I am You Pt. 03

The morning light pierced through the tattered curtains, a harsh, accusing blade slicing through the haze of depravity that clung to the room like a second skin. I sprawled across Mom's bed, her body a grotesque monument to the night's excesses--sweat-soaked, cum-drenched, the joint smoldering between her trembling fingers casting a faint, hellish glow. The air was a suffocating swamp of weed, musk, and stale sweat, so thick it coated my borrowed lungs like tar, each breath a testament to the filth I'd unleashed. Beside me, Sarah lay bound and broken, her naked body a canvas of ruin--pale flesh bruised purple and black, glistening with tears, snot streaking her flushed cheeks, her wrists and ankles raw and bloodied from the stockings I'd knotted around them yesterday. Her pink panties dangled limply from my hand, still damp with her forced squirts, their musky stench a perverse trophy I pressed to my nose, inhaling deeply, savoring the acrid tang of her shattered dignity.

Yesterday, I'd claimed her, turned my prissy little sister into a whimpering plaything, but now, wearing Mom's skin, my hunger gnawed deeper--craving her flesh, her screams, her soul ground to dust beneath me. I flicked the joint's ash onto her trembling thigh, watching her flinch, a smirk curling my lips as I leaned in close, my voice a guttural snarl dripping with venom. "You think yesterday was bad, you sniveling little cunt? That was just a fucking tease. Today, Mommy's gonna rip you apart--fuck you raw till your throat's hoarse from begging, till your pussy's a leaking, gaping mess dripping with my slime." I pinned her wrists with my manicured hands, nails slicing bloody crescents into her skin, and straddled her, grinding my pantyhose-clad cunt against her belly. The sheer fabric rasped against her bruised flesh, leaving red welts as I smeared my juices across her, marking her like a branded beast.

"Feel that, you ungrateful little bitch?" I growled, my breath hot against her tear-streaked face. "Mommy's dripping cunt owns you now--gonna stain you with my filth till you reek of me, till every inch of you screams mine, you worthless, cum-soaked hole." I rammed four fingers into her tight, unwilling pussy, pumping brutally, her slick walls clenching around me as her sobs rose into a jagged, desperate wail. "Take it, you mommy-obsessed slut--gonna stretch your nasty snatch till it's a ruined wreck," I sneered, twisting my fingers deeper, relishing the wet squelch of her shame. "Scream louder, you filthy sow--let the whole fucking neighborhood hear how much you love Mommy's claws tearing into your needy little cunt."

Her body bucked beneath me, a pitiful squirt soaking the sheets, and I threw my head back, my laughter a throaty, sadistic cackle. "Gushing already, you disgusting pig? Bet you're aching to lick my sweaty ass clean--gonna shove your face in my rancid stink till you choke." I flipped her onto her stomach, her bound limbs straining against the stockings, and spanked her ass with all my strength, the cracks ringing out like whipshots, her flesh rippling from pink to red to a bruised, mottled purple. "Cry for me, you broken brat--Mommy's gonna make you squeal like the pig you are," I snarled, jamming two fingers into her tight asshole, forcing them past the clenching ring as she shrieked into the pillow. "Louder, you nasty little fuck--gonna ream your hole till you're begging me to keep going."

Her second rape left her a shuddering, broken mess, her cries muffled by the pillow as I leaned down, licking the tears and snot off her cheeks, slurping up her salty despair with a perverse grin. "You're nothing, Sarah," I whispered, my voice a cruel, wet caress against her ear. "Just Mommy's toy to fuck and ruin. You've always wanted this, haven't you? Craved my touch, even if it's sick and twisted--admit it, you filthy little daughter-whore." Her sobs faded into a hollow whimper, her spirit cracking under my words, doubt festering like a wound--maybe she did crave it, maybe she was as depraved as I claimed.

I grabbed my stockings from the floor--crusty with dried sweat and pussy juice, stiff and reeking of yesterday's abuse--and rebound her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, yanking the knots tight until her skin tore, blood beading where the fabric bit too deep. Her body splayed helpless before me, arms stretched wide, legs spread obscenely, her bruised ass and dripping cunt exposed like a sacrificial offering. "Stay put, you sniveling little cum-dump," I hissed, my voice a venomous rasp as I secured her, her limbs trembling against the restraints, her whimpers a sweet symphony of pain. "Mommy's keeping you here, all trussed up like the pathetic slut you are--gonna fuck you till you're a drooling shell."

