"What have you told your daughter they can do?" Donna Harvey demanded, her hands on her hips.
"I-I don't understand," said Imogene Blackstone. She stared at her neighbor. "They were going to visit their friend, Jackie, like they always do on the weekend."
"And Jackie lives out west, right?" Donna snarled.
"That's right," Imogene replied, mystified.
"So why did they take a taxi that headed into town on the expressway?" Donna demanded. "And why have you given your daughter money for a taxi?"
"Money? Taxi?" Imogene frowned. "I didn't! So where are they going? I even called Lana a few weeks ago and she was at Jackie's. It was ten o'clock. She said she was."
Donna's manner changed. "I think we'd better find out what's going on."
During the next week, Imogene found herself wondering a great deal as she watched her teenaged blonde daughter. Lana gave no sign of a change, except that she had been more secretive.
Lana was very attractive, and that was what worded Imogene. Lana's honey-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. And her young body was very well, developed, with high-thrusting tits, long, shapely legs and a tight, swelling ass.
Not that Imogene was plain, but she just didn't have the looks of her daughter. Her body was still very good, even at thirty-four. She should never have married Lana's father, but now he was gone and it was a great relief to Imogene.
And then there were Donna and Scarlette, to worry about. Imogene wasn't sure about Donna. They lived a block apart, and their daughters had been friends since high school, but she and Donna had never been really close. Donna and Imogene had been divorced for nearly ten years and both had avoided steady relationships with men for all that time. And yet they had never talked about it. The nearest they came was one afternoon when Donna had a date for the evening and Imogene was looking after Scarlette.
"Well, I like him," Donna said, "but you know what men are like. Two dates and they think they can put you to bed."
"Exactly," Imogene said with some warmth. "And sex isn't exactly all it's said to be," Donna added archly. "Waste of time, if you ask me."
"Oh, I couldn't agree more," Imogene had replied.
Donna was attractive. She had jet-black hair, a square, good-looking face, and a large pair of tits that were her main feature. Her legs and ass were good too, but her tits were the thing that people noticed.
Her daughter, Scarlette, had normal size tits, and she had some more developing to do. She seemed younger and more easily led than Lana. Her dark hair fell to her shoulder blades, and her mouth seemed to pout at every available opportunity. She was slightly taller than Lana, I her figure slimmer, her legs longer.
Such were the varied thoughts of Imogene for the next week. But now that she was looking, Imogene noticed other things too. How Lana got up extra early on Saturday morning and took great care with her shower and makeup. Lana also seemed tense and more preoccupied, but she left with her usual cheery wave, in a short summer skirt and blouse, with her white stockings and high heels.
Instantly Imogene made for the car. She was wearing her most expensive dress, and she made sure her makeup and hair were the best they could be.
She drove around the block, and then stopped at Donna's house.
It was only a few minutes before Donna climbed in, rather breathless.
"Yeah," she gasped, "they're heading for the bus depot."
Imogene drove quickly. It wasn't difficult to pick out the two girls, swinging along the sidewalk.
"There they go!" Donna said suddenly. "What did I tell you?"
Imogene hardly believed it as she saw Lana hail a taxi anti the two girls vanished inside.
Imogene wasn't very good at tailing, but she managed to keep the taxi in sight as it headed downtown. It headed into one of the huge office parking lots. The two girls got off and went inside.
"What?" Imogene gasped. She stopped the car and Donna got out, running fast.
She was back in a moment. "They headed for the basement!"
Imogene found a parking space and they came back. The main door of the office building was locked, despite all the pushing they tried.
"Oh my God!" Donna gasped. "What is going on?"
"What are they doing?" Imogene screamed and pounded on the main door again.
It clicked and opened.
The two of them were too relieved to think. They rushed inside and ran down the basement stairs. At the bottom was a set of ornate doors. Imogene pushed and the doors swung open, revealing a long carpeted corridor. She and Donna stared down the passage while the door closed silently behind them. There were only a couple of doors in the corridor, halfway down it. One of them opened and a tall man came out.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Yes!" Imogene said defiantly. "We've come to find our daughters. Lana and Scarlette."
"Ah, yes! In here!"
