Headmistress' Favorite Sport Part 2

She could see it already. In just a few days Susanna would break under the pressure and when she had broken completely, Rachel could build her up again; mould her into the slave-bitch she wanted Susanna to be. And the timing could hardly be more perfect. In just a few days Denise was going off to sissy-school. Of course the term "school" was a little rich for a place that turned out extremely well trained sex slaves, but what the hell? When you paid good money for something, where was the harm in using a better word for it? After all she would be footing the bill.

Of course the slaves had had no chance. They were both so full of chemicals that they would have fucked anyone and anything thrown into that room. Calling it incest implied that at least one of the parties had free will in the matter and that was certainly not the case here. The game was rigged, the dice was loaded and neither slave had had a chance, nor would they ever get one. People like Rachel would always be around to make sure that slaves like Susanna and Denise were exposed to the most painful and humiliating treatment possible. And what could possibly be more humiliating to a mother than sleeping with her own son against her will? It was perfect!

Returning her attention to Susanna, Rachel thought that the breaking would be much more complete if she could get the two slave bitches to have sex once more. That would really put Susanna in a position were she would break down completely.

The twins agreed and set up another private session between mother and "daughter". Denise was showing so few male traits now that it was difficult to thing of her as "Dennis" anymore. Rachel thought that if they could get Susanna to make the first move it would be best. That way she would be unable to deny in any way that she was the incestuous nymphomaniac bitch that Rachel claimed she was.

So Susanna was left practically unbound. She wore only her collar and a pair of black, six-inch stilettos with locking ankle straps.