Careful now guys, all this is going to my head..... like maybe I could earn a doctorate in pain 'management'.
(Tim Allen reference)
Mother and daughter slave training
Re: Mother and daughter slave training
Slave Rule #1- No matter how bad the pain is, it can always get worse
Re: Mother and daughter slave training
Hmmm........... I'm thinking that might have to be pay-per-view.
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Re: Mother and daughter slave training
Not my caption, but a lovely image, made me wonder about what would happen next.
Her mom had always been her role model – a strong, proud woman who never seemed fazed by anything, no problem was insurmountable for her.
To see her Mom helpless like this was just as unfamiliar as the bondage she also found herself in..
She knew her mom had to be afraid, but she was hiding it well, presumably for her.
Since the first photo had been taken the hours passed interminably, the women mumbling occasionally to each other through their gags, not wanting to incur the wrath of the gang who abducted them.
Eventually two of their captors returned; one was carrying a video camera which he quickly set up, and trained on her and her mom, while the other knelt down beside her mom.
She watched the man place his callused hand on the soft skin of her mother’s upper leg, and massage the smooth flesh. She felt her mother’s body stiffen at the touch, and her breathing increase. He continued to massage her tanned, muscular leg, moving slowly upwards, he was evidently enjoying himself, relishing the opportunity to grope such an attractive woman who was helpless to resist.
He took his time, and as his hand approached her panties he slowed, and rested his hand with his fingertips just touching the fabric covering her crotch.
She saw her mom screw her eyes shut and hold her breath, steeling herself against the what was about to happen. The man was clearly expecting this, and was happy to wait until she was forced to take a breath. When she did, he quickly reached up under her skirt, grabbed the waistband of her underwear and gave a sharp tug downwards..
Her mom yelped – seated and bound as she was there was no chance of him pulling the panties down in her current position, and they dug painfully into her groin.
Another painful yank and her mom opened her eyes and looked at her tormentor.
She wiggled her hips to indicate she would co-operate to ease the process, and the man worked the garment over her pert buttocks, very much enjoying the sensations of the bound woman wriggling against him. Once the hard work was done he yanked the black panties down her legs, they bunched up and came to a rest halfway down her tanned thighs.
She couldn’t help feeling a little upset that her mom hadn’t resisted more, but deep down she knew that her mom was just being realistic –she knew she was going to be stripped one way or the other, and she was saving herself some pain and humiliation whilst trying to maintain some dignity, especially as the whole ordeal was being recorded.
From his pocket the man produced a nasty looking flick knife, which he slid between the silky skin of her mom’s left leg and the panties, he flicked his wrist and easily sliced through the waistband leaving no doubt as to how sharp the thin blade was. The process was repeated with her right leg, and the panties were tugged free.
He made a show of peering between her bound limbs, and whistled appreciatively at what he could see. Her mom was brightly flushed with embarrassment, she wanted to hug her and tell her it was alright, but in their current predicament all she could do was lay her head tenderly on her mom’s shoulder in a show of solidarity against the humiliation that had been inflicted on her.
The man turned his attention to the panties he’d removed from her mom, studying them intently. It was well over a day since the women were abducted, their vigorous struggles against their capture and subsequent bondage had made them sweat profusely, and since they were taken they had not been allowed a bathroom break and both women had pissed themselves multiple times.
Both her and her mom were watching with horrified fascination as he sniffed the fetid fabric, and wrinkled his nose at the stench. She shook her head - why would anyone want to get so close to, let alone smell her mom’s disgusting used underwear?
He brought the stinky garment towards the her, and dangled it in front of her face – she recoiled at her mom’s odor, and the various stains and secretions clearly visible on the fabric.
As she turned her head away, he swiftly yanked the gag out of her mouth, and jammed the panties inside, and replaced the gag before she had a chance to react.
The gag wasn’t particularly effective at muffling sound - it didn’t need to be as there was no-one for miles around, but it did a fine job of keeping her mom’s panties in her mouth.. He tightened the gag as she retched, trying to force the foul tasting underwear out..
Relishing her obvious disgust, the man operating the camera finally spoke: “Next time your daughter’s gag comes off, it will either because you’ve paid us and your family are all safe and free, or because you haven’t and your sweet little girl is about to get real intimate with your wife and and eat out her mommy’s pussy..”
