Pam’s daughter

The girl in the closet was a mess, but Pamela could tell that it wasn’t her boss’s daughter. She was naked, head to toe, except for a spiked collar around her neck, and a leash that connected that collar to the top of the closet, pulled so tightly that the girl was on her tiptoes.

Between her thighs was a podium topped by two toys, one planted firmly in her slit, and the other deep in her ass. And the girl moaned exhaustedly as she thrust her sweaty, petite body against them. Her mouth was held open by a ring gag, and drool poured down from it onto her small chest. Her wet, messy hair fell into her face.

But Pamela could see well enough that it was her own daughter before her.

Her arousal was not diminished.

“You recognize this twat?” LaRey said with a big evil smile.

Pamela nodded silently, marveling at the sight before her. It was barely her daughter. It was what was left of her daughter. This was it, she thought, the destruction of her daughter’s humanity and likely her own. And all because she couldn’t keep her own damn mouth shut. She thought she’d accomplished something by delighting in the idea of her boss’s daughter being ruined, when all the time, LaRey was planning on putting Evie through the hell she suggested.

“Now, this little slut has been doing this for about 12 hours and I gotta admit, there’s still some life in her. She still ain’t fully broken.”

Pamela looked at her daughter’s glazed eyes. She couldn’t make out any life in them. But she knew she was wrong. LaRey was right. Of course he was. He was the man. He was the only one here with a functioning brain.

Then she saw it, a spark of light and hope in Evie’s face, recognizing that her mother was there, mistakenly thinking that she was going to save her.

“She’s close to earning it, you know.” LaRey said and Pamela wasn’t sure if he was speaking in riddles or if he didn’t make sense because her inferior brain was mush. “If she could be a real fuck doll… a true object, I’d let her earn my cum.”

Fuck, what an honor, Pamela thought. One that even she’d never been good enough for.

“You want her to have that, don’t you?” LaRey asked. Pamela nodded frantically, her clit on fire. “Well, then finish her off for me.”

Pamela understood… as much as she could understand anything any more. She understood that her man had a desire and it was her job to fulfill it. She crawled up to Evie, looked her daughter deep in the eyes, and caressed her cheek. It was the last tender moment that would ever be shared between mother and daughter.