"FUCK MEEEEEEEE!"

You can't fight it any longer, not that you could call being double decker dicked by Daisy while you sissygasm and spurt 'fighting it' either. So why bother trying to resist the irresistible? You had to have your little taste, now you realize to late that once you get popped, you can't stop.

"Yessss, that's a NNGH good mommy! As long as you realize your OOH bratty bimboi daughter is the one that really AAH wears the boyshorts in the relationship, you can call yourself MOAN Mommy all you like. In fact, it kind makes it OOH hotter for me to pretend I'm putting my NNH slutty NNG sissy NNF mommy in her place, so let's keep up the charade." You just nod dumbly, tongue lolling and drooling all over yourself. Jaime, for her part, doesn't seem to mind being the 'little sister' as long as she can keep being used like a living strap on and cumming out what little brains she has left.

You are made of tougher stuff, but that just means there's enough of the old you clattering around to regret the awful mistakes you've made that have led you to the most degrading moment of your life, and also the most pleasurable. You feel the tautness in your muscles, begging to be used to push off the sissies fucking you into an insentient fuck beast. You could fight them, physically at least. That's the worst part. Knowing deep down that you are stronger than them, just not where it counts.

"Guh good girl. Puh PANT punish muh MOAN mommeeeEEEEEEE!" Daisy laughs demonically and Jaime gurgles even more incoherently than you and your dommy daughter keeps pounding away at you until you are too dick dumb to even beg for more. By the time she fills the flame haired fuck doll you are both too spent to spurt and simply collapse in a happy heap on the floor.

"Sigh, my slutty lil' sissyter and naughty mommy sure did make a mess. I'm sure you both remember how to clean it up..." you shoot her the same dirty looks she was firing your way earlier tonight and burn with the same blush of tormented lust she carried too. You don't talk back however, knowing she can punish you too cruelly if you push back too hard. All she would have to do is stop humiliating you, stop torturing you, stop punishing you. Anything short of the hateful Heaven she just plunged you into will feel like Hell in comparison.

So you begin to kiss your sissy 'daughter' clean, and she does the same for you. There is still enough left of you inside to dread what your new 'family' dynamic will look like, but not enough not to shiver in anticipation at the thought of it.