Donnie\'s Bitch

Donnie\'s Bitch

                        By Amanda Collsen

Chapter 1

Secrets

 

Amanda stood shocked and very angry watching her mother from the archway to the lounge room.  Angela Thompson was the same woman who only last week, had found her in a compromising position with her lover and had spewed forth a tirade of insults and abuse.  She had called her daughter, “A perverted whoring slut,” along with every other known derogatory term under the sun.  Amanda quietly slipped back out of the room to fetch her digicam vowing revenge.

This same foul mouthed mother now lay on the lounge room floor naked, with one hand firmly lodged in her cum drenched pussy, while the other was wrapped around the cock of the family’s pet Great Dane Donnie, driving its cock in and out of her vile mouth. And Amanda was getting it all on tape. This was a godsend, a form of Karma, if you like. Amanda smiled cynically to herself, she was a big believer in Karma, and she lived her life with the belief that you treat others as you; yourself would want to be treated. And this was way too good to miss on camera.

Sitting quietly in front of her monitor, Amanda shuddered as she reviewed the footage of her mother’s degenerate sexual display.  She thought to herself, “She berated me for having a sexual relationship with Sam.” Sam and she loved each other, but how could you love a dog, an animal, so much as to want to have intercourse with it?  It was too far remote from her way of thinking to come to terms with.

         Amanda and Samantha had been friends for like, forever, always playing together, never being too far from each other’s side since they could walk. While no one suspected their attraction for each other, especially Sam’s parents, originally their friendship was purely platonic, but as it is, as time went by they realized they had a special love for one another.

         That’s what hurt Amanda so much, when her vindictive bitch of a mother had rung Sam’s parents to tell them what she had discovered.  To say Sam’s parents were religious would be a gross understatement; in fact they put the religious zealots waging holy war to shame. On hearing the news from her, they waged a war so cruel that it forced Sam to flee to women’s refuge with only the cloths on her back, torn and tattered as they were.  Physically beaten and emotionally humiliated in front of all her family was nothing to the extremes of being dragged kicking and screaming into church to be berated and further humiliated by the parishioners and clergy for her “perverted thoughts and actions”.

Amanda wasn’t sure if Sam would ever be the same after that, Amanda had tried talking to her, trying to apologize for her stupid mothers actions, but Sam just sat with her arms wrapped around herself, rocking back and forward, sobbing quietly.  Amanda had tried to hold her, but Sam had pulled away with stark terror etched over her tear stained face.  The bruises were clearly evident under the gown she was wearing, something that had been given her by one of the ladies from the refuge, after seeing that her cloths were of no practical use.  Amanda wanted to die right there and then and had cursed her mother.

.~…~.

“Revenge is mine!” sayeth the Lord. Sam’s parents used it all the time. “It may very well be!” thought Amanda, and “The lord works in mysterious ways!” That was another statement she’d heard, so what’s to say that the Lord isn’t using her to exact punishment for the wrong her mother meted out to Sam.  Amanda was ready to put her plan into action, all she needed to do was wait, wait till her mother fell asleep.  Amanda didn’t need to tiptoe into her mother’s bedroom, Angela was a sound sleeper, taking the collar and chain she’d purchased that day and she slipped it around her mother’s neck and securely padlocked it.  Taking another padlock, she secured the chain to the headboard of her mother’s large heavy oak four poster bed.

Satisfied that her mother wasn’t going anywhere in a great hurry, she gave herself time to relax, and set up the television and DVD player.  “This was going to be interesting to say the least!” Amanda thought to herself.  One last thing before the show begins; Amanda went back out to the kitchen and retrieved a pitcher of ice cold water.

“SHOW TIME!” Amanda said loudly as poured the cold water over her mother and stood back.  Angela woke to a shock, spluttering and gasping.  Amanda giggled.  Angela’s shock turned to confusion then quickly to anger. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Angela said as she scowled at her daughter.  

Amanda smiled “Just getting your attention Mother!” She said smugly.

“I’ll get your attention, you bitch, As soon as I get my plaited belt!” Angela screamed; as she leaped from her bed, not noticing the collar and chain.  Amanda feigned terror, bringing her hands to her mouth just about the time Angela ran out of chain.  The sudden halt to her progress was bone jarring, and she slammed to the bed chocking and coughing.  Amanda almost thought she’d broken her neck then laughed at her antics trying to get to her knees.  Holding her throat with one hand to soothe the pain she felt, the other trying to tug the chain loose from where it was anchored securely to the head board. 

