Rapacious Hunger Ch

Several weeks had passed since Dominick and Suzette had become "very" intimate again. Her alongside his two daughters that is... "Just a few more things to go into the car." Dominick said to his two daughters Emily and Sabrina. Dominick's work was sending him on an overseas business trip that would take him away from home for two weeks in order to secure a major new partnership with his company. Per his wife Suzette's instruction, his daughters were assisting him in packing up the car with the needed luggage for the trip.

Seeing Emily return inside the house for the last suitcase, Sabrina approached her father with amorous intention. A quick kiss on the cheek from her got Dominick's attention. "Any chance you'll get me a precious souvenir for your future wife when you get back? A nice sunhat, or maybe...a special kind of ring?" Sabrina mused seductively, still hinting to him her long-term intentions of matrimony. Dominick knew not to indulge her too much, but even he could not deny how pleasant it sounded.

"How about a ring gag?" Dominick said as he expertly deflected the question to sex instead of love. But all this did was prompt a sneaky smile, suggesting she was more than down for more BDSM play as well. She walked back to the house happy and undeterred from her ambitions as she passed Emily with a small suitcase headed back to the car. The look on her older sister's face confused her, but then again she had been acting weird like that for a while now. She deposited the luggage in the car and approached her father once she saw no one was in earshot.

Emily then whispered to Dominick. "Hey, I saw a scene online on one of those...dirtier websites. When you get back home, I want to recreate it with you. By any chance do you still own at least a catsuit and gwen hood I can wear? We could probably substitute other gear with duct tape if needed, or I could buy it myself discreetly before you get back?" Emily inquired, still diving deeper into the bondage subculture as part of her submissive grooming and personal enjoyment.

Dominick smiled upon hearing this. "Don't worry my little slave. We have all manners of equipment to draw upon at home. Just let me handle all of that from now on, and all you have to do is speak your desires and submit to them, as well as your devoted master Dominick of course." he said as he put on an air of sensual authority. The masochistic Emily trembled out of excited anticipation hearing this, and promptly responded with an understanding and respectful bow to denote she received her marching orders before heading back to the house.

With his two taboo bondage concubines out of sight, Dominick entered and shut the door to his car, and a feeling of shame came over him as he sat in the driver's seat. "I can't keep maintaining this charade forever. It's not fair to Suzette, Sabrina, and Emily. As fun as binding and screwing my wife and two daughters is, if they ever found out I was master to all three of them, there would be hell to pay on my part. Bare minimum, I need to either pick and commit to one of them, or none of them." Dominick said trying to sort his feelings.

But picking one monogamous partner at the inevitable cost of losing the other two permanently was far from an easy choice for him. Suzette was his wife, and had years of loyal experience under her belt, so it would be a waste to not choose her. But then again, Sabrina made him feel like he had fallen in love all over again, and her hot passion eclipsed even his wife in that regard. But Emily on the other hand was the ideal loyal submissive that he could easily shape into his ideal bondage slave to fully indulge his sadism upon.

Each brought something unique to the table for Dominick to savor and dine upon, and picking one over another felt like a net loss to him no matter the choice. Dominick sighed as he started the car. "I have two weeks apart from the three of them. Maybe half a month of celibacy will make the choice obvious to me soon enough. Just focus on landing the deal and maybe scoring that promotion for now. I'm sure my true desires will become clear once I get a little distance from them all." Dominick told himself nervously as he drove away.

(15 minutes earlier)

Having sent her daughters off to help her husband pack the car, Suzette went quick to work as she entered Emily's bedroom to begin her investigation. Though she felt relieved thinking she finally figured out what was eating away at her husband, albeit not realizing she was not getting the full story, the new odd behaviors of her daughters Sabrina and Emily were still a mystery to her. To that end, she was more than prepared to violate their privacy a little to get the answers she was looking for.

"Now, if I was hiding something suspicious from my parents where would I put it?" Suzette contemplated aloud knowing she had a limited time frame to search. Emily's open but black screened laptop computer caught her eye. Suzette sighed, "Not like I'm a skilled hacker." she lamented as she tapped a key on the keyboard expecting the screen to light up with a password login that would block her access. But to her surprise, while the screen had gone black, it had not locked yet. What Suzette then saw on the screen shocked her.

