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Mother’s Prolapse, by Jezebel Rose

“Mom?”

The air felt quiet as Jessie called out for her mother. It hadn’t been even a few seconds since she saw her last.

Jessica’s long dark brown hair fell to her shoulders, never cut, not even once. With a long white blouse and only dirty along the ridges that scarcely touched the ground, she felt the dress snag on something.

Quickly turning around, her young face stretched into a look of horror as she saw what caught her. Letting an ear piercing screech out into the night, it struck through the air, but only for a moment as a hand clasped tightly around her mouth.

Terrified, Jessica tried to pull herself away from the strong cloaked figure. Right then, she saw what was pressed up against her head. It was a six-shooter handgun.

“Hush now… don’t you say nothing, and you’ll live, alright?”

His words came out as whispers in her ear.

Jessica went limp, fainting as she heard the words.

Annabella, Jessica’s stunningly gorgeous, and deadly, mother, rushed around to find her daughter. Hearing a scream in the night, her feet flew upon the ground, carrying her towards her daughter.

With her hair pulled back into a golden bun, and a hat, with a single feather, adorned her head. Typically, the pop of color would have given her away in a crowd, but in the night, it blended right in. A fashionable red blouse filled with curled white flower designs covered her body, along with her voluptuous breasts that heaved with each step she took. Heart beating faster, she saw her daughter on the ground with a shadowy man standing above her, grabbing at his crotch.

Annabella’s face contorted into a smirk at the opportunity. Honing her anger, channeling it through her body, in the blink of an eye she had her revolver at the man’s hard dick and another revolver at his throat. With a swift kick, the man fell to his knees as the first shot went off.

Unfortunately, Annabella shot him in the head first, which lead to him merely falling to the ground.

“Men can be such pigs,” she whispered to herself as she picked her daughter up off the dirt, “let’s get you home. There’s no way we can show up to the dance looking like this, can we?”

Rushing into the night, away from the man, Annabella saw men approaching her, holding torches in their hands. The shadows crept around her as she realized it was her only way home, other than going through a bad part of town she didn’t care too much for.

The men continued towards Annabella as she contemplated her decision to make.

Whispers filled the air around the scared mother as she trembled with her daughter in hand. “Come hither, and I can help you.”

Annabella looked around but saw nothing.

“Come inside dear; you look like you could use some help.”

Turning around, Annabella saw a woman covered in a shawl, with beads woven into her dress from shoulder to toe.

Smirking to herself, the gypsy woman pulled the two into the small building and quietly shut the door behind her.

“Thank you so much,” Annabella said, glancing at the door, “those men…”

Cutting her short, the gypsy wove her hand through the air, “enough of that now, you are safe here. Now, let’s go into the washroom in the back and get you two cleaned up.”

Annabella looked herself over. She was quite clean actually, despite a bit of mud that had splashed up her side.

“I’ll be quite alright, and I can take care of my daughter. Her name is Jessica, after her late grandmother. You would do well to avert your eyes while I remove her clothing and address her wounds and cleansing.”

“Oh, no, please, I know I what I am doing here,” the Gypsy said, “and my name is Claire.”

“Thank you, Claire,” Annabella persisted as she looked around the room, “but I can take care of my daughter. She is a virgin and barely of age. None have looked upon her body, and that will include you.”

The room had a small table in the center with various uncut gems circling a tall pendulum in the center. Several carvings were burned into the table itself that appeared to be runes unfamiliar to Annabella. With candles lit in each of the four corners of the room, the woman that inhabited the house must have set up shop quite hastily.

“Do not be scared Annabella; it will be quite alright. Try not to let these things scare you. They are only used for good.”

While her words slipped out of her mouth, Annabella caught onto something. The woman was lying… or something. She felt it. Something was off about this place.

Jessica laid limp in her mother’s arms.

“Go wash her, and I shall respect your wishes.”

Annabella rushed her daughter into the washroom, which was only a room away.

In the middle of the room sat a large barrel with water, and on the side, a small pump. On the far side of the room was a dirty fireplace smoldering with ash. Heat still radiated from what was left.

The sounds of men calling out into the night filled the air as she heard three loud thuds on the front door. “Open up, mandatory search!”

Annabella trembled. For women, murder meant the death penalty, and without a husband or man in her life to testify, the sheriff would put a shot in her head.

