Driver's Seat update

Rachel tried to do as she was told. The crop licked at her ass. She screamed, stifled it, and licked deeper. The muscles of Emma’s asshole gave into the pressure of Rachel’s lapping tongue until she could actually force it inside the White Queen’s body. Tears ran down her face as she stayed like that, where Emma wanted her, wiggling her tongue in Emma’s ass until the blonde was rolling and heaving with an impending orgasm.

“Just like that, keep going, tongue my ass!” Emma moaned. “This is how desperate you are to fix your relationship with Scott, is it? You’re this worried about Celeste replacing you? You’re his daughter, but you think that tight Frost cunt she’s inherited from me is going to make daddy forget all about you? OHH YES! Well, I suppose it wouldn’t be the first time! Nnnn! After all, he chose my pussy over the last Grey! HH! But then, you chose loyalty to dear old mom over him! If only you’d accepted me as your new mommy, Celeste wouldn’t be in the running to become daddy’s little girl!”

Emma’s sphincter closed around Rachel’s tongue—the statuesque blonde getting off as much on the sadism of what she was saying as she was on Rachel’s ministrations. She jerked with her orgasm, moaning with approval while Rachel kept her tongue twisting away inside of Emma’s hot, earthy rectum.

“Mmmmm, that was nice. But you know, Scott did a lot more than just glaze my ass with that delicious cum of his. He also used my pussy. Oh yes, your father isn’t satisfied unless he’s gotten his money’s worth of my Frost cunt every time we fuck. Who knows—he’s so good at it, maybe eventually I’ll let him breed me. Won’t that show you and Celeste how silly it is to fight over someone I have my claws in? Hell, I may have even forgotten to take my birth control. If you don’t want another competitor for daddy’s love, I suggest you take care of all the love daddy left in me.”

Anything had to be better than licking Emma’s ass. Rachel was almost grateful when Emma bent over further, until her ass was upturned, spit-slick anus gleaming in the light, and her slit was offered to Rachel’s mouth.

It was that gratitude that compelled Rachel to strike back at Emma. She couldn’t believe how submissive she was being—how much she was giving in. “I’m sick of all of you… you’re all a bunch of freaks!”

Emma was actually bent double now, her hands on the floor like she was about to hike a football. Her hair was in a braid, though, keeping her from looking risible even with her head upside-down. “Yes, dearie. You included. After all, you have done everything I’ve told you. But then, I’m not surprised. It must be awful to have your father so near to you but to have so thoroughly sabotaged your relationship with him. If it were me, I know I’d do anything to get it back. And let’s face it, eating my pussy isn’t just anything. Daddy certainly enjoys it enough…”

Rachel thrust her face between Emma’s thighs, her mouth into Emma’s splayed pussy. She licked at the cum that suddenly seemed to be overflowing its folds, sucking it into her mouth, the sticky, salty taste of her father’s seed almost enjoyable now. Her tongue flicked inside of Emma and the blonde moaned at Rachel’s new level of subservience.

“Suck my clit!” she demanded. “You could’ve stopped this whenever you wanted, Rachel! You still can! But you won’t even think about that, will you? As much as you think you despise me, you want to be my bitch! You’re enjoying this! You love every minute that I’m giving you an excuse to be the cum-guzzling whore you really are! All this time you’ve hated what a slut I am, hated that your father loves me and my slutty body, but you’ve wished you were a cock-hungry little cum dump like me all along!”

Rachel was having a nightmare. Her tongue slid in more, licking and caressing inside of Emma, taking the last of the cum that coated her inner walls and swallowing it down still warm from Emma’s cunt. But that wasn’t good enough for Emma.

“I want those Jean Grey lips wrapped around my clit, come on! Do it, bitch! Show me you can suck me like a Summers or I’m giving you the riding crop again!”

Rachel shook with shame, but she did as she was told. The stiffly trembling flesh of Emma’s button went between her lips, was sucked by her, her tongue running over its tip as it quaked and jerked in Rachel’s mouth like a tiny animal.

