Chapter 23

Kate’s solitude and starvation had begun to erode her mind. She had been slipping into delirium, her thoughts spiraling uncontrollably in the deafening silence. Then, without warning, the lights in the room went out, plunging her into suffocating darkness.

Fear gripped her like a vice. Was this it? Was this death?

The sound of the door opening barely registered with her, and her eyes were so maladjusted she did not see the figure emerging in the dark. It was an inhuman shape—a masked figure clad entirely in black, from head to toe, like a phantom.

As soon as she detected some movement in the dark, the figure drove a fist into her stomach. Kate gasped, her lungs refusing to work as she doubled over. The metallic taste of blood rose in her throat, and she retched violently, vomiting bile mixed with blood—the only thing left inside her.

The figure gave no pause, no words, no explanation. With mechanical precision, it seized her, dragging her out of the room. She was too weak to resist as it stripped her dress away and ripped off her underwear.

Her ankles were tied to something on the ground, forcing her legs wide apart. Her wrists were bound together and then pulled high above her head by a rope. The tension grew unbearable as she was stretched taut, her body contorted painfully until she was upright and on tip toes. Her arms were pulled so high she thought her shoulders might dislocate, while her legs were forced into a wide, humiliating spread.

Every muscle in her body burned, her nerves screaming in agony from the relentless strain. Yet even then she still felt the raw hunger inside her.

Suddenly, the lights came back on, blinding and harsh. Kate blinked furiously, her eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. Slowly, she realized she was in a stark, indoor space. The walls were sterile white, leading to a corridor with several doors along its length. Around her, a few hooks, cuffs, and chains were attached to the walls. The dark figure was nowhere to be seen.

Now naked and fully exposed, she could only wait for what was next. She just wished they would get it over with.

---------- Maddie had been shocked when Pembroke had called her into the control room and showed her the live feed of her mother in the bedroom, in the same dress she herself had worn there when first capture.

“I promised you, Maddie, that I would let you see your friend again, didn’t I?” he whispered into her ear.

He pulled Maddie on to his lap, her body molding against him as though he were her chair—if a chair came with a hard, erect cock pressing insistently up from its base. One hand moved to tweak her nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers, while the other slid downward, his fingers parting and running along her pussy lips.

Maddie had longed to see her mother again, but not like this—not under these circumstances. As her Daddy draped Kate’s used underwear, worn when she was captured by Pembroke, over Maddie’s face, the familiar pungent musk hit her senses. This time, as she sniffed and licked the fabric, she didn’t feel longing, she knew the source of the scent was close-very close, and she would be tasting the real thing very, very soon.

As Pembroke carefully explained to Maddie what she needed to do, and the consequences of failing to perform, Maddie steeled herself. She would to be example her Daddy expected he to be, and help her Mummy adjust herself to her new reality.

“Is anyone there ... please ... please help me...” Kate could not go on, her limbs were starting to go numb, stretched out, her ribs felt like they were being slowly pulled apart. She had no energy or strength left. Maybe this was hell already and this would be eternity.

Suddenly, the sound of a heavy door being opened. Kate looked up, and was astonished to see the figure of Maddie, her daughter, walk towards. She was several inches taller, her curves more defined, and her breasts now forming a slight cleavage that peeked out from the neckline of a black swimsuit. She looked beautiful, her dark, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, which concealed the ear plugs she wore, listening constantly to orders from her Daddy, who was watching the scene live upstairs.

It wasn’t just any swimsuit—it was the swimsuit, the same one Maddie had worn the day she went missing a year ago. It clung to her body just as Kate remembered, though now the sight of it sent a chill through her.

“Maddie...” Kate whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Maddie ... is that you?”

“Yes, Mummy, it’s me, Maddie,” her daughter replied softly, her voice calm.

Kate’s eyes scanned her daughter’s figure, taking in every detail as though afraid she might vanish again. Her gaze lingered on the black swimsuit Maddie wore, an odd choice that seemed out of place in this moment. Then she realised – it was the swimsuit Maddie had worn last year on that terrible day when she went missing.

“Maddie, are we dead?” Kate asked in confusion.

“No, Mummy, we are both alive,” Maddie replied, smiling.

“Where – where are we?”

Maddie kept pausing before giving her response. “I am a slave of Daddy,” she finally said, smiling serenely, as though she were sharing a joyful revelation. “And now you are, too!”

