Mother and Daughter Ride Again - Part three [Final] by wbill_99_1999

Jill lolled back on the grass, propped up on her elbows, as she surveyed the scene in front of her. Rachel, her beloved daughter, had been torturing the young man for over an hour, and a most agreeable, pleasant little interlude it had been. The shadows from the trees spread across the grass; evening was coming and Jill felt comfortably mellow. She had been a close observer, making a comment or suggestion here and there or having a rambling conversation about some her own past conquests: a real mother and daughter bonding session.

Rachel had moved from one torture to another, her inventive mind devising new ways of humiliating her now helpless victim. At Jill's suggestion she had inflicted considerable pain by using some Judo artemi waza nerve strikes on various parts of her victim's body. This had caused a lot of noise and the boy's body had jerked around like a marionette as he threshed and squirmed. Right now, Rachel was seated astride him, facing his feet, arms secured in the crook of her knees and his head wedged between her thighs in a neck crank. The back of his head was jammed against Rachel's abdomen and, as he could not move his head left or right, he was forced to stare down the length of his body at the latest torment. Rachel was inflicting her alternative version of the Chinese water torture; using one knuckle on her right hand, she was rhythmically tapping a spot on his breastbone. He moaned feebly and occasionally twisted his hips from side to side.

Rachel grinned at her mother. "They tell me that this torment can drive the victim insane. The Chinese, of course, use water and they can torture a victim for hours until the mind snaps. They continue for a prescribed time; torture is an art form in some oriental countries-. I wonder if they had female torturers ' I guess that they probably did. I seem to remember reading something about the torture of the caress. It's very important to strike the same spot all the time with this little torment ' it's going to give him a nice to bruise to remember this little occasion by"

Darin had a kind of frozen rictus on his face as he watched Rachel's knuckle rise and fall as she tormented him. Her rhythm was slow and steady and the impact seemed to spread right through his body and up into his head: he wanted to scream. He had never experienced such humiliation, such impotence and such frustration - yet, there was something else stirring in him. The girl was his complete master; she was at least as strong as him, far more flexible and was a fighting machine ' but in spite of this and the fact that the whole scene was being watched by her mother, a satisfied smile on her face, he was beginning to get aroused. The face sitting had confused him. The smoothness of her skin and silky shorts had caused his senses to reel and now, held like he was, with Rachel's full breasts hanging over him and the look of Madonna like calm on her face as she worked on him, he could feel himself getting erect. He wanted this girl to torture him; he wanted her to keep humiliating him. Christ! In spite of the immense aching in his chest and his head, he was enjoying it!

Jill, now sitting up on her haunches, looked at him very closely. Quietly she said "You've broken him. He's getting a hard on. He's yours ' you've captured his mind and once you've done that, you've got him. You can do what you like with him now. A slave for life, if you want it. Your father was like that. Once I'd broken him on our wedding night, he was mine to do what I like with"

Rachel looked at her mother slyly. "I know that. That's why I am like I am. I saw you working on dad once ' I was about ten at the time. I never forgot it - or the number you did on Uncle David either. I remember him begging you to let him submit and you ignoring him. I remember his scarlet face after you sat on it and his yelling when you squeezed his balls so hard. You were giggling like a ten year old."

Rachel had stopped tapping Darin's chest, and raising herself up on her knees, pushed his head back down onto the grass and sat down on his face. Spreading her legs very wide, she began to move her hips backwards and forwards slowly and rhythmically. There was a deep, muffled moan from under her. "Face rape" she giggled "How very nice" She bit her lip and closed her eyes.

Jill looked on benevolently; how that scene took her back. She had dealt to a man like that once when she was nineteen years old. He had come to complain about the treatment Jill had meted out to his dopey son. Her parents were out for the day and the irate man had started something he was incapable of finishing. He had foolishly grabbed her to, as he said to "dish out a bit of summary justice'. After a lot a crashing and bashing while furniture was knocked over in her parent's lounge, she had floored him with a leg sweep and clamped on a head scissors. Crushed between her large thighs for ages, she had broken him and he was almost unconscious when she had mounted him to repeat the treatment that she had dished out to his son. She had brought herself off on his face and she could still remember the scream that she had given as her orgasm ripped through her. The man was a blubbering wreck when she had kicked him out. The lovely thing was knowing that you were completely safe; no man would ever go to the Police and complain about something like that. She had seen him in the street shortly after and the downcast eyes and averted gaze told of a lesson well learned.

Rachel looked up at her. "What are we going to do about that?" She pointed at his very obvious erection. "Do you want to deal with it?" She had raised herself off Darin's face and he was gulping in air.

Jill had risen and was looking down at them thoughtfully.

"Hmmm ' yes, if you want me to" Jill's eyes glittered. Kneeling down quickly, she forced his knees apart. She carefully laced her legs through his and hooked her feet round his shins in an upright grapevine hold. She used her hands to force his legs apart ' Darin yelped as his knee joints and thigh muscles were stretched. "This is my version of the Indian death lock - put him back in that neck crank" Jill ordered "He'll be forced to watch what I'm going to do to him"

Rachel obliged. Jill used her right elbow to keep the tension on his knee and reaching down with her right hand; she loosened his jeans and fumbling around, released his erection to the fresh air. She smiled sweetly at Gavin, whose incredulous face was framed by Rachel's formidable thighs; Jill's right hand and clever fingers set to work.

