Note: Warning: this story includes graphic non consensual sex as well as erotic use of the word rape, and sexual domination. It's not for the faint of heart and if it's going to disturb you, please just walk away.

Chapter 9

Cora returned with food, leaving Regina tied while she meticulously fed her little girl pancakes bite by bite. Regina flinched when a drop of syrup hit the very tip of one nipple, but Cora only tsked and set the tray aside. "Messy, messy, little girl," she drawled, mouth turning up. "We'll have to do something about that."

Regina's eyes widened and she swallowed hard, half expecting a spanking. Her mother could be very particular about neatness. Her cunt clenched, clamping down on the cock still buried halfway inside of her and sending hard tremors through her. "Mama," she gasped.

Cora's gaze sharpened, and she uttered a warning. "What did I tell you?"

Regina froze for a moment, panicked, her brain almost too overloaded to summon the memory. "M-Mommy?" she finally stammered as she seized on the only thing she could think of. Her pulse settled as she earned an approving smile.

"Good girl." Cora rubbed her thumb over the dollop of syrup, then washed it away with her tongue. "That got some of it, but I need my little girl cleaner than that today." Holding Regina's gaze, she leaned forward.

Regina moaned, then whimpered as a rough tongue swept around her swollen nipple. The caress was soft, wet, warm with none of her mother's usual demanding roughness. She delivered several long swipes, keeping at it until Regina was arching into the contact and moaning softly.

"That's better," Cora chuckled and straightened, smiling at the tiny grunt of need her little girl let out. "But..." Her eyes dropped lower, falling on the way the blankets mounded around the dildo slowly working its way out of her little girl's body. "It looks like somebody's trying to make an escape," she teased, then leaned forward again. Holding Regina's gaze, she slipped a hand under the blankets, moving lower until she found the end and pushed it deep again. "Now back to breakfast," she said and retrieved the tray to continue feeding Regina.

She left the dildo the in whole time while her little girl's cunt throbbed and pulsed around it. Meanwhile, three more drops of sweet syrup splashed onto taut breasts and received the same treatment as the first, a soft, slow swipe of the tongue to clean up the mess. When she was done, she set the tray aside, taking her time and making her little girl wait.

"Mommy," Regina finally whined.

Enjoying her surrender, Cora reached out to skim the blankets back, laughing softly when the movement jostled the dildo firmly enough to make Regina cry out. "You're such a horny, little cunt," she said affectionately. She smiled her approval. "And horny, little cunts deserve to be rewarded, don't they?"

Regina nodded hopefully. "Yes, Mommy," she whimpered.

"Good girl," Cora praised. "Mommy's so proud of her horny, little cunt." She pronounced each word pointedly, enjoying the way Regina's pupils expanded with each repetition. Her little girl was so predictable. The right words always excited her almost as much as physical contact. "We're going to have so much fun today." She wrapped her fingers around the dildo, feeling how slick it was. It wasn't a very thick model and she aligned her fingers along the length, then plunged them in with the dildo.

Regina almost screamed as her body was invaded with a hard, deep stroke that took the dildo and her mother's fingers in to the knuckles.

"Such a beautiful...tight...wanton fuck toy, my little girl is." Cora pulled the toy almost free and shoved deep again, rotating her hand on the instroke to thoroughly coat her fingers in thick moisture. "And so wet," she added and slipped free. "Now for your dessert." She held her fingers out. "Taste yourself, love, how sweet and sexy your cunt is."

Darting her tongue out, Regina dragged it along the length of the fingers offered, tasting the intensity of her own arousal, then moaning as the scent and flavor of sex filled her senses, making her body ache with the need for more.

"That's right," Cora encouraged her. "Clean my fingers like a good little girl." She petted dark hair with her other hand, stroking silky curls as she turned her hand this way and that for Regina to clean. "Nothing like the taste of pure, fresh cunt in the morning," she gloated. "It's getting you all horny again, isn't it?"

Regina's first impulse was to deny it. She'd spent so many years trying not to feel all the ways she knew she wasn't supposed to, trying not to enjoy the way her mama fucked her or the way she came every time. She'd fought her mother, but more than that, she'd fought her own body every step of the way.

Only Cora knew how to do so many things that felt so good, something her pussy reminded her of with every throbbing pulse, and her breasts made clear with every tingle caused by the cool air moving over saliva dampened nipples. It wasn't like she even had a choice, she reminded herself. She was trussed up until any show of defiance was a waste of time. The only reason to even consider it was to make Cora fuck her that much harder, which she would have denied she'd ever done, except she always pushed it when that was the punishment. But this time it would be a lonely, cold bed, and god only knew how long it would stay that way.