Imogene and Donna came along the corridor, feeling more and more uneasy. The man stood and waited.
"The doors are locked behind us," Donna whispered, but Imogene didn't take any notice. The man waved them through the door and came in behind them, closing that one too. Imogene and Donna stood and gasped.
It was a massive room, with cubicles, doors, heavy carpeting and steps up to raised areas. There was a hint of steam coming from under one door and laughter from another. Another man stood on one of the raised sections, a drink in his hand.
"Where are our daughters?" Imogene asked, trying to control her breathing. "What have you done to them?"
The man gave a low chuckle. "And what do you think of our recreation room? Laid out for our top executives only, of course. And our best clients." He came forward. "You must be Imogene. And you must be Donna. Pleased to meet you, we've heard so much about."
"We want to see our daughters!" Imogene stated while Donna stood behind her, trembling from head to toe.
"And so you shall. But let me assure you, they are fine, and they love their visits here, don't they, Clark?"
"Of course," said the man standing behind the two women.
"And I'm Adam. Please, come this way."
"No," Imogene said. "We want our daughters brought out here, and we're taking them home."
"I can assure you that you're corning this way," Adam said, and there was a change in his voice. "When we saw you on the remote cameras there was an immediate vote and it was decided that the girls had vastly underestimated the desirability of their mothers. They said you were just, you know, mothers, but that's daughters for you. Sixteen out of our twenty guests wanted to fuck you at once. So you're staying."
"What!" Imogene spun on her heel, but now there were three more men behind her. "Let us out of here!"
The men came forward and grabbed Imogene and Donna by their elbows.
"No!" Imogene screamed as she was picked up and hustled toward one of the doors at the back of the main room.
"Let me go!" Donna sobbed, breaking into tears of fright as she and Imogene were hustled through the door and into another room.
It was darker, and there were a number of people sitting around, all men. They gave a round of applause as the two women were pulled in.
"Let us go!" Imogene screeched as she was hauled toward a pillar that reached from floor to ceiling in the dark, repressive room. "You can't do this!"
She was held to the pillar by one of the men while another one took her wrists and pulled them above her head, twisting them into thick leather straps. Imogene screamed once more as he tightened the straps and hauled on a rope. Imogene struggled and screamed, but she was bound to the pillar, her hands tied helplessly above her head. She looked over and there was Donna, only a few yards away, also being bound to a pillar.
"Help!" Donna screamed as she was tied up, her lovely huge tits thrusting out, straining against the front of her blouse.
"Shut up!" Clark snapped, appearing between the pillars. He had two thick gags in his hands. "I hate listening to bitches scream when they ain't getting hurt. So shut the fuck up, or get these."
"Donna, be… be quiet," Imogene said desperately.
Clark stared at them for a few moments and then left.
Suddenly the lights dimmed, and spotlights came up on the far side of the room.
Imogene screamed.
Lana and Scarlette came onto the stage, grinning wildly, dressed in little, and fantasy schoolgirl costumes. Low-cut, tight white blouses, little blue skirts that came high on their thighs, white bobby soxes and white high-heeled shoes. They were made up and their hair done to look really cheap and sluttish. They paraded around the stage, and cheers and whistles burst over the room. They went closer to the men sitting around, sliding their little skirts up, and showing the delightful curves of their thighs, the white crotches of their panties and their tight little asses.
Lana turned her back to the men and eased her skirt up over her ass, showing them her tight asscheeks. She slid her hand into her panda and caressed her pussy, grinning even more as the men cheered and gasped.
Imogene gasped. She was sick with horror and fear. She looked across at Donna.
Donna was suffering even more than she was. Tears ran down her face as she stared at her sexy little daughter, who was sliding close to one of the men, then sitting in his lap, giggling, slapping his hand away as he worked it up her thigh.
"No!" Scarlette squealed. "You have to wait for that."
She slipped off his thighs and paraded around again.
Imogene looked around desperately for a door. But it was too dark, and there was nothing to be seen.
Adam waked onto the stage, a thin cane in his hand. "Silence, girls, and come here."
Instantly Lana and Scarlette jumped and ran back giggling. They stood close to him, still giggling and staring at the cane.
