Bitch Mom to Incest Pain Slut

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

All characters are over 18 years old.

Any similarity between the characters in this story to real persons, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION PEOPLE!!!!

Comments are always welcome, but if you don't like something, at least tell me what the problem is. Those "If it doesn't get better, you will lose a reader!" comments don't really help. If you don't tell me what you don't like, I really can't fix it. I'm not a mind reader.

FYI, if you are expecting something similar to my GTO series, this isn't it.

This is a long story heavy with BDSM, a touch of mind control, Lesbianism, Gangbangs (M+/F and F+/F) as well as incest, although that should be obvious from the title. There is incest in this story (duh) but it is not the major part of it. If that is all you are looking for, just skip to the very end.

FYI, I don't live the 'lifestyle', so I'm sure that there are things in this story that don't exactly follow all the 'rules'. This is a fantasy that was in my mind.

Welcome to one of the darker recesses of my mind. There are darker places, but I'm not sure I want to expose them to the light.

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OK. Let's get this out of the way now. My name is Rachel Jacobs. I am a Bitch. I was a bitch to my ex-husband. I was a bitch to my kids. I was a bitch to all their friends. I was a bitch to strangers. And, I was a bitch to the rest of my family. It was always all about ME. If it didn't make ME feel good, it was bad. If it didn't make ME look good, it was bad. I married my husband because he was smart, attractive, and looked like he would be successful. He became a damn good engineer and made LOTS of money. Sex? Meh. It was something we did. I got pregnant. Had a daughter. 5-years later, I had an accident and got pregnant again. Twin boys. After that, I learned my lesson and stopped putting out. Fuck him. He had a hand. He could take care of himself. Me? Sex never really did anything for me. I firmly believe that all this talk about great orgasms are purely in the mind of erotic fiction writers in order to pedal their stories. After three years, I caught him fooling around with someone else, so I hired a lawyer and kicked him to the curb. I got the house, half his pension, child support, more than half the assets, and a VERY generous alimony award. I even managed to get his Corvette and GTO that he loved more than life its self, even though I didn't give a shit about them. I just did it so that he would know that I had them, and he could never get them back. I never even let the kids drive them. In fact, the only time they ever hit the road was when I took the kids to visit him, just so he would see me driving them. I hadn't worked since we got married, and I never had to again. Every time I could, I fucked him over on visitation. Looking back, it probably would have been better to let him have custody, but I insisted on hurting him as much as possible. Did I mention that I am a bitch?

So, the kids grew up. Surprising, isn't it? Look, just because I'm not fucking June Cleaver doesn't mean that my kids shouldn't be 'Leave it to Beaver'. Seriously! How hard is it to put your glass in the dishwasher? You think I'm a fucking maid? I could go on for an hour over that. A 'C' in History???? Are you fucking kidding me???? I could go on for a whole semester over that. Why are you hanging around with those losers? No, I don't have the slightest interest in getting to know your 'friends'. I don't care who they are. They're LOSERS!!! WHAT'S THAT FUCKING NOISE???? I'M TRYING TO WATCH A SHOW IN HERE!!!!! MY GOD!!! ARE YOU STUPID????

So that was my life. I swear, was everyone on this planet born for the sole purpose of making my life miserable? Pretty much. So, here it was. My 23-year old loser daughter and my 18-year old twin boys were still living with me. No matter how much I nagged and screamed, my daughter ended up as a high school drop-out with no prospects for a decent paying job. One of my twin boys was actually doing well in school and was planning on attending a major university on the other side of the country next year. (Apparently, he picked that one to get as far away from me as possible). The other looked like he was actually going to graduate, but college was pretty much out of the question for him. At least I had one out of the three to brag about. And is it any wonder that I go through a case of wine a week?

OK. This is a sex story, so it is understandable that you would want to know what I look like. Fine. I am 42-years old. I stand 5-feet 6-inches tall. I have dirty copper colored hair that extends to the clavicles on my back. My breasts are 34DD, slim waist and a tight ass from a rigorous work-out routine. While there are a few lines from age, my face has been described as beautiful, and my eyes are green with flecks of gold. Satisfied?

