On the way to Cocksleeve’s house.

Amber’s mom stood in the kitchen, washing dishes while the T.V played her favourite soap opera. She seemed relaxed, as if a burden she had been carrying for 18 years had been lifted off her shoulders. “I am so glad Amber isn’t in this house anymore. She grew up to be such a fucking bimbo. She must take after her father.” She thought absentmindedly as she cleaned. “At least she is gone now. I can finally have some peace and quiet for once!”

BLAM!

As she was thinking this, the front door was suddenly kicked down, causing her to jump. She hid behind the counter, wondering whole the fuck was breaking into her home. Peering out the doorway, she saw two people walking in. Or should I say, one person walking and another limply crawling, desperately trying to keep up with his large gait. Blue walked through the door, looking like his pokemon’s id had matched all the digits. Pulling someone by an utter rat’s nest of hair, he casually stepped inside.

Amber’s mom looked down at the girl that was crawling behind, and almost rentched. The girl was absolutely disgusting looking, from head to toe. Her hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in months, sticking out at weird angles that could only be because of drying fluids. Her face was unrecognizable, makeup mixing with huge amounts of what could only be semen to make her look like she had just come from a Blastoise bukkake. Her shirt, which most have been white at one point, was coated in the same stuff as her face. Cum, spit, mascara and mud turned it into a whore’s tie dye that accented her showing black bra. Dragging behind one wrist was a black rag, which must have been some sort of coat before it was destroyed by the elements. She wore shorts that looked 4 sizes too small, causing her phat ass to hang out the back. That too was covered by the sexual cocktail. However, there was not so much of it that a singular large wet spot forming directly under her crotch was not plain and obvious to all observers. Amber’s mom immediately recognized the distinct form of a lady juice stain, bringing a new level of disgust to her. “She is enjoying this? What a fucking slut, getting off on being degraded so much.” She thought. Aloud, she yelled “What the fuck are you doing! Blue! Get the fuck out of my house and take your filthy whore with you! Were did you even find this disgusting cocksucker?!?”

“This disgusting cocksucker is your daughter, newly named Cocksleeve.” Blue stated, dismissing the concerns of the lady. “She lost a bet, and is now my ****.” Amber’s mom, now Cocksleeve’s mom, looked on with dawning horror. This pile of human lust was her daughter? What the fuck?!

“Amber? Wha.. what happened? You were only gone 15 minutes.”

“She’s not Amber anymore so stop calling her that. She goes by Cocksleeve now. We battled, she bet her freedom, and she lost.” Blue explained. “Turns out she is much better at greasing knobs than she could ever be as a trainer.” At this, Cocksleeve turned to were she thought her daughter’s eyes probably were. She saw back a glint of emotion: humiliation, regret, sadness, and desperation. She was probably her daughter’s last hope.

Anger was all she felt, bubbling to the forefront of her brain. At first she thought it was directed towards the evil boy sauntering into her home, just after enslaving her only child. But then she realized that it wasn’t him that made her angry.

It was her daughter.

All throughout her life she had wanted to be a trainer. From the very first time she heard this, she warned Amber of the dangers. “You can get **** if you become a trainer. You could get pregnant. You could even die!” But Amber didn’t listen. After a huge argument on her 16th birthday, she decided to support her daughter’s wishes. If she couldn’t stop her, she would do everything she could to help her. Textbooks on battling theory, classes that cost hundreds of dollars, all given to this unappreciative brat. She almost went bankrupt trying to secure her future.

And Amber threw it all away in the first 10 minutes.

“What a stupid, arrogant, unappreciative, slutty fucker! She throws away the life I built her and then has the audacity to enjoy it?!?” She thought, watching the two enter the living room, heading towards the stairs. Blue recognized the look on her face, and smirked. “If it is ok, we are just going to go upstairs so I can collect all of my new stuff. Do you have any objections to that?”

Cocksleeve let her heart fill for a second. From her 16th birthday her mom had been her greatest support, if a little annoying. She kept buying her books she didn’t want to read, and making her go to classes she slept through. But there is no way that her mom would let her be enslaved. No, she would fight for her precious daughter to her last...

“No objections here. Cocksleeve’s room, I mean your room now Blue, is up the stairs on your right. Judging by how wet her cunt is, she is enjoying the hell out of her new life anyways. She is all yours to do with as you please.”

For the nth time today the **** felt her world collapse, the chains binding her tighten. She went from smiling to looking like someone shoved an Eelektross up her ass. Without thinking, she tried to stand, only to fall hard as Blue kept his grasp on her hair.

“Mom?!? You can’t do this to me! I am your daughter!”

Her mom’s eyes left Blue when she said that. A gaze full of hatred, her mouth opening into a snarl.

“I have no daughter. All I see is a disgusting. Cocksucking. Whore.” She raged, barely managing to keep her voice steady. After a second to calm down, she turned back to Blue. “Feel free to collect your property. Once your done here, please never bring her back. I never want to see Cocksleeve again.”

Blue gave her a small salute. “Anything you want Mrs. B. Have a good day!” He ripped and Cocksleeves hair, pulling her towards the stairs and breaking her line of sight to the woman who just disowned her, now doing dishes just as she was before. Her heart fell, and she thought: