Generational Whores

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. 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, but there is some "non-consent."

Julie and I planned the end of her last series, JULIE GOES TO A WEDDING, to be the introduction for this series. With that in mind, let me show you how her series ended:

Becca asked, "Aunt Patti, did I understand you correctly. You actually had your cunt sewn as well?"

Mistress smiled, "Yes dear I did. So did your mother as well."

Becca asked, "How did that come about?"

And now:

Mistress said, "It came about because we were young and stupid. I will explain it all to you girls, but you have to understand when your mum and I were young girls, things were different then. Women had no opportunities. Add to this, that our father, your grandfather had been raping us since we turned 18. He was a horrible vicious man that abused your mother and I as well as your grandmother."

I answered for both Julie and I, "Aunt Patti, we understand that. I mean both Julie and I spent our lives as whores for many of the same reasons."

Aunt Patti smiled, "Okay Becca." Then she looked at Julie and said, Julie, "Get a bottle of wine and glasses, we are going to be here a while."

It was late and we were all in our nighties, so we settled down to listen to Mistress explain how she and our mother first got into prostitution.

"Okay, your mom was 2 years older than me. When she turned 18, she started to walk the streets. She had a regular clientele that like to use her roughly. Remember your mom was one of the most submissive pain sluts I have ever known. She would allow people to abuse her in ways that terrified most other women,"

"Often she would sneak back into our bedroom reeking of piss and even shit, covered in cum. I am sure our mother knew what was happening, but since she had also been a whore, she never said anything."

"When I turned 18, your mom took me on the streets too. We did well. A lot of people liked the idea of fucking sisters. That is when the trouble started. Many of the other whores were upset, because we were getting the first pick of the really good clients."

Julie asked, "By 'clients' do you mean Johns?"

Mistress nodded, "We never called them 'Johns or dates,' we thought that was disrespectful. We preferred to call them clients.

Aunt Patti continued, "What made matters worse was that we worked alone and never had pimps making arrangements for us."

I asked, "Why would you use pimps? I mean you do 100% of the work and they take 50% of your money."

My aunt explained, "That is what we thought, so we worked independently."

"In time, the clients we got were kinkier, because we had developed a reputation. Although I was more dominant than your mother, I still allowed myself to be whipped and even beaten. Women were always much more vicious to us than men were, but they also were willing to pay more and tipped us a lot."

One night on our walk, a few of the other whores approached us. There were 4 of them and they took us aside and said quietly, "You better find a new stroll."

Julie asked, "What is a stroll?"

Our aunt explained, "That is a term used to describe the area where the whores would walk waiting for clients to pick us up."

Your mother asked, "Why should we change?"

The older of the whores explained, "Our men are pissed because you are talking customers away from us. We were told to make you leave, or they would make you leave."

Mistress smiled as she remembered, "You mother was tough when she was protecting me. She told them all to fuck off."

"We thought nothing of it, until a few nights later we were grabbed and pushed into a van. Then we had our clothes ripped off of us and tied with our wrists behind our backs and left in the van. After a while, the van opened and 2 women and a group of 5 men grabbed us and took us out of the van."

"One of the men, slapped your mother and said, "We warned you and you told our girls to 'fuck off,' now you will see what happens."

As the men started to get naked, the women came over to us, she introduced herself as Gwen and said, "You slags are disgusting, your sell your bodies and let people treat you like shit. Then men expect all women to be as disgusting as you. Whores like you degrade all women."

She untied us and then she spit on us both.

"Here is what is going to happen. All of the men are going to take turns fucking you, once they are done, then you will see why I am here."

Both Linda and I had a busy night and our cunts were already wet and loaded with cum. Before she let the men start fucking us, she had us bend over and she put her fingers up our assholes and could feel there was cum there too. "Just as I thought, you skanks take it up the ass as well."

She looked to the men, "Go ahead guys, fuck these filthy skanks."

Mistress explained, "For well over an hour, your mother and I were passed around from man to man. They fucked our cunts, they fucked our assholes, they pushed their cocks deep down our throats so we puked all over ourselves."

One they were done, Gwen came over and spit on us and then explained, "I am in med school. Between tuition and books, I have bills up the ass. I am being paid a lot of money to teach you sluts a lesson."

