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Madelyn hid in her bedroom for almost a week. She didn’t post online. She didn’t comment. If her fans wondered where she was gone, they were too busy enjoying the videos of Madelyn sucking cock and drinking piss, and then exposing herself and masturbating, to ask.
Avery came to check on her twice every day, but Madelyn, filled with guilt and confusion over kissing her attractive younger sister, just said that she was fine and sent Avery away again.
Madelyn’s mother brought meals to her in her room, but didn’t ask what was wrong, and Madelyn was too preoccupied with her own humiliation to wonder why her mother seemed distant and guilty.
When she looked at her phone, her inbox was full of people telling her that she was a slut and a piss-drinking whore, and she would cry, and then start masturbating to make the tears go away. And then she would be guilty that she had masturbated, and just end up feeling worse.
And then, after a week, Madelyn’s mother knocked at her door.
“Madelyn, baby,” she said, “there’s someone here to see you.”
“Tell them to go away,” said Madelyn. “I don’t want to see anyone.”
“Madelyn, I think you need to come out of your room,” said her mother. “It’s your Uncle Sean, and his father, your Great-Uncle Benjamin.”
Madelyn paused. She had never met her great-uncle before – and she had only met Uncle Sean, who was Logan’s father, in passing. He had always been friendly towards her – perhaps too friendly, insisting on hugging her at every opportunity, and saying things like, “My, how you’ve grown,” while staring at her tits.
“I don’t want to see them,” she said again.
“Madelyn, your Great-Uncle Benjamin owns this house,” said Madelyn’s mother. “And he says he has some very important news. I *really* think you should come and see them.”
Madelyn though, and pouted – and then said, “Fine.”
She threw on one of her thickest cardigans – all the better to stop Uncle Sean from staring at her tits – and flounced out into the lounge room.
Her mother was waiting, in a yellow sundress that showed off a lot of her copious cleavage, and Avery was there too, in an entirely-too-cute halter-top and miniskirt combo.
They were both seated on the lounge, and across from them, in dining chairs, were Great-Uncle Benjamin Hornwood, and his son, Madelyn’s Uncle Sean.
Benjamin Hornwood was an exceedingly distinguished man in his early 60s, with salt-and-pepper hair, a greying beard and piercing eyes. He wore a very expensive suit and he held a black and silver cane in one hand.
Uncle Sean, in his 40s, was equally well-dressed but didn’t look quite so distinguished. He had the look of a retired football player crammed into a suit. His hair was tousled and he had a heavy stubble. But despite this he was handsome, and he had much of the attractive-but-punchable arrogance that his son Logan had very noticeably inherited.
“Ah, Madelyn,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “So nice to see you. It seems you’ve been quite the little trollop recently.”
Madelyn blushed bright red. He knew? Her great-uncle had watched her… sucking cock? Drinking piss? Having her mouth raped?
Madelyn’s mother Stacy was obviously surprised by this statement, but said nothing. In fact, with her hands on her lips, and her back subtly arched to emphasise her cleavage, Madelyn thought that she had never seen her mother look quite so… submissive.
“What is this about, Uncle Benjamin?” Madelyn asked, taking a seat.
“It’s quite simple, Madelyn,” said Benjamin. “It’s come to our attention that, under the care of your mother Stacy, your life has gone very badly astray. On the basis of recent evidence, it seems that you are wild, out of control, and – to be frank – something of a perverted whore.”
“What does he mean, Madelyn?” asked Stacy, with an anxious note in her voice.
“Sean, show my niece what I’m talking about,” said Benjamin.
Sean placed a laptop on the coffee table between them, opened it, pressed some buttons, and then spun it around to face the girls.
On the screen was the video of Madelyn in the Candy Club men’s toilets, nude and kneeling. Madelyn’s mother watched in horror as anonymous men pushed their cocks into her daughter’s mouth, and facefucked her until they ejaculated. She watched as a man – who Madelyn knew to be Logan, but who was unidentifiable on the video – pissed into Madelyn’s mouth, and watched as Madelyn swallowed that piss.
Madelyn started to cry. She couldn’t believe that her mother was seeing this. That her great-uncle and her uncle had seen it. That her sister was watching it again right now.
