Alright, what's this story about? In a word: Masochism.
Loving, unrestrained, sensational super masochism.
It's the story of a girl with who has two moms, one of them being her futa father. It's a story of a girl that has it all, good friends, a good boyfriend and a good life. And it's the story of a girl who can't be happy with any of that. (Kinks: Impregnation, Incest, BDSM, Masochism, Futanari)
Part 1 is the set up. Oh, you guys, we have such sights to show you in part 2...
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Desirée was having a magnificent day.
Which was part of the problem, really.
"Sup D, heard you got an A in, what, politics?" Samantha, one of her friends, was asking.
"'Intro to Law' Sam," Desirée told her friend, "It's mostly contracts and torts, nothing that bad."
"Only you'd call a College Accredited class not bad' D," April sighed beside her.
"Honestly, only the semantics are bad," Desirée shrugged as she waved a book whose cover read "Clauses in Slavery Contracts".
"Aren't there, like, more semantics in law than actual law?" Samantha asked.
"Heh," Desirée shrugged. The topic was really interesting to her and, really, that was all that mattered.
Or used to matter anyway.
"Babe, you did good?" Joe, her boyfriend of one year, greeted them as he walked out of his classroom, bag already on his shoulder. He bent down to peck her on the lips and Desirée eagerly got on her toes to receive it.
"Yeah I did fine," Desirée smiled at the boy as he put an arm around her shoulder. They both might have been 18, but already she was developing a great attachment to him.
If only that mattered enough.
"Gosh Desirée, you done showing us what we're missing?" Samantha asked her as she drove an elbow into her side.
"What do you mean 'we'?" April asked their friend, causing Samantha to flatly look at her.
"You mean-" Samantha started to ask.
"-Josh asked me out!" April said and both Samantha and Desirée squeed as they hugged her.
"Well crap, that just leaves me alone," Samantha said after they let go, "Gosh, now I feel like the third wheel."
"I could introduce you to some of my friends if you like?" Joe offered with a knowing smile.
"I don't want to just be a quick fuck," Samantha sternly said.
"....well I tried," Joe shrugged, causing Samantha to reach over and punch his shoulder over Desirée's head.
"Behave," Desirée told both her boyfriend and one of her best friends.
"Yeah, whatever, 'I study law in high school, have a sweet boyfriend, and probably will be a 1 percenter one day'," Samantha mocked her.
They all laughed with her. All in all, these were good friends. Even Joe, if he hadn't been dating her, would have been one of her besties. And she liked them, she really did.
Samantha was funny and exuberant. April was a good listener and understanding. Joe was tall, handsome, and really eager to make her happy. And it wasn't like Desirée herself had anything to feel inferior about.
At a roughly average height of 5 feet and 7 inches, she was a pretty beautiful teenager, if she did say so herself, with her long sleek legs and her flowing blonde curls. Her hips were wide enough but her ass was tight! Her boobs were mounds that pushed the edge of her C cup bra, and her face was as cute as a button!
She wasn't in any popular cliques or any such nonsense, but she was a highly desired girl all the same. Her friends were either social butterflies or friends with such. Her boyfriend was a notable athlete in the school and Desirée herself was going to be a valedictorian.
And. It. Just. Wasn't. Enough.
"Hey moms, I'm home," She declared as she entered her house that day. She could have gone shopping with her friends, or gone on a date with her boyfriend but, honestly, what was the point?
She celebrated her 18th birthday last week. Everyone who was relevant in her life had attended. Her parents had been proud, the party had been awesome, her friends had been sensational and her boyfriend...well....
She had lost her virginity then.
But after the buzz of that day passed, after they had to clean up the plates, taken out the trash, and look at the presents the next day, Desirée found that there was still a whole life leftover after that.
And so, as she stared at it, at her ambitions, her efforts and what they would present, she had to ask: What was the point?
She had lived her whole life for days like her last birthday. But they were a flash in the pan and, in retrospect, weren't that great to begin with. Desirée felt like she'd merely enjoyed it because she was supposed to. And now that the heights of her life were turning out to be so lacking, her normal life, which she was so content with before, just seemed so...
Dull.
About the only thing that still piqued her interests, was her law class. And she would have probably pulled out of that too if it hadn't been for the subject matter that the class was using as a teaching aid.
"Clauses in Slavery Contracts".
One of the things that still felt alive was her morbid curiosity. The raw unfiltered feeling of horror when presented with an awful thing. As much as people didn't like to think about it, slavery was still technically legal in their modern world and the disgust she'd felt when she'd first entered the class was still not gone.
It was...wonderful, in its own way.
And so she devoured their text book as if it were a novel, to squeeze from it whatever awful implication she could.
Slaves could not be used to generate income.
Slaves had to be taxed all the same.
Slaves could not be inherited nor could their children be slaves.
Slaves could only sign away their freedom, and even that came with caveats that also had to be signed away.
And a dozen different stipulations.
The law had tried to cripple slavery to the point of irrelevance...and yet it still remained. It boggled her mind as much as it made her bile rise. And it made her wonder...what could cause someone to own a slave all the same?
What could cause someone to want to be a slave?
It was at that point that she started missing her boyfriend because she felt like the subject mattered was...exciting.
She would have gone and fixed that "itch" herself, anyway, but her parents weren't responding to her.
Where were they?
"Mom, other mom?" She called out, knowing that her birth mother hated being called "other mom". But whatever, she would always be the apple of her female father's eye!
It seemed like they were in their bedroom. The thought that maybe they were having sex crossed her mind but...no, no; Desirée's parents were loud when they were. They liked to pretend they weren't, but Desirée always knew when they were being...intimate all the same.
So she walked to their bedroom, the faint noise of them talking intently finally reaching her ears.
She opened her mouth to call out to them but...she didn't.
She was a good girl, honestly, she was.
But the thought of eavesdropping on her parents, well...it just made the world just that less dull.
