Incest/Taboo Broadmoor's Haughty Headmistress

Kris took her daughter's tit-flesh in her mouth, eating her breasts with hunger and desire, occasionally pulling away to run her hand over her child's chest, marveling at the perfection of her daughter's body. Kendall's head lolled back, her long black hair hung straight down, while she moved Kris' mouth from one breast to the other. Kris was voracious, licking, kissing, nibbling, using her tongue, lips, teeth and hands. She heard the voice. "You crave sex. Your body craves sex."

Kris covered Kendall's crotch with her hand, rubbing her daughter's sex through the jeans. Kendall, her soft low moans filling the room, let go of her mother's head, leaned back, supporting herself on her hands, undulating her torso and stomach in long slow sexy waves. Kris undid the top, then the second button of Kendall's jeans. When Kendall held the flap of her jeans open Kris freed the third and final button, pushed her hand inside, slipped a finger into Kendall's wet pussy, settled her thumb on Kendall's clit, rolled it back and forth.

Kendall was on fire. She rocked her hips against her mother's hand, leaned forward, kissed her mother's chin, her lips, then covered her mother's hand with her own, increasing the pressure on her cunt.

"Nnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Kris licked Kendall's breast.

"Nnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

She licked up Kendall's neck.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Kris stared into her daughter's face, thrilled by the lust shining on her countenance, and kissed Kendall's lips.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Kris pushed another finger inside her daughter. The undulations of Kendall's hips and torso grew sharper.

"Nnnhhhhh, nnnnnnhhhhh, Nnhhhhhhhhhhh, nnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, nnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Kris kept at it; Kendall's shoulders started shaking; she gulped down air in short shallow breaths. Her fuck-tunnel swelled, then spasmed, then contracted, as if trying to swallow Kris' fingers. Kendall came, screaming, "OOOHHH YYYYEEEESSSSSSSS FFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK," as blinding sheets of multi-colored lights filled her mind.

While Kendall drifted down from her orgasm Kris slowed, but did not stop, working Kendall's cunt. Kendall leaned forward and kissed Kris in happy gratitude. The two women kept kissing, mostly short pecks - Kendall was still struggling to catch her breath. Kris felt a strange new bond with her daughter, then heard the voice: "Your daughter belongs to Master. You belong to Master. You are slaves, united for one purpose."

It was possibly the most revolting message she'd heard last night. Kris dropped her head, breaking eye contact with Kendall, and drove it from her mind. She looked back up; her daughter was perfection, sexy and beautiful. The voice returned: "You are always aroused and horny. Always ready to fuck." Kris tried to push it away, but couldn't; she could not expel the raging lust that inhabited her body.

Kendall, sitting on her backside, reached for her shoes, took them off, then turned around and slid atop the ottoman. Raising herself on her knees, she worked her jeans past her butt to her thighs, displaying her naked backside. Kris ran a hand on her daughter's fanny. Kendall twisted her torso towards Kris; the women exchanged a long sensual kiss, then Kendall lay face down on the ottoman, legs splayed. Kris explored her daughter's ass, kneaded the tight cheeks, spread open the cleft, rang her finger down the crevice. Kendall's but was sexy, beautiful, desirable. She heard the voice: "You have no sexual boundaries. Everything arouses you. You are a fuck-slut."

Kris' effort to frame a response was interrupted by Kendall. "Do you like my ass Mama?"

"Yes, baby, high and tight and sexy, it's magnificent."

Kendall lifted her knees, one at a time, and Kris shimmied Kendall's jeans past her knees, over her daughter's calves, then lay them on the floor. When done Kris spread Kendall's ass cheeks and rubbed her anus with the flat of her index finger, then licked the finger, dragged it through Kendall's pussy slit, pushed it inside and finger-fucked her daughter. Kendall reached back to spread her ass cheeks; Kris rubbed Kendall's asshole with her thumb, exploring the tight sphincter with the tip.

Kendall rocked back against the thumb; Kris sank a second finger inside her daughter's pussy. The two fingers were insistent, pushing deep into Kendall, sliding over her g-spot. Kris pulled her thumb from Kendall's anus to take a firm grip on Kendall's butt, working her fingers harder and harder inside her daughter's fuck-tunnel. Kendall reached back, pushed her middle finger into her rectum. The women worked together: Kendall shoved her finger in as Kris pulled hers out. Kendall's pussy swelled and twitched, cunt cream coated Kris' fingers. Kendall was about to come; her pussy tightened; she shoved her finger into her asshole, twisted it around. Her cunt spasmed, contracted and Kendall, shaking like a leaf in a storm, whimpering like a satiated dog, came.

