Enma snaps

Emma hated the fact that his eyes wouldn't leave her naked body, so she snapped, "TO MY ROOM!" She shouted back at Tom.

If she hadn't snapped, Tom wouldn't have thought twice about letting her go to her room. Her room was the first door up the stairs and was all wood floor to get there. So it would be easy to clean later if she did drip again.

But her anger drew out his rage as his eyes scanned her body. The red irritation on her tit from when he yanked on it as he came inside her, the visible hand print of her toned ass, the cum that dripped down her leg, and the fact that she couldn't walk straight were all signs of a slut and a whore. The room that she was waddling off to was a room he had built for his daughter, a daughter that certainly wasn't any of those things. "You have no room here, you greedy bitch!"

Confusion overtook her anger as Emma stuttered, "But... But, But you said."

Tom cuts her off. "I said I wouldn't throw you out. That doesn't mean I am going to let a slut like you into my beloved daughter's room. The room upstairs will be waiting for my real daughter when you deliver me one."

Tom looked at the two confused women. "From now on, you will not be allowed upstairs unless I bring you there..... And when I don't, you sluts will sleep in the basement!"

Only then does Heather realize how twisted what she had done made Tom. In his mind, there were two of each of them. The one he kissed goodbye before leaving for work and the one he was seeing now.

In a panic, Emma shouted, "But what about my clothes?!?" Heather regretted not shutting her daughter up sooner as she knew whatever came next would only make their lives worse.

Tom pauses for a second as he remembers all the good times he had spent with his daughter, and he would sooner die than have this woman ruin those memories by wearing those clothes. "Cum sluts don't wear the type of clothes in there." he had only heard the phrase 'cum

Sluts’ once in his life, but it felt right calling them that as he locked his daughter's bedroom before going into his room and slamming the door.

Without him in the room, Emma quickly turns to her mom." Mom, what are we going to do now?"

Realizing that they are probably the only 'normal clothes' she going to have for a long, Heather gathers her things as she says, "Whatever he wants us to do, at least until he calms down."

Emma: "How long is that going to take."

Heather finally had enough and slammed her fist. "EMMA. I have known your father for a long time, and I have never seen him like this. Our only hope is that he calms down if we give him exactly what he wants."

Tom came back down. "I have decided to let the two of you live in the basement as long as you do what I say and until you both get pregnant.....You will not be allowed to leave the house, but that is probably best for you; who knows what those perverts out there will do if they see a couple of sluts with such a low SR?"

Emma thought this was worse than prison, but for the last couple of weeks, she had heard scary stories of what was done to women with low SR, and there was no way she wanted that to happen to herself than she would rather do as Tom said and stay safe.

Tom led them to the unfinished basement, and as they walked, both Heather and Emma felt the sticky cum run down their legs.

Emma had always hated the basement; it was full of old things that her parents couldn't get themselves to throw out, and now it was also the new home of her mother and her.

Tom allowed them to put a few blankets on the concrete floor so they wouldn't have to sleep directly on the cold floor.

Then Tom looked at Heather and said, "Give me those clothes...... you are not allowed to wear any clothes around the house unless I pick them out for you."

Before Tom left the basement, he looked at his two slaves. "I expect breakfast to be ready at 06.00." Then he left without another word.

As soon as Tom had gone to bed, Emma walked to the bathroom to clean off the sticky cum that was still dripping from her pussy, but to her horror, the bathroom door was locked, and she knew that she would have to sleep with her pussy full of cum, just like her mother.

Sleep came hard to both Emma and Heather as the cold, hard floor did little to comfort them, and even the brief dreams did not allow them to escape this nightmare.

At 5:15, after only getting 45 minutes of sleep all night, Heather rows over and stirs Emma, "Honey, we have to get up."

Emma rolls over in order to hide her naked tits from her mother. "Do we have to? I didn't sleep well."

