Unknown - Daughter in Heat

Heather rubbed sore joints, stretched, and sat up slowly. She examined her still gaping hole then looked up to her mother. She took on a serious countenance and said, "Mom, I have to ask you something. I'd like an honest answer."

Sue sat on the bed after finding a dry spot. She got a concerned look on her face and said, "Shoot."

"If I told you I didn't want to be messed with and you knew I meant it, would you leave me alone? You know what I mean."

"Do you have to ask? I left you alone all these years. Do you think I wanted to leave you alone? You've always been a sexy little girl, Heather, and I have always been bisexual with no qualms about incest or molesting the young and innocent. I never once encouraged you down this path. The most I ever did was open your eyes, teach you how to masturbate, and put ideas in your head by showing you examples. You got on this path of your own free will and you can get off the same way."

"I had to ask."

"Look, Heather. I realize you are getting into areas you never imagined and dealing with a lot of conflicting emotions and desires. If this ever becomes an all negative experience, or the bad times outweigh the fun times, get serious and let me know; otherwise, I'll ignore your protests, your whining and crying, your begging and pleading, and do what I feel like doing, thinking only of my own pleasure or the pleasure of the person I'm trying to amuse at your expense.

I am that way, Heather."

"I know. I got a sample last night."

"It won't all be fun, Heather. I wanted to prove that to you. Some things are going to hurt you terribly.

I'm serious. This afternoon was nothing, not even a sample. I'll make you suffer and show you no mercy and no pity, none. If the person I'm trying to amuse derives the slightest pleasure from watching you suffer, I'll make you suffer more. I'll try not to permanently scar you, but I might scar you. I might put my cigarettes out on your tender parts."

"You would?"

"Yes, I would, and I'll tell you something about Sarah. It would amuse her to see me hurt you. I love to amuse Sarah. She's not that bad now, but these things have a way of escalating. She's the type that needs more and more, stronger and stronger. I'm not into hurting, especially not you, and I will always be careful not to do any permanent injury, but I know how I am. If Sarah wants more, I'll give her more. It could get bloody ugly."

"You wouldn't kill me, would you?"

"No, of course not, and I won't be carving on you either. You'll keep all your parts but they may not look as pretty as they do now. I doubt Sarah would ever want to see disfiguring torture, and I can't see doing that for anyone other than Sarah, but we have a little over two years of travel down a very nasty road ahead of us if you stay the course. It could happen and you might leave home looking like you've been in a car wreck. That's the worst case scenario. I pray it never gets that bad, but I want you mentally prepared in case it does.

"Now, here's something you have to consider.

I won't let you pick and choose. You'll take what I dish out or cry uncle. If you ever cry uncle, if you ever get serious and say you want to be left alone, we go back to the way things were and it will stay that way. No dogs, no sex, no nothing. You'll return to masturbation, but no one will bother you. I'll see to it. You will not be allowed to date while you live under my roof.

It's all or nothing, Heather. I'm serious. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Let me make one thing clear. When I want to hurt you, don't shy away, beg, plead, or defend yourself. You surrender the part I wish to torment and suffer through. Don't ever ask me to ease up or stop. Don't beg for mercy, just suffer.

Cry, grit your teeth, moan and groan, but never scream. Just suffer.

Suffer or quit totally. Those are your only options. Is that clear, crystal clear?"

Heather wore a somber expression as she said, "Yes. I know what you want from me. I'll do my best to suffer the way you want me to."

"I'm sure you will. There's a bit of masochist in you isn't there?"

"I believe so, more than a bit. Most of my fantasies involve cruelty and torture inflicted on me for someone else's pleasure. I get off on the fantasy."

"I think you'll find the reality a bit difficult while it's happening but exciting when reflecting on it. You'll carry a treasure chest of experiences to reflect on if you endure until you go off on your own, but it will come at a heavy price, and you may have scars to prove it. Let's just hope it doesn't get too bad. Your father will keep a lid on that activity, I'm sure. He won't see any of that, but he'll see the evidence. Don't let me catch you playing on his sympathies. Your attitude should be: It was no big deal. I'll be okay. I'm a masochist. I liked it. Understand?"

"Yes. I already told him I like to fantasize being tied up and whipped between my legs. I'll play that up so that he knows I'm a masochist and you're just giving me what I crave. I'll tell him I beg you to hurt me more, but you won't hurt me enough to satisfy me. I'll ask that he please stay out of it. Would that be good?"

"Excellent. Yes, you do that. I do believe you're going to be a brave little slut for Mommy, aren't you, Heather?"

"I will be if you'll get some dogs and make me be a good bitch and show everyone what a good bitch I am."

Sue smiled and said, "Sweetheart, I've already contracted for a kennel and Sarah and I have been scouting the dog pounds. We have three on reserve, but we plan to get six more.

Will that be enough to satisfy you?"

"Yes."

"You be a good slut for me and I'll make you wear a dog collar to school next year, all next year. Would you like that?"

"Yes, with a gold tag that says, 'BITCH'."

"I'll do better than that. I'll have it tattooed on your chest along with a scene of bestial mating, a very vulgar and graphic scene."

"Could you get away with that?"

"If we told a good story, we could. Over the summer, bikers kidnapped you and did that to you. They told you to wear the collar that goes with it or they'll kidnap you again and kill you. Until those animals are behind bars, we have no choice but to cooperate with their demands. They kidnapped you right out of our home with us in it. They could do it again.

If the school fights us, we'll sue the piss out of them. You have a right to a public education and they can't force you to jeopardize your life if they can't protect you."

"Wow, would that work?"

"Yes. It's been done. I've done my homework.

They can't even make you hide the tattoo or abide by the dress code if the kidnappers are still on the loose and demand you wear slut attire. As long as your genitals are covered, they can't say shit. You could attend classes in the tiniest string bikini ever made. That's been done, too, and we have an attorney that will cram their dress code up their prude asses. You could attend classes effectively naked. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh god, yes! Mom, there is nothing you could do to me that would make me cry uncle, now. My pussy is your ashtray."

"I thought that would get you. Maybe, now, Sarah will get off my case about smoking. You'd better get a move on or you'll miss the bus."

Heather climbed out of bed, saying. "Yeah, I have to run."

"We won't be here when you get home. Sarah and I are driving to Austin to check out a special dog at their pound. We might get a hotel room. Then again, we might pop in on you and your father and surprise you. You never know."

Heather stopped at the door to her private bathroom to say, "We'll be sleeping in your bed. Who knows what might happen. If you surprise us, you'd better bring the collar and chastity girdle."

"You might be all alone tonight. He has orders to stay away until we return. I doubt that he will, but in any event, he has a place to go and something to do that will probably keep him out late."