Emma's Betrayal

tags: f/F, teen, incest, rape, anal, bagging, snuff

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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I was sitting in my bed while I waited for her, completely naked, just as I always did. I looked around the room nervously, trying to calm myself, but my mind was racing fast, telling me all the reasons why I shouldn't be here.

Not for the first time, I hesitated, looking at my clothing laying on the chair, but I was frozen in place.

Just then, Emma came in the room, wearing black lacy panties and nothing else. I watched her, transfixed by how beautiful she was, as she walked slowly and sensually towards me, closing the door behind her.

She stopped just in front of me. As she looked into my eyes, I felt a knot forming in my stomach. Unable to meet her gaze, I looked away and she laughed softly above me. Her hands rose towards my breasts, her fingers trailing over my skin as I trembled on the bed.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, feeling as my body responded to her touch. Her fingers rose along my breast, climbing over my neck and then resting under my chin. She lifted my head slowly, forcing me to look at her, and then I saw she had a rope in one hand.

I swallowed, afraid at what I knew would come.

“Turn around” she said to me, and I rose from the bed, facing the other way.

Then my daughter grabbed my hands, and tied them together behind my back.

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Sometimes I wonder when this all started, but it is hard to point to something specific. Even after all this time, the best I can come up with was when my husband was promoted to at his job.

Suddenly he started traveling every week, from one place to the other. He spent almost all the time away from home, until we only saw him during weekends, when he came home, before leaving again the next Monday.

I never liked the idea, but he always said he loved his job and the money was really great. We moved from a small apartment and bought a big house in the suburbs. I was able to move Emma to a better school, and I quit my job, to pursue my writing dream.

Everything looked great back then.

But the shine lasted for only a few months. It wasn't long before I grew depressed. I wanted to spend more time with him, but every time I tried to talk to him about it, he closed up, saying that everything he did, he did it for us, that I should be grateful for it. Ashamed, I always dropped the subject.

But I wasn't the only one having problems. Emma missed his dad too, and she cried more and more, saying how much she missed him. She started sleeping with me, as she couldn't sleep alone anymore, and I liked the idea at first, as I had trouble sleeping alone after so many year with him.

Every night, she would climb to the bed after me, and then she would snuggle against my back, her arm under my neck, until she fell asleep. We both slept better that way.

Then one day I woke up and found her grabbing my breast while I slept, I told her she couldn't do that, that she wasn't a baby anymore, but I don't think she truly understood.

Summer arrived and we discovered that the new house was an oven during the day. The air conditioner broke and I had to sleep naked until they came to fix it. Emma was still sleeping with me, so at night we would both undress and then she would hug me from behind like before.

I could feel her warm skin against my back, and I have to admit that I loved those moments. During the day I saw her growing up so fast that it scared me, but at night, she was still my little girl.

Robert kept traveling all week, leaving the house Monday morning and returning the next Saturday in the evening, only to repeat the whole thing the next week.

At first I would wait all week for him, as it would be the only two nights we spent together, but after a few months he stopped fucking me, telling me he was tired. When before he couldn't go a couple of days without complaining about the lack of sex, no he stopped wanting to be with me altogether.

Without a doubt, I then knew that he was having an affair. I was devastated, as I saw my marriage falling apart, but I was too afraid to do anything, hoping, stupidly, that it would fix itself in time, because I was so sure he loved me.

A whole year passed and I was by then resigned to my place. We would see each other two days a week, and every now and then he would fuck me, but it always felt hollow and cold. Those times I would pretend to be coming after a few minutes, just so he would leave me alone, and then I would fall asleep, ashamed, but too afraid to say anything.

During the week, Emma would still sleep with me, and I still woke up from time to time, feeling as she groped my breast or my ass. I didn't pay any attention to it, telling myself that it was only a phase she was going through.

Then one day I woke up and she was playing with my nipples. They were hard and I was obviously aroused, as I felt my crotch warm. I screamed at her to never do that again, and kicked her out of the bed. She went to her room, crying and I felt terrible with myself the moment her door closed.