“Bite it!” Emma commanded imperiously. “Yes, I know all you’ll do is get me off. That’s all you can do. You probably thought once that you’d bite my flesh right off if I came this close to you—now you wouldn’t even dream of that. That’d mean you weren’t my little pussywillow anymore, and that’s the last thing you want! Are you sure you still want to be daddy’s girl? I think you’re having much more fun being my little princess—my slutty little princess.”

The horror Rachel felt got worse with every passing moment. Then Emma slashed the riding crop into Rachel’s dangling breasts for no reason she could tell. Rachel gave an agonized shriek and obligingly bit down on Emma’s clit.

“Oh yes, my slutty little princess likes to be a good girl! She tries so hard to be a good girl for her new mommy Emma!” the blonde cried. She reached out and grabbed a handful of Rachel’s red hair, so like her real mother’s, and pulled hard. Forcing the helpless redhead deeper into her groin. “I know how to reward my good girl! The only thing she really wants is to feel even more like she’s my bitch! So I’m going to make you my bitch, Rachel! I’m going to make you love it even more than you already do!”

The riding crop landed on Rachel’s exposed flesh with a sickening crack. Rachel felt like she was going out of her mind. With pure agony flowing through her, she bit down on Emma’s clit as hard as she could, but somehow all that happened was that bit down hard enough to please Emma, to satisfy her sadomasochistic desires. Emma cried out in sheer lust.

“Do it, do it!” she screamed. “Bite me! The more you bite, the more you’ll get of the crop! Yes, take the crop, take it! Daddy never loved you enough to make a good girl out of you, but Auntie Emma will! She’ll whip you and lash you and make you come until you have no more naughty thoughts! Yes, no more, not any at all, only happy, lovely thoughts of what you can do for Auntie Emma!”

She shared her orgasmic sensations with Rachel as she came, the psychic bridge between them making Rachel’s cunt spasm with lust along with Emma. They both gasped and moaned for more, trembling in climax, a fine sheen of sweat bathing both their bodies. Rachel felt sick, knowing this ecstasy she was feeling was her doing, that she had gotten Emma off this hard with her submission. She’d betrayed her mother, giving into Emma this way, and it still felt so good!

Rachel teethed and sucked at Emma’s clit, not sure if she was still trying to attack Emma or if she was trying to keep getting her off—get herself off—be a good girl. Maybe it didn’t matter. Once again, she was unable to harm Emma. All she did was pull another passionate shriek from Emma’s lips. The blonde tore at Rachel’s hair, her cunt quivering, pouring its cream into Rachel’s licking mouth.

Finally, Emma dropped to her knees, grabbing at her sex, rubbing the aching, orgasmic flesh as her body heaved with deep breaths. “I think you’re finally starting to learn your lesson, whore. Assume the position. Two more strokes, just because I love the way your lipstick feels on my clit.”

She rubbed her little bud with increasing passion as Rachel hesitantly turned around, bent over, presented her ass, never sure why she was doing it. “Please, I don’t want—I don’t—AAAGHH!”

The riding crop cut into her already suffering flesh. Emma came again, lying on her back, her legs up, her skirt around her belly, her free hand flying over her cunt. To her horror, Rachel realized that Emma was sharing in her torment the same way Rachel had involuntarily shared in Emma’s rapture earlier.

“Yes—ohhh—that’s nice!” Emma mewled, sitting up again and rearing back with the riding crop. “You really do love being abused so much, Rachel. So much.” The second stroke punished Rachel’s ass and Frost came again, her fingers slowing on her clitoris as the pleasure became too much even for her to take. “Such a good girl. The ticket is yours. You can go. But be back here tomorrow, for a real therapy session. You clearly need my help.”

“Yes, Ms. Frost,” Rachel said weakly, picking herself up. She wouldn’t allow herself to grow comfortable there, where she’d been forced to come to the pleasure Emma took in punishing her. No matter how good it felt to lie there and bask in Emma’s approval, she would not stay.