The camera cut away showing the horrified reaction on the faces of the two captives.
The man who’d stripped her mom spoke: “We’re really, really hoping he doesn’t pay. Get some rest ladies, you’re going to need it for what we’ve got planned for you”
Her mom had always been her role model – a strong, proud woman who never seemed fazed by anything, no problem was insurmountable for her.
To see her Mom helpless like this was just as unfamiliar as the bondage she also found herself in..
She knew her mom had to be afraid, but she was hiding it well, presumably for her.
Since the first photo had been taken the hours passed interminably, the women mumbling occasionally to each other through their gags, not wanting to incur the wrath of the gang who abducted them.
Eventually two of their captors returned; one was carrying a video camera which he quickly set up, and trained on her and her mom, while the other knelt down beside her mom.
She watched the man place his callused hand on the soft skin of her mother’s upper leg, and massage the smooth flesh. She felt her mother’s body stiffen at the touch, and her breathing increase. He continued to massage her tanned, muscular leg, moving slowly upwards, he was evidently enjoying himself, relishing the opportunity to grope such an attractive woman who was helpless to resist.
He took his time, and as his hand approached her panties he slowed, and rested his hand with his fingertips just touching the fabric covering her crotch.
She saw her mom screw her eyes shut and hold her breath, steeling herself against the what was about to happen. The man was clearly expecting this, and was happy to wait until she was forced to take a breath. When she did, he quickly reached up under her skirt, grabbed the waistband of her underwear and gave a sharp tug downwards..
Her mom yelped – seated and bound as she was there was no chance of him pulling the panties down in her current position, and they dug painfully into her groin.
Another painful yank and her mom opened her eyes and looked at her tormentor.
She wiggled her hips to indicate she would co-operate to ease the process, and the man worked the garment over her pert buttocks, very much enjoying the sensations of the bound woman wriggling against him. Once the hard work was done he yanked the black panties down her legs, they bunched up and came to a rest halfway down her tanned thighs.
She couldn’t help feeling a little upset that her mom hadn’t resisted more, but deep down she knew that her mom was just being realistic –she knew she was going to be stripped one way or the other, and she was saving herself some pain and humiliation whilst trying to maintain some dignity, especially as the whole ordeal was being recorded.
From his pocket the man produced a nasty looking flick knife, which he slid between the silky skin of her mom’s left leg and the panties, he flicked his wrist and easily sliced through the waistband leaving no doubt as to how sharp the thin blade was. The process was repeated with her right leg, and the panties were tugged free.
He made a show of peering between her bound limbs, and whistled appreciatively at what he could see. Her mom was brightly flushed with embarrassment, she wanted to hug her and tell her it was alright, but in their current predicament all she could do was lay her head tenderly on her mom’s shoulder in a show of solidarity against the humiliation that had been inflicted on her.
The man turned his attention to the panties he’d removed from her mom, studying them intently. It was well over a day since the women were abducted, their vigorous struggles against their capture and subsequent bondage had made them sweat profusely, and since they were taken they had not been allowed a bathroom break and both women had pissed themselves multiple times.
Both her and her mom were watching with horrified fascination as he sniffed the fetid fabric, and wrinkled his nose at the stench. She shook her head - why would anyone want to get so close to, let alone smell her mom’s disgusting used underwear?
He brought the stinky garment towards the her, and dangled it in front of her face – she recoiled at her mom’s odor, and the various stains and secretions clearly visible on the fabric.
As she turned her head away, he swiftly yanked the gag out of her mouth, and jammed the panties inside, and replaced the gag before she had a chance to react.
The gag wasn’t particularly effective at muffling sound - it didn’t need to be as there was no-one for miles around, but it did a fine job of keeping her mom’s panties in her mouth.. He tightened the gag as she retched, trying to force the foul tasting underwear out..
Relishing her obvious disgust, the man operating the camera finally spoke: “Next time your daughter’s gag comes off, it will either because you’ve paid us and your family are all safe and free, or because you haven’t and your sweet little girl is about to get real intimate with your wife and and eat out her mommy’s pussy..”
The camera cut away showing the horrified reaction on the faces of the two captives.
