quick note: this began life as a ddp prompt, and I decided to flesh it out; I've tagged as best I could; If I get any interest I'll keep going.

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James went into his daughter's room. Since she’d turned 18 last year, he and her mother Kate had been at a loss for what to do with her; with the pandemic she was around all the time and it had become tedious. James and Kate had an active and kinky sex life, and having a prudish, straight edge nearly 19 year old constantly around was becoming a chore. She even complained about the pot they smoked! She didn’t even know about the harder drugs they would do at times, sometimes with friends, sometimes just together.

"Get up." He said sternly. "Get up and come with me right now. Your mother and I have something to show you in the basement." When she hesitated, he grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her along. No point in being gentle now. Getting to the stairs, he half shoved, half guided her down to the basement.

It was her mother who’d hit on the idea of taking her and making something they could be proud to share with their friends. Physically, they were a matched set, both pale brunettes, slightly with a slightly nerdy air, owing to the glasses they both wore (Katie thought they made her look more innocent, which made what she was willing to do all the hotter) eyes, curly hair, slim with nice hips. Short and slight at only 5 feet tall and barely a hundred pounds and even at 40, Kate could pass as Kim’s sister. The only obvious physical difference was Kate's surgically enhanced bust, but mentally…

Kate was as nasty and eager a slut as a man could want. She was never happier than when her husband was pounding her tight ass in front of strangers, or sharing her with his friends, letting them fuck her air tight while the wives worshiped her husbands massive rod. She was always sexy and stylish in a skirt and heels, shaven wet and ready, ready for anything her man might want. She was James’s no limits whore and loving slave, and she couldn’t imagine a better, happier life for herself, or for her daughter.

Despite her mother’s hopes, Kim, however, had never even had a boyfriend, they didn’t think. And she was…frumpy. Sweaters, sweatpants, maybe loose jeans…. It made Kate ashamed. She dreamed of doing mother daughter sex shows, of sharing her college age daughter with her sexy, well hung 55 year old father. Instead she had this uptight women’s rights advocate who’d never even smoked a cigarette, much less a joint and would be horrified to know that the mother she held in such contempt routinely did rails off her husband’s cock.

Reaching the finished basement, Kim looked around, not really comprehending what she was seeing. The room had been outfitted with everything needed to break their daughter, and Jim had no hesitation. There we chains on the wall, sex toys lined up on a table, a rack of clothing they judged acceptable, a scale to keep track of her weight, and, as the gift of a cop who loved Kate fucking him with strap-on while she ordered him to worship her husband’s cock—not their usual thing, but blackmail material on a cop was obviously handy—, several thousand dollars in drugs.

“Kim, , this is where you are going to be staying from now on. Your mother and I have decided you’ve been an uptight embarrassment to us long enough. We are going to teach you to be a good girl, the kind of no limits fuck doll whore your mother already is, and that we both know you can be. One way or another.

He stopped and let her try and take in the implications of the room.

While Kim looked around in baffled confusion, her mother was over by a table, cutting twelve lines on a mirror, a mix of cocaine and meth. The coke would make Kim feel euphoric, alert and focused. The meth would crank her libido, which would be handy later. She had her mid back length, dark, curly hair pulled loosely back, black, square glasses over her smoky eyes. Her lips were red, and she was wearing a black leather bondage collar with Filthy Cunt picked out in diamond chips — a fifteenth anniversary present from James.

Below that was a thin white button down blouse that would have been completely see-through even if Katie hadn’t soaked it in cold water before putting it on. It clung to her substantial DD tits, which James had sent her for as soon as she started the slightest bit of sagging and wet and cold as it was, it helped make her pierced nipples so hard that they almost threatened the integrity of the thin fabric. That she wasn’t going to want a bra tonight went without saying.

After that, it was a short pleated miniskirt in black and green plaid, thigh high black stockings, and 4.5 inch fuck me Mary Janes. The effect evoked a schoolgirl uniform, but only in the most distant manner. Hidden, for now, was the plug in her asshole, although as she glanced up and met the eyes of the man she worshipped, she felt a shock as he pressed the button on his key chain,

Yes Daddy. Hurt me. I’ve been a terrible disappointment, and the proof is right in front of you. Katie thought.

“Daddy, would you please bring Kim closer, if it pleases you?” She was speaking in a breathy, sexy little girl voice. Katie thought of it as her real voice, but it obviously shocked Kim, as a look of disgust flashed across her face.

“Mom, Jesus Christ what the actual fuck is going on here? What is” that shit or wrong with your voice?'' She might have finished, but her father flipped her around to face him before she could finish. His face was a mask of, not exactly rage, but somehow scarier. A controlled, implacable mask of command through which rage might be worked at need. He slapped her once, twice, and again. It brought tears to her eyes, and she might have cried, except that something in his voice stilled her with terror.

