Right Where I Want Her

A young woman with a past is given a second chance by
her boss...a chance to go back to being the slut she
was. Not even her daughter is safe from his web of
control and manipulation! (Mf, ped, inc, nc)

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This is a work of fiction! Be warned that it does
contain graphic depictions of forced sex and
degradation of adults and children. If this is not
something you are comfortable reading, please stop now.
I in no way advocate rape or any other forced non-
consensual sex act, or the physical abuse of women and
children. This was written as a work of fiction and
should be read as the fantasy that it is. NC, INC, PED

OK Im trying something a little different this time
around. I hope everyone who enjoyed my other stories
likes this one too. Here's a bit of a preview. Please
let me know what you think and if I should continue...

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CHAPTER 1

"I-I cant! n-n-no!"

She was whimpering, almost near tears. I felt my cock
throb just knowing how this was affecting her.

"You CAN, and you WILL!" I said, as I brought my hand
down slapping hard at her tits, "If not you wont begin
to imagine the things that Ill do."

Reluctantly, she began to work the nipple of the baby
bottle into her cunt. Tears streamed down her face.
Absolutely gorgeous! Theres something about a girl
crying that turns me on. I think its her eyes. Have
you ever noticed that? When you make them cry, that
their eyes get more vibrant? Brighter somehow. Maybe
its the contrast of the dark smears of black eyeliner
and the pinkish blood shot that really brings out the
blue. Maybe its just me.

The baby bottle top was now positioned just like I had
told her. The nipple tip was peeking out between her
nearly hairless pussy lips. It almost looked like a
little rubber dick.

"Now do it!"

She rose from the floor and walked, a bit uncomfortably,
to the edge of the bed.

"Say it! Just like I told you." I grabbed a handful of
her hair and yanked tightly to make my point.

"T-t-ime to eat b-baby... time to...{sniffle}...t-time
to eat..." She started to cry again so still holding
tightly to the clump of hair, I slapped her soft round
ass almost causing her to lose her balance. "T-time to
eat your m-m-mommy."

Let me take a second and explain what had led to this.
Wendy, the "cry baby", was a girl from the neighbor
hood. She was in her early twenties, but looked like
she was still in high school. She had no where to go
and no one who cared about her. No one except me, and
her daughter. Wendy was the kind of girl you went to
school with who all the girls hated because all the
boys could get whatever they wanted from her.

She was easy. Apparently a lack of love at home caused
her to "act out" in an effort to get both attention and
affection, or a reasonable substitute. At least that
was what the school guidance counselor had said. Before
graduation she was pregnant and with so many
possibilities, no one was really sure who the father
was. Her parents had kicked her out, and now she was
trying to make it on her own. She came to me looking
for work.

I manage a little music store at a local strip mall.
She walked in for her interview trying to look
professional I guess. She wore a rather plain white
button down blouse and a dark gray skirt, with charcoal
stockings and black shoes.

Her blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and
her make-up was surprisingly tasteful. You should see
some of the teenage whores that come parading through
here all slutted up. After what I found out later I
guess she was probably working hard to put her past
behind her. How could I refuse?

It didnt take long before I noticed the money. About
once a week the till would seem a bit off but it was
hard to figure out why. Something wasnt right. Then I
caught it. Whenever Wendy closed there seemed to be a
large number of gift certificates and return slips. The
bitch was running a scam! Shed ring a fake sale using
the store copy of a customers gift certificate, then
ring out a refund on the same transaction for cash! I
pulled her into the back office and confronted her the
next day. That was the first time I saw how beautiful
she was when she cried.

She gave me her sob story about being a young single
mom trying to make it on her own. How everyone had
turned their backs on her and she had no one to turn to
. And how she would do anything, she repeated that,
anything if Id give her another chance and not call
the cops. I wonder if she knew then what she knows now,
would she still have said that? This was the second
time I said to myself

"How could I refuse?"

Things progressed rather quickly. One day I was getting
her to blow me, her kneeling under the counter, as I
rang up a long line of customers. The next I was
letting her move in with me. Her and Samantha, her four
year old daughter. Thats when things started to get
interesting.

Sammy was a bright kid the spitting image of her mom.
Blonde and the same bright blue eyes. She had a very
close bond with Wendy. She followed "Mommy" around the
place and would repeat things and try and emulate Wendy
in every way. And they would always take baths together
too. Im not a woman, obviously, so maybe its natural.
I dont know. It was when I was walking past the
bathroom on one of those occasions that I started to
work up a plan in my head.

"mommy?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"When can I have thingies like you?"

"What!?" Wendy replied, a sly smile on her face.

"milky thingieslike you." As Sammy said this she
reached out and poked at her mother's tits.

"Not til youre older sweetieand theyre boobies, not
thingies"

"boobies! milky boobies!" Sammy began giggling and
poking more playfully at her mothers chest. Soon they
were both laughing, and then I almost shot my load. I
saw something so sweet, so innocent, that I started to
twist in my head so badly. Wendy kissed her impish
little girl on the forehead and then held her close to
her chestand Samantha began to suck on her mothers
nipple. Im sure, at the time, it was completely
innocent, a tender moment between a mother and child,
but the gears in my head turned with each throb of my
hard cock.