Hearing the door open, she listened as Claire spoke in hushed tones with the man. Several minutes of terror finally passed as beads of sweat dripped down Annabella’s face and in between her breasts that pushed up with her tight corset.

Finally, the door shut, and all was silent except for the footsteps nearing the room.

Annabella watched as Claire peeked inside. Even though most of her face was hidden underneath the beaded shawl, she could see the bottom part of the woman’s face. Small specks of paint, or possibly tattoo, covered her in circular patterns.

“I sent the men away,” Claire said with a smile.

“Thank you so much… we will be leaving just as soon as I clean her up and check for wounds. It won’t be long; I promise you.”

“Dear, take your time.”

Annabella turned back towards her daughter, with her back away from the gypsy. Untying her daughter’s dress in a weaved line crisscrossing her bare skin revealed several bruises or smudges of dirt.

Even though Jessica was knocked out, her mother knew she would eventually come to. Her breath was even, as was her pulse.

With her daughter’s dress set to the side, she pulled off her daughter’s panties and corset.

Lightly she picked up her daughter and set her into the wooden barrel in the center of the room.

The jolt of warmth surrounding her body brought Jessica awake into the world of the living. Looking around frantically, she turned and saw her mother. It was the only thing that really mattered to her despite the strange woman staring at her.

“Mom, who is that?” Jessica said under her breath as she slid deeper down into the barrel so her nubile breasts wouldn’t be seen. Being of age brought along bigger breasts, and thus, they floated on the top of the water, nearly spilling over the top. Her small pink nipples perked hard against the cool night air. As her gaze locked with the woman, she felt her body flush with heat. It almost felt as if it were centering between her legs. Looking down into the water, she saw a bit of blood leak from her little pussy lips.

“She’s a very nice lady that has saved us from a tremendous amount of trouble. I need you to clean… oh, look at that! You are now old enough for a man!”

Annabella’s face lit up at the sight of the blood between her daughter’s legs. She could hardly remember when she finally had it happen to her. Her mother had told her the same thing she passed down to Jessica.

“She’s staring at me mom; it’s bizarre, look at her…” Jessica said, leaning in towards her mother, eyes still locked with the gypsy.

Annabella turned around, “Hey! I told you not to look in here. Seriously?”

Claire walked right up to her. “I think you should be very careful what you say and do. For those men outside will hang you, or stick a lead bullet in your head.”

Annabella’s hands shook, terrified at the thought of death, and potentially her daughter’s death as well, for she carried the same guilt her mother carried without a man.

“Fine, do what you want. We’ll be gone soon enough.”

The gypsy looked down into the water, “I will do what I want,” she said as she pulled a pinch of powder from her bag and blew it into Annabella’s face, causing excruciating pain for several moments. Enough moments for Claire to snatch all of the weapons on Annabella and quickly tie an exemplary knot around her wrists and ankles.

Annabella fell unconscious, swept into the darkness by the pain.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I’m going to go ahead and say, if either of you two screams, those men outside are going to burst into this building and kill you both. I will tell them you forced me to tell them to leave at gunpoint. Both you and your daughter will be slaughtered. Do you want that? No? That’s what I thought. So keep your traps shut.”

Claire sat on the small chair next to the barrel and ran her hands over the young girl’s head. From her soft hair, Claire could already feel the tension in her body start to release in waves of pleasure. Even though she had not even touched herself, she felt the trickles of pleasure rippling throughout her, encouraging her to continue forward and try something she had never once tried before. Being a master of trickery, she had the two right where she wanted them. All it cost her was a few painted gold coins and a kiss to a cloaked figure.

Looking down at the innocent young woman, she grinned. At last, she could try something she had wanted to try for a long time. “Get out of the water, and dry yourself off. You’re done.”

Jessica, scared, immediately did as she was asked. Standing up out of the water, she nodded to the woman, “I’ll do what you ask, but promise me, you won’t hurt my mom.”

“You will do everything I tell you to do, or both of you will die, but not by my hand. So keep your trap shut.”

Ushering Jessica to a bed in the entry room, she watched with every step the young girl took. Watching the girl’s slim outline, despite her large breasts, turned her on more than any man had.

“Come now, lay down on the bed and spread your legs apart. I want to see your cunt.”

Jessica blushed, “Why?”

The young woman had never heard of another woman being so intimate with another. It was something her mother shielded from her and never spoke of.

Seeing the opportunity, the gypsy quickly