Tammy And Gwynn

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Sorry for the slow publishing speed for this latest chapter. Life is busy. - annie.

Characters:

Tammy Jones - Poor innocent Tammy. Now 17 years old and no longer a virgin, she's still shy and innocent and really just wants to be a nice normal teenager.  Everything that happens to her is sad and awesome.

Gwynn Panzer: The evil Aunt who first destroys her Sister, Tammy's mom,  tormenting her until she was able to get her committed to an insane asylum and now has taken guardianship over her innocent niece.  Now begins the long process of destroying Tammy.  She's fucked her niece and taken her flowers.  She's tall and looks a bit like Angelina Jolie  although a bit older.

Becky and Kari Panzer:  Gwynn's daughters, almost as evil as she is.

Summary:

Tammy finally gets to see her mom after so many weeks.  The reunion is everything Gwynn hoped it would be.  

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Tammy woke up in her horrible room.  Her Aunt Gwynn had wired up the alarm to turn on the tv and start playing lesbian bondage porn as her wake up.  Her room was now painted a bright pink and adorned with posters of girls being used by women just like the designer Victoria Ellings had proposed.  The worst of it was the large poster of her Aunt's pussy at the foot of her bed, a close up, 48" X 36" poster, with the vagina wet and looking larger than real life.

It was a nightmare.

She was dressed as her Aunt had commanded her last night in a pink see-through babydoll nightie and tiny g-string panties.  Tammy had a choice, she could have chosen naked instead, but having clothes on even these meager ones was better than none.  She was naked so often now-a-days.

She tried not to watch to lesbian porn on the TV, she wanted to pull her pillow over her head, but she knew if her Aunt came in, what was expected of her.  Gwynn would be upset if she were not watching it and while watching, masturbating.  Tammy did not want to upset Gwynn first thing in the morning.  She didn't want another spanking, her Aunt was getting worse each time, hitting harder, and with a higher count.  Reluctantly Tammy rolled onto her back and propped her pillows up a bit and started to watch.

She watched as a young girl was naked with her hands bound behind her back and kneeling between a woman's thighs licking her pussy.  Another woman was walking around with a cane occasionally whipping the young girls back.  There was already a bunch of red whelts lining it.

WACK! went the cane and the girl squealed again while keeping her tongue on the other woman's cunt.

Tammy reluctantly slid her hand down into her tiny panties and started playing with her clit.  She knew what her Aunt wanted her to do and started to slide in and out of her vagina and alternating that with playing with her clit.  She started really trying, watching as the camera focused on a close up of the teenagers tongue buried in the older woman's pussy, licking and penetrating the moist folds of her quim.  Until WHACK, another swipe from teh cane, the girl would squeal, grit her teeth briefly against the pain and then get back to licking.

She looked so young, Tammy wondered if the video was legal.

Against her better nature, Tammy started to get wet and moist herself and even though she hated herself for it, the image of three beautiful women, even though one was a slave, engaged in sex, turned her on, her arousal grew in spite of herself and her masturbation sped with her growing lustful thoughts.  For she saw herself in place of the young girl now, it seemed only natural.  She could almost taste the musk of the woman's pussy.

Her door opened then.  Her aunt peered in and leaned casually against the door jam, dressed only in her long see-through pink bathrobe, loosely tied in front.  She crossed her arms which had the affect of raising her large breasts proudly.  Tammy glanced and immediately saw her aunt's nipples were hard, but she looked back at the TV (as she knew her Aunt would want) and continued to Jill herself off faster and faster, until her orgasm overtook her and she came.  

She came in complete and total humiliation and realized that her Aunt's control over her was virtually complete.  

"Well done Tammy-puss.  Now how about a wake up lick too."  And with that statement and little warning, Gwynn stepped to the bed, climbed up and straddled her young teenage niece's face.  Tammy's eyes went wide, but she didn't protest, she just opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and started licking.  The pussy in front of her was just like the poster at the end of her bed.  

She licked and licked and licked.

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Later, after Gwynn had used Tammy, molested her in the shower (which had become a daily occurance), and then dressed Tammy as she wanted, they were down in the kitchen.  Tammy's two cousins were there too eating breakfast.

Tammy was dressed for the day in a tiny mini skirt that hugged her hips, little bigger than a tube top.  Everything was hidden, but just barely.  Of course there were no panties on under it.  For a top she wore a light pink colored tank top that read "pussy" with a heart on it that stretched across her breasts, her little nipples poking up behind the "p" and the "y".  Gwynn was dressed in her best silk suit and matching pumps, light cream colored with a white dress blouse on with it.  She towered over her niece who only had flip flop sandals on.

Tammy was cooking breakfast for the rest of the family.

Gwynn sat down around the kitchen table with her two daughters.  They were dressed normally in jeans and t-shirts. Gwynn smiled at her daughters and said, "Big day today Tammy, do you know what we are going to do?"