And Regina wasn't sure she could stand that. Besides, it could be just this one time. She could always resist again tomorrow.

"Answer the question," Cora commanded. "Or I'll walk out of this room and leave you like this."

Regina broke. "Yes, Mommy," she whispered between hungry licks. "So horny for you," she confessed in abject surrender. "Use me anyway you want...please...anything," she begged. "But don't leave me like this."

Cora's pupils expanded until there was only the tiniest ring of brown and her lips tipped up in a triumphant smile. "Good girl," she praised. She ruffled Regina's hair gently. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere, not until you've been fucked upside down and sideways." She laughed softly and pulled her hand back. "Now hold still until I tell you to move. I need you to be absolutely obedient today."

"Yes, Mommy," Regina said. Heart hammering in her chest, but perfectly still, she waited while her mother released her wrists, then guided them down. She would have taken a moment to stretch, but Cora didn't give her a chance.

"Sit up," she instructed. "Now lean forward, hands behind your back." She used a pair of padded cuffed to latch Regina's wrists together, then guided her to her feet. "Such a good little fuck toy," she murmured and palmed a warm breast, rolling a tight nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "But a bit sticky," she noted as she felt a bit of honey cling to her palm. "Can't have that, not today." She nipped a slim shoulder. "Today is special." She ran a finger down Regina's throat. "Fuck toys need to be extra clean."

In the bathroom, she had Regina sit on the hamper in one corner while she adjusted the water for a shower. When Cora turned back, she peered at her daughter for a moment, happy to see so much surrender in brown eyes, but also not liking the way her arms were torqued to keep them cuffed. Discomfort that caused arousal was one thing, but she wasn't fond of it for its own sake. "That can't be comfortable," she said at last.

"No, Mommy," Regina admitted. The way her wrists were bound was hard on her shoulders. "But if you think it's best..." she let the words trail off and ducked her head submissively, hoping to please

Cora's gaze sharpened as she tried to decide if the effort was sincere. "I'll consider releasing your wrists, but in return, I need your assurance that you fully intend to obey my every command today." She stroked the length of Regina's back, grabbing her hip in a firm grip at the end of the caress. "That's very important, Regina, because if you agree to this, then fight me in any way, you will not enjoy my response."

Recognizing the serious look in her mother's eyes, Regina froze.

"So understand, if you say yes, it's not just your cunt that is completely mine for the next twenty-four hours, it's your will. You surrender everything and become my willing slave." Cora's mouth turned up in a feral smile. "In return I use your cunt and ass and mouth and every other inch of you like the beautiful, wanton fuck toy you are until you are nothing but my personal puddle of come."

Regina shuddered under the impact of the words and images assaulting her brain.

"I will push every limit and fuck you harder than you have ever been fucked before. I'll be rough and gentle and deep and hard and slow and fast," Cora promised, "and you'll scream and sob and beg for more and probably even beg me to stop, but it will all be my choice. You'll have no control beyond what I allow you, but I promise you, when I'm done, you will be the most fucked out little cunt that ever existed."

A dull scream was torn from Regina as her clit pulsed so violently she almost screamed.

So very predictable, Cora thought with a smirk. "Now what's your choice?" she demanded, her eyes wild. "Will you leave the cuffs on and go on playing like you don't want every kiss and bite and thrust, or will you finally be brave enough to truly surrender control?"

Regina's mouth turned dry as dust in an instant as she stared at her mother, held prisoner by intense brown eyes. "I surrender," she whispered, utterly undone by every obscene word. "Fuck me," she breathed. "Use me."

"All of you without reserve?" Cora demanded, forcing complete submission from her little girl.

A low whine bubbling up from her chest, Regina bent nearly double as another hard throb shook her clit. A moment passed, then she slowly straightened. "All of me," she whispered and leaned back. Then she did something she'd never done before and purposely spread her legs without any prompting. "Look at me," she whispered. "I'm throbbing so hard you can probably see it," she admitted. "Because of you."

Her breathing suddenly rough, Cora leaned closer, staring at her little girl's sex with open hunger. "It's all red, swollen, wet...fuckable." She reached out, running the tip of her index finger round and round her girl's entrance with slow strokes, smiling at the way slick flesh quivered. "You're right, I can see it pulsing." She leaned even closer. "In your little fantasy, you got fucked over and over with no choices...and so you shall be." She settled her hand over her girl's sex, her touch possessive, but gentle. "I'm so proud you were brave enough to let me know what you want." She curled her fingers, running them over silky flesh, sliding, prodding, pinching.

Regina swallowed hard and nodded. In her story she'd had no choices, no say, and no control over the way her body shook and exploded with pleasure. She flushed a deep shade of red, skin hot and almost too sensitive to the touch.

