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Chapter 21 - Laura and Kyla Perform
Cheryl could barely believe that her mom was a scum-sucking whore, but the irrefutable evidence was in front of her eyes.
Sheik Rashid didn't like long blah-blah-blah conversations with his fucksluts. Instead of yakking tediously with them, his code of imperious fingersnaps commanded them like fucking animals. Ilsa explained his fingersnap code to Laura as she removed Laura's leather strap outfit. She put Laura through it a few times until Laura was performing like an old pro.
Then she turned Laura over to the Sheik.
Strapped naked in a chair, daughter Cheryl's pretty head was gripped between two large padded clamps. Her eyelids were propped wide open by small rounded hooks hooked underneath them attached to a small stretching frame. Daughter Cheryl had no choice but to stare at the screen with drying, aching eyeballs. The TV monitor in front of her was connected via an encrypted satellite link to the Sheik's jet over the Atlantic. She watched in burning shame and utter horror as Sheik Rashid commanded her nude mother like a circus animal.
Earlier, she had watched on the hidden cameras while her mother, under no coercion whatever, had dressed herself in a shamefully slutty leather strap outfit, flirted playfully with the perverted monster and volunteered to service him as his personal high paid whore. Hearing her mom ask coolly about how many guys she had to fuck had shocked Cheryl to the core. She had watched incredulously while her mom eagerly learned the fingersnap code, practising it with Ilsa until she could assume each denigrating posture perfectly on command.
Cheryl's eyes were bright with tears as she watched her lovely and once respected mom humiliate herself for money.
Rashid snapped once (= on your knees, bitch).
Stark naked except for black strap-on fuck-me pumps and a studded leather slave collar, Laura immediately dropped to her knees. Laura knelt, head up straight, eyes cast down submissively. She spread her legs wide, exposing her genitals shamelessly. She clasped her hands together behind her back, pulled in her elbows and arched her back, so that her big bare breasts were thrust brazenly forward. She held that pose while the Sheik walked around her slowly, inspecting her flawless physique from all angles.
Rashid snapped twice (= lean back and show everyone your tits).
Laura immediately leaned back and placed her hands face down on floor, shamelessly presenting her big bare breasts with the nipples still a bit raw and swollen from the nipple clamps. Her smoothly muscled tummy flexed delightfully as she spread her lovely legs wide to fully expose her smooth bare slit.
Rashid snapped three times (= get on all fours like a fucking dog).
Laura leant forward, her head up. She kept her eyes submissively down. She placed her hands flat on the floor in front of her, exposing her naked back and glorious ass, legs parted to make her tight snapping pussy available for fondling or fucking or any penetration her Master desired.
Two fast snaps (= ready your mouth for use, whore).
Laura obediently opened her mouth wide, keeping her lips round and covering her teeth, ready to encircle a cock, a ball gag or whatever Rashid desired to ram into it.
Very few children like to see their parents fuck or, in this case, get fucked, much less watch them eagerly prostitute themselves to depraved perverts. Deeply traumatized, Cheryl could hardly bear to watch as Cheryl's hated captor fed lovely Laura his dick and her mom deep-throated him with the well-practiced ease of a professional mouth whore. It was obvious to Cheryl that her mom had performed this obscene act this many times before. It was a trick that had taken Cheryl an eyeball popping long time to learn, studying reluctantly at the hands (and dick) of Wartface, brutal lessons punctuated with much gagging, hard face slaps and copious tears.
Her mom the goddam whore did it effortlessly. Cheryl knew that someone had to have broken her in. Cheryl didn't even begin to suspect that it had been her dear ole horndog dad. He hadn't been the most faithful of Laura's ex-husbands, but he was the first and certainly the most sexually knowledgeable, turning lovely Laura into prime fuckmeat. There is a carnal aura to a woman who has been fucked frequently; a hot-holed bed beast whose every orifice has lots of frequent flyer miles. When hard humping husband number one was finished with her, Laura definitely radiated sexuality. Men were always hitting on her after that.
Cheryl watched as Rashid grabbed Laura's pretty head and pumped in and out, face-fucking her mom. He rammed his dick as far into her open throat as possible, his smoothly shaven scrotum banging against Laura's chin with each full penetration. Her mom moaned ecstatically with each thrust although it was hard for Cheryl to conceive what possible enjoyment she could derive from this.