“Don’t you ever, ever speak to your mother or me that way again. From now on, I’m Daddy, my wife is Mommy, and if you fuck it up even one time I will do far more than slap you. Do you understand me, you stuck up little bitch? We are going to teach you to be the good, eager, cock worshiping submissive, subservient little whore we always expected you to be. It is going to be hard for you no matter what, but if you think it can’t be brutal beyond your worst imaginings, you are profoundly mistaken.”

To punctuate this, he picked her up by the neck and slammed her against the wall, so hard all the breath was shoved out of her lungs and her head cracked back against the wood. The basement was finished, but behind the paneling it was concrete, which was sickly apparent from the sound her head made slamming into the wall.

This had been a bit of studied and planned brutality on his part. At 6’1 and 225, even gone slightly to seed, he still had a powerful frame, and he loomed over both his tiny women. he judged that driving home her helplessness and vulnerability now, pushing her into sheer terror, would save argument, and make this first weekend go off according to plan.

“Don’t fucking test me, Kimberly.” He finished, and then kept her there looking expectantly.

Katie, for her part, was gushing, seeing her husband and owner brutally teaching their daughter to behave the way a good girl should. Her favorite part of bringing home friends for him to use was when they started out reluctant and he would rape them in front of her, teaching them the truth of female inferiority that she thought so obvious and true. She loved the way they would look at her, confused, beseeching, begging her to invervine; she loved the look of despair that washed over their face as she would smile at them, and then look at her husband and say “Oh, Daddy, she is going to be a screamer I bet! Hit her again Daddy, please!”

“Kimmie,” she said, looking at her daughter “you need to say ‘yes daddy, I promise to be good, daddy, thank you for teaching me Daddy’. Then we will have so much fun together, a mommy and daughter slut for our daddy!” She clapped her hands and jumped up and down like a cheerleader. “You’re going to make such a good fucktoy for Daddy”

Kim wasn’t really processing, hazy from the blow, from the mental overload, from terror, and from what she didn’t have the experience to recognize as a contact high from the blunts that were smoldering in the ashtray at her mom’s right hand. Most of all, she was rocked from seeing her mom, her own mother, delighting at the prospect of her, Kim, Kate's own daughter, being fucked by her own father. She couldn’t make it make sense -- she’d always known her mother was a bit old-fashioned when it came to gender roles, but this was just too much. Could her mother really be planning to help her father rape her?

So even though she was weeping freely now, she said “thank you daddy, yes Daddy, I promise to be good, Daddy, thank you for teaching me Daddy,” and waited, hoping to be let down. He just held her there a moment, meeting her eyes, and then shook her, and cast a glance at her mother. He did it again, harder, and she got the hint, finally. “Thank you for helping me, Mom, I mean Mommy” she said, and finally James let her drop to the floor. For a moment, she just stood there, swaying slightly.

While she waited for her daughter to collect herself slightly, Katie finally bent over and did two of the lines quickly, with practiced ease. As the drugs hit her and her eyes widened, she stared at her daughter. How dare that FUCKING BITCH think she is too good for cock? What is a woman even FOR if it isn’t proving what a good thing she can be for her man?

“God, you stupid stuck-up bitch. You fucking disgust me, you know that Kim? You make me want to puke, in those loose clothes and with that holier than-thou air. You make me fucking sick. But that’s okay. Daddy and I are going to fix you.”

She reached down to the table, picked up the blunt that was sitting there in an ashtray and took a deep drag. She held it and then deliberately exhaled at Kim, who coughed. Passing the blunt to James, she reached down and grabbed a cigarette; James had started her on high-dose nicotine patches when they first met when she was Kim’s age, and now he would take them away whenever he thought she could use a little edge to her personality. Since he’d taken the last one away six hours ago, and forbidden her a cigarette until after Kim called her Mommy, she was extremely on edge now.

She strode over to her daughter now, grabbing a collapsible knife as she passed. Standing right in front of Kim, she grabbed her by the mass of curly black hair.

“Kimmie, darling, don’t fucking test me. I’m going to teach you to be a nasty cumslut if it kills you, do you understand?” She took another drag on her cigarette and exhaled directly in her daughter’s face and then held her by the hair when the girl tried to turn her face away. Smiling, she gathered some spit in her mouth; between the coke/meth lines she’d just done, the weed, and now the cigarette, what she spat on her daughter had the consistency and appearance of cum dripping down her nose and onto her lip. Katie laughed. “At least now you look a little sexy”

When Kim tried to move her hands to whip it away, her father grabbed her wrists in one of his large hands and simply said “No”. Trapped like that, she was further helpless as her mother took the knife, opened it, and began cutting away her daughter's clothing; in a few moments Kim was naked as her parents inspected her.

