Chapter 9: Book II: Conflict and Conquest
Their mother's eyes widened in horror, "Trixie, what about consent?" their mother managed to gasp out, her body writhing with pleasure and conflict. Trixie paused, her fingers stilling on their mother's breasts. She looked into her mother's eyes with a serious expression.
"Consent? Consent is, overdramatized. Weeks ago, Trent consented to me the very night I entered the house a new woman. There are no scenes written about our night of lovemaking. Our passionate kisses an afterthought, his searing hot jets streaming inside me a mere mention. But you, mom... tales will be written about your conquest, about your valiant battle that will end in tragedy." Trixie 's voice was filled with an intensity their mother had never heard before. "And we will all remember, won't we, Trent?" Trixie glanced at her brother, who nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation.
Their mother looked from Trixie to Trent, her eyes wide with disbelief. "But... but I'm your mother," she stammered, her entrance now fully dilated, fully opened to Trent's member, beckoning.
"And I'm your daughter. And Trent is your son. That's what makes this... so taboo, so forbidden, so deliciously wrong." Trixie's voice was a purr, her eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger as she watched her mother struggle with her own desires and the reality of their situation.
As Trent pushed into her tight tunnel, their mother's face turned rose red, air escaping through her clenched teeth with a hiss as she attempted to hide the orgasm that she experienced the instant he fully entered her. Trixie's fingers pinched her mother's nipples, milk squirting out in small streams, a sight that caused Trent to groan and push deeper into his mother, hitting her cervix.
"Oh, Mom," Trixie whispered, her voice filled with wonder as she watched Trent's cock disappear and reappear, slick with their mother's juices. "You're so beautiful like this. So... free."
Their mother turned her head to the side, her eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners. "Trixie, please. I can't..." her words faltered as a second wave of pleasure washed over her, Trent's cock hitting just the right spot inside her. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan, but it escaped anyway, a low, throaty sound that filled the air.
Trixie smiled, her fingers still working their magic on their mother's breasts, her thumbs strumming her nipples, drawing out more milk. "There's no need to hold back, Mom. Let it out. Let us hear your pleasure. Let us see your desire."
Their mother shook her head from side to side, as she temporarily lost the ability to speak. Trent's cock was pushing into her faster now, his hips bucking against her, his balls slapping against her. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, making it difficult for her to think, to reason, to do anything but feel.
Trixie, sensing her mother's struggle, leaned in closer, her voice a soft purr in her ear. "You can feel it can't you? You're growing tired, weary with pleasure. It's as if something is being taken from you, something essential, something you can't quite put your finger on. Yet, you also feel alive, more alive than you've ever felt before. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending tingling with sensation, every muscle taut with anticipation. You can feel Trent's cock sliding in and out of you, his pace quickening. However, you want back what's being taken from you, don't you?" she whispered, her voice like velvet, her breath hot on their mother's ear. Their mother whimpered, her body arching into Trixie's touch, her hands pulling against the ties binding her to the chair. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, a wave of sensation that threatened to consume her, to drown her in its intensity.
"But you can't have it," Trixie continued, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Because you're mine now, Mom. You belong to me, to us. You're our plaything, our toy, our little experiment. And we're going to use you, Mom. Use you until you're spent, until you're empty, until there's nothing left of you but a shell of your former self. And then, we'll refill you, fill you up with our essence, our power, our magic. We'll make you new again, reborn, remade in our image," Trixie whispered, her voice filled with a dark, seductive promise.
Their mother's eyes flew open, her gaze locking onto Trixie's.
"No," she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire and fear. "No, you can't... you can't do that. I won't let you." She struggled against the ties binding her to the chair, her body arching as Trent's cock slid in and out of her, his pace quickening.
"You can't stop it, Mom. You would have to milk Trent of his essence, and we both know you don't want that, do you?" Trixie whispered. Their mother's eyes flicked to Trent, his face contorted with pleasure, his body tense as he neared his peak.
"Yes, I do!" their mother said in defiance, "You think I'm not experienced enough to force him too, but you're mistaken. I'll milk him dry, and then I'll find a way to break this spell. I won't be your little plaything, Trixie. I'm your mother, and I deserve some respect."
Trixie laughed, a sound that was both musical and cruel. "You think you can resist us, Mom? You think you can fight this magic?" she taunted with a dramatic flare.
Their mother nodded, her eyes flashing with determination. "I can, and I will. I won't let you use me like this." she spoke, and then started flexing her tight tunnel around Trent's cock, squeezing him, milking him. She was going to show them what she was made of, what she had learned on that cruise. She would not be their little plaything, no matter how good it felt.
Trent groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the sudden pressure and pleasure. "Mom, what are you doing?" he said in a mocking moan, his thrusts faltering as his white-hot jets squirted deep into her womb.
