Chapter 8 – The Un-Daughter
Suspended from the ceiling in her father's dark orgy room for hours, Lena continues to keep her mind together from the pinching pain from the nipple claps and the mild pleasures from the bullet vibrators in her pussy and ass. Lena feels tears roll down from her closed eyes as she finds herself at her wits end. She can't hold on any longer and just wants to let go and surrender to the war of pleasure and pain happening inside her. Let her sleep-deprived mind slip into whatever mental oblivion awaits her. Lena no longer cares what her depraved father will do to her, so long as she will be deep inside the remnants of her damaged psyche.
Then Lena sees light shining through her eyelids. Opening her eyes, she sees Teresa walking to her, naked, wearing only a leather collar and holding a leather paddle.
"Well, now." Says Teresa, looking at Lena's dripping wet pussy. "You must be really horny by now."
Lena watches Teresa walk around her several times until Teresa reaches to one of the nipple clamps and remove it from the captured nipple. Lena feels some relief, but there is still another nipple clamp giving her pain. Teresa walks between Lena's spread legs, she takes hold of the bullets' wires and swiftly yanks them from Lena's orifices and drops them to the floor. Still on, they rattle against the floor. For a second, Lena hoped the urges would subside, but felt her body crying for the sweet release of an orgasm even more. Teresa slowly walks to Lena's side and remove the second clamp from Lena's nipple.
"Would you like me to kiss your tits to make it feel better?" Teresa teasingly asks.
Lena doesn't give any reply as she looks at the naked Filipina maid. Teresa lowers her head to Lena's breasts. Lena closes her eyes as Teresa's tongue circle her nipple. Lena hums her gasp through the ball gag as she relishes the caressing sensations from Teresa.
"Do you want to cum?" Teresa asks, rising her head.
With her eyes still closed, Lena still gives no reply. She then feels Teresa's index and thumb gently placed on her nipple. Lena opens her eyes wide in response, showing plead for mercy.
"Do you want to cum?" repeats Teresa.
Lena rapidly nods her head.
"Do you want me to get you down from this?" Teresa asks.
Lena nods her head again.
"I want you to promise me you won't touch yourself." Says Teresa. "Do you promise?"
Lena nods her head with more anguish.
"Okay, then. You better keep your hands away from your pussy." Teresa holds up the paddle. "Or else."
Teresa begins with removing the spreader bar securing her legs then unties the rope holding her legs. With her feet firmly on the cold floor, Lena feels the muscles of her legs, back and arms ache as Teresa frees her hands.
With Lena free from her restraints, Teresa takes her by the arm and guides her to the unkempt bed. In her submissive state of mind, Lena tries to refrain from touching her eager pussy. Standing near the bed, Teresa unfastens the ball gag around Lena's head, as the gag is pulled away from her mouth, Lena begins gasping for air.
"Now, what do you say?" asks Teresa, dropping the ball gag on the floor.
Lena is hesitant for a few seconds.
"Thank you." Lena says.
"'Thank you' what?" Teresa asks in a harsh tone.
Lena is confused on what to say to please Teresa, who becomes more agitated.
"I...don't know." Lena replies.
Teresa pauses for a few seconds then gently take the tip of her paddle under Lena's chin.
"
'Thank you, Mistress Teresa'
" says Teresa. "Claudia is going to teach you how to be a proper sex slave. One of her lessons is saying showing appreciation. When someone fucks you, you say thank you. When you give someone a blowjob, you say thank you. When someone slaps your pretty little ass, you say thank you."
"Is that what she did with you?" Less than a second after Lena asks, the leather paddle hits the side of her ass. As she reels from the pain, Lena is pushed to bed. With Lena on her back, Teresa crawls over her.
"After Claudia is done with you, I'm going to teach you a few lessons of my own." States Teresa. Lena mewls as she feels Teresa's fingers lightly caress her sensitive clit. "You want to cum so badly, don't you?"
"Yes." Answers Lena.
"Yes, what?" growls Teresa.
"Yes, Mistress Teresa."
"I'm going to make you beg for it, slut." Boasts Teresa. "I'm going to take my time striping you of your dignity and self-respect which going to make the orgasm all the better." Teresa lowers her head to Lena terrified face. "Now kiss me."
With the growing fear from Teresa's frightening dominant demeanor and the need to satisfy her growing lust, Lena complies and raises her head to join her lips to Teresa's, but suddenly she sees her Filipina mistress fly backwards away from her. Sitting up, Lena sees Teresa being held by her long black hair by a woman in her early forties wearing a dark blue lace trim pantsuit. Looking closer, Lena sees the woman has the same light brown hair as she does.
"Mom?" Lena blurts as she covers her exposed breasts in attempt to regain some modesty.
"So your father finally took you to his playroom." Says Lena's mom. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"She couldn't get enough, Rochelle." Says Teresa. "You should have seen when Adrian was fucking her..."
"Shut up." Defensively utters Lena.
"Or what, bitch?" Responds Teresa, with her hair still in Rochelle's grip. "You don't like to be reminded how your daddy gave you the best fuck you ever had?"
"Both of you shut up." Rochelle orders.
"Mom." Lena pleads. "Daddy made me..."
"I said shut up, you little whore!" Rochelle yells, pushing Teresa to her knees.
Lena is mortified by her mother's words. Even though she thought her mother, Rochelle, as an emotionally unavailable bitch, Lena always hoped Rochelle stand by her when at really mattered, but as Lena sees the scowling expression on her mother's face, she fears her troubles have yet to end.
"And what's this ‘Mistress Teresa'?" Rochelle sternly inquires, scowling down to Teresa. "What makes you think a piece of trash like yourself would be mistress to anyone?"
Rochelle releases Teresa's hair from her grip but maintains her scowl as Teresa quickly back away. "Get the fuck out of here."
Seeing the look of defeat and humiliation on Teresa, Lena manages to stop from smiling as she and Rochelle watches Teresa walk to the door.
"Sit closer." Rochelle orders, which Lena obeys and moves to Rochelle. "For years, your louse of a father would take his friends down here and let them fuck me and you had absolutely no clue."
"No." whimpers Lena.
"I remember one night I was being fucked up the ass by at least twenty guys while you were in your room." Rochelle states, fondling Teresa's head. "As I remember it, we had a dinner party about two years ago. You were just bored out of your little mind. Soon as dinner was finished, you went right to your room for the rest of the night."
Lena vaguely recalls that particular night; expect for the peculiar looks she got from some of the male guests. Then she realizes most of them were the ones who gang-banged her only hours ago.
Rochelle walks to Lena, sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms covering her breasts and her legs pressed together. Lena focused her sight to Rochelle's eyes showing a degree of contempt that Lena has never seen before.
"Spread." Rochelle commands.