Cora caught Regina's clit, rolling it between two fingers. "I promise, I will push you as hard as possible." She leaned near Regina's ear, her voice dropping to a low rumble. "And you will love every moment."

Regina was still struggling to process the words when her mother straightened and quickly freed her wrists, then settled a hand on her shoulder. "Now we begin," she said and pulled her to her feet.

She pushed Regina under the spray, then slipped off her robe and stepped in behind her. "Brace your hands on the wall under the shower and do not move them without permission," she instructed.

Cora began by carefully washing and conditioning Regina's hair. After that, she coated a bath mitt in expensive, sweet smelling soap before using it to spread the silky suds everywhere. Starting with Regina's chest she massaged and buffed her breasts and belly until stiff nipples stood at attention and Regina was breathing hard. Then she moved on to her shoulders and down her arms, then back up to the nape of her neck.

"I love the curve of your back," Cora mused as she trailed the mitt down the line of Regina's spine. "And your ass is sublime."

Regina shuddered and shook as Cora reached the curve of her ass and pushed the mitt between her legs. Her touch light, she deliberately smoothed it between smooth thighs to stroke the swollen lips of her sex, then on back to polish the tiny, flexing rosette of her anus.

"I swear," Cora continued as if she wasn't discussing her daughter's sexual appeal in the most crass terms. "The most beautiful view in the world is the one I see when I've got a nice big dildo in your ass or your cunt, and I'm fucking you so hard that I can see the way your body expands around it. It's a stunning sight to see the way your back muscles flex while your ass quivers and your thighs ripple." She leaned in to nip Regina's shoulder. "Perfection."

"Mommy," Regina whimpered, pushing back against the firm, scrubbing strokes.

"You're such a responsive slut," Cora drawled and leaned against Regina's back. "Aren't you?" When Regina didn't immediately answer, she spanked her ass sharply. "That wasn't a rhetorical question."

"Yes, Mommy," Regina gasped, her mind racing as she struggled to form a coherent thought in the wake of the rush of heat that slid through her. "All you have to do is look at me or whisper in my ear and I'm..." Her earlier confidence fled and she paused, embarrassment trapping the words in her throat.

Cora spanked her ass sharply enough to dislodge the block. "Continue," she ordered.

"I'm wet and aching," Regina finished on a gasp.

Cora's mouth twisted into a satisfied smile as she rewarded the confession by leaning more firmly into Regina's back and grinding their bodies together. Reaching up, she covered her daughter's hands, pinning them more firmly to the tile as she humped her pelvis into that amazing ass. Regina rarely cursed, particularly not if Cora didn't push her into it. Outside of the bedroom, she was exactly how Cora wanted her, the perfect lady even when mucking out a horse stall. When they were fucking, however, Cora wanted to hear every filthy sentiment, resistance be damned. Time to do something about that. "I'm very proud of the way you showed me your cunt earlier," she whispered in Regina's ear, putting extra emphasis on the last syllable. "It was beautiful seeing it all red and swollen like that...and seeing you proud of it." She trailed her tongue up the length of Regina's neck. "Now tell me something that excites it...some word that makes you hot and wet."

Regina could almost feel her mother's hand hovering near her ass, waiting to deliver another burst of punishment. "Cunt," she whispered thickly. "Just the word cunt is all it takes."

Cora chuckled softly. "But you like it when I tell you all the things I want to do to it? Like it when I tell you I want to lick your cunt, fuck your cunt..."

"Yes," Regina hissed, dragging the word out an extra beat.

Cora slid a hand down to cup her little girl's sex, checking to make sure there was only soft skin and no hair. "You're keeping yourself very smooth," she observed happily. "And soft."

"Trying," Regina groaned, whimpering as Cora squeezed firmly. "I know how particular you are about...about...my...my—" she stammered, her voice fading a little with each syllable until she was barely audible.

"About your cunt," Cora finished impatiently, then softened her expression and voice. "I do like it smooth and soft," she confirmed, then dragged her body against Regina's back, shivering at the frictionless slide of skin on skin. "Now say the word cunt for me, little girl." She nipped again. "Call it what it is, a beautiful, hot, wet, oh so very useable..." She paused, deliberately leaving the sentence for Regina to finish.

"Cunt," Regina groaned.

"Again," Cora commanded, thrusting her body against Regina's to punctuate the order.

"Cunt," Regina repeated. "It's my cunt."

"Better," Cora drawled, eyes glittering as a thought occurred. "Now tell me something you've never admitted before about that beautiful cunt of yours...something that makes it throb and ache."