Trixie watched, her hand covering her mouth to cover a sarcastic gasp. "I don't believe it mom, you sure showed us!" she said, her voice a low purr.
Their mother smiled with a confidence, victorious, but her resolve was shaken as she noted her children's ironic words and gestures. Then in horror she realized that her tunnel was still clenching Trent's cock, milking him, and she couldn't stop her body's response. She tried to will her muscles to relax, but it was as if they had a mind of their own, continuing to squeeze and release, drawing out Trent's pleasure. She watched, helpless, as her son's body shuddered and convulsed, his cock pulsing with each jet of his release. As each one entered her womb, a darkness spread within her, a primal hunger that seemed to gnaw at her very soul. She could feel it, the magic, the corruption, seeping into her, changing her, twisting her. She wanted to fight it, to resist, but her body betrayed her, her muscles continuing to milk Trent's cock, drawing out every last drop of his essence.
As Trent pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices, their mother felt a wave of shame wash over her.
She had meant to resist, to fight, to assert her control, but instead, she had given in, had been consumed by the pleasure, by the magic, by the corruption. She could feel it now, the darkness inside her, twisting and turning, growing stronger with each passing moment.
Trixie, sensing her mother's turmoil, leaned in close, her voice soft and soothing. "It's okay, Mom. It's normal to feel this way, it's liberating. Let me show you," she whispered as she navigated around to the other side of the lounge chair. She lowered her face to her mother's folds, her tongue darting out to taste the mixture of their mother's juices and Trent's essence. Their mother gasped, her body tensing as Trixie's tongue found her clit, flicking it softly yet firmly. Trixie's hands reached up to cup their mother's breasts, her thumbs strumming her nipples, drawing out more milk. Their mother's body arched into Trixie's touch, her legs clenching the armrests of the chair as she struggled to maintain control.
"Trixie, please..." she begged, her voice ragged with desire and shame. "Don't... stop," their mother finished, her voice barely above a whisper. Trixie looked up, her eyes meeting their mother's, a mischievous glint in them. She knew she had her, knew that their mother was now fully under their spell, her resistance crumbling like sandcastles at high tide.
"As you wish, Mother," Trixie purred, her tongue continuing its exploration, her fingers pinching and rolling their mother's nipples, drawing out more milk. Their mother's body writhed and bucked, her hips moving in rhythm with Trixie's tongue, her moans filling the air.
Trent watched, his cock already hardening again, as Trixie brought their mother to the brink of orgasm and then backed off, drawing out her pleasure, her torment.
"Please, Trixie," their mother begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "Let me come. I need to come."
Trixie looked up, her eyes gleaming with mischief, quietly she arose and sauntered back to her mother's face, her mouth full of juices, glistening with their mother's wetness and Trent's essence. She leaned over and kissed their mother, pushing her tongue into her mouth, sharing the taste. Their mother moaned, unable to resist the sweet, salty, tangy flavor, her tongue dancing with Trixie's as she savored the moment.
"Mmm, you taste good, Mom," Trixie whispered, her voice husky with desire. "You love the taste, of you, me and Trent, don't you?" Trixie whispered, her lips brushing against their mother's ear. Their mother could only nod, her body still writhing with pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Trixie smirked, knowing she had her where she wanted her.
"Good," Trixie continued, her voice a low purr. "Because I want you to taste more. I want you to taste Trent's essence, straight from the source." With that, she turned to Trent, who was watching them with hungry eyes, his cock already hard again.
"Trent, why don't you give Mom a taste of what she's been missing?" Trixie suggested, her voice laced with mischief.
Trent grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He moved closer to their mother, his cock bobbing with each step. Their mother, still bound to the chair, watched him approach with a mix of fear, desire, and shame. She could feel her body responding to his nearness, her pussy clenching and unclenching, her nipples hardening.
"Mom, open your mouth," Trent commanded, his voice firm yet gentle.
Their mother hesitated, her eyes flicking from Trent's cock to Trixie, who was watching with eager anticipation. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the need to come overwhelming. She wanted to resist, to assert her control, but her body betrayed her, her mouth opening on its own, her tongue darting out to taste the tip of Trent's cock.
"Good girl," Trixie praised, her voice soft and encouraging. Their mother's eyes flashed with anger at the term, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as Trent's cock slid into her mouth, his salty essence coating her tongue.
She could taste herself on him, her juices mixed with his, and it sent a jolt of desire straight to her core. She moaned around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting every inch of him.
Trent groaned, his hands tangling in their mother's hair as he guided her head, setting a steady pace. "That's it, Mom. Suck it good," he grunted, his hips moving in sync with her mouth.
Trixie watched, her eyes gleaming with excitement as their mother enthusiastically took Trent's cock, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.
She could see the struggle in their mother's eyes, the war between her desire and her morality, and it only served to fuel her own excitement. She wanted to see their mother completely consumed by the pleasure, by the magic, by them.
