With nights like these...

After Alma's first foray into drugging the captive cowgirl she began to experiment and while honing in on the best **** and dosages came easily, her strategies for Lisa's mental and physical conditioning took longer to take shape.

The old woman had enjoyed that first night, cumming repeatedly as Lisa suckled at her teats, the experience she hoped, at some level instilling a maternal knowledge within the young cowgirl. She had no idea as to Lisa's upbringing so it was only right that she teach the girl something herself, just to be sure.

But there were other things Alma wished to impart upon her daughter to be. If she were to be a true daughter, to take the place of her dear, devoted Virgil she would require a deep seated need for her momma... not just the usual love, no. The little bitch would crave her just like her son had - beg for the the chance to pleasure her and plead for momma to grant her her own release. To this end, Alma employed numerous techniques to associate Lisa's sense of pleasure and reward with herself and most notably, with service to her.

Once she had slipped into her **** addled state, Lisa would be promised release from her bonds if she were good - good being whatever act Alma chose at the time. This ranged from repeating simple statements such as "I love you momma." to debasing acts and even self harm at one point. It astonished Alma, scared her frankly, just how readily her young subject complied and quickly realising her power over the **** cowgirl Alma ceased such commands immediately. Wishing to keep her captive and grandson alive and well, she reverted back to issuing a series of tasks she hoped would both assert her dominance over the woman and bond them together, a brainwashing of sorts that involved repeated acts of servitude and a physical, sensory familiarity that went well beyond anything sane people would consider normal or healthy.

Alma started out slow. At first forcing Lisa to do things like sniff her sweaty feet, inhaling their scent deeply over long periods of time until she no longer noticed the smell at all and happily, even eagerly licked and sucked at them when commanded. These type of displays of absolute compliance gave Alma a thrill like no other and her demands quickly escalated, Lisa **** to eat out her cunt, or even her ass before she would be released from her irons. It only took a few sessions before the old woman need not even speak her command, merely present the body part for worship and Lisa would comply.

But freedom from her bonds was only the first step and once Lisa had successfully completed it the fun could properly start. Alma would have Lisa follow her about the empty hotel, showing her how to do simple chores about the place before making her do them herself. This served to not only train her for her future role in life but also helped to keep the captive cowgirl at least somewhat active.

But the real fun, for both of them it seemed started once the chores were done. Lisa would be rewarded with a hot chocolate laced with a concoction of substances that heightened her arousal and sent her into a desperately needy state during which she would do anything to get herself off. Alma forbade her from touching herself, slapping her hands away every time she tried to see to her own pleasure and forcing her to beg for Alma to give her release. It only took a few sessions before Lisa didn't even attempt to touch herself any more, Alma noted with glee - the obedient shell of the former cowgirl diligently waiting for her momma to tend to her needs.

And tend she did, Alma relished the final phase of each of her sessions - not just because they were the most pleasurable but also because she knew that these depraved acts were having the most impact on her soon to be daughter. Lisa's willingness to follow literally any command and find pleasure in doing so confirmed for Alma that her plan would work. The anticipation that built within Alma over the course of each session as she considered what acts she would make Lisa perform later that night got her so worked up that she was positively leaking when the time came, her hairy folds slick with her discharge.

And so it would begin, Lisa kneeling on the other side of the room, waiting patiently until Alma gave her the nod, prompting her to scurry forth on her hands and knees and bury her face into Alma's sloppy mess of a cunt, lapping at her foul feminine drippings hungrily. Soon, Alma would push Lisa onto her back and kneel over her, straddling her chest, her folds spread wide as she bucked them into her captive's face, grinning down at her and showering her with praise as she did her best to please her momma.

It was from this position that Alma would reach back behind her and finally tend to the **** slut's needs, the old woman's stubby fingers expertly caressing Lisa's soaking wet folds as she rocked back and forth, riding the stricken cowgirl like it was a rodeo. Lisa would buck and squirm beneath the older woman, moaning in need, pleading for momma to give her release. And this was the sweetest part. Lisa was a smart woman, this quality only aiding in her downfall as it meant she was also a fast learner. Much like she took to the lessons of stage one, quickly learning to obey Alma's commands without them needing to be spoken, so had she succumbed to the old woman's will in these, her most **** times.

At first Alma had skillfully teased and tormented the poor girl, keeping her right on the edge of her climax for hours before finally setting her free, cooing the softly spoken command, "Cum for momma." in the moment before she ground her slippery fingers into the cowgirl's quivering cunt, both of them crying out in unison as Lisa obeyed and her climax took her. To Alma's delight she soon found that no amount of stimulation seemed to get the cowgirl off until she issued this command, upon which she would descend into wild throes of ecstacy. In this, Alma had found her ultimate weapon in her quest to break the murderous bitch and bend her to her will. She would torment the lust addled cowgirl to the point she might pass out before granting her wish, ordering Lisa to cum for momma and in that moment she would often join her, giving Lisa a close up view of her pulsating cunt as it sprayed love juices all over her happy face. On the odd occasions when Alma did not climax she simply loosed her bladder and showered Lisa in her piss, cackling like a crazed witch at her broken little slut.

There were often other elements, Alma introducing objects and implements with which to torment Lisa whenever she felt like it, using her opportunities to **** and humiliate the bitch when in the mood - but the core aspects of her training remained the same.

The sessions always ended caringly, Alma washing Lisa down before returning her to bed, this time with more tea crafted to send her into a deep sleep that sometimes lasted for a whole day. And so went Lisa's nights, these regular lessons drilling deep into her subconscious, just waiting to be triggered in her waking self.