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.
Let's just say that I was unsurprised when not only was everything denied, but they had even turned it around to where Jill was the aggressor.
"Cassie. All these girls are close friends with Brenda. They have all at one time or another joined in on the bullying. Of course, they are going to say that they are all innocent."
"Regardless of that, there are five women here that all have the same account of every incident. All you have is your daughter, who could very well be making things up. She is most likely just jealous of my daughter's popularity and is just trying to hurt Brenda. What it all sounds like to me is that Brenda has been trying to befriend Jill, and Jill is rejecting her. Maybe it's because my daughter is gay and thinks that Jill is a beautiful young woman. Brenda has even mentioned to me several times how she would like to date Jill, but Jill always rejects her."
I was flabbergasted at her statement.
"But I'm not gay. I just want Brenda and all her friends to leave me alone!" Insisted Jill.
"Are you sure about that?" Brenda asked with a gleam in her eye. "Spaghetti is strait too, until you get it hot and wet."
"It's obvious that you have no interest in having a civilized discussion. All you want to do is to wrap your daughter in a cloak of innocence. It is simply unbelievable that my petite five-foot one daughter would be the aggressor in all this. We're leaving. We'll just have to take this up with the school board again. I had thought that we could discuss this in a civilized manor and come to an agreement." I stated as Jill and I stood up.
"Oh no, you don't." Cassie growled. "You don't get to come into my house and throw wild accusations around about my innocent daughter. You don't get to go around shouting lies and slandering my daughter. You don't get to ruin her reputation and harm her chances of a scholarship with false accusations. You need to be taught a lesson about falsely accusing innocent people of crimes they did not commit."
I got suddenly very frightened. This was getting way out of control. Jill and I were standing there facing five athletic young women and one rather angry mother. We had only one chance.
"Run, Jill!"
We turned and bolted. Thankfully, the doors were still open. I did mention that the five girls were all on the soccer team, right? That necessitates being able to run up and down the field very fast. Yes, the doors were open, but we never even crossed the threshold. Jill and I began swinging and kicking in an attempt to get away. The five girls simply dragged us out into the yard.
We ended up standing facing the house with two girls holding each of us. Cassie was standing in front of me, and Brenda was standing in front of Jill.
"OK. If you want to leave before we are through with our negotiations, the door is right there. All you need to do is to get past us. To give you a fighting chance, it's just the two of you against the two of us. The other girls won't interfere." Cassie grinned evilly.
As you might imagine, our chances were exactly nil. Still, we had to try. Jill and I made our moves at the same time. I would have been proud of her - if I had been able to see her. She used to love sitting beside her daddy on the couch watching football on Sundays. I guess she remembered some of the moves that the running backs and receivers used to escape the defensive players. She made a great fake, then spun in the other direction. Unfortunately, Brenda had anticipated that. She grabbed Jill's shirt and stuck out her leg. Jill went down with Brenda on top of her. I just decided to go with a bull rush and try to knock Cassie down. Instead, she stepped to the side, grabbed me around my waist, then swung me around and threw me back the way I came. Before I could get up, Cassie was sitting on my back. She gave me two hard smacks to my ass, one on each cheek.