"Use your tongue, Mom," Trixie instructed, her voice a low purr. "Show Trent how much you love the taste of him." Their mother complied, her tongue swirling around Trent's cock, tasting every inch of him. Trent groaned, his grip tightening in their mother's hair as he guided her head, setting a faster pace.
"Just like that," he grunted, his hips bucking in rhythm with her mouth. Their mother could feel the tension building in Trent's body, his cock swelling in her mouth as he neared his climax. She could taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip, salty and sweet, and it only served to increase her own desire.
Trixie, watching the scene unfold, decided to deliver the finishing blow, "What is your name, mom?" she asked, her voice casual, as if they were having a normal conversation.
Their mother, lost in the pleasure, her mouth full of Trent's cock, could only moan in response.
Trixie smiled, "I said, what is your name, mom?" she repeated, her voice a little firmer this time.
Their mother tried to speak, but her words were muffled by Trent's cock. She pulled back, her eyes flashing with confusion and annoyance, "What kind of game are you playing, Trixie?"
Trixie chuckled, "No game, mom. I just want to hear you say it. Your name." She stressed the last two words, her eyes holding a challenge.
Their mother hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and anger. "You know my name, Trixie," she huffed, her voice muffled by Trent's cock still in her mouth.
Trixie shook her head, her expression serious. "Say it, mom. Say your name. I want to hear it from your lips. Your real name, not 'Mom'," Trixie insisted, her gaze unwavering. Trent slowed his pace, waiting for their mother's response, his cock still nestled in her mouth.
Their mother's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. She knew they were playing some twisted game, but she couldn't quite grasp the rules. She decided to call their bluff, hoping to regain some semblance of control. "Alright, if it means that much to you, Trixie. My name is..." she paused, she should know this , she should, but her mind was so hazy, her thoughts so clouded with their magic, their corruption. She couldn't remember. She couldn't think. She felt a pang of panic, a flash of fear. What was happening to her?
Trixie's eyes gleamed with triumph, sensing her mother's struggle. "Come on, Mom. You can do it. Let us hear it," she taunted, her voice like a purr.
Trent, still holding his mother's head, his cock still in her mouth, added, "Yeah, Mom. Say it. Or maybe we should choose for her, Trixie." he said, his voice a low growl, his eyes locked onto their mother's. Their mother's eyes widened in panic, her body tensing as she realized their game. This was about power, about control, about them taking it from her. She couldn't let that happen. She had to fight, had to resist. But her body betrayed her, her mouth opening, her voice soft and hesitant. "I... I don't know what you mean, Trixie. I'm your mother..."
"I think that's a great idea, Trent," Trixie said gleefully, now ignoring her mother, "I like the name, Angela." She turned to their mother, "You like that name, don't you, Angela?" she asked, her voice dripping with mockery.
Their mother's eyes flashed with anger, "I am not Angela! I am your mother, and you will address me as such!"
Trent looked puzzled, "But you name is Angela, mom." He said, his brows furrowed, "I mean, it is now. You didn't remember it earlier."
Their mother's eyes widened in realization, her heart sinking. How could she have forgotten something so fundamental? She felt a wave of fear washing over her, drowning out the pleasure that had been coursing through her veins just moments before. She had to get out of this, had to regain control. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do.
"Yes, Trent. You're right. My name is Angela," she said, her voice steady and calm. "And I love the taste of my son's cock in my mouth." She emphasized the last part, using their words against them, trying to regain some semblance of control.
Trent and Trixie stared at her, trying to stifle their laughter. Their mother's attempt at defiance was almost adorable, like a kitten trying to roar.
"Well, Angela," Trixie said, her voice sugar-sweet, "I'm glad you're finally embracing your new identity. But I must say, you're not very good at it yet. Trent hasn't emptied his load, has he?" Trixie taunted, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she watched their mother struggle to maintain her composure.
Their mother's eyes flashed with anger, but she kept her voice steady, "I'm doing just fine, Trixie. I'm enjoying the taste of my son's cock. Aren't I, Trent?" she said, her voice laced with a false sweetness as she looked up at her son, his cock still in her mouth.
Trent grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "Yeah, Mom. You're doing great. Just a little more," Trent encouraged, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of their mother's mouth. "You're doing so well, Angela."
Their mother, or rather Angela, as Trixie and Trent insisted on calling her now, could feel the tension building in Trent's body once more. She knew he was close, his cock swelling in her mouth, his grip on her hair tightening. She wanted to resist, to pull away, to assert her control, but her body betrayed her, her tongue swirling around Trent's cock, tasting every inch of him, her mouth sucking him in deeper.
She could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her, her own desire building with each thrust of Trent's hips. She was lost in the sensation, her mind foggy, her thoughts scattered. She was no longer their mother, but Angela, their plaything, their toy, their experiment.