"Your reports are very bad," Adam said, tossing some pieces of paper on the floor.
"Yes, sir," Lana replied, "but we can explain."
"Yes?" Adam ran the cane through his fingers.
"Well, sir, we were too busy fucking the boys to work," Lana said, and there was a roar of laughter from the men.
"I thought so." Adam smiled. "You'll have to be punished hard for that."
The girls gasped, their faces getting flushed, their tits heaving with excitement.
"Take off your outer clothes."
The girls reached for the top buttons of their white blouses. They slipped them open and went on to the next one, revealing the lacy tops of their bras.
"Scarlette!" Donna screamed. "Stop that! Get us out of here!"
"Oh, hi, Mom," Scarlette said with a grin, undoing the next button of her blouse and peeling it away from her lovely tits. "Honestly, Mom, you shouldn't follow us in Imogene's car. It's red, isn't it, silly. We saw you."
She undid the belt of her skirt and started stepping out of it while Donna gave a scream.
Clark came up and rammed a gag into her mouth, strapping the bindings tight, pulling until Donna gave muffled gasps of pain.
Imogene bit her lip. For Lana was parading her body with the same delight as Scarlette had shown, showing her tits off as she eased her skirt down and stood in just her little slip and the bobby sox and shoes. She slid her hand over her panties again, showing her soft curves to the cheering men.
Imogene wept and tried to keep herself from screaming. Clark leaned close.
"You want one of these?" he asked, brandishing a gag.
"No," Imogene whispered, her eyes flowing with tears.
"Good," he snarled, "just keep real quiet." Then he was gone and Imogene was left helpless, watching her daughter's shame.
Lana paraded down to the men and spread her thighs around one man's legs. Close behind her was Adam, the cane in his hand.
"I'm such a bad, girl," she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust, "would you like me to have some of my punishment here?"
"Yes," the man said, and his voice shook. He ran his hands over Lana's panties, feeling the soft mound of her pussy. "Fuck, you are bad! Your panties are already wet!"
"I know, I know!" Lana moaned, her hips hunching at his hand. "But I can't help it! I can't! I have to have it!"
She gurgled and thrust, and the man worked his hand inside her tight white panties. He felt her pussy lips and then pushed deeper, feeling the hot wet crack of her cunt.
"Bend forward," he ordered.
Lana gasped and did as she was told. Her blonde hair fell across her young face as she spread her legs wider, her soft lips nuzzling the man's neck as he fingered her cunt and reached up to play with her lovely tits in their little lacy white bra.
Adam slid the cane across Lana's ass.
"Ohhh, yesss!" Lana gasped.
As Imogene stared in absolute horror, the cane went up in the air, held for a moment, then slashed down across her daughter's tight asscheeks.
Lana gave a scream as a thin red line of pain appeared on her flesh.
"Ooooh, yesss, sir!" she wailed. "Ooohhh, sir! I've been so bad! Whip me hard – aaaghh! Yessss!"
She kissed and bit at the man's neck as he slid a finger into her cunt and played with her. Adam lashed her ass hard.
"Ooohhh, finger-fuck me! Yesss!" Lana screamed, her cunt throbbing around his thrusting finger. "Aaagghhh! Ooohhh! Would you like to fuck me, would you? Aagghh, yes! I'll suck you off if you want, any way you want it! I've been such a bad girl – sooo baaad! Aaaghhh!"
Lana tossed wildly and gave a massive shriek of orgasm. Her head was flung back as she came, screaming as the cane cut her ass, her hips going wild.
"Yessss, thank you, sir! Thank you!" she screamed, her hips twitching and gyrating as another climax burst over her.
At the next cut of the cane, Lana gave a deep wail of lust and collapsed, her legs shaking, her mouth sucking don the man's shirt and into his lap where she burrowed far his cock, her hands frantically tearing at his zipper.
As this was going on, another man walked up onto the raised area and approached Scarlette. Donna's eyes got wider as the man went up to her daughter and ran his hands over her tits.
"Over the bench," he said, "on your back."