“Ohhhh! That has got to have hurt?”  Amanda said trying to stem fits of giggling; “I think you’ll have one massive bruise on your neck tomorrow.” 

“What’s the meaning of this? Why am I chained to the bed? Unlock this collar! Immediately bitch!” Angela coughed and wheezed.

“Ohhhh! You’re scaring me!” Amanda jibed. “And stop with the bitch comment, you’re the only bitch slut around here.

Angela blinked, “How dare you speak to me like that, when I get off this chain, you’ll rue the day you were ever born.

“Too late Mother, I regret being born already, at least I regret being your daughter, I regret you finding My loving and gentle Sam and I together, I regret I didn’t do something to stop you from calling her parents, I regret My life very day I see your sorry arse waddling through this house.  There is nothing you can do to me to make my life sorrier than it already is.”  Amanda said with pain and rage clearly showing on her face.

“So that is what this is all about!” Angela huffed, “That perverted rug munching slut! Well, she got what she deserved!”

         Amanda saw red; she strode forward, with such speed and ferocity that Angela never saw it coming, so she made no attempt to defend herself, and took the full force of Amanda’s hand as she struck her face. Angela saw stars, and the room spun. She slumped to the bed, for the first time ever she was frightened of her daughter, she had never seen her so angry.  “Don’t you dare talk about Sam like that.  She’s a hundred times the person you could ever hope to be, mother, and she’s kind, gentle, generous, and amazingly loving.” 

Angela picked herself up off the mattress, and rubbed her cheek, not sure what to say, so she decided to say nothing, hoping Amanda would rant herself out.

“You talk about us being perverted, of going against nature.  Well I really don’t believe you mother.  Listen to yourself!  Do you really believe what you say or do you just get pleasure out of belittling and berating us?”  Amanda turned around, she was about to cry and she didn’t want to show her mother any weakness.  Still with her back to her mother, she said, “No mother! If the there is a perverted degenerate slut in this family, it’s you!”

Angela gasp, “What in gods name are you talking about, you stupid child?”

Amanda answered her question with one word. “Woof!

“What’s that supposed to mean? What are you insinuating? It’s that little cunt you call your lover, telling lies about me, to save her precious hide, isn’t it?” Angela was shaken; even the red hand mark on her face had paled to two shades lighter.  Amanda turned to look directly into the eyes of the slut dog fucker. 

“I don’t believe you can sit there and… No! Sam has little hide left to protect, thanks to you and knows nothing about this, something I’ll be rectifying tomorrow.”

Angela gave no indication, that she knew nor cared what Amanda was talking about.

“Your going to be stone faced to the end, aren’t you Mother? Do you want proof? I’ll show you proof.” Amanda picked up the remote for the DVD, and hit play.

As the screen brightened, all that could be seen was a woman’s arse with a dog securely mounted behind her, rutting like there was no tomorrow, the words coming from the as yet unidentified female were rich to say the least.  “Ohhhh Yes, fuck me you hairy mother fucker, pour your doggy cum into my slut cunt, make me your bitch, Ohhhh yes harder, harder, Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

Amanda paused the video clip, “Do you want more mother?”

Angela sat stiff bodied on the bed and glared at Amanda. Not sure where her daughter had got this tape, but determined to deny any involvement, “I knew you were perverted! Now you’re downloading porn from the internet to satisfy your pathetic sexual desires?”

Amanda restarted the video, and shook her head. “No mother! This is all amateur home production.  I see I’ll have to shove your face in it, watch mother! You may ever get a thrill out of it.  “Heeeerrrrrrrre’s Johnny,” Amanda sang, “or should I say, here’s Annnnnggggela! The star performer.”  With that, the camera panned back to reveal Angela in the throws of sexual bliss, reveling in the carnal bestiality spewing forth from the screen.  Angela buried her face into her hands, and let out a scream of frustration, mixed with anger, remorse and guilt. Amanda turned the sound up two notches, just as Angela in the video clip screamed out an orgasm, stereo wails from the same mother, all over the same act but for different reasons.

“You turn that off now young lady, and give me the disc, and we’ll hear no more about it.”

Amanda pressed the eject button and the disc slid silently out, picking it up, she handed it to her mother. 

“Now you’re coming to your senses young lady.” Angela broke the DVD in two, “And now take this stupid collar off me, right this instant.”

