I got the inspiration for this story from a story called
Mom's Humiliating Catfight
. That story is on another platform, as there are elements to that story that do not abide by the rules of Literotica. This story does abide by Literotica rules, and there are significant differences as well. All characters engaging in sexual scenes in this story are over the age of 18.
You should be aware that there are scenes of non-consent, lesbianism, Mother/daughter incest, group sex, sexual slavery, blackmail, gang bangs, reluctance, bondage, BDSM, humiliation, and unaware impregnation (at the end of the story). If any of that offends you, you should move on to a different story.
This is a work of FICTION. That means that this did not really happen. The characters are all not real. This is just a story that came out of the dark regions of my warped mind.
Catfight turns to slavery:
This was the last straw. It was a Friday afternoon in late spring. I was working from home and looking forward to a weekend of relaxing. The weather was supposed to be warm and sunny all through the weekend. My daughter Jill just came home from school crying again. Brenda, one of her classmates, was bullying her again. It's just not fair. I had tried going to the school about it, but they really just gave Brenda a talking to by the school counselor. That just increased the bullying. The problem is that Brenda is the star of the school soccer team, and they are making a strong run at the State Championship. Jill is not an athlete. She's a scholar that is dedicated to her education. She takes after me. I finished my master's in computer science with a 3.8 GPA. I missed being the Salutatorian at graduation by 0.1 point. I have a really good job that pays very well, and I work remotely from home.
Jill takes after me. We are both petite (her being 5'1", and me being 5'3"), slim, yet we both have small D-cup breasts. We are both redheads with more than just pretty faces. My husband died in a car wreck caused by a drunk driver a few years ago, but, between the insurance and the settlement, we were able to pay off the house, cars, and still have a nice tidy sum for emergencies.
Brenda is blonde and stands at 5'6". She's also pretty, and obviously in great shape from playing soccer. Aside from the posse that Brenda always has around her, Jill is no match to stand up to Brenda. I've also seen Brenda's mom at various school functions. Cassie, Brenda's mom is also 5'6", blonde, beautiful, and keeps herself fit. I've heard that she is a lawyer and works for one of the more vicious firms in the city. You know the type; they think scruples are what you use to pay for things in Russia and morals are large paintings on walls. Still, she is a mom, and she should have some compassion about a mother protecting her child. Brenda's dad, Tom, is about 6'3", light brown hair, and works construction. He weighs about 210 pounds, and it's all muscle. Broad at the shoulders, narrow at the waist. I really didn't know them that well, but I couldn't imagine that any good parent would put up with their child bullying another student.
It was time to take the direct approach. After calming Jill down, we got in the car to go over and have a talk with Brenda's parents. It wasn't difficult to find their address. It was a 10-minute drive out to the edge of town. It was a huge house on several acres. It's obvious that they had a lot of money. The nearest neighbor looked like they were at least a mile away. I pulled into the driveway and stopped at the gate to their property. Rolling down the window, I pushed the 'CALL' button. A couple minutes later, I heard a woman's voice come over the speaker.
"Yes? Can I help you?" She spoke.
"Uumm, yes. This is Darla James. I want to discuss a few issues that our daughters are having between them. It's getting out of hand, and I want to try and work things out, so the issues stop." I replied.
About a minute later, the voice returned. I thought I could hear giggling in the background, and it also sounded like the woman's voice had some mirth to it.
"OK. I think that we can work something out. Just follow the driveway around and park in front of the house."
I began to get nervous as the gate opened. Something just sounded and felt off. Regardless, I was committed. This was about protecting my daughter. When the gate was fully opened, I pulled forward and moved ahead. Shortly after, I was parked in front of a mansion. I grabbed my purse, and Jill and I got out of the car.
As we were walking up the steps, the door opened. It was obvious that she was watching for us, as Cassie was standing in the doorway. Now, I have absolutely zero interest in women, but even I can tell when another woman is beautiful. She was also wearing a nice pair of modest shorts and a white halter top. I must say, she did look striking.
"Mrs. James. How nice to meet you. Please call me Cassie. And this must be your daughter, Jill. Please, come in. It's a beautiful day, so I thought that we could discuss things on the back patio." She offered.
Without waiting for a reply, she turned and led us through the house and through the double glass doors to the back yard. There was a metal patio table with several matching chairs around it. A pitcher of lemonade was several glasses sat on the table. Looking out into the yard, I could see Brenda and four of her posse lounging in the sun. We were severely outnumbered here, and I started to get a bad feeling about this situation.
"Uuummm, it looks like you already have guests over, so maybe we can come back another time." I stammered.
"Nonsense." Cassie declared. "You mentioned that there were issues between our daughters, so it only makes sense to have my daughter here as well."
"Well, yes, but this is a rather private matter, so we should probably discuss this just between the four of us." I continued.
"No. If there is a problem, we should have witnesses that can verify what happened. These girls are almost always around my daughter, so they have probably witnessed everything that your daughter say happened." She insisted.
Not having much choice, Jill and I sat down. Cassie poured us both a glass of lemonade. She poured herself a glass as well, and she took a large drink from it. At least I was assured that she wasn't drugging us.
"So," Cassie began. "What seems to be the problem?"
I assured Jill that it was OK, and she began to detail all the bullying that Brenda had been doing to her. After several minutes, she ended with the incident that had her in tears today.
"I see." Cassie acknowledged. "Well, let's get to the bottom of this. Bullying in school is reprehensible, and I am furious whenever I hear about it." She turned to the girls in the back yard. "Girls! Please come over her for a bit."
I noticed the smirks on all the girls' faces, and I couldn't help but get the feeling that Jill and I were being set up. I just had no idea what we were being set up for.
"Ladies, you all know Jill. This is her mother, Darla. They have leveled some pretty serious charges against Brenda. Can you add anything to this?" With that, Cassie began to list the offences that Brenda supposedly has committed.