This wasn’t the Maddie she remembered—this was something else, someone else, shaped and twisted into a version of her daughter she barely recognized.

“Who is this Daddy? Where are we, Maddie?” Kate squeaked, her voice growing impatient, her bonds pulling her further apart.

“Daddy is ... our master, he owns us, we have to serve him, and ... exist to serve his desires. But now that you are here, we can have fun with each other as well!” she smiled, taking a step towards her. There was something robotic about her demeanor, though her eyes shone with an eerie intensity that made Kate wonder if it really was her daughter.

“Maddie, stop this—please,”

“You’ll understand soon, Mummy,” she said. “Daddy will teach you, just like he taught me.” With that, she took a few steps towards her mother, and put her hand on her mother’s stomach, which sucked in and out in response, betraying her fear. Maddie’s hand remained steady, almost reverent; her gaze fixed on her mother’s face.

“How do you feel, Mummy?” Maddie asked as she stroked Kate’s hair and cradled her pained, tear-streaked face with delicate hands.

“I’m hungry,” Kate whispered. “I’m sore ... please, Maddie, let me down from here.”

Maddie’s smile widened, gentle yet unyielding. “Sorry, Mummy,” she said with a faint shake of her head. “Not yet.”

Maddie stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her mother, pulling her into a firm embrace. Slowly, she buried her face between Kate’s breasts, as she inhaled the familiar maternal scent.

Kate’s body tensed at the unexpected intimacy, but was even more shocked, as Maddie slowly brought her hands up her sides, and cupped her breasts, and moved her mouth over her right nipple, and suckled on it.

“Maddie. Fuck! What the hell are you doing, stop! I’m your mother!” shouted Kate.

“Hmm, I know,” Maddie murmured, her voice muffled as her lips enclosed Kate’s nipple, sucking gently but firmly, and kneading both of them.

“This isn’t real,” wailed Kate, as her body shook with desperation as if trying to free her breast from her daughter’s mouth.

Maddie lifted her head, and cupped Kate’s face with both hands, her grip firm yet tender. Before Kate could react, Maddie leaned in, her lips pressing against Kate’s in a forceful kiss.

Kate gasped, but Maddie took advantage of the moment, her tongue pushing past her mother’s lips, invading her mouth. Kate’s muffled protests were lost as Maddie deepened the kiss, her grip tightening, holding her in place.

“I think,” Maddie said, a small smile playing on her lips, “we both always wanted to do that, secretly.”

Kate didn’t respond, she was too shocked to, and hungry, wounded and stretched out.

“Now, Mummy, I’m going to do something to make you feel better,” Maddie said with a bright smile, giggling softly as she slowly sank to her knees.

“Maddie, stop ... please,” Kate whispered, helpless against the surreal nightmare unfolding before her.

Maddie’s gaze lowered, taking in her mother’s exposed pussy, framed by a thatch of blonde hair, a far cry from the smooth pussy that last year was being constantly fucked and eaten. The forced wide stance of Kate’s legs stretched the delicate lips open, leaving the lips parted. Maddie absorbed every detail with curiosity, the first other vagina she had ever seen.

Kate looked down just in time to feel Maddie’s tongue lick her labia, her blue eyes staring up at her, her tongue out lapping at her pussy.

“Maddie ... No...” she moaned weakly.

Maddie leaned in closer, her nose brushing against the soft blonde hair as she pressed her face against her mother’s most intimate place. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate folds, tasting the velvet softness and the sticky remnants of dried fluid clinging between them. She delved deeper, the pungent, warm scent filling her senses as her tongue explored the slick, tender skin inside.

“Hmmm, Mummy, you taste so nice, your pussy tastes so much fresher than your underwear Daddy brought me.”

Kate was lost, maybe this was hell, what she deserved, as she felt her daughter’s finger travel along her crack over her asshole.

After several minutes of Maddie’s relentless attention, Kate felt an orgasm building unexpectedly. She couldn’t believe what was happening—how her daughter seemed to know her body so well. Maddie’s movements were precise, as if she understood every sensitive spot instinctively, treating her mother’s clit with the same familiarity and care as she would her own. Kate’s body reacted involuntarily, betraying her disbelief with waves of sensation, juices dripping out of her and into her daughter’s waiting mouth.