Rebecca Mine 1

 
Rebecca Mine 1:
BDSM Stories
2008-02-12
This is story is fantasy and is only intended as such. It is writen to
be read by adults that can tell the difference between fantasy and
reality.

REBECCA MINE by Mr. Ed

Chapter One
SURPRISE
"Now that you have grown up and have a tits as large as mine it's time
for you to pay me back for all the trouble you've put me through. I
figure that whatever you do for me now will never be enough to pay me
back but I'll make sure you die trying."
Mrs. Jones garbed her 15 year old daughter Rebecca by her right ear and
dragged her down to the basement of their modest 2 bedroom bungalow.
The great thing about the house was that the basement was entirely below
ground with no windows making it completely inaccessible to the world
outside the house. The basement was unfinished and served only as a
place to hold the household utilities, furnace, water heater, electrical
panel etc. Illumination came from a single bare light bulb. It had never
been used for storage. Rebecca saw something she had never scene down
there before. In the middle of the floor was an iron cage big enough for
a dog.
Pushing her to the ground Rebecca threw down a paper grocery bag.
"Put all your cloths and anything else you might have on in the bag. No
money will ever be spent on cloths for you again. Tomorrow I'll send
every stitch of clothing you have to the Goodwill. No point throwing
such nice things away. I might keep a few things for myself."
Mrs. Jones smiled, it had felt so good to say that. It felt so good to
put her lazy, useless daughter in her place. She had succeeded in
convincing everyone that mattered that her husband, now living in New
York, had gotten custody of the child when in fact it was she. Nobody
expected to
see Rebecca again. Most wouldn't. There were a few ladies in town that
Mrs. Jones had gotten to know on line, that had similar feelings about
their own teenage daughters and these ladies would be informed of the
situation as soon as she knew she had full control of the situation. In
fact the reason Mrs. Jones raised enough courage to pull off the plan
was because she found she was not alone in her feelings. The kicker was
that by the time Mrs. Jones was done with her, Rebecca would only care
about earning orgasms and be the real winner in the whole affair…
In the meantime Rebecca was clue less as what was happening. Up to a
moment ago she was living the life of a typical North Vale teenager and
had just started going steady for the first time in her life. Now she
was at the feet of a crazed monster that looked just like her mother but
couldn't possibly be. Up till then she had been so nice to her and
Rebecca had helped convince the judge that she would be better off with
her mother and that Mrs. Jones should get custody. What was happening
she wondered, not yet grasping the seriousness of the situation?
Mrs. Jones was convinced that these first few moments after the initial
shock would be critical in establishing their new relationship. As hard
as she could Mrs. . Jones kicked Rebecca in the solar plexus,
momentarily paralyzing her and cutting off her air. Rebecca curled up on
her knees and her mother kicked her again, this time in the ribs fully
intending to break on or two, and she did. The steel toe of her mule
caused a couple of cracks as well as a huge bruise.
"Perhaps you weren't paying attention to what I said. I want all your
things in the bag... NOW!!!!"
Becky was just getting back her ability to breath and didn't move except
to cover her sides with her elbows and protect her ribs. Mrs. Jones
removed the silver chain from around her loose black skirt and brought
it down as hard as she could across Rebecca's back. Then she did it
again and again. The chain ripped right through the 15 year olds blouse
and left red streaks of blood across her skin. The belt had been no mere
decoration but especially designed to look attractive as a belt and
still be a dangerous flail..
"Is this how you want to be stripped? Do you want me to rip your clothes
off with the chain, because I'm telling you I will?"
Again she brought it down striking Rebecca right between her shoulder
blades as she screamed out of total terror.
"STRIP!", Mrs. Jones yelled again and her daughter began ripping at her
clothes in a furious manner. Her mother didn't stop striking her with
the chain but rather kept a steady rhythm across her daughters torso.
"Next time I tell you to do something I will expect you to do it right
away or you'll feel something that will make you forget all about this
and feel some real pain."
She punctuated her warning by striking her daughter directly across her
large tits. Rebecca had just removed her brassier. The bite of the chain
across her tender breasts started the young lady writhing in pain all
over the dirty cement floor.
Mrs. Jones had envisioned this very reaction and knew she had complete
control of Rebecca within her grasp, the feeling was instinctive. The
girl was now nude above the waist and Mrs. Jones pursued her advantage.
"Your not naked yet how dare you stop!"
And she brought the chain down yet again, this time striking near the
cracked ribs.
Her daughter howled in agony but managed to start working off her pants
taking down her underpants at the same time to speed things up. As her
hands worked the pants down past her feet her thumbs snagged her socks
and she pulled those off as well. Her mother now had her entire body
available to whip.
