I asked, "Aren't we all whores Mistress?"

Mistress smiled, "That is a good question Patti, and the answer is a bit complicated."

She explained the difference, "A whore is cheap. She works to gets get her client to cum and then wants to get paid so she can move on to the next client. She is all about 'mass production,' and not quality of the service she provides."

"You see, we are prostitutes, or just prossies. That means we are 'professionals.' We take pride in how we serve our clients. We are paid, not by the orgasm, but by the time spent with each client. Most of the clients we have are up scale and usually buy us for the night. That means we can go slow, and help them orgasm as often as they want."

"With whores, they try to get their client to cum right away so they can move on to the next one. With us, we are professionals and go slow. We want to drain every drop of cum from clients' cocks or cunts, and leave them exhausted and satisfied."

Linda then said, "Respectfully Mistress, you talk like a sailor. You say cunt, instead of pussy or vagina, tits instead of breasts, shit instead of poop. Why is that?"

Mistress nodded, "Very observant Linda. It does seem like I have a foul mouth, and in the brothel, I do; because that is what clients like. Most clients want to hear use use such nasty language; it excites them."

"When I am out in public, I am much more of a lady. I use polite words when I am in mixed company. Its like the old cliche says, 'A woman should be a lady in the parlor, a chef in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom.' Think of the brothel as one big bedroom, so we act like foul mouthed whores to excite our clients."

Mistress then led us to into her private bedroom. There we saw a series of television monitors. Mistress explained, "This whole compound, including the areas outside, are set up with CCTV monitors. That is done for the safety of the girls. Let's face it girls, we engage in extreme acts of depravity that could be dangerous."

To demonstrate that point, see pointed to a monitor, and there was our mother, Jane. Mom had her tits tightly bound, clamps and weights pulling from her nipples. Her body was stretched out and tied, while the married couple behind her, took turns whipping her ass.

"Someone is always watching these monitors girls, if not here, than in the control room, If ever a girl uses her safe word and the client does not stop, then my security force goes in to stop the scene, keeping my girl safe."

As we looked from monitor to monitor we saw scenes involving bondage, scat play, piss play, lesbianism, lots of oral and lots of BDSM.

Mistress asked, "Are you sure you want to do this girls?"

In spite of our pussys being stitched closed, it was obvious we were excited. When we both nodded, Mistress smiled and told us to lay down on the floor. When we obeyed, she had us push our legs over our heads, where she tied our ankles to heavy furniture, our legs spread wide, our cunts and assholes lewdly displayed.

Mistress stood in front of us and slowly did a striptease for us. Taking off her clothes slowly, grinding her hips and wiggling her ass as she did. Then she started to play with her 38DD tits, till her nipples were rock hard.

When is was obvious that her cunt was soaked, she went over to the rounded end of the bedpost and impaled her cunt over it. We watched in awe as her cunt swallowed the bedpost.

Once the post was completely embedded inside her cunt, she started to rock back and forth till she screamed like a bitch in heat and had an intense orgasm.

Once she settled down, she looked at us, the bed post still inside her cunt and smiled. "See girls, I got you super excited, without even touching you. That is the difference between a whore and a prostitute."

When Mistress dismounted off the bedpost, we could see her cunt was gaping wide and the bedpost soaked in her cunt juices. As she moved, her cunt made a loud nasty sound as she cunt farted. We all giggled. Mistress said, "Get used to that girls. All the women around her usually cunt fart after intense sessions."

"Maybe later, I will sit on the bedpost with it buried up my asshole.'

The she got between our spread legs and used her tongue on our swollen clits and got us off.

Mistress smiled wickedly, "Was that good girls?"

Linda and I were too spent to answer and just smiled. "I am glad you enjoyed it ladies, because I am not done yet."

While my sister and I were still helpless, Mistress poured herself a drink and sat there with her legs spread wide and watched us. On the table next to her was a large brass candle stick holder.

She asked, "Did you notice each room had a candle stick holder just like this one inside them. Do you know why?" When we shook our heads, she said, "Let me show you why."

She took it and ever so slowly pushed it into her cunt. Since her cunt was still stretched from the bedpost and dripping of cum, it disappeared easily. Mistress got herself off again, as Linda and I watched helplessly.

After a bit Mistress smiled, "Mmmm. That was so nice. Nasty, but nice."

As she walked towards us, she was cunt farting again. Mistress smiled, "I know my cunt farts sound nasty, but trust me girls, it excites our clients."

I said, "I believe it, I am excited just watching and listening to you now."

Mistress then lubed my asshole and smiled, "If what I am doing scares you dear, use your safe word. Remember Patti, the word is RED."

Mistress took the candle stick holder that was buried in her cunt and put it as the opening of my asshole. Then as she did with her cunt, she slowly pushed it inside my asshole, till it just about disappeared. She leaned over and started to fuck me with the holder as she licked the tip of my clit.

I doubt I lasted a minute till I screamed from the intensity of my orgasm. Then she slid the candle holder out of my asshole. As she did, I farted loudly. Now it was Mistress' turn to laugh at me farting.

As expected, the candlestick was covered in shit. Mistress licked it clean and smiled, "See girls, since I have changed your diets, your shit is tasting better already."

My sister's eyes were glazed over just from watching the show Mistress put on, and Mistress did the same to her.

When she was done, Mistress untied us both and we all cuddled together. Mistress said sweetly, "You girls will be such greats whores!"

As we cuddled, someone knocked on the door. When the door opened, we saw it was our mother, Jane, still naked from her recent session. Once she came in, she curtsied submissively to our Mistress, Aunt Patricia. (Remember Patricia and Jane are sisters).

Mistress said, "Jane, are you okay? Your daughters and I were watching that married couple whip your ass."

Our mother sighed and turned around and bent over to display her ass. We could see bright red lash marks up and down her beautiful ass cheeks.

Then our mother lewdly wiggled her ass, as she did we could see cum dripping from her asshole. We laughed and Mistress said, "Looks like you had a great time Jane."

Mom said, "I did, but you made a mistake, the couple abusing me wasn't husband and wife. They were brother and sister. I left when they decided they wanted to fuck, so I could give them their privacy."

Mistress looked at the monitor and said, "What ever you did Jane really got them going. Look at them, fucking like animals in heat. Good job. Sis!"

Mistress then invited our mother and we had a group cuddle and lightly licked each other tits. It was so nice.