It didn't take long ' Darin, his brain more scrambled than ever, was crying silently and watched as his penis was expertly milked by Jill. Rachel smiled down at him and almost absent mindedly tweaked his nipples. Darin ejaculated with a loud wail and Rachel watched incredulously as his semen rose in an impressive column to soil the front of his jeans and splash onto his stomach.

"A good lesson, my dear" Jill was still smiling as she continued to firmly massage the base of his member, a small rivulet still oozed from its head. "Always drain them dry and send them home with a little mess to clean up. It's all part of the lesson and gives them even more to think about as they have to wash it all up themselves. It makes the humiliation complete" Jill released her hold, unlaced her legs and rolled clear. Kneeling on her haunches she looked at her daughter. "He's all yours again, my dear. I'm going home now. I've got that nice Gavin coming to see me tonight and I need a bit of space before he arrives. Don't be long, just give him a debrief and then let him go. It'll be dark soon and we don't want him getting lost, do we"

Rachel gave her mother a broad grin "I won't be long. Darin and I are just going to have a nice little chat" Rachel released his head and neck from its prison, and whirling around, straddled him again, shuffling forward until her crotch was pressed against his chin and her thighs were clamped around the side of his head; she didn't bother to pin his arms. He was forced to look up at her. Jill made her way slowly from the clearing.

"Well, it's just you and I now Darin, isn't it" Rachel stroked his forehead tenderly. "We had quite a nice little time together, haven't we? I have to admit I was disappointed with you: I expected a much better contest. You were no match for me, were you? I completely stuffed you didn't l? I like a real good fight, someone that will stretch me a wee bit before I break them. I have my black belt grading next week and I really needed a hard contest and I certainly didn't get that from you. I'll have to fight mum a lot this next few days, unless I have the luck to come across another tough man, who can give me the workout I need. Haven't got any big brothers at home have you?" He shook his head and a tear ran down his cheek. Rachel suddenly looked serious. "What I did to you today was only a sample of what I can do. I can repeat it anytime I want to; I literally know dozens of ways to hurt a man and I love to torture. I've had boys a lot bigger than you sing me a lot of soprano ' even my mother has no idea if what I get up to at times. It's in my genes and my mother encourages me, so if I hear anymore stories of you and your mate being anti-social, I'll come looking for you"

Darin gave a big sob and looked up at his nemesis. He was still confused, the old Darin had almost been obliterated; half of him wanted to run away and hide and half of him could have stayed here forever under this dark haired dominatrix. He looked almost longingly at those tight silky shorts which were pressed up against his chin ' if only she would sit on his face again. Rachel spoke softly to him "What is it you want me to do Darin? ' I can tell by the look on your face that there's something" Darin swallowed hard and stammered quietly "Sit on my face". Rachel looked surprised "Why Darin, could this be the macho man who just an hour or so ago was going to take my mother and me apart? Now all he wants is my pussy on his face. Well, I guess that as you asked so nicely and as I still have a itch that needs scratching, perhaps I could" As she spoke she raised her hips and slid forward. Darin's face disappeared once again under her dominating derriere - she began to rock slowly to and fro.

Darkness was falling as Rachel led Darin from the clearing and back along the path through the little forest reserve. He stumbled along behind, Rachel holding his hand. True to the last, she had him in one of her painful finger grips and he whimpered softly as he was pulled along. Out by the road, Rachel released her grip and turned to face him.

"Goodnight, the ex macho man" She kissed him tenderly, her tongue invaded his mouth ' Darin's senses reeled. Almost languidly and in slow motion, Rachel threw him over her hip and he hit the grass verge with a dull thump. Without another word, and without a

backwards glance, she walked away into the gathering darkness. Darin stayed on the grass, more confused than ever. His whole body ached, and her smell was all over his face and nostrils. Slowly he got to his feet and wearily made his way home. Over coffee later, Jill and Rachel relived the day's events. Jill's visitor had gone, bruised and happy, while Jill was feeling satiated, have ridden him vigorously to a satisfying orgasm; the relationship was developing nicely. "One step ay a time dear" Jill had told her daughter "It's a bit like breaking in a horse. I am establishing a dependency and once I've done that, he's mine" Rachel rather liked this new man in her mother's life; she missed her father and liked to see her mother happy and fulfilled. Rachel told her mother what had happened after she had left Darin and her on their own. Jill shook her head and told her that they hadn't seen the end of those two boys "They'll be back ' and it won't be long either" Jill said sagely.

It was only two days later whilst mother and daughter, clad in their Judo Gi's, were practising for Rachel's grading that the front door bell rang. Two nervous young men were standing on their doorstep. Jill smiled broadly at them, "Why, do come in young men; you have arrived just in time" They stepped forward and the door closed behind them

The End