And then, when that video was over, the next one started, as Madelyn had feared. She was completely nude, in her bedroom, and eagerly masturbating her pussy with one hand.
“I love it when men piss in my mouth,” the Madelyn in the video purred. “I love it when men cum on my face.”
When the video ended, Avery jumped up.
“That wasn’t her fault, mom!” she protested. “She didn’t want to do those things! It was Logan! He *forced* her?”
Sean looked at Madelyn across the table.
“Is that true, Madelyn?” he said. “Is my son involved in this? Did he force you to do those things?”
Madelyn felt a surge of relief. She was going to get to tell the truth. It may not take the videos off the internet, but at least Logan was going to get in trouble.
“Yes,” she gasped. “He did something to me. He forced me to do those things. I didn’t want to. And then he uploaded the video. He’s *awful*!”
Benjamin and Sean said nothing. Benjamin just turned to look at Madelyn’s mother.
Stacy’s face went red as Benjamin stared at her. A trapped, helpless, guilty expression came over her face.
And then she said:
“Madelyn! How *dare* you say that! I didn’t raise my daughter to be a liar!”
Madelyn gaped.
“But mom!” she protested. “It’s *true!”
“Stop being a lying… a lying *slut*!” spat Stacy. “As if Logan would ever do that to you! You’re just saying that so you don’t get in trouble for being a whore! Anyone could see that you were sexually aroused in those videos! You *wanted* those things to happen to you!”
Madelyn had no idea of the full terms of Stacy’s deal, so long ago, with Benjamin Hornwood – or even that it was Great-Uncle Benjamin who Stacy had made that deal with. She couldn’t know that part of that deal was that Stacy was never, ever allowed to make or support any claim of sexual assault, and was obliged to undermine and contradict any other woman she heard making such a claim. Madelyn had no idea that if her mother didn’t comply, then she would be obliged to repay every dollar of Benhamin Hornwood’s money that she had spent over the last 19 years, leaving herself and her daughters homeless and in debt. Madelyn couldn’t possibly realise that her mother was saying these things for Madelyn’s own good.
All Madelyn saw was that her *own mother* thought she was a lying slut.
She felt like she had been punched in the stomach. All the breath left her.
“So you agree that your daughter is out of control?” asked Great-Uncle Benjamin. “That she’s turned into a wanton piss-drinking whore?”
“I… I suppose so,” said Stacy, her face still red.
“Very good,” said Benjamin. “And that’s probably because her *mother* is a slut, wouldn’t you say?”
“What?” said Stacy. “No… I mean…”
“Sean, show the other video,” said Benjamin.
Sean did.
This one was a view of this very lounge room. In it, a group of masked men stood around. Another was clearly holding the camera that was recording this.
Stacy was there – and she was completely nude and kneeling. She was on the floor in front of one of the masked men, and she had his cock in one hand, and was pointing it at her face.
“Please,” she said, in a low, sexy purr, “I want you to fuck me. I want you to cum inside me.”
“Mom!” gasped Avery. She had, of course, seen the nude photos of her mother in the foyer, and knew something of her mother’s past – but this was her mother *now*, begging a stranger to fuck her.
“That’s it, bitch,” said the man whose cock Stacy was holding. “Pump my dick. Aim it at your face. And now tell me this – if I was going to rape one of your daughters, which one deserves it most? And which one would I have more fun with?”
On the video, Stacy answered without pausing, as she pumped the man’s cock.
“Madelyn deserves to be raped more,” she purred. “She’s kind of a brat. But I think you’d have more fun raping Avery. She’s really cute and I think you’d enjoy cumming inside her.”
Stacy’s daughters stared at the screen with their mouths open.
Stacy covered her face in her hands and began to cry.
“Good answer, slut,” said the man. “Next question: if you were going to lick the cunt of one of your daughters, which one would you choose, and why?”
“I would lick Madelyn’s cunt,” said Stacy quickly. “She’s always watching her diet so I think her cunt would taste better. And Madelyn waxes but Avery shaves, so I think Madelyn’s pussy would be easier on my tongue.”
The man was gasping now as Stacy pumped his dick.
“Mom… how *could* you?” wailed Madelyn. Despite her own shame, she felt completely disgusted by her mother.
