Chapter 9
Monica Madison's face was beet red with her ire as she burst into the steamy bathroom. Melinda was iii the middle of an orgasm. Water was being splashed all over the bathroom floor. Michele was working three stiff fingers in and out of her sister's poontang as hard and fast as she could, using her thumb to directly stimulate Melinda's lobe button simultaneously.
Melinda was screaming bloody murder in her ecstasy, and it took both of the girls a few seconds to realize that they were in very deep trouble. Once Melinda saw her Mommy standing in the doorway the convulsions stopped. She fell still in the tub. Michele looked back over her shoulder. Her jaw dropped. Michele sheepishly pulled her fingers out of Melinda's cunt. They could both feel the blood draining from their heads. Melinda and Michele could feel themselves turning as white as ghosts. Melinda could feel her heartbeat begin to race with her extraordinary terror. She could feel ants crawling around inside her tummy. Her skin was slick with a cold sweat.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU GIRLS THINK YOU ARE DOING, GOD DAMMIT?"
Monica screamed at the top of her lung. Her jaw was set. She was grinding her teeth. Michele could tell that she wasn't going to get off easy this time. The bolder sister knew that she was going to be punished just as severely as Melinda.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," Michele managed to say. Her voice was pathetically weak. She shut up as Monica slapped her twice across the face as hard as she could. Michele was slapped once on either cheek. Once with the palm of Mommy's hand and once with the knuckles. Michele was dazed by the blow and found herself sitting on the bathroom floor seeing stars before her eyes.
"Shut up, cunt. You two wanna play sex games. I'll show you sex games. Now you are going to find out what Mommy really does when she goes to work."
"You mean you aren't a waitress?" Melinda heard herself say. She winced. She had not intended to speak.
"Stupid, pussy! No! I never waited on a table in my life, cunt. I give men pain. I am a dominatrix! A common hooker — with a specialty. There. Think about it. Now you know. And I will cause you pain too."
Melinda could feel tears of fear and despair welling in her eyes. The tears soon rolled from the ducts at the corners of her baby blues down her cheeks and the sides of her button nose.
"Now get out of the tub and get dry. We are going to go into the master bedroom now. Oh yes, we are going to find out who the mistress is around here. I will be your sex mistress. You, I am afraid, will be no more than my sniveling slaves by the time I am through."
The girls knew that she could do it if she wanted to.
And all appearances said that she wanted to a lot. The girls' minds were blown. They were trying to adjust to their mother's occupation and obey her orders at the same time.
Everything was happening too damn fast for them to understand.
Melinda could feel her mind racing in a thousand different directions at the same time — never able to cling to a single thought for more than a fraction of a second.
She stepped out of the tub. Monica backed up into the hall. The girls dried off very fast in the bathroom and followed their crazed mother sheepishly into the master bedroom.
Melinda could feel her knees shaking. She could feel her leg muscles getting weaker by the second. The muscles in her thighs felt as if they were made of jelly. Melinda was not at all sure how long her legs would be able to support the weight of her body. She had nothing to worry about. She would be prone soon enough.
"You!" Monica pointed at Michele. "Sit on the desk chair."
"Yes, Mommy," Michele said with her eyes lowered.
The little girl did her best to sound subservient. Michele's mind was filled with hatred for her mother. Mommy had been lying to her for years. She was a cruel bitch.
"YOU! GET ON THE BED ON YOUR BELLY!" Monica screamed at Melinda.
Melinda sniffled away her tears and got on the huge double bed.
"Stretch your arms out straight in front of you." Monica said.
Melinda could tell that there was no point in struggling.
Monica was going to get her way one way or another, Melinda knew.
Melinda figured her best bet was to be cooperative.
Melinda prayed that the whole thing would be over quickly.
The pretty little blonde stretched her arms. Her breasts were against the bed.
Her ass cheeks stuck up in the air - so round, cute and vulnerable.
Monica licked her lips in anticipation as she gazed upon Melinda's wet ass.
Melinda heard her mother rummaging in her bottom dresser drawer.
The strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch produced four pieces of rope.
She quickly tied Melinda's wrists to the bars in the headboard.
Monica tied the knots as tightly as she could get them.
Melinda could tell that her mother had gone completely insane.
It was clear that the bitch had no concern for her pain.
In fact, the strawberry blonde relished Melinda's discomfort.
Melinda could feel the ropes biting into her wrists.
She could tell that the circulation of blood had been interrupted.
Melinda could tell her fingertips were turning a deep purple color.
The little blonde began to feel pins and needles in her fingers.
She noticed that her knuckles were becoming increasingly stiff.
She knew that it wouldn't be long before her fingers were immobile.
In a few minutes both of her hands would be completely numb.
When Monica finished tying the hands she moved to the foot of the bed.
She grabbed both of Melinda's trim ankles at the same time.
She pulled the ankles as far apart as she could get them.
Monica could see Melinda's buttocks and pussy lips part in the process.
