unwillingly a futa's slave wife - A desperate Situation
asubcd
Summary:
A lesbian girl ends up as in a forced situation with her girlfriends mom. A futanary in a world, where these hold nearly all of the power. Expect many kinks. Non-con, pain, forced submission, smell kink and other uncomfortable thing's you might rather skip included.
Notes:
Don't expect to much, English is neither my first language, nor do i have any experience writing a story. But here i am typing this story anyway :3
Chapter 1: A desperate Situation
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"This is hopeless" She moaned. A swarm handwritten papers slowly tumbling to the ground. Looking up from your own sheet, you could see Lena, slender Arms outstretched, face looking up to the sky, dramatically frozen in her pose as if to ask God why he would put her trough these tribulations.
Looking up her older sister Sabrina sighted, you never were able to read her stoic face, but from this angle her double chin and countless acne scars were all to visible. In a low crumbly voice she said "Pretty sure the moldy library won't tell you how to calculate the density of the solution. And all you have left is the weekend. And don't forget from tomorrow on it is just you and your girlfriend over there. I have a judo tournament and will be gone. And Jenny's last chance to stay a regular citizen will be the exams on monday."
Carefully stepping around sheets of paper you made your way around the table. Because of your tiny 5 feet stature you didn't even have to kneel, but only slightly bow down, to start hugging the sitting Lena from the side. "Everything is gonna be work out. You will easily get a C. Then we both will go to the same University, we will share the same dorm room. We will have so much fun."
Your words unable to reach the desperate girl, all you could do was pat her head, as the girl started to sniffle while silently crying into your chest. You could see Lena snootily roll her eyes, then start tapping on her phone disinterested. Your brown blouse was getting wet and cold, as the other girl was unwilling to move away from your chest, desperately clinging to your warm body. You could your flat chested nipples stiffening as your thoughts kept sliding into unwanted territory. You could smell her hair directly under your chin. The same shampoo you occasionally used yourself, when staying over. The same shampoo you always smelled, when you two were cuddling in the savety of her room. Ah it sucked being a lesbian in this unfriendly world, but she accepted you, she was always there for you when your insecurity brought you in yet another dilemma. Ever since you proposed to her. That was 2 years ago. And before that you were best friends for as long as you could think back. Always calling out injustice where she saw it. Never letting anyone say as much as a bad word about any of her friends, always loudly scolding bullies or futa's overstepping their bounds .
And her freedom was in jeopardy. If she could not make minimum grades to qualify for a higher qualification the proud futa state would strike her her newest cruelest joke of a law.
'Every man or woman, once reaching adult age, would have to finish a higher education and be productive for the greater good of the proud nation for full 3 years without pay afterwards.' Because of the long lasting wars against the old republics there was an ever growing pressure on the fairly young self proclaimed futa nation. Every young man or futa had to serve in the army for 3 years after reaching maturity. Futas or males not passing army entry exams had less luck. And women had not even that right, by cruel intended design of the predominantly futa law makers.
The only exemption was the qualification to a higher education, and working for full 3 years. The state retaining any pay you made in that time. Or having to stay in the universities and researching in mostly war related fields there for the time.
The much worse case, the case your your girlfriend Jenny currently was just one bad grade away from. You shuddered just thinking about it. Any of those unfortunate females would get the unfortunate state of a breeder for the next 3 years of her life. Ever since the genetic mutation that made it so, at least in the population that a few years later declared itself the futa nation, that roughly every second XX-chromosomed person was born a futa.
This had the unfortunate side effect, that normal women, now became a commodity. Both males and futa, together making up nearly three fourths of the population. Now, at least for reproductive purposes, 3 person now competing over the hears of just 1 woman statistically speaking. Those intolerable conditions had a bunch of negative consequences.
The futa nations began conflicts with surrounding states. And under the guise of moving them to safety started taking women prisoner and started using those women to strengthen it's own population. New laws allowed any serving army futa or man to basically abduct any women, bring her home and marry her forcibly to be her new 'wife'. The meaning of 'wife' morphed quickly and disgustingly over just a few years of ongoing wars, other countries starting to alliance and strongly oppose the expansions of the futa nation. These days a 'wife' was more like a slave. Domestic violence got legalized, enabling often brutal war traumatized new household heads, to force their will upon their new price possessions. TV commercials, propaganda videos and whole new industries popped up around making you one wife subservient, training her or even modify her body in ways for your own pleasure.
