This is a compilation of my series Mother's Owner . Enjoy!



This is another story from my imagination. If you do not appreciate such, don't

take offense. Just go on to the next posting.



If you're under age or immature forget the following.



If you're offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M . ETC then go on to

the next posting.



You've been warned!



Mother's Owner # 1

by Paladin



As always she had argued with her mother. Violet was a rebellious teen

and the strains were showing. She left the house in a huff and went to the mall

to hang with her friends. She looked and looked but found no one there and

nothing to do. Hanging alone was boring! Not any more fun than going home and

listening to her stereo.



As she walked up the drive and saw that the house was strangely silent.

Only her parents room window was open. From the sounds emanating from it, it

appeared that their was some activity in that room.



She sneaked up to the open window and heard,



"OO OO God OOO You do that soo."



Her mother was getting it on with dad.

A smirk crossed her face but it was soon replaced with a frown.



Wait a minute. Dad was on a trip and wouldn't be back

till Friday.;



Vi thought.



She cautiously chinned her self on the sill and peaked into the room.

There was ma sitting on . old Mr. Willians from next door.



;



Ma seemed to be trying to ride the old goat to death. She was ridding

him in a frenzy of passion.



Vi thought.



Ever since they moved here she remember the old lecher leering at her.




you perv. Probably settled for old mom just to get him some. >



Vi let herself down and rushed silently to the back door. of the house.




always puts a key here in this fake rock. YA!> She remembered.



Silently she got into the house and stole to the drawer where they kept

the camera. She tip toed to the door and opened it quietly. She set the camera

to a burst of shots and squeezed off the whole remaining 20 exposures. The

noise of the camera startled the two lovers. They jumped up, turned to the

source, all the while they sought to hide themselves.



Vi, her evidence now in her hands, knew what to do. She ran like hell, down

the hall and out the door to the safety of the mall. Once safely there she sought

out Glen, the nerd.



She knew he had a computer and could view the results on her camera disk.

Just a little persuasion and she could have him eating out of her hand.



He was in the magazine rack, as usual, reading the mags. Nothing else for

him to do. He never had a pussy since pussy had him.



She slipped up to him and rubbed her left tit on his right elbow.



In her sexiest voice she said. "Glennn could you help me?"

A firm rub to the fore arm, "I need you to show me how to.";



(I bet Eve used a similar line.)



The teen boy was flustered beyond his wildest dream. Here was Violet

Campbell, the girl of his dreams, rubbing her. He must be dreaming.



"Vi. I I mean I wo. what I." he stammered.



Her lure taken, Violet grabbed Glens arm tight and lead him, now like the poor

captive fish he was, out of the store to his wreck of a car.



She dragged herself over the shift lever, to keep tit to arm contact with

her 'boyfriend'. (Don't they all ways do that guys. Especially when they want

something?)



Glenn could not believe his good fortune. He would wake up any time now

and find out he was in english lit or some other dumb place. Ah well he decided





"Let's go!" Vi demanded. "Come on dummy. Er . Uh .Take me to your

house."



"W. whe. where do you want to go.? " Glen blurted out and he could

not believe his ears.



"Your place. Hurry up. we have to get to your. room" she demanded

with a firm rub of nipple to elbow. (All right it was through the bra, but it

was the closest this nerd had gotten to second base in his short life.)



"MMM My.roommmm" Glen said as he fumbled with the keys.

He coaxed the engine on and pealed out of the

open parking lot in a cloud of burning rubber, and blue smoke.



He drove erratically all the way to his house and as she kept hold of

his right arm, let her come in with him. Quietly he snuck her, by his mom

who was watching her soaps, to his room.



Vi thought; but the computer with

the latest pirated software was there. She picked up some skuzzy shorts from

the bed with two fingers, and dropped them on the floor. Then she sat her cute

little ass on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. (She made sure she was

facing him his wide eyes at that very moment.)



Making sure that lots of thigh was showing. She bent forward and handed

the stupefied boy the disk she had removed from the camera.



"GLENNN I need to see the images I got on this disk. Please.I'd be

ever soo grateful. Please." Vi seemed to beg.



Glen could not believe his eyes. He had Violet in his room . on his

bed. Jimmy would just. ;



"Sure thing I can get you what you want.?
he would do it for her. No matter what.>



He took the disk and started up his computer. In no time at all he had

them viewing the blurry distorted images that Violet had taken of her

mother and her lover, .



"Shit" she said. She started to get up off

the bed. She was going to leave but Glen, now desperate, to keep her said,



"We could. enhance the images if you want."







He pushed the image resolution and the dip's to the limit and after 20

minutes work he had a recognizable rendition of Mrs. Campbell's face over a

white male body. There they had two blurry white form coming off the bed and a

succession of attempts to hide from the lens.



