AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fair warning, extreme, non-consensual activity ahead. Be prepared for rape and incest and all manner of non-consensual badness. Don't say you weren't warned!
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The professor did her best to please their captor. She bobbed up and down on his cock for several minutes, sucking loudly as she worked her tongue along the underside of his shaft. It was somewhat difficult to establish a rhythm with her hands cuffed behind her back.
The professor was no prude. She and her husband had a rich and healthy sex life. She knew she was reasonably good at sucking cock.
She tried to ignore the fact that her daughter was kneeling naked beside her, watching her service this lunatic.
The man's cock was much larger than her husband's. She was only able to take about half of its length down her throat. The professor looked up in to his eyes as she sucked.
She made a supreme effort to appear eager and enthusiastic. The professor instinctively understood that any perceived apathy or vacuity on her part would have painful consequences for both her and her daughter.
She was also trying to convince the man that she had already surrendered. She had already made up her mind that she would do as she was told for the time being. Let him think she was beaten, she thought. Maybe he would let his guard down. He only needed to turn his back on her once. She would be ready. Meanwhile, she had to play the role of the defeated prisoner.
She studied his expression as she slid her mouth up and down his cock, plunging deep enough to gag herself. She saw a twinkle of triumph dancing in his eyes as she moaned around the bulbous head in her mouth.
The man looked down benignly. He was pleasantly surprised at the mother's docility. He had expected more of a fight. He smiled inwardly. These two would be easy to train.
"Not bad," said the man amiably. "I see where your daughter gets it from."
The man looked over at the daughter, then snapped his fingers.
"Crawl over here, cunt'" he said curtly. "Lick my balls."
The girl didn't hesitate. She had already been whipped once. She crawled quickly into position and waited until the man reached down and removed her gag. Then she began to lave the man's scrotum with long, slow strokes of her tongue.
The man stood with his hands on his hips and looked down at his captives.
"In a moment, I'm going to use you together. This is your life now, so you might as well get used to it. Before I do, I want to make sure you understand your situation."
He patted both women on the head.
"Stop sucking and look at me, cunts."
He crossed his arms casually, let his hard cock dangle just above their faces. The women regarded him silently.
"I've said it once already, but I'll say it again. This cell remains locked at all times. It can only be opened by punching in an access code into this keypad."
He pointed to a black, plastic box mounted on the cell door behind him.
"I change the access code every time I come in, so don't bother trying to read it over my shoulder. If you take a look around, you can see there is no other way in or out."
For the first time, the professor examined her surroundings. They were locked in a large concrete cell approximately twenty feet square. Three walls were solid concrete. The fourth wall was comprised of steel bars set about four inches apart. The man was standing in front of a man-sized gate cut in to the bars.
She turned her head to see what was behind her.
There was a stainless steel toilet against the back wall. Next to it was a steel sink. There was a shower head set in to the wall, next to the sink. She noticed a drain in the floor.
In the back corner, there was a large mattress on the floor with what appeared to be clean sheets. Next to the mattress was mini fridge.
There was a rack on the wall near the bed. She noticed several whips, manacles and unidentifiable chains. It looked like something out of a medieval torture chamber.
"I'm going to un-cuff you now," he said calmly. "But before I do, you need to understand the rules. Until I deliver you to Mistress Mali, you are my property. Your only purpose in life is to please me. I expect absolute obedience. Disobey and you will be whipped."
He patted the daughter on the head like a puppy, then looked at the professor. He reached down and cupped the middle-aged woman's chin with his right hand, tilting her face up until their eyes met.
"Just so you know, Professor. If you hurt me or try to escape, your daughter loses a digit. We'll start with the left pinky toe and move on from there."
The professor held his gaze for a long moment, then nodded.
The man released his hold on the professor and stepped away from the two women. He began to undress casually. In a moment, he was standing naked before them. He reached in to a pants pocket and extracted a small key. Then he folded his clothes and placed them neatly on the chair.
Slowly, he circled behind the kneeling middle-aged woman and unlocked her handcuffs.
"Sit down, please," the man said politely.
