Chapter 39: Lezzie Daughter Fucked Straight

Clara continued moving through the law office of Coman, Shine, & Chase. It provided so many opportunities to have fun.

She was loving it.

As she passed Thomas Pender’s office, a junior associate she remembered from the sexual harassment meeting, she heard a woman shout, “There has to be something I can do about my daughter being a lesbian!”

Clara paused and pressed her ear to the door.

“I’m sorry, there’s really nothing you can do about her being gay,” Mr. Pender said.

“But she won’t ever have any children,” said the woman. “She won’t give me grandchildren. It’s not right. Lesbianism is a sin.”

“Well, she’s free to do what she wants. She’s eighteen now. The only thing you can do is cut her out of the will.”

“I tried that,” the woman muttered in disgust. “She says she doesn’t care about the money.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Maxwell, my hands are tied.”

“You wouldn’t speak like this if my husband was still alive,” the angry mother said.

Clara smiled and knew what her next tweet had to be. She pulled out her phone and started typing.

“Mrs. Maxwell’s lawyer suggests she take her daughter to her cabin in woods to be fucked straight by five guys. Totally legal to do since she’s the mother. #5GuysEnough #KidnappedByMommy #FuckedStraightOrWalkHome”

The girl hit send and walked on to find more fun to have at the law firm.

Madeline Maxwell

Frustration boiled in me as I glared at Mr. Pender. I should be seeing someone higher up in the firm. My husband, god rest his soul, wouldn’t have been forced to see a junior associate. “It’s disgusting. She insists on being called Jay and not Jasmine. She dyed her hair. Pierced her nose, and won’t shave her legs. And you won’t believe what she did last time her monthly—”

DING!

“Sorry about that,” Mr. Pender said, grabbing his phone. “Thought I had it on silent.”

I hated thos things. Smartphones. It was all this social media garbage and these liberal teachers that brainwashed my daughter into being a lesbian. They groomed her behind my back, and now she’s ruined.

“Please, there has to be some way to make my daughter straight again,” I begged.

“Well...” Mr. Pender leaned forward. “There is one way. As I recall, you own a cabin.”

“I do,” I said, my brow furrowing. “She used to love going up there with her father.”

“Well, you take her up there and have five or so guys gangbang her,” he said. “Don’t give her a choice. They’ll fuck her straight.”

“That’s legal?” I asked, shocked by it. And thrilled. I had a ... wild time before I settled down and became a proper woman. I had loved cocks.

“Perfectly legal so long as the parents or guardians consent.” He smiled. “Even though she’s eighteen, you still have this last parental right over her. I can set it all up for you. Arrange for five studs to fuck the dyke right out of her.”

“Thank you so much,” I gasped. “Bless you! Bless your heart, that’s just what she needs.” I could weep with joy. Finally, my daughter would be saved.

Jasmine “Jay” Maxwell

“Do I really have to go with you?” I muttered as I sat in the passenger seat of Mom’s BMW S-series. A white, prissy car that cost way too much money.

“That’s the law, Jasmine,” she said, her blonde hair pinned up in a bun. She wore one of those Sarah Palin pantsuits, pink and girly that showed hardly any skin. Disgusting! It was so embarrassing to be seen with her.

“It’s Jay now,” I muttered, running a hand through my short, dyed-blue hair.

“It’s a lovely name,” she said. “Your father chose that name for you. He didn’t choose Jay. It’s so...”

“Boyish?” I arched an eyebrow in defiance at her.

She said nothing, her jaw quivering and hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Ugh, this is so dumb,” I said. “I have a date with Lottie. It’s our one-year anniversary. I can’t believe you’re making me miss it to go to the dumb cabin.”

“Oh, she’ll be stopping by later,” Mom said. Her smile grew. “I’ve arranged it all with her parents. So don’t you worry? But first, we have to deal with you.”

I didn’t like this. It wasn’t like my homophobic, conservative mother would throw an anniversary party for my girlfriend and me. So what was she up to? Was this some way to break us up? And what was up with this dumb law? I was eighteen. I shouldn’t have to obey her any longer.

I stewed on the drive up. I didn’t even have my phone. She took it away from me. I could only watch the dumb scenery pass by as we headed up into the mountains to the cottage. I used to love going there with Dad. Why did he have to die and leave me with this hateful witch? How could I have come from the womb of someone so evil?

A Republican. It made me feel dirty sometimes just being in the same room with her.