The men roughly grabbed your mom and I and put us in chairs and tied our hands behind our backs. Then they put spreader bars on our ankles so that our legs were spread as wide as possible.

Gwen called to the other girl, "You know what to do bitch."

Aunt Patti said, "The girl she called 'bitch,' crawled between our spread legs and started to lick us clean. 'Bitch' pushed her tongue deep inside our cunts and swallowed the gobs of cum that were in there from previous clients as well as the cum from the men that just raped us."

"In spite of our fear, or maybe because of it, in time both your mother and I came hard. Then Gwen came over and pulled out labia wide apart."

Gwen said, "Good, your cunt lips are swollen and fat now, this will make my job easier."

Gwen reached for her medical bag and took out a pliers like device and showed "bitch" how to pull your mother's cunt lips out and hold them in place.

Gwen was cruel. "You slags are lucky. The pimps that hired me to do this, originally said they were going to have one of the men perform this procedure, but then decided to hire me to teach you a lesson."

"If they did it, they would have permanently fucked you up. Your should be thankful I am here."

Aunt Patti said, "I remember the look on my sister's face when Linda asked Gwen, what are you going to do?"

Gwen explained, "You were warned to go somewhere else to fuck, yet you didn't. Now I am going to make sure you don't go fucking around here any more." She stared hard at us both and said, "I am going to sew your cunts shut so that you can't fuck!"

"I started to cry, so Gwen decided to start with Linda."

"Your mother looked at Gwen and defiantly spit in her face. Gwen slapped your mom so hard, that had she not been tied to the chair, she would have fallen over."

Aunt Patti looked at Julie and I and explained, "I know your mother was an extreme pain slut, but this was too much even for her. I knew she was scared."

"I watched as Gwen pushed the needle in and around Linda's cunt lips and pulled the thread tight so that her cunt was closed completely. I saw tears running down your mother's face, but your mother never screamed."

"Years later, she would explain to me, that she knew if she screamed it would terrify me, so she forced herself not to scream. That gave me the strength I needed to endure it as well."

"When it was my turn, I started at your mother for inspiration ad refused to scream either."

Julie and I were so engrossed in what Aunt Patti was telling us, that neither of us had noticed we were crying, until Mistress reached over and wiped the tears from our faces.

"It's okay girls, that happened a long time ago and I am fine now."

I heard my voice crack as I asked, "What happened next?"

Aunt Patti explained, "They allowed us one phone. We could call someone to pick us up. We didn't dare call our parents, so we called our Aunt Patricia."

Aunt Patti smiled, "I was named for my Aunt Patricia. Aunt Patricia ran a brothel in the fancy part of town. She was also a high class whore as well. We knew she would do anything for us and not tell our parents."

When Aunt Patricia picked up the phone, Gwen took it and said, "I have your filthy whore nieces here. You had better come and pick them up or there is no telling what might happen to them."

Gwen hung up and then said to us, "I guess even pigs like you are going to need clothes, but sadly all of them are ripped and ruined."

Gwen looked to the other girl, "Bitch, bring me the garbage bags."

Bitch came bag with 2 large black plastic garbage bags. She untied your mother and I, then looked at us and said, "If you do anything stupid, you will regret it."

Mistress explained, "This time, she started to with me. She put the bag over my head. Your mother must have thought they were going to smother me, because I heard movement. But they cut a hole in the top of the bag for my head to pop out. When I could see, I saw your mother on the floor. They had kicked her in her cunt when she tried to protect me."

They they cut out holes for my arms and I was dressed in a garbage bag.

Gwen's laugh was humiliating, "That seems fit; garbage girls wearing garbage bags. You two whores disgust me."

Then they dressed your mother the same way. They pushed us to posts and tied us to them and left us like that. It took about an hour for Aunt Patricia to get there.

In that time, both your mother and I pissed ourselves and had to stand in a puddle of our own piss as we waited.

"When Aunt Patricia got there we were crying like little girls. She had one of the women that came with her untie us and we explained what happened."

"Aunt Patricia lifted the garbage bags and inspected our cunts and then told the other woman, 'Take us to Dr. Missy's place."

Aunt Patti said, "That where our journey as prostitutes really began."