Thank you all for all of your kind words. Writing is almost a torture for me. But you make the pain hurt so good. I can't edit this anymore so excuse the mistakes you might find. My muse rejected the chocolate and double pearl panties so I might have to go in hibernation for a while. Meantime, I hope Mad Lews, nikita, etc would pick up their pens.



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I circle the area a few times to make sure there was no police around before I finally pull up to Chloe. "Put this on," I hand her a blindfold when she got in.

"I want to see my daughter," the voice was shaky, almost teary.

"That comes later. Now put it on. If I ask again, you are going to step out and never see your daughter again," I ordered.

She hesitated for a moment before placing the material over her eyes. I can see her nipples harden beneath the tight top. I take my time binding her wrists behind her back, watching her breath quicken, her bosom stretching the top.

"You are such a slut," I trace my fingers over her nipples pointing into the top, "just like your daughter."

"Please. My daughter is not a slut," there was arousal in her voice now.

"Listen to this," I insert the headphones from my cell phone to her ear. She can hear the loud protests on the other end of the line, "Please make it stopppppppp.....no...no more....arrrrrgggggg...yes...yesss....more, yes, more...fuck...fuck...I am...cumming..."

Chloe licked her lips unknowingly, "Gwen...is...that you?" she stammered. Her face flushed and her nipples are harder than ever.

"Soon you will be taking her place," I whisper in her other ear as I reach beneath her skirt. "And I think you would like that," I can feel a stain forming over her panties. She shakes her head but makes no attempt to dislodge my hands.

"No. You don't understand," she pleaded. "What's not to understand?" My fingers pushed into her slit through the panties, causing her to gasp. "Please. I lost my other daughter because the ransom..." she breaks down and I can hear her choke back a sob. My fingers have no effect on her even even when I push deeper. "Please. I followed your demands. I am trading myself over. Please let my daughter go..." She can no longer hold in her sobs and tears flowed behind the blindfold.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggg.....please..no...ughhhh. ...yes, yesssss...." Gwen's voice interrupts us.

"You are doing fine. I won't harm your daughter," she had stopped sobbing and her panties are soaking to the moans of her daughter. "You can't wait to be in her place, can you slut?" I am finger fucking her now, the crotch of her panties inside her, rubbing the tight walls of her pussy.

She can only moan in response, throwing her head back. She whimpers when I remove my fingers. I replace it with a vibrator and she sighs her satisfaction. Turning it on, she moans out loud and I take the opportunity to insert my fingers into her mouth. She grimaces at first but begins to suck, wrapping her lips around them, tasting her juices. When she finished licking, I start the car and drive off, shortening the distance between the two moans.

Gwen had her face lying sideways on the floor when I entered. The fucking machine is currently paused in its cycle but she didn't hear us come in, desperately trying to catch her breath. Not that she can tell due to the discipline helmet that blocks out all light and noise. The mic still sits over the exposed mouth of the helmet, inches from a puddle of saliva.

I remove Chloe's blindfold and she gasps at the sight of her daughter on her knees, secured wide apart to a wooden frame, wrists tied to ankles, shoulder slumped on the floor, ass high in the air and a fucking machine with two dildos buried in her holes. She was naked except her skirt bunched around her waist. The rest of her school clothes lying in disarray about her.

"Gwen!" Her hands struggle for the first time behind her back.

"She can't hear you," I reply and Gwen's head remains still, only her tits moving to her breathing. "It's your turn," I said as I untie her hands.

Chloe knew what was expected. She undressed and got on her hands and knees over a similar frame positioned behind the fucking machine. She could smell the pool of juice lying below the machine where the dildos entered her daughter. As I secure her wrists and ankles to the corners, the machine starts again. Chloe can only stare ahead helplessly as the dildos fuck her daughter.

"Uggggggggggghhh...." Gwen groans, too weak to lift her head. "Make it stop...please."

Chloe is mesmerized by the efficiency of the machine. The dildos alternate inside her daughter, stretching Gwen's pussy lips and anus. I can see her own pussy grip tighter at the silent vibrator insider her. I had kept her on edge for two hours during the drive.

"Ohhhhhhh....ohhhh...." Gwen begins to moan again, her hips pumping slightly. "Yes. Fuck me...yes....yessss..." she came again, her hips bucking but the dildos continue to pump. There is still six minutes left before the next break.

"I wonder if you can take fourteen hours like your daughter?" I ask to Chloe's horror. "Oh no, don't mistake me. You won't be fucked by a machine. You will be teased."

I flip her vibrator on low and she immediately start rocking her body. I grab a hold of her hips and proceed to place a remote controlled butterfly vibrator over her already swollen clit but left it off. She is humping the air furiously, the vibrator not enough for her to cum. I stroke her hair softly as she whimpers with desperate need.

So I continue to tease her while her daughter have orgasms after orgasms right before her eyes. After three hours, she reluctantly begs me to let her cum.

"Please. I need to cum. I really need to cum but..." her voice trails off, afraid to ask even as she rocks her hips like a bitch in heat.

"But what?"

"Can you please let me daughter go? I will do anything else. Please??" she begged earnestly.

"That was not the deal," I reply dryly. She can only plead with her eyes as she humps the air. There is a big puddle below her by now as well and the room reeks of frustrated pussy. "If you want to cum, you know what you must ask."

"Please...I am begging you..plea..." her words drop off as I turn on the butterfly over her clit. She bites her lower lip and closes her eyes, feeling her orgasm rising quickly.

"You were saying?" I turn off the butterfly.

She screams in great frustration, seconds away from cumming, "PLEASE MAKE ME CUM......please use my daughter...to make me...cum," she wails, unable to think about anything but her throbbing clit.

I smile and proceed to insert a penis gag with an attached dildo into her mouth. I did the same to her daughter. Then I stop the machine, remove it from Gwen, followed by a loud groan from her. Chloe eyes my movements, swaying her hips, waiting for me to fuck her dripping pussy with her daughter's face.

"Are you ready for your daughter to make you cum?" I declare. She mubbles behind her gag. "Yes, then I will let her go," I reply. She nods and drops her head, hiding her face from Gwen even though she is still laced in the helmet.

"Well, I hope you don't mind a substitute," I have brought another girl into the room. Puzzled, Chloe looks up to see a girl slide on a strapon dildo. She frowned, slightly confused. Then her hips stopped gyrating and she protested into her gag. Iris is kneeling behind Chloe now and pushed the dildo into her mother's slit, causing Chloe to protest louder, shaking her head wildly.

"It seems like your mother missed you Iris," I grin at Chloe's mixture of moans and whimpers. Her eyes are tearing again but I am not sure if it's due to the pleasure of the dildo sawing into her pussy or having found her long lost daughter. Regardless, I push her head forward into Gwen's sore pussy. Judging by the noise in the room, I think it's a happy reunion.