Amanda fished inside her back pocket for what Angela thought was the key to the collar and she turned her head slightly to give Amanda access to the lock, thinking that this was a close shave.  And was relieved that she had managed to talk her silly young daughter down, then when she got rid of this humiliating collar she was going to give Amanda the thrashing of her life for putting her through all this crap.

“I suppose you’ll be wanting this one as well then mother?” Instead of a key Amanda flicked another disc into her mothers lap, how about this one, or maybe this one.” Amanda flipped three at her in quick succession, “Ohhhh! And I have another ten of them just waiting to go out to all of dad’s family and your friends, not to mention the police who I’m sure will want a copy.” Amanda gave her mother a contemptuous glare while inserting another disc in the DVD and turning on full blast.

“Turn it off, Turn it off.  Please just turn it off.”  Angela wailed as tears filled her eyes.  “Let me explain, please.” Angela blubbered

Amanda look truly stunned at her mother, “You can explain this degenerate display? Can You? Ohhh!  This should be good.  What are you going to say here mother? You fell down on the dog and by accident his dick got stuck in your cunt.   Maybe, he stuck a bone to your head and barked out, suck my dog dick and swallow all my cum, you sorry excuse for a fuck slut or I’ll blow your brains out? How about, Donnie looked so desperate, I thought I do him a favor and let him get his rocks off in my slimy fuck box?”

Angela looked at the screen though her fingers, and remembered back two days when the video must have been taken.  It had felt so good and natural, and sexy to her at that moment.  She was in the throws of passion and had come several times and, later, masturbated to the memory several more times,.  What she saw on the screen, now, was nothing like she remembered it, without the sexual hormones flooding her system, this vile display of perversion was nothing but an abomination of gross magnitude, that she wanted nothing but to throw up.

On the video, her mother spun around after Donnie had finished spewing his dog cum into her cunt and she immediately started to suck and lick his dick, cleaning all their mix of cum and pussy juice off his cock, and after she had finished Donnie brought his muzzle to her face and licked her clean, several times she opened her mouth and let his tongue enter as though she was French kissing the dog.

“No!” Angela thought, I can’t explain it; there was no sane explanation for this, it just felt right at the time.

Amanda slapped her mother out of her thoughts, “Well? You said you had an explanation.” She walked to her mother’s wardrobe and took out her plaited belt, the one she had, had wrapped around her arse many times. “ I believe you were going to use this on me when you got rid of your collar and chain, how about I use it first to refresh your memory of recent events , Ohhhh and by the way, I had to strip when I got it used on me, so I think it only fair that you should strip as well.”

Angela looked horrified at her daughter, “She wouldn’t dare?” she thought, but the look on her daughter’s face was enough to give her second thoughts “I... I’m your mother! You can’t do this!”

Amanda nodded, “You’re at least partly right, you are my mother, but that is where it stops. You are also a slut! This I can understand, everyone has a right to live their life as they wish.  I know I do.  But you are also a dog fucker, “Donnie’s Bitch!” Yeah! ... I like that, that’d be a good name for you now; I think I might tattoo that on your forehead. And while it may not be my cup of tea, I will, in time, come to terms with you spreading your slimy cum covered legs and opening your fuck hole for every canine cock that wanders into the back yard.”

Angela stared horrified back at her daughter, as her scathing remarks tore her self esteem to shreds.  “Slimy legs! Fuck hole! Every canine cock!  I have no intention of being the local whore for the neighborhood dogs.” She said to herself, willing her voice to express her thoughts, but all was mute, her mouth formed the words, but there was no volume.

Amanda continued, “You know what makes all this so terribly pathetic?”

         “Pathetic!” The word etched itself into Angela’s brain; her self image was at a new time low, immediately she felt a tingling from her clit and a flood of moisture flow from her pussy. “OMG!” thought Angela “What is coming over me, I think I’m going to cum before this is over, this can’t be happening.” She fought the urge to slid her hand down into her hot wet sex, and confirm everything her daughter was saying about her. “I can’t be as perverted as she is telling me I am!”

Amanda finished, “It’s the fact that your worst trait has nothing to do with any perverted sexual act that your putrid mind could conceivably come up with, It’s the fact that you’re a HYPROCRITE!”  Amanda spat the last word right in her mothers face.  “I distinctly remember you verbally abusing me of “Going against nature” with my love for Samantha, yet you sit here in all your glory as a dog fucker and believe that you’re pure and innocent, at least I stay within my own species when deviating from the norm, unlike you.

