I took the paddle and set it off to the side on the bed. I then took the wire switch and held it out in front of Karen and told her to hold it between her teeth, which she did. I grabbed the belt and drew the leather strap around her supple neck. Sliding the tip through the buckle, I cinched it tightly around Karen’s throat, pulling until I could see her eyes bulging slightly and her face reddening.
“Try to breath.” I commanded.
I listened carefully as I heard the labored sound of air struggling to pass through her constricted airway. She could breath, but I had cut it off just enough that her body would demand more than it would get, keeping her in a constant state of panic if she didn’t relax.
“Fold your arms behind your back.” I told her and she complied.
No longer able to use her arms to help stabilize herself, Karen’s upper body was held up by her head alone. I pulled back on the belt strap, effectively pulling Karen up by her throat. She wheezed as she tried, almost in vain, to pull precious oxygen into her lungs. I didn’t pull her entirely upright, preferring to keep her bent forward so the tension remained taut and her discomfort remained constant. I did however, pull her up just enough to explose her well shaped breasts and elongated nipples. Given her awkward position, her chest stuck out naturally as I was keeping her aloft via her throat.
I took the switch from her mouth and placed it on her left nipple. She did her best to moan, but it sounded more like a groan from a wounded animal through her constricted air passage. Starting with small, ever growing, circles, I slowly dragged the switch in a spiral out from her nipple until I encircled her entire breast. No sooner had I completed the spiral, I snapped the end of the wire across her nearly inch long nipple, causing Karen to cry out in a grotesque sound. I whacked the nipple a few more times, until it was a deep red, each whack drawing a similar distorted wail from the mother.
I didn’t bother drawing out the same process on the other nipple, preferring to simply get to the point and began strumming her motherly appendage viciously with the switch. I missed a few strikes, slapping the switch violently down on her supple breast, due to her wiggling and bouncing in reaction to her nipples feeling on fire.
“This can stop at any time, Karen.” I told her. “You only need to drop your arms and crawl away. I promise, I will let go of the belt and allow you to run away. You do want to run away, don’t you?” I teased.
“No!” She cried out in a raspy voice.
That’s when I lit up both her breasts with a flurry of welt-raising strikes on her tender breasts. There were multiple times where Karen nearly brought her arms out from behind her back, but was always able to restrain herself, even going so far as to dig her nails into herself to prevent her arms from leaving her back. Tears flowed freely down her anguished face, dripping onto the heavily welted and blackish purple splotches that now dressed the tops of her tits.
“Honestly, I don’t know what’s wrong with you two.” I shook my head at the mother and daughter. “You could’ve gotten beaten like this from Miguel and it probably wouldn’t be as bad, either. Plus, you allowed me to corrupt the both of you. You stuck your tongue up your little girl’s pussy, Karen.” I began striking the underside of her tits now. “How fucking sick do you have to be to suck your own daughter’s cunt?”
Karen just hung there, bawling in pain as I brutalized her breasts.
“Answer me, bitch!” I brought hefty strike down right above her clit.
“LOVE!” She shrieked. “LOVE YOU!”
“You love getting beat like this? You love watching your daughter get beat by me, you sick twisted fuck?” I admonished.
“YES!” She gasped. “LOVE! DIFFERENT! NOT MIGUEL!” She howled.
I released the belt and Karen fell forward, crashing into the mattress. Despite the tears and pain, Karen quickly mustered the strength to loosen the tension of the belt around her throat and began gasping for air. Her body curled up into a fetal position protecting her savaged chest as she wailed in misery.
I looked over at the other girls who had just witnessed the events unfold. The smile on Holly’s face was gone as she stared helpless at her mother. Her expression couldn’t have been further removed from that of Melanie and Audrey who were fingering themselves, both on the verge of orgasm as they watched ‘Daddy’ work.
“I hope you’ll play with us like that one day, Daddy.” Melanie cooed, wide eyed at just how vicious I could be.
“I’m not done, bitch. Get your ass up her so I can continue.” I calmly told Karen.
She twitched for a few seconds and struggled greatly, but she was desperate to get back into position to pass her test. Needless to say, I was convinced these girls truly wanted to be in my family and had decided to relent on any further beatings. Poor Karen wouldn’t be able to wear a bra for the next week as badly as her tits had been hammered.
“Face me.” I told her once she was back in position.
Karen lumbered around on her hands and knees, her body shivvering from the agony spread across her chest. She turned about and looked up at me with pleading teary eyes.
“You too.” I told Holly.
Her ass still ablaze, muscles sore and spasming uncontrollably, she nonetheless scampered her way across the bed as quickly as she could to kneel on hands and knees next to her mother.
I put the switch down next to the paddle and released Karen from the belt, placing it with the other items and nodded to my girls to take them away. As they left the room, Audrey quietly closed the door behind me. I looked down at the two suffering, but proud girls as they could tell by the look on my face that they’d passed the test.
“You still didn’t answer my question.” I told them
“You will never leave us, Daddy.” Karen whispered, her voice still hoarse and weak from the belt and beating.
“I said to call me David.” I corrected her.
“No, Daddy.” Karen shot back, defiantly.
“Test us however you wish, Daddy, but we’ve made up our minds.” Holly agreed with her mother.
“Don’t ask us to explain the inexplicable, Daddy, please.” Karen begged.
She had a point about it being inexplicable. Everything about my life was inexplicable so why should I expect these two to explain what I could not myself. It’s true, I would never leave any of my women and they knew that. They also knew that beatings on this scale were not in my character nor were they ever without reason or out of anger. They, like everyone out there, just wanted to love and be loved. They wanted stability and security and as outlandish as our world was, it called to them, like it had called to all of us. Whether I wanted them or not, they belong to me now. They needed our family as much as any of us did and I would not deny them that. Honestly, if I didn’t really want them I could’ve told them so, but I didn’t. Deep down, I wanted them, just as I wanted all my women. I was as much a slave to them as they were to me. They needed someone to worship and I needed to be someone they could.