Bet - Copied

[hirarandi]

Two hours later, Becky pulled in Carol's driveway. She looked at the feed from the security system on her phone. Carol was still in the corner her knees pulled up to her chest rocking slightly back and forth. She thought about pouring the food down the pipe again, but decided it was time to shed some light on the situation.

Becky walked down to the basement and stood outside Carol's room. She took one last look at the semi-comatose woman cowering in the pitch blackness of her world. She watched Carol's reaction when she heard the lock disengage. The look of hope, then fear, and then surrender. Becky flipped the switch and watched as the bright lights flooded the room.

Carol screamed as the sudden brilliant lights at first stunned her, but seconds later, her eyes burned and pain shot out and into her brain. After so long in total darkness, her eyes were completely dilated. When Becky strode into the room, her body encased in black leather, the stiletto heels making her seem larger than life.

"Well slave, are you going to be a good slave?" Becky barked.

"Y...Y...Yes M...M...Mistress." Carol haltingly answered. Her voice was weak and hardly audible.

"I have your dinner slave. If you want out, you'll eat it all." Becky growled and headed for the bucket.

"Please Mistress, not in there!" Carol hoarsely called out.

"Oh, and why not?" Becky smirked. She already knew but she wanted to humiliate her slave again.

"Mistress, I had to use it to relieve myself." Carol moaned, her body slumping even more that it already was.

"Oh god that must be what I smell. No matter, here eat it out of this." Becky said and sat the bucket she was carrying on the floor.

Carol must have been starved, she crawled over and grabbed the bucket. Her face already crusted with previous meals. She quickly shoved her head into the bucket and started to eat. A second later, Carol pulled her head out and coughed, her face and hair dripping with the disgusting gruel.

"Oh don't like my cooking? I made it special for you, and if you ever want out of here, you will eat every last bite." Becky spat.

Carol's eyes fell to the floor. She knew what was in the bucket. She wanted to vomit, but the thought of staying in this room one second longer took away any qualms about eating her dinner. With only a moment's hesitation, Carol dropped her head again and started to eat. When she pulled her face from the bucket, her long light brown hair was caked with piss and dog kibbles, but the bucket was empty.

Becky almost swooned at the power she held over Carol. She knelt down beside her and grabbed her nasty chin. "Are you going to be a good slave for your Mistress?" She cooed.

"Yes Mistress." Carol groaned.

* * * * * * * * * *

Taylor and Ash sat on a bed. They both had on sheer pink teddy nighties. They had been in this room for the last several days. The room consisted of a bed, with pink comforters, pink walls with Hello Kitty patterns. The room was made up to look like a little girls room. Both Taylor and Ash had their hair up in pig tails with glitter makeup. To keep from anyone finding them, Ky agreed that she would hide them. However hiding them meant they were locked in the room and for days on end as cam sluts. If they didn't perform as Ky demanded, she would bring in a few boys from the campus and let them fuck the two slaves.

The shows varied from one day to another. One day they were young sisters, obeying every order that came across the internet feed. The next Ky had the slaves at two or more glory holes, sucking cock after cock and fucking them in any hole demanded.

Taylor no longer thought about college, or home, or even about Ash on the bed beside her. She just knew that when the computer monitor came to life, she was to smile, tease and do whatever she was told. They each had vibrators inserted in their pussies and asses, and as the viewers paid, the vibrators buzzed, driving both slaves into orgasm after orgasm all in high definition. They both could hear the cash register ring and could feel the intense vibrations. They more the cash register rang, the less they had to do after the camera's turned off.

Neither slave knew what time it was, or what day it was for that matter. Their whole world was that room. So when Ky walked in and tossed them some clothing, both girls flinched. Taylor and Ash quickly dressed, each had a thin white crop top that barely covered their tits, a pleated black skirt about ten inches long, and 5 inch stiletto heels. There were no panties or bras however.

After the slaves were dressed and cleaned up. Ky hooked a leash to each of their collars, and pulled them out of their room for the first time in days. Taylor briefly thought about running away, but she had no money, no clothes, her car was nowhere to be found, and the threat of all those yellow cards, had her submissively following her Mistress and staring at the floor. Her once proud and commanding personality gone. It was replaced with a cowering slave that only did as she was told.

"Today I have a surprise for you. I am taking you out for lunch. You will do exactly what you're told and if you're good I might reward you and keep the cameras off overnight." Ky barked.

Both slaves nodded, a night without fucking and sucking would be a real treat. It took about twenty minutes before they pulled up to a small hole in the wall restaurant. Ky turned to the slaves and growled. "We are going in and I don't want to hear a peep from either of you. You will sit at the table, pull you skirt up to your waist, and spread your legs. You will then pull the table cloth across your lap and do not cum. If you cum, I will punish you both." Ky said, her voice filled with arousal.