Especially for younger generations of futa and men, there was growing animosity against women. Media blasting a new ideal of a subservient sexed up female image trough all channels. But most women had already decided marriage contracts, decided by their household heads, by the time they became of age. And still most futa only had their hands when they became of age. Women mostly going to women-only schools these days, most suitors were clumsy and ill fit to normally woo their partners.
It did not help that futa were on average at least over 7 foot long, and for some reason developed a different kind of muscle-tissue. Similar to how animals like chimpanzee develop longer muscle fibers, making their muscle mass to strength ratio more favorable. To compensate futa metabolism was enhanced by a lot. They tended to much more but also gain weight much more easily, requiring more exercise to stay fit. The sweat glans and pores of futa were often also producing more, maybe because of their enhanced metabolism. As a consequence futa produced an often inconvenient strong smell from their sweat glands. Also producing intimidating copious amounts of bodily fluids like vaginal fluids or a pungent smelling cum. All in all way to intimidating for the women choosing their own partners, these statistically nearly all ending up with men.
The result were futa like Sabrina. A socially award person, with a light misogynistic incel mindset. Having a hard time finding anyone even remotely being interesting in being their partner. In her solution VR porn and the occasional male bottom-boyfriend, she was never able to hold for over a week. But she loved her sister in her own way at least.
To combat the declining birth rates and 'couple-rates' the lawmakers newest solution was this absurd law. Basically forcing maturing women into a a wive-light version called being a 'breeder' for three years. The women were able to voice light preferences on their role in the next 3 years. But ultimately some inscrutable system assigned you your new role.
Most common was to have yourself end up on auction. Not being able to produce offspring in your designated time would get heavily punished. In this case you would have to move to a breeding brothel. Similar if the lottery system was unfavorable to you.
For auctions, anyone without a partner was able to bid on you. And you would be faced to move in with them for the next 3 years. Your new mate making you pregnant as often as possible in that time. In theory a breeder had more rights than a wife and had working-times of only 8 hours each day. But in reality what happens between closed doors never was of much interest to the nation. You had no illusions in that regard. You knew a girl from the year above you, once she moved in with her new suitor, she had her phone for a whole week, sending a few sad messages, when you got one last message of her new owner. "That your friend had her phone rights revoked from now. But you were free to visit if you wouldn't mind blowing her yourself." You quickly blocked the number and shoved those memories some place far far away. Just now they resurfaced, your eyes getting watery and glossy in foggy memories of your friend.
This was the first time your soulmate needed you. You pushed unnecessary thoughts aside and made your decision. "I have an idea that just might work… "
Chapter 2: A harsh judgement
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"The accused 'Lena Won' confessed fully to be the sole instigator of the plan to illegally cheat on the graduation exams. Written testimonial of the victim's sister 'Sabrina Steel' confirms this story. The accused willfully and maliciously pressured the defendant 'Jenny Steel', in absentee represented by her legal guardian, mother and household matriarch 'Susan Steel'." The old crone judge with white heir and the raven nose read.
You were just happy it was soon gonna be over. You made a grave misjudgment. Your plan was so simple it should have worked. You and Jenny would dye your hairs. Swapping hair colors. Then you would just write her test, she yours. And you both should have passed. Your only mistake was talking about your plan in front of one eye pair to much. Sabrina would not have talked on you, you were fairly sure. But what was out of control was what happened in Jenny and Sabrina's household. The evening before they talked about it in the safety of Jenny's room. And somehow her mother walked in on the conspirator just in the wrong moment. Noticing the new hair color and the quiet mood she separated the girls and got to the bottom of the truth.
And you didn't even blame her. She did what any good mother would do, do everything to protect her daughter. So when you, with your new hair color went to the exams the next day, with Lena's passport in your pocket, police grabbed you as soon as you tried to get in.
You felt ok. Truly! Lena was saved, because of you. At least that is what you will tell your self. You smiled, the smile not quite reaching your eyes. Because she did not commit a crime and because she helped convict a criminal like you, her mother pushed for a deal. She would get another full year, then retake all the exams next year.
You on the other hand were screwed. The nation, and especially the white haired witch, appointed judge over your case made this clear from the get go. At the start of the case your defendant lawyer made clear that you basically were in for at least 20 years of 'breeder' status, and that was if everything went well. Your typical punishment would be a breeding brothel, maybe even for the army for the next foreseeable future.
You hadn't seen Lena in the 6 weeks since that Friday. Staring our of your cell, being bored out of your mind, just waiting for the day of the judgment a guard entered your small cell and informed you of a visitor.