As the orgasm passed Kendall slumped onto the ottoman, pulled her finger from her butt, rubbed the opening of her anus; Kris stroked the face of Kendall's vagina. The women's motions were slow and luxuriant, letting Kendall linger in her orgasm. Finally, Kendall slid from the ottoman to the floor and faced her mother. The two women, as if of one mind, leaned forward and kissed; their lips locked together; their tongues worked together. Finally Kendall ended the kiss, slid back onto the ottoman, spread her legs.

Kris had never been a cunt eater. She'd used her fingers on women; she'd used strap-ons, she liked them black and over-sized; she'd let other woman eat her. She'd broken her sister-in-law with a twelve inch dildo and sealed the conquest by making her spend two days with her face glued to Kris' pussy. But Kris had never used her mouth on a woman, that was for true lesbians.

The voice in her head said, "You are a slut. You love sucking cock, you love eating pussy, all sex arouses your slut-body, your whore-mind."

She hesitated, pushed the voice from her mind. She was not a slut, but this was different, this was her daughter's pussy and it was oh so beautiful. Kris could see the red outer lips, the pink inner lips, they looked delicious, they had a sexy dark odor. Kendall, after all, had told her to play along; maybe, this one time, she'd be a pussy eater.

The she hesitated. She's be doing it in front of Michael. What could be more humiliating? But at the thought her cunt spasmed and she heard the voice, "You crave humiliation and embarrassment, they set your pussy aflame."

Her daughter's cunt was enchanting. The voice came back.

"You are a slut. Your purpose is to give other's pleasure, to be a sexual servant."

The sight, the smell of her daughter's cunt, the thought of sucking on it, licking it. Kendall-juice smeared on her face, seeping into her nose. Kris' clit quivered.

"You are a slut. You love sucking cock, you love eating pussy, all sex arouses your slut-body, your whore-mind."

Whether created by the voice or not, the feelings in her body could not be ignored. She got on her knees, placed her hands on Kendall's thighs, and with the flat of her tongue licked up her daughter's sex, starting at the bottom, ending by pressing hard on the clit. Kendall cupped her breasts.

Kris licked the length of her daughter's sex, then opened Kendall's clit with her fingers. It was beautiful: red and hard. She licked it with the flat of her tongue, then with the tip of her tongue. The taste was intoxicating. Kris pushed her face into her daughter's sex, rubbed her lips over the clit, sucked it into her mouth. Kendall's body undulated, her gasps loud and sensual. Kris kept at it, wanting Kendall to come on her face; the rocking of Kendall's body grew more insistent, her groans more intense. Kendall's hands held Kris's head tight to her sex and Kris attacked Kendall's clit, bashing it like a boxer working a speed bag. Kendall groaned, jerked, grabbed her breasts, squeezed, shuddered. shouted, "Oh yes mommy-slut," and, came. Kris pressed her mouth to her daughter, desperate to drink every drop, then covered Kendal's sex with her hand and applied gentle pressure. Kendall covered Kris' hand with her own, relishing the long ride down from the crest of her orgasm.

Kendall finally looked up, smiled, and slipped from the ottoman to the floor. Kris slid forward until she was between Kendall's outstretched legs. The two woman kissed voraciously. Whenever Kendall broke the kiss Kris would run her hands over the her daughter's chest and breasts, then move forward and bring their mouths back together.

After several long happy minutes Kendall placed her hand on her mother's chest and nudged her backwards. Kris moved onto her back. Kendall, on all fours, crawled over her mother, undid the thin white belt of her jeans, then the button, then pulled down the zipper. Holding her mother's eyes with her own, Kendall snaked her hand inside Kris' jeans and ran a finger the length of her sex.

Kendall then sat back on her knees, took hold of her mother's left leg, pointed it to the ceiling, took off her mother's shoe, and licked her foot, first along the side, then the sole. Each lick was long and slow, her tongue pressed to Kris' well-maintained flesh. She took off the other shoe, brought her mother's foot to her chest. Kris kneaded Kendall's breast with her long manicured toes.

Kendall pulled the foot away, licked along its side and sole and then, one by one, took her mother's toes into her mouth, sucked on each, bathed it with her tongue, worked it with her lips. Kris, writhing in need, stroked her clit, ran her hands over her chest, squeezed her breasts.