The man who’d stripped her mom spoke: “We’re really, really hoping he doesn’t pay. Get some rest ladies, you’re going to need it for what we’ve got planned for you”
Re: Mother and daughter slave training
Love this.Ganemede wrote: ↑Sun Apr 09, 2023 11:46 pm Not my caption, but a lovely image, made me wonder about what would happen next.
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Her mom had always been her role model – a strong, proud woman who never seemed fazed by anything, no problem was insurmountable for her.
To see her Mom helpless like this was just as unfamiliar as the bondage she also found herself in..
She knew her mom had to be afraid, but she was hiding it well, presumably for her.
Since the first photo had been taken the hours passed interminably, the women mumbling occasionally to each other through their gags, not wanting to incur the wrath of the gang who abducted them.
Eventually two of their captors returned; one was carrying a video camera which he quickly set up, and trained on her and her mom, while the other knelt down beside her mom.
She watched the man place his callused hand on the soft skin of her mother’s upper leg, and massage the smooth flesh. She felt her mother’s body stiffen at the touch, and her breathing increase. He continued to massage her tanned, muscular leg, moving slowly upwards, he was evidently enjoying himself, relishing the opportunity to grope such an attractive woman who was helpless to resist.
He took his time, and as his hand approached her panties he slowed, and rested his hand with his fingertips just touching the fabric covering her crotch.
She saw her mom screw her eyes shut and hold her breath, steeling herself against the what was about to happen. The man was clearly expecting this, and was happy to wait until she was forced to take a breath. When she did, he quickly reached up under her skirt, grabbed the waistband of her underwear and gave a sharp tug downwards..
Her mom yelped – seated and bound as she was there was no chance of him pulling the panties down in her current position, and they dug painfully into her groin.
Another painful yank and her mom opened her eyes and looked at her tormentor.
She wiggled her hips to indicate she would co-operate to ease the process, and the man worked the garment over her pert buttocks, very much enjoying the sensations of the bound woman wriggling against him. Once the hard work was done he yanked the black panties down her legs, they bunched up and came to a rest halfway down her tanned thighs.
She couldn’t help feeling a little upset that her mom hadn’t resisted more, but deep down she knew that her mom was just being realistic –she knew she was going to be stripped one way or the other, and she was saving herself some pain and humiliation whilst trying to maintain some dignity, especially as the whole ordeal was being recorded.
From his pocket the man produced a nasty looking flick knife, which he slid between the silky skin of her mom’s left leg and the panties, he flicked his wrist and easily sliced through the waistband leaving no doubt as to how sharp the thin blade was. The process was repeated with her right leg, and the panties were tugged free.
He made a show of peering between her bound limbs, and whistled appreciatively at what he could see. Her mom was brightly flushed with embarrassment, she wanted to hug her and tell her it was alright, but in their current predicament all she could do was lay her head tenderly on her mom’s shoulder in a show of solidarity against the humiliation that had been inflicted on her.
The man turned his attention to the panties he’d removed from her mom, studying them intently. It was well over a day since the women were abducted, their vigorous struggles against their capture and subsequent bondage had made them sweat profusely, and since they were taken they had not been allowed a bathroom break and both women had pissed themselves multiple times.
Both her and her mom were watching with horrified fascination as he sniffed the fetid fabric, and wrinkled his nose at the stench. She shook her head - why would anyone want to get so close to, let alone smell her mom’s disgusting used underwear?
He brought the stinky garment towards the her, and dangled it in front of her face – she recoiled at her mom’s odor, and the various stains and secretions clearly visible on the fabric.
As she turned her head away, he swiftly yanked the gag out of her mouth, and jammed the panties inside, and replaced the gag before she had a chance to react.
The gag wasn’t particularly effective at muffling sound - it didn’t need to be as there was no-one for miles around, but it did a fine job of keeping her mom’s panties in her mouth.. He tightened the gag as she retched, trying to force the foul tasting underwear out..
Relishing her obvious disgust, the man operating the camera finally spoke: “Next time your daughter’s gag comes off, it will either because you’ve paid us and your family are all safe and free, or because you haven’t and your sweet little girl is about to get real intimate with your wife and and eat out her mommy’s pussy..”