And it was her, even trough the heavy safety glasses she looked stunning. She looked guilty, dark eyes weighing her pretty face down. You were not allowed to receive any letters, but wrote her every day. Telling her you did no blame her or her sister. Tell her it was ok, that you were just happy she was save. It did not reach her it seemed. She was hurting, more than you. It tore your heart apart.
"I convinced my mother." she said to you. Her eyes piercing your gaze with an unknown severity. "I have found you a way out!"
You blinked. Stunned. There was literally nothing. Your judgment was as good as decided. You talked with your lawyer just earlier today. And you were guilty. Nothing could change that. And the futa nation was not pleasant to place to be a guilty woman in. "My mom talked with her lawyer today. And it would work. All you would have to say is…"
All eyes were on you. The judge had asked you something it seemed. You were lost in tought and must have missed it, replaying yesterday in your head. This was it. This was the moment that would define your life forever, no turning back. You cleared your throat. You never were good with groups of people, and now you were the sole point of attention in the room. You can feel your head start turning red. Blood filling your cheeks and you can start hearing your own heartbeat rushing trough your eyes in a thumping ebbing pulse.
"Your honor i am as guilty as i already declared myself before. I feel feel terrible for how i nearly tempted the Steel Families daughter to commit a crime. My guilt weights so deep on me, that I only see one way out. I need to repent towards the Steel family."
Here it came, nothing could protected you from a judgement serving as a breeder for at least 10 years. You would probably never see Jenny again. This was out of the question. You swallowed and continued "I know the Steel family matriarch has no partner or wife. So to repent my sins I will willingly become Susan Steel's wife, if she would have me."
A murmuring went trough the crowd. Something like this happened only in movies. No women ever would choose not to be in partnership as a citizen, but become a wife of her own accord. Stop being a citizen, a breeder still was a citizen, when the time ran out. Forgoing most of her legal rights forever, without any way but death do us part. The futa nation was strict in this regard, any futa or man could only have one wife at any moment. And to avoid disputes or jealousy the only way out was death of any of the partners. In case of Susan, her wife died about 10 years ago from cancer. This was the loophole that Jenny found.
Jenny talked to her mom for as long as it took. She confessed to her that we were not just friends giggling in her room together. That we were lesbians, as unpopular as this was in the nation. She convinced Susan to sacrifice to find a partner herself in the future. To bind her together with me. And in that way enable me and Jenny to live together, to live our love life in the safety of the Steel family home.
Towards the outside i would always have to play the part of a wife. But her mother agreed, maybe because she still remembers a time before the futa nation, or maybe because she still remembers her own love partner of her life.
"Silence! Silence." The white haired judge crowed. "I will not allow my court be disgraced. Anyone not quite will be removed." She oozed menace.
"Matriarch Susan Mallory Steel, Family household of the Steel family. I take it you know of this ploy. Do you agree to take this person as your wife." If words could cut me, i would need new clothes. The stare she shot towards me was burning.
Susan did not look my way, for most of the negation she was absent, today was the first day she was there, and she mostly faced forward stoically. "I herewith take this women 'Jenny Won' to be my legal wife, your honor. Thereby freeing her to be judged as a citizen. As her new legal owner i plan to take her home as soon as possible. Is there anything left to accomplish this your honor?"
Surprisingly the crone smiled. "I guess not. I really hope this girl knows what she just signed up for." After a quiet think she continued
"But I somehow smell a ruse. And this So i have a few stipulations of my own."
"I will announce the wife status to be temporary. After 3 Years this contract become void unless all participants, Mrs Steel, the Wive and Me agree to make it permanent. I would not like a proud futa women to have to bind herself to this trash here." With this she looked at me. What have i ever done to this women, apart from being gay, i sighted. But did the judge misjudge what was happening here somehow? This was even better. This meant you had a way out. After just 3 years. I guess the judge misjudged all this, as a ploy of you wanting to force yourself on Jenny's mother. Or some trickery by Susan. But she was so far off understanding a women, that she just made a grave mistake. She just could not understand your motivations and gave you a way out. You tried to best to not give yourself away. Keep looking ahead Jenny, just look and don't show anything.
"I will visit the Steel Family once every Week or have one of my attendants visit, to look over this unusual situation. If my doubt of foul play confirms, the contract will be annulled. And Jenny here will get apprehended by the Police and I myself will take her as wive" I silvered, the crone was looking me with her dead icy eyes. "And I will show her what i think of tricksters trying to fool the law." I felt despair grasping at me. Was it always so cold in this room.
"And I don't see any problems with the last point, since we are all proud citizens of the futa nation. I expect at least 1 child in the next 3 years. Or the same punishment as before will happen."