"The pins in your hair and class ring those go to."
The chain continued coming down on Beck's naked body until she had
worked the ring off of her finger and placed it along with her cloths
into the paper bag. The blows stopped while Becky resumed her writhing
on the floor. She was no longer a physical threat to her mother, there
was no fight left in her.
Mrs. Jones tossed the chain to the floor, drops of blood rolling from
the stainless steel links. There were blood spatter marks everywhere,
the floor, walls, ceiling, but Mrs. Jones knew there weren't any serious
injuries. Becky would feel the effects of the chain for weeks but she
would heal.
Mrs. Jones then began the final phase of Rebecca's first day as her sex
slave instead of the jewel that Rebecca had thought she was. The irony
was just too delicious. This had to be an nbelievable jolt to Rebecca's
ego, she thought.
The iron bar cage was constructed so that it's floor and both ends were
permanently fixed in position while the top and both sides folded away
to completely open the cage. There were permanent restraints for wrists
and knees affixed to the sheet metal floor and front corner bars so that
someone could be easily secured and remain secured even when not covered
by the sides and top of the cage. This feature allowed for an almost
unimpeded whipping. At any time that Rebecca was fastened by those
restraints the cage could be completely opened exposing her to anything
her mother and her friends wished to do to Rebecca, and especially open
to the whip.
Mrs. Jones put her hand in the cage handle near the floor on one side
and folded back the side of the cage till it rested across the top. Both
both top and sides were 2 feet wide and the distance from the front to
the back was 4 feet. Now both side and top were folded back over the
opposite side of the cage which in turn was hinged at its base and all
three panels folded down to the floor. Now only the front and back of
the cage were left standing. These ends were actually sunk into the
cement floor and were immovable.
Grabbing a handful of hair Mrs. Jones pulled Rebecca over to the cage
and positioned her by the knee cuffs.
"Put those over your knees and strap them tight or I'll break a few more
ribs."
Rebecca strapped them on, one strap going around her leg above the knee
and the other strap below the knee. The part of the pad going over her
knee cap was lined with a coarse sandpaper type fabric. The knee
restraints separated her knees the entire width of the cage, 2 feet,
leaving her private parts exposed almost as much as they could be. Mrs.
Jones placed her wrists in similarly lined wrist cuffs fastened half way
up the sides of the cages two front corner bars. Keeping her hands off
of the floor would keep Becky from resting her back like she could if
she were on all 4's. With Rebecca secured the top and walls of the cage
were folded back into position and locked to a bolt imbedded in the
floor. It was a combination lock with no key to loose or to leave in the
wrong place.
Before returning upstairs Mrs. Jones had one last act to perform.
Standing under the light bulb, in front of the cage she unzipped her
skirt stepped out of it and folded it neatly placing it on one of the
stairs leading out of the cellar and up to the main floor. Rebecca saw
her mother was wearing stockings with a garter belt and not pantyhose as
she assumed everyone did. The white panties underneath the beige garter
straps created a very earthy and in fact dirty display in the eyes of
Rebecca. Rebecca thought her mothers appearance entirely disgusting. She
thought it made her look like some dirty washed up whore.
Not able to remove her panties without undoing her garter straps Mrs.
Jones just pulled them down as far as she cold before lifting her right
high heeled mule onto the top of the cage and emitted a stream of urine
all over Rebecca's head and hair.
As the stream of pee splashed in all directions even coming back to
cover her own stocking clad legs, a feeling of great satisfaction
enveloped Mrs. Jones. She had created her daughter from nothing and
given her 15 of the best years any kid could ask for, now she was grown
up and it
was time to pay mother back.
FIRST NIGHT
Mrs. Jones found a clump of her daughters hair that had avoided getting
soaked and pulled it up through the bars to wipe her dripping cunt, a
cunt not just wet from urine but also her sexual secretions. Instead of
letting it go when she had finished Mrs. Jones thought it would add a
little extra touch to Rebecca's first might in the cage if she tied it
around one of the upper bars of the cage forcing her head up and back.
It would ensure Beck had a good look at her as she climbed the basement
stairs on her way out.
"I want you to know how good that felt darling, I've been waiting for so
long to do that, to mark you as my property. Get used to it. It will be
among the least of your indignities."
Mrs. Jones didn't even bother pulling up her panties when she took her
leg off the cage and walked up the steps, her ass seemingly underlined
by the scrunched up undergarment.
"Good night, sleep tight."
She turned out the single light and shut the door, leaving Rebecca in
complete darkness.
