She tries to change his mind

“You don’t want my daughter.” Pamela said, knowing it was very likely pointless to try to persuade him. She’d let him do anything he wanted to her daughter and she’d do anything to her daughter for his viewing pleasure. But she supposed she’d try. “My daughter is boring.” She could see LaRey looking unconvinced, so she tried to stroke his ego. “Your idea is much better. Of course it is. I’m just a dumb fucktoy for you to ****. I don’t have good ideas. But you’re right about my boss. She needs to be put in her place… needs to be shown that she’s also a dumb fucktoy.”

But LaRey suddenly seemed doubtful of his own idea. “I dunno. She’s pretty old. She’d probably got a used up cunt.”

Then Pamela had a moment of brilliance… that surprised even herself, since she knew that in these moments in LaRey’s presence, she really did devolve into a mindless fucktoy.

“But she has a daughter too. A pretty daughter. An Ivy League daughter.” Pam felt her clit begin to tingle again at these thoughts. The wetness between her thighs hadn’t gone anywhere, but now she was starting to feel submerged in it. “You should destroy her. Ill help you. We’ll kidnap her and turn her into the filthiest fuckpig on the planet.”

LaRay reached his big hand between her thin thighs and slipped a couple thick fingers inside her.

Pamela moaned with delight. Was it possible that for the first time ever, despite being spent himself, he was interested in her pleasure? Was that what talking this way accomplished?

And how frighteningly easily it came to Pamela to talk this way.

“Imagine stripping her bare and fucking her cunt and ass over and over, before she even knew what hit her. And while you were doing that, I’d hit her for you.” Pam’s entire body was tight with desire. LaRey’s two fingers were enough to fill her up. “We could do that for hours until her eyes were black and bloodshot and her pathetic holes were red and gaping. Mmmm” Pam felt her mind slipping farther away than it ever had before. But she kept talking. “We’d use her until she lost all control of her body. And if she pissed all over the floor, I’d slurp it up and spit it back in her face.” Her entire being was on fire. It was hell. It was heaven. “Then when her brain was broken behind compare, we’d teach her that her name was ‘SlaveCunt’ and make her beg for your filthy cock down her throat. OH gOd yES!!” She was ready to cum… but she kept thinking of more. “Then once she was so far gone she didn’t exist anymore other than as an object, we’d…. fUck!!!…” she breathed so heavily. Her smallish breasts heaved up and down. She wasn’t just going to cum. She was going to cum harder than ever before. “We’d bring her mommy to see what had become of her.” Pamela clenched her fists hard. So hard her nails pierced the palms of her hands. She spoke through gritted teeth now. LaRey’s fingers pumped into her like a thick cock. “Then we’d make mommy admit that her girl wasn’t fit to be anything other than a used up fuck pig tOy CuNT… OH! FUCK ME!!! “

Pamela flopped hard on the ground, her body beyond exhausted. Her mind deep into an abyss from which it might never come back. If LaRey wasn’t convinced of this plan, she might have to do it herself.”

She looked at her owner with love and lust in her eyes, hoping her idea was acceptable to him.