"No Auntie?" she answered as she put the finishing touches to the strawberry crepe she was making for Becky.  Tammy turned and started to bring the breakfast plate over to her cousin.

"Well, we're going to go visit your mom."

Tammy dropped the plate, it shattered and splattered all over the kitchen.

"Fuck! you stupid cunt, can't you do anything right."  Screamed Kari at her.

"I'm sorry cousin," she said, knowing that Kari liked the formal tone.

Gwynn grimaced a grimace that was almost a smile of pleasure, "How unfortunate, we'll have to punish you later for your clumsiness.  Clean this up and finish making our breakfast.  We'll be leaving in an hour."

Tammy got on her knees and started cleaning up the mess.  Too excited and happy that she was going to see her mom after so long to care about any upcoming punishment.

*****

The drive was longer than Tammy thought it would be.  They took the Porsche Cayenne.  Gwynn drove and on the way they stopped to pick up Tammy's Psychologist, Dr. Vokley.  

When the doctor got in the car she looked back where Tammy is sitting between her two cousins, "Hi girls."  She winked at Tammy and whistled taking in the scene.

Tammy's cousin's each had a leg of Tammy's spread across their laps, Tammy's tiny skirt had rode up and was now scrunched around her waist, her bare pussy wet and Kari's fingers penetrating in and out, in and out.

"Hi" Kari and Becky answer, Tammy doesn't say anything her eyes are closed and she is panting.

"Hello Tammy, are you obeying your aunt?  We all just want you to be a good lesbian you know."

Tammy is shocked by the question but still manages a weak nod in answer.  Kari pulls her fingers out of Tammy's pussy and has Tammy lick them as Becky reaches down and inserts her fingers in her younger cousin's pussy and starts finger fucking the young teen.

"Well I hope you are excited to see your Mom, we all want to see her progress."

She sat down in front and Gwynn drove on towards the asylum.

Tammy got finger fucked her all the way to the institute.

*****

Dr. Zanier stood at the door to the institute flanked by two dour but beautiful women in white lab coats.  She was dressed in an impeccable black dress with pearls.

"Come in, come in," she smiled in such a sinister manner that Tammy felt it in her bones as a cold electric chill of evil, "This is such an exciting day," she turned towards Tammy and spoke to her directly, "Your aunt is so devoted to your mother to put her through our...treatment.  You won't believe what a delightful creature she has become."

Tammy's eyes grew wide, [what did she mean by that, by "creature"?], she thought.

Tammy glanced around, the rest of women on the doorstep all seemed happy and excited. [Monsters, they're all monsters...] thought Tammy.  [What have they done to my mom?].

Dr. Zanier stepped up next to Tammy and took her arm and led her into the Asylum, "Let's retire to the parlor first and get acquainted."  With that she led the frightened, scantily clad teen into the imposing mansion.  As Tammy entered the expansive foyer the temperature dropped steeply and goosebumps popped on her arms.  The marble floor and sweeping stairway to the upstairs would have been an elegant room if it weren't for the evil presence it evoked.  The mold in the corners, the stains in the floor that looked like dried blood, the broken mirror still on the wall.  All of it presented the appearance of a place of evil.

Tammy started to shake, whether from fear or cold she couldn't distinguish.

"Aren't you just the cutest little thing." Said Dr. Zanier as she reached up and pinched the teens pointy nipple through her thin tank top, squeezing the "p" in "pussy".

"Eeeek." Squealed Tammy, she squirmed to get away, but the Doctor's soft grip on her arm turned into an iron vice and held her firmly.

"Hee hee," laughed Dr. Zanier, "Look how pointy her nipples are, she must be so excited to see her mom."

SMACK! Gwynn spanked Tammy on her half exposed naked ass, the tiny skirt had rode up halfway, "Don't be rude Tammy, stop squirming." But she didn't, she couldn't, this was too much, she was entering HELL and she knew it.  Dr. Zanier was the devil!!  

Tammy wriggled and twisted and tried to free herself.  The doctor laughed and let her wiggle in her grasp for a few seconds and then let her go.  "ha ha ha, yes yes yes, still spunky, I loooove it!"  Tammy fell on her naked butt then scrambled to her feet and sprinted from the room out one of the side doors.

"let her go, let her go, she can't go anywhere.  I'll send an orderly after her." Doctor Zanier yelled after the terrified teen, "Run little pussy, Run! ha ha ha ha".  Tammy fled.  Her flip flops were slowing her down and so she kicked them off and ran barefoot.

She pushed her way through the first door into a dark hallway of the Asylum and looked for a place to hide.  She tried the door to her right in the dimly lit corridor but it was locked.  She tried the next one which was luckily unlocked and entered.

It was a small room with four chairs facing what looked like an interior window.  The room was dark, and she locked the door behind her.