The camera cut away showing the horrified reaction on the faces of the two captives.
The man who’d stripped her mom spoke: “We’re really, really hoping he doesn’t pay. Get some rest ladies, you’re going to need it for what we’ve got planned for you”
Slave Rule #1- No matter how bad the pain is, it can always get worse
Re: Mother and daughter slave training
I found another image from this set which follow on nicely from this
She looked across at her Mom; she was staring straight into the camera as her breasts were roughly groped, her eyes blazing with fury and defiance, but she was helpless to prevent the man from assailing her.
She couldn’t bear to see her mother exposed and abused like this so she closed her eyes and tried to go back over the events since their capture.
There had been multiple ransom videos recorded over the days since they were taken from their home. The first one had just been a video of her and her mom wriggling in their bonds with a demand to her Daddy for money. It seemed so long ago, after that they’d been left in the dark for a few hours? She had no way to keep track of time.
The second video was where they had stripped off her mom’s panties and forced them into her mouth and threatened to make her be…intimate with her own mom. They’d again left the pair alone in the dark for a few hours after that, the women both praying that the threat was hollow..
The third video. She thought back over the last ordeal as she heard her mom cry out in pain beside her, the man was getting rougher as he got more excited by the touch of her mom’s tanned skin.
They had heard footsteps approaching, the door to the room they were being held in was flung open and they blinked in the sudden brightness. There were more of them this time – it seemed all of their captors were in the small room for whatever was about to happen.
The camera man, who seemed to be in charge, had set up his tripod again, the rest of them stood behind her and her mother. She and her mom were both trembling – they’d had the last few hours bound in the darkness to contemplate what might happen if their ransom wasn’t paid. She wasn’t religious, but she’d prayed hard that they wouldn’t go through with their threat.
She couldn’t stand to look at her mom as the man behind the camera spoke.
“Well, it seems you don’t care too much about your family.. So now this is going to happen, and it’s all on you”
The men moved fast, they’d obviously discussed their roles – two men held her in place so she could see what was happening to her mom – they had already laid the older woman down – one man was straddling her chest, and two were already holding down her bound legs. The man with the knife cut the tape that was binding her knees and ankles, and the two men were waiting to force her ankles wide apart. Her panties had already been removed and stuffed in her daughter’s mouth, so her pussy was now on full display, her tanned legs held wide open, muscles flexing as she tried in vain to escape the grip of the men restraining her.
She felt herself lifted and placed between her mom’s spread legs, her wrists still taped behind her back.
The fabric wrapped around her head was removed, and her mom’s sodden panties were pulled from her mouth. One of the men grabbed her ponytail and forcibly steered her head towards her mother’s sex.
Freed from her gag, she managed “Mom, I love y-“ before her face was shoved deep into her mother’s crotch..
She had never fingered another woman’s private areas, let alone eaten one out.
Her mom’s panties had given her a literal taste of what to expect, but she wasn’t prepared for the sensory overload that assaulted her as her nose and mouth were forced against her mom’s slit. The coarse stubble of her pubic hair, the suffocating warmth between the tops of her legs, the scent and tangy salty taste of her slit after almost two days of captivity, the movement of her mom’s body beneath her as she writhed against her captors to save her daughter from this indignity.
It felt like it went on forever – they threatened to hurt her mom if she didn’t do exactly as she was instructed, so she did what she was told and prayed it would be over quickly..
The men were all enjoying this spectacle, they forced her face deeper and deeper into her mom’s pussy, cutting off her air and making her thrash violently to avoid suffocating. They made her lick her mom’s slit, and even drag her teeth over her mom’s clitoris, which despite her best efforts had become erect. She could hear her Mom’s guttural groan as they forced her to bite down hard on the sensitive nub..
Through the shame and the humiliation she could feel hands all over her body, grabbing her upturned ass as her face was forcefully pressed into her mom’s genitals. Her dress and bra were removed at some point, leaving her naked between her mother’s spread legs.
Eventually they released the grip on her blonde ponytail, she pulled her head back and lay there sobbing, laying her head on her mom’s thigh, her face slick with her own drool, snot and tears all mixed in with her mom’s bodily secretions. Her hands were still tied behind her back, she tried to wipe some of the slime from her face onto her face onto her mom’s leg and catch her breath.