“Fucking bitch doesn’t do anything right does she?” James observed, as he reached around and started fondling one of his child’s full, b-cup tits. “At least she has a decent figure, but fuck, look at the bush. Get her high, and then we can take care of that, at least”

“Of course, Daddy” Katie said. Finishing the cigarette, she flicked it at her daughter's available tit; it didn’t stick long enough to really burn, but at least it got the point across.

Kimberly finally lost her self control. “Mom, mommy, please, please, please don’t. Please don’t do this. Please. Whatever I’ve done I’ll be better, I promise, I swear, I’ll do whatever you ask. Just please don’t ra-ra-rape me! Please! PLEASE! Whatever you want. Just… please don’t let Daddy fuck me. It's WRONG.”

Katie looked at her. “Anything? You’ll do what I say?”

Kim looked at her with hope. She nodded frantically: “Whatever you say. Anything! Just don’t let him rape me”

Katie gave her a big smile. “Okay, honey. I promise to do everything in my power to keep your father from raping you tonight. If you do everything I tell you. Whatever I tell you to take, you take, whatever I tell you to do, you do. And I’ll do whatever is in my power to keep your father from fucking those virgin holes tonight.”

Kim’s breath caught. “You-you-promise?”

Katie beamed at her daughter, and glanced up, meeting her husband’s eyes as he winked at her. “Yes, darling. If you are a very, very good girl, I’ll do everything in my power to keep Daddy from brutally raping your holes, even though I know he wants to very badly. But you have to do everything else either of us wants. I’m not promising you will like it, and I’m not promising it won’t hurt. I’m only promising what I said, to do what is in my power to keep your Daddy from raping your cunt or ass.”

Kim nodded. “Okay. Okay Mom. Mommy. Thank you mommy.”

“Okay then. First things first. I’m going to help you with the first hit, but I want you to smoke this and get high with your father and I now. You will probably like this. Now open your mouth wide and exhale as hard as you can. You’ll know when to breath in.”

Quickly, Katie took a huge drag from the blunt in her hand and just as quickly exhaled into her daughters waiting lungs, clamping her lips to Kim’s so that she couldn’t exhale too soon. “Let the weed hit you darling. It’ll help you relax” she said, as Kim hacked, even on that filtered dose of weed. “I’m going to take another hit, and then give you another hit. Watch me while I do it, because after that you are going to take a hit on your own, and then give me a hit like I gave you. And remember, if you don’t try very, very hard, Daddy will bend you over right now and fuck your asshole.” She looked expectantly at her daughter for a moment and then said “What do we say?”

As James pressed his rock hard cock against his daughters asshole as, pressing so that she could feel his considerable girth through his thin pants; he hadn’t bothered with underwear for today's entertainment Letting Katie take the lead, play good cop to his bad cop, had been brilliant, and it reminded him why he loved his nasty fuck toy so dearly. Because Katie could promise whatever she wanted; she had no power to protect her little girl. He stuck his own blunt in his mouth and reached out and gave his wife a hard slap.

“Yes Mommy, I understand, Mommy” came the somewhat belated response from Kim at the same time Katie coo’d “Thank you Daddy”.

Kim watched as Katie took a long, long drag off the blunt, held it and exhaled slowly into the younger woman’s face, giggling at the way she wrinkled her nose. She pulled in again, this one to give to her daughter.

Kim was relaxing a bit as the weed hit her. She couldn’t deny that her mom did look really fucking sexy, and as much as she hated it, she couldn’t deny that there was a definite tingle between her legs. This time, when her mom leaned forward to blow the smoke into her lungs, she let herself relax into it, taking it more easily into herself. This was kind of fun, if you could just focus on the sensation.

She exhaled, this time copying her mom and pointing it right at Katie’s face, which made her mother sneeze. She couldn’t help it. Katie smirked, and then she leaned in and kissed her. Kim didn’t know how to react, but she remembered her promise; do what’s expected and Daddy won’t rape me. So she opened her mouth and found herself exchanging her first lesbian kiss with her mother. After a moment of this, her mother pulled away.

“Now you, darling” she said expectantly.

Kim’s first solo hit went…okay. She started coughing almost at once, and so the weed hit her even harder; despite her fear she felt tingly, floaty, almost giggly. And her body was betraying her, she realized, and she was feeling incredibly turned on.

“Try again sweetie” her mother said. “You’ll get used to it. And being a bad girl is so much fun, isn’t it?” She smiled brightly at her little girl, willing her to get more comfortable. It would make her look of betrayal all the sweeter, later, when James shoved his big cock into her asshole.

This time, when Kim took the hit, she was able to hold it without coughing quite so badly, but her throat still burned from the abuse she’d suffered. Her mother handed a water bottle.

“Okay. This time, you’re going to inhale, but not hold it, just blow out really hard into my lungs. But then you need to kiss me. Kiss me and put on a really good show for Daddy. If you can learn to be a good girl, this will be a much better experience, I promise. “