It took quite some seconds for this last statement to filter though the sexual haze that was starting to surround Angela’s brain.

“Hypocrite?” After the last tirade of verbal abuse her daughter had stung her with, this last statement was almost a let down.” I’m a hypocrite?” Angela repeated, with an astonished look on her face.

Amanda saw that the concept was lost on her mother and in anger she lashed out with the belt, catching her mother on the left breast, Angela howled in pain, clutching her tender nipple. “Take that night gown off!  Perverted bitch sluts like you don’t deserve to be clothed, especially not in something as modest as that.”

“Don’t make me do this darling.” Angela sobbed.

Amanda backhanded her, “Too late for platitudes mother, now get that slut body of yours out of the nightgown.”

“I can’t!” Her mother whined, “Not with this collar on.”

“Yes you can, you moron, fucking dogs must be effecting your brains!” With that Amanda took hold of her mother’s nightgown and tore it at the neck, exposing her breasts. “Now slide it down.”

Amanda had to admit, her mother still had firm breasts, her body was in fairly good shape for her age, maybe a few kilos over weight, but certainly not fat.  That fact wasn’t lost on Angela as she noticed her daughter staring at her, her reflex was to cover up with her hands, until Amanda raised the belt, and she dropped her hands and removed her tattered garment, feeling distinctly vulnerable, knowing her daughter’s attraction for the female form. Going around behind her mother she took the remnants of the nightgown and tired her hands behind her back, Angela didn’t try to stop her; she was still lost in her thoughts of how she had got herself into all this mess.

“Now that we have stripped you physically, we’ll start stripping that phony persona that you have surrounded yourself with and dismantle the façade you call your life.”  So, what are you mother?” Amanda raised her eyebrow to emphasis her impatience.

Angela looked up at her daughter knowing what she want her to say, but couldn’t bring herself to admit it.  Amanda paced, tapping the belt against her leg, she could see that her mother wasn’t going to do this the easy way. Angela sat on her hunches, and looked blankly at her daughter.

Suddenly Amanda swung the belt again.  Angela howled in pain as it again struck her left nipple; all she could do was hunch over with her hands tied behind her back. “Focus damn you!” Amanda ordered.  “This isn’t some fucking stupid game you dog slut; I gave you the chance to come clean on your own.  Now I see I have to take the hard line.” 

Amanda went to her mother’s closet and selected two long robe ties, and started to tie her mother spread eagled on her bed, securing each ankle to the uprights at the foot of the bed.

“What are you doing Amanda?  This isn’t funny!  Let me go, you have no right to do this.” She screamed in panic.  Angela fought as best she could but having her arms tied behind her back severely impeded her efforts, eventually Amanda had her tightly strung between the chained collar and the posts at the foot of the bed, making it an effort for Angela to breath.

“Now let’s try it this way, so again mother, what are you?” Amanda repeated

Angela shock her head, “No, No, No, I won’t do this, untie me now!”

Amanda stepped up and swung the belt, landing it on her inner thigh an inch below her mother’s pussy.  Angela screamed, and sobbed “Stop it, you’re hurting me.”

Amanda shrugged her shoulders, “Then I’m having the desired effect, shall I continue?”

“No! Please, no more, I’m a hypocrite!” Angela mumbled.

         Amanda swung the belt again, “Louder!”

“I’m a hypocrite!”

 “Louder!” Amanda yelled and kept laying the dreaded belt into her mother’s pussy.

         Angela wailed, “I’m a hypocrite!  I’m a hypocrite!  I’m a hypocrite!”

         And still Amanda flailed her mother, venting her anger on her now red and bruised groin, alternating every now and then to her slowly reddening breasts.  Angela squirmed and wriggled trying desperately to avoid the blows raining down on her femininity. Finally Angela screamed at the top of her lunges, “I’M A DOG FUCKING HYPOCRITE!”

Amanda stopped her onslaught as her mother lay sobbing and blubbering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, Please, Please.” She wailed.  Amanda stood over her mother, breathing hard from the exertion, beads of sweat starting to run down into her eyes.

“Now then! Don’t you feel better after getting that off your chest?” Her mother was far too distracted by the pain to answer this latest question.  Amanda sat beside her mother on the bed, “So now what do you like to do?” she goaded.

Angela knew the answer to this question, and to avoid another round with the belt. “I like to fuck Donnie!” she finally sniveled

“And that makes you a…what?” Amanda goaded again.

