"What are you doing, Mother?" Mary asked.
"I heard your sickening and corny lore talk, darling. Don't tell me you believe that shit? You can't be that jaded, can you?"
"It's true, Mother. I do love him, I do."
"Garbage!" her mother touted. "You don't know the meaning of the ward!"
"Do you, Mother?" the girl asked mockingly. "You little brat! You dare to speak to your mother that way?"
"Yes!" Mary spat.
"You are choosing that man over your own mother?"
"Yes."
"Hold your tongue, or you will pay dearly."
"I can take anything you dish out, Mother!" Mary said in a sardonic tone of voice.
Mrs. Pussie was angry. She would show her daughter that this man could give her nothing that she herself could not give her. "He is nothing special," Mrs. Pussie told her daughter! "Look, his cock is not that big. What do you find attractive?"
"I love him, Mother. That is something you can't understand. You are too cruel to understand. You let your mind lead you in eroticism, let your body lead and you'll know what I'm talking about," Mary said.
"Bullshit!" Mrs. Pussie shouted, and slapped her daughter's face hard. "We will test your love then, my pet. We will see how strong it is, but if you crack you must promise me that you will return to me and forget about this thing you call love, understand?"
There was nothing she could do. Mary had to agree.
"Chain her to the wall," Mrs. Pussie ordered, and the women dragged the girl to the wall and fastened her wrists over her head with heavy iron manacles. Her ankles too were wrapped with the heavy manacles. The girl cut a striking figure in her bondage. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the chastisement of Mary.
"My friends," Mrs. Pussie began. "This witch has broken the code of sexual freedom. She has fallen in love. She has dared to place one above many. She has chosen monogamy over promiscuity. She must be punished and made to see the error of her way. She is too valuable a lay to leave the fold."
"Yes," those in the cell all agreed.
Mary was amazed at the amount of anger these people exhibited toward her! Only an hour or two before they would have done anything to have her. Now their attitude was disdainful.
Mrs. Pussie began the punishment. She stood in front of her confused daughter. In her hand was a mean-looking black riding crop. She whacked Mary across the tummy with it.
"Stop it!" Mike shouted.
"Isn't that cute," Mrs. Pussie said mockingly. "The big white knight is protecting the damsel in distress!"
"Shut up, Mother," Mary growled. "You're jealous because in all your years you've never found someone who really cares for you."
"You bitch," her mother spat, and stuck the girl across her breasts with the crop.
"Owwwww!" Mary screamed.
"Leave her alone!" Mike yelled at the woman.
"Gag him," Mrs. Pussie ordered. "I'm tired of hearing his whining."
A rubber cock gag was shoved in the man's mouth to quiet him.
Mrs. Pussie began the ritual by having a beautiful blonde-haired woman eat her daughter's pussy. In succession, four more women knelt and licked Mary's pussy. To her dismay, Mary could not stop her body from responding. She had learned the lesson of lesbian love too well. Her body writhed and squirmed under the manipulations of the artful tongues. She couldn't help herself. She was hot.
Her mother laughed. Mrs. Pussie felt the girl's cunt, it was wet and sticky with saliva and lubrication. "In love," the woman chided the girl. "Sure, you're in love, in love with pure raw sex – under any and all conditions. You're a slut, a tramp, nothing else. Don't you forgot that. You are a toy – my toy. I will do with you what I want; always."
Mary began to sob. The women were now jamming fingers up her asshole and were sucking a dildo in her cunt. One woman was on a chair and was feeding her breast to Mary. Her mother was right. Mary knew it. There was no need to fight it. She was a sucker for a woman's tongue, a woman's tits, a woman. Why light it? Admit what she was and enjoy the affair.
Confused, and frightened to learn about her true self, Mary took the woman's nipple between her lips and began to suck it. She couldn't really love a man. She couldn't really love anyone. She was everyone's and no one's. One person could never satisfy her. Her needs were too great. Her partners had to be totally perverted. One person could never be all of that. She was doomed to this limbo of an existence. She was a slave to this way of life. There was no other.
Her body seethed toward her climax. She sucked wildly at the woman's clit. She could hear the woman groaning because her violent sucking was hurting her. She paid no attention, went on with her sucking. The dildo was fucking in and out of her throbbing cunt. The stage was set, and Mary knew it would be an intense one. Warm female fingers were digging in and out of her asshole, and another bunch of fingers were pinching her thighs. One woman was slapping and pinching Mary's breasts. Another was kissing and biting Mary's tummy. How could she ever be satisfied with one man?
"Ooohhh… aaahhh," Mary gasped as her body exploded with hot gas.
"Love!" her mother spat later. "How can he compare to what you've just experienced? His powers are puny in comparison to what we can give you."
"Mother, you are always right," Mary whispered.
"Of course, dear."
The women then began to work on Mike. His legs were untied and female fingers covered his body. Here and there they stroked and caressed. One woman began licking his left foot. She began at the heel, drew her liquid tongue over the arch and the thick ball of his foot. She licked the big toe and then drew it between her lips to suck on it. When she had bathed his entire foot, she concentrated on his ankle and calf. Up his leg she went, licking his knee, his thigh. She turned him on his side slightly and licked his backside. She licked over both full cheeks. She tongued the start of the crevice, just below his spine. Her agile tongue ten licked through the crevice, stopping briefly at his asshole and moving on to his balls. She slid her searching tongue over the crinkled skin, feeling the heavy nuts inside move as she applied pressure. She drew his balls one at a time, into her mouth. The man's cock was rigid with desire.
Mary gazed at the man she loved. He didn't seem to care much about her at the moment. He looked like he wanted to get his rocks off, that was all. He was moaning and groaning on the floor as the women worked him over. The girl at his balls was now holding on to his stiff prick; she squeezed it and tugged on it as she continued to suck his balls.
One of the other women was licking his nipples.
Another was dipping her tongue in and out of his belly button. Another was kissing his lips. The woman at his balls was now licking the root of his cock, playing in his pubic hairs, nipping them. Her tongue moved up the thickness of his prick. She licked over the head. The man was writhing with extreme pleasure. She clasped the huge head of his cock with her lips and sucked the organ into the back of her mouth. Her head began to move back and forth as the cock moved in and out of her warm mouth.
The man fucked her mouth eagerly. He no longer cared about Mary or about anything. It was himself that was important. At that moment there was no such thing as love. There was only sensuality. There was a woman, a man.
Mrs. Pussie laughed inwardly. Love did not exist. She was sorry that her daughter had to find out about the facts of life in this manner, but it was best that she learn the truth now. She would have to make her daughter aware of the fact that all people use and exploit one another. That was all there was to life. There were the rulers and those who ruled. The ones on top. Use those on the bottom. Her daughter would have to make a choice. Would she want to be on the top or on the bottom? As a good mother, she would see that her daughter chose the correct way. She, Mary, was too valuable a piece of human flesh to lose to a stupid and sentimental emotion such as love.