Feed Her Daughter

George leaned over and whispered for some time into Catherine's ear in the quiet night. Michelle slowly started to shiver in the cold, the air from the window causing her small breasts to from a reaction. The hardening nipples drew the eye of George as he turned to leave.

Walking by he said, “Blessed be this day, the advent of the church of repentance, in these final years on this terrible earth. Your mother, our most holy Saint, will chart a course of correction in this world that we have only dreamed of. And you,” he deliberately reached out and tweaked a nipple, “are but the first convert in that long missionary expedition.”

Turning at the bedroom door he said over his shoulder, “Once you can move dear, the book will serve as a diary of sorts. The collars on your family are of course replicable, but more importantly are tied to your garments. You shall be obeyed in all things. In the spare room of your house, we have various resources and rituals staged that you may find beneficial. And we remain ready to serve at moment’s notice, simply reach out via phone and we will obtain whatever you require.”

“Remember, first the house, then the neighborhood, then the state, then the nation, then the world.”

As the plain clock on the wall ticked over Catherine slowly found herself able to stir.

Sitting up carefully, hands splaying behind her, she swung herself onto the side of the bed, legs spreading wide, and shaking from physical strain she slowly stood unsteadily on the wooden floor. Her bare feet pressing down on the freezing surface.

“Fracking lunatic. What an insane piece of sheet.”

Pausing she said, “Why can’t I curse? Sheet, cork, fork. What the fork.”

Shaking her head, she stared down at her still paralyzed daughter.

“Don’t worry Michelle, that crazy fanatic is just wrong. I’m still your mother, and I won’t let anything happen to you,” Catherine stated before leaning down and hugging the still girl. Chin pressed tight against her dread locks.

Standing shaking she said, “Black people may be inferior like he said, but they just need some correction.”

Catherine blithely ignored her adopted daughter’s shocked look, “Don’t give me that dear. I don’t know how we haven’t covered this before; sure, you may be on the gymnastics team. Sure, you may be on of the top students, but how much effort have you had to put into that?”

“No, no longer. You’re my daughter, and I love you, but it’s clear to me that we need to get you more in touch with your ancestry. I’ve led you astray and I’ll own up to that. None of this studying, that’s not needed, none of these ridiculous gymnastics, sure you should be in shape, but this is just the wrong shape. Entirely!”

Catherine gestured in disgust to her thin, athletic form.

“I knew your mother before she passed, the breasts on that woman, the ass, you could eat off of it. None of this skinny nonsense.”

“After all you have to listen to me, the head of the household is in charge.”

Pausing at that last statement, Catherine mused aloud, “weird that I felt the need to emphasize that. Still, that’s obviously been me for years, not Daniel. We need to change a few things around here. Honestly Samantha, and John, well John,” her voice faded out mind elsewhere.

“We don’t have much time, morning will break eventually, people will get up, we need to have you on a course collection now. Pronto. I’ll need your help to correct this ship dear, and we will correct it. Not on my watch will this sheet stand. Also, we’ll probably have to call the police on that lunatic pastor. What a psychopath. I’ll handle that bit with Daniel when he gets up, maybe after we get a few items from his organization too,” her voice trailed off.

“The form will take time, the dress will take time, but we can start with the basics. You can move now yes?”

A disbelieving Michelle nodded.

“We need manners, we need progress. Kneel, hands on your thighs, back straight."

Catherine snapped her fingers in the air several times.

"Go on now, get to it girl!”

As Michelle slid off the wheelchair, red gag still in mouth, body moving at a sliding pace, she watched Catherine’s belt glow a little. Along with an absent minded hip thrust from her Mom.

“That feels good,” she murmured. “Oh dear, can you help me pull this garish thing off?”

At Catherine’s downward gesture to her belt, Michelle reached out and tried, only to yelp and spring back a bit, as if shocked.

Catherine frowned down, “Sorry dear. Crazy George. Anyways, manners. I’ve decided, we have 18 years of independence we need to wipe out. Get back to your posture now. And let’s establish a better greeting.”

At Michelle’s posed figure she nodded in satisfaction, bending over and kissing her forehead. Michelle could smell the cum on her breath.

Catherine paced around her daughter. Studying her intently, frowning at her hair, and the makeup, albeit ruined, that she yet had on. Tsking at the red on her lips.

Returning to her front Catherine reached down, detaching Michelle’s ball gag, “Not a word dear save ‘Yes Mother’ no ‘Yes Mistress’, as applicable.”

Swiveling Catherine placed her tight round apple shaped ass in her daughter’s face. The white globes filled Michelle’s vision.

“From now on,” she decreed. “To illustrate to you your place in the world, you are going to greet every white person by dropping to your knees. Then you will place your face in their ass crack and inhale and sniff until their satisfaction. Well?”

Michelle bent forward saying in a ****, disbelieving tone, “Yes Mistress!”

Her breath felt hot on Catherine’s asshole as the mistress frowned, “Deeper! Breathe more! Memorize my scent! You should be able to pick it out of a crowd. I’ll test you on this later. More!”

A snorting sound filled the room as Michelle **** her face into her Mistress crack and panted, “Hmmph. Hmmph. Urgh.”

“Hmmm,” a thoughtful Catherine said, absently pressing back a bit. “I suppose preference will vary a bit. Some may prefer a more delicate touch, some a louder, more forceful presence. Now dear, **** yourself in, and put that red lipstick to work, I want a full, 30 second kiss on my anus. I want to be able to spread my cheeks and see that bright cherry apple red color there. Put those lungs to work dear, inhale, and go to work.”

Michelle screamed “Yes Mistress!” Nigh hysterically she gulped down a deep breath, used both hands to spread her Mistress’s cheeks, and dove in.

Catherine sighed in satisfaction, feeling her daughters’ lips pressed against her ass. Gently she rocked her hips back and forth, as furious face pressed into her rear. The tongue slowly cresting her over the building orgasm.

In the room the heat from her daughter’s face provided a nice contrast with cool night air floating in the open window. The full moon looked down on the incestual scene as a mother moaned in satisfaction and virginal daughter granted her first kiss to a most unlikely subject.

Catherine’s hip thrusting became more distinct as a wave overtook her, the juicy tongue behind forcing its tip into her rear.

As Michelle collapsed in a heap behind her, Catherine moaned aloud, “Hmmmm. Very nice dear. Anal really has been a rare experience for me.”

“Now that’s the greeting, stick with it, you’ll come to love it. I know I sure do.”

Tossing her hair she bodily picked up her daughter and threw her on the bed, “Just relax for a bit, I need to get a few things. It shouldn’t take me more than 30-40 minutes. Just need to swing by the supermarket.”

Head held high, legs still shivering from her orgasm, Catherine tossed her hair, and strode out of the room. Still in her attire.