She heard feet trundle down the hall outside and she breathed a sigh of relief.  Then a bright light flicked on in the room next door.  The "window" was just that, she now could see into the adjoining room and gasped in horror as she saw a beautiful naked woman suspended from the ceiling by her tightly bound wrists, she hung limply, her shoulders pulled in an exhausted pose with the light spotlighting down on her helpless limp body.  Sweat glistened from her trim body, dripping off her body, Tammy was looking right at her and noticed how perfect her breasts were and how the drips ran down and fell from the perfect globes.  The woman's hair hung disheveled from her drooping head.

Tammy saw then the door in the back of the room open with a bright shaft of light. In walked a strong looking woman in black leather from neck to toe.  She noticed the woman's boots because they looked like Doc Martins, Tammy didn't know why she focused on the boots, but they were the blackest shiniest part of the woman's outfit.

She closed the door behind her and became nothing but a dark silhouette as the spotlight shown tightly on the bound hanging woman.

Then out of the shadows came a swish and Tammy saw a black whip strike the back of the hanging woman who jumped at the painful whipping and screamed in pain!

Tammy screamed in the room by herself.  

The evil shadow-woman swung the whip again and sliced into the nude and helpless woman again and she screamed once more and then started to helplessly cry between flays. Sobbing against her bonds, hanging limp between strikes.

Tammy screamed a third time at the next strike and then screamed "NO!" as the third one landed, she banged on the glass before she could stop herself.  Tammy watched in horror as the silhouette sauntered over to the window glass and right up to it.  Tammy watched as the woman on the other side leaned in close, cupped her hands around her eyes and peered through the one-way glass.  

Then she smiled, pointed and beckoned for Tammy to come join her.

Tammy stepped back away and towards the door to get out as the silhouette swung the vicious whip once again to slice into the helpless naked woman.  She screamed again as Tammy struggled with the door, opened it and ran out to the dim hallway again.

Over the intercom came Dr. Zanier's voice, "Ooooh my pretty little pussy.  Where can you run to now?" and then she laughed some more.

Tammy was crying now as she scrambled down the hallway as the evil laughter followed her.

She tried another door and it opened and she went in and collapsed on the floor of the room.  At least this room was dark.  She sat on the floor, hugged her knees to her chest and cried quietly, hoping to hide as long as she could.

But it wasn't to be, another light came on in another adjoining room.

She started in fear at what may be going on.  She heard some rhythmic whining, like a small forest animal caught in a trap and whimpering.  Tammy wiped her eyes and slowly stood up.  

She started bawling again when she saw what was in the next room.  It was another black leather clad woman, this time the woman was equipped with a huge strapon cock.  In front of her, painfully bound to a table was another helpless naked woman. The bound woman was facing the glass and looked up as Tammy stood.  The whining sound was coming from her, it was all she could do, in her mouth was a large ball gag, painfully stretching her lips, drool dropping to the cement floor beneath her.

The woman looked at her as she was fucked relentlessly.  Tammy could tell she was crying and whining with each vicious plunge of the strapon.  She saw the gloved hands of the orderly gripping the tortured woman's hips as the black clad woman thrusting into the bound woman with a glint of evil joy in her eye.

Thrust! "Wihhhnnn!"  came the high pitched cry from the woman.

Thrust! "Wihhhnnn!"  

Thrust! "Wihhhnnn!"  

Tammy's sobs restarted deeper and full.  She was in hell. 

Tammy screamed a full throated scream and ran out of the room.  She stumbled out into the hallway again and ran down the tiled hallway past a slew of doors.  Tammy shook her head as she ran,  convinced there was new horrors behind each one, each hiding a helpless woman being tortured.  She was of course correct.  

Doctor Zanier's laughter came across the intercom, "Ha ha ha ha, run pussy run, you'll become part of my playground soon enough."

"NNNOOOOOOOO!" screamed Tammy as she continued to run on, her bare feet padding down the slate floor. She turned a corner and stopped in shock.  Even after all she had seen the sight before her was enough to make her scream again.  The hallway was lined with naked and bound women, four down the wall to her left and four down the hall to her right.

They were severely bound.  Their necks in steel ring attached to the wall, holding their head still.  They all had big, black plastic helmets, their eyes covered looking like a military helmet from science fiction.  Their wrists pulled back and secured to the wall in similar but smaller rings as the one around their necks.  This pulled their shoulders back and pushed their chests out.  Tammy could see red whelts across their breasts, wicked red lines from horrible whippings lined each of them.  Blood was dribbling from several of the wicked swipes.

All of this registered in her mind in a split second.  The whiplines, the helmet, the ring bound neck and wrists.

But she took more time looking at the rest.  

For the women were all forced into a kneeling position and knelt on a machine of dark metal, curved like the prow of a boat and at the center, under the women's crotch were two pistoning shafts of black shiny ribbed material, drilling into the helpless women.