Chapter 3: Attached legal documents
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Attachments to legal case b092-123-3a3 - Marriage Certificate
I Susan Mallory Steel, Matriarch and Household head of the Steel family take the person previously known as Jenny Won as my wife.
-_ 05.02.2050-
Rights and duties of the wife are described in the following documents. There is no need for the wife to sign, as her new legal owner's signature will be enough, in her place.
1 .Punishments:
The Matron may punish the wife domestically in any way she seems fit.
Loud and long punishment is to be limited to private quarters. Laws of public order will be enforced as usual.
If the wife gravely offend a other free futanari or male that person can enforce adequate public punishment in front of said person in private quarters of said person.
Removal of any body modifications the house mother will have to pay for after the contract ends. This includes removal of implants and must happen at dedicated state of the art institutions.
For the usual tear and wear, like piercings or scars, see the below formula of expected wear and tear per time frame. Everything else will be billed.
2.Domestic Duties:
Any house mother chores, choice of garment, food plans or sexual activities can be enforced via punishment
There exists no legal concept of consent between the wife or her house mother. Sexual duties are will be allowed to be enforced by the in 1.Punishment described ways. The wife may revoke consent to any other parties besides the house mother at any time. All laws regarding consent will take place and are enforceable. A housemother can be be complicit to any violations of laws in this way.
Every 10th weekend, every 10th month for a full week, all wifely duties will be lifted. Though the house mother can stipulate contact rules and enforce a tracking device, that time can be spent in any way not violating said rules
3.Family Dutties:
It is duty of the wife to care for all of the house mother's children without any favoritism for her own children
The house mother may even stipulate rules to sexually take care of children above the age of consent. Laws of consent here specially only apply to the vagina of the wife.
Punishment deployed by children against the wife of the housemother must be explicitly permitted by the housemother herself before.
If not previously permitted, punishment from children to the wife happens the wife can enforce the housemother to punish the children in her presence. Time and punishment are to be decided by the housemother.
Chapter 4: The drive home
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I remember being so shook i wasn't even able to cry when saying my last words for a while to my mother and father. When there were no more words to be said we stood there, all silently thinking our own thoughts, when suddenly i was startled by a big hand subsiding on my shoulder.
"Don't worry Mr. and Mrs. Won, i will take good care of Lena's girlfriend here. For the legal reasons and to make it easier for all parties there will be no contact between our families. But rest assured, i will treat her as a normal family member in our household. I bet she will start to feel at home in no time. She already knows her way around from all those sleepovers with Lena. She is basically just moving in with her girlfriend and going to university will have to wait just 3 short years."
There was an uncomfortable silence in the air. You couldn't bear your parents thinking about what would have to happen, for you to be able to go to University in a few years. "Can we go? I'm really tired." you whispered without being able to face Lena's Mother. You didn't really know much about here beside that she was Lena's mother. Lena always called her 'mom', or the 'unfair bitch' or 'my totally chill mum' depending on the mood. She was a construction worker, called Susan. She was huge, at least 2 heads towering over you, had a short buzz cut of blonde hair and intelligent pretty eyes. She might have had a beautiful face, if not for her fat stature. You had seen some old family pictures were she was definitely hot, in some butch not your type, but unquestionably hot way. But that was long before she lost Lena's birth-mother to cancer and long before you had known her. Since you had known here she had a potbelly and was definitely obese overweight. with a double chin mounding in a non existent fat neck swallowed by fat bulges. But her arms and legs were muscled and showed her strength forged in hard backbreaking construction work.
You remember her firm hand never letting go of your shoulder. Guiding you gently but steadily to her car, some blue old muscle car you never bothered to learn the model number of. You felt all tension leaving you body and just sinking into the seat. Now you are just thoughtlessly sitting there, with closed eyes while she is driving to Lena's place.
No. You catch yourself. Your new place. Your home for the foreseeable future. She is whistling some tune you never heard before. You can start to smell a distinct smell wafting to your side. Because you were frequently at Lena's place you can tell it is that strong unpleasant musky smell, that you smelled every time you came by Susan's bedroom. And in those rare cases where Susan would hug you, you would always hold your breath. Knowing full well, that you might gag and embarrass yourself and Lena if you got to close to that smell. Without thinking you started to crank down the window and flop your head to the side, letting the wind flip trough your hair.