The next morning she wouldn't talk to me, and when she left for school I spent the day feeling like crap for screaming at her. That night she went straight into her bedroom, but I told her to come to mine and she came running with joy.

As the weeks passed I told myself that she had just been curious, and that it was surely normal in a girl her age.

But it wasn't the last time something like that happened. The next time she woke me up, she had her hand between my legs, and she was playing with my pussy. I stood frozen in the bed, unable to react as she kept touching me. I felt disgusted by it, but at the same time I couldn't deny myself how horny I felt.

I tried to remain silent, but I was soon moaning in pleasure as Emma finger fucked me. I spread my legs, giving her more room and she climbed on top of my stomach. She was facing my feet and I could only see her back as she bent down between my legs.

Renewing her exploration, she pushed one, and then a second finger inside me. I tried to remember the last time Robert had done that to me, but I just couldn't.

I closed my eyes as waves of pleasure rocked my body and soon I was lost in the sensation. I didn't care that she was my daughter, or that she was only 13 years old, it just felt too good.

Soon after that I came. Every muscle in my body tensed at the same time until it seemed my body would rip and then I cried loudly. Once it had passed I collapsed on the bed, and my body felt heavy and sticky.

When I tried to remember the last orgasm I had, let alone one so good as that, I failed miserably.

Emma was still on top of me, giggling like she did while watching the TV. When she turned around she showed me her fingers. They were sticky with my juices, and she took them under her nose before she sniffed them.

“It smells funny, mom!” she said to me, and I felt my face burning in embarrassment.

After I recovered a little I went to the bathroom. I tried to clean myself as best as I could, and then stood in front of the sink, looking at me.

Suddenly I felt sick. I imagined myself in jail, imprisoned for raping my underage daughter. I was afraid, ashamed and almost hysterical as I imagined what they would do to me if they found out. I don't long how long I was in there, but somehow I managed to collect myself. After gathering enough courage to face her again, I returned to the bedroom.

She was deeply asleep on the bed, with her pink pajamas ruffled and a smile on her face.

I stood paralyzed for a while as I watched her, and then, finally exhausted, I laid next to her and finally managed to sleep.

I woke up the next day, feeling as if I had slept only a few minutes, but Emma was still sleeping next to me, oblivious to the world.

Not knowing what to do, I got up and went to the kitchen. I made breakfast for the two of us, and when I was ready I woke her up. We sat together on the table, while she ate. I was too nervous to eat anything, but I knew I had to do something.

I asked her what had happened yesterday, and she told me that she wasn't sure, but that she had liked it. She smiled at me the way only a child can, and I stammered for an answer.

After a minute, I told her that I had liked it too, afraid that she would get angry, but that no one could know about it. She asked me if it would be our secret, and I told her that it would. She smiled again, and told me that it was okay, before finishing her breakfast.

When she left for school I panicked again, afraid that she would tell someone, but when she returned she swore that she hadn’t. She went to do her homework while I stood on the hallway, wanting to believe her, but to afraid of the consequences.

After realizing that there was nothing that I could do, I made us some dinner and before I knew it, we were in bed again.

Once the lights were off, Emma kneeled on the bed next to me, looking at my eyes while my heart was beating wildly inside my chest. She liked her lips, looking unsure of herself.

Before I could stop myself, I had taken off my shirt, and was pushing my panties down my legs. Emma looked at me, her eyes darting over my naked body while I tried not to cover myself.

“Can you touch me, Emma?” I asked her meekly “Just like you did yesterday.”

She nodded once, before mounting me again, like she had done yesterday. As before, she started fingering my pussy and I laid my head back, closing my eyes as I felt my body warming up under her touch.

As before I didn't care about anything, except the feeling of her on me. It didn't take long until I was breathing hard and my body was covered in sweat. Before I knew it she had three fingers inside me, and I had to fight hard not to shiver in pleasure.

Unlike before, this time I wanted more, and I guided her slowly towards my clit. When she found it she started pinching it lightly, and I almost came instantly.

My hands landed on the back, and I lifted her shirt up, feeling her smooth back under my hands. Wanting to see her, I took it off her and then threw it on the floor with my own shirt.