Tammy's mouth opened in amazement.  Here was wholesale sexual torture.  Not one by one, but production line.  She took a couple hesitant steps and then hopped back as her feet encountered a streaming cold puddle on the floor.

She noticed streams of fluid from all the women whether urine or orgasmic juices, she couldn't tell, but now she saw that all of the women and peed or orgasmed enough that a stream a fluid ran off the machine between their thighs and down the gentle slope to the middle of the floor, where all the wet effluence collected together in a cold stream of female ejaculate.  

Tammy started crying again as Dr. Zanier's voice came across the intercom again, "Poor Tammy-puss, you don't know the joys I will get playing with you."

Tammy heard the machines underneath the women's crotch change tone then and speed up, doubling in speed, winding their mechanical note higher.  The women squealed as their fucking got turned up.

"I'm begging your Aunt to leave you with me today?"

Again Tammy heard the machines increase their fucking pace.  Tammy saw several of the women start to convulse and the moaning and squealing sounds increased until first one woman orgasmed and then another.

"You see how I love my women so!"

And the machines increased again until all 8 women were in orgasmic siezures and Tammy could see squirting of juices running down the machine and down the quivering thighs of the women to dribble on the floor and flow into the growing puddle in the middle of the floor.  Their bound hands prevented them from moving much and they all shook and bucked on the mechanical cocks going in and out of the pussy and ass.  

The eight of them were now all mewling and squealing in ecstacy as the orgasm controlled by the evil doctor went on and on.

Tammy screamed then in complete terror and felt herself get weak in the knees, her vision tunnel, and fell on her face, her last consious thought was [no please no, not in the puddle].

But it was hopeless she blacked out and the young teen fell face first down into the puddle of female juices.  Yes it was a mix of urine and cum and Tammy ended up sprawled in the puddle, her small tank top and miniture skirt getting completely soaked by it.

Dr. Zanier's laughter echoed through the hallways.

---  The Asylum - Samantha ---

Samantha lay naked on the cold cement floor, huddled, with her legs drawn up and her arms hugging them tight.  Drool was coming out of her mouth and her eyes were glazed and unfocused.  As was usual for almost 24 hours per day, the walls and ceiling of her cell were playing Lesbian videos, nonstop.  She must have watched weeks of continuous girl on girl sex now.  Whenever she was not participating in another evil experiment or training session with the Doctor or her assistants she was in her cell, inundated with constant lesbian sex.  

Rough sex, bondage sex, strapons, cunnalingus, analingus, loving sex, girls, women.  Everything.

Then abruptly it stopped.

All she heard was the drip drip of water from her hose down cleaning an hour ago.

She didn't move, relishing the mere seconds of peace between the videos and whatever "treatment" she was about to receive.

The heavy metal door clunked and opened and she heard the sound of someone come in.  She smelled channel No. 5 and she knew then that it was her Mistress, her sister.  Without thought, her training kicked in.  This woman was the woman she had been broken for.  Who she had been trained and drugged and beaten and fucked for.  Her brain knew of only one behavior, like the beaten pavlov bitch that she was.

She rose into a kneeling position and spread her legs, clasped her hands low and behind her back and kept her gaze lowered.  This was position one.  She had been drilled into this position until it was an almost unconcious position she took when her sister came in the room.  The good doctor had used smells and sounds and duplicate women that looked like her sister until Samantha reacted without thought or will.

When her sister entered the room Samantha took this position, always.

"God that is sexy," said her sister, "You like this, trained to be my fuck slave."  She slowly walked up to her sister and stood behind her and trailed a finger slowly across Samantha's back.  Samantha started at her touch but quickly composed herself and let Gwynn's posessive touch cross her shoulders.

"Yes, this has been worth all the money I've paid, to get my sister back the way I've dreamed my whole life, as my personal fuck sister."  And she walked around in front of Samantha.  "mmmmmm mmmmmmm."  she made yummy sounds.  "You look so good like this."

Samantha kept her eyes down.  Her unkempt hair hung around her face, still wet from the hosing an hour ago, red whelts lined her body from the whippings and canings she routinely received, partly for punishment, partly for no reason at all, all to indoctrinate her place. 

Her mind was the same as her hair, disheveled.  Unable to hold much coherent thought anymore, only to obey and please her sister.  All else results in punishment.  Her mouth began to water in anticipation of licking Gwynn's pussy.  Would her Mistress-Sister let her?  

She stole a half glance up at her Sister's crotch, blocked from her by the fine silk pants Gwynn had on.  So close and yet her tongue could not reach it.

"Ah ha, you little dyke, you're thinking of my pussy, as you should be."  said Gwynn as she sauntered closer to Samantha untill her silk covered pussy was an inch from her Sister's nose.  "You may smell me slave."

