By: theblueispie
PART 1
So here I am laying on Teresa's bed, each one of my limbs tied to a corner so that I can not move. Teresa is planted on top of me or more so her ass is planted on my face. She is currently wearing spandex booty shorts and a black tank top. Teresa is paying no mind to my suffering beneath her. She is more interested in the game on her phone. You may be asking why I am down here, well that is easy. You see I am her slave, but I am not only her slave. I am also her daughter's slave as well. See, her daughter Brook is a lot more interested in what is happening to me right now. Brook is standing on the bed currently in grey short shorts, a red tank top and fuzzy socks. She is just standing on the bed waiting. Well waiting for what you may ask? Remember that my face is buried under Teresa’s ass so that means I am currently not breathing. It has been awhile since I got air so I start to move around trying to free my face from my owner's ass. Once I start moving however Brook begins kicking me in the balls. They are not light kicks either, she is putting some force into them. Now Brook isn’t very tall, she is about 5 '3 blonde hair, blue eyes, with a nice round ass that matches her size. But boy can she kick. This causes me to start crying into Teresa's ass but it's not like they can hear me. Not only am I face deep in her smelly ass, her socks are also stuffed in my mouth. Her socks tasted awful, they almost tasted worse than her ass smells.
Once Brook stops kicking my balls Teresa leans forward just enough for me to breathe but right as I do she farts. Let me tell you, Teresa’s farts smell like something died. Even Brook who is on the other side of the bed has to cover her nose and I have no choice but to breathe it all in. There is definitely something wrong with her insides and I am the one who has to deal with it. After the long fart Teresa let out she just lowered her ass back onto my face and went back to not paying me any attention. Brook resumed kicking me in the balls while I was her moms chair.
Teresa finally got off my face so she could go shower and right as she did Brook stood on my face. Her socks were cold and a little damp from being in her shoes all day. She just stood on my face doing little bounces. I swear I do not know which one of them is more cruel. Teresa is more of a I do not care you are suffering and Brook is more I am going to make sure you suffer.
When Brook got bored of standing on my face she turned around so that now she was facing my feet. Once she did that she jumped off my face and threw her legs out from under her. She then came crashing down. Her ass made a direct impact with my face. My face was now in even more pain than it was before. Now with Brook sitting on my face I was once again unable to breathe. The difference with her on me instead of Teresa is when Teresa was sitting down my face was completely covered. Brook had landed just a little more forward so I was able to stare up her back. I can see my nose wedged deep inside her ass crack. All I could do now was stare up at her ass and hair dangling above me. It had already been a long day, and it was not close to over.
PART 3
Now I am not sure what happened, one moment Brook is sitting on my face and the next moment Teresa is yelling at Brook. I am not sure what Brook did but she did something to upset Teresa.
Teresa forced Brook and me off of the seat. Teresa put Brook in the position I was in and then sat on her face. I sat there behind her watching. Teresa lifted a little bit off of Brooks face and farted. Brook yelled “Mom I am sorry please get off of me” Teresa didn’t care however she just lowered her ass back onto Brooks unwilling face. Teresa ordered me to run to her room and fetch a pair of her used socks. I did as instructed and returned as quickly as I could. I handed her the socks and she lifted off Brooks face again and shoved them in her mouth. She then made sure Brooks' nose was on the seam of her pants before letting out another fart. Tersas once more took a seat on her daughter's face. She started wiggling her hips and doing small bounces to mock her daughter below her.
Teresa looked back at me and said that once she was done that Brook was probably going to take all her anger out on me. What followed was 45 minutes of Brook being abused by her mothers ass.
After a while Teresa made me get under Brook’s ass, so she was sitting on my face again. So Brook’s head was resting on the stool with Teresa sitting on her face and my head was resting on the floor with Brook sitting on mine. Now it was hard for Brook to keep me from getting air so I was able to breathe a bit. Brook however was getting no air from under her mothers ass. Brook was however able to locate my balls and started hitting them as best she could with the heel of her boots.
Teresa remained on Brook's face for another 30 minutes before getting off. She turned to look at her daughter and slapped her. She told her if she wants to keep living in her house she will never do that again. I have no idea what it is she did and probably wont ever know. Slaves aren't allowed to ask questions.
I could hear Brook crying above me. I was hoping she would just remain seated on me instead of doing something else. Brook however did not stay seated. She got off of my face and looked down at me, tears still in her eyes. It was a mix of pain, anger, and sadness. Let me tell you, the beating that followed was something to be remembered.
Brook, still in her cowboy boots’ began stomping on me. These were not light mocking stomps, these were full on trying to inflict pain stomps. She just kept going and all I could do was take it. She wasn’t just using on foot she would also jump with both feet in the air and stomp down on me as hard as she could. She also landed plenty of kicks to my side before moving to my balls. She made me spread my legs and she proceeded to kick my balls harder than she ever did before. My balls barely work as it is from all the abuse but now I am fairly confident I am infertile.