I massaged her back as I got hornier and hornier, and I felt like I could cum at any time.

“Baby... I want you to lick me, as if it was an ice cream, okay?” I told her.

She looked at me, uncertain, but I nodded at her, and she lowered her head between my legs. I felt her long hair falling over my legs and then her tongue passing once between my lips.

I held my breath as I waited for her to say something, but a moment later she did it again and soon she was lapping at my pussy. It was finally too much for me. After only a few seconds, I cried and my body tensed again.

A violent orgasm rocked my body. It pulsed through my pussy and my whole body in a huge wave that seemed to last forever, until finally it came crashing down, leaving me exhausted. She continued for a few moments afterwards, but I told her to stop as I was too sensitive and her touch became painful.

She laid next to me as I recovered from my orgasm, and I watched her breasts, surprised at how big they had gotten this past few months. I noticed that she kept licking her lips, and that her face was covered in my juices, which made me feel somehow uncomfortable.

“Did you like it?” I asked her, afraid of what her answer would be.

She looked at me for a moment, uncertain, but then she told me that I tasted weird, but that she didn't mind.

Relieved, I ran my fingers through her hair and told her to go to sleep, and soon we were both asleep.

From then on it became impossible for me to stop, and I became bolder and bolder, while she became more and more experienced. When Robert was in the house I couldn't sleep and soon I didn't care that he never fucked me anymore, or even that he was having an affair. Monday morning I was free again, and every night I spent with her.

A whole year passed like that and she grew from a little girl into a young woman. Her body developed quickly until she became a copy of me at her age, though she was still shorter and when she thought I wasn't paying attention she still behaved like a little girl.

She also started toying with me, and I liked it. From time to time she would go to school without panties, only to flash me her bare pussy just before leaving. I would stay all day with that imagine in my head, until she returned, but sometimes she would tell me no, and I would have to beg her.

I started buying lingerie for her, simple things at first, but then getting riskier as time went on. My favorite was a pair of crotchless panties that were so thin as to almost being invisible.

With time, I also started doing to her the thing she did to me. I eat her out, I finger fucked her, and sucked her breasts until both of us were too exhausted to keep going. But sometimes it wasn't enough to her.

She became more demanding of me, and soon she started forcing herself on me. I said nothing because I enjoyed it, even thought I would have never suspected it. When she told me she wanted to tie my hands to the bed, I told her yes without even thinking about it.

I was drunk with lust, just like I had been during college.

She grabbed one of Robert’s silk ties and tied my wrists to the headboard before fucking me. She was rough, she scratched my stomach, she pinched my nipples and my clit, she forced her hand inside my pussy until it hurt, and when I told her to be gentle she only pushed harder.

But I liked it, and so did she.

That day I watched her over me, grinding herself against my pussy and I realized that I was a little envious of her. She was younger than me, and more beautiful. I had lied when I said that she looked just like me at her age. She was somehow prettier. Maybe her face was thinner, or her eyes brighter, but there was something in her, that I never had.

It made me feel a little sad, but I told myself that it was nothing. I was only 32, I was still� young, still beautiful, right?

When she came, she collapsed on top of me, but my own orgasm was still far from my reach. I wanted to touch her but my hands were still tied, but she refused to let me go. After a minute, she got on top of me, and started licking my pussy until I was moaning.

She told me to turn around, and I managed to lay face down on the bed, before she started fucking me with her fingers. The position was new to us, and a little bit uncomfortable with my hands tied so high, but she knew how to pleasure me and soon I forgot about that.

That's when I felt her tongue on my ass for the first time. I cried in surprise, but she kept licking my asshole, tracing around it with her tongue until if felt welt. I pulled from the tie, but it held firm as she pushed a fourth finger inside my pussy.

After a minute, she stopped, and I felt her finger over my asshole. I tensed, as I had never tried anal sex before, but she didn't seem to care and I could say nothing.

She started playing with it, on the outside at first, and I relaxed a little as it felt good. Without realizing it, I started moaning and I heard her giggling behind me as she started pushing harder and harder.

