Kelly's Mom - Sex Stories

Kelly's Mom

... and Vicki appeared, looking small and worn. Kelly saw she was gagged and crying softly. 'Good,' she thought, 'Kai must have come through for us.' The studio looked great on-screen; a little dark and forbidding, hopelessly hard in its austerity. Concrete and steel, the perfect setting for mommies and their daughters to suffer in the name of fun.

“Depraved Daughters,” her and Evie's brainchild, was about to get nasty! The name would work great with the idea they’d come up with. They’d all called Brenda “Mom" at one time or another anyway. And her daughter was now just as depraved as any of them.

The tiny snips of the “confession” audio they’d produced yesterday were going wild with hits. Even the pixelated photos were getting lots of stars, the graphic used to show what was trending. It had been Kelly’s last-minute decision to obscure the slaves' faces in the photos, and in a way that made it seem more real - to not show them in detail, but allow the viewers to fill in the looks of pain and suffering. They weren’t necessarily a BDSM site, anyway; the dark web had plenty of those. It all went back to the direction they really wanted to go in – to make the site about turning older women and girls into sex slaves. Their target audience was other young women to show them different ways to go about making it happen for themselves.

When they sold that idea to the dark web producer, he was all over the realism of it, and said it should sell better than aiming it at men. The ...

... money would come from men, too; there was nothing those perverts liked better than watching lesbians doing things to one another. Peeking into kinky lesbian teens turning women into sex slaves, and teaching other girls how to do it, should be a hit.

“Okay, Becca, lace those boots up. And don't forget your hood! And remember...” Evie left the monitor and walked quickly over to Vicki. The girl was up on her toes, the rope tethering her to the ceiling having been pulled tight again. She looked out of it, and they hadn't even gone online yet. Evie raised her young friend's chin with her fingers.

“...no names out loud, alright? We wouldn't want to see your mom get pulled through the mud over this. And your dad? What would he do?” She shook the girl's head violently once, forcing Vicki to look into her eyes. “Hey! I'm sure you wouldn't have a daddy at home anymore if he knew about this, would you, kid?”

Vicki shook her head, concern written in her eyes. But it was more than that. She needed to cum again. The thought of her family being broken up over something like this wasn't something she wanted to think about, but if taking a few lashes from Becca's crop meant everything else would stay the same, she'd be a good girl. And in truth, she was beginning to find pleasure in this new pain; hopefully, enough to trigger another orgasm. If not, she'd beg again. Vicki was getting comfortable with begging.

As Evie looked into her hooded eyes, the girl retreated into sub-space ...