Brook then threw the stool out of the way and before I could tell what was going on she dropped ass first onto my face. The impact hurt worse than anything she has ever done to me and I am fairly sure my nose is completely flat now. Once she landed she did not get up. She remained seated on my face until just before I passed out. Right before it all went dark she got off my face, spun around and sat on my chest. She then proceeded to slap the shit out of me for a good 5 minutes.
The tears in her eyes had slowed down but she was still in a very bad mood. What followed next was not something that I was expecting. She made me lay on my stomach on top of a bench. The way I was laying was so I was still kneeling on the ground but my torso was on the bench. She then tied my hands to the front legs and my thighs to the back ones. After that she kindly gagged my mouth with her sweaty gym socks before putting tape over it so they wouldn’t come out.
What followed was her getting a leather belt and proceeding to whip my back and ass with it. She did not let up. I was whipped for a good 20 minutes before she got tired. It looked like she got most of her anger out but that didn’t mean I got to rest. She made me rotate my head to the side and she plopped her ass on the side of my head, once again just using me as nothing more than a seat.
PART 4
Brook finally finished getting ready and allowed me to get up. So ordered me to get into this tiny little box. I crawled in as best as I could and she forced the top shut, locking it from the outside. I felt the box be pushed under her bed and heard her walk out of the room. I remained in that box for 8 hours, unable to move. All I could do was lay there and think about the beating I just got and what was going to happen to me later.
Brook finally returned home but didn’t let me out. Brook just sat on her bed for another 45 minutes before I heard Teresa walk in and ask where I was. Brook said in the box. Teresa then pulled the box out from under the bed and opened it. She looked down at me and said I have 5 seconds to be in her room on her bed. I flew out of the box and tried to run but my legs were asleep. I ended up falling and smacking my head on Brooks bedroom door frame. This made Teresa mad and she started kicking me in the stomach. She yelled that she never told me I could fall over and to get going. I dragged my broken body as fast as I could to her room and got onto her bed.
Teresa followed in not long after and without a word she got on top of me. I was laying on my back and she put her ass in my face, wrapped my head in her thighs and squeezed. I had my face in her butt but could still look up her back. She was squeezing as hard as she could and it hurt.
Teresa finally let go of my head and decided to just use my face as a chair instead. After a good 30 minutes of being Teresa's seat, Brook walked into her room. I then felt my ankles and wrists get tied to each corner of the bed. I was unable to move at all.
I felt Brook crawl onto the bed and before I knew what was happening, Brooks' foot was making contact with my balls. Brook proceeded to give my balls the beating of a lifetime, all while I was face deep in her mothers ass. I struggled as best as I could but it was no use. I was completely at their mercy, and they had none for me. I was just their toy, something for them to play with. I did not matter to them and they made sure I knew it.
I ended up blacking out under Teresa's ass. A combination of the pain from Brooks' ball kicking and the lack of air from being Teresa's seat. When I awoke I was in the back yard. I had a collar around my neck and a leash tied to a post in the middle of the yard. I had maybe 3 feet of leash for me to move with. It was cold out and very late. I knew for sure I was going to be sleeping out here. It gave me a break from their abuse, as my body was still very sore. I would rest as best I could as I knew in the morning I would be met with the same fate as before. There is no true rest for a slave, especially one owned by these cruel women.
PART 5
I was woken up by Brook kicking me in the side. She was wearing jeans, a white blouse, and hey cowboy boots. When I got up Brook made me stay on my hands and knees. She then undid my leash from the post. Once that was done Brook sat on my back and ordered me to crawl around the yard like I was her horse.
She rode me around the yard for a good hour. By the end of it I was completely exhausted. If you haven't noticed, they don't exactly feed me very often. When they do feed me it isn't ever good food. It is mostly left overs that have been stepped on, sat on, farted on, or thrown in the dirt.
Brook got off my back and tied my leash back to the post. She then went inside for a good 20 minutes. When she came out she was carrying what looked to be my next meal. It was obviously left overs from hers and her mothers breakfast this morning. There were a few half eaten sausages, some cold eggs, half a pancake and what looked to be plenty of spit. Brook dumped it on the ground in front of me and then walked back inside. I tried my best to get as much dirt off of it as I could but I still ended up eating a good amount.
Teresa came outside not long after I finished eating. She was wearing leggings, a black tank top and was holding a riding crop. I was very easily able to piece together where this was going. Teresa made me get on all fours yet again and proceeded to sit on my back. She then ordered me to crawl around the yard as fast as I could. I gave everything I had so I could try and avoid her using the riding crop but it was no use.
Teresa whipped the shit out of me with that riding crop. There was no reason for it other than she wanted to. She rode me around until I eventually collapsed out of pure exhaustion. Teresa thought it was funny, seeing how exhausted I was. She told me I was allowed to go back inside but I had to go to the living room and see Brook. I got up and ran inside as fast as I could.
When I got to the living room Brook had changed into pajama pants and a white crop top. Brook made me lay down on the ground in front of where she was sitting. She then lowered her feet onto my face. She wasn’t wearing shoes or socks and her feet were a bit dirty. Even after everything I have been through I could still smell her feet and they did not smell good. All I did was lay there while this spoiled brat rubbed her bare feet all over my face. This is the life of a slave.