This choice: "Our daughters haven't had some fun with you in a while..." • Go Back...Chapter #5New Evil Daughters by: Lelouch   With each word coming out of her mouth you found yourself starting to cower whereas Rouge began to smile more and more. Rouge was bad to be sure; but you hated her. It would be a hell of a lot more heartbreaking to have to endure such torment from your own beloved children...and these new memories made it obvious that they were as bad as Rouge. The two daughters you had grown to love so much...in this twisted world they were essentially Rouge Jr's, and your shrunken self was essentially their slave in every sense. It would've broken your heart to see your children so evil, you couldn't handle it and didn't want to face it. No matter what. In your desperation you began clinging to the never ending form that was Rouge's foot. "Please Rouge!! I would do anything!!" You so desperately didn't want to experience your daughters you licked and kissed the foot as if it were your true love in life. And for a moment you thought that submission was enough to satisfy the devil, it wasn't.
Just as your guard lowered slightly an enormous purple surface....Rouge's fingernail, came from behind and scooped you away from her feet. "Ah ah ah, too late hubbie. You have to learn your lesson; but don't worry. Later on you can worship my feet all you want. If you're really well behaved I'll even let you get in a quickie with my toes, I know how much that turns you on." If you were into domination and more importantly, feet to that extent you might have considered Rouge's offer a bit pleasant. But that not being the case you found yourself cringing, because you knew full well Rouge was going to follow through on those words later. And being the devil, Rouge brought the term rough to a whole new level. Hell, each time you practically cried for days at the agony disturbing you in your nethers. But even that idea didn't come close to the heart break you know you would feel at how your daughters in this twisted life acted.
"Ingrid! Morgan! Get your butts down here! Daddy's been bad again!!" Like perfect Rouge clones both daughters, looking exactly like you always knew them, came in running. Together they stood before their mother with wide smiles and eager expressions; truly it was a twisted world when your own beloved daughters would act like this for a chance to torture you...well with Morgan it wasn't too surprising to be honest.Still; Ingrid was a real heart breaker to this deal. From the edge of Rouge's finger nail you looked at them, both with their hands outstretched for their pet/father. No doubt an effect of Rouge's questionable parenting. You relied on your newly found memories to try and remember how they acted, the result was not favorable. Morgan...well she kept on doing what she was doing before; but it lost the facade of pranks and the playful air about it. It was much more like a dominating evil than playful fun. And Ingrid...well now not only did she look like Rouge; she acted like her. She had more than once proclaimed herself as your God, and that all you were useful for was to pleasure her....Kinda memorable to Rouge a few years back actually...Still, now both daughters were cold and saw you as little more than a personal slave; and Rouge had done an unfortunately amazing job of teaching them how to properly enjoy you.
It still hurt to see your beloved daughters so happy at the idea of torturing you though, memories, be they real or not, never beat experiencing it at that moment...and boy the experience hurt. And it just felt all the worse that you knew Rouge was more than proud of her daughters. "Okay you two, Daddy's been bad and I dunno what to do...so I'll let one of you handle that. You can share, play alone, whatever. But first we have to decide, who deserves Daddy more? "
In perfect sibling rivalry form Ingrid and Morgan sprang out their arguements. Ingrid yelling something about how you would submit to her feet for the entire day and Morgan, something about her mouth and breasts...you kinda tried to block her's out. Both ideas sounded beyond horrible, and of course Rouge was proud. "Good girl's, Momma loves you. But we need to decide, who's idea will help teach Dad his lesson while I'm at work?" She smirked at both daughters, "Ingrid, your feet are absolutely lovely since you use the techniques I taught you, and I'm sure your father would make a nice helper down there, and Morgan...I love how you get so into the kinky stuff despite the fact he's your Dad...meh...tough choice." Both daughters stared at Rouge with silent pleading eyes. You could practically see your future suffering in their irises.
Rouge lifted her finger and smirked at your form, "You know what? I think I decided, but first. Honey, give your wifey a kiss before she leaves for work. Don't worry, when I get back I'll let you love me as much as you want, but for now. You just have to settle for a kiss." She didn't even bother awaiting you to try, not that you would...or that it was even possible. In a sudden move Rouge rubbed her fingers against her lips, more or less rubbing you against them as they puckered and covered you in mild saliva. You couldn't help but scream as your body worked its way into her lips further and further, you were more than small enough to fit into a wrinkle on them; and a small dab of lip gloss would stick you to them forever. That was a fate almost as bad as living under Rouge's toenail, and your memories told you how bad that was...still....even if the idea disgusted you...you were sort of aroused, and even kissed back. God you never felt more self loathing, but Rouge was still amazingly beautiful. Of course; just as the negatives seemed to fade and you sort of enjoyed your position, Rouge handed you to one of your daughters and left in record time.
All around was an enormous plain of hand, to your sides were walls that rose to the heavens...you were on a hand wrinkle. A shadow seemed to form an eclipse over your world though...the head of your would-be Goddess for the next seven or so hours. Ingrid or Morgan it didn't matter, either one of them torturing you would break your heart. And while the sheer distance between you and your Goddess daughter was great enough she was blurry, you could still tell that it was...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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