Ash and Taylor both nodded. Neither wanted to be punished. Just being out of the video room was a treat. Right now their only thoughts were to get to the next minute without being fucked or sucking another cock. Ky led the two slaves inside by their leashes. Taylor didn't even look up, she didn't want to know if anyone saw her, or how many men she could potentially be sucking later. Ky pulled them down a short hall and into a semi-private dining room. When Taylor looked up, she gasped when she saw Becky, Ky's mother sitting at the table.

'Oh no not Becky, if she knows about us the whole neighborhood knows.' Taylor thought.

* * * * * * * * * *

Carol was near broken. Her time in the basement nearly broke her spirit. Deep down she prayed someone would be looking for her, but she had no way of knowing if they were. She wasn't even sure how long she was in the room. The only thought going through her mind was not to go back to that awful room. Carol would do anything to stay out of that room. Becky cuffed Carol's hands behind her back and took her upstairs. Carol was filthy and starving. When Becky took her to the backyard, Carol didn't even resist. She stood passively and only squealed when Becky turned on the garden hose to clean her up.

Becky spent almost an hour cleaning up her now passive slave. She watched Carol closely, watching to see if there was any of the dominate woman from a few days ago. But she wanted to make sure. So that evening, she bound Carol a chair right in front of four large screen monitors. Becky locked a wide thick collar around Carol neck, eliminating any possible movement. All Carol could do was watch the monitors, and just to make sure she watched everything, she pushed several pills into Carol's mouth. She knew the amphetamines and ecstasy would make it impossible for her to go to sleep or not get aroused. Becky looked down at her prey, her one time rival, bound to a chair, naked and helpless and smiled.

Becky knew Carol was in a very vulnerable state right now. Her mind and body were weak and it wouldn't take much to break her completely. She walked behind her slave, and over to a computer. She went about punching the keyboard and soon a picture appeared on the screen right in front of Carol. Becky could hear Carol's moans as right in front of her were Ash and Taylor, both naked and obeying every obscene command scrolling on the side of the picture. Suddenly another picture appeared beside the first. This one was a video of Taylor in a men's restroom, naked, on her knees sucking a large cock. Taylor's face was already covered in cum. Surrounding her were several other men, all with their cocks out waiting for their turns. Carol closed her eyes when the vibrator buried in her pussy suddenly sent out an electrical shock.

Becky watched as Carol opened her eyes at the sudden shock. It didn't take Carol long to learn that if she closed her eyes for more than a couple seconds, she was shocked again. Carol started to cry as she was forced to watch as monitor after monitor filled with a different video or webpage. Each filled with her daughters sucking, fucking, and performing every sex act imaginal. Soon Carol's own videos started to appear.

On and on it went, with Carol unable to look away. It wasn't long before the drugs started to take effect and her slave's body started to react to the sexual scenes playing in front of her. Becky watched as Carol's body started to tremble and shake, betraying her. Becky knew that Carol hated every second but her body was soon lost in the lust from watching her and her daughters violated over and over. She smiled and walked out of the room. She would check back later and see how her slave was doing.

Becky did check back on Carol, a few times over the next twelve hours or so. Each time she gave her more pills and changed a few of the videos that played continuously on a loop. Each time Carol was a little more distant, there was no longer any life in her eyes. She looked between Carol's legs at the growing puddle of her fluids coating the chair. By the time she turned everything off over sixteen hours later, Carol was completely comatose and unresponsive.

She walked up to Carol and smacked her twice, once on each cheek.

"WAKE UP SLAVE!!!!" Becky screamed.

"Yes Mistress," Carol whispered her voice weak.

"I OWN YOU!!! YOU ARE MY SLAVE!" Becky screamed again.

"Yes Mistress," Carol answered again.

"I just have one more thing to show you, just in case you might be thinking someone will rescue you. Remember when I said I have all your passwords and have locked you out of everything. Well look at this." Becky said and held up a tablet showing Carol's Facebook page. She watched as Carol struggled to understand what she was seeing. She almost giggled when it finally sank in.

Becky pulled it back and said, "I just want to make sure you understand what you're seeing slave. It says you have left for an extended vacation. You left four days ago on an around the world cruise. You won't be back for at least two months. So for the next two months you are mine. No one will be looking for you. No one will be showing up to rescue you. You will be under my total control. If you think the last few days have been rough, by the time I'm through with you, your life will never be the same again." Becky spat and shut off the tablet. She watched as Carol's entire body seemed to shrink right in front of her. At that moment, Becky knew she had won.