A short while later you noticed Susan pull down from the interstate to gas station with public toilets. Driving past the station the car came to a stop near the toilets. Still whistling Susan went out of the car and you closed your eyes again. You never were a fan of public toilets, but i guess people with dicks had it easier in that regard. A short while later you heard a knock on your door, all your tired eyes could see was the green muscle shirt Susan was wearing. Barely being able to contain her big bra less boobs at the top of your window.
"I don't have to go. And besides even if i had to, i wouldn't want to use on of those nasty public toilets anyway" you awkwardly said to the green tank top.
You could her a grumbling laughter "HoHo, HoHo… That is not It. Not at all, my child" You could hear say, while the door suddenly opened. Your head just having lost it's resting spot, your whole body tumbled into her fleshy, soft but unmovable body. There it was again, when you gasped, you made the mistake and breathed it all in. Her smell was overpowering and you started to cough and gag. Shame and hotness flooding your head, as you tried to jump back into the car.
"Now now." you heard her say, her strong fat fingers back on your shoulder. Like steel-pliers gripping you and pushing you against her potbelly. "Don't worry little one i know how strong your new Mommy smells. No shame in taking some time to get used to it. But you know, since we will have to live so close together, it is my duty to help you get used to it. So no opening any windows without asking Mommy for permission." You looked up to her face stunned. Her voice used some high pitched cutesy voice you never heard her use before. If it wasn't for her wide smiling face, her double chin smiling below her lips like to mock you, you think you might have misheard.
"Um Susan, can't i stay in Lena's room, then I'm sure it will all work out fine?" you whispered. Without any further words you were hoisted on top of Susan's shoulders. Totally stunned your body just froze, and when your dazzled self was back to being able to think again you were sitting in Susans lap on her side of the car.
"OK how do we do this best. Let me set some ground rules. I really want you to be a good girl. And not hurt my poor Lena. But don't you worry, i already made the perfect plan for that." You could here her words, but you you weren't sure you were understanding any word she said. She was the mother of your girlfriend, you already knew her for like 10 years, you were staying overnight every few weeks. Surely she was just saying all this to prank you. Your eyes glossed over and all you could hear was a loud flowing sound in your ears. This wasn't how how this was supposed to go.
Suddenly your head crashed into the side of the car door. You other ear exploding in pain. Dizzy you felt her sit you up again, did a car just drive into your car? And again you crashed into the side of the car, this time saw and felt a fat hand on your face. While pain exploded and your vision turned blurry. "Hey listen, what I'm saying now is important, afterwards you can go sleep. But listen careful now. If i have to repeat myself i get angry and you don't want to know what happens when i get angry." She lifted your torso back to a sitting position "Stop, please, please stop" was all you could cry, still seeing stars in your eyes, unable to even lift your arms. "Are you listening? If so call me Mama, Mother when you address me. And when referring to yourself you are my Daughter from now on: 'Jennifer Stone' my sweet darling adopted girl that out of her free will decided to forgo any of her legal rights and marry her mother because she was without a partner. And like good girls do, she wants what is best for her mother."
"If anyone asks you, this is who you are. And i mean ANYONE, is that clear. Only when Lena and you are alone, you are allowed to diverge from that story. I don't want no stories of me housing felons spreading in my neighborhood. Did i make myself clear?" she asked in a strict low voice, gone was any hint of a smile in her face. "Yes Mam" I said before thinking, her fleshy hand already rising, when i hastily stuttered "Yes Mommy. I'm Jennifer your daughter, please don't hurt your child."
My panicked body became like a doll, frozen in place, as her wide arms closed around me from both sides. "Why would i ever hurt you, my sweet child. Good girls only get punished when they misbehave. And i know you are gonna be a great girl." Again i smelled this monstrous smell. My eyes burning and my throat heaving and constricting while i involuntarily gagged.
"Did you know i did not shower for a full week, when i knew i was gonna get ownership of you today? I worked construction 8 to 17. I masturbated every day at least a few times. And do you know why? My sweet sweet baby girl?" here was that high pitched tone again, and that smiling double chin. I shoot my head, unable to form any coherent words, still fighting down the bile taste in my mouth. "It was because i wanted to show you and your sister Lena, without any room for doubt, that you are mine now. When we come home your sister Lena will have finished dinner for everyone. When i ask you of where your place is from now on you will will answer 'Wherever you want Mommy. But since i know you haven't showered in 1 week i better clean you cook.'"
I started to sob, tears flowing freely from my face. "Please Mommy. Not in front of Lena. I will be a good girl, but not in front of her. Please!". Her arms still hugging me from all sides, became totally aware how hot her body was. Her heavy belly pushing against my back, her arms trapping me in inescapable warmth. And something below, stirring, being even warmer than the rest of her body. Starting to protrude against my well defined bond tight.