For the attractive and vivacious young lady this was definitely turning
into the worst night of her life. Her mother had gone completely insane,
more then insane in fact and she was the victim. Rebecca would have felt
better if this was being done by some stranger, at least she wouldn't be
feeling the hurt of her mother's betrayal. The hurt of her own mother
doing this to her was more painful then the beating she had taken. Her
emotional distress combined with the stench of her mothers urine soon
had her throwing up her dinner to the accompaniment of a constant stream
of her crying and tears.
Upstairs the atmosphere was completely different. Darcey Jones had
strong lesbian and sadistic fantasies since entering puberty, but
fearing she would to humiliated if she ever let anyone know, these
feelings were kept completely hidden from anyone else's view. Then a
couple of years ago she entered the world of cyber space. Here she
discovered that she wasn't alone at all in having such feelings and was
able to find other ladies very similar in their tastes to her. She began
feeling less like a freak and more like victim of unfair public
attitudes. Instead of fighting her feelings she started to accept them,
even revel in them. Many a night was spent with her hand playing with
her pussy as she fantasized scenes of outrageous debauchery with other
women in the roughest and crudest of sessions. She had even written and
posted stories on line and received glowing compliments for them. When
her relationship with her husband fell apart and the opportunity
presented itself to have her Rebecca seem to move out of town with her
father Darcey felt it was the best chance to make her fantasies turn
into reality. She could make Becky her sex slave.
Darcey was only 32 years old herself, having married very young, and
when nicely made up her appearance was nothing short of stunning. She
was 5' 10 ˝" tall in her nylons , with hair not so much blonde as it was
light brown. She had blue eyes, wide mouth with full lips and
beautifully medium nose, her head was oval with a strong but not
prominent jaw, her smile bright. Each feature was attractive in its own
right but together they formed a face men would die for. Her problem was
that she no longer felt any use for or need of any man, at least
sexually speaking.
When she was back upstairs Darcey went into her bedroom and shed the
rest of her cloths. She had always wanted to be able to walk around her
home naked. She had even insisted on putting in a tall privacy fence
around the yard hoping that one day she could be nude outside as well.
She had repressed her sexuality for so long that being nude sent a rush
of sensation up her spine. She clenched her legs tight as she emitted a
shiver in response to the sensation. She knew she was now in this
adventure up to her neck and she may as well play it out to the fullest.
The tug on her chest felt so good as her heavy breasts, released from
the brassier, responded to the pull of gravity. Her daughter was large
in that area as well but not as gifted yet as her mother and her 38
double D's. Their weight pulled Darcey's shoulders forward slightly. She
made a mental note to join a health club to build up her muscles a bit
more.
Her Dark nipples and areolas clearly signaled that she had born children
but the colour just made her tits that much more attractive. Firm as
they were the milk sacs hung just slightly above the bottom of her
ribcage, nipples pointing upwards as if defiant.
Her ex husband, Carl was just clue less when it had come to appreciating
her charms. Darcey gazed at herself in the hallway mirror. She liked the
reflection. She liked everything that she saw from her long curly hair
that hung down to her shoulder blades, to her magnificent breasts,
narrow waist, full hips and long legs that ended with a set monkey like
toes. How lucky her daughter would be to serve and worship this body,
she though, though it would probably take some time for her to come to
realize it.
Darcey remembered her own fantasies as a teenager of both dominating and
being dominated. She had imagined, many times while lying in bed, how it
would be wonderful to be a sex slave, to be born to beautiful parents
that would give her the type of attention and stimulation that only a
real sex slave could get. She could just taste the beatings and bondage,
being constantly watched just so that she would be caught in some minor
transgression and be punished for it. She magined having to do all the
drudge work around the house while her parents would be completely idle
relishing a life in which they never had to lift a finger if they didn't
wish to. She imagined being kept in a cage when she wasn't working and
having to share the food and water dish with the family dog, a big black
Labrador Retriever. Rebecca was her spawn, surely she must have similar
fantasies, they were so common on the Internet and were almost certainly
genetic. However even if her daughter didn't share these fantasies it
didn't much matter. It would only make her training more challenging and
eventually Darcey knew that Becky would come around.
Her cunt now more slick with cunt slime then ever Mrs. Darcey Jones
tried to calm herself enough so that she could fall asleep. There would
be so much to do tomorrow and she wanted to get an early start. She
prepared herself an herbal tea and took it into her bedroom with her.
Before lying down in the big canopy bed she turned on the monitor that
rested on top of the bureau in front of the bed. It broadcast her
daughters image using a hidden infra red camera. She could hear the sobs
picked up by the microphones built into the cage. Darcey's hand began
rubbing her clit harder and harder.