Samantha leaned slightly and breathed in the heady scent of her sister's sex.

"Yes, that is your temple now.  Smell it, breath deeply Samantha."  Gwynn forced herself to stop, this was getting out of hand.  She was going to love having her sister around to fuck and abuse, but not yet, today was a special event.  She stepped away from Samantha mid inhale, her sister had her eyes closed relishing her sister's smell, the smell she had been trained for, she leaned forward as her sister walked away and almost fell on her face from the longing.

[Gwynn oh fuck Gwynn, Gwynn, Gwynn, Gwynn, Gwynn, fuck fuck], she thought.  Her brain was trained so tightly it was almost short circuited on the phreremones of her sisters cunt.

She moaned.

"My oh my, you are my slut aren't you." Said Gwynn. "We'll see you after lunch Samantha, I am sooooo looking forward to it."  Gwynn was smiling as she walked out of the room.

---- Tammy  ------

Tammy woke.  She was disoriented at first.  She was cold.

Her wrists are bound to a chair and her ankles as well.  She was sitting at a fancy dining table with lunch in front of her.  And she was freezing cold.  She looked down and saw that she was still in her clothes only now they were soaked with female juices.  Her tiny tank top completely soaked and see through, she looked like a slut in a wet t-shirt contest.  The denim of her tiny skirt was two shades darker from the wetness.

"ahhh our escapee has woken."  Said Dr. Zanier seated right next to Tammy at the head of the table.

Tammy couldn't answer because she had a painful ball gag in her mouth.  A string of drool lined down from her chin to her chest.

Tammy looked around the rest of the table and saw her evil aunt and cousins and her psychologist Dr. Vokley there as well.

Tammy shook her head and struggled in her bindings as Doctor Zanier laughed.  "Please ladies, let's finish our lunch and continue with the day's festivities.  It's already been an unexpectedly fun day and I can't wait for the rest of it."

Tammy couldn't eat the lunch with them, being constrained by her bonds, she looked on in near terror as the women casually ate their entrees and talked small talk.  She shivered from the wetness, her shirt glistening and transparent.  She started to cry as she was bound and ignored.

----- Samantha -----

She was disoriented. She felt warm.

She was naked but warm, sitting in front of a mirror with two women doting on her.  She was so confused, they had allowed her to shower and now were doing a full makeover on her.  Makeup, hair, shaving in all her private places.  Of course it included an enema to clean her out, and a douche for her vagina, but they did it gently as part of the pimping her for her performance.  And to Samantha now, so used to abuse, the gentleness of the enema, and the warmth of the fluid were a pure joy. 

All the while they fussed over her telling her about how important this day was, how this was the test for her new Mistress, how if she did well she would finally be allowed to go serve at her Mistress's house.  

But she must do well.

Samantha knew she wouldn't fail whatever the test.  She loved Gwynn and wanted so much to be allowed to worship her body, she would do anything.

Samantha practically purred at the thought of her upcoming test.  

[I hope its a young pussy to lick, I love pussies]  she thought.

She must do well.

---- Tammy ----

Gwynn smiled as she sipped the glass of fine wine, "Doctor, don't you think its time for this afternoon's...eh...event?"

"hmmm...yes yes, of course."  And with that she snapped her fingers and a couple strong hands grabbed the back of Tammy's chair and she squealed through the ball gag as the entire chair, with the teenager bound firmly to it, was dragged backwards away from the table.  All the ladies at the table turned to watch her as she was dragged out of the room.  Tammy realized that her legs bound as they were, spread to the chair, gave all them an unobstructed view of her vagina.

She whimpered as they went through a door, down the hallway and into another room.  It looked like a small theatre from what Tammy could see.  There were several rows of seating and an area up front for what looked like an operating table.  

It was an operating theatre!

Her wimpering turned to a squeal as thoughts of the evil procedures that had been performed in this theatre, procedures that had been shown off to the sick sadists in the crowd.  She pictured the evil women drooling as their poor victms were cut and modified.

She was dragged to the center of the room, where the procedures took place and in place of an operating table there stood a glittering white and steel gynocologist chair.  It looked brand new and sanitized.  The seats for the viewers were close, for they had to be to clearly watch any procedure, to witness the blood and torture.  And in Tammy's case, she would be exposed completely in close quarters with the audience.

Nothing was left to chance.  Four strong women with arm muscles of corded cutness, worked in practiced efficiency to unbind Tammy from the chair.  She struggled at first but it was like struggling against the strength of oak or rock.  Merciless and unmoving.  They quickly lifted her into the chair and locked her wrists and ankles into the evil device.

One of them pulled out a remote and pressed a couple buttons.  The seat arm holding Tammy's wrists wirred and moved until her arms were pulled above her head, then the leg appendages wirred and twisted and spread until Tammy's legs were spread up and wide, almost in the splits.  For the women in the front row of the seats, her pussy was no further than 6 or 7 feet away, gaping and inviting.

