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“Sam, mommy wants her strap-on now,” Amanda said, her voice sending Sam off immediately. “I think Tory’s just about ready. You can really enjoy yourself once you know your place, dear.”

Amanda’s tongue slithered into Tory’s sex, up and down it, until she found the vibrant marble of her clit. Tory sighed—both Sam and her mother heard it—then Amanda’s fingers squeezed Tory’s buttocks tightly. Tory went along with the pull, thrusting her soft mound against Amanda’s face, fingers twining in the mother’s hair.

Tory wanted to pull her back, to make her stop forcing these sensations on her, but what she did was press Amanda’s face harder against her steamy pussy. She was turned on, undeniably so, her juices starting to glisten on her inner thighs.

Amanda pushed Tory back a few inches, slapped her thighs to get them to part, then pulled Tory down toward her lap. Tory automatically looked and saw that while Amanda had been tonguing her pussy, Sam must’ve gotten her strap-on and harnessed it to Amanda. The big, fat dildo jutted upward from her groin, seeming to pulsate in the air it cleaved through.

Then Tory was being pulled down by Amanda, the mother clearly intending to impale her little pussy on that massive cock. In Tory’s fraught state, it was hard to believe it wasn’t real. She imagined that hardness was Amanda’s real arousal, ready to fuck her, pump her full of sperm just like any boy wanted to do. She didn’t want to fuck, didn’t want to be bred, didn’t want to be stuffed with cum!

But even if Amanda could hear her frenzied thoughts, she wasn’t listening. Tory’s legs stiffened, resisting Amanda while she looked in desperation at Sam. Sam appeared halfway sympathetic—even as she reached out and put her hand on Tory’s bare shoulder, to push her down onto her mother’s strap-on. Tory stifled a sob. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. How could the LaRussos be fucking her again?

And this time, she knew how good it would feel.

Tory gave in, bending her knees until she finally felt the blunt push of Amanda’s strap-on at her entrance. The tip glided through her humid gates and shoved inexorably through her wet passage, brushing electrically against her inner folds as it entered her. One last pleading glance at Sam and then her legs crumpled, lowering her down onto her own impalement. She felt herself stretching, the walls of her interior straining around Amanda’s fat dildo. It pressed it another inch as Amanda arched her hips and then the fight was out of Tory—she was completely impaled.

Tory bit her lip, giving off a quavering sigh as her honeyed cunt clenched around the invading cock. Sam did feel a bit bad for the Cobra, if only because her mother said it was her fault that Tory hadn’t been properly fucked into submission like Moon and the others had. In spite of that, she felt her own pussy stirring, a blush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks while she watched Tory try to withstand being skewered on Amanda’s rampant strap-on.

Then Tory gasped in surprise, feeling herself being ushered upward, the strap-on leaving her pussy, before Amanda pulled her back down to slide over its shaft. Chafing the tender inner walls, still sensitive from how Sam had taken her virginity. Reigniting the fires that had so recently dampened.

Tory twisted around, looking for some escape, but Amanda was inside her with her hard, lengthy cock. There was nothing she could do about it except withstand the fire burning in her pussy, an inch that made her wiggle her hips, trying to comfortably seat the dildo inside her while it was constantly spreading her tight walls. Her heels slipped on the floor and she sank down heavily, once more impaled on the big strap-on. It went all the way in, until her engorged clit was crushed against Amanda’s pelvis.

Amanda grunted in satisfaction, looking down at Tory’s impaled flesh wrapping tightly around her dildo. It almost looked painful, like if it were a real cock it’d be getting strangled by Tory’s attempts to close herself back up again. But that only satisfied Amanda further. What sweet, hot, tight pussy she’d found to play with. It inspired her; she felt like she could fuck that hot little passageway for a week before stopping.

Tory looked up at Sam to see her nodding her approval. She felt embarrassed, ashamed. She’d surrendered to them, allowed herself to be fucked by them—and, completing her humiliation, she couldn’t even claim to hate it. They’d made her like being debased. Just like the last time. The anger she was usually able to summon up so readily, to rage against all the injustices visited on her, it was nowhere to be seen. All she could feel was a greed for more.

“Sam, why don’t you come over here?” Amanda called. “Poor Tory is probably so used to having to fuck herself for a good bang that she doesn’t know what to do when she’s lucky enough to come across a hard cock and someone to use it on her. I want you to show her what to do, how to play the part of a good little submissive bitch. I bet it won’t take her long to figure out she’s much better at being a good girl than a bad girl.”

“You two are a pair of freaks!” Tory snapped. “Such fucking freaks—you shouldn’t be doing this!”

“And you shouldn’t be enjoying it,” Amanda retorted, stroking Tory’s hair lovingly. “You strike me as a girl who’s used to shades of gray. Why can’t you understand that as much as this seems like something you should hate, you really love it? You hate being abused and exploited and talked down to, but this isn’t like that. This is what you want. It’s what you’re meant for. It’s the white raven, baby. The exception that proves the rule.”

And as Amanda bore down on Tory, striking away her sullen poker face with a barrage of words that Tory had to admit was true, Sam came up behind Tory. She cupped her hands around Tory’s trim waist and lifted her up, slowly, gently… only to lower her back down. Slowly. Gently.