After Kendall lowered Kris' leg to the ground, she crawled forward, took hold of the waist of Kris' jeans. Kris raised her butt and Kendall tugged the jeans past Kris' ass, then pulled them off, one leg at a time. With her mother now naked Kendall lowered her body in a graceful arc, blew a stream of air onto her mother's clit, and ran a finger through Kris' plump pussy lips and labia. Kris squirmed in delight.

Kendall licked Kris' swollen clit with the flat of her tongue, trapped it between her lips, sucked it into mouth, let it escape, licked again. Kendall moved down to lick the face of her mother's pussy, lick up her labia, swirl the tip of her tongue on her mother's vagina and vulva. Kris worked her now unattended clit with the heel of her hand.

Kendall lifted her head, Kris did the same; the two woman looked into each other's eyes; Kris' tongue sitting on her lips, her eyes half-open, lidded with desire. Kendall smiled seductively, moved Kris' hand away from her clit, pulled her hair to the side to give Kris and Michael a clear view of her tongue, and licked the bud. Kendall sank two fingers into her mother's vagina to work her g-spot. Kris groaned her approval.

After several minutes Kendall dragged her fingers from Kris' pussy to follow the trail of pussy juice to Kris' anus, where she massaged the puckered opening, then inserted a finger inside, rocking it in and out of her mother's butt. Kris ground her clit against her body.

"Oh Mama, you're so hot."

Kris heard the voice: "You are a slut." Her finger on her clit sped up, her moans grew louder, stronger. She was losing control, an orgasm was building inside her. Her cunt, her uterus, her anus all contracted. Her clit ached; she wanted to come, she needed to come. She knew coming in front of Michael would be the ultimate debasement, but the voice, speaking in a whisper in the back of her mind, only made her hotter: "You crave humiliation and embarrassment, they set your pussy aflame."

Fuck, maybe this one time would be okay, no one would find out. She and Kendal would escape; then return and enact terrible revenge. Yes, she'd come, let the orgasm burning inside her out. She gave in to her body, but nothing happened. She'd never been more ready to come, but couldn't. What was wrong with her?

She heard the voice. "You may come only with permission."

She tried to free her mind of the command, but couldn't concentrate, all she could think about was her pussy.

"You may come only with Master's permission."

She looked over her shoulder. Michael was watching, his hand running lightly up and down his tool.

"Say it," he said.

"No," she answered, anguish in her voice.

Then Kendall: "Please Master, please let my Mommy come."

"She must ask."

"Go ahead Mama, ask Master for permission. It's what your slut-body wants, it's what it needs, it's what you are."

The pressure inside Kris' body was unbearable. Her fingers were crushing her clit, Kendall rammed another digit inside her asshole. She thought about the humiliation of asking, tried to use that to suppress her burning need, but the thought of asking permission was only making her hotter.

"You crave humiliation and embarrassment, they set your pussy aflame."

She knew what he wanted to hear.

"Please Mommy-slut, ask Master for permission to come."

Kris could take no more. "Please let me come."

"Try again."

"Please Master, please let me come."

"You may come."

She closed her eyes, lights filled her brain, and she shouted, "OOHHHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK," as her cunt erupted. An orgasm flowed through her, pleasure and release battering her consciousness. She flopped on the floor, writhing and wriggling, her arms and legs jerking uncontrollably, then collapsed, panting in a semi-comatose state, wallowing in the sensation. She heard the voice: "You love to come. You live to come. You crave orgasms." Shit, it had a point, this was wonderful.

She wasn't sure how long it had been - three minutes, three hours - when she heard a sound to her right. She flopped her head in that direction. Kendall's mouth was wrapped around Michael's sizable cock, one of her hands frigged its base, the other frantically worked her clit. Kendall thrust her head forward; Michael jammed his dick into her face, groaned, and came. Cum dripped from her mouth down her chin, onto her breasts.

Kris felt her cunt heating up, her hand creeping towards it. She closed her eyes, focused, the hand stopped. She would not play with herself. Instead, she'd reclaim control, escape, find a way to crush the punk.
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Michael placed the dog collar around Kris' neck, pulled her to her hands and knees, and led her to the kitchen. Kendall, wearing leggings, heels, and a jade necklace, was peeling shrimp and chopping scallions, ginger, and garlic. Michael fixed lunch; Kendall, with admiration in her eyes, watched. "Master, I can't wait until I learn how to cook for you."