Unconcerned she continued "And then move below the table. And you will use your inexperienced mouth to clean you off. You are on of those homosexuals aren't you. So i don't expect you to be experienced and be able to get me to cum. But i want my wife to totally understand her place. When i go to sleep tonight my dick will be totally clean."
With that i felt her hands taking my head and turning it around by force. I was forced to stretch my head uncomfortably up, to be able to look up into her menacing face. Her breath blowing directly into my face as she spoke "And if you do not do what i tell you. Or if you fail to clean me, my cock will end up clean anyway. I will throw you onto the dinner table and start to fuck you in your sweet little virgin vagina till i am spotless. I would hate to have Lena see that side of me, but i will have to punish you afterwards as well, and i take my duties as your mother and wife very serious. Is that clear baby girl."
You could feel her pat your head, then raise her arm. A flash of panic welled up in you, as you flinched and tried to shrink together begging "Please Mommy don't hurt me again, i understood. I want to be a good girl. Jennifer is gonna be your good little girl. Please don't make me show Lena. I'll do everything. Please. I can suck you now, but please leave Lena out of it."
Her arm stopped, keys jingling, as she stopped her hands on the engine. "Oh you don't understand your place, do you. But that's OK. This is my fault as much as yours. I was to nice to you, wasn't I."
At this point is was to much for you. Were before your eyes were running with tears and a you were silently sobbing quietly, now you were starting balling like a toddler. No coherent words, came out of your mouth, just unintelligible sounds. You found yourself heaved over her lap. Her legs so big, that one was basically enough to fold you over it, your outstretched arms just touching a bit of her other leg.
"Let it all out my sweet sweet child. The world is a unfair place and your new Mommy is gonna be really unfair and cruel to you. Just because i am strong and in power, and you are weak and have no power. But do not worry i will train you well."
She started to roughly rub your butt cheeks with one hand. Her other hand stroking your back gently. "When I'm done with you, you will love even the sadistic side of Mommy so much, that you will get wet when i start to hurt you. You will love your Mommy so much, you will want to stay with me, even after your time is up. You will love your Mommy so much, that you will beg me to do all those kinks to you, that Mommy did not find a partner for jet."
"Normally i would make you count along, but since i can see how hard all this is on you. Your Mommy will count for you today, OK baby girl?" Smack. You started howling. You and Lena tried some light kinky spanking once. Lena liked it a bit, you just found it silly. But this was different. There was no warming up here, no holding back. Smack. Smack. Two quick blows followed, rocking you forward into her wobbly thigh. But each time the hand on your back pushed you without remorse back into your starting position.
"You know Mommy is holding back for you. She wants everything to be perfect." Smack. Another blow. This time on the same spot the first one hit. It becomes hard to breathe in. Every powerful slap seemingly pushing all the air out of you.
"You know Mommy's favorite Kink honey?" Smack. You don't know, and you are not sure you will ever know, white spots starting to form on the edges of your Vision. It becomes harder and harder to stay conscious, a lack of air dulling everything, making you start to feel a blissful dizziness.
Smack!
Smack!
"Mommy loves incest." Smack, Smack. Who would have guessed. In your delirious feeling you nearly find this funny. You are starting to feel happy. Happy for Mommy that she found someone to play with.
"The other thing that Mommy loves more than anything else, is taking what is not hers. And making my own daughter a cuckhold…" She stops. You can feel her learning down to you, while turning your face towards her. Your noses touch. With an open mouth. It seems you started to drool. Spit mixing with a few tears drying on your face. You look at her. You start to get angry, the nice headless space you just nearly lost yourself into, starts to fade painfully away from you. Suddenly replaced by brutal pain on your whole lower back. And you start to hear her words clearer "The other thing i want to do is see Lena despair. As i punish you in front of her. As i make you lover fall in love with me. As i pump my babies into your belly."
Crystal clear panic starts to fill your head. Clearing out anything else. As adrenaline is rushing into your ravished body, you can hear her next words slowly, you can distinguish every vowel, every consonant her fat mouth makes as she gleefully breaths into your face "I will start by fucking you behind her back. Making her beg to spare you. Keep her hope up. And you will have to lie to her, or watch you whole world burn. You will be allowed to watch film with her and cuddle while having my cum in your tummy. I will make you my accomplice. She will see you degrade yourself in front of me, clean me, bath me, use your hand in front of her to pleasure me. As a good little wife should."