I crawled beside her, my heavy, sagging tits pressing into her bruised back, my sweat-soaked flesh sticking to her trembling form as I wrapped my arms around her in a sick, possessive embrace. Her sobs were a lullaby, ragged and broken, her breath hitching as I nuzzled my face into her neck, inhaling her fear-sweat, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt on her skin. "Cry all you want, you juicy little whore--Mommy's got you now, gonna cuddle you tight while I dream of ramming your holes raw," I purred, my voice a wet, perverse whisper as I drifted off, the joint glowing faintly on the nightstand, its smoke curling through the stagnant reek of our depravity.

Hours later, the morning light sliced through the curtains, harsh and unrelenting, stirring me awake in Lisa's body. Her skin clung to mine, tacky with dried sweat and cum, her breath a stale mix of desperation and defeat. I shifted, glancing at Sarah beside me--my sister, still bound, her wrists chafed raw, her chest barely rising with shallow breaths. A smirk twisted my lips as pride surged through me. Lisa, my mother, reduced to my toy; Sarah, my next prize. I'd conquered them both, and the thrill of it burned hot in my chest. But I wasn't finished. A sick, delicious idea took root: I'd slip into Sarah's body, use her to defile Lisa's most intimate possessions, and then fuck Lisa senseless with her own daughter's hands.

I reached for the nano-chip gun on the nightstand, its weight familiar, almost comforting. Aiming it at Sarah's neck, I pulled the trigger. The dart pierced her skin, and in a blink, my consciousness lurched free of Lisa's body, flooding into Sarah's. Lisa slumped beside me, a vacant shell, her mind dim without me steering it. Now I was Sarah, her younger, softer form trembling beneath my control. Her pulse hammered in my ears, her skin slick with the residue of last night's abuse. I flexed her fingers, savoring the shift--Lisa's mature weight traded for Sarah's fragile, pliant frame.

On unsteady legs, I crossed the room to Lisa's closet, a grin splitting Sarah's face. The laundry basket beckoned, heaped with Lisa's unwashed clothes--panties, bras, stockings, each piece steeped in her scent, a cocktail of musk, sweat, and faded perfume. I dove in, hands greedy, pulling out a pair of black lace panties, the crotch crusty with dried cum and pussy juice. I pressed them to Sarah's nose, inhaling deeply, the sour tang scorching my senses. "Goddamn, Mom, you reek like a cheap slut," I rasped in Sarah's voice, letting the sticky fabric smear across her lips. I sucked the crotch, tasting Lisa's stale essence, and laughed. "Mommy's dirty little secret--gonna wear your filth like a mask."

I dug deeper, snagging a red silk nightgown, its sheen dulled by sweat stains and lingering perfume. I slipped it over Sarah's bruised body, the fabric snagging on her nipples, the hem teasing her thighs. "Look at me, Mom--your precious girl dolled up in your skanky sleepwear," I sneered, spinning in front of the mirror. The silk clung to Sarah's curves, amplifying the perversity. I grabbed a pair of sheer stockings next, draping them around her neck like a noose, the nylon rasping against her skin. "Maybe I'll choke you with these later, Mom--give you a taste of your own wardrobe."

From the closet floor, I snatched her gray yoga pants, the crotch darkened with sweat and pussy juice, and rubbed them against Sarah's face, smearing the damp fabric across her cheeks. "These scream your gym sessions, Mom--bet you soaked them thinking about all those guys eyeing your ass." I forced her high heels onto Sarah's feet, the leather pinching, and strutted awkwardly, mocking Lisa's poise. "Gonna parade around like you, Mom--maybe hit your office, let everyone see what a slut raised me."

Satisfied with my haul, I turned back to Lisa's unconscious form sprawled on the bed.

Straddling Mom's unconscious body, I grabbed her limp hand, guiding her fingers to Sarah's pussy. "Fuck me, Mommy," I whispered, pressing her fingers against my clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. "Make your little girl cum with your dirty touch." I forced her fingers inside me, pumping them in and out, her nails scraping my walls as I moaned, "That's it, Mom, finger your daughter's tight cunt--feel how wet I am for you?" I rode her fingers, my hips bucking wildly, her unconscious body jostling beneath me, the yoga pants around my neck filling my lungs with her rancid scent. "Even knocked out, you're making me cum," I snarled, reaching down with Sarah's other hand to pinch my nipples through the blouse, the pain mixing with pleasure. "Look at me, using your own daughter to get off--you raised a slut, Mom, and now she's raping you." My orgasm hit hard, and I screamed, "Cum for me, Mommy!" as I squirted all over her hand, soaking the sheets with Sarah's juices.