They stepped back then and three beautiful nude women came forth and prepared Tammy.  They cut her clothes away leaving her naked in the chair.  She was sponge bathed with warm water, particular attention was placed on her vagina and asshole.

She was given an enema of warm rose water and a douche of the same.  And sponge bathed again.

Then she was oiled from neck to toe.  The oil was thick and sweetly pungent and they rubbed her deeply with full handfulls of oil.  It dripped off her elbows and buttocks.  She had a sheen of oil.

Then at the last the women took turns licking her pussy.  First one got down on her knees and began licking, mostly her pussy and clit but working down on her anus as well.  Alternating tongue fucking and nibbling and flicking and sucking.  Until Tammy was panting and no matter how hard she fought, the experienced tongue of the women between her legs brought her to her first shuddering orgasm.

She stood up and was replaced by the next woman, who started on her anus and stayed there, sucking and kissing and inserting her nimble tongue as deep as she could.  When Tammy was rising in an orgasm again, she shifted to her pussy and clit and brought the panting teen to her second orgasm.

She stood and was replaced by the third woman.  Who also expertly used the girl and brought her to the brink of another orgasm. Until she was an oily sweaty orgasmed mess of a girl.  Dripping oil and sweat and juices and her mind unable to hold a coherent thought.  The women sucking her cunt were experts, being near graduates of the Doctor's program.

As she approached her third orgasm the girl licking her pussy stopped and stood up and all the women left the room.  Tammy was left alone in the room, left a panting, mewling, a dripping mess on the chair.  Her pussy glistening in the spotlight.  Her sweat pooling beneath her back.

And that is how she looked as the group of women entered from their lunch, chatting, smiling with their glasses of expensive bordeaux wine.  

They were provided with the gorgeous view of a young nubile woman, bound helplessly, dripping in a mix of oil and juices and sweat, her body heaving and panting in near ecstacy, her ribs visibly rising with each frustrated pant of pent up sex.  Her legs spread widely before them and her pussy pulsing in wanting.

Gwynn was stunned by the erotic dream of vulnerable nude perfection that was her niece, bound and dripping.   

"Oh my god,"  she said and grabbed Doctor Zanier's arm, "Oh my god, Doctor, you make wishes come true."  Gwynn was awestruck as she watched rivulets of oil and sweat drip off the girl and drip of juice gently dribble out of the teen's pussy and down her crack to fall to the floor where a puddle had formed around the small drain in the floor..

"It's beautiful."  Gwynn was overcome with emotion and almost crying in joy.

"It has truly been a pleasure Gwynn,"  and she motioned for the dozen women to their observation seats.  There wasn't a bad seat in the house, the second row of seats was higher enough to still have a clear view of Tammy's pussy.  The women sat down.

Doctor Zanier stood in front of Tammy and addressed the audience.  "Ladies, this is a special day.  For Gwynn of course but for you as well."  She smiled with her usual evil glint, "We do often have a final test for our clients and their new slaves, but rarely one as special as this."

Doctor Zanier slowly walked up next the terrified and near orgasmic Tammy, turned towards the girl and held her hands out in almost reverence, "This!"  she said, "This is something special, I have cum so many times dreaming of this day.  Even before Samantha came into our Asylum, early in our planning with Gwynn, I was masturbating to this vision of perfection.  The helpless daughter... god she's a beautiful thing.  The mother to service her...oooh.  Even now it is a culmination of my life's work."

She turned to the crowd, "My masterpiece,"  She smiled warmly and clasped her hands in front of her, "Thank you Gwynn for giving me the opportunity to make this happen, this is the happiest moment of my life."

"You're so welcome Doctor, it is a special day for me as well."

The Doctor turned back to Tammy then, "Tammy, you are the most important person here." she said as she languidly placed her hand on Tammy's oily tummy, "You are the final mmm...test," said Dr. Zanier as her hand slid slowly down over Tammy's mons and she slid her middle finger gently into the folds of Tammy's oil-juicy cunt, Tammy moaned and closed her eyes, "the final," she slid a finger inside the girl's vagina, Tammy's eyes rolled back into her head, all the orgasms from the naked women and now the molestation by the doctor, it was too much, she was going crazy. "...the final test for your mom."  in and out her finger went into the helpless girls pussy.

Tammy was crying and panting and moaning, her chest was heaving in rapid breaths, the edge of her ribs visible with each quick breath, her back arched.  The orgasm that approached was a defeat of complete humiliation.  She was exposed to the women in the theatre in front of her, her legs splayed, her most private places oiled and moist, the doctor's fingers clearly visible sliding in and out of her pussy.  The crescendo hit her, crushed her will and she came with a gutteral scream.