I felt her nails scratching my flesh, but when I tried to move away from the pain she held me down with her other hand. She kept pushing harder until finally I felt her finger inside me.

The sensation was foreign to me, but it wasn't painful, not yet at least.

Meanwhile she kept pushing in until I felt her knuckles on my ass, and then she retreated. Slowly, she started fucking my ass. I winced as it started hurting but it wasn't so bad, and I kept quiet, moaning from time to time as the pleasure rose inside me.

Not satisfied, she retreated out of my ass only to spit over it and then she pushed two fingers in me. They stretched me painfully and now the sensation was a lot less erotic. I pulled from the tie, hoping it would slip but the knot held firmly.

She started moving it faster and faster until my ass felt on fire, but I bit my lips, desperate to remain silent, fearing she would get angry at me.

After moving behind me, I felt her crotch over one of my legs and she started grinding herself against me, crying from the pleasure as she finger fucked my ass. Her free hand started playing with her own nipples, and she closed her eyes.

What little saliva she had used at first was long gone, and the sensation of heat started to raise inside me. Tears ran down my face as she inserted a third finger without a word.

Blinding pain filled my mind as my asshole was stretched wider than ever before, and I feared she would rip it open from the force. Oblivious to my pain, she kept grinding her pussy against my leg, and I could feel it wet from her juices, until just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she came again, screaming loudly behind me.

Her fingers stopped moving, and then she took them off. I breathed in relief as the pain remained, but became lower with every passing second.

Exhausted, she collapsed on top of me and I tried to relax a little.

Her eyes looked glassy and tired as she ran her fingers over my face, almost lovingly. I realized too late that it was the same hand she had used on my ass, and the stench was turned my stomach, but she didn't seem to care. I moved away from it, as far as the tie would let me, and then she fell asleep.

I pulled from the tie one more time, knowing that it was still firmly attached, and then tried to get some sleep.

That night was the first time I feared that she would lose control, but it wasn't the last. From then on, it only grew worse.

But if I have to say the truth, even if only to myself, with time I grew to enjoy some of it. Not the pain, but the submission. It's something that I would never have expected with Robert, but with Emma�

I don't know how to explain it. Maybe I am just crazy for doing the things I did with my daughter, but at the time, I couldn't stop, even if I had wanted to.

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I tried to remain calm but it wasn't easy. For one, I knew what was to come, but I was also in a very uncomfortable, and that didn't help.

I was lying face down on the kitchen table, naked and bound. My arms were stretched above my head and tied to the legs, and my legs were barely touching the floor, and also tied to the legs of the table.

The edge of the table was digging painfully on my hip, and my breasts were being mashed by my own weight. It hadn't been a problem at first, but after 15 minutes they had started to hurt.

Finally, Emma came back to the kitchen, naked as the day I had given birth to her. She had a black mask on her hand, and when I saw it I started sobbing and pleading her not to use it, but she didn't care what I thought.

The black stretchy fabric slipped easily over my head and she closed the zipper behind my head, locking it in place. The only holes in it were one on the back for my pony tail, and one over my mouth, which she quickly pushed open with a big metal ring gag.

It wasn't the first time she had used it on me, but it was still very painful to stretch my mouth wide enough for it to fit. Once it was in, she locked it behind my head and left me alone again.

I tried looking around, but the fabric was too thick for that. The only thing I could see were a small points of light through the fabric, but nothing else.

Alone, I tried to breathe deeply as I concentrated on the pain. My arms, my legs, my breasts and now my jaw, they were all complaining from the pain, but there was nothing I could do.

Drool started running down my chin as I couldn't swallow, and soon the mask became wet and sticky with it.

I heard Emma returning, her bare feet slapping the tiled floor as I tried to follow her movement with my ears.

“I brought you a� present, mom.” she said in front of me.

I heard something slapping on the table, and then she pulled from my hair until I lifted my head from the table. Before I could complain, she pushed me back down and I felt a rubber dildo entering my mouth.