"Chateau de Thoma..." Suzuette said in disbelief. The website in question was a fetish site that catered to the BDSM community with countless image galleries and videos of hooded and catsuited women bound and humiliated in a variety of creative ways. The screen was currently displaying a paused video of a pink catsuited model in mid-action with the namesake Master Thoma himself. Suzette was very familiar with the site. Enough to know users needed a paid subscription to access this level of content...

"It couldn't be..." Suzette said to herself, still needing confirmation of her suspicions of her daughter's interests. She knew exactly what else to look for and knew of only one place where Emily might hide it. Suzette hastily kneeled down and inspected the boxes underneath her younger daughter's bed. There she hit jackpot, and found Emily's stash of bondage gear, showing clear signs of frequent use, along with several issues of the masochist's go-to magazine "M-Brace". Suzette had all the proof she needed.

"Seems the apple didn't fall far from the tree. To think my innocent bespectacled little girl was such a kinky submissive little lady." Suzette said still processing this revelation. Rather than feeling satisfied in finally figuring out what Emily was acting shifty about, a weird maelstrom of emotions began welling up inside of her. Disbelief, shame, and arousal all fed into an internal war she was having with her conflicting thoughts and moral standards. But after a moment of distress, the fighting was over, and a victor had emerged...

"As a mother, I shouldn't judge Emily for her budding sexual interests." she said as she quickly pushed the box back under Emily's bed, got up, and swiftly left her daughter's room before anyone noticed her there snooping. Standing in the hallway, a sneaky smile worked its way across Suzette's face. "In fact, I should be supportive of it, like any understanding mother should." she said as the gears in her head began to turn and she licked her lips like a hungry wolf.

(Later that night)

The weather forecast called for severe thunderstorms overnight. Not that it stopped Sabrina from leaving for a sleepover with one of her friends. The house would be short not only a father, but also an older daughter. The perfect conditions for an unassuming predator to take advantage of the situation and entertain their darker impulses...

"Mmmmmfff..." Emily moaned lightly as she felt her head in a total fog. Something felt off as she slowly regained consciousness, but as she tried to move, she noticed she flat out could not. "MMPHH!?" she squeaked as she looked down and saw her entire body was wrapped up from head to toe in stretchy white bandages like a mummy.

Her legs were wrapped together, her arms pinned to her side by the wrappings, and even her entire head was covered and smothered, sans a gap over the eyes and her hair pulled out in a ponytail through the back.

Furthermore, her wrapped form was tied to a bed by belts holding her firmly in place and left her no room to struggle out of her binds. "HMMMMFFF!!" Emily moaned crying out in distress, but her mouth was wrapped especially tight, and she could feel what was likely a separate roll of bandages shoved into her mouth. She had been thoroughly bound and gagged in what appeared to be...'A BDSM dungeon!?' she thought as she looked around the room she was being held, her glasses still strangely on despite her restrictive change in wardrobe.

Around the room and attached to the walls were a variety and neatly organized bondage gear, a wooden horse, an x-shaped cross with shackles, and an overall black and red color scheme throughout the room that looked like something torn right from one the sets of the explicit films Emily "researched" to expand her own masochistic knowledge. And yet the room also felt strangely familiar to her, she just could not place where and why that was.

'What happened!?' Emily thought in a minor panic with thunder rumbling in the distance. 'Last thing I remember was watching a movie with Mom. I think I...blacked out and...wait, where's Mom!? Did she get snatched too?' she worried, but felt some relief when she saw she was the only one present. 'Did Dad do this? No, abduction isn't Master's style, and he's on the other side of the world right now. So that means...I got kidnapped by a kinky pervert!?' she thought with a tinge of fear and excitement competing against one another.

Terrified as Emily was to find herself in this situation, her masochism could not help but get the better of her and relish the experience of actually becoming the recipient of a real life kidnapping at the hands of a horny stalker fully intending to have his way with and make her his BDSM slave forever, never to be found again. She wormed around in her restraints as she let her perverse daydreams override her self-preservation. But the fear returned as soon as she heard a door open, and footsteps descending a set of stairs in the corner.