An itch had started with Amanda’s words, with her forcing Tory to imagine herself submissive and slutty and surrendered. Now it was being scratched. Tory felt the relief of moving up and down as Sam was showing her. At first she did it carefully, trying only to soothe the irritating burning coming from inside her sex. For a while, that worked. Tory lowered her head to Amanda’s shoulder and flexed her thighs, moving herself a few inches on the strap-on buried in her. Her hands rested on Amanda’s shoulders as the mother sat there, her head comfortably resting against the back of the chair, breathing in pure pleasure and exuding raw satiation with Tory helping herself to be fucked.

Tory hated that Amanda was clearly enjoying herself, delighting in both the physical pressure of the strap-on’s base at her cunt and how she was dominating Tory—in some insidious way making her… dominate herself for Amanda. She didn’t even have to fuck her, she was making Tory want to be fucked and then fucking her. Fucking her so good…

Amanda continued: “And as little sense as it must make to you, you are going to get used to it. Because when a daughter of mine finds a perfectly good anal bitch, we don’t just let her ass close up. We keep it as wide open as we can fuck it. Hope you can do karate with a plug up your ass, Tory, because that’s the only way that hole is ever getting shut up again.”

Tory told herself that she had to stop. She was just trying to scratch that itch, pushing away the niggling little need inside her, but she couldn’t give Amanda the fucking satisfaction. Not any more than she already had. Only one more stroke and she would stop—see the look on Amanda’s face then, when she found out Tory wasn’t her bitch. Just one more and then… another one, but that was all, then she would be satisfied and it wasn’t like she hadn’t already been impaled. Amanda was already getting off on this, she’d made her point, what was a little more contentment for her if Tory managed to satisfy herself?

In and out and in and out and in and out until Tory realized, through her haze of delicious friction, that they were fucking. Only it wasn’t like any sex she’d ever heard of. Amanda was fucking her and Tory was fucking herself, just like Amanda had made her, Amanda and her bitch daughter.

As if cued by the realization, Tory’s hips began a move sensual undulation. She made a longer stroke on Amanda’s strap-on, tipping her hips back and up as she rose, then reversing the tilt as she came back down. Her pussy was wet—more dripped out of it with each wet thrust. Sam was still there, somewhere, watching Tory supposed, but it was an effort to remember her, even if she had started all this. What mattered was Amanda. What mattered was pleasing her. What mattered was that Tory knew how to do it without any coaching or instruction. It was like her body was meant for this.

And she did it, rejoicing in what her body was able to feel, until Amanda was groaning, her hips jolting upward every time Tory lowered herself down to swallow the strap-on between them. Tory heard other sounds too, sounds she thought she recognized. Yes, she had heard them before, heard them when Sam was forcing her to ecstasy such a short time ago.

It was her own heady voice, clenched with passion, groaning, sighing, grunting, crying out both barely audible and bristling with volume. It’d started out as a vibration, almost only in her head, but with each passing moment it gained in strength, just like the feelings being conjured inside of Tory’s cunt.

Sam watched her, so close at hand, yet so far from Tory’s notice. She saw the honey-colored hair tumbling across Tory’s shoulders, shimmering with her movement, her beautiful ass rising and falling like a heart beating, the heart its shape so resembled. The rounded cheeks parted as she lifted them, the valley between opening to flash the enticing portal to her rectum, centered with a tiny pucker so perfect it looked as if it had never been used. Sam could see how her mother thought she hadn’t properly broken Tory in. Her ass looked outright virginal.

And then there was the entrance Amanda’s strap-on was using, the wine-colored lips closed lusciously around the shaft, seeming to suck on its continuous thrusts. Every time Tory swung her hips, the delicate petals of her labia clung to the dildo, then were swallowed back inside her when she came down again, her lush buttocks trembling ripely as they slapped down on Amanda’s thighs.

Sam could see Tory was enjoying it. Her wetly sucking cunt roiled all around Amanda’s dildo. She remembered how Tory had responded when she’d taken Tory like that, owned her virginity, but clearly Tory hadn’t come then with the mind-shattering enthusiasm she was feeling now.

Sam felt short-changed. She’d fucked Tory, robbed her of her cherry, but she hadn’t broken her. Amanda was doing that. Sam could either wait until she was finished and then try to do the same—a meaningless exercise, as Amanda was clearly going to leave nothing left of Tory’s antagonistic will—or she could join in. She could help shatter Tory right alongside her mother.

The thing was, Amanda was clearly loving what she was in the middle of… fucking Tory’s eyes up into her skull and making her like it. She couldn’t have any intention of stopping just to accommodate Sam. But Sam felt so turned on at the prospect of being a part of Tory’s defeat that she had to loosen her pants and pull her panties aside, just to relieve some of the itch on her swollen, tender pussy.

She watched Tory lift and drop, her cunt sucking audibly at Amanda’s long, thick dildo, and knew that no matter what Amanda wanted, this need she couldn’t control. Sam had taken Tory’s virginity. She owned her. She would be a part of Tory’s dominance, whether or not her mom liked it.

Sam kicked off her shoes and dropped her pants to the floor. She stepped out of the puddle of clothing to go to the same box from which she’d taken Amanda’s strap-on, selecting another one and buckling it on.

She looked back at where Tory was riding Amanda, if such a submissive act could be given the name. Amanda’s groin and Tory’s thighs were shiny with sexual juices. More coated the inner slopes of Tory’s buttocks, making her adorable little anus glisten wetly.

Sam decided that her mother might have a right to the family’s second turn on Tory’s cunt, but she would be the one to finally break in that other winking hole, no matter how long it took. She’d claim Tory if she had to fuck all the way into her bowels.