Melinda's slim white thighs were opened past a ninety degree angle.
Her feet were pointed toward the bedposts at the foot of the bed.
Monica hurriedly tied Melinda ankles in place — just as stringently.
Melinda felt the pins and needles in her toes. She knew without looking that her toes — usually so pink — were turning purple from the bondage. Melinda could tell that there would be rings around her wrists and ankles that would last long after the bondage was removed.
If it was removed.
Melinda couldn't be sure it would. For all she knew her mother was about to torture her to death. The mere thought made the pretty little blonde weep with hopelessness and despair. The bedspread got wet from saltwater beneath her shiny face.
Her eyes were red and swollen. The insides of her eyelids felt as if they were made of sandpaper every time the little girl blinked.
Monica had no more rope.
But she found some copper wire — which she used to bind Michele's ankles together. Michele's wrists were bound together behind the desk chair.
Then Monica went to her closet and fetched a riding crop. She always kept some tools of pain around the house — just in case they might come in handy at some time or another.
"This is what happens to little girls who play diddley with their sisters!" Monica cried. Her face was very red. She was grinding her back teeth together nervously.
She raised her right arm over her head slowly.
Then she brought that arm down as hard as she could.
SMACK!
The riding crop came down across Melinda's sweet buttocks.
The pretty little blonde howled with the pain this caused.
SMACK!
Monica hit her again just as hard. Her ass cheeks burned. They turned a fiery red. Monica was not going to stop until those twin globes of delicious ass flesh were striped with angry red welts.
As the whipping continued Melinda could feel the pain change.
At first the blows stung horribly — as if she were getting stung in the ass by humongous hornets.
But then the sharpness of the pain left.
Her ass cheeks numbed from the abuse.
They ached — warmly. It started to feel good. Her dominatrix bitch Mommy was teaching her once and for all how delicate and precious the line between agony and ecstasy was.
Melinda heard her screams of pain transforming into moans of pleasure.
"You like it?" Monica said with an evil hiss — like a snake.
"Yes. Mommy," Melinda said.
"Then I will stop," Monica said. "We will have to think of another way to torture you."
Monica tossed the riding crop to one side. It struck the rug near the foot of the huge double bed and scuttled into the corner near the base of her dresser.
Monica Madison decided that it was high time she got out of her clothes. Whipping sweet Melinda's butt had made her very horny. Her cunt was getting wet and swollen.
The strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch could feel her nipples getting hard and erect. The same was true of her little man in the boat at the top of her pussy slit.
Monica removed her shirt. Michele watched with great interest. Michele had never seen her Mommy without any clothes on before. She looked forward to seeing her mother nude with an odd anticipation.
Michele could see how large and hard her mother's nipples were the second she pulled her blouse open. Monica — like her daughters — wore no bra.
Monica kicked off the high heels and removed her skirt. She slipped off her stockings and her panties — which had a wet spot in the crotch — so that she was completely naked.
"I have to think of something to do with you," Monica said to Melinda, placing a crooked forefinger on her chin and furrowing her brow with thought.
Then Monica snapped her fingers.
"I have it," she said.
"What are you going to do, Mommy?" Melinda asked.
"I am going to give you the reaming of your life," Monica said.
Melinda did not know what the word reaming meant. Monica sensed her confusion.
"Dumb cunt, I am going to fuck your ass," Monica said.
The dominatrix bitch returned to the bottom drawer of her dresser.
She parted her knees as she squatted to rummage around.
Michele could see her Mommy's pink pussy. She could tell that her mother was very horny. It was plain to see that the strawberry blonde's cunt was wet and swollen. The inner pussy lips dangled low from her crotch as she squatted.
Monica found what she was looking for.
"Ahhhhhh, Big Mike," Monica said with a sigh of pleasure.
Big Mike was a dildo. A big fucking dildo! Humongous!
Big Mike was made out of hard black rubber. He was nine inches long.
It was the thickest dildo Monica had. The ebony pole was as thick as Harvey Harris' dick, Monica's muscular slave.
Attached to the base of the dildo was an elastic strap. Monica could put the straps over her hips and the tops of her thighs and wear Big Mike like a real cock.
The fake prick had little rubber pimples — like those you might find on the surface of a ping-pong paddle — on its base. If Monica positioned the spurious phallus properly she could rub her clit against those bumps as she fucked — and make herself come!
Monica did not put the dildo on right away.
She moved to the head of the bed and held it in front of Melinda's face.
"This is going up your asshole," Monica said cruelly.
The dominatrix bitch curled her upper lip into a sneer.
"It's too big, Mommy!" Melinda said — her voice quivering.
The little girl was on the verge of panic. She was drenched with icy sweat.
Melinda found it very difficult to breathe. Her racing heart filled her chest — leaving no room for her lungs.
"It will tear me apart!" Melinda screamed. Fresh tears welled in the pretty little blonde's large baby blue eyes.