Deliver some news

"Why are you crying?" you ask mockingly knowing that there can be no answer. You are about to reunite with your sister, a fine **** of mine." All Jessica knows is that Kate disappeared a year ago and she seems to believe you as her eyes look around as if trying to find her sister in this room of pleasure. "No, no... she has no need to be there, she is already an obedient slut. You will become one only... in a few months?" if someone asked you several days ago if you are even into such intense BDSM stuff, your answer would be a confident no. But now you can't wait to start the training. For a brief second, you even consider that Ava might have changed your preferences... but even if so, it feels like a good change.

Jessica twists, your fingers still in her pussy, in a vain attempt to resist a further invasion. As your fingertips find her hymen, you lick your lips imagining what will happen later, but rushing it won't help at all. Anticipation of **** must be worse, and more damaging to the mental stability of your victim than a simple quick **** fuck.

You have little knowledge about training sex slaves (after all it wasn't really your thing) but your initial idea of breaking before sculpting seems logical. Should you strip her of human dignity, reduce her to a piece of fuckmeat, then she'll see the status of a **** as an improvement, as a way upwards. Her lack of prior sexual experience should also make it easier to mold and shape her.

You yank fingers out and wipe them against her face (not that there was any juice on them but that's beside the point). You almost moan as your hand feels the moistness of her tears and the smoothness of her young skin. She has no makeup but it is not like she needs it anyway. The glasses seem to enhance her scared eyes, giving them slightly more glow so you decide to keep them on, at least for now.

Jessica's young breasts move up and down rapidly thanks to the panicked state of your daughter. The white fabric of the bra creates a certain... innocent look that matches with her shy personality. Your eyes linger on the sight, fear is as good in making nipples hard as arousal is. You bring your mouth close and bite one of them through the cotton fabric of a cup. A gasp, muffled by the gag, escapes your daughter's lips as it must be quite painful even if the bite isn't really hard and a layer of cloth does offer some protection.

"Kate have you beaten in this department," you mock her while bringing your head back to face the bound girl. "Her milkers are something..." you close your eyes in a fake bliss and make a pause doing an inhale, "...yours are not. But they are serviceable. After all, it is your tight holes I am after, not some beauty you clearly lack." Of course, you don't think that Jessica is not stunning, it is just a part of the degradation game.

Your arousal grows together with your daughter's fear and desperation. Her slender legs, spread enough for easy access to her virgin pussy, tremble in the shackles, her reliably secured hands are balled into fists and her head is now lowered. Tear after tear falls on her white bra and the floor underneath. The gag muffles her pleas but doesn't completely cut them, words are incomprehensible but the tone is clear enough.

She is yours to be taken right now but there are other possibilities. You can continue the foreplay of degradation and humiliation, using both your words, hands, and possibly even some of the stuff present in this room. (which you didn't even explore yet) or you can just leave, keeping her here bound for hours and letting her cry until she passes out. Or you can even change the strategy and turn on a 'good cop' mode. Or... Only you decide how to train your **** from now on.