Trixie watched, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as their mother, now Angela, enthusiastically took Trent's cock. She squeezed and pulled on Angela's nipples, squirting milk onto Trent's exposed shaft, their mother's moans muffled by Trent's cock in her mouth.
Trent groaned, his pace quickening, his grip on Angela's hair tightening. "That's it, Angela. Suck it good. Milk me dry," he grunted, his hips bucking in rhythm with her mouth.
Angela could feel Trent's cock swelling, his body tensing as he neared his climax. She wanted to pull away, to stop this madness, but her body refused to listen.
She was trapped, a prisoner to her own desires, to their magic, to their will. She could feel the hot jets of Trent's cum hitting the back of her throat, his body shuddering as he released his load.
But something was different this time. She could feel it, a warmth spreading through her, a power surging within her. It was the same dark, corrupting magic that had taken control of her, but this time, it felt different. It felt... stronger.
Angela wanted to pull away, stop the incoming flood from Trent, but Trixie had other plans. She held Angela's head in place, her fingers tangling in her hair, forcing her to take every last drop of Trent's essence. Angela could feel it, the magic, the power, surging through her, filling her, changing her. Her thoughts darkened, her inhibitions crumbled, and a primal hunger took over. She wanted more, needed more. She needed to be filled, to be used, to be consumed.
Trent, spent and panting, pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with their combined juices. Angela, her eyes wild and hungry, lunged for him, her hands strained against her bindings, reaching for his cock, her mouth open wide.
"You love it now, don't you?" Trixie asked, her voice a low purr as she watched Angela, her mother now reduced to a creature of pure desire and hunger. Angela could only whimper in response, her body writhing in the chair, her hands still bound, her mind consumed by the primal need to be filled, to be used.
"Tell me, Angela," Trixie continued, her voice like velvet, "Do you even remember your real name anymore? Or has it been completely wiped from your mind, replaced by this new identity we've given you?" She ran a finger along Angela's jawline, tracing the curve of her cheek, her neck, her collarbone, before pausing at the swell of her breast.
Angela's eyes fluttered closed as Trixie's touch sent shivers down her spine. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't remember anything before... before this."
"Trent, go retrieve Angela's handbag... please?" Trixie asked, her voice laced with amusement. Trent, who had been watching the scene unfold with a mix of confusion and arousal, hesitated before turning to retrieve Angela's handbag from the kitchen counter. He returned, holding the bag out to Trixie, who took it with a grateful smile.
"Thank you, Trent," she said, her eyes never leaving Angela's. She dug in the bag, pulling out Angela's wallet. "I can show you your Driver's License. Or I can bring you release. You can only choose one, which do you choose?" Trixie asked Angela, her voice a seductive purr.
Angela's eyes widened, her mind racing. She could see the glint of her Driver's License peeking out from Trixie's hand, a tangible link to her past, to her identity. But the promise of release, of the intense pleasure that had become her new existence, was oh-so-tempting. She licked her lips, her eyes flicking between Trixie's hand and her face. "R-release," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Trixie's smile widened, predatorily.
"Excellent choice, Angela," she purred, tucking the wallet back into the handbag. She tossed the bag carelessly onto the floor, her eyes never leaving Angela's. "I'm glad you're learning to appreciate the pleasures of your new life."
Angela watched, her breath hitching, as Trixie licked her collar bone, then her chest, her tongue flicking against her nipple, drawing out more milk. Angela gasped, her body arching into Trixie's touch, her mind clouded with desire.
As Trixie ran her tongue over Angela's navel, she bucked, a popping sound emanating from her labia as her tunnel clenched and unclenched, desperate for more. The sight of it made Trent's cock twitch, already hard again, yearning for another round, but instead his face darkened with mischief as he reached down to the ground to retrieve the discarded License.
Trixie's tongue finally reached Angela's clit, and she flicked it with expert precision, making Angela cry out, her body convulsing with pleasure. Trent watched, his eyes gleaming with desire and amusement as he held up the License, examining it.
He held it up to his mother, who looked upon it with glazed eyes. She gasped in horror at the name on it before she came undone, her body convulsing as Trixie's tongue brought her to a powerful orgasm. Trent smirked, watching his mother's body spasm with pleasure while his sister kept her pinned down with her tongue.
"Look familiar, Mom?" Trent taunted, waving the license in front of her face. Angela, still lost in the throes of her orgasm, could only moan in response. Trixie looked up, her chin glistening with Angela's juices, and smiled.
"You're welcome, Angela," she said, her voice laced with mockery. "I'm glad you enjoyed your gift."
Angela only moaned gibberish, her body still shuddering as the remnants of her orgasm coursed through her. Trixie chuckled, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. She stood up, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked down at her mother, now fully under their control.
"What gift, you asked?" Trixie mocked, her gaze turning dark and sinister.
"Freedom."