She kept pushing me down into it, forcing it past my mouth and into my throat. I choked on it, and tried to pull back, but she held me firmly. I started coughing and saliva exploded from my mouth until she finally released me.

I breathed deeply, trying to clear my throat, as I heard her walking behind me.

My body started trembling in fear and my heart was beating furiously inside my chest as she grabbed my hips. I could feel her strapon dildo against my ass, and tried begging her to stop.

“Ungghhh” I cried into the gag.

Paying me no attention, she started grinding the dildo against my ass. I knew it was double ended, and one side was buried inside her, while the other, the longest one, was just for me.

Emma’s hands left my hips, going up as she caressed my back. It almost felt good, feeling her fingers on my back, but soon she was also digging her nails into my flesh before pulling them along.

I knew she liked to mark me that way, and every time she did I feared Robert would see them. I moaned in pain as she pushed hard, and I felt them slicing my skin.

Her breathing was fast and swallow by then, and I knew she was horny. I felt her take a step back, and then she laid the dildo against my asshole. I clenched in reflex, even though I knew it would only cause more pain, but I couldn't control it.

She started pushing hard, and I was relieved to feel that she had lubed it up this time.

I felt the hard rubber spreading my ass open, burying itself inside my rectum until I felt her hips against my ass. She was trembling from the pleasure, and then she pushed my head down without a warning, burying the dildo inside my throat once more.

This time she grabbed my hair, and she started moving my head up and down, fucking my throat with it as she started doing the same to my ass.

“Do you like this, slut?” she asked me in between moans, but I couldn't answer.

My ass felt full and sore from the pounding she was giving me, but the worst was my throat. I couldn't breathe, and soon my lungs started burning and my head felt heavy. My mouth was full of thick saliva, and from time to time I could feel the tip of the dildo pushing against the back of my throat, while my stomach threatened to push everything out.

Above me, Emma was moaning in pleasure, calling me a slut and a whore. Hearing my daughter calling me that as she fucked my ass, hurt more than anything else. I started crying, but not from the pain.

When my lungs couldn't take it anymore she released me for a few moments and I caught my breath just before she pushed me down again. Meanwhile she kept fucking me hard, as if it were a punishment for something I had done. From time to time she would slap my ass and she sound echoed inside the kitchen.

Finally, she came, shoving me down hard until I felt my nose touching the table. She pushed herself deeply into my ass and held the dildo inside me as her body rocked from the pleasure and my stomach finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Vomit rose up my throat and I heaved hard. It came out from my mouth and my nose, burning me along the way. When she released me a moment later I coughed violently, trying to clear my nose from the burning liquid.

The mask was soaking wet by then, and it stuck to my face as I kept crying, but I was happy that it was finally over.

After Emma recovered, she took a step back and the dildo finally left my ass feeling empty and sore. She walked around the table, and I heard her moaning in front of me as she removed the dildo from inside her pussy.

After letting it fall to the floor, she walked out of the kitchen, leaving me tied to the table. For a moment I thought she would go to sleep, leaving me like this, but a few moments later she returned.

She released one of my hands, before telling me to get on the bed.

Relieved, I untied my other hand with some effort and then I removed the ring gag and the mask, dropping them on the floor. My jaw felt sore and it was painful to move it, but I knew from experience that the pain would fade away eventually.

I laid on the table again, despite it being covered in my saliva and my vomit, as I was too tired to move. I breathed deeply, feeling as blood flowed into my hands again, until I had recovered.

Finally, I untied my legs from the table, and then I collapsed on the floor, as my legs couldn't hold my weight any longer. I landed on the cold tiles, and soon saw that they were soaking wet with her juices.

Gingerly, I took one of my hands to my ass. It was gaping open, as it had the last time she had done this, but there was no blood, and I was grateful for that small mercy.

After a few minutes, I managed to get up again. I picked the mask, the gag and the dildo, and hid them on the kitchen counter, afraid to let them out in the open, even though Robert wouldn't be back for another three days. I then cleaned everything as best as I could, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't remove the smell of sex from the air.

Defeated, I went to the bedroom where Emma was sleeping naked on the bed.