Scarlette turned away, walking over to a padded bench that stood at about waist height. Her dark hair fell away from her shoulders as she lay on the leather and raised her legs, spreading them wide above her head. With a smile, she slid her hands down her thighs, over her bobby sox to her ankles. The hem of her little slip dropped away, showing the curve of her pussy mound and the dark cunt hair under the little white panties. Her head eased back over a pillow at the head of the bench and she waited, gasping, as the man came up to her.
The teen lay there, her long, shapely legs wide apart, ankles on either side of her head, the crotch of her panties pulled tight over her cunt, her soft, beautiful face pouting invitingly.
The man came up to her and pulled his zipper down. Scarlette moaned as he eased his cock out. It was already hard, a full seven or eight inches of thick prickmeat. He held it in his hand and played it over Scarlette's mouth.
"You've been a bad girl too. Haven't you?"
"If you say so," Scarlette sighed, her eyes misty as she licked his cockhead with each sweep of the hard prick past her lips. "I don't admit to nothin', Lana's the slut, not me."
She gave a moan and sucked his cock head fast as it worked over her mouth.
"Are you calling us liars?" the man asked softly. "We all saw you, you little whore."
"That's bullshit," Scarlette replied, her mouth working as she licked and sucked the cockhead traveling slowly across her tongue. "I don't do things like that. You're all fucking liars."
"Call me that again and you know what happens."
"Get fuckin' lost, liar!"
The man reached out and was handed a whip, a small-handled cat with knotted tails. The man held it tightly and ran it down over the crotch of Scarlette's panties.
Scarlette gasped, thrusting her ass up off the bench, her thighs straining to get wider.
"Now you lick it all up." The man slowly pushed his cock between Scarlette's pouting lips.
Donna suffered as she watched her daughter degrade herself. Scarlette's lips took the man's cock in, sucking at it as it was buried into her mouth. Her throat muscles bulged as his thick cockhead pushed, widening her throat until the man's cock was in to the hilt and her tongue swirled all over his rock-hard shaft.
The man raised the cat and lashed it viciously into Scarlette's pussy. The tight knots beat hard into the crotch of her panties, lashing the girl, beating the outline of her pussylips into the thin material.
Scarlette's gurgling scream rang around the room and her throat throbbed around the huge fucker buried in it. Her ass heaved up, and her legs strained wider. She pulled hard on her ankles, thrusting her pussy out for more of the cat.
The men were gathering around, watching the depraved scene being played out. Scarlette's throat spasmed around the cock as the cat lashed her and the man pumped his prick at her mouth, face-fucking her with wilder and harder strokes.
Lana was working on the man who had finger-fucked her. She pulled his cock out and held it, moaning as her wanton mouth played with the massive throbbing cockhead.
"Ooohhh!" she moaned. "Let me suck you off, I've been so bad! I must suck you off!"
"Only if my friend fucks you as well," the man said, his cock thrusting hard at Lana's perfect little mouth.
"Ohhh, yes, of course!" Lana gasped, sliding to her feet and spreading her legs. "Ohhh, you see what a bad girl I am? You must punish me after this – ohhhh! Imagine, letting two men fuck me at once – ooohhh!"
The second man came up behind the swaying, gasping Lana and reached for her panties. He didn't bother to take them off her, just heaved and the thin material parted, ripping away in a couple strong pulls. Lana's moan echoed around the room, and she pushed her tight little ass back at him, her body writhing with the most depraved lust.
The man unzipped his pants and slid his hard cock into the willing girl's pussy, sliding it in with one long thrust, lifting Lana off her high heels. With a gurgle of lust, she sank her mouth down on the sitting man's cock and now she had two pricks in her to the hilt.
Imogene clung to the bonds, watching the disgusting scene. She watched her own daughter tossing wildly, her mouth sliding up and down the man's cock, her ass heaving as her tight little cunt sucked at the cock invading her fuck-hole. But even that wasn't as bad as the scene on the bench.
There Scarlette lay, her legs still spread wide over her head, her mouth stuffed with a man's cock as he fucked her throat and lashed her wide-open cunt. The knots of the cat whipped in, and the little nymph teen tossed and screamed into his cock meat with each blow. Her pussylips and the inner parts of her thighs were red and beaten, with small points of deeper crimson where the knots had landed.