Swallowing hard, Regina froze, paralyzed by the demand until Cora cleared her throat, the sound soft and threatening. It was a reminder that there were rules to this day and Regina's usual defiance would not be tolerated. She already knew the answer, but saying it? That was going to be difficult. "The other day, when you were making me wait," she began at last, her head down, eyes tightly closed, "I was so frustrated and desperate...and I...I was going a little crazy..."

Cora stilled, sensing she had a better chance of hearing something interesting if she gave her baby a bit of time and space even if it wasn't her normal tactic.

"I was outside, desperate, knowing you might be listening and..." Regina finally confessed. "I was so frustrated," she said again.

"And?" Cora prompted after a long moment had passed.

"I talked to you hoping you'd hear," she admitted, her voice tortured enough that Cora knew instantly she wasn't getting the entire story. "I begged you to use me...fuck me...shred my...my cunt..."

"Finish, my dear," Cora commanded when her daughter didn't immediately continue.

Hemmed in, Regina couldn't avoid it any longer. "I begged you to rape it—my cunt—hard and deep," she burst out even as the confession sent a harsh convulsion through her groin.

Cora barely resisted the urge to chuckle. "Really?" she murmured and tangled a hand in thick hair to drag Regina's head back. "So which word really revved your motor?" She bit her ear softly. "Was it shred?" she taunted.

Regina wanted to lie, pretend it was anything else, but she knew it wouldn't work. Cora already knew the answer. Cora always knew. Her stomach curling with a dangerous mix of shame and arousal, she whispered, "Rape." She made no effort to resist when Cora pulled her head back even farther and began nibbling on the side of her neck.

"More."

"It excited me so much," Regina surrendered the last little bit of her secret.

A rush of pure pleasure slid through Cora at the admission. "You are so delightfully fucked up, my dear," she said, her tone making it a compliment. "It's one of the reasons I love you so."

"I didn't mean..." Regina's voice shook as she felt the need to explain only to find she didn't know how to explain the eroticism of the word or the way it made her spasm with arousal. "I don't really want..."

"Of course not," Cora dismissed the idea. "No one wants that kind of real hurt." She flattened her palm over Regina's stomach, pulling their bodies together. "And you know that as hard as I might push you, I would never hurt you like that," she said, speaking more softly that Regina expected, her voice oddly tender. "There no shame in the way it excites you to be mine," She nuzzled the back of Regina's neck. "Nor in being aroused by the games we play." She kicked Regina's feet farther apart and reached around to cup her sex. "I know I find every word you've said sexy as hell," she growled possessively as she nuzzled her neck. "Now tell me the rest—every single word," she ground out, one syllable at a time.

Regina swallowed hard as she struggled to remember everything she'd uttered in those moments of desperation. "Please, Mama," she said at last, "use your fist on my cunt. Use it...fuck it...shred it...rape it hard and deep," she repeated the word she'd uttered that had aroused her until she could barely breathe.

"There's more," Cora said with absolute certainty. "Say it."

Regina moaned as her body throbbed so hard it was a wonder it didn't turn itself inside out. She leaned harder against the tile, and squeezed her eyes shut. "Fuck me, Mama," she repeated the desperate plea. "Rape my cunt, my ass...please."

Cora could barely breathe. "I will, my love," she murmured and dragged her tongue along a slender shoulder. "I will." Snapping the shower off, she pulled Regina away from the shower and grabbed a thick, fluffy towel and wrapped it around her daughter, patting damp skin and tousling dripping hair. When she finished, she leaned back peer at Regina for a long moment before proclaiming, "Beautiful." She trailed a fingertip down the center of her torso. "Now get on the bed...on your knees, hands on the footboard." She gave Regina a gentle shove in the right direction. "I need to get a few things, and then we'll have some fun."

For once, Regina didn't consider disobeying, just climbed onto the mattress and assumed the position, hands braced on the padded footboard, spine arched, knees spread.

The throbbing between her legs was so intense, her eyes rolled back in her head.

As she returned, Cora laid several things on the mattress, then moved Regina's hands to new positions that allowed for a better grip. "Hold on tight," she instructed and ran a finger along Regina's jawline. "I'll be very unhappy if you let go." Then she retrieved a black sleep mask from the things she'd brought. "You'll be wearing this." She reached up to slip it on over Regina's head. "I want your full attention on what this is going to feel like." She spanked Regina's ass lightly, then dragged her thighs farther apart before taking a moment to settle the mask more securely, making certain no light slipped through. "Do not try to peek through it.

Suddenly intensely aware of every sound and sensation, Regina gripped the footboard more tightly, listening closely to counteract the blindness. Muscles quivering, she heard the soft pad of footsteps, then tiny rattles and rasps. Leather straps and steel buckles. A soft sight, then liquid squelching sounds.