Finally, we pulled off the road and headed down the familiar, bumpy drive. All dirt. I stared ahead at the cabin coming into view. A couple of pickup trucks were waiting there and a group of guys in blue jeans and flannel shirts was up there. They looked like brawny construction workers lounging on a break.

The sort of muscle-bounded, testosterone-filled, toxic males that I hated. I bet they would wolf-whistle at me and tell me to smile, the women-hating bastards. My blood boiled just thinking about how they would objectify me.

“What’s going on?” I asked as Mom stopped her car and climbed out. I followed, continuing, “What’s with all the blockheads?”

“They’re here to fuck you straight,” she said and grabbed my wrist. “Now get inside.”

“Wait, what?” I gasped. “No, no! Help! Help!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs. “Help! Police!”

The men all grinned at me, looking me up and down as Mom dragged me up the stairs to the porch. I tripped. Nearly fell. She clutched my wrist with an iron grip, her perfectly manicured fingernails biting into my flesh.

“No, no, you can’t do this!” I screeched as she dragged me into the cabin.

“Just let me get her ready for you, boys,” she cooed as she hauled me into the living room. “Then you can fuck the gay right out of her!”

“Yes, Mrs. Maxwell,” a tall guy with a goatee sad, hunger in his eyes.

“NOOOOOO!” I struggled and thrash as Mom yanked me around and threw me down on a futon mattress spread out on the cabin’s floor before the fireplace. “You can’t do this.”

“Sure I can,” she said. “Law says a parent can have their daughter fucked straight by up to five men, increasing the number by five for every time she fails to convert.”

“That’s bullshit!” I gasped. “That’s some Republican, homopho—”

CRACK!

She slapped me.

My head snapped around, pain throbbed through my cheek. Tears sprang into my eyes. I quivered there, staring up at her as she shook her head in disgust at me. With such loathing in her eyes. I touched my cheek, feeling the warmth there.

“Y-you slapped m-me, Mommy,” I whimpered like a little girl.

“I’m going to do more than slap you,” she said. “I’m going to fix you.” She grabbed a fistful of my dyed-blue hair. “Nothing to do about this awful color but let it fade out as you grow your hair long again, but we’ll get that natural blonde back. A woman only dies her hair to hide the gray.”

“That’s how I express myself,” I whimpered.

“Like that disgusting nose ring?” she demanded. “Are you a heifer? Some dumb cow that’s going to be butchered?”

“No,” I whimpered as she grabbed my nose ring, found the stud, and pulled it out. She tossed it away.

“Then why have that?” She shook her head. “You should have respect for your body, not trash it and ruin all that is beautiful about you.”

“What men find beautiful,” I spat back.

“Exactly!” She grabbed my t-shirt and ripped it over my head, tossing it to the floor. I gasped, unable to fight back. “Men!” She reached behind me and unhooked my bra. “Men who want youthful, fertile wives that can give them children. They want ladies, not sluts. Not dyke-whores that try to look like boys and don’t shave their pits or legs.”

“What’s wrong with being au naturel?” I hissed, folding my arms before me.

“Because you’re a woman, not a man! That’s the problem with feminism. It thinks women are inferior and tries to make us all be like men. It’s degrading. Humiliating. It twists you into being an ugly woman and leaves you miserable with a bunch of cats bitching about how no man wants to date a forty-year-old woman with a master’s degree.”

She unscrewed the end of the barbell piercing my right nipple and pulled the metal out. Then she did it to the other one. I couldn’t believe this was happening. That she could believe stuff like this. I didn’t want a guy, but if I did, then he had to understand that my career came first.

Men expected women to be their slaves.

“I won’t let them ruin you,” Mom said so fiercely and ... There was this strange love in her eyes. She didn’t hate me. She ... cared about me.

But not in the way I wanted.

I gasped as she shoved me down and ripped off my combat boots than my jeans. She yanked off my socks and my panties. She froze at the sight of my shaved pussy with my pierced clit. She looked at my legs covered in a down of blonde hair.

“You shave your pussy but not your legs?” she demanded in disgust. She reached out and pulled off my clit ring, tossing it away. “What is wrong with you.”

“Lottie doesn’t like getting hair in her teeth,” I muttered, cheeks burning.

She shook her head then yanked me to my feet and dragged me to the bathroom. “First, we shave your legs and pits. Then we put some make-up on you. There are five gentlemen waiting to call on you. You will be presentable to them when they fuck you.”

“What?” I gasped. “Mom, I don’t want to be straight. I like being gay.”