Surely Heaven couldn't be any better then this.
It was somehow appropriate that Mrs. Jones was now upstairs and in
Heaven while down below in the basement her daughter had moved from
purgatory into Hell.
The pain in her neck and spine continued to get worse with every passing
minute, For the moment it was this pain that she was focusing on. She
cursed her mother for doing this to her. The cage would have been bad
enough without the extra restraints especially the hair tie. It would be
another hour before the skin underneath her restraints would begin to
grow raw. The restraints would continue to infiltrate her awareness at
an increasing rate with each passing hour. As her back grew more tired
Rebecca's wrists would bear more of her body weight. This would increase
the slow abrasion of the skin till her wrists and knees would even begin
to bleed. Being caged with plain leather restraints would become a
privilege that she would work hard to obtain and keep. Being caged with
no restraints at all would become a reward she would get only rarely and
usually just one night at a time.
There was a curtain of hair hanging over Rebecca's face the Mrs. Jones
had not tied. It was mostly the hair that was soaked by her mother's
piss, now it was also coated with Rebecca's vomit and keeping her
stomach churning in disgust. Rebecca had not relieved her bladder in 6
hours and knew that would happen very soon and she would be powerless to
stop it. The floor of the cage was shaped like a baking sheet with a 2"
rim around the entire perimeter. Soon she would be adding her own urine
to the puddle left by her her mother on the cage floor.
Rebecca began hating her own tits because of all the additional strain
they put on her back. Beck though any man would find the position easier
to bear then she did as they didn't have all that additional weight
hanging from their chest. It felt like the big milk glands weight 50
pounds each.
36C at her age was not a number to sneeze at and she always thought that
eventually shy would outgrow her mother. She had thought her mother had
the best tits in the world from the time she had let her take a shower
together. Now the thought of her mothers old, sagging tits disgusted her
as much as the piss and vomit in her hair. Equally sickening had been
the sight of her mother's oversized cunt. It looked so loose with her
brown inner lips hung down well below her vulva. She had never seen such
darkly coloured inner lips, it had to be another consequence of her age.
Only an old hag could have a cunt that looked like that, as though it
had been through a fucking war and every soldier had entered it. It was
also the hairiest snatch that she had ever seen, obviously was never
trimmed. She could at least shave around her ass hole because even that
peaked out from behind a forest of long, disgusting, hairs. Rebecca felt
sorry that her father had put up with such an pussy for so long and now
wondered if that had been the real reason he had left. She wouldn't
blame him if it was. Beauty is such a subjective thing.
Not able to retain it any longer, a stream of piss erupted from her
pussy hitting the sheet metal floor and creating a loud drumming that
Rebecca just knew could be heard upstairs. She was right, but not in the
direct way that she thought.
Mother dearest picked it up from her surveillance equipment. She'd been
waiting for that sound, the sound of running water that she found both
soothing and erotic at the same time. A sound that represented the
enormous change in Rebecca's life. No longer would her mind reach out
for the great pursuits of the human intellect but instead it would
revolve around the most basic of physiological functions, eating,
excreting, avoidance of pain and sexual gratification. Darcey Jones was
envious of her daughters release from the complexities and hypocrisies
of human society. She would be freed of all thought and decision making
and left free to concentrate on the purely physical aspects of blind
obedience.
Rebecca's mind hadn't learned to blank itself out yet.
Rebecca wasn't used to being naked yet. Whenever the pain would abate a
little she would notice her nakedness. It wasn't just humiliating to her
but it also made her feel very vulnerable. She had more protection when
pulled from her mothers crotch as a new born then she did now.
The pain didn't give her much time to spend dwelling on her nakedness.
The strain had increased to the point where Becky began to shake. She
felt nauseous again, this time from fear in combination with her mothers
nasty stench. She could actually distinguish between the smell of her
pee and her vaginal secretions.
With the light turned off the basement was always in total darkness.
Rebecca had no way to tell the passage of time except for the faint
noise she could pick up if anyone was walking around upstairs, and this
was mostly just the creak of the floor boards. She hadn't yet heard any
other sounds of life not even the drone of a television set or radio.
Her body was now exhausted but the only way she could relax was by
putting more strain on her neck and letting her hair take more of the
load. This was a painful and unsatisfactory solution. Desperate for
relief Becky started to yell begging for help and mercy keeping it up
for the better part of an hour. Mrs. Jones had to turn down the volume
on her monitor. After that the cries stetted down to sobs and moans.
She had no energy left for anything more.
With the additional help of large snifter of brandy Mrs. Darcey Jones
was finally able to fall asleep.
 



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