A shiver slid over her skin and she squeezed her eyes shut as she waited.

"This will feel cold at first," Cora told her.

More wet sounds followed before she felr a hand slip between her thighs to spread something slick and cool in thick layers. Her breath caught as her pulse accelerated at the wickedly pleasurable sensation. A shiver slid over her skin, every touch all the more intense for the blindness.

"But it will warm up. It just takes a bit," Cora murmured. "In the meantime, enjoy," she chuckled. Her hand left for a moment, then returned with even more thick lubricant. Alternately squeezing and rubbing, she slicked it everywhere, then pushed it inside. Stiff and sharply cool at first, it quickly warmed, slipping easily into every nook and cranny. "You're cunt's already squeezing my fingers," she chuckled. More lube followed along with hard, kneading strokes that left Regina breathing hard.

Her head swirling, body trembling, Regina clung more tightly, muscles rippling across her back and shoulders. She felt the mattress shift as Cora climbed up behind her, then the harsh grip of hands on her hips. "This will be the biggest cock you've ever taken," Cora whispered near her ear. "It won't be easy," she warned, then pushed two fingers inside. "Because this is going to be the hardest fuck of your life."

Regina whimpered, ducking her head as a hard shudder shook her from head to toe.

"Just like you want it." Then the dildo skimmed through the channel between her thighs running over and bumping her clit with rough strokes.

It was huge, she realized with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Then the blunt tip found her entrance and Cora used her hand to square it up before pressing more firmly. "Hold on tight," she bit out, then began to push.

"God," Regina groaned as she was inexorably invaded, her pussy forced open by the monster of a cock that fit so tightly she could feel every ridge as her cunt was spread wide to accommodate the massive girth.

Cora pulled back a bit, then gave another firm thrust. "Such a beautiful cunt," she praised briefly retreating before giving another forceful thrust. "You should see how it looks impaled by this goliath." She chuckled softly. "It's purple–your favorite color." More slow thrusts followed, each one gaining a little more ground.

Then Cora's hands tightened almost painfully on her hips and Regina knew what was coming.

This time the thrust was hard, forcing Regina's pussy wide and pushing through any resistance offered by flexing inner muscles. "Time to rape this cunt like I promised," Cora growled.

A desperate whine on her lips, Regina braced herself while her teeth chattered and her eyes rolled back in her head.

"You've taken half," a raw snarl echoed in her ears as hard hands pinned her in place and warm breasts scraped against her back.

Regina's cunt pulsed and flexed, pushing back against the invading cock as it was forced deeper, the battle intense enough to send flashfires of sensation sparking over already overstressed nerve endings. "Fuck," she gasped as a hard shudder shook her and she instinctively arched away from the rough intrusion.

"No," Cora growled in her ear and hauled her back, slamming their bodies together before pulling out enough to gain a bit of momentum when she pushed in again. Still gripping her hip with one hand, Cora grabbed her hair with the other, tangling her fingers in the thick mass and using it like impromptu reins. Then she slammed the cock deep, grinding through any remaining resistance and not stopping until she bottomed out.

"Mommy!" Regina cried out even as she fought to spread her thighs even wider, desperately trying to make more room for the stiff bar taking over her cunt. Her body was on fire, her brain close to shorting out from sensation, and she was painfully aware of every inch, and every ridge and hollow of the cock that now owned her cunt.

Then Cora froze, her very stillness coupled with blindness ramping up Regina's awareness of a dozen details she would have otherwise overlooked. She felt her mother's torso stretched the full length of her back, a horsewoman's thighs pushing her legs apart, smooth skin made slick with sweat, ridges of quivering muscle contrasted with soft breasts, the clutch of strong hands. They were both breathing hard, each gasp done in matching rhythm.

Her clit quivered in response to the myriad of incoming signals while muscles rippled up and down the length of the silicone cudgel lodged inside her.

"All in," Cora panted at last, her voice so rough as to be unrecognizable. Tightening her hold, she slowly pulled back, the move dragging her torso against Regina's back in an erotic slide of flesh on flesh. "Now welcome to the hardest fuck you've ever had," she rasped, the low growl harsher than Regina had ever heard her mother's voice, it was nearly as rough and raw as the thrusts that followed.

It was a wild, merciless, animal copulation of body on body hammering that sent electric shocks arcing through Regina with every hard impact. Sobbing her pleasure, every nerve ending on fire, she held on to the bolster desperately, instinctively pushing back against the body mastering her own. "Fuck me," she panted over and over, the words a desperate, primal plea.