“Last question,” said the man. “If one of your daughters was being raped, and you could watch it happen and masturbate without your daughter ever knowing, would you want to?”
Stacy was quiet on the video for a moment. She looked away from the man in front of her briefly – towards something off-camera – and then back towards him.
“Yes,” she said, finally. “I would want to masturbate while watching my daughter being raped.”
As she said those words, the man she was masturbating grunted, and then orgasmed. His cum spurted from his dick and splashed across Stacy’s face and tits.
At that point, Sean pressed a button, and the video paused, frozen on the image of Stacy’s cum-decorated breasts.
“Madelyn, Avery, I’m so sorry…” wept Stacy.
“Stacy, did anyone force you to do the things in that video?” said Benjamin. “Did they make you say those things or give you the answers?”
Stacy looked like she wanted to die.
“No,” she said. “That was all my idea. I was so turned on, and I wanted to please those men, and all the things I said were true.”
Madelyn felt sick. That her own mother could say that she Madelyn deserved to be raped. Or that she would happily masturbate while watching that rape.
“So, the matter that brings us here today,” said Benjamin. “After these videos came to our attention, we consulted our lawyers, and yesterday we attended the local court in relation to a conservatorship application, which the judge granted.”
“A conservatorship?” asked Madelyn. “What’s that?”
“It’s a formal legal order that a person is unfit to make decisions in relation to their health, education, accommodation and finances,” said Benjamin. “They are frequently made in the case of women who have substantial financial assets that they may squander as a result of their addictions to drugs, alcohol or sex. The judge took several hours to review these videos several times in his chambers, and then made three findings.”
“The first finding was that Stacy’s sexual fantasies about the rape of her own daughters clearly made her an unfit parent,” Benjamin said. “The second was that Madelyn was clearly out of control and, left to her own devices, may damage her health with unsafe sexual practices, and/or damage her financial security by expenditure on alcohol or male prostitutes. And the third was that, given the perverted examples set by her mother and sister, Avery would also benefit from some sort of control or care.”
“That’s ridiculous!” shouted Madelyn. “I’m not some… drug-fucked celebrity. This was just an isolated incident! And it’s *Logan’s* fault!”
“Madelyn, stop *lying*!” wept Stacy. “You can just admit that you’re a cockslut – it’s okay.”
“It’s already happened, Madelyn,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “The court has placed both you and Avery into a conservatorship, to be managed by me. As of this morning, I am the legal controller of all your finances. I’ve cancelled your credit cards, and you can’t access your bank accounts without my permission. I have full access to your health records, and you require my permission to see a doctor or fill a prescription. I can enter contracts in your name and make decisions about your life – until such time as you can be trusted to make your own decisions again, or your mother can be trusted to take over control of the conservatorship.”
Madelyn couldn’t believe any of this was happening.
“Mom?” she said. “This isn’t real. Stop this!”
Stacy snivelled, and looked at Benjamin, and then back at Madelyn.
“I think this is for the best, Madelyn,” she said.
“We’ll arrange for your things to be packed, girls,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “You can leave immediately. You’ll be living with my son, Sean. He’ll be acting as your surrogate father, so I expect you to call him Daddy, do you understand?”
“No!” said Madelyn. “I won’t!”
“We’ll see about that,” said Sean, grinning.
“And you’ll both be enrolled at the Stenway Academy,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “I know you’ve both completed traditional school, but this is a kind of finishing school, designed to help young women learn how to behave appropriately in the modern world. I think you’ll learn a lot from it.”
Madelyn remembered her friend Kaitlyn, who had gone to Stenway and come back with big fake tits, answering to the name “Sugardoll” and submissively drinking Madelyn’s piss from a glass in public.
She shuddered.
“And as for you, Stacy,” said Benjamin. “I know you struggle with your basic nature as a whore, but I’m going to give you an education too.”
He looked at her and smiled.
“I have a very special course that will teach you to be a better parent,” he said, “so one day you’ll be suitable to look after your girls again. Won’t that be nice?”
Stacy looked like she might faint. Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
“I said, won’t that be nice, Stacy?” repeated Benjamin.
“Yes, sir,” whispered Stacy. “That will be just what I need.”
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