"Where did you get these." Glen asked his new 'girl friend'.



"Never mind that. Can you get me a better copy of her face there?" Vi

asked.



"Sure." Glenn said and pushed the print button.



After inspecting it she said, "Not bad now give me an envelope and some

more of that paper.";



Glen quickly complied and she got up to leave. His heart was breaking and

his face showed it.



Ever the fixer, Vi stepped into the boy and kissed him, like he had only

dreamed of before. She rubbed, tit to chest, and even opened her mouth.



Glen (never a cool dude) came in his pants.



"Now I have to go and do some things. You stay here and see if you can

get me some better results off the other ones on the disk. I'll call you .later

." (That promise of hope. )



Glen stood there, dripping, and watched her leave. Her lingering perfume

convinced him she really had been there. That and the disk.




that disk. No matter what .>



Vi went directly to the mall and found a pay phone. She called her home

and waited through the phone message.



Then she demanded, "Mother you better pick up YOU WHORE. You pick up

or I'm going to send these pictures to Dad's office and you'll be the sorriest bitch

their ever was."



"Violet I am your mother." came the voice from the phone, "Where are you? We

have to talk. about this.";



"Listen and listen good WHORE! I'm at the mall and you better get here quick.

Bring you purse, I kneed some things and don't bring your stud. I'll be waiting at the

dress shop. Oh yea wear the my short sun dress of mine and get here in 5 minutes.";



Her mother's outrage and comments were cutoff as she then hung up the phone.



She waited there in the air conditioned climate and rehersed for the coming

confrontation. Soon she saw her mother rushing through the shoppers, and she

was wearing the short see through dress.



Now Vi knew she had her. She had the envelope all ready to go to her dads

office. She had even bought a stamp for it but she had left it unsealed. She

had gone over, in her mind, the scene where she got her dopey mother by the

short hairs. She was ready.



When her mother approached her, she took up a position by the mail box.



"I think I need some new things. What do you think." Vi demanded.



"Now look here young lady.";



"No you look here." she said drawing the image of Olive's face from the

other blank pages. "Wanna see the BITCH with her sire? Wann see them

screwing? How bout I send up to dads office? Bet his secretary would have

copies all over the office in no time."



Olive turned white. "Pl.Please don't show them around. I'll never. I

mean. Don't mail them I. I'll do anything. I'm your mother.";



"You will do whatever turns me on won't you mother dear?" Vi demanded of

the beaten woman.



"Yes dear. Whatever you say. Now please give me the envelope." Olive

begged with a low voice. She hoped to get the pictures and then make it up to

Violet somehow. Quietly someplace less public.



"I think you are over dressed. That bra will stretch my dress go over to

the rest room and take it off. NOW BITCH. Vi demanded of her mother.



Olive sought to please her bitch daughter and went to the ladies and

removed her bra in a stall. She tucked it into her large bag. When she pulled

the tight dress down over her hips and walked out of the stall. She saw that

every curve of her pendulous breasts were clearly visible through the shear sun

dress. She wanted to go back and tuck them safely back inside her bra but she

feared that Violet would do something impulsive so she went out into the mall.

Better to endure this for now. Then once she got hold of the pictures she would

show that little bitch.



Violet smiled at the quivering mammarys of her parent.
now at least. !>



"OK Ma lets go get me some tight jeans and some . well don't look so

glum. We are here to shop aren't we.?" Vi demanded all the time waving the

stamped envelope.



Vi lead her through every store in the mall and bought many outrageously

expensive things. As they placed their things in the car Vi demanded the keys

to the car.



"I'll drive NOW!"



Olive acquiesced and went meekly to the passenger seat. Relieved to be out

of the public eye.



Vi reached among her purchases and found what she needed. She walked to

the passenger door and opened it. The shiny chrome circles in her hand behind

her back.



Olive turned to her and asked, "I thought you wanted to drive?"



"Give me back my dress WHORE.Now. You are stretching it all out of

shape."



"Vi please" Olive begged but she saw the stubborn streak in her daughter

eyes. "You told me to wear it. Besides someone might see me."



"From now on you call me MISTRESS. Now get that dress off and be quick

about it. As for your modesty tell me about it in these pictures.



Self continuously Olive looked around and, seeing no one, she slipped the

dress over her head and covered her breasts with it and her hands. She looked up

pleadingly at her, now controling off spring.



Violet snapped the chrome cuff on her right wrist and forced her over and down

on her belly on the seat twisting the right hand up behind her back.



