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Throughout her life, Kitty found herself hated by her mother, always seeming to disappoint her and do the wrong things. Her sister Katty however was the polar opposite in this regard, claiming all the love and favoritism for herself, gaining the affection and attention Kitty struggled to get from their mother yet never obtained.
In their adult life, Kitty and Katty continued living polar opposite lives, only in more drastic ways as their careers took them across both sides of the law, with Kitty, despite her upbringing filled with isolation and neglect, becoming an agent of justice while Katty, who had everything she could only dream of, turned into a wanted criminal.
Because of this, eventually Kitty would be the one to put her own sister behind bars, an act that would destroy her relationship with her mother several times fold. Add to this the fact that she'd even been abandoning her mother's traditional upbringing in secret by forming a potential relationship with her partner, a dog, and it's a spell for what is shown here.
Mrs. Katswell views Kitty locking up her sister as nothing short of an act of spite and jealousy. There was always something about Katty that Kitty didn't have, and because she wasn't able to compare to her sister, their mother believes she took advantage of her position and got rid of her competition the first chance she got, and Mrs. Katswell wasn't having it.
Seeing her daughter as nothing short of an envious traitor to her family, Mrs. Katswell began giving Kitty all the punishment she'd been holding back since she was born. All the years of restraint suddenly vanished, with her pride and joy now locked behind bars at the hands of the problem daughter she'd never accepted.
What was going to be a vengeful beating turned into the most despicable punishment one could think of however when Mrs. Katswell stripped her daughter for a tail lashing only to find Kitty was wearing lingerie clearly geared toward attracting the species she loathes the most and ordered her daughters never to meddle with.
Their mother had always pushed her daughters to get married, her highest hopes being to wind up a proud parent of proper wives and grandchildren she could fawn over. But now, not only is her cherished daughter locked away, in turn stealing those hopes and dreams from Katty, here she discovers Kitty is on her way to being a hound humping hussy!
From being a treacherous disappointment to an outright ignorant and deplorable creature in her eyes, Mrs. Katswell's fury toward Kitty turns into something so dark there's barely a word to describe it. Tossing her suit aside and forcing Kitty into her bedroom, she takes out a terrifying strap-on that's perfect for someone like girl she dragged along.
Deep down there was always something that told her she'd put it to use someday from the moment she'd spotted it, and she couldn't have found a more satisfying purpose as she pinned her daughter beneath her size and strength to her bed before donning the strap-on and ripping away at the horrid canine calling lingerie that covered Kitty.
Shocked and terrified by both her mother's behavior and the size/texture of the strap-on combined, Kitty couldn't resist wetting herself, an act Mrs. Katswell point out as lucky since she could use the streaming fluid as lube for when she used the inhuman toy, drenching its length before ramming it into Kitty's body with a curdling scream in response.
Having always been a pain in the ass to her mother, Mrs. Katwell first thrust the barbed dildo into her daughter's anus as hard as she could as payback, her hips slamming against Kitty's rear as the toy forced her walls apart. This was far from the worst part though, as after yanking her hips back just as roughly, the spikes clawed and pull at Kitty's walls, making the miserable offspring scream all the louder.
Over and over, Mrs. Katswell vengefully gouged and churned her daughters anus, yanking its walls outward before shoving them back in along with the toy countless times while affirming how Kitty deserved it, how the pain she felt was nothing compared to what she put up with from having to raise her, having ruined their family in the end.
Eventually pulling the dildo out of Kitty, her anus was left looking as though she'd been taking men for days on end without pause, her walls so tortured the feeling in them had vanished, their ability to close literally stripped away and left widely gaping, barely a twitch to be seen from her muscles after the way her mother had abused them.
Still not finished venting her hatred, Mrs. Katswell moved on to treating Kitty's womanhood even more horribly, shoving the dildo into it twice as hard and yanking it out equally roughly. If all she had left was a daughter like Kitty and the risk of having a mixed-species grandchild, then it was better to ruin her body before the chance came.
Somehow, as time went on, it seemed as though Mrs. Katswell's energy only grew. Each time Kitty thought her mother couldn't be any more violent, her thrusts and yanks would increase. Pulling her walls out further and further as the spikes dug at and stretched them each time she reeled her hips back, her mother would shove them back in only to force them out again and again.
Hygiene was irrelevant as Mrs. Katswell swapped between Kitty's holes, tormenting her womanhood and anus equally with her only focus being to permanently destroy her daughters body so nobody would desire it, a fate befitting the unwanted child who threw her cherished daughter behind bars. Long after the damage to Kitty's body was done, there was still no stopping her mothers onslaught.
No matter how many "I'm sorry!" and "I love you!" comments Kitty screamed, her pleads for affection and mercy were greeted only by a furious "Shut up!" in response, her mother fed up with the spiteful failure now pinned beneath her and finally showing her daughter what her existence and the body she had was worth.
Longer and longer, harder and harder, Mrs. Katswell refused to stop as Kitty was tormented in and out of consciousness, both of her holes scraped and gouged to the point none could ever find pleasure from their usage. Whenever her daughter passed out, all it took was a rough yank of the hair and a hard snap from a belt and Kitty is forced back into reality.
Now nothing but an obscene creature with an equally obscene body to her mother, there was no amount of gaping that seemed to appease her, as each time Mrs. Katswell looked at Kitty's face, it only reminded her of Katty and her fury each time she began considering stopping, finding renewed drive and hatred instead, resuming her terrifying torture.
Adding to Mrs. Katswell's fury was how Kitty's body resembled her mothers so strongly when she was young. The breast-covering areola showed her bust would one day grow to turn out the same, a feature Katty lacked. Being the hated child, knowing Kitty would be the one to look most like her mother one day was a thought that made her mother sick to her stomach.
Stripping off her own clothes at some point, Mrs. Katswell used her own body's appearance to further torment her daughters psyche, screaming venomous lines like "look what you did to me!" as her stomach flab rolled and bounced, her saggy bosom flapping while her massive thighs, all tokens of giving birth, felt as though they could shatter Kitty's smaller frame with each powerful impact.
In the empty house Mrs. Katswell once dreamed of filling with daughters she'd be proud of and grandchildren she could spoil, instead the only sound that could be heard is the agonized screams of a tormented girl who found loathing in place of love, coupled with the obscene sounds escaping her unrecognizable holes and the echoes of flesh slamming against flesh.
Of course such an act would easily put Mrs. Katswell behind bars, the problem was it's likely exactly what she wanted. She could destroy the one who ruined her life before spending the rest of her days with the daughter she actually cared about, a life of crime together with Katty being more preferable than a life of solitude with Kitty by her side.
Maddened by her pain and horrified by her abuse, all Kitty could do was continue screaming for it to stop, her mothers mental abuse firmly pounding the belief she truly did deserve it into her mind despite knowing it was wrong. Mrs. Katswell was succeeding in making Kitty realize she had no place to go, no love to find, and before she goes to prison, will make sure no man finds room for her either.
No matter how many times Kitty apologizes and cries out "mommy!!" in misery, her pleads fall on deaf ears, given only a loathing gaze and a sneer of detest...
"I'm NOT your MOMMY you little SHIT!!"