Heather tried to hide her own tiredness from her daughter's shake. "I'm sorry, but yes. Tom told us to have breakfast ready, so he will get pissed if it isn't."

Emma eventually agrees and walks up to the kitchen with her mother and starts cooking.

Promptly at six, Tom walks into the kitchen, looking so joyful. "Morning sluts.... did you sleep well?" He did not get any reply.

He sat down at the table. "Come stand in front of the table..... I want a good look at my two cumdumpsters."

Emma and Heather walked in front of the table.

"Now spread your legs."

Both women parted their legs so that Tom could inspect them while he was eating his breakfast.

"You know it looks kind of messy with all that dried cum....why don't you get into a 69 on the floor and clean each other up..... that way, I can also get some entertainment while I eat my breakfast."

Tom almost laughed as he saw Emma and Heather's shocked faces. They did not say anything and did not move as if his words had made them freeze.

He had to be joking, Heather thought to herself. There was no way that the man she had known and loved for so many years would **** her to do such a disgusting task, but the cruel smile on his face told her that he was dead serious.

"Well, get to it, or I will remove so many SR points from you that even the homeless junkies can order you around after I kick you out."

"But she is my daug.." Heather did not get to finish before Tom shouted, "Yes, she is YOUR daughter, not mine.... now get to it."

'Oh my, wow....he is serious.' Heather thought to herself. She turned to her daughter, who was still in shock. "We need to do this," she said quietly to Emma and helped her daughter down to the floor. She glanced at Tom, who sat by the table with a snug smile on his face.

Finally, Emma starts to realize what she needs to do, and the two women get into positions.

Heather was the first to put her tongue to the stale cum on her daughter's leg, and she gagged immediately, but after steadying herself, she continued. Soon, Heather also felt her daughter's tongue on her thigh.

Tom got up from his chair and walked over to the women. He bent down and started taking pictures.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Emma shouted as she saw the phone.

Tom just answered, "Any damn thing I want.... now get back to work, so I can get some good closeups.... and don't forget to get that tongue all the way inside that old cunt..... I don't want my fuckholes dirty."

When Tom was satisfied that both Heather and Emma were clean, he told Heather to go clean the table while he had some morning fun with Emma.

Tom almost dragged Emma into the living room and threw her on the sofa. Because of the mother/daughter lesbian show that he had just witnessed, his cock was already hard. Without much foreplay, he entered Emma, she was just as tight as he remembered from the night before, and it didn't take long before he filled her pussy with his cum one more time.

After Tom had pulled out of his young sex toy, he grabbed Emma's legs and arranged her so that her legs hung over the side of the sofa and her pussy pointed towards the ceiling.

"I want you to stay like this for the next hour; that way, we minimize the risk of my precious cum escaping your fertile young cunt and maximize the chance of you getting pregnant." Tom smiled down at the distressed teenager.

Emma felt revolted by the thought of her father's sticky cum inside her womb, but by now, she knew better than to object, allowing him to continue uninterrupted "And after your sure that your womb is nice and full of my seed, I want you to fill your stomach with my sead as will my licking up every drop of dry cum from last night. Oh, and before you get any smart ideas, I need to tell you that while you slept in the basement, I used the night to install cameras all over the house; some of them are hidden while others are in plain sight, but I will know everything you do while I'm not around."

This was a bluff; there was no possible way he could have secured enough cameras to cover the whole house and install them in one night, let alone without them hearing, but he wanted to see if they were sacred enough to believe it.

Emma's eyes darted across the floor at the countless cum spots; in a state of panic and disgust, she asked, "Can mom help?"

Tom answered by reaching out and grabbing a fist full of Heather's hair. "No, Since this bitch loves going to see my boss so much, I figure she should go see him with me."

Heather squealed in pain from her hair being pulled. "Naked!?!"

Tom laughed. "Of course, naked. He has probably seen you that way more than me anyway, so it should be either one of you."

Then Tom left for work.