Her mother obliged, pounding into her with a rough physicality that hit an all new intensity even for them. At first, she slammed deep with every thrust, grinding the base of the strap-on into Regina's ass and pussy, then pulling most of the way out before hammering in again.

"Just a cunt..." she growled when Regina's body started twitching randomly with the precursors to orgasm, "my pretty little cunt to fuck."

"Yesss," Regina hissed, clinging more tightly to the bolster in an effort to brace herself better and intensify each impact of their bodies.

Then Cora slowed the rhythm, going deep and wrapping her arms tightly around Regina's body. She got a grip of a full breast, then shoved a hand between quivering thighs, fingers finding Regina's clit with mauling caresses.

"Fuck me," Regina pleaded.

"Say it," Cora commanded near her ear, her voice soft and silky and somehow simultaneously teasing and threatening. "Say the word you really want to hear."

Teeth gritted, Regina strained against the arms containing her so tightly only to gasp sharply as the cock pulled back a bit, then hammered in, the stroke shorter, but no weaker. "Rape me," she groaned in abject surrender. "Rape my cunt as hard as you can." Just saying the words sent her spiraling dangerously close to orgasm.

Laughing softly, Cora whispered in her ear, "As you wish, my dear."

A moment of utter stillness passed and Regina found herself held even more tightly until she was snugged firmly against the body covering hers, then Cora's hips jacked back, then hammered forward again. She could feel the flex and play all up and down her back as her mama launched in a fast driving flurry of short, hard strokes that quickly left them both drenched in sweat and gasping.

Her hips rocking out of her own control, Regina heard a pleading whine bubbling up from her own chest even as the pressure in her sex spun tighter.

Her orgasm felt as though it could wash over her at any second and at the same time, it seemed like it might never happen.

So close she could barely breathe, she tightened her grip on the bolster as her muscles started locking up. She was utterly lost in sensation and well past thought when she felt a hand at her temple. "Mommy," Regina whimpered desperately.

"Mommy's here, dear," Cora assured her.

Suddenly, the sleep mask was torn away and Regina found herself face to face with her mother.

"Now come for me," Cora commanded in the same moment, her voice hard. Eyes wild, she cupped Regina's face in her hands and pushed forward, claiming her lips in a raw mating of their mouths.

It took Regina an extra moment to register that it couldn't possibly be her mother fucking her. Her mother was standing in front of her.

Then Regina's orgasm started rolling through her and Cora's tongue was demanding entrance and she lost all control. Pleasure wrenched through her sex and flared outward in hard, pulsing waves that wrenched every muscle. A sharp cry escaped her lips and she heard the satisfied sound her mother made as she drank it in.

Regina was utterly lost, a desperate creature tossed about like so much sexual flotsam, a cunt, her mother's fuck toy, a puddle of come.

In short, she was utterly and completely Cora's to do with as she would, at least as long as she was out of control and humping wildly into the invader buried in her cunt.

No.

No, no, no. She didn't have to be that.

Cora felt her tense and grabbed for her wrists, pinning them down and ordering, "She's fighting," she hissed.

Growling, Regina bucked her hips trying to unseat the body fucking her, but her wild gyrations only made the jackhammer rhythm that much more intense, setting off fresh sparks of pleasure throughout her sex.

Cora saw Regina's problem instantly. She shifted enough to pin both wrists with one arm and wrapped the other around Regina's shoulders, knowing they only had to hold her long enough for her to defeat herself. "She'll settle," she told Mal. "Just fuck her through it."

"No." Regina tried to twist free, but pinned between them and buffeted by a fresh round of quick, hard thrusts, she had no chance, especially not with her own body betraying her with thick, cresting waves of raw pleasure.

"Don't fight it, baby." Despite everything, Cora was perversely gentle. "It's just Mal. You've known her most of your life..." She nuzzled Regina's temple, and rubbed her back.

Mal Draconis. Of course, Regina realized in a rush. The owner of nearby Aurora Horse Breeders was the closest thing Cora had to a friend and she was infamous in town because she could ride, brawl, drink, and apparently fuck as hard as any man. That was the rough voice she'd assumed was her mother breathing hard. Angry at the betrayal, she bucked and strained, but muscular arms clamped down while hard hips slammed into her that much harder.

"No, you don't, pretty girl." Mal was every bit as strong as Regina, four inches taller and known to brag that she'd never been thrown. She dragged her tongue over Regina's upper back and flexed her hips. "We're still breaking you in just like any good pony, with raw muscle and a lot of love." She thrust hard enough to rock Regina's entire body and draw a soft cry. "When we're done you'll love the saddle."

Regina moaned a curse and Cora petted her hair, her touch contrastingly gentle.

"Just let go," Cora commanded. "You know you want to. I heard every word you said when you were in the backyard." Her gaze softened. "Then I read your story and I knew what you need..."