I remembered that first time I found her sleeping after sex, and how innocent she looked back then. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and I shook my head, trying to clear it.

When I went to the bathroom to pee, and I stopped myself in front of my big mirror. My body was mess. My wrist and my legs still had the marks from the rope and my body was covered in bruises and scratches. I broke down and started sobbing, knowing that I couldn't continue like this.

After I recovered a little, I laid on the bed. I hugged Emma from behind, stroking her hair like I did when she was just a baby, and cried myself to sleep.

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When I woke up the next morning Emma had already gone off to school. I got up, sore all over but glad that most of the bruises from yesterday were gone and went to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast.

When I saw the table, my heart skipped a beat, but I was able to go around my day without too much trouble. I cleaned the house, made myself some lunch and then sat down to write.

Words stuck inside my head and I spent all day trying to write two measly pages of text that turned out awful. When I realized the time, I despaired, as she would be returning home soon, and I wanted to be ready.

I changed into a pair of jeans and a white tshirt, and then deleted what I had written as it was just garbage. Then I sat on the couch, watching TV as I waited for her to return.

Half an hour later, I heard the door opening and closing, and I rose from the couch, ready to face her once and for all.

She was standing on the hallway in her school uniform, a blue and white plaid skirt, blue pantyhose and a white tshirt. She was taking of her shoes and she looked up at me as I came in, a nasty smile in her face.

She said hi to me before going into the kitchen, leaving me on the hallway. Angry, I followed her while she took an apple from the counter.

“This has to end, Emma. We can't keep doing this. It isn't normal�” I said, sounding unsure and weak.

She looked at me as if I was crazy before laughing.

“So? That hasn't stopped us before! We both like it. Don't deny it, I know you do.” she said to me.

I looked down, ashamed with myself. I tried to deny it, but I couldn't, instead I remained quiet as she walked up to me, lifting my head with one hand.

She leaned forward, kissing my lips softly and I gasped in pleasure. Without stopping, she started fondling my breasts and I felt my body warming up under her touch.

When one of her hands unbuttoned my jeans I told her to stop, but she told me to stay quiet and I obeyed. Her hand slid down to my crotch and she started playing with my pussy. It wasn't long before my panties were soaking wet.

When my legs threatened to collapse, she guided me to the floor and I laid on it. She took off my jean completely and then my panties, leaving me naked from the waist down as she kept fingering me. Every time her fingers brushed my clitoris I moaned in pleasure, and I felt my face burning from the shame as my body responded to her touch.

She kneeled between my legs and then she started eating out my pussy. Her tongue felt wonderful on me as she lapped at my sex with abandon. Without stopping, she pushed a finger inside me, and then another until I was moaning loudly.

I forgot everything and simply lost myself in my own pleasure until I came. My body spasmed on the floor and I imagine I looked like a fish out of the water until I finally came down from it.

While I recovered, Emma rolled me over, and took of my shirt, leaving me naked on the floor. Too tired to realize what she was doing, she pulled my arms behind my back, and then she pulled my legs back, tying them together into a tight hogtie.

When she rose, she looked at me, biting her lips as I tried to free myself, but the belt held me tight.

“Don't go anywhere” she said, mocking me, and then left me on the kitchen floor. Resigned, I waited for her to return, growing more uncomfortable with every minute, until she finally returned.

When I saw her I was speechless. She had a black babydoll, black stockings and a garter belt, and nothing else. She had also put on some makeup, but what shocked me the most was that she looked just like I had on my wedding night, almost twelve years ago.

At the beginning Robert used to take pictures of us as we had sex, and that night hadn't been the exception. I knew he still had them, but we didn't do those things anymore. My mind raced as I thought about it, thinking that she had somehow found it, but maybe it was just a coincidence.

She didn't look like a 14 year old girl anymore. She looked like a woman.

Then I realized that she had a few leather straps on her hands, along with the same ring gag she had used yesterday. My jaw started hurting just from seeing it, and I pleaded to her not to use it, but she paid me no attention.