The next morning I told Wendy what I saw and told her
what I expected. I made her well aware of her past and
how if I went to child protective services it would
certainly be held against her. She was between my cock
and hard place. She had no choice but to comply or
shed lose her little girl. I had her right where I
wanted her!

So now, here she is laid out on the bed a rubber nipple
sticking out of her cunt about to let her own little
girl try and suck something out of it. Tears rolling
down her cheeks. Man, this was going to be hot!

CHAPTER 2

Little Sammy Im sure was more than a bit scared. Here
was her "mommy" sitting completely naked on the bed,
while the "nice" man they lived with stood there with
his dick in hand at the side of the bed. Wendy began to
remove her daughters clothes, pausing only briefly to
wipe at her tear-stained cheeks.

"Her panties." I said.

"W-what?"

"Sammys panties. Take them off. Then I want you to
sniff them and tell me what its like."

"I-I... {sniffle}..."

"NOW! Dont make me ask again!"

When I started to raise my voice I could see the tears
start to well up in Sammys eyes too. I wasnt looking
myself, but I bet they both saw the pre-cum start to
drip from my piss-hole. Wendy pulled her daughter close
and began to reassure her as she pulled the little
girls underwear down. Slowly she raised them to her
nose and inhaled.

"N-nothing. I dont s-smell anything."

"Try again. Breathe deeper."

She looked at me for a long time, and then as I started
to raise my hand, she took another deep breath. I
thought for just a second, I saw her tongue flick out
at the pink cotton. She closed her eyes, and let out
the air, slowly.

"T-tangy, like sweat or p-pee."

"How did it taste?" She blushed. "Yes, I saw you."

I turned my attention to Sammy.

"Its ok sweetie, were all just going to play some
games today." That got her to smile. "Your mommy looks
pretty silly with that bottle top between her legs
doesnt she?"

"yes." She still smiled and I could almost detect a
small giggle.

"You know what I think would be more silly? If you
sucked on like it was a bottle." I may have jumped the
gun a bit, she began to shy away and pull tighter to
her mom. It was actually quite a beautiful picture, her
small face and beautifully teary eyes framed by Wendys
soft full tits.

"Wendy, dont you think that would be fun?" It was
really less a question and more of a hurry up and get
your little bitch to cooperate.

"N-nyesitll be f-fun Sammy." With that Wendy leaned
back. Sammy fell down on her, still clutching her
mothers chest. Wendy saw me ball up a fist as my
frustration mounted and gently began to push her
daughter down toward her exposed cunt. Sammy shivered a
bit, Id like to think in anticipation but probably out
of nervousness or fear. It didnt matter which really.

"Go ahead b-baby... just... {sniffle}... just like a
bottle."

"Mommy?"

"Please baby, do it for m-mommy."

Sammy was hesitant. She looked at her mothers neatly
trimmed pussy not fully understanding what was
happening. She had to push her head in very close to
reach the nipple. Her tiny pink tongue poked out and
just touched at the tip. Then slowly, she circled her
sweet little mouth around the rubber and began to suck
at it. In no time she was working at the nipple like
she really expected it to produce milk.

I looked up at Wendys face. Her eyes were closed and
she had an almost peaceful look on her face. Her lips
pulled tight and started to twist into the same sly
grin I had seen in the tub. One hand began to glide up
her tummy and work at her own hard pink nipples. The
other, almost unconsciously reached again for Sammys
panties. She sniffed them again. A long deep breath. I
looked down just in time to see Sammy pull away from
her mommys now sopping wet cunt with a startled look
on her face.

"its not milk." She said. "its kinda salty."

"Is it bad?" I asked.

"ummits ok."

"Should I try it?"

"yeah! you can do silly things too."

I moved down between Wendys thighs and pulled her legs
apart wide. She was dripping. I wondered how much was
drool from little Sammy and how much was pure hot pussy
juice. I licked at her like a thirsty dog. Long tongue
strokes putting pressure on her stiff little clit.
Wendy was starting to moan, and Sammy began giggling.

"youre being silly! thats not how peoples get a
drink. thats what doggies do."

"Why dont you play doggie to Sammy?" I said as I
pulled away, taking the nipple with me.

Sammy climbed between her mothers legs again and began
licking, trying to mock what I had done. I took the
little girls panties and pushed them toward Wendys
mouth. Tracing the soft cotton around the lips that
were still painted in a smile.

"Taste her. Taste your own little babys cunt on her
panties. Suck em while she plays like a good girl,
like a good little bitch licking mommys cunt." I
whispered in her ear as I pushed the underwear in her
mouth. Wendy began grabbing handfuls of blanket
tightly. She was moaning, her hips rocking in a rhythm
against her babys tongue. Then her hands flew up and
pressed Sammys face deep into her snatch and she
fucked her cunt on her daughters face.

In a fit of wild perverse passion, Wendy either wasnt
aware or didnt care that her baby girl couldnt
breathe. All she cared about was that she was about to
cum harder than she ever had. Sammy began flailing her
arms, slapping her mothers thighs, leaving tiny red
hand prints.

Then almost as quickly as it started, Wendy collapsed.
Her little girls panties still in her mouth. Sammy,
gasping for air began to cry. Wendy quickly came
around, tears streaming down her own face. "Oh, God! Oh
no! I didnt!"

"Did my little ladies have fun?"

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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