The noise jolted Mom awake--her eyes snapped open, glassy and disoriented, her voice a hoarse croak. "Where am I? Why aren't I at the office?" She clawed at her naked body, panic surging as she felt the stickiness between her thighs, clutching the sheets in a futile attempt to cover herself. "My clothes--where are they? What happened to me?" Her gaze darted around the room, landing on the joint smoldering on the nightstand, the discarded panties and stockings, the reek of sex and shame. "This isn't right--I was at work, presenting to the board--how did I get here?" Then she saw me--Sarah, wearing her crusty panties as a mask, yoga pants around my neck, her blouse and skirt clinging to my sweaty frame--and her voice rose in hysteria. "Sarah? What are you doing? Why are you dressed like that? This is insane--I must be dreaming--wake up, Lisa, wake up!"

"Sarah? What are you doing?" she cried, her voice trembling with shock and confusion. She tried to pull her hand away from where I'd left it, still slick with Sarah's juices, but I held it firmly in place, forcing her fingers deeper inside me. "Don't stop, Mommy," I moaned, my voice dripping with perverse delight. "You're making me feel so good."

She shook her head violently, her face paling. "This isn't right--I don't understand--what's happening to me?" She looked around the room again, taking in the disarray, the smell of sex and weed, the joint still burning. "I was at work... I had a presentation... how did I get here?" Her voice cracked as she tried to reconcile her memories with the nightmare before her. "This can't be my daughter--Sarah wouldn't do this. Who are you? What have you done to her?"

I laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "You don't remember, do you? That's okay, Mom. I'll remind you." I leaned down, my face inches from hers, and whispered, "I've been using your body, Mom. I've been fucking Sarah, making her my little slut, all while you were out cold. And now, you're awake to see it." Her eyes filled with tears, and she tried to push me off, her strength faltering. "No, this can't be real. This is a nightmare. Wake up, Lisa, wake up!"

But it was no dream, and deep down, she knew it. The stickiness between her thighs, the ache in her muscles, the taste of something foul in her mouth--it all pointed to a reality she couldn't deny. "Please, Sarah, stop this," she begged, her voice breaking. "I'm your mother. This is wrong." I ignored her pleas, grinding harder against her hand, my orgasm building. "Wrong? It feels so right, Mom. Your fingers inside me, making me cum--it's what I've always wanted." And with that, I climaxed again, squirting over her hand, my juices soaking the sheets.

She sobbed, turning her face away, but I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Don't look away, Mom. You're part of this now. You're mine, just like Sarah is." Her eyes widened, a flicker of recognition battling the fog in her mind. "No... Jake? Is that you? What have you done?" Her voice was a desperate whisper, her hands clutching at Sarah's arms as if she could pull her daughter back from the abyss.

I decided it was time to drop the mask. Panting, I grabbed the nano-chip gun, firing it at my old body downstairs, blinking back into myself. Sarah crumpled before Mom, who scrambled to her, sobbing, "Sarah, baby, wake up--what's happening to us?" Sarah stirred, rasping in a monotone, "I'm Jake's slave..." Mom's face twisted in horror, her voice a broken whisper. "No, Sarah, you're my daughter--you're not his--you can't be!" She shook her head violently, tears soaking Sarah's hair. "This isn't real--I was presenting to the board--people needed me--I'm not this!"

I sauntered in, joint in hand, smirking as I exhaled a plume of smoke. "I took your body with my nano-chip, fucked Sarah senseless, turned her into my cum-slut while you drooled like a brain-dead cow," I sneered. "You're my puppet now, and she's my toy." Mom's denial surged, her voice a desperate scream. "No, Jake, that's insane--I don't believe you! I had a life--where did it go? You're lying!" She rocked back and forth, clutching Sarah, her mind fracturing. "I was at work--clients were counting on me--this can't be my reality!"