Angela was defeated, “A… dog fucker!” She cried!”

“Yes, that’s right mother, you’re a dirty little canine sucking, dog fucking slut, who hypocritically denounced Samantha and I for being lesbians, so who is more degenerate for our sexual preferences?”

         Angela closed her eyes; this whole mess was almost too much to bear. Racked with pain and humiliation, “I am! Amanda, I am.  And I’m… I’m so, so sorry for what I have done to you… and … and Samantha, Please forgive me Amanda, and I promise to never do it again, I’ll get rid of Donnie, find some way to make it up to you both” she bleated.

“Your right, you will never do it again, but not for the reasons you might think.  While being a lesbian isn’t necessarily look upon favorably, it’s not against the law.  But this is  and if I let the authorities get hold of this,” she pointed the remote to the DVD player and pressed pause, just as the image of her mother was taking the entire length of Donnie’s cock into her mouth. “This… Ohhhh wow. He sure has a thick cock, doesn’t he mother, and long too… I can see your throat bulging as you shove it down your slimy chute.” Amanda got temporarily distracted by the action on the screen, “I’m sorry, what was I saying? Ohhhh yes! These degenerate displays of bestiality, then you’re going to go away for probably about two to five years, and you know what that means.  Don’t you?” Amanda waited for Angela to process the information.

Angela turned her head away from her daughter and that horrible picture staring at her from the TV. “I can see it all right now,” Amanda went on.  “You’ll be rug munching, as you so spitefully put it, before the weeks out, I can imagine you turned into a sex toy for all those sex starved Bull Dykes. You had better get used to the flavor of pussy juice.” Amanda reached out and slid her hand over her mother’s bruised and swollen breasts, caressing them softly “They’ll love to get hold of these perky twins,” she giggled,

Angela moaned and tried to pull away.

“Now I could probably handle it, in fact, I think I’d be the one instigating the proceedings, I have also heard that they like anal games as well, you never know, by the time you get out, you may need a butt plug for the rest of your life, just to stop from shitting yourself every time you get up out of a chair, that’s to say you can actually sit down.” 

Angela wailed, “Stop it, I’m not going to jail, please Amanda, please don’t do this, I’ll do any thing you want, just don’t do this.”

“And, ohhhh, fisting!” Amanda sadistically continued, “Now that’s something I have thought about trying, but then I don’t care if my pussy is stretch beyond its limits. Unlike you dear mother, I have no wish to impress a male. You know that some women can actually get two fists up their sloppy cunts.

“And as far as getting rid of Donnie, I don’t think so! It’s not his fault he now likes to fuck women, you corrupted him and you’ll have to deal with him.  What do you think will happen if he comes across another innocent female, the mind boggles, No! He’s your responsibility now mother and you’ll be expected to keep him fully satisfied.”

         Angela had lost it, she was bawling her eyes out, “No, No … anything … anything you want, I promise.”

Amanda knew she had her mother by the short and curlies.  “The word ‘anything’ congers up a magnitude of possibilities mother dear.  Some you may think worse than your possible jail term.” Amanda saw that her words weren’t really registering any more, her mother was lost in a world of hurt and misery.  “I tell you what! We’ll leave what you will or won’t do to a more appropriate time when you’re thinking more clearly.”

“And you have more time to brood on your fate in the hands of the inmates at the local lockup.” Amanda thought to herself.

“As for these!” Amanda stroked her mother’s pussy lips, “I think I’ll have to apply some lotion so they won’t be too bad in the morning.”

Angela broke out into a fresh round of crying, “Ohhhh please Amanda, don’t rape me please.” Angela could see the last of her life going down the toilet.

Amanda took a backward step, genuinely surprised at her mother words, “I have never taken anyone against their will mother.  Rape isn’t in my vocabulary.  If they don’t consent willingly, then I move on and I am truly hurt that you’d think I was capable of such a heinous crime. No mother, this is purely for medical reasons, and since you’re a little tied up at the moment, and as I am the reason for your demise, then I see it my duty to help out.”  Now just lay there and I’ll be back in a jiffy with some soothing cream to help you recover.”

Amanda chuckled to herself as she heard her mother mumble something along the line of, “Ok darling.”

“Boy! She must really be rattled.”  She thought to herself.

