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It was time for our first conversation.

I had them both, mother and daughter, kidnapped and completely under my control in my secret holding place far from prying eyes or where anyone might hear their useless screams for me to stop or for help. I'd had them this way for several hours by now, and it was time to get on with my plans. Get my balls rolling, so as to say and I really looked forward to our first words since their capture. I pretty well knew what to expect. How initially there would be demands and then negotiations, defiance and resignation, but I had all the power, but they, especially the mother, didn't know that. Not yet, but they would, soon enough. Boy would they ever know all the power of my cock and twisted imagination and what the many ropes and hooks and needles were for.

I entered the windowless, fortress-like room through the steel reinforced door and strode right up to where I had them tethered by steel cables attached to the ceiling and fastened around their necks secured with brass padlocks. They were set upon a steel framed double bed with a hard mattress and white sheets. I had untied their hands earlier and couldn't resist reaching in and squeezing the mother's tit while she was unconscious. Her nipple got the pinch too and it hardened. Her areola was crinkled brown. I wanted to poke her cunt but decided to hold off to save and savour it all for later, sort of gradual discovery, you might say. The kid was out cold too so she didn't see. Putting her onto the bed, I'd knelt with my knee in her tight little crotch and pressed pretty hard but didn't do anything else. I kneed her slowly. She sort of moaned but was still mostly unaware.

But now they were wide awake and fiercely angry along with being afraid. Stupid cunts, they shouldn't have just been afraid, they should have been fucking terrified. I was ecstatic. Pretty well orgasmic. (Just looking at them and knowing they were my prisoners and sex slaves was beyond delicious and I could compare their cunts and play one against the other, especially the daughter against the mother which was often the very best part.)



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'So, what do you two think?' I started.

Mother replied hard and fast, 'Who the Hell are you? What do you want with us? Who are you? I demand that you tell me.'

I replied, 'Right to the point. Right to the heart of the matter. No time for niceties or small talk.'

She replied, 'What do you expect? That we're going to have a casual conversation? That we're going to talk about the weather?' She paused and continued, 'You've got us here, tied, against our wills and I demand to know what you think you are up to?'

'I don't think I'm up to anything. I know what I'm up for.' I replied, sort of mocking her.

She looked puzzled. 'What does that mean? What's that supposed to mean?'

'It's not supposed to mean anything. It means what it means.' I paused for a moment and looked at the girl. 'What about the kid', I said. 'doesn't she speak? Can't she talk?'

'You leave her out of it, out of this. Anything you have to say, you address to me. To me alone.' She demanded.

'Whatever.' I dismissed her, thrusting my hand in the air.

'No, not whatever. You understand? You talk to me or no one. Is that clear?' She was extra assertive. I wanted to kick her in the cunt or at least in the tits but settled for knowing I could any time, or even better take it out on the kid's sex parts.

I walked around to the girl on the other side of the bed. She was trembling and her small breasts were heaving as she grasped for air through her fear. Her stretchy tea-shirt might as well have been soaking wet. Her matching pink short shorts clung to her tight little ass and I wanted to shove my cock straight into it. No pleasantries. No introductions. Just pull them down and ass fuck her harder than the meanest bastard right in front of her mother. Hell, tie her up right on top of her mother, both spread eagled and naked and crying. Now that would be sweet. Her Mom must have sensed an air about me, like she knew what I was thinking, because she changed to a conciliatory, less demanding tone and approach.



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'Talk to me, please. I have the answers. Whatever you want to know I can tell you.' She sort of begged.

I wondered if she'd tell me how deep the kid's cunt was or was she still a virgin? She probably was, but these days, who was to say for certain?

I said to the girl, 'So sweetie, is your Mom right? She does all the talking for you?'

The girl nodded, yes, slowly. Her eyes cautious and fearful. (I wondered if she'd felt my knee on her cunt and just hadn't let on.)

'She do all your thinking too? Can you think for yourself? Answer for yourself?' I continued.

The girl spoke for the first time, 'Of course I can talk and think for myself. My Mom's taught me to do this. But she's scared for me, for both of us, so she wants to protect me.'

'Don't you sound all grown up, but protect you from me? When you don't know what I'm going to do, if anything.'

'She wants to take care of me and is afraid.' She said again.

'She's a good Mom, then? You think?'

'Yes, she's the best and teaches us, me to be independent.'

'And arrogant.' I added.

The girl looked confused a little and answered, 'No, not arrogant. Just sure of ourselves and our abilities. Of who we are as girls, as women we'll become.'

'Then she's a good Mom?' I replied.

'Yes, I said the best.'

I leaned over to her to whisper into her ear. Her Mom cried out, 'Get away from her. Don't you touch her. Stay away from her, You hear.'

I placed my hand on her arm, sort of across the front and only about an inch from one of her little tits and was totally conscious of where her budding nipple was. I ignored the frantic bitch mother and whispered to the girl, 'You think she's a good Mom. You think she'd be a good fuck? She'd spread her legs good and let me eat her pussy? You think she'd like to be my cock's friend or she'd rather have you be my fuck buddy? Maybe even my little ass fuck buddy, right between the cheeks?'



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