I stepped closer, grabbing her chin and forcing her to meet my gaze. "Your reality's whatever I fucking say it is, Mom. I built this tech, lived out every sick fantasy in your skin, and now you're both mine." She tried to pull away, sobbing, "You're my son, Jake--I raised you better than this--please, stop this madness!" I laughed, "Raised me? You were too busy with your precious career to notice what a pervert I became--now you'll pay for that neglect, you self-righteous bitch."

I pressed the gun's button, and her eyes rolled back, body slumping before jolting awake, her voice hollow, "I'm Jake's slave..." Her resistance shattered instantly, leaving a hollow shell where Lisa once stood. I tossed the gun aside, cackling as I flopped onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. "On your knees, bitches! Suck my cock like the drooling sluts you are!" They crawled to me, their eyes vacant, their movements precise. Mom unzipped me with robotic efficiency, her hands steady, while Sarah positioned herself to lick my balls. There was no hesitation, no plea for mercy--just pure, mindless obedience.

"Choke on your son's dick, Mom," I sneered, shoving her face down as she slurped, her throat gagging, spit dribbling down my shaft. "Lick my balls, Sarah," I growled, her tongue lapping at my sack as I puffed smoke. "Fuck, you're my cum-rags now--gonna drain me dry," I laughed, their sloppy noises a perverse symphony. "Suck harder, Mom--swallow your son's load like the pig you are. Sarah, slurp those balls--gonna keep you both as my cum-drunk slaves forever." I grabbed Mom's hair, forcing her deeper, her gags vibrating against me. "Tell me you love it, Mom," I barked. She choked out, compelled by the chip, "I love sucking your cock, Jake," her voice flat, her eyes dead.

I pulled her off, slapping her face with my cock, leaving wet streaks of spit and pre-cum across her cheeks. "Good girl--now share it with your daughter." I shoved Sarah's face onto my shaft, her lips wrapping around me as Mom licked the base, their tongues meeting in a mechanical, degrading dance. "That's it--fight for your master's dick," I groaned, my climax building as I stood, pushing them both to their knees. "Open wide, slaves--share your master's load." I stroked myself, shooting thick ropes of cum across their faces, coating their lips, cheeks, and hair. They licked it off each other, their tongues intertwining, a final act of submission as I collapsed back onto the couch, lighting another joint, basking in my triumph. "You're mine forever, bitches--my obedient little fucktoys, ready to serve at my whim," I sneered, watching them kneel there, cum dripping from their faces, their spirits crushed.

But I wasn't done. The high of their submission only fueled my hunger. I stood, kicking the coffee table aside, and pointed at the floor. "Crawl to the kitchen, you filthy cunts--time for a show," I snarled, following them as they obeyed, their knees scraping the hardwood, their cum-smeared faces glistening in the dim light. In the kitchen, I tied them to chairs with extension cords, facing each other. "Now, my little slaves, you're going to entertain me," I said, my voice dripping with malice. "Finger each other until you cum, and make it good."

Mom and Sarah looked at each other, their eyes empty, the chip compelling them to obey without question. Mom reached out with her bound hands, her fingers sliding into Sarah's pussy. Sarah mirrored her, her fingers plunging into Mom's wet folds. They began to masturbate each other, their movements mechanical, their faces blank. "That's it, you filthy sluts," I taunted, filming them with my phone. "Show me how much you love pleasuring each other for your master's amusement." Mom's fingers worked Sarah's clit, while Sarah pumped two fingers into Mom's cunt, their breaths quickening, their bodies responding despite their lack of will.

"Cum for me, bitches," I commanded, and they did, their orgasms ripping through them, their juices flowing over each other's hands. I laughed, zooming in on their flushed faces. "Perfect. This will make a great addition to my collection." They sat there, hands still between each other's thighs, staring blankly ahead, no trace of resistance or emotion--just obedient shells fulfilling my orders.

By nightfall, they were exhausted, their bodies broken beyond repair. I dragged them back to the bedroom, tossing them onto the cum-stained sheets. "One last game, bitches--please your master," I said, lying back as they knelt between my legs. Mom took my cock, Sarah my balls, their mouths working in unison, a grotesque harmony of slurps and gags. "Tell me you love me," I demanded, and they mumbled through their full mouths, "We love you, Jake," their voices hollow, their eyes vacant.

I came hard, painting their faces again, and rolled over, lighting a fresh joint as they collapsed beside me, cum dripping from their chins. "Sleep tight, my little fucktoys--tomorrow's another day of fun," I muttered, the smoke curling around us as I drifted off, their silence the last sound I heard.