The figure that emerged from the steps and walked towards her was to Emily's surprise a rather voluptuous woman wearing what she could best describe as a black latex version of an old-fashioned nurse uniform. The kinky skintight uniform came complete with long black latex gloves, a pencil skirt, nurse headdress with a red hospital cross on it, and a black latex surgical mask with another large red hospital cross emboldened upon it that covered everything below the captor's eyes.

Though her face was completely hidden, minus her eyes peeking in between the mask and headdress, something about this kinky nurse seemed very familiar to Emily. Then it suddenly hit her. "MMMMMNNN!?" 'Mom!?' Emily moaned thinking this was the last person she expected to see in this situation. And yet here she was, presiding over her bound form in full BDSM themed attire and clearly showing no urgency to free her captive daughter. Her own mother was her kidnapper, and weirdly, that excited Emily even more.

"Good to see you are finally up my dear. You had me worried I might have spiked your drink a little too much." Suzette said nonchalantly as if it was commonplace to drug your own daughter. "You're probably wondering why your loving mother has you all fettered up in our home's dungeon and dressed up in what I would say...isn't my "usual" nurse uniform?" Suzette said cutely as she sat down on the bed admiring her handiwork.

"Mmmmmmfff..." Emily moaned as she nodded her head, all the while trying to keep her arousal down to a minimum despite the stimulating situation she found herself in. She at least got an answer to where she was, the basement of their house. It was always locked for "exclusive use" by her parents, and she long suspected it was actually a BDSM dungeon after finding out about their "hobbies" years ago. This all but confirmed it. Emily tried to calm herself slightly as she lied in the newly dusted off dungeon.

"I looked at your computer, and also found your little "stash" underneath your bed. "Fuchsia Metamorphosis" is a modern masterpiece from Chateau de Thoma, though I'm fonder of the classic "Chains of Noir" film myself. Still, you have good tastes as a masochist." Suzette said as she listed off the titles of the bondage website's best works, outing that she now knew about her daughter's kinky interests in the process. Emily's eyes widened in fear.

"Mmmmfff! Mmmpphhh! Hmmmfff! Mmmmm!" Emily bellowed as she shook her head out of sheer shame for having her greatest secret exposed and for not being more careful in locking her computer even if she only left it briefly to help her father and master pack for his trip. 'Oh crap...did she also find out I'm screwing her master!? Is this payback for fooling around with him? She's going to torture me! And dispose of me! And torment me...and violate me in front of master to...' Emily thought, her mind already going into the masochistic gutter.

"No need to be alarmed my dear budding flower. Mommy has no intention of judging you for your kinky interests." Suzette said playfully as she stroked her daughter's mummified form. "On the contrary...I want to support your interests as any loving and understanding mother would. In fact, I think we can mutually help each other here if you're willing to hear me out." Suzette said warming up her pitch.

"You may think of me as the "M" in my relationship with your father, but I'm actually more of a switch. Meaning I get just as much a kick out of being the dom. Sadly, your father won't feed that side of my interests." Suzette said as she leaned in towards Emily and poked her chin up with her finger.

"You on the other hand can. And in exchange, I'm willing to teach you everything about what it means to be a submissive, complete with "hands-on" training of course. I won't cross the line since you're still my daughter, but I think we'll both still benefit from such an arrangement, yes?" Suzette said with power in her voice.

Emily was relieved her Mom did not seem to be aware of her infidelity with her husband, but she was still flabbergasted by her mother's suggestion. She already committed herself to be her father's slave, yet seeing her latex clad mother asserting herself over her with such command, it poured gas on her masochistic fire. She was aroused just being put in this situation, and she desperately wanted to see her mother's own brand of domination. "Mmmmfff." Emily moaned as she nodded her head in eager acceptance of the offer.

Seeing this made Suzette smile under her mask. "Great to hear my little apprentice. Your probationary mistress is going to show you wonders like you won't believe." Suzette said as she got excited to finally indulge in her sadism again. "I'll groom you to be the best bondage slave there is, we'll have lots of fun together, and once I'm done breaking you, I'll auction you off to the highest bidder and retire comfortably." Suzette said with an evil look in her eyes.