Kris smirked. Kendall had the son-of-a-bitch fooled. Tonight they'd escape, return with the police. The boy would hang.

Kendall scraped the leftovers into Kris' dog bowl. Last night Kris had refused her meal; today her intense hunger - she had not eaten in twenty-four hour - overcame her pride; she gulped down the food.
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After Kris and Kendall changed into spandex and the three of them headed for the Kross' impressive home gym. Kendall, bubbling at the opportunity to perfect her slut-body, engaged in a brutal two-hour work-out. Kris knew she had to exercise, but was determined her effort would be lackluster, her attitude defiant. For the most part they were, although sometimes she'd hear the voice: "You shall train your body to be the perfect fuck-toy," and get lost in the routine, work hard. Then she'd focus, stop, and thank god that they were escaping soon.

By the time they were done it was 6:00. The women followed Michael to the library, where he yanked on one of the metal staircase's spindles. He seemed satisfied with its strength.

"Okay ladies. I'll be back in about two hours. Kris, give me your hand.

She did, hatred burning in her eyes.

He handcuffed her to the staircase, then turned to Kendall, who was facing him, fingers wrapped around a spindle.

"Do I need to chain you?"

Kendall bit her lip, looked down, and said in a soft sexy voice. "I don't believe so Master, but you are wiser than your fuck-toy."

"It's best we do so for one more day."

Kendall extended her arm. Michael slipped the handcuff over her wrist, Kendall returned her hand to the spindle, where Michael secured the handcuff. She leaned her head forward and kissed him, sat down and, looking up demurely, tugged on the handcuff. "It turns me on; I love you Master."

"And I love you Kendall. See you ladies soon."

As he left the room Kendall wiped her mouth with the back of her arm, trying to remove the remnants of the kiss. When the garage door opened and a car left, Kris started to talk, but Kendall shook her head no, then listened. After several minutes she nodded. Kris said, "Are you okay?"

"I will be soon."

Kris watched as Kendall, the muscles in her slender arms straining, struggled with the spindle. At first nothing happened and Kris began to worry; it must have been years since Kendall had broken it; it could be stuck in place. But Kendall kept at it and finally the spindle, accompanied by a sharp grinding sound, jumped. Kendall detached the bottom of the spindle from the railing and slid her hand free.

"I'll be right back Mama."

Kendall dashed from the room, returning moments later with the key. She freed her mother. The two women cried out in joy, hugged, but when Kris pressed her daughter's body to her own she felt a shimmer between her legs. What had that son-of-a-bitch done to her?
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In the garage Kris reached for the light switch, then her body stiffened, She tried to say something, but no words came out. Then, abruptly, her muscles relaxed, she heard herself say, "Oh, fuck," and dropped to the concrete floor. The light had flickered on. She saw Kendall standing over her holding a taser. Kendall said, "I'm sorry Mama," stepped over Kris' prone body, slinked into Michael's arms, kissed him. "Did I do well Master?"

""Yes my Kendall. Master is pleased."

"I hate to hurt Mama. Will she understand soon?"

"Yes my love, she will."

Kendall knelt and touched Kris' cheek. Her voice sincere and compassionate, her eyes full of love, she said, "Soon Mama, everything will be fine. You'll understand."

Kendall picked up a hypodermic needle sitting on a tray on the hood of her Jaguar and inserted it into Kris' arm. Michael did the same to Kendall, then sent her to get the machines ready.

Michael helped Kris to her feet and, with his arm around her shoulder, walked her to the living room, where he carefully lowered her to the floor. As Kris watched, Kendall stripped, lay on the cushion at the heart of her machine, and slipped her hands and legs into the restraints. Michael bound her, attached the electrodes to her forehead, the alligator clips to her erect distended nipples, covered her ears and eyes with headphones and blindfold, put cotton in her nose, and slid the dildo into her wet pussy. No lubricant would be required.

When Michael approached Kris she tried to launch herself at him, but landed harmlessly at his feet; a bit of spit drooled past her lips. He strapped her to the machine, covered her eyes, ears, and nose, cutting her off from the world.

Kris loved three things: herself, her daughter, and Broadmoor. Now drugs were coursing through her body, infiltrating her brain; she was exhausted and sleep deprived; her body still suffered the effects of the taser. Trumping all these, however, was Kendall's betrayal. Kris could think of nothing else. The voice started; it and the subliminal messages interlaced with it poured into Kris' defenseless subconscious.

"Master is everything."

"You belong to Master, your daughter belongs to Master. You and Kendall are united as Master's slaves."

"You are a slut; you are aroused at all times."

Mired in despair, it took awhile for Kris to notice, but the voice was different. Yesterday it was harsh and malignant; now it was musical and melodious.

"Obedience to Master arouses you."

"You crave sex, you love eating cock, you love eating pussy."

Kris knew the words were wrong, but the sound of the voice, the certainty of it's commandments, made the vicissitudes of the last two days manageable. When she listened to the voice she didn't have to think about what Kendall had done to her.

The dildo started to vibrate. Kris' breasts glowed, her clit quivered, an intense overwhelming joy flooded through her. Her body had never been this responsive.

"You may only come with Master's permission. You will be punished if you come without Master's permission."

She thought back; she had not been given permission. She did not want to be punished. She tried to stuff the feelings flowing through her, but couldn't. The voice went on.

"Your body is designed to give and receive pleasure."

Her tits throbbed; her cunt pulsated. The dildo felt like it was growing, consuming her body, merging with her soul.

"You may only come with Master's permission. You will be punished if you come without Master's permission."

She didn't want to be punished; she had to find a way to stifle the orgasm, but she had no more control of her cunt then she did of the rising of the sun.

"Your body is designed to give and receive pleasure."

How could she be expected to control herself, pleasure was what she was for?

"You may come only with Master's permission. You will be punished if you come without Master's permission."

She needed the pain. The pain in her breasts would stop the orgasm. She felt the tingle, the electricity was about to surge through her, it would kill the orgasm. But when it poured into her it was different than it was yesterday; it was wonderful and exquisite and perfect and pure. Her cunt exploded in flames. Pleasure/pain battered her consciousness; juice gushed from her cunt; she came.

The voice had said, "You crave pain. Pain sets your pussy on fire. You are a pain-slut." It had been right. Pain had set her pussy afire.

"You may come only with Master's permission. You will be punished if you come without Master's permission."

She had come without permission; it had been wonderful, but she would be punished.

"You are cunt, tits, mouth, asshole, clit."

"You need cum to survive; you are a cum-slut."

"You love Master; you are his slave."

"Your body craves cocks. You love to eat pussy"

"Your slut-body requires constant stimulation."

"Your slut-mind requires Master's guidance."

"You shall obey Master. You shall refuse him nothing. You shall submit to his every desire. You live for Master."

"You belong to Master. Master owns your body."

Kris turned what little energy she had left to the dildo and the pain, getting ready for their return. She would direct all her strength to controlling her reaction, she would stave off the orgasm, avoid the punishment.

The dildo started wriggling. Pleasure erupted within her; spread everywhere; her skin flushed; her breasts swelled; her pussy lips tingled; her clitoris danced. Her attempt to control herself was washed away; it had been no more effective than a sand castle would be against a tidal wave. She wanted the pleasure, craved the pleasure, that was what her slut-body was for. She came, she came again, then again, each one exquisite, wonderful, stretching, redefining her consciousness. Then she felt the tingle on her breasts, she knew what was about to happen: beautiful pure sweet lovely pain. She welcomed it. The electricity shot though her, followed by a blindingly powerful orgasm, the biggest largest hardest yet.

As she floated down from the tsunami of pleasure she thought about the punishment. She'd lost control of her body, she would come and come all night; the punishments would multiply, become medieval. Her weary mind blundered about, trying to find a solution, and then, finally, in an epiphany, she understood. The voice had been telling her the answer all along, silly stupid stubborn her had refused to listen. Master was not cruel and arbitrary, he was kind and generous. He had shown her the path.

The voice had said: "You belong to Master. Master owns your body. You may come only with Master's permission."

She'd been a fool. She'd thought she controlled her body, that she could suppress the orgasms, but it was Master, not her, who owned and controlled her body. When the dildo started moving again Kris chanted, "I belong to Master. Master owns my body. I may only come with Master's permission. Master has not given me permission."

She repeated her mantra, the pleasure kept building, her loins felt like they might rip apart. When the electricity came the pleasure spiked, but she returned to the words, celebrating their truth: "I belong to Master. Master owns my body. I may come only with Master's permission. Master has not given permission." She rode the waves of pleasure like an expert surfer, she did not come. The vibrator finally slowed, became dormant, the nipple clamps went back to sleep. She had not come; she would not be punished.

The voice had been right; she did not control her body, Master did. Joyously, over and over, she sang the phrase in the depths of her shattered mind: "I belong to Master. Master owns my body. I may come only with Master's permission."

Throughout the night the voice repeated its messages, they were simple and beautiful and true.

"Your world centers on Master."

"Master completes your being."

"The only thing that matters is to serve and obey Master."

"You are Master's slut."

"Master controls your pain and pleasure"

"You shall do anything to make Master happy."

The rest of the night, whenever the dildo started up, the nipple clips jumped to life, pleasure and pain would pour into her, her body would crackle with joy, but she did not come. She did not have permission. QED.

Kris loved the voice; it was wise and beautiful, it was her best friend. When it stopped she was desperate and lonely. When it returned she celebrated. Sometimes it would bring the dildo and the electricity and her slut-body would vibrate with pleasure.

"Master is wise and brilliant."

The voice was right. With all her resources, all her experience, all her wealth, a boy had imprisoned her, then turned her daughter against her. He'd destroyed in a day a relationship that had taken her eighteen years to build. Compared to Master she was nothing.

"Master is kind and generous. You and your daughter shall serve him."

And Master, having taken her daughter from her, was going to give her back. She and Kendall had been horrible to Master; they'd tried to humiliate him, they'd manipulated his professors and fellow students, but Master was not vengeful, he was kind. He would re-unite she and Kendall as his slaves. She did not deserve such a wonderful Master.

"You are designed to give and receive pleasure."

All night long, each time the dildo wiggled in her cunt, each time the electricity tore into her breasts, her body became more responsive. Master was correct. She was designed to give and receive pleasure.

"You love Master."

She did, she did love Master.

"Giving, receiving, sexual pleasure is why you exist."

"Master is your lord, sex is your purpose."

"You are a sex-toy, a sex-kitten, a cum-bucket, a pain-slut."

"You exist to serve Master."

Kris had lied, connived, fought her way to the top, then used every mean manipulative trick to stay there. It had been difficult, exhausting. Now Master who would do the hard things. Her life would be easy; she'd be a fuck-toy, enjoying the blazing pleasure for which her body was designed. Her life had been silly, pointless; Master offered so much more. She was a fuck-toy. Why had she wasted so many years?

"Master is everything."

Kris mouthed the words around the ball gag, "Master is everything."

"You exist to serve Master."

"I exist to serve Master."

"You are a slut, a sex-slave. Your purpose is to give others pleasure."

"I am a slut, a sex-slave. My purpose is to give others pleasure."

"Your slut-body requires constant stimulation."

"My slut-body requires constant stimulation."

"You love Master."

"I love Master."

"Master is everything."

"Master is everything."
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The living room was permeated by the smell of sex; both women's vaginas were swollen, their thighs covered with juice. Michael studied the computer. Kendall had shown no resistance; the pleasure centers of her brain were alight with activity. When he released her she beamed, her eyes dancing in delight.

"Good morning Master. Your sex-toy loves you. All night I heard your voice; it was wonderful."

He helped her up, took her into his arms, he kissed her.

"From now on you will share my bed, but remember, in public to use my name. Now go fix breakfast."

Her cunt was burning up; she wanted to bend over, take his cock in her pussy. She wanted to ask whether Mama understood, but Master had given an order. She reached down, stroked his dick. "Yes my love."

He watched her exquisite ass as she left the room. Boy, was the world going to be surprised by his new girlfriend.

The data on Kris were excellent. When she'd initially orgasmed, it was the pain that drove her over the edge. The second time she'd come several times, but the most powerful had been when the electricity surged into her breasts. After that the orgasms stopped. At first she'd struggle to suppress them, but it soon became second-nature. Kris had internalized the message that she belonged to him; she'd ceded him control of her mind and body.

He had to admire Kris. Only an extraordinarily strong-willed people would have lasted as long as she did. He imagined her last night, gathering together her remaining strength, all the desire and determination that had made her Empress of Broadmoor, steeling herself with dreams of rescuing her daughter, and then having it wash away, completely ineffectual against the voice echoing in her head, the dildo in her cunt, the clips on her breasts. Her ego had collapsed, she'd accepted the world he'd built for her. The drugs, the voice, the subliminal messages, the sleep deprivation, the hunger and thirst, and his own special twist, Kendall's betrayal, no one could have stood up to it for long.

Kendall re-entered the room, wearing heels, thigh high stockings, and a gold chain around her slender waist. "Master, here is your breakfast."

"Thank you Kendall. Contact the resort in Mexico, let them know you're running a few days late and you're bringing a third. Make plane reservations for tomorrow afternoon, three, first class."

Kendall, a smile on her face, turned her gaze to her mother. "Does that mean Mama understands?"

"Yes Kendall she does."

"Thank you Master, from both your sluts."

Michael ate, further studied the data; on-line Kendall confirmed the resort reservations and purchased the plane tickets. When done the two of them knelt by Kris, Kendall took the gag from her mouth. Kris was talking in a low clear voice.

"I serve Master."

"I am a slut, I love to fuck and suck, only Master can control me, fulfil my needs."

"My slut body requires constant stimulation."

"I love to obey Master."

"I love to come; I may come only with Master's permission."

"I am a fuck-toy."

"Kendall and I are Master's sluts."

"Master is everything."

"Master is my life."

They freed Kris; she wrapped her arms around Michael's ankles and burst out crying, "Oh Master, I came without permission, I was a bad slut. I need to be punished. Please punish me Master, I was wicked."

"How may times did you come?"

"I'm not sure Master. The first time once, the second time, I came over and over, I couldn't count them all."

Michael helped Kris to her feet. As he did Kris thought how kind he was. She'd been a disobedient little whore and still Master was helping her..

"Should I have Kendall spank you?"

Kris shivered at the thought. "I'm not sure Master. You are wiser than I, but this slut craves punishment and humiliation, they arouse her. This slut would like it if your other slut spanked her."

Michael smiled. "Tomorrow we are going to Mexico. One day while we're there you will not be allowed to come. That will be your punishment.

In a gleeful voice Kris said, "Oh Master, does that mean I get to come today? Please Master, I'm such a horny little slut."

Michael reached for Kris' hand, drew her towards him. The headmistress of Broadmoor tilted her head, opened her lips, took his tongue into her mouth, kissing him greedily and hungrily. Her lips had never felt so alive; her fat breasts, squashed against his chest, tingled in delight. She belonged to Master. She had never been so happy.
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The last day of winter break Professor Havel received a call from Kris asking if she could visit his wife in the hospital. Kris was the only person at the school, Havel believed, who had not yet come to see Anna. Why the interest now? After checking with Anna, he invited Kris, but thirty minutes before the end of visiting hours, just in case.

Havel had never seen Kris so happy or, for that matter, looking so good. With Anna she was solicitous and kind. When they were ushered out by the head nurse, Kris asked Havel to join her in the hospital's coffee shop. She had something to tell him. Professor Havel had expected something like this; there had to some game afoot.

Kris brought Havel his coffee, then sat and scrunched down on her chair, loving the feeling of the butt plug filling her ass. "Professor, I know I've behaved abdominally. At this point I'm not asking you for your forgiveness, I will need to earn that. I would like you to re-grade Michael Sadkins' paper. I've held up the release of the class ranks waiting for you to do so."

She took an envelope from her Armani purse, handed it to him. "At my request the Foundation's Board of Directors met yesterday. This is it's resolution. In honor of your years of service to Broadmoor and its students, the Board has agreed to pay all expenses, medical care, home nursing, a maid, anything, related to Anna's condition not covered by insurance."

Havel read the paper. It looked authentic, but still he wasn't sure. "Thank you. I don't know what to say."

"I guess you're wondering what happened. While the entire school will know tomorrow, I'd ask that you keep this to yourself until then. Over the holidays Kendall ran into Michael outside of school, got to know him. To cut to the chase, she's fallen madly in love with him. It made me put aside my own prejudices. He's an impressive kid, I'm embarrassed by the way I've treated him over the years, all of which, in turn, made me rethink a lot of decisions I've made."

Professor Havel told no one; he didn't believe it. Kendall might be beautiful and smart, but he couldn't imagine Michael putting up with that nasty self-absorbed girl.
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The next day a few students noticed Kendall's Jaguar drive past her usual parking spot, located directly in front of the building next to her mother's, and pull into the student lot. When Michael, sporting a tan, got out of the driver's seat and walked around to open the passenger door, everyone noticed. When Kendall stood, adjusted her sunglasses, and kissed his cheek, word spread around the school instantly.​