CHAPTER 57: CRUEL SARAH

Before Jennifer could fully comprehend the strange sensations overtaking her body, Sarah brought the whip down once more, this time striking the other side of her face.

The pain was immediate, but this time it was accompanied by an even more distinct, unsettling numbness that spread through her cheek.

After delivering two strikes, Sarah stepped forward, seized Jennifer by the collar of her floor-length white gown, and viciously tore it to shreds. She cast the ruined fabric aside, leaving Jennifer exposed in nothing but a complete set of black lace lingerie.

"Mother dresses so provocatively," Sarah remarked coldly, forcefully pulling down Jennifer’s bra to expose her large, snow-white breasts, similar in shape to her own but a full size larger to the cool air.

"Who exactly are you wearing this for?"

As a forty-year-old mature married woman, Jennifer considered such undergarments ordinary, and Sarah understood that, but it didn’t stop her from using the opportunity to humiliate her.

"This..." Jennifer gasped, struggling to breathe properly after the rough handling. "This is just... normal clothing."

Sarah paid no heed to Jennifer’s weak protests. She shoved Jennifer down onto the bed, lifted her long, slender legs with one hand, and with a show of dominance, used the other to yank down her panties, exposing her neatly trimmed lower body.

A slight dizziness washed over Sarah as a belated realization struck her: this was the very place from which she had been born.

The beautiful woman before her, who shared a sixty to seventy percent resemblance with her, had used that body to give her life, only to abandon her later.

This thought fueled Sarah’s rage even further. She swung the whip down again, this time landing a sharp blow directly between Jennifer’s labia.

The excruciating pain tore a piercing scream from Jennifer’s throat, her body instinctively curling into a fetal position.

Unmoved, Sarah only grew more fervent in her punishment. The whip rose high and fell relentlessly, again and again.

Before long, Jennifer’s once fair and delicate skin was covered entirely in crisscrossing welts and angry red marks.

As the whipping continued, Jennifer’s screams gradually began to laced with unmistakable hints of desire, and the entrance to her pussy became visibly glistening and wet.

Sarah knew this was the effect of the Dominance Whip, but it still irritated her deeply.

During the earlier strikes, she had held nothing back, yet she had consciously avoided areas already marred by wounds.

Now, she decided to abandon all restraint. She delivered nearly a hundred lashes, each one landing on an existing wound.

The pain made Jennifer shriek violently, but it also stoked her arousal to greater heights, until a gush of her juices escaped her soaked pussy, darkening the pristine white bedsheet beneath her.

Jennifer was trapped in a whirlwind of confusion, shame, fury, and despair. She was being brutally whipped by her own daughter, subjected to searing pain, all while being watched by the despised young man she loathed.

Yet, against her will, her body responded with intense pleasure, her fluids leaking out shamelessly.

Having experienced sex before, Jennifer couldn’t help but wonder: was she truly some kind of pervert who derived pleasure from pain and exposure?

Seeing Jennifer’s debauched state, Sarah felt a pang of disappointment. This wasn’t the "training" she had envisioned.

She had wanted Jennifer to break down, to weep and beg for forgiveness, not to writhe in ecstasy, her pussy dripping with wantonness.

Sarah returned to Lucas’s side, handed back the Dominance Whip, and asked, "Master, could we use a different whip?"

"No, the whip has served its purpose for now. Let’s try something else," Lucas replied, opening the System shop. He spent 100 points to exchange for a wearable strap-on dildo and handed it to Sarah.

"Put this on. We’ll fuck your mother together."

From the moment she decided to offer Jennifer’s blood to Lucas, Sarah had known this fate was inevitable. At the time, she hadn’t cared much.

But now, holding the realistic dildo, the abstract notion became jarringly concrete.

Her own birth mother was about to be raped by Lucas, and she herself was the accomplice who had delivered her.

Sarah didn’t regret her choice, but her emotions were undeniably complex.

She took her time fastening the strap-on around her waist, using the moments to steel herself.

Listening to the siblings’ conversation and watching Sarah secure the prosthetic, Jennifer’s mind screamed with ten thousand curses she couldn’t voice, rendered mute by pain and humiliation.

She could only watch, helpless, as the naked siblings—one equipped with a real cock, the other with a false one—approached her slowly.

Lucas frowned at the sight of Jennifer’s body, now a canvas of welts and bruises. It looked unappealing and difficult to engage with.

He focused his energy, and in under a minute, her injuries vanished, the skin returning to its unblemished state. Only the persistent, maddening itch and numbness between her legs remained, now more intense than ever.

Though Jennifer, at 168 cm, was 4 cm shorter than her daughter, her breasts were a full cup size larger.

Where Sarah’s were the firm, pert breasts of youth, Jennifer’s were the soft, heavy, yielding globes of a mature woman.

Jennifer’s skin was pale, smooth, and improbably taut, feeling like the finest silk under touch. She didn’t resemble a forty-year-old mother of two nearly adult children, but rather a youthful wife in her mid-twenties, freshly married.

Sarah knelt on the bed, the strap-on dildo standing erect from her waist.

Lucas moved behind Jennifer, lifting the fragrant, mature woman into his arms. He positioned her so she was facing Sarah, straddling her daughter’s lap, her wet pussy pressed flush against the false cock. His hands found her ample breasts, kneading and groping them without restraint.

"No... ... please... don’t do this..." With her wounds healed, Jennifer found her voice again. Knowing pleas to Lucas were futile, she directed her desperate, hushed appeals to Sarah.

"Mother was wrong... Mother truly knows she was wrong... I beg you... don’t humiliate me like this... please, stop..."

Her pitiful begging only grated on Sarah’s nerves. She wouldn’t stop until Jennifer was broken and weeping.

To silence the rest of her mother’s pleas, Sarah decisively reached up, cupped Jennifer’s face, and captured her lips with her own, biting and sucking with practiced skill.

By now, Sarah was well-experienced in kissing women. Even though it was her own mother, she felt no psychological barrier, her techniques skilled and assured.

In contrast, Jennifer, long out of practice, was utterly defenseless, quickly becoming disoriented and pliant under the intimate assault from her own daughter.

With her mouth occupied by her daughter’s sweet, invasive kiss, her breasts massaged by the young man’s expert hands, and her lower body grinding slowly against the cold, rigid dildo, Jennifer’s long-neglected desires were ruthlessly ignited.

Her pussy dripped with arousal, becoming utterly soaked.

Lucas’s fingers dipped lower, confirming her readiness. He then gripped the voluptuous woman’s hips, lifting her slightly.

Taking the cue, Sarah broke the kiss, steadied the dildo at her waist, aligned it with the very passage that had once given her life, and with a thrust of her hips, slowly pushed inside.

The sudden, cold, filling intrusion jolted Jennifer from the haze of building pleasure. A wave of profound sorrow washed over her as the devastating truth crashed down: she was finally being raped by her own daughter, impaled on a cold, false cock.