That brings us to Friday evening. My daughter had one of her loser friends over for some stupid reason. After about half an hour of bitching, I finally had to clean up from dinner myself. Food put away, dishwasher running, and now relaxing on the couch with a glass of wine.

"Oh, looks like you're empty. Would you like me to refill your wineglass while I'm up, Ms. Jacobs?" Mary (my daughter's friend) asked as she was returning from the bathroom.

"Why yes, Mary. That would be lovely." I replied. About time someone showed me some respect around here. Hopefully, it would rub off on my brats.

"Here you go, Ms. Jacobs. Bottoms up." She giggled.

Whatever. I thought as I rolled my eyes.

Over the next half hour, I sipped my wine as we watched the mindless drivel on the TV. I was starting to lose focus a bit. I looked at the clock, and it was only a little past 8:00, but I was starting to yawn and get tired. 'Must have had a harder day than I thought' I said to myself as my eyes got heavy. I finished the last swallow of my wine and shook my head to try to wake up. Leaning back, I remember thinking that perhaps I should go to bed before I fall asleep on the couch. My eyelids were getting really heavy. 'I'll just close my eyes for a moment, then get up and go to bed' I thought........

What is that pounding in my head? I only had two glasses of wine last night. I went to move my hands to my temples, but they wouldn't move. WTF???? My eyes shot open. BIG MISTAKE!!! The glare from the lights hit my head like a sledgehammer. "mmmmmfff." I heard. WTF??? Something was in my mouth. I slowly cracked my eyes to adjust to the world around me.

"Finally awake, are we?" I heard.

Opening my eyes a little more, I turned towards the voice to see Mary smiling at me. She was dressed in a black leather bustier, a black leather miniskirt, and thigh-high black boots with 6-inch spike heels. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail hanging to the middle of her back. Her D-cup breasts were pushed up, and her nipples were barely covered. I had never noticed the flat, tight stomach and flared hips before, but the outfit she was wearing certainly showed it off. With the heels on, she was standing about 5-feet, 10-inches tall.

"Mmmmmmffff. Wwwwfff mmmmm ffffffthmmm ooommmm?"

"Lucky for you, I happen to be fluent in gagspeak." She laughed.

Looking down, I suddenly realized that, yes, I did indeed have a ball gag in my mouth.

"I've also done this enough to be able to anticipate your questions." She explained.

Also, while looking down, I couldn't help but suddenly notice that I was completely naked and strapped to some kind of chair. My ankles, knees and thighs were somehow strapped to the legs, keeping my legs spread apart. My arms were strapped together behind my back with straps running above and below my breasts holding me upright against the back of the chair. My forearms were bound together behind the middle of my back, so my tits were pushed forward. Each hand was toughing the opposite elbow.

"So, you have by now realized that you are gaged, naked, and strapped to that chair."

Well, yes. Thank you for stating that Captain Obvious.

"I'm sure that you are by now wondering what is going on."

Again, Captain Obvious, Thanks for the update.

"Well, to give you a little background, your daughter and I have been friends for quite a while. From the very beginning, she has been telling me what a fucking bitch you are. Nothing was ever good enough for you. No matter what she did, it was never enough. You really have no idea what that did to her emotionally and psychologically. Finally, she just gave up trying to please you. After meeting you in person and watching you for a while, I finally came up with a plan to help. Granted, you are not going to like it, but nobody really cares about that. You see, by help, I mean help everyone else around you. Not necessarily help YOU."

MMMMFFFFF HHHMMMMMM FFFFFFFKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMUUUUUU!" Came out of me as I thrashed around trying to escape.

"Let's discuss your situation here." She began again. "You are a total bitch to everyone. You have no real friends that really care about you. All you do when you get together with anyone is bitch about your life. No one will care if you aren't at your Friday evening happy hour. Your kids hate you. Your ex will be happy to not hear from you for a while. You have no place that you need to be, so no one will miss you and start looking for you. The only ones that might notice that you aren't around are your kids. Oh, and did I mention that THEY are paying me to do this to you? They already know where you are, and actually want you to be here. Sorry pet. No one is coming to rescue you."

"MMMF FFFFFFKKKKKK HHHHHMMMMMMMUUUUU MMMMMMFFFFKKKK"

She just smiled quietly as she watched me until I stopped and glared back at her.