She kneeled in front of me and ordered me to open my mouth. I did, regretting it as soon as she locked it in place and my jaw screamed in agony, but then I couldn't talk anymore.

Then she replaced the belt with the straps, not giving me a chance to escape, and pulled it a little tighter than before, forcing me to arch my back.

From somewhere I couldn't see she took out an anal plug. It was a short black cone, as wide as a coke can on the middle, that narrowed a little near the base to lock itself inside someone's ass. I started shaking my head from side to side as I mumbled for her to stop, but she placed the plug on my mouth, coating it on my saliva.

Once it was wet, she went behind me, and I felt the tip against my asshole. She started pushing it lightly as she twisted it in, and soon I felt it going inside me as it spread me open. As she got to the widest part it really started to hurt, and I bit on the gag, whining from the pain but I refused to scream.

Finally, it slipped inside me and my asshole closed around it, locking it in place. The pain lessened a bit, but I knew from experience that getting it out wouldn't be pleasant.

Sobbing, I looked at her as she patted my head, shushing me.

Then I felt her slipping something behind me, under the strap from the gag, and then she pulled hard, lifting my head from the floor and arching my neck painfully. When it wouldn't go any farther, she tied it to my legs, locking me in place.

Breathing became infinitely harder, as my neck was stretched and my back was painfully curved back. The position put a lot of pressure on my neck, and I started to feel light headed. Drool started to fall down my chin and my neck as I couldn't swallow, and the ring made my mouth water.

Once it was done, Emma sat on the floor, just in front of me. She stared at my face as I struggled silently.

Minutes passed and it felt like an eternity, but she remained quiet and I could only concentrate in my breathing. Even then, every time I did, I felt like I had just a bit less air than before, until my chest felt heavy and cramped.

Then without a word she rose from the floor and went to the counter. From one drawer she took a transparent plastic bag, and then she returned to her position in front of me.

I looked at her face as panic rose in front of me, but she remained still for another minute.

I tried to read her but she stared at me blankly. I grew more scared as time went on, and breathing became even harder than before.

Just when I couldn't hold it anymore, she exhaled loudly and then she moved quickly and without a word. She slipped the bag over my head, tying it around my neck.

I screamed into the bag as I felt the plastic sticking to my face when I tried to breath. Desperate, I pulled from the straps, but they only dug deeper into my skin.

Panicking, I tried to rip the bag by biting it, anything to breathe again, but the gag held my mouth open and I couldn't do anything.

I saw Emma in front of me, my vision blurry from the tears and the water that condensed on the plastic as I fought to breath. She was looking at me, her face calm as if nothing was happening, while I slowly asphyxiated.

By that time my lungs were burning from the lack of air and my vision started to close around me. With what little air I still had I wailed once more and just then, Emma got up. I hoped for a moment that she would release me, but then I noticed Robert, standing by the kitchen door.

Emma walked towards him, pressing her back against him as they both watched me die.

I saw with horror as he fondled her breast and she started playing with herself. I blinked, trying to clear my eyes, sure that I was having vision from the lack of air, but they remained there, looking at me.

I knew, finally, who was my husband's lover. My heart broke inside me as I imagined them sleeping together.

Robert smiled at me, and then raised one of his hands towards Emma’s neck, squeezing tightly until her face started turning a deep shade of red. Emma pushed her fingers inside her pussy, fucking herself furiously as her father choked her and my heart slowed down inside my chest.

Soon her face turned from red to purple and then to a dark blue. She opened her mouth in an effort to breathe, but she made no move to stop him as she kept fingering herself.

My vision closed even more as Emma came hard, her body spasming. When she stopped cumming, her legs gave and Robert lifted her up from the floor until her feet were not touching it. Emma looked at me while he lifted her, her hands hanging down limply. Then he slowly lowered her to the floor just in front of me.

Once on the floor, I saw her breathing deeply, a big smile on her face as she recovered from her orgasm. Robert kneeled next to her, and I saw his face, calm and pleased, as my vision darkened completely.

I felt my body going limp, and then in one final indignity I pissed myself. The warm liquid pooled under my stomach, and then I felt no more.

 

 

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