Story description: A family is immersed in sexually deviant wickedness. Can they cope with the maelstrom of degradation forced upon them? The story continues from chapter two.
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Adding Cream to the Fire
Carol awoke and batted her lashes from the bright light beaming through the bedroom window.
Although rested, she felt expended and weak. She hadn't eaten in over a day. Drowsily she yawned and caught movement in the mirror.
There sat the blond-braided gypsy from yesterday. The woman was naked and appeared fixated on her reflection. Carol was observant and perplexed by the woman's action to swing and twirl a shiny locket before her eyes. The woman mumbled phrases that were deciphered as compound fragments meant to demean herself. It was as if the woman was reinforcing how diabolical she truly was. It was a strange behavior that marked the woman's madness.
She no longer doubted the woman required psychiatric help.
The smell of frying bacon permeated the house and made her stomach growl. That turbulent rumble called the woman's attention.
Kesha said, "It's about time. I hope you recovered stamina for the day ahead. I saw no harm in letting you sleep, but I do admit impatience."
Grasping the gaudy dress from off the floor at her feet, she pocketed the silver bejewel trinket and then tossed the clothing upon the dresser.
After standing, she walked seductively to the bed and said, "Unfortunately, events have taken an odd twist and I'm pushed to modify my plan. Understandably, you have no idea what I'm talking about. Although what's happened is quite a boon, it disappoints me and leaves me confused."
Carol became unsettled when the woman dropped down beside her and raised a weighty breast with both hands to offer a milky tipped nipple. Widening her eyes at the approaching tit, she cried, "What the fuck? You can't expect me to...that's disgusting."
"Oh yes, I do anticipate it. You require feeding and I need to be emptied," the woman said with a smile.
"Lady you're fucking sick as shit. I'm not doing something so perverse."
Kasha said loudly in a pitch just below a shout, "If you refuse your family suffers. For their sake, heed my warning and suckle my nip like a babe!"
That rant garnered enough attention to bring Paul to the bedroom doorway. He stood shocked and expressed a degree of horror at seeing what the woman wanted Carol to do, but on the other hand, it wasn't new.
"Tell her, boy. Tell her I speak truth."
Paul stuttered at first but finally said, "Carol, you have no choice. I'm so sorry..." His words trailed off into a blubbering fit and he burst into tears. The emotion showed he'd suffered trauma and inferred there was a back story that hadn't yet been told. Unable to add further, he turned away and vanished down the hall.
Carol heatedly said, "What the hell did you do to him?"
The woman answered her question with an impish grin that gave her the creeps.
"It's your choice, girl. Everything asked of you is a decision that has consequence. Doing as you're told is often the lesser of two evils. Your husband experienced the result of refusal. I'll never physically force you, but I'll coerce you to perform by giving you an option."
"You're trying to humiliate me."
Kasha laughed and then said, "Yes and no. It's a twofold expectation. In truth, I find extreme enjoyment from demeaning you in such a manner, but you also require feeding and my leaking boob needs to be emptied. Enough with that doe-eyed stare. Place you pouty red lips upon my nipple and suck."
Carol felt anxious. The image of Paul's terrified expression haunted her. What was so horrendous that it would provoke such hysteria? The woman now resorted to a veiled threat to make her comply.
Something had obviously changed while she slept and that was cause for concern. Did this woman truly have the means to make it any worse? She'd thought they'd already hit the bottom. How much deeper could that woman take them? Until she had a better idea of what was going on, she couldn't take a chance the bitch would follow through with a blind threat. After all, it was just a woman's boob. The only reason it churned her stomach was the action she was being made perform upon it.
Reluctantly she leaned in and drew the thick elongated nipple into her mouth. She grimaced from the taste and tried to pull back.
The horrible woman had anticipated the move and had grasped the back of her head with a hand to press her mouth firmly against the meaty flesh.
"Don't just diddle with my tit like your trying to pleasure it. Suck the damn milk. I want to hear slurping, not gagging."
A gurgle of creamy fluid spewed out from around Carol's mouth as she choked.
"I don't understand you. You'll gobble your father's prick and swallow his jism without flinching, but sucking milk from a baby feeder disgusts you? Most people would find the reverse more perverse. Who's the sick one darling?"
Carol was humbled and repulsed by the deed to suckle breast milk from some stranger's udder. It was most deplorable act she'd ever done. It sickened her and it made her feel filthy.
She disagreed with the woman. Codling her dad's dick and swallowing his cum didn't bother her anymore. Sexually, it turned her on. She couldn't even explain it to herself, it just did.
The sudden tingle produced by that thought bothered her. She needed to silence the ghastly woman. The only way to shut her up would be to perform as expected. At least that's what she hoped. Regardless, all talk about her dad needed to be avoided.
Since yesterday, thinking of the man now caused arousal. It baffled her. Her love for him hadn't changed, but after extreme intimacy, she'd somehow fallen in love with him. She felt more like a lover than a daughter. No matter the case, she found it difficult to keep those nasty thoughts at bay.
She refused to get wet while sucking on this bitch's tit. The woman would no doubt think she'd become excited over the act and would taunt her for it.
Now committed, she drew milk from the woman's breast like an adult infant.
"Girl, I want you to look up at me with innocent baby eyes. Quit grimacing. I promise you'll acquire a taste over time. No doubt, after a few days on an empty stomach, you'll begin to look forward to feeding time."
The morbid woman's statement provoked illness that caused Carol's skin to flush pale and she almost gagged.
