AUTHOR'S NOTE: Comments are always welcome, but please read this disclaimer. This story is about the non-consensual degradation and abuse of a mother and daughter who are captured and sold in to slavery. It contains heavy non-consensual BDSM and non-consensual sex and incest. This is fiction, not reality. It goes without saying that none of this depravity should ever happened in real life, but if it did it might look a little like this...
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The man known as "The Collector" stood in the well-lighted cell smoking a post-coital cigarette. Between puffs he squinted down through the smoke at the middle-aged professor who was enthusiastically cleaning his cock with her mouth. She remained on all fours following the first ass-fucking of her life. Her nineteen year-old daughter was noisily sucking out the older woman's asshole, desperately trying to slurp up all the cum the man had just deposited there.
Both slaves had been captured the previous evening in California, then spirited across the Mexican border to his safe-house. This was their first full day in captivity. They were being sold as a matched pair to a lesbian dominatrix and entrepreneur in Thailand named Mistress Mali, who enjoyed using western mothers and daughters together.
The corpulent Asian mistress used her slaves for her own sexual fulfillment, but also put them to work in her many brothels. Sex tourists paid dollar to party with an attractive occidental mother and daughter. The mother-daughter slave pairs were also big draws during the live sex shows performed nightly in her private clubs.
In this case, the mother was a full professor of economics at one of the California state universities. Her name was Madeline Bennett. At forty-three, she was still a striking beauty. She had long, auburn hair, emerald green eyes and a generous mouth. Her body, for a woman of her age, was nothing short of spectacular, with large, firm breasts, a flat stomach and a perfectly shaped ass. Her legs were taught and well-muscled from her daily runs on the beach.
The daughter, Summer, was a sophomore at the university where her mother taught. In looks, she was a younger version of her mother. They had the same exact eye and hair coloring and almost the same facial features. The two were often mistaken for sisters. Summer's body had filled out a bit more than her mom's. Her breasts and hips were fuller, but her waist remained narrow and her stomach flat. Summer was a natural athlete. Her legs were tanned and well-toned from her many hours each week of college field hockey practice.
The man looked at his watch.
"You have one minute left, sweetie," he said to the daughter mildly. "Remember, I want her cleaned out properly or I'm afraid it's time for your first cunt-whipping."
Summer grunted into her mom's ass, then redoubled her efforts. At the mention of the whip, her eyes widened in panic. Her breasts had been whipped earlier in the day. She could not imagine how the heavy braided leather tip would feel as it struck her exposed pussy.
Driven on by a fresh sense of urgency, Summer pulled both of her mother's ass cheeks apart and laved up and down the crack a dozen times, flattening her tongue against the quivering flesh. Then she repositioned her fingers to hold open the anus and dove in with her tongue, curling the tip to funnel the diminishing tide of semen directly into her mouth. Finally, she inserted her right index finger to the hilt and wiggled it around inside for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing it, scooping out a last few dollops of cum, which she quickly gobbled up.
The professor grunted periodically around the cock in her mouth, but remained still.
"Ten seconds," said the man.
Summer positioned her mouth over her mom's anus and clamped her lips around the rim, slurping and sucking loudly. The man was gratified to see the heavy muscles of the daughter's jaws working rhythmically as she desperately sought out the last dregs of his cum. She held this position until time ran out.
"Time," barked the man.
Summer pulled her face away and knelt back on her haunches.
The man pulled his cock out of the mother's mouth and casually wiped it dry on the middle-aged woman's hair. He stepped over to the daughter who remained cowering on her knees beside her mother's left hip.
The man reached down and spread the Madeline Bennett's ass cheeks apart with both hands. He carefully examined the anus and taint. Then he roughly inserted his right middle finger. The professor wobbled slightly, but did not shift her position.
The man withdrew his finger and studied it.
"Not bad, sugar pie," said the man after a few seconds. "Good job. No cunting for you today."
Summer let out an audible sigh of relief and looked up at the man expectantly.
The man reached down and held his soiled middle finger in front of the kneeling daughter's face. Without breaking eye contact, Summer took the proffered finger in her mouth and began to lick and suck it clean. The man let her suckle the finger for a full minute before pulling it out and wiping it dry on the teenager's face.
The man reached down and gently cupped the girls chin with his right hand, tilting her face upward until their eyes met.
Summer's eyes were red-rimmed from crying. Her hair was disheveled and matted against her forehead with sweat. Her lips and chin were smeared with semen, saliva and her mother's secretions.
"Did you clean out mommy's asshole like a good girl?" he asked gently.
"Um...yes, sir," responded the girl shakily.
"That was very nice of you, sweetie," said the man. "Now I think it's time for your mother to thank you properly. Why don't you go over and let her give you a big kiss. Right on the lips."
He grabbed the girl roughly by the hair and dragged her crawling over to her mother.
"Give her a nice thank-you kiss, Professor. Make it good. I want to see some tongue."
Madeline turned her head as her daughter approached and held the girl's eyes for a long moment. The daughter hesitated for only a few more seconds, then leaned in and kissed her mother on the lips. The professor kissed her back. She could taste the distinctive flavor of semen combined with her own juices on her daughter's lips. After a moment, both women began to explore each other's mouths with their tongues.
The man smiled down benignly.
"Oh, isn't that romantic? You're first kiss. You two kids are going to get to know each other in a whole new light this week," he chuckled.
The man let the kiss continue for another full minute.
"That's enough. Let's get you hosed off. You're both getting a little ripe," he said crinkling his nose. "Crawl this way, please, ladies."
He walked across the large cell to the bathroom area in the back, right corner. The two women followed on their hands and knees.
The professor noticed a stainless steel toilet with no seat beside a utilitarian white porcelain sink. A hand-held shower head was clipped to the wall attached to a long flexible hose. She looked down and noticed a large drain in the floor.
"Stand up please, ladies."
The two naked women rose wearily, holding on to each other for support. The man's right hand closed around the shower head and pulled it off its clip. Her turned the metal valve on the wall all the way to the left.
"No hot water, I'm afraid," said the man apologetically. "But you might as well get used to it. I don't think Mistress Mali even has running water in the slaves' quarters, although you will get to shower when you're being used in the brothels."
The mother and daughter exchanged panicky glances. Their situation just seemed to keep on getting worse.
The man tested the shower nozzle. A strong jet of water immediately shot out and hit the drain in the floor. He adjusted the mechanism to get a medium-sized spray.
