No.

"I will not. And I don't know what's going on, but I'm calling the police."

Veronica turned to do just that, dragging the sobbing Cara along with her. Evanescent, cold, clamps seized Veronica's tender nipples, making her cry out.

"Here is what's going to happen. I'm going to test your pain thresh hold Mom. When it becomes too much, all you have to do to make it stop is lick your daughter's pussy until she cums."

Veronica looked aghast. Cara hung her head in shame and defeat.

"I...I won't do that." Veronica replied uncertainly. She could feel the already painful clamps becoming tighter, very slowly.

"Cara!" she said suddenly. "What's going on? How long has this been happening?"

Cara started to respond, but the choker silenced her with a muzzle. Veronica's eyes widened as she watched the invisible straps compress her daughter's tender flesh. She reached out with her trembling free hand and touched one of the indentations on Cara's cheek. She got mad.

"You let my Cara go!"

No sooner had the words crossed her lips than the nipple clamps squeezed viciously, making her gasp. Veronica's squealed as a clamp gripped her clit.

"Let's see how long you can last, whore."