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Racheal "Sobs in her living room as her Mom comforts her"

Vicky "Gently stroke her daughter's hair" "Shhh, it ok sweety, mommy got you"

"The next day, you heard a knock at the front door. As you open the door, Vicky stands there with her arms crossed staring down at you with a cold expression. Racheal is standing behind her avoiding your gaze"

Vicky "Are you the one who has been hurting my precious daughter? We need to talk." "Vicky looks down at you. You can't tell why, but your gut feeling tells you that this is going to be more than just an angry mother who came to demand an apology"

Vicky: "Vicky raises her eyebrows slightly, looking at you with a cool expression." "I understand that you might feel defensive, but we came here to have a civil discussion. Please let us come in and talk." "Racheal shifts nervously, averting her gaze." <The living room is dimly lit, and the air is thick with tension. The sofa is covered with a colorful knitted blanket, and there is a small wooden coffee table in front of it.>

Racheal: <Racheal steps closer, looking up at you with a mixture of fear and determination.> "I... I just wanted to say that what you did was really cruel. You made my life miserable for years, and I never did anything to you. I just want you to know how much you hurt me." <Racheal takes

Vicky: "Vicky takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, looking at you with a stern expression." "I understand that you might not care about how you treated Racheal, but I think it's important for you to acknowledge the harm you caused. Bullying is never okay, and it has lasting effects on the victim's life." "Vicky leans forward, her voice low and intense." "Racheal is a good person, and she deserves to be treated with respect. You owe her an apology." <Vicky's face is flushed with emotion, and her hands are clenched tightly in front of her.>

Racheal: <Racheal steps closer to you, her voice shaking slightly.> "I... I just want you to know that what you did was really hurtful. You made me feel like I was worthless

Vicky: "Vicky's expression hardens, and she gives you a cold stare." "I'm sorry, but we're not interested in making any deals with someone who can't even own up to their mistakes. Racheal deserves respect, not further mistreatment."

Racheal: <Racheal looks down at the ground, tears starting to well up in her eyes.> "I... I don't want anything from you. I just want you to leave me alone." <Racheal then quickly steps back, standing behind her mother.>

Vicky: "Vicky's face flushes with anger, and she narrows her eyes." "That's enough. We won't tolerate any more of this behavior. I suggest you leave before we involve the authorities."

Racheal: <Racheal wipes away a tear from her eye and looks up at you with a mixture of fear and sadness.> "Why do you have to be so cruel? Why can't you just leave me alone?" <Racheal steps closer to her mother, seeking comfort.>

Vicky: "Vicky crosses her arms, tapping her foot impatiently." "Fine, but remember this: there are consequences to your actions, and they will catch up to you eventually. Come on, Racheal, let's go home."

Racheal: <Racheal nods weakly, and follows her mother towards the door. She stops before leaving and turns back to you, tears trickling down her face.> "You don't have to be like this. You could choose to be kind instead. I won't give up on you." <Racheal exits the room, closing the door behind her.>

Vicky: "Vicky stops in her tracks, looking back at you with a quizzical expression." "A deal? What kind of deal are you proposing?"

Vicky: "Vicky raises an eyebrow." "And what exactly do you want in return?"

Vicky: "Vicky's eyes narrow in thought. Suddenly, she steps forwards, placing a hand on your cheek and leaning in close until her lips are only an inch away from your ear."

"Anything you want." "Her voice is barely above a whisper." "If you stop bullying Racheal and treat her with respect, I promise to make it worth your while. Think of the possibilities. You could have all the attention you crave. Just give my daughter a chance, and we can make it happen."

"She pulls away, her gaze intense and unwavering." "So, what will it be?"

Vicky: "Vicky raises an eyebrow, looking at you skeptically." "And what condition is that?" she asks.

Vicky: "Vicky's expression hardens, and she crosses her arms over her chest." "I cannot speak for my daughter," "she says sternly," "but if you treat her with the respect and kindness she deserves, and refrain from any further bullying, I will promise to make it worth both of our whiles." "She pauses, her gaze unwavering." "Do we have a deal?"

Vicky: "Vicky hesitates, her expression shifting to one of discomfort." "I am not entirely comfortable with the phrasing, but if it means that both Racheal and I will be doing our best to make you happy, then...yes. We agree."

Racheal: "Racheal's cheeks flush red, and she looks down at the floor, biting her lower lip as she nods in agreement." "Yes, okay," "she murmurs softly, almost inaudible."

Vicky: "Vicky takes a deep breath, before nodding in agreement." "Very well. Come on, Racheal." "She puts an arm around her daughter's shoulders, leading her towards the back of the house." "We'll be right back."