"Mother you fight me in this and I'll scream. Then when someone comes,

I'll say you were trying to do some perv things with me. Now give me your other

hand and no more shit. WHORE!";



In horror, the nude Olive, surrendered her left hand to Vi and felt the

metal snap shut. She thought those cuffs were just decorative. Part of the punk

look but they sure felt real now.



Flushed with success Vi made short work of her mother's panties and the

sun dress. They soon joined the purchases in the trunk.



Then she grabbed her mother's hair and dragged the helpless nude out of

the front seat.



"I should just leave you here to get home by your self." Vi

speculated. as she dragged the nude to the rear door of the car.



She threw Olive in the rear seat floor and then demanded,



"Crotch down there and maybe I won't show your fat ass all over town.

If you are good. Real good";



Violet went around the car, and looked into the rear floor. There her nude

parent was huddled hoping that she could get out of this experience with out

being arrested or exposed to the world.



"I for got something I need. I'll just take your purse and go get them.

No Mother don't get up. I can see you are better off there. Now don't you go

away. I'll be right back." Vi commented as she want back to the mall.



Olive was scared out of her mind. Huddled in the rear seat of her car.

NUDE! IN HANDCUFFS! Totally at the mercy of her daughter.



She heard people moving around her. Cars came and went but she sat

huddled there on the floor, praying that no one came there and found her in

her current state.



she thought.



Then she heard another set of approaching foot steps. This time they did

not veer off to another direction. The came right up to the car and. it sounded

like two sets of feet.



Olive's heart was in her throat. She crouched down as far as she could.

She tried to make her self as small as possible.



Then the door opened behind her and Violets voice said,



"See Lonia I told you she would be right here just waiting for us."







You've been warned!



Mother's Owner # 2

by Paladin



"Cool", a female voice said behind Olives back. She was mortified. Her

daughter had.



Their was a rustling of paper and Olive felt her hair being grabbed

causing her head to unwind from the tight ball she had assumed when she heard

the them approached the car.



A flash of chrome streaked by her eyes and she fled a cold constriction

at her throat. Breathing became hard as the dog choke chain cut off her air

supply causing her to lift her head, further and further from the 'protection'

of the ball.



She heard,



SNAP



Then she looked up to see that Violet had a leash extending through her

field of vision disappearing under her chin. She looked over and saw the other

teen. This was the girl, her daughter had told here of. The girl was a 'sadistic little

dike'. Vi's words not hers.



Lona was tall, thin and with a pixie cut head of black hair. The dark piercing eyes

added to the overall sinister effect of the all black attire she wore.



The steady pull to her throat, caused her to come up from her desired position,

out of sight, on the floor, curled into a small ball of white female flesh. More and

more of her nudity came into the view of the obviously delighted new teen. With a

sparkle in her eyes the teen reached out her slim right hand.



"Nice tits! I like up big like this!", Lonia said as she took a hand full of the

quivering right mammary. "Boy am I going to have fun with these. Bet you really

sucked on these." She said as she half turned to Vi.



"Now Mrs. Campbell. Oh that sounds so formal when I have your tit in my

hand. Let's see.I'll call you Oli. No I think I'll call you 'O' just like in that book.

Don't you think that would be better." the new teen asked as she squeezed and

gave a slight twist to the mammary in her control.



"OOOO Please that hurts. OOOOO Stop it .I." Olive began to protest

but the girls expression soured and she twisted the flesh harder. From her

position above and behind the woman the teen had all the leverage.



"Listen bitch. Vi told me all about your hot little cunt. She even

showed me the pic's of you and your fuck. Kind o' old fart but who am I to

judge. Was he a good fuck? You want to argue on anything, and we will just

tie this leash to that pole and drive off. Then you can fuck your way home.

You understand ME! " Lonia told the cringing woman. "Now shut up and do

what I tell you O."



With her hands cuffed behind her, nude and a choke collar on her neck

Olive had nothing to say. She looked up over he shoulder, for compassion into

the smiling faces or the two young females. She saw only delight and wonder.



They looked over their new possession and it boggled their minds. Here

was a nude adult woman at their disposal. She was theirs! If she so much as

balked they could just tie her to a support column and leave her. She would

suffer social ostracism, and they could not be brought to any accountability.



If she went along, . she was theirs forever. Oh what fun they were going to

have with her!



"Now is O all right with you?" Lonia turned and asked Vi keeping control

of the now twisted tit.



"I think it is great. Compact and it tells her just what she is. Just like in the

book. A sex slave." Vi expressed her opinion. "You do understand that, don't

you M. O."



"From now on you are 'O,' and I and she are your Mistresses. You will not

speak till you are given permission and you will do what we order without

hesitation. You got that bitch." Lonia demanded from her overseer position.