"No," Regina insisted, but Cora just tutted.

"Yes, dear. Think of the things you told me...and how hard you came just now..."

A hard shiver shook Regina as a fresh wave of pulsations tore through her cunt.

"How hard you're still coming," Cora corrected herself with a soft chuckle." She kissed Regina's cheek. "You need this..."

"No, I..."

"You need this, dear."

"But..."

Cora caught hold of Regina's hair and tugged her head up. "I've always been too soft where you're concerned," she admitted. "But Mal? She knows how to break a wild pony without losing them. I knew she could break you just as well." She ducked her head, reclaiming Regina's mouth with slow demanding kisses. "And she's wanted to fuck you since you were fifteen."

Mal gave an extra firm push with the dildo.

"Gently," Cora chastised before she kissed Regina again, her lips gently coaxing. "She's all soft and tenderized now." She kissed her little girl's cheek, the tip of her nose, her forehead, brushing kisses everywhere before finding soft lips again.

Regina shivered, nowhere near strong enough to hold back from the silky, exploring kisses, especially when the rhythm in her cunt slowed to match her mother's lips and the grip on her hips eased into soft, massaging strokes.

"I'm going to release your hands now," Cora informed her daughter, the look in her eyes commanding and seductive enough that Regina couldn't look away. "You're not going to resist any more, are you?"

"I...I..."

"You agreed to trust me completely. No limits and no rules, except mine," Cora reminded her. She freed Regina's arms and stepped back. "You need to keep up your end of the bargain."

Regina knew her mother well enough to hear the warning note in her tone. She froze, trapped between the her mother's gaze, Mal's body, and the plastic cock slowly drilling in and out of her pussy.

Mouth twisting into a wicked smile, Cora nodded confidently. She had her. Still smiling, she paced around to the side of the bed.

Regina made one last, desperate play for freedom, bucking wildly and pushing at the hands that reach for her. The effort was doomed to failure. Mal simply tightened her hold, hauling her upright to make room and Cora slipped onto the mattress, easing into place between Regina and the footboard, her back braced against the padded panels, feet pressed into the mattress on either side of Regina's knees.

"Come back to me, baby," Cora murmured and reached out, hands fitting to Regina's ribs, knees parting to make space. She grinned as Mal lowered Regina back down into her arms. "Come for me."

A whimpery cry escaped Regina's lips and her body trembled anew as she was forced to drape her arms around her mother's shoulders to keep from ploughing face first into the mattress. It pushed their bodies together, soft breasts pillowed on each other, stiff nipples dueling, while the cock buried to the hilt in her cunt slowly began to move again, pumping in and out in a lazy rhythm.

Cora wrapped Regina up in a demanding hold and hooked her calves around her thighs. "I'm here." She stole a fresh kiss. "Now hold onto Mommy, because I have a fantasy of my own."

Regina nodded, accepting the news even as tiny shocks sparked through her cunt bringing it back to post coital life.

"You come so beautifully when my tongue is on your clit or inside you," Cora sighed. "You quiver and quake and make the most amazing sounds." She kissed Regina again, catching her lower lip between her teeth and nibbling. "For the longest time, I've longed to see your expressions when you're riding my tongue. The cameras just don't do it justice." She looked past Regina. "Mal, however..." Her voice faded and she nodded to Mal. "It's time."

Regina tensed.

"Shhh," Cora soothed, stroking her cheek with gentle touches. "You're going to enjoy this. I promise."

"You always say that."

"And you always enjoy in the end," Cora taunted. "Have I ever failed to make you come?"

A deep flush colored Regina's cheeks. "No," she mumbled, the admission torn from her. She heard a soft chuckle behind her, then the huge silicone cock was pulled free of her body and soft kisses trailed down her spine.

"You're mine," Cora whispered between silky-soft kisses. "Never forget that." She nibbled on the point of her daughter's chin. "And I will always take care of you." More kisses followed as she toyed with full breasts, squeezing, then rolling taut nipples between her fingers. "And sometimes there's nothing finer than sharing your toys."

As if on cue, strong hands found the firm globes of Regina's ass, molding and squeezing with firm strokes. She didn't have it in her to fight when muscular thighs pushed her legs farther apart or when a wet tongue slid into the space between her buttocks, tickling her anus, then stroking deeper.

"Oh, god," she hissed, half afraid Mal would be as rough with her tongue as she'd been with the dildo, but Mal she as gentle as a lamb. Just barely making contact at first, she tickled Regina's entrance with the very tip of her tongue, swirling it around, the pushing it just inside. The tiny caresses led to long strokes with the flat of her tongue right over Regina's clit. Soon, she was shuddering and whining with every slow pass.