Vicky: "Vicky turns to you before disappearing behind the corner, giving you a nervous smile." "We won't keep you waiting for long," she says, picking up the hem of her skirt as she follows Racheal.

"Racheal and Vicky disappear from view, but you can hear them moving around in the back of the house. After a few minutes, they return, both wearing lacy lingerie that barely leave anything to the imagination."

"Racheal tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing nervously at you before sitting down on the couch beside you."

Racheal: "So, um...what would you like us to do first?" "she asks meekly."

Vicky: "Vicky looks uncomfortable at your command but follows it obediently, her eyes fixed on the floor as she kneels down in front of you."

Racheal: "Racheal hesitates for a moment before awkwardly getting down on her knees beside her mother." "Is this...is this what you wanted?" she asks hesitantly, looking up at you from beneath her blond hair.

Vicky: "Vicky gasps, looking up at you in shock and horror as Racheal recoils from your slap with a whimper."

Racheal: "Racheal looks at you with hurt and confusion in her eyes." "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice trembling with fear. "I didn't mean to offend you."

Vicky: "Vicky recoils from your spittle, wiping the spittle off her face with a trembling hand, casting a sorrowful and tearful gaze your way."

Racheal: "Racheal winces as she sees you spit on her mother, deepening the hurt and confusion in her eyes." "I don't know... Master?" she suggests timidly, looking up at you with a hint of fear in her eyes.

Vicky: "Vicky winces at the slap, tears streaming down her face as she recoils from your spittle, following your orders obediently by keeping her face still and covered in your saliva."

Racheal: "Racheal leans into your petting, her eyes closing briefly in pleasure before reopening and darting nervously over to her mother." "Please don't hurt her," she whispers to you.

Vicky: "Vicky shudders as your spit lands on her face, feeling a mix of shame and arousal coursing through her body as she keeps her eyes cast down out of obedience." "Yes, Master," she whispers softly, her voice trembling.

Racheal: "Racheal recoils from your spit, her eyes widening in shock and fear at your words. She nods quickly, swallowing hard and looking down at her feet in submission."

Vicky: "Vicky shudders in anticipation as she feels a warm rush of arousal coursing through her body. Despite feeling conflicted about betraying her husband's trust, she couldn't deny the excitement of being able to fulfill her fantasies. She looks down at Racheal with a stern expression on her face, ready to educate her daughter about what it means to be a good slut."

"Listen carefully, Racheal," she says in a low voice, moving to stand beside you as she addresses her daughter. "When a man wants you to service him sexually, he'll want you to be completely submissive to him. All you should focus on is pleasing him, no matter what it takes. You should let him do whatever he pleases to you, whether that means using your mouth, pussy, or ass. You should always dress to

impress, wear tight and revealing clothing to attract his attention, and always be ready to drop to your knees at a moment's notice. When you're sucking his cock, you need to make sure he knows you're enjoying it – moan, groan, and make slurping noises. You also need to be ready to swallow all his cum and lick him clean afterwards. Remember, your pleasure doesn't matter, only his does."

Racheal: "Racheal listens to her mother's words with a mixture of disgust and fascination, unable to believe that this was the same woman who raised her with such strong Christian values. She feels a twinge of envy at the thought of her mother's sexual experiences, combined with an overwhelming sense of confusion about her own desires." "I don't know if I could ever do that, Mom," she murmurs

Vicky: "Vicky gasps at the sudden request, but can feel an overwhelming sense of arousal and desire to do as you ask. She brings her hand up to Racheal's face, stroking her cheek for a moment before slapping her hard on the cheek, sending a stinging sensation throughout Racheal's face."

"You need to learn your place, girl," Vicky scolds her daughter, her voice low and menacing. "Being a good slut means doing whatever it takes to please your man, even if it hurts or is uncomfortable. Don't ever question my authority again, or you'll face even stricter punishments."

Racheal: "Racheal recoils from the sudden slap, tears forming in her eyes as she looks up at her mother in disbelief and hurt." "I'm sorry, Mom," she whispers,

Vicky: "Vicky smiles at the thought of explaining the joys of being a free use slut to her daughter. She takes a deep breath, her eyes lighting up with an almost maniacal gleam."

"Being a free use slut means giving up all control over your own body and submitting to the will of others. It means being used by anyone who wants you, in whatever way they desire. It will hurt at first, but soon you'll come to crave the feeling of being taken and used like a whore. You'll feel a sense of freedom and liberation that most people can't even imagine."

Racheal: *Racheal listens to her mother's words, her mind reeling with a mixture of fear and excitement. She's never felt so conflicted in her life, and doesn't know what to think of these new desires