At the last instant before orgasm, Rashid withdrew. He came insolently in her mom's face, spurting thick strings of sticky semen over Laura's heartbreakingly beautiful high-cheekboned features and into her golden hair.
Laura made a move to wipe it off and Rashid instantly raised a warning finger. She allowed her arm to drop back to her side. He snapped once and Laura resumed the first position, kneeling, shapely legs spread, exposing herself, her slim hands clasped together behind her back, his cum dripping down her lovely face onto her perfect tits.
If this was how her mom made her money, Cheryl didn't think that it could get any worse. She was, of course, being foolishly optimistic. Her brazen, utterly shameless mom could, and would, stoop a lot lower, but first an even more appalling abomination was to be revealed to her reeling mind.
Another television monitor flickered to life next to the first and a deeply horrified, profoundly shocked Cheryl watched her baby sister eagerly preparing to help Mistress Gretchen by torturing someone that she obviously knew. Even worse, it was very apparent that young Kyla was aware of the cameras and was flirting and posing shamelessly for them.
She watched as Kyla winked cheerfully at Mistress Gretchen. Kyla's naked nipples brushed lightly against the front of Gretchen's black leather pantsuit as Mistress Gretchen kissed Kyla on both cheeks and wished her well. Kyla thought this was very European, quite cosmopolitan. She turned, grinning wickedly, towards her helplessly bound pain pig.
Kyla put on a policeman's hat and sauntered up to her victim. Gretchen's video camera captured her bare tits and naked buttocks as she moved in on her pet pain pig with the feline grace of a jungle cat moving in for the kill. Kyla grinned ferally and adjusted the visor of her hat. Her beautiful features hardened. She stared coldly into her horrified prey's frantic eyes.
"You're my bitch now and I'm going to make you scream high and hard."
It seemed to a shell-shocked Cheryl that her whore mother had turned her baby sister into an utterly depraved sexual monster. She felt burning guilt for bringing her family to the Sheik's attention and an even deeper shame that she could be related to two such perverted, sleazy sluts.
Kyla's victim was spread-eagled in mid-air, her wrists and ankles tethered to the rim of a large steel circle that moved on a pivot between two pillars. Kyla could spin her victim upside down or right side up by spinning the steel circle. Pulling on a lever by one of the pillars locked it in position. Pushing the lever released the brake and the steel circle could then be spun to any new position desired.
A huge red ball gag stretched Candance's mouth achingly wide, which meant that she could only stare at Kyla in whimpering terror. The school secretary's high-paying summer job as an attendant on a non-existent airline lasted no longer than it took Sheik Rashid's private jet to take off. After that, the Sheik's Nubian guards had shown up and sparked their electric prods in front of her face. They quickly persuaded a terrified Candance of the dubious proposition that it was in her best interests to be spread-eagled on a torture wheel. Never a brave girl, she had capitulated completely as they fitted her wrists and ankles with leather cuffs, lifted her up, bound her to the wheel, forced the bright red ball gag between her lips and buckled it in place behind her head. They wheeled out a table of torture implements for her to look at and think about while she awaited her fate.
The table of implements was placed conveniently for Kyla's use. A cloth covered the last implement that would be used so that it would come as a complete surprise for both the victim and perverted viewers of the video.
Kyla picked up a box of matches. She dramatically held the box an inch from Candance's desperate face, pulled out a match and struck it. It flared to life, its flame reflecting in her victim's wide-open eyes. Kyla lit a large candle on the table of implements. It took a bit longer to light than a normal candle and burned much brighter with a bigger-than-normal flame.
"This is a very special candle, Candy. I'll tell you all about it later, but if you like being hurt, rest assured that it will do a superb job, much better than the average candle. In the meantime, let's let it burn a bit. That's part of the process. I'll explain that in a bit too. In the meantime, what have I told you about that defective fashion sense of yours?"
The school secretary was wearing a Goth outfit: a black spaghetti strap top with a knee-length black dress, shiny black patent leather high-heeled boots and black fishnet stockings held up by a garter belt. A choker of stainless steel rings joined by short black leather straps encircled her pale white throat. It was her sexy outfit for partying at the clubs.