“That’s just what those disgusting teachers brainwashed you into thinking. I’ll fix you. Once you get some dick in you, well, you’ll see how amazing they are. Then you’ll find a good man to take care of you. Like your father did with me. I won’t let his only daughter throw her life away because she believed the nonsense of some woman who is a teacher.”

“Teachers are amazing.”

“Teaching is the refuge of those who couldn’t finish their actual college plan, so they took an easy way out.” She shook her head. “Most are idiots with as little in their heads as you.”

In the bathroom, she drew a bath and shoved me in it. She rolled up the sleeves of her blouse, grabbed the shaving cream and razor, and went to work shaving my legs. I couldn’t believe I was letting her do this. It was so embarrassing.

“I can shave my legs,” I muttered.

“Can you?” she demanded as she kept working. “I find that hard to believe.”

She worked quickly, soon having both my legs denude of hair. Then she grabbed the scissors, trimming my armpit hairs before shaving those, too. It felt ... nice not having the hair there. I felt more feminine all of a sudden. More of a woman.

That didn’t mean I was straight or that I would go along with this, but ... It was nice.

She pulled me out of the bath then, like she had when I was much younger, taught me how to put on makeup again like I had forgotten. She had it all laid out. She didn’t tart me up, but she accented my face.

When I looked in the mirror, I hardly recognized myself. Plump lips, delicate cheekbones, rosy cheeks, sultry eyes. The blue popped in my irises. She nodded, a smile spreading on her lips. She was ... proud of what I looked like.

“You’re ready for them,” she said and drew me back out of the bathroom.

“Wait, what?” I gasped as she hauled me naked into the main room of the cabin. The five guys were there. And they were naked. Their cocks thrust out like these fleshy clubs that would beat me. “No, no, no, I can’t fuck them. I told you, I’m gay!”

She pushed me at them, saying, “Fuck her hard and long, boys!”

“Mom!” I shouted as I stumbled towards them. One grabbed me in a thick hand covered in rough callouses. “Wait, Mom!”

She poured herself a glass of rosier wine and sat down on a barstool by the kitchen counter. She crossed her legs and watched as the man hauled me into his broad, hairy chest. His nasty cock poked me in the stomach.

“No, no, no!” I shouted, my hand shaking violently as my nipples rubbed against him. The stimulation hardened them. “Mom! Mom! Please!”

“Honey,” she said in between sips of her wine, “You just have to learn this lesson. Sometimes, as a woman, you find yourself in a situation where you’re going to get fucked hard. Might as well enjoy it?”

“NOOOOOO!” I shrieked. “I won’t ever enjoy—”

The disgusting man kissed me. His lips tasted of smoke. His whiskers rubbed on my face. His hands grabbed my ass, kneading my rump while his nasty cock throbbed against my belly. A fleshy shaft that wasn’t a non-threatening dildo. I could feel the slimy precum spilling out of the top.

He could knock me up. This was so wrong. Penile sex was violence. I had to break free, but he was so strong. His tongue thrust deep into my mouth and swirled around as he kissed me. I squirmed, wanting to escape.

Then he pushed back. Another guy grabbed me and planted his mouth on mine. It was the one with the goatee. His whiskers scratched in his horribly masculine way on me. I quivered in disgust, wanting to break away from him, but he held me just as tight.

He thrust me at the third guy, his head bald. He kissed me with equal hunger, his dick throbbing on my belly. Precum smeared across me as I was forced to endure this. Tears built in my eyes as he shoved me towards the fourth guy. Then the fifth. They passed my naked body around.

“What a scrumptious, little thing you are,” one said.

“We’ll fuck her straight, Mrs. Maxwell,” another said.

“I have complete faith in you boys,” Mom said as she watched and sipped at her wine.

“Mom,” I gasped as one guy grabbed my round breast in his rough grip. He ducked his head down and suckled my nipple into his mouth. My pussy clenched at the sudden burst of pleasure.

“We won’t let you down, Mrs. Maxwell,” another said as he dropped to his knees and pressed his face right into my shaved snatch.

“No, wait!” I gasped as his goatee rubbed into my pussy lips. Bristles massaged my sensitive flesh. This couldn’t be happening. “I don’t want to be straight!”

“You will be,” purred Mom as she took another sip of her wine, her eyes burning with delight. A smile played on her lips.

I shuddered as another of the studs grabbed my right breast. He latched on, too. I had them both suckling at my nipples while that nasty bastard licked at my pussy. He lapped at me, stroking me with his bold tongue that ... that ... knew where to lick. Men weren’t supposed to know how to eat cunt.