"And then" now your lips are nearly touching "only once you actually have fallen for me. Once you truly love me. And you beg me to fulfill my biggest with. I will fuck you in front of her. And everything she might suspect before, everything she will ignore before will push her into despair. So long did i have to wait for you my sweet love. I had to do it with myself, while i would listen to the wipers and giggles of you and that slut in the room next door. Whenever you were in the house it was hard for me to leave my room, so easy was it to get exited by accident. Rushing back to my room and masturbating again. Whenever you over my whole room smelled of nothing but cum." You are distracted by something rock hard pressing against you from below. A hard rod poking into your ribs. When she starts to kiss you like a possessed woman. Her tongue pushing into your mouth. There is no way to stop this force of nature. Her long organ fills you mouth, making breathing hard. Your nose stuffed from all the crying, making you have to breath around her tongue. Sucking her into your mouth even more, her smell, her taste, her essence. Without any haste she begins to conquer you mouth. Your teeth, your gums, no place stays unexplored. You try to instinctively push you tongue away from hers, seemingly only spurring her on, moaning into your mouth as she starts to play directly with your tongue. You begin to melt. You still hate her. Despise this woman being the one kissing you, but between your legs you for the first time today, you start to begin to feel that well known warmth. That warmth starting in your belly and spreading to your neck, your cheeks. You become aware how soft your lips feel against hers. How even though you still smell her musk, her mouth tastes nice, minty even. How your arm started to push against her strong frame, somehow ending up pushed against her sweaty under boob. On any other day you would have been envious of boobs so much bigger than you A cup. Today you cant think anymore, your mind just happy to have found something comprehensible, something known, something reminding you of Lena's boobs. You moan into her mouth and start kneading her left boob with your hand. Loosing yourself again. Currently nothing matters to you anymore. It doesn't matter who it is before you. You just want some good feelings, to distract you from all the dull pain and adrenaline rushing trough your body.
Your new found enthusiasm not lost on your partner, you can feel her head slightly moving back with a teasing deep moan. You feel your neck reaching it's limit, as you stretch your neck. Some primal instinct driving you towards those warm lips. Your eyes burning, seemingly having forgotten how to blink. Your eyes locked with those green eyes, they draw you in. Beautiful long eyelashes framing them. You see no wrinkles, the fat in her face making her look more your age, like someone you could consider your type. Even with no makeup those eyes are drawing you in, promising you something, if only you … "Please" you can hear your own voice mumble into her mouth. "p l e a s e" There it is again, who is this person talking in your voice. What is this person even asking for. You would not know. All you know is, how those burning eyes keep staring straight at you. Your previous enthusiasm completely wiped out, your neck and eyes burn red. Heat rushing trough your body in waves. Suddenly unable to endure this stare any second longer you press your face into your abusers chest.
At some point you must have started to rub your core against her. When kissing you seemingly crawled on top her leg. Without remembering how, you ended up straddled on her left leg. Your core pressing against her fat tights. When you push you head back, feeling heavy boobs doping from your head. Leaning back even more, you are nearly upset when you finally are able to see past her bulging gut, you see her jeans shorts a total mess. You might have peed on her, and it would have resulted in less of a mess.
"Oh someone made a mess down there." You can hear an amused voice chuckling over your head. Again your face, burning with shame, rushes into that soft spot on her warm chest. Just above her gut, pushing her contained breasts to the side and above your head.
"please make it stop Mommy. I can't take it anymore. I'm burning." you whisper into your fleshy prison of warmth. Luckily so quietly she can't have heard you. "please" you moan again, this time louder, while starting to kiss below her sternum.
And this time your new mother reacts to your plea: "Let Mommy take core of you baby girl." You feel her shuffling around, one arm leaving your back. You are clinging your arms around her gut. Hugging as hard as you can, clawing into her pants on the sides of her hip. Pressing your face into her chest like a possessed woman. "PLEASE" you moan again. Unable to form any more words any more, you hope she will understand you. You need to reach release somehow, your clothed mound humping her leg providing not enough to get you even close to the point you need to be at. Conflicted feelings of shame, vulnerability and primal excitement rushing and consuming your body. You know you could not look into her consuming pretty eyes right now. You would get lost in those green eyes with their long lashes.
You can hear her chuckling as she maneuvers around you. Her fleshy warm hand squeezing between you. Only grazing your chest in passing, it is still nearly enough to push you over some edge. You can hear you own bright voice moan. Then her big hand finds between your legs. Pressing against your dripping pants.