"ooh my,  you are soooo ready," said the doctor as she pulled her finger out and slowly licked it clean.  "mmmmm mmmmmm"

Tammy was openly sobbing into her ball gag now.  Her chest heaving from her orgasm, mixed with wracking sobs.

"You are so beautiful like this," said Doctor Zanier.  "Just right.'

With that she turned and clapped her hands.  The side door opened and in the light of the hallway, framed perfectly in the soft glow of the lights stood an angel.  Tammy leaned her head to the side, Tammy moaned a "no" when she recognized her mother.

Samantha came into the room with her head down and her arms clasped behind her back.  entering slowly, following her training.

Tammy gasped, her mom had been made up to look beautiful.  Her hair was perfect, her face tastefully made up. A perfect woman.

She was almost naked but not quite.  She wore the simplest of lingerie, the lightest of babydolls.  Just a simple veil of a negligie, simply tied above her breasts and then a loose flighty pink veil over her nakedness that came down to just below her privates.  It hid nothing and only added to the beauty and perfection of Samantha's sexual allure.

Tammy was panting and confused.

Samantha walked slowly up to the front row of seats and found her sister there and knelt in front of her as she had been trained.  She bent her head down as she had been taught, clasped her hands behind her back as she had been instructed and whipped to learn.

"I am yours sister." she said quietly.

Gwynn smiled and tried so hard to look nonchalant, but inside she was ecstatic, and screaming in joy!  HERS HERS!  Samantha was HERS!  [Mine all Mine!] she thought.  She was awestruck at seeing her sister this way.  She had abused her sister for years in a dependent lesbian domination "relationship", but to see her like this in complete submission, unconditional submission.  Gwynn was living out her dream.

She got herself under control and realized that all the gathered women were waiting for a response.  "Perfect my pet, perfect." she finally said and let out a shuddering breath, trying to hide her excitement.

Dr. Zanier took a few elegant steps to Gwynn put her hand on her arm, "Gwynn dear, she's ready for her final test."  And they all looked up at the naked bound Tammy as the poor girl was still panting and dripping oil on the floor, her pussy in full view of the seated women, the moist lips invitingly open.

Tammy shook her head and moaned.

"Come." and she brought Gwynn over to Tammy's side.  "Now Gwynn, order your sister-slave to kneel between Tammy's legs."  Doctor Zanier's eyes were wide and glistening in anticipation.

"Samantha."  Said Gwynn, "come here."  and she pointed to the spot on the floor between Tammy's splayed thighs.  The tendons at Tammy's hips were pulled taut, she was so exposed.

Samantha stood and took the two short steps and knelt between her daughters thighs.

"Slave, lick your daughter's pussy, lick her until you make her scream in ecstacy."  Said Gwynn.

Samantha placed her hands on her daughters thighs, which caused Tammy to twitch in horror.

"mmmphhh."  she tried to say and she looked down at her mom between her legs with pleading eyes and shook her head in a hopeless plea. "Mmmhph, MMMMMMM." 

Samantha looked up at her and smiled.  Then, with eyes of blank pleasure, stuck her tongue out and licked her daughters pussy with a long slow flavor filled swipe, lapping up the copious mix of her daughters juices and dripping scented oil.  To Samantha it was heaven.

To Tammy it was hell.  She arched her back as she felt her mom's tongue touch her vagina.  She screamed into her ballgag a helpless "NO" but the sound was an uninteligable "MMMMMMMMMMMM!!" that deterioriated into sobs.

Samantha started licking in earnest.  Working the girl's pussy as she had been painfully trained.  First some licks within the folds then up to nibble on her daughter's clit, then back with some quick flicks.  Always surprising, always increasing the girls arousal and pushing her higher towards an orgasm.

Tammy fought it.  She fought it with all her might.  She was panting and repeating "no" through her ball gag, "mmph, mmmmph, mmmmphf! mmmmph!"  But she could feel the hopelessness of her resistance.  Her mom had been painstakenly trained for months at pleasuring women and Tammy had been prepared for hours to be on the brink.

But still she fought on.

Her chest now rising and falling in rapid puffs, each associated with a muffled "mmmpfh".  The oil dripping off her chest was shaken in dropplets as she convulsed in her battle against her mothers flicking tongue.

It was then that Doctor Zanier interjected, "The poor thing, she is starting to hyperventalate, I think we should remove her ball gag to help her."

She reached under Tammy's head and unbuckled the ball gag

"Noooo Moooommmmmmyyyyyy!!!"  She screamed now there her mouth was free, "NO-No-no-NO-NOOOOOO  aaaIIIIeeeeee AAaahh mooommmmm, mom, sob, sob, mom, mommy,"  and she started to cry.

Doctor Zanier stood behind Tammy and raised her hands in triumph at her cries and pleas, like a maestro conducting a full orchestra, she beemed in triumph as her victim wallowed in abject humiliation and orgasmic desire.

