Slap Zoe (switch to Masters POV)

You're a bit surprised but mostly delighted watching Caroline crawl over to her daughter, look her in the eyes with an expression of hurt, not hurt because her daughter is a slut, hurt because she's not been included in this debauchery, and then slap her hard across the face.

Zoe is very surprised.

And it's not until Caroline slaps her daughter two more times that Zoe starts to slap back. And suddenly there they are, mother and daughter, slapping each other on the ground, pulling each others' hair, rolling around, filled with lust and anger.

You walk over slowly, your cock getting hard again, and grab Caroline by her blonde hair and pull.

She shrieks.

Zoe sits up, her breasts heaving, panting, furious, smiling "That was fun. Can we do it again?"

Caroline looks at her daughter with total scorn.

"If you want to hurt her, you're going to have to try something different" You say. "She likes getting slapped." Caroline glances up at you, her face is wild with confusion. "Isn't that right Zoe?" You ask.

And Zoe responds by slapping her own face hard.

"See." you say, giving Caroline a sudden, hard slap. "See what a turn on that can be."

Caroline makes a move to slap herself, but you hold back her hand.

"No... only when I say. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Now tell me Zoe. Does Daddy slap you?"

Zoe smiles. "Only when I suck his cock good."

And Caroline makes a movie to attack her daughter again. But you still have her by the hair. And she stops short.

You laugh. "If you want to make her feel pain, you're going to have to do better than just slapping her."

Caroline sits up on her knees, looking at you eagerly. She wants to know what you have in mind. She wants to please you. She wants to hurt Zoe.

"I wonder..." you say. "How deep into her could you fit your fist." and you release Caroline's hair.

And just like that, she's over at Zoe, like a mad woman, shoving her daughter down and pushing her fist into her wet twat. Zoe shrieks as her mother's hand penetrates her slit. Then her shriek gets higher and higher pitched, until she makes no sound at all. And Caroline tries to shove her fist into her daughter deep.

You walk over slowly. Zoe looks at you confused. You know what she's thinking. If Caroline is meant to be the ****, why are you letting her dominate her? But Zoe doesn't realize, and Caroline doesn't realize, that Caroline will do anything you say right now. She's so filled with wild lust, she won't resist.

"Deeper" you demand. And Caroline tries to shove her fist into Zoe deeper. "Deeper!" you shout.

"Yes sir" Caroline says, like a good **** would.

"Now admit that you're jealous." You say.

Caroline looks up at you. Her eyes are crazy. As they would be with her fist inside her daughter. "Sir?" You nod. "I am" She says. "I'm jealous."

"You're jealous because your daughter is a bigger whore than you'll ever be." You say. Caroline lowers her head. You grab a handful of her hair and pull it back up. "Tell me how many cocks you'd sucked when you were her age."

Caroline tries to remember. Her eyes gloss over. "Lots... like fifteen."

You look over at Zoe. "How many cocks have you sucked Zoe?"

She tries to squeak out an answer. "Not... many... fifty... something"

You look over at Caroline and smile. Then back to Zoe "Including Daddy's?

"Yes"

"And your brother's?"

"Yes"

"And your uncle's?"

"Yes"

"And your cousins'?"

"Yes"

"And your boyfriend and his brother and their dad?"

"Yes"

"And your best friend's dad?"

"Yes"

"And your daddy's girlfriend's brother?"

"Yes."

And Caroline starts to relent, her fist slipping out of her daughter's cunt. Her worst fears are true. The world is just one big sick orgy, and she's been excluded.

"You can't control yourself can you?" You ask Zoe

"No."

"Which is why I control you." Zoe nods. "And why we all control your mother." you glare at Caroline. "Isn't that right, fuck ****?"

She doesn't have an answer. She doesn't know how to answer.

"How does your daughter's cunt taste?" You ask. And immediately she raises her hands to her mouth and begins to lick them. And she realizes, that she simply had **** but to obey. She realizes that you are right. "Imagine what would happen if I let you two make decisions, if I let Zoe order you around, knowing you wanted to debase her."

You walk over to Zoe, who lies still on the ground, her legs spread, panting. You smack her hard. "Imagine if I told you you could tell your mom to do anything and she'd listen, as long as it degraded you."

The room is silent, except for the panting of mother and daughter.

"What do you think you'd say?"