Her Thumb finds her way, coming to a stop. Pressing against your folds. You can feel your own heat against her hand. The drenched cloth of your pants not being of a barrier to stop you from feeling one of the most intimate touches of your life.
Her thumb starts slow circling motion against your folds. "Are you gonna be my good girl?", she asks in that high pitched voice again.
Her movements stop. You feel your core start a rocking motion by itself. Squirming your legs from left to right. Rubbing yourself against her hand. As far as your limited moving options at the moment allow for.
You wince, as you can feel her growl with her whole body, as your head still rests directly at her chest, mightily amplifying her booming voice: "Are you a good girl? This is your last chance!"
Like a spooked deer in the headlight your head looks up into her squinted face. "Mhhhhmmm" you try to communicate. "Yaaaahhh".
You blink stupefied. Your mouth seemingly unable to form whole words at the moment. "Mhhhhmmmm" you try again. Nodding your head along. Then squeezing your heating head back between her mighty chest. Escaping her staring eyes. "Giiirrrl" you try again. Muffling yourself, not even yourself sure she can hear you.
But it seems she is happy enough with your answer, her hand slowly starting again. Massaging your pussy lips with a strong grip. She uses so much force, it is nearly painful at times. At the apex of her circular motion. When she compresses your folds together, her whole hand grabbing you pelvis. Her thumb pushing down on your clitoris from above. You moan every squeeze of pain and pleasure equally.
Then the pressure slowly recedes. Her whole hand doing a circling motion. Rubbing against your core. At the lowest point of the repeating pattern she starts to move her still hand away from you. Your greedy hips answering her receding motion by pushing into her each time.
Because of the ebbing flow, you never seem to be able to get close to your destination. The release your body needs so much right now, always a few steps away.
"You are gonna be my good girl. You have no choice in it. I will form you as the perfect vessel for myself. But i hope you resist me for a bit. I want to break you in. I want your defying me, giving Lena hope till in then end. And that is sure as day, you will become mine. And only mine…"
Words, time, all those insignificant things have long faded away from your consciousness. All you feel is the ebbing flood swelling inside you. A flood that threatens to sweep everything away with it. A torrent as you have never experienced it before."Call me Mommy and you my come, my sweet sweet daughter. I will show you what beeing a good girl will earn you." Her dripping hand stopped all of it's movement.
"Pleeesss mommy, pllllsssee" you can your own needy voice babble. "Mhhhmmmy" you push into against her warm hand. Looking up, your teary eyes pleadingly searing her stoic face.
"Open your mouth for mommy." you her her say in that high pitched voice again. "Good girls say aaaahhh"
Nearly imitatively you comply. Pushing your head into your neck aiming up with open mouth. Hoping for a kiss from your mommy."And leave it open if you want to cum for me today" You hear her say, as her hand furiously starts to rub against your core. No more pulling away from you.
You can start to feel the flood starting again, forming in your belly, pushing trough your whole body, heating up your face and lower body.
"Chhthck." you can hear a disgusting sound, as she pulls up her nose and quickly spits into your open mouth, before you have any chance to react.
You feel yourself whimper with open mouth, spit running down your nose, where her glob seems to have missed your moth and mostly hit your wet face.
But like a good girl should you keep your mouth open, her hand rewarding you by rushing you towards an o so necessary release. You lower body finding a rhythm. Working together with her hand, pressing yourself against her. Rolling your hips arround her hands, amplifying the motion against your burning hot folds.This time you know it is coming and don't even flinch. This time a runny, watery, string of spit slowly running into your open mouth. Connecting you together. Binding yourself to her, it seems. The moment stretching into infinity, as you can feel all you need is just a tiny push more. Then the torrent will be released. And you will burst open. "Come for me bitch" You hear, then you see stars, as her free hand backhanded you, flinging your face to one side. Before you can fully register, your cheek burns on the other side of your face. Your head bobbing back to the other side.You explode. It is if nothing matters anymore. Your brain is unable to process anything, remember anything, make any coherent thought. All that remains is pleasure. Burning every nerve receptor in your system. Pleasure rushing so deeply trough your body that you loose all motor control. Your limp arms and body limply falling against her warm, fleshy body. A tremor starting in your left food, running up your whole body, shaking you. Pushing all air out of your lungs, as you whole body constricts in pleasure.
When you open your eyes again, you are not sure how long, you were out. But you know you lost some time. You are still pressed against her warm body, but a seat belt binds the two of you together. The car is running, idling quietly. Her hand petting your head you can hear her wisper: "Wake up sleeping beauty, were home. Time to greet your sisters."