But he feasted on me. I shuddered there, hating the wiry curls of his goatee rubbing at my shaved cuntlips. The rasping sensation sent heat rippling through me as his tongue stroked my petals. He brushed my clit, teasing me.

My pussy grew wet. This couldn’t be happening. My head tossed from side to side, my nipples throbbing in the other two assholes’ mouths. They suckled with such hunger, sending delight shooting down to my pussy.

“No,” I whimpered.

“Mmm, is it getting your cunt all hot?” Mom taunted. “Is my little dyke getting turned on by a bunch of hairy, muscular men?”

“Of course not!” I spat out even as my cunt clenched, the liquid heat building in me.

“Mmm, she’s getting so wet, Mrs. Maxwell,” the goatee asshole growled into my cunt. “Just so fucking juicy!”

He thrust his tongue into my pussy. My eyes widened. I quivered as he stroked my juicy flesh, discovering just how wet I was. I was dripping with the growing excitement. My body betrayed me, enjoying what these men did to me. It was a nightmare. This could not be happening to me. It wasn’t fair. Wasn’t right.

Whiskers rasped on my cuntlips. My clit. Sparks burst from the naughty bud. I whimpered, my twat clenching about the jackass’s tongue swirling about in my cunt. The other two men groaned around my nipples, their passion vibrating about my nuts.

This could not be happening. An orgasm built in me.

A man was making me cum.

Men.

The other two watched with hungry looks on their faces, their big dicks thrusting out before them. They were wolves ready to feast on me, their bodies so strong and virile. This was insane. I wanted to screech my anger for the entire world to hear.

Goatee’s tongue licked through my folds again and fluttered against my clit. I sucked in a breath at the surge of delight swelling in my cunt. I tossed my head from side to side. This would not happen. I wouldn’t let it. I wouldn’t cum.

He suckled on my clit.

I gasped at the surge of bliss. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. The men suckled so hard on my nipples as that jackass nibbled on my clit with his strong lips. His strong hands grabbed my rump. Nothing soft or feminine about them. His whiskers rubbed against my shaved vulva.

I was about to cum on a man’s mouth. A fucking man!

“No, no, no,” I whimpered, shaking my head in denial.

“Mmm, that’s it,” cooed Mom, taking too much pleasure in this, “Cum on his mouth, you naughty dyke. Cum on a man’s mouth. I can tell it’s going to be a big one. You’re going to burst.”

“I ... I...” I fought so hard against my orgasm, straining against the pleasure. He suckled so hard. “I won’t. I won’t!”

“Oh, you will,” she purred. “Mmm, you’re my daughter. You were meant to love men. Dicks. You were confused by those nasty teachers. They put silly ideas in your head, but you’ll see. You’re a woman. You were meant to worship cocks. It’s in your DNA!”

The man suckled so hard on my clit. I shuddered as he nibbled on it. This was insane. My face contorted with delight. I shuddered, my body quivering with passion. This was so hot. So wild. I groaned, my face contorting with passion. I would have just such a huge burst of pleasure. Just a mighty explosion of cum. I groaned, my heart pounding.

He nibbled on my bud. His whiskers rubbed on my pussy. Why did that feel so good? Why did my pussy drink in that nasty rasping? The men suckled hard on my nipples. Pleasure shot from them down to my pussy. Why did this have to happen?

“NOOOOOO!” I screamed as I burst in ecstasy.

My pleasure gushed out of my cunt. I trembled there, my pussy juices gushing out and bathing Goatee’s whiskers. He groaned, drinking my cunt cream with passion. I bucked, my boobs jiggling in the two assholes’ grips as they kept suckling on me.

“Bravo,” my mother purred as the ecstasy rushed through me.

It felt so good.

My orgasm rushed through my body. I shuddered, shocked by how amazing this felt. How hard a man made me cum. I shuddered, my big boobs bouncing and heaving together. Stars danced across my vision. My face contorted with the bliss of this moment. It was an incredible rush to have all this ecstasy surging through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself as my mind drowned in rapture.

Mom smirked as I bucked through my orgasm. I swayed there, dizzy with the pleasure Goatee gave me. How could a man make me cum this hard? It wasn’t right. This wasn’t what I wanted. I craved Lottie’s soft lips on my cunt.

Not whiskers. Not rough hands on my ass. I hated this, but ... but ... It was so good. I whimpered as he kept licking my cunt. He lapped through my folds, gathering up the cream gushing out of me. I quivered there, my orgasm hitting the peak.

“Damn, it is time to fuck that bitch!” growled one of the men watching me.