"Yesss.  Yes yes!"  she hissed with rabid eyes wide with vile energy.

Samantha kept licking and sucking as her daughter's sobs turned to moans and rose in pitch and speed.  "No, no, unh, mom, mommy, no, mmmmy,mmmunh, mmom, unh, ahh, ahh, ahh, Mom, Mom, mommy, no, no, no, no, mom, no, unh, oh god, oh god, oh god mom, unh."

On it went, the frequency of her mother's tongue driving the rhythm of Tammy's moans and cries.  Samantha looked up at her daughter's naked and glistening body and was in awe at the power she possessed.  She smiled as she nibbled at Tammy's clit, feeling warm pleasure zinging from her brain down her spine and out to her toes and fingers.  Her entire being focused on her daughter's lovely vagina.

This was what she loved!

This was perfection. Between a woman's thighs, servicing them to orgasm.  She loved it.

And Gwynn felt a tear stream down her cheek as she started to cry in joy.  All the years of dreaming and planning, finally.  FINALLY!  She had what she wanted.  She OWNED her sister.  

She OWNED her.

She owned another person and she was an object to use as she wanted.  Not just any person either, her beautiful sister, now hers.  God it was so beautiful, the mom licking the daughter.  It was literally more than she had dreamed of.  

"Doctor..."  she started but she was overcome with emotion and couldn't continue.

And still Tammy fought the approaching orgasm, it was all she had left.  She couldn't cum on her mother's tongue, she just couldn't, wouldn't.

And she struggled, her breathing increased, her chest heaved, the bones of her rib cage flexing in quickening panicked breaths.  She couldn't.

And she fought it, the ministrations of her mother the lesbian slave.

But she couldn't stop it.

Samantha knew she had her.  It was then she finished her.

Samantha slid her middle finger into her daughter's oily anus.  From entry to full finger in one smooth penetration.  She knew Tammy was helpless, ready and poised.

"AAAAEEEIEIIIII MOOOMMMMMYYYYYYY AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIII IHIHI!" Tammy came.  

Her whole body convulsed, her back arched, she jerked violently against her straps as the vile icestuous orgasm consumed her.  Her mommy-gasm broke over her in waves of pleasure and humiliation and she sobbed amd screamed and moaned as her mom finger fucked her ass and nibbled her clit.

She had failed.

It had been inevitable.

--- Interlude - The Asylum ---

They stood on the steps of the Asylum about to head home from the days events.  Gwynn and the other women all smiles.

"Thank you for a perfect day Doctor." said Gwynn.

"You are most welcome Gwynn."  Doctor Zanier answered, smiling wickedly, "The pleasure was all mine really."

They hugged.

"When will she be ready for delivery?"

"Oh she's almost ready, today was of course the most important day.  We'll be shipping her to you on the 16th."

"Excellent, we so look forward to welcoming her back home."

"You're sure you won't leave little Tammy with us?"

"No Doctor, not yet anyways, I enjoy her predicament so much, and now with Samantha coming home.  It is going to be sooooo delicious.  I can't bear to part with her."

"All right, I won't say I'm not dissapointed but..."  She snapped her fingers.

Two grim female orderlies dragged the disheveled Tammy out onto the front porch.  She lay there like a lump of girl clay, inert, still wet from oil and cum, her hair a tangle.

"We've sedated her, she was pretty...eh...over-wrought after the tryst with her mommy."  Again the good doctor smiled like a crocidile, "I assume you want her in the back of your Cayenne in the state she's in?"

"ugh, she is a bit disgusting at the moment.  Yes, let's toss her in back."

She popped the back of the Cayenne and the two orderlies roughly tossed the naked teenager in back of the Porsche.  With that they finished saying their goodbyes and the group of women walked down the cracked steps, across the driveway to their Porsche got in and left.

Doctor Zanier sighed.  The pleasure of the day left her as she had to return inside.

She had so much to do.

While project 2173 (Samantha) had been a resounding success, there was the matter of project 1843, this one had not broken cleanly.

She sighed again as she reached her office.  A failure like this was a stain on her business.  Decisions, decisions.  Arabia, Russia, China?  Where could she ship the faulty merchandise to rid herself of failure.  Sure the woman would probalby not last the year, but that was of little importance.  

Improving her system, staying profitable, continuing her life's work.  That was what was most important.

She picked up the phone and called Vasily.  Russia it was.

--- Interlude 2 - Home again, home again ---

It was dark out when Tammy finally woke up.  

She found herself in her pink room again, naked, sticky and spent.  She felt sore all over from ths convulsions from hours of orgasms on the tongues of many women especially her mom.

[Oh God Mommmy] she thought back on the events of the day and curled up into a ball and started to cry again.

She cried at her life, sobbing softly as the moonlight came through the window and highlighted her Aunt's moist pussy at the foot of her bed.

It made her cry all the more.