"MMMPPHHH!?" Emily shouted upon hearing of her mother's intention to traffic her. She flailed violently against her restraints in vain, until Suzette let out an innocent little giggle and Emily calmed down a bit. Calmly and carefully, Suzette removed Emily's glasses and put them aside before speaking again.

"That last part was just a little sadistic joke my dear. I would never sell off my daughter to some pervert for money knowing full well of the dark fate that would befall you if I did." Suzette said striking a more jovial tone before leaning in to whisper into her daughter's ear. "Not without your consent of course..." she said with a silky smooth and sinister voice. Emily felt her heart skip a beat upon hearing this, and suddenly the idea of being sold into slavery excited her rather than terrifying her.

"But let's not get ahead of ourselves shall we? Before we start, I have a little something special for you to help assist in your training." Suzette said as she reached for a small box on the nearby table. Within it she retrieved a glass vial and a syringe, promptly extracting the fluid from the bottle with the needle. Emily's eyes widened with worry seeing the sharp object brought towards her neck. "Don't move okay. You'll feel a little pinch." Suzette advised as she injected the cocktail into her daughter like she was just another patient.

"Mmmmmff..." Emily cried nervously from both the lingering pain and the anxiety of not knowing what her mother just stuck her with. 'This whole thing isn't just an elaborate ruse for her to give me a lethal injection right?' Emily thought as her heart began to race...and her body started to heat up. She suddenly became very aware of her body's sexuality and the masochistic stimulation she was getting from her restraints starting to intensify.

"Just a little aphrodisiac my dear puppet. It's a special blend I made myself during my time in medical school. It's frighteningly effective, and honestly makes me wonder if I should have gone into pharmaceuticals instead of nursing. No matter though, since my job right now is as your "educator" in submission. Give in to the feeling and you'll greatly enjoy what's coming next." Suzette explained as she grabbed a pair of shears from the same table.

First, I have to "examine you" to "gauge your response" before anything else." Suzette said cryptically. With surgical precision, the latex nurse cut the bandages around her subject's chest, they snapped open under tension, and Emily's naked breasts popped out as a result. "Seems a mammary exam is needed." Suzette said clinically. A tone that was immediately undercut when she began groping Emily's boobs.

"Mmmmfff! Mmmpphhh!" Emily moaned as the nerves in her tits fired off. She was no stranger to such chest massages from her father Dominick, but thanks to the aphrodisiac the feedback was considerably amplified. "MMMMFFF!" Emily continued as the reality of having her own mother molest her sank in. It was a different type of humiliation than she got from her father, but it turned her on greatly all the same.

"Oh yes...so very responsive! This may be more fun than I anticipated." Suzette said as she relished the feeling of domming her daughter, feeding her long starved sadistic appetite in the process. "Now for a little pelvic examination." Suzette said trying to hide her excitement as she cut away the bandages around her daughter's hips and crotch, exposing her wet and stimulated pussy in the process. "You might feel a little "tickle" here or there my dear." she said not even hiding her intentions as she put her fingers inside Emily.

"HMMMMMFFF!!" Emily cried as she felt her mother teasing her with her fingers and stimulating her pussy. Not content, Suzette even began grabbing Emily's now exposed ass cheeks with her other hand, kneading them like fresh dough. Even so, Suzette was careful not to let Emily climax. Orgasm denial is a part of any good slave training after all. "Mmmff...MMPHH!" Emily continued to moan involuntarily. Moans that were stimulating Suzette far more than she anticipated. She couldn't take it anymore, and pulled herself back.

A panting daughter looked up at her equally panting mother. Emily feared her mother was suffocating behind her latex surgical mask, but in reality Suzette was suffocating from a lack of carnal release. She knew she promised her daughter not to cross the line too far, but she couldn't hold back anymore. Suzette then suddenly removed the matching black latex underwear underneath her pencil skirt and deposited them on the bed before walking over to a nearby chest full of tools.

Looking over, Emily could see her mother fastening something to her hips but could not see with the rest of her body blocking the view. Suzette seemed to quiver as she did so for reasons not known by Emily. Suddenly Suzette turned to Emily and walked back to her bound daughter and slave in training, looking surprisingly no different than she did before, confusing Emily further. Suzette simply crawled back onto the bed and climbed over her daughter with a devious look in her eyes. With a subtle motion, she flipped up her skirt...