Kyla spoke in a taunting syrupy voice, dripping venom.
"Don't you think that you're a bit over-dressed for the occasion, Goth-girl? I mean I'm standing here with my bare tits hanging out! Gretchen is busy getting a lot of crotch shots of my naked cunt between my obligingly spread legs. Here you are all covered up. What's the matter? Don't you think that you can compete?"
There was a sound like a pistol shot as Kyla slapped her hard. Candance's head snapped sideways. Her shoulder length brunette hair flew and her cheek flamed a bright red. It stung and she had a low threshold of pain. Her green eyes glistened with tears.
"Hey, short stuff, look up and stare me in the tits when I talk to you."
Statuesque Kyla pinched each of Candance's nipples hard through her black top and lifted energetically. Since Candance was tied firmly in place only her breasts stretched painfully upwards. As a consequence, her mashed nipples burned and her stretched tits ached. Candance squealed like a scared little piggy, her tear-stained face flaming.
"What's the matter, pain pig? Don't you like playing purple nurple?"
Candance shook her head. Candance squealed and moaned frantically into the gag. She looked desperately eager to communicate something.
"The next thing you're going to try to tell me is that you're not a painslut!"
Candance nodded enthusiastic agreement, her green eyes bright with hope.
"What a dirty little liar you are!"
Candance looked at her pleadingly and whimpered pathetically like a sad little puppy. Kyla relented playfully.
"OK, if you never lie, tell me: did Charlene get you to change my schedule?"
Snuffling, her up-stretched tits on fire, hoping that the truth would set her free, Candance slowly nodded yes.
Kyla's eyes hardened and Candance, too late, realized her mistake.
If you are guilty, the truth never sets you free.
"I knew it!"
Giving Candance's tightly pinched nipples a last savage twist, Kyla released them and picked up a pair of scissors from her implement table. Oddly shaped, they were bent at an angle, had a rounded tip instead of a pointed one and had a flat metal disk on the bottom of the lower blade.
"Like the candle, these are very special scissors. They're called crash scissors. They're specially designed to smoothly cut the clothing from a victim. The blade is razor sharp high quality steel. The flat metal disk fastened to the bottom blade is to let it glide over your flesh as I slice away your clothes. The rounded end prevents any unintended puncturing of your skin. The handles are angled for my convenience, to prevent my hand from banging into you when I cut."
With the scissors shut, she ran the cool blade over Candance's hot flaming face. Candance flinched back as Kyla suddenly snipped the air violently, the razor sharp blades snapping viciously a fraction of an inch from Candance's nose.
"Just because they're designed to be 'safe' doesn't mean that I couldn't use them to snip off the tip of your nose to make you look like a pig or to clip off your ears to turn you into a hideous freak."
Kyla laughed in her horrified face.
"Before we get down to making you scream, my little pain piglet, I'm going to snip off your clothes. That way everyone can see which of us is prime pussy and who's coming in a poor second. It also gives me complete access to the most sensitive, private portions of your anatomy, which will be a huge help in making you scream. Of course, bound helplessly, with your legs spread and your cunt hanging out, you're rape meat as well. Several over-endowed perverts are waiting in the wings to open you up in every way possible, raping over whatever is left of you when I'm finished this intimate little exercise in agony."
She snipped the crash scissors with malicious glee.
"Let's get you stripped for action and see what you have to offer."
Kyla snipped her spaghetti straps and opened the scissors wide. She inserted the bottom blade down Candance's cleavage and paused dramatically. Candance felt the cool metal pressing against the bare skin of her panting chest.
"We'll start with exposing your tits. First question: are they real or is it a padded bra?"
Kyla began to snip and rip.
In another room, it was time for lovely Laura to continue work earning a big shiny diamond. Snuffling hysterically, barely able to see through her tears, daughter Cheryl watched as her mother the whore stooped to unspeakable depravity.
Sheik Rashid pointed at a bucket on the floor and gave three fast snaps (= fucksquat).
Laura immediately assumed the fucksquat position. She squatted down like she was about to squeeze a turd into the bucket, knees spread wide to expose her smooth shaven fuckhole and wrinkled brown shithole, back arched, big bare breasts up and out, head straight, her hands clasped together behind her back and eyes cast down submissively, not worthy to look upon Sheik Rashid, her new Lord and Master.