But her panties were soaked, so soaked that the whip beat sparkling drops of pussy juice from each contact. Her panties had become transparent over her pussy, showing every curve of her pussylips. She writhed to the beat of the cat, gurgling and screaming, her legs pulling wider as she thrust up to take as much as she could of the beating leather.
Imogene watched, feeling the greatest horror of her life. She twisted against the pillar, trying spcrately to think of a way out. She looked over at Donna, but Donna was just weeping and hanging on the ropes. Imogene knew she had to think of something as she watched her daughter willingly taking the cocks, thrusting her tight little cunt back for more, her blonde hair tossing, her tits pushing against the cups of her bra as the man in the chair fondled them.
Then it happened. The man fucking Lana gave a long yell of lust, his hips speeding up, ramming his cock in harder and faster into the little blonde.
"Fuuuck!" he yelled. "She's got the tightest little cunt in history! Fuck, she pulls you off! Ooohhh, yeahhhh!"
He slapped Lana across her ass and suddenly his cock was spitting out thick wads of cum into Lana's cunt while he yelled at the top of his voice and rammed his cock in as hard as he could.
"Yyyeeeahhh! This is great! This is worth a contract! Ooooh, fuck – yeahhhh!"
His hips jerked as he fucked his thick cum into Lana's spasming little cunt. But he wasn't the only one coming. The one with his cock deep in Lana's throat was gasping as his throbbing cockshaft prepared to unload a thick stream of jism.
"You gotta try her throat!" he gasped. "You just gotta!"
"I will, I will!" the other man gasped as his cock began to run out of cum. "We got all weekend, oh fuck if my wife could see me now – ohhh fuuuucccck?"
He gave a great heave, lifted Lana off her feet and held her there, his cum running out from around his stiff cock as his stream gave out. Finally he dropped her down and slowly worked his cock in and out as it began to soften.
"Jeeezzzuss!" yelled the man with his cock deep in Lana's mouth. "Here it comes, baby, here it comes!"
He writhed and his cock began to spurt hot wads of cum into Lana's willing throat. The little mini gave a groan of lust and eased her mouth back, taking the jetting cum over her soft lips as she sucked on his cockhead, licking up the cum as it poured out.
"Ooohhh, tell me what a bad girl I am!" she moaned. "Tell me how you're gonna whip me for being such a bad girl – ooohhh, fuuuck! I'm sooo bad!"
She gave a huge sob and climaxed, her ass hunching back for the cock that was pulling out of her cunt.
"You're a bad girl! The worst little whore in the world!" the man yelled as his cock shot more thick cum over Lana's mouth. "And you're gonna be whipped until you're a good girl, you can count on that! Ooooh, fuck!"
He gave another huge moan and his cock gave out, the cockhead sliding over the mounds of cum all over Lana's lips. Greedily Lana licked them up, her tongue flicking over his softening cock-flesh as she moaned with almost unbearable arousal.
The third man was coming, too, deep in Scarlette's mouth. The cat lashed into her spread pussy with vicious strokes as the man rammed his cock harder into her open throat. She spasmed as the cock buried deep in her throat began to spout thick creamy streams of spunk. Her gurgles and groans of lust were buried in the tidal wave of cum that filled her mouth and sank into her hot, spasming throat.
"Whore, whore!" the man yelled, whipping her cunt with frantic, lashing strokes. "You deserve this, you bitch! Suck me down! Suck my cock, bitch!"
His arm swept up and he beat down on Scarlette's pussy, whipping the cat across her cunt-flesh as he shot jism into her throat. For beat after beat, he went on, and then the pace of his arm slowed as his cock gave out. Finally, he lashed Scarlette's cunt with all his might and gave up, leaning forward, his cock sliding into her mouth with long slow strokes as he gurgled with delight and she sucked all the cum off. She let go of her ankles and slid her hands up, caressing his balls.
Imogene was in shock because of the scene she had witnessed, then without warning, the lights glared down on her and Donna, showing them in all their helplessness. "Okay," Adam said, "now let's see if it's like daughter, like mother."