Her mom was still firmly held in place and could do nothing to comfort her distraught daughter, the camera was brought over to capture the scene of the terrible intimacy between the two women from up close.
The respite didn’t last long - lengths of white rope were produced, she felt the duct tape on her limbs being cut, instantly replaced with rope. She watched the three men that had held her mom in place flip her onto her stomach, and bind her ankles and wrists with ruthless efficiency.. Her mom looked over at her and for the first time she saw real fear in her eyes – she had managed to hide it from her so far, but now there was a sense of desperation that hadn’t been there before.
She watched as the men threaded a rope from her ankles to her wrists, and pulled it tight, arching her mom’s back brutally, expelling a grunt of air as her spine flexed backwards.
She recognized her own stained white panties as they were thrust into her mom’s mouth before layers of duct tape sealed them inside and the men stepped back to admire their handywork.
She’d watched with detached fascination as the thugs rendered her mom helpless, she was reminded of her own predicament as she felt her own ankles being drawn up towards her wrists. She opened her mouth to beg her tormentors not to tie her so cruelly, but before she could make a sound the disgusting, cold soggy bundle of her mom’s panties was again forced into her mouth, and sealed with more duct tape.
The men withdrew, leaving the bound women writhing helpless on the floor. Their leader spoke one last time:
“Last chance shithead. We’re going to leave your women tied up like pieces of meat they are until midnight. After that they are ours, and believe me, the boys will go to town and fuck these bitches up.”
The lights had been turned out, and the bound mom and her daughter were again left alone with their imaginations, the nightmare images in their heads further fueled by the trauma of what had just been inflicted on them both.
That had been… 6 hours ago? 12? She had no idea – her body was so sore from being tied like this.. Although she was young, she was smart enough to know that if the ransom had been paid, they would not be treating her mom like this.. The men in the room were looking at her with a nasty glint in their eyes, and many of them had noticeable bulges in their pants. Her mom’s struggles turned frantic as she saw the men advance towards her helpless daughter, she prayed again that this was all just a nightmare, but her and her mom, the nightmare was only just beginning..
She lay there, powerless to do anything – she knew she couldn’t escape the ropes, both her and her mom had spent the last few hours straining and thrashing against them in the dark as they knew it might well be their last opportunity to escape.
She looked across at her Mom; she was staring straight into the camera as her breasts were roughly groped, her eyes blazing with fury and defiance, but she was helpless to prevent the man from assailing her.
She couldn’t bear to see her mother exposed and abused like this so she closed her eyes and tried to go back over the events since their capture.
There had been multiple ransom videos recorded over the days since they were taken from their home. The first one had just been a video of her and her mom wriggling in their bonds with a demand to her Daddy for money. It seemed so long ago, after that they’d been left in the dark for a few hours? She had no way to keep track of time.
The second video was where they had stripped off her mom’s panties and forced them into her mouth and threatened to make her be…intimate with her own mom. They’d again left the pair alone in the dark for a few hours after that, the women both praying that the threat was hollow..
The third video. She thought back over the last ordeal as she heard her mom cry out in pain beside her, the man was getting rougher as he got more excited by the touch of her mom’s tanned skin.
They had heard footsteps approaching, the door to the room they were being held in was flung open and they blinked in the sudden brightness. There were more of them this time – it seemed all of their captors were in the small room for whatever was about to happen.
The camera man, who seemed to be in charge, had set up his tripod again, the rest of them stood behind her and her mother. She and her mom were both trembling – they’d had the last few hours bound in the darkness to contemplate what might happen if their ransom wasn’t paid. She wasn’t religious, but she’d prayed hard that they wouldn’t go through with their threat.
She couldn’t stand to look at her mom as the man behind the camera spoke.
“Well, it seems you don’t care too much about your family.. So now this is going to happen, and it’s all on you”
The men moved fast, they’d obviously discussed their roles – two men held her in place so she could see what was happening to her mom – they had already laid the older woman down – one man was straddling her chest, and two were already holding down her bound legs. The man with the knife cut the tape that was binding her knees and ankles, and the two men were waiting to force her ankles wide apart. Her panties had already been removed and stuffed in her daughter’s mouth, so her pussy was now on full display, her tanned legs held wide open, muscles flexing as she tried in vain to escape the grip of the men restraining her.