She winced as he reached between her parted thighs and flicked the front of her slit with his fingers, indicating what he wanted in the bucket. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers contemptuously an inch from her face.
Urine spurted from between her shapely legs and Laura, pink faced, peed like a dog. Her urine spattered with a humiliatingly loud noise into the empty metal bucket. Rashid snapped his fingers arrogantly in her flushed face again and, with a visible effort, she clamped down and shut off the flow of urine.
Off, on, off, on¡ with every insolent, commanding snap of his fingers in her beautiful face, Laura either obediently peed or stopped peeing until her bladder was drained.
Even the method of paying his new whore was an exercise in degradation.
Rashid snapped his fingers four times (= bend over and spread your legs, slut), paused a beat and then gave two more snaps (1 following snap = show the pink, 2 following snaps = show the brown).
Laura stood. She spread her legs wide, bent over and reached behind her. Cupping her buns in her long slim fingers, she pulled her smooth, rounded butt cheeks apart, fully exposing the wrinkled brown rosette of her anus.
The Sheik picked up what looked like a slim pool cue. He selected a large, brilliantly flashing diamond from a small, but dazzling mound of large diamonds and held it on front of Laura's pink face.
"Nice big diamond isn't it, whore?"
Laura nodded. As Rashid's fuckslut, she was allowed to speak in response to a direct question or when given permission, which she understood would be rare.
"Yes, sir!"
He fitted the diamond into a hollow at the tip of the cue. A servant stepped forward, greased up the diamond and the pool cue with Vaseline and stepped back.
Laura drew in her breath sharply, bracing herself. Her bare boobs quivered as Rashid slipped the greased cue up her ass. He buried the diamond deep in her shit chute and smoothly removed the cue. Her dangling breasts shook as Laura sucked in a huge calming breath. Rashid handed the shit-streaked cue to a servant to be cleaned.
He snapped his fingers once.
Laura dropped submissively to her knees - head up, eyes humbly down, legs spread, hands behind her back. Rashid gave the naked tits of his panting, pink-faced whore a friendly squeeze.
"Very good! Go, shower off and put on that black leather miniskirt outfit. Understand, slut?"
"Yes, sir!"
The Sheik left the room. Laura scurried gratefully to her change room.
Cheryl watched in horrified revulsion at the image revealed by the hidden fibre optic camera. Before her very eyes, her mother the sleazy whore laid out a pattern of toilet paper on the bathroom floor, squatted down over it and squeezed out a long turd.
It was here that life experience marked them apart. The mother of two was much more comfortable sorting through shit than either of her daughters were. A hands-on mother, Laura had changed lots of ripe, steaming diapers and wiped filthy feculent baby bums many times, in addition to mopping up an ocean of pee. To Laura, finding a diamond in a neatly squeezed out turd was distasteful but easily accomplished.
Cheryl, on the other hand, was absolutely disgusted as she watched her lowlife gutterslut mother snuffling through her own shit and picking out the diamond with her long fingernails. Laura took the diamond to the sink, washed it carefully with a bit of liquid soap and placed it on the counter. She knelt down, wrapped up the turd with the surrounding toilet paper and flushed it away. Laura wiped her bum and washed her hands thoroughly, brushing carefully under her fingernails with a fingernail brush. She daintily squirted a bit of deodorant/disinfectant around the bathroom to freshen things up.
Pulling a jeweller's loupe from her purse, Laura inspected the large diamond with evident satisfaction. She saved the diamond carefully in a small leather bag that she had purchased for that express purpose and put it in her purse.
Laura paused, took several deep breaths and steeled her soul, telling herself, as mothers will, that she was doing it for the children. They were all on easy street as long as she could tough it out. If this was as bad as it got, she could handle it, just barely.
Even when down on her luck, a hitherto spoiled and pampered princess never believes until much too late that really bad things can happen to her. Before the end of the day, lovely Laura would be a deeply traumatised beauty, broken completely, her soul shattered, changed forever.
Laura stepped into the shower, turned on the water as hot as she could stand it and spent a long time in the steam scrubbing herself squeaky clean.
She felt very dirty indeed.
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