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"Mommy slave! Where the fuck is my pretty nasty whore mother and slutty little pet daughter? And why arent they waiting by the front door ass up and face down?" I'd just gotten home from a particularly shitty shift and was in no mood for her to play games. Pet mommys don't get to play games. Pet mommys have games played with them. Pet mommys don't get to do things. They get things done to them.. And if this bitch that birthed me was one thing absolutely, it was my pet. Completely and utterly, I owned her. Well, I say pet because it brings to mind the collar and doggystyle and submissiveness, all of which definitely applied to mommy, but really she was lower than a pet. Lower than an animal. She was my property, a dirty fucking piece of flesh for me to have my way with. But she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Where she'd been everyday for the past 8 years since I'd drugged, cajoled, and finally forced her into her New role. Though really it wasn't that new, and the force she'd made me use had been because she wanted to see it. She'd known she was destined to be nothing but a piece of fuckmeat since she was conscious of her pussy, and I think she suspected the reason I was born was to own her. Our daughters purpose had always been even clearer. Before she was born, even before she was a desperate, horny twinkle in our pedo moms eyes, she was fated to be property.
"Ma-!" I started to yell angrily again before I saw a note by the stairs.
" your mother and her cunt hole cannot apoligize enough for disobeying her sons standing order, but i wanted to surprise you with something I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy. We're upstairs in the bedroom, apologies for not welcoming you home but we're a little incapicated." Written in her elegant cursive, in red ink, it was signed with two dark purple lipstick stains, one much much smaller than the other. I smirked despite myself, I didn't mind her doing something on her own every now and again if it's purpose was solely to turn me on, and i had a feeling this would. Either way of course they would both be punished severely for disobeying.
I sprang upstairs, ripping my shirt off and unbuckling my belt. When I pushed open the door to the bedroom the three of us shared, I was not disappointed. Spread eagle, tightly tied, and wearing nothing but nylon thigh highs, gloves, and cat ears, were my girls. Our whore mother was on her back with our daughter lying stomach down on top of her. Their pussys were perfectly aligned so I could rub against both at the same time, and our little girls face was centered right in between our mothers tits. Their mouths were forced open by large ring gags, and they both dripped huge quantities of drool. By the bed I saw two syringes, one about half full. A note under them read,
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