"So beautiful," Cora breathed, stroking dark hair and holding her little girl as she watched her closely. "Mal knows how to treat a girl's cunt just right." She pinched Regina's nipple hard enough to make sure she understood an answer was expected. "Doesn't she?"

"Yes." Regina let out a high pitched whine that Cora drank in as she claimed Regina's mouth as her own. and her breath caught, then grew increasingly strained as Mal pushed deeper, her tongue warm and wet and as tender as the fake cock had been harsh. Somehow she managed to match the speed and tempo of Cora's kisses so perfectly that it was like her mother had found a way to make love to her mouth and cunt and the same time.

"How is she?" Cora asked her old friend. "As good as you've fantasized all these years?"

Mal broke contact to press a soft kiss to her ass. "Exquisite," she exhaled.

Regina shivered as Mal's breath played over her dripping sex, then the blonde pressed back into her cunt, tongue lapping everywhere between tiny bites and nibbles. Seeing the way her mother's eyes gleamed with excitement, she rocked with the slow strokes, pushing Mal's tongue deeper, and opening herself up. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked. She wondered how Cora would handle her own possessiveness.

"Yes," Cora hissed, though something wild showed in her eyes as she saw her little girl push into the skilled oral caresses. She tightened her hold on dark hair, holding Regina still as studied her shifting expressions.

"Really?" Regina challenged.

Cora clenched her jaw, almost glaring. "I may have to spank that ass of yours," she admitted and hauled Regina closer. "To punish you for enjoying it so much." Her mouth was rough, even more demanding than usual, and she growled softly as she tasted her daughter's soft gasp and saw the way black pupils expanded until there was no color left. She framed her face with her hands. "But right now, I want to watch you come undone by the mouth on your cunt." She snatched a fast kiss, then demanded, "Is her tongue on your clit?"

"Yes," Regina hissed as Mal's rough tongue swept around her clit.

"Feel good?"

"Yesss." Regina's hips jerked and her eyes snapped closed, the sensations nearly too much for her to bear.

Cora shook her by the hair to get her attention. "Look at me."

Regina's eyes blinked open. "Mommy," she whispered.

"Tell me everything...what she's doing...what it feels like."

"Good." Regina's voice cracked mid word. "It feels so good." Her head would have dropped forward if not for the tight fist in her hair. "Her tongue's on my clit, going around..." Her voice rose in a squeak and shook. "Now she's nibbling...and sucking..." Her breath caught, turning rough and unsteady. "My clit's so tight...swollen...throbbing..." She forced out a sharp breath. "She's sucking on it...knows exactly how." She dragged in a breath, then let out another harsh gasp. "Oh, Mommy, she's raping my clit with her tongue...just like you wanted her to."

"That's right, baby," Cora growled, holding Regina's head steady to stare into her eyes. "Just like I wanted her to...just like it's me down there tongue fucking that beautiful cunt of yours."

"Yes," Regina gasped.

"It's me giving you that orgasm that's building," Cora ground out, her gaze hypnotic. "No matter whose tongue is touching you, every bit of pleasure you feel is because of me."

"Yes." Regina's hips rocked out of control into Mal's tongue, humping back at her with desperate strength. "Fuck me, Mommy."

"That's right. It's me fucking you. It's always me," Cora snarled. "And it will always be me."

Regina hunched her hips hard, every movement increasingly desperate as her cunt clamped down and convulsed under Mal's eager tongue. "Yes, Mommy." She mewled low in her throat, the sound broken and frantic. "Always you."

Cora smiled her triumph. "Now make me proud and come for me you beautiful little slut. Come with her tongue on your clit, so I can compare the sight with the hundreds of other orgasms I've given you."

Orgasm breaking over her like a tidal wave, Regina screamed, the sound almost instantly swallowed up by Cora's mouth. Dark eyes remained open, taking in every detail, absorbing it all, watching, owning, fucking even if it wasn't her actual tongue on Regina's body.

Regina's sex convulsed, clamping tight and flowering open at the same time a hard. Another shattering pulse send hot liquid down her inner thighs. Her mother was staring into her eyes, willing her to come even harder.

"My beautiful, little cunt," Cora hissed.

Regina convulsed again, the spasm hard enough to shake her entire body.

"Harder," Cora demanded and even though it was Mal's tongue on Regina's cunt, it was Cora's will that made her body shudder yet again in an orgasm within an orgasm that acted like a fist tightening deep inside her body.

Her cunt convulsed, seeming to turn itself inside out, and she screamed again.

The pleasure utterly overwhelming her senses, Regina fell into her mother's arm as the world faded away.