Getting up, she picked up a glass with a clear liquid and a straw and approached me. "OK. We should get started. We are kind of on a timeline, and we are running a bit behind schedule. This is just plain water. You are a bit dehydrated, so you need to drink this. I gaged you so that I could get the explanations done, but now it is no longer necessary. Scream as much as you want. These walls are soundproof. If you are at all concerned about any drugs in this water, don't be. There is really no reason for them. Also, it would just hinder the progress."

She removed the gag and held the straw to my mouth. I refused to open.

[heavy sigh] "Look. This is going in one way or another. I promise you that there is nothing except water in here. Either open your fucking mouth and drink, or I will fix a funnel on you and pour it in. If you want to do it that way, I will also climb up and piss in it."

After trying to hold her stare for a minute, I relented and took the straw in my mouth. After a tentative sip, I couldn't taste anything except pure water. My body overrode my mind after that. The need for fluids outweighed my fears, and I drained the glass.

"Good Girl." She said. "OK. Now, I need to ask you some questions. I should warn you that I will get the correct answers before we are done, but it would be MUCH easier if you cooperate now. No, I'm not stupid enough to think that you will answer - yet. This is just to give you the chance. The end result will be the same regardless. To clarify, I am a professional at this. I break people for a living. You are in what I call my dungeon. While I am friends -- and lovers -- with your daughter, she has offered me $20,000 for this. That means she needs access to your financial accounts. We will also need access to all your social media accounts, combinations to your safe, and keys to your safe deposit boxes. Don't worry. When I am through with you, you will have no need for them. Your children will manage everything. You will live a long and happy life serving them without a care in the world. So, Rachel, should we start with the information I asked for, or would you prefer to begin your training now?"

Licking my lips, I asked, "What are you going to do to me? Are they paying you to steal all my money and then kill me?"

Her blue eyes lit up as she laughed. "Oh no, my pet. Didn't I just tell you that you were going to have a long happy life? No, I'm not going to kill you. Although, there will be times over the next couple of weeks that you are REALLY not going to like, the end result is that your children will be handling everything, and you will exist solely to serve their every wish."

"Well then, you might as well kill me, because I'm not going to tell you -- or them -- shit!" I stated defiantly.

Her blue eyes twinkled. "Awesome! I was hoping that you would say something like that. Now the fun begins!"

All sorts of torturous things began running through my mind. Brass knuckles, needles under my nails, knives on various body parts, pruners on my fingers. Hell, I even envisioned her just pulling a gun and shooting me. What I did NOT expect was her leaning in and beginning to suck and fondle my breasts. WOW after a minute or two of kissing and licking my right nipple while softly tweaking my left, she switched. Zero to high beams in nothing flat. After about 10-minutes of lavishing my breasts, she moved her right hand down to my pussy. I had no idea how, or when, it happened, but I was wet. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me as she slid two fingers inside of me and began pumping. I lost track of time as she kept this up. Her fingers would pump into me as her thumb circled my clit. She would bring me to the brink of orgasm, then back off. She did this about 4 times until I was begging her for release.

Finally, after bringing me right to the edge the fourth time, she pulled away and said, "I think we are ready to begin the fun. Your ex-husband said that you were really frigid, so this should be a real awakening for you. Oh yeah. He knows all about this as well, and he and his new wife can't wait to have some time with you once your training is complete."

She moved behind me, and I heard her open a cabinet door. There was some metallic clinking, then the cabinet closed again. A drawer was opened, then closed a minute later. Finally, I felt her breath on the back of my neck.

"First, you are going to hate this. Then you will love it. Then you are going to both love and hate it at the same time." She whispered in my ear.

With that, everything went dark ad she slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

"Scream as much as you want. No one will hear you down here." She whispered.

Suddenly, agony filled my right nipple as she clamped something on it. A minute later, the same happened to my left nipple. I screamed at both. I screamed again as she tugged at what was apparently a chain connecting both clips together.

"Just a little something to keep the girls from being left out." She laughed.

I then felt her beneath me and sliding something rather large into my slit.

"Well, that went in rather easily." She laughed as I felt her adjusting it. "Somehow I doubt that the next part will be that easy."