The next few days Becky kept Carol on a short leash. She was never completely free. Her body was always naked and bound in some manner or another. She had Carol crawling from one menial task to another, cleaning the toilets, floors, and servicing her Mistress. Becky also limited her sleep and food intake. She wanted to keep her exhausted and hungry and would only reward her with sex and pain. Becky heard about Taylor's new kink of being a pain slut and wanted to see if mommy was just like her.

Carol had no idea of what day it was as every day melted into the next. The only difference was how Becky humiliated her and what new perversions she tried. With each day another barrier was breeched and Carol fell deeper under Becky's control.

All the while Becky kept her slave on the edge of an orgasm, never letting her get relief. Always pushing her limits and never giving her permission. Always in the background was the threat of "The Room". Carol couldn't fathom being trapped in there for any length of time, let alone for months on end.

Finally there was a change, Becky released Carol from her nightly bondage. She removed the ear buds that constantly transmitted subliminal suggestions to her captive. Over and over, phrase after phrase was pounded into Carol's mind, never giving her a break.

'You are a slut! You love your mistress! You obey your mistress! You love the taste of cum! You love cocks! You love pussy! You love your daughters; you love your daughter's pussies! Never say no to your Mistress!'

Carol tried to resist but the conditioning and the constant videos of her daughters sucking cocks, eating pussies, and having their asses fucked, was having the desired effects. Carol now regularly masturbated to those same videos of her daughters. Even when she had the choice to watch something else.

Carol waited and watched Becky move around the house. This was the first time she was completely free. Becky had even tossed her a thin gauze peasant dress, even though it was almost transparent and she wasn't allowed any underwear, it felt good to be covered.

A few minutes later, Becky walked up to Carol. "Okay slut, today we're going to have some fun. We're going out and I want you on your best behavior. If you fuck up even a little, it's back in the room for a month." Becky threatened. Carol trembled at the thought. She had no idea how long she was in there before, but she knew it wasn't anything close to a month. Just the thought of it left Carol eager to please her Mistress.

"Yes Mistress, I'll be good. I won't cause any problems Mistress." Carol said her head lowered and her eyes locked on Becky's feet.

"I expect nothing less. Now I know you haven't been allowed to cum for a long time. If you're really good, I'll let you cum. But you have to do as you're told." Becky continued.

Carol almost screamed when she heard Becky's words. She had been constantly teased, stroked, edged and fondled for the last several days. To say she was desperate would be an understatement. The only thing on her mind was to do as she was told and earn that chance to cum.

Carol followed Becky out to the car, and for the first time, she wasn't put into the trunk. In fact, she sat in the front seat and wasn't bound. There were a few times at traffic lights where she could have opened the door and ran away, but the thought of running was quickly dismissed. Her mind now conditioned to obey her Mistress.

It took about twenty minutes to arrive at a small restaurant on the outskirts of town. Becky got out and motioned for Carol to follow. Once inside, Becky talked to a man behind the bar and a few moments later, walked down the hall on the right. Carol didn't say a word but followed close behind. At the end of the hall was a semi-private dining room with a long table covered with a white table cloth that extended to the floor. On the left was a fancy video camera with a man standing behind it.

"Oh ignore him or anyone else slut. You don't look at them and just do as you're told." Becky barked. Carol nodded and looked away. Becky turned around and faced Carol. She reached into her large handbag and pulled out a leather collar. She showed Carol the collar and giggled when Carol gasped when she saw the tag dangling from a ring.

"Owned Slave" on one side, "Cum slut" on the other.

"Now here is the deal, you're going under the table, naked. In a few minutes, you're going to get a chance to see Taylor and Ash. You're not only seeing them, you're going to eat their pussies. Only they won't know it's you under the table. You will make each of them cum using only your tongue and fingers. You have 15 minutes to finish both of them. If you do it, you will get to cum and Ash and Taylor will be doing it." Becky explained.

"If you don't, you will be put in the room for a month." Becky continued.

Carol listened to Becky's instructions. She heard Taylor, Ash, eat pussy, cum, everything else melted into nothingness.

"Yes Mistress," she answered her body already feeling her arousal building. After watching hours and hours of videos of her daughters having all manner of perverted sex, they weren't her children any longer but images burned into her brain. She loved her daughters. She loved their pussies. She obeys her Mistress. Carol slipped the thin dress off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She didn't think twice about being nude in public. Her world at this moment was that ten foot by ten foot area surrounding the long table covered with the white table cloth. A few seconds later, without a word, she dropped to her knees and crawled under the table. Becky smiled at her slave crawling naked under the table. Her face flushed with excitement. Becky turned and walked to the far side of the table and sat down.