She felt herself lifted and placed between her mom’s spread legs, her wrists still taped behind her back.
The fabric wrapped around her head was removed, and her mom’s sodden panties were pulled from her mouth. One of the men grabbed her ponytail and forcibly steered her head towards her mother’s sex.
Freed from her gag, she managed “Mom, I love y-“ before her face was shoved deep into her mother’s crotch..
She had never fingered another woman’s private areas, let alone eaten one out.
Her mom’s panties had given her a literal taste of what to expect, but she wasn’t prepared for the sensory overload that assaulted her as her nose and mouth were forced against her mom’s slit. The coarse stubble of her pubic hair, the suffocating warmth between the tops of her legs, the scent and tangy salty taste of her slit after almost two days of captivity, the movement of her mom’s body beneath her as she writhed against her captors to save her daughter from this indignity.
It felt like it went on forever – they threatened to hurt her mom if she didn’t do exactly as she was instructed, so she did what she was told and prayed it would be over quickly..
The men were all enjoying this spectacle, they forced her face deeper and deeper into her mom’s pussy, cutting off her air and making her thrash violently to avoid suffocating. They made her lick her mom’s slit, and even drag her teeth over her mom’s clitoris, which despite her best efforts had become erect. She could hear her Mom’s guttural groan as they forced her to bite down hard on the sensitive nub..
Through the shame and the humiliation she could feel hands all over her body, grabbing her upturned ass as her face was forcefully pressed into her mom’s genitals. Her dress and bra were removed at some point, leaving her naked between her mother’s spread legs.
Eventually they released the grip on her blonde ponytail, she pulled her head back and lay there sobbing, laying her head on her mom’s thigh, her face slick with her own drool, snot and tears all mixed in with her mom’s bodily secretions. Her hands were still tied behind her back, she tried to wipe some of the slime from her face onto her face onto her mom’s leg and catch her breath.
Her mom was still firmly held in place and could do nothing to comfort her distraught daughter, the camera was brought over to capture the scene of the terrible intimacy between the two women from up close.
The respite didn’t last long - lengths of white rope were produced, she felt the duct tape on her limbs being cut, instantly replaced with rope. She watched the three men that had held her mom in place flip her onto her stomach, and bind her ankles and wrists with ruthless efficiency.. Her mom looked over at her and for the first time she saw real fear in her eyes – she had managed to hide it from her so far, but now there was a sense of desperation that hadn’t been there before.
She watched as the men threaded a rope from her ankles to her wrists, and pulled it tight, arching her mom’s back brutally, expelling a grunt of air as her spine flexed backwards.
She recognized her own stained white panties as they were thrust into her mom’s mouth before layers of duct tape sealed them inside and the men stepped back to admire their handywork.
She’d watched with detached fascination as the thugs rendered her mom helpless, she was reminded of her own predicament as she felt her own ankles being drawn up towards her wrists. She opened her mouth to beg her tormentors not to tie her so cruelly, but before she could make a sound the disgusting, cold soggy bundle of her mom’s panties was again forced into her mouth, and sealed with more duct tape.
The men withdrew, leaving the bound women writhing helpless on the floor. Their leader spoke one last time:
“Last chance shithead. We’re going to leave your women tied up like pieces of meat they are until midnight. After that they are ours, and believe me, the boys will go to town and fuck these bitches up.”
The lights had been turned out, and the bound mom and her daughter were again left alone with their imaginations, the nightmare images in their heads further fueled by the trauma of what had just been inflicted on them both.
That had been… 6 hours ago? 12? She had no idea – her body was so sore from being tied like this.. Although she was young, she was smart enough to know that if the ransom had been paid, they would not be treating her mom like this.. The men in the room were looking at her with a nasty glint in their eyes, and many of them had noticeable bulges in their pants. Her mom’s struggles turned frantic as she saw the men advance towards her helpless daughter, she prayed again that this was all just a nightmare, but her and her mom, the nightmare was only just beginning..
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Will anyone save them in time from their dreadful fate at the bottom of the harbor?
I wonder where they are now..
I wonder where they are now..
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