Amanda strode back in with the lotion in hand and seated herself on the bed beside her mother.  Taking some lotion on her fingers, she gentle smoothed it over the tortured area, Angela gasp at first touch, then started to moan as the lotion started to work it’s wonders. Amanda started to wonder about incest and what it would be like to have her mother between her thighs, but shook herself out of her mindful meanderings, she loved Sam and that was that, but … she thought, “That doesn’t stop her giving her mother a little taste of the female touch,” with that in mind, she started to apply her fingers a little more sensually to the task at hand.

“I was wondering mother, what you get out of your liaison with Donnie?”

         Angela moaned, caught up in the pleasurable feelings emanating from her nether region, “What do you mean?” she finally forced out of the fog that was quickly enveloping her.

         “Is he as good as a human?” Amanda asked.

Angela had difficulty forming lucid thoughts, “Ummmm, well … Ummmm …yes and no, I suppose …” she finally got out.  “He kinda does what he wants, when he wants, however he wants.” Angela groaned and shuddered with an impending orgasm at the thought of being taken by Donnie without any consideration.

Amanda felt a flush of moisture between her mother lips, “Hmmmm this is interesting!  But men are like that anyway aren’t they?”   She giggled at her question.

         This burst of chuckling brought Angela back to a little clearer mindset, “Well, No darling, I mean some men are.  And they tend to be very rough in getting what they want, wham, bam and no thank you ma’am.  And then they roll over and snore their heads off once they have filled you up, and left you with the wet spot.  Donnie on the other hand is persistent, and firm in his wishes to mate.”  She quivered, as her impending orgasm gained momentum.  “He also takes his time, no rush, and the after care.  Wow, now that blows my mind every time. How many men do you know that will help you clean up their mess after flooding you?”  Through her sexual fog Angela didn’t even realize she was explaining all this to her daughter.

Amanda nodded, still rubbing the lotion into her mother’s pussy lips, straying close every so often to mother’s nub of pleasure, seeing the slight rise of her mother hips to meet her now freely roaming hand.  “Hmmm, mother is certainly getting herself worked up.” She mused, although she was supplying the stimulus, she knew full well that her mother thoughts were of Donnie.

Amanda decided to up the anti.  “Look at you, trying to dry hump your daughter’s hand.” Angela blushed crimson red, she hadn’t realized what she was doing until Amanda brought it to her notice.  “You are a fucking perverted doggy humping gutter slut that is without doubt.  I never imagined in my wildest dreams that my own mother could sink so low.”  Amanda chuckled to herself and  let Angela feast on that little piece of verbal abuse for a while.

Angela had visions of herself with collar and leash on, with Amanda sitting on the couch, she on her knees, doggy humping her daughter’s leg, panting and whining for relief, adding it to her fantasy of being serviced by Donnie.  Angela cried out in mental and physical frustration, her clit felt like it was on fire as her pussy yearned for attention, so close and yet so far.

Amanda shifted her attention to her mother sore erect nipple, “Looks like these, rock solid marbles, they’re telling me you would love Donnie to be sliding his soft doggy tongue all over them, is that right mother?”  Angela groaned as her daughter applied some lotion to her sore nipples, “Tell me would you like me to bring Donnie in right now?”

Angela, in her sexual pitch wanted nothing more than to be knotted to Donnie, but the embarrassment and humiliation of her daughter watching her would be just too much. “No!” she whimpered

“Ohhhh, don’t be shy mother, now tell the truth, you’d drop to your hands and knees in a flash, and present your smutty fuck box to Donnie in a heart beat, lick and suck his cock with relish if given even half the chance.”  Angela’s nipples tightened and her pussy spewed more fuck slop at Amanda’s harangue.  She wanted relief, she wanted Donnie, and she wanted to disappear into sexual oblivion.

“Ohhhh, Yes!”  Angela finally cried, “I want Donnie, I want him to fuck the shit out of me, I want to be his devoted fuck bitch, I want him to own my cunt,” she disembogued her sexual tension.  Angela’s body shook with a massive orgasm, the likes she had never known, bright colorful lights went off in her head, and her body felt like it was suspended in mid air, drifting on soft velvety clouds, despite in reality her convulsions were cramping her up, making her collar constrict the air flow to her heaving lungs to a point of asphyxiation, blackness drove in on her.

 Amanda quickly undid the lock on her collar, and checked to see if she was still breathing, satisfied that she had merely fainted, and was in no danger; she proceeded to retie her mother for a better nights sleep, “Tomorrow will be the start of a very different and interesting life … for the both of us.”

 To be continued…