Next part???? What did she mean by 'next part' I thought. I didn't have long to wait. Suddenly, I felt her wet finger on my ass. I started to trash around as much as I could, but I was held in place by the straps on my legs and waist.

"NO! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING????" I yelled.

"Just getting you ready for the next part, my pet." She replied evenly.

"NO!!! YOU CAN'T!!! I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING THERE BEFORE!!!" I screamed as I felt her digit penetrate my ass.

"I am aware of that. That's why I need to prepare you for it. Now you need to relax, or it will be much worse for you. There is nothing you can do about it anyway." She said calmly.

Yeah. Relax. Like that was going to happen. I heard a slight 'click', then felt something press up against my clit.

"Perhaps this will help." She replied as I felt vibrations on my clit as a buzzing sound started.

My arousal instantly jumped through the roof. I barely noticed the second, then third finger enter my rosebud. It wasn't until another long, thick, and hard object was shoved into my asshole that panic again came over me. The burning pain came over me as it stretched me and touched unknown depths inside me. Except for the vibrator teasing my clit, there was silence for a few minutes as my body adjusted to the foreign invaders in my pussy and ass. Suddenly, there was a quiet whirring sound as the dildos began pistoning in and out. After a couple of minutes of slow thrusting, she turned up the speed of the machine, as well as the vibrator. Within a minute, I exploded into the long-denied orgasm. MY GOD!!!!! I never knew that an orgasm like that was possible. But the machines never stopped. They never even slowed down. They continued to work and build up to another orgasm.

"One final detail." I heard Mary say.

Her hand was wet as she rubbed it around my mouth, covering my lips and under my nose with the moisture. It only took a second to realize that she had just smeared her pussy juice all over my face. Then it hit me. I would be smelling and tasting her through every orgasm that this vile machine was about to force out of me.

Just as another orgasm took over, she whispered in my ear, "Have fun, Slut. I'll be back later after your mind has been reduced to mush."

As I heard her walk out and close the door, I began hearing a soft voice. She had obviously turned on a recording.

"OBEY....SUBMIT....WORSHIP YOUR MISTRESS......WORSHIP YOUR MASTERS........YOU ARE A SLUT.......YOU ARE A WHORE.......YOU EXIST TO GIVE PLEASURE......OBEY......SUBMIT......."

Over and over it repeated. The machines never stopped. The orgasms kept coming. Faster and faster, they kept coming. Soon, they overlapped and became one continuous orgasm. The voice continued. The higher functions of my brain shut down. My universe became the machines and the voice. Time ceased to exist. I was a slut. I was a whore.

"Obey, submit, worship..." The fog slowly lifter from my brain. The machines had stopped. I couldn't feel the invaders inside me anymore. My ass and pussy were sore, but, strangely, I felt weird without them inside me.

"How do you feel, Slut?" A voice asked.

"Wh-wh-what???" I managed to stutter.

"I said, how are you feeling, Slut?"

"WH What did you do to me?" I asked.

Suddenly, my breasts exploded in fire. I screamed.

"Answer the question, Slut!"

"YOU FUCKING BIT..AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG."

"This is what is called a flogger. It hurts when it is used on your ass. As you just found out, it is REALLY bad when used on your tits. Now, Answer the question, Slut, or the next one will be on your cunt!"

"Sore." I whispered.

My tits exploded again. "Sore what, Slut?"

"Sore, you fucking bit....FFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!"

"I bet that cunt is really sore now. Now, answer the question and address me properly, Slut."

"Sore, Mary -- OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!"

"Correct first letter. Try again."

"SORE, MISTRESS" I cried.

"Very good. That wasn't so hard, now was it, Slut?"

I remained silent.

[SMACK] "OOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK"

"answer the question, Slut!"

"NOMISTRESSITWASN'THARD" I screamed.

"See? You're learning already. Now. Time for some nourishment." She announced as she pulled off the blindfold.

After my eyes adjusted, I saw a plate with several different raw vegetables and a glass with a thick whitish fluid in it. She picked up a carrot and moved it to my mouth. I noticed a funny taste when I bit it.

"Like it? I used it to masturbate with while I was watching the machines work on you." She grinned.

I was horrified. When I didn't immediately answer, she reached over to the flogger.

"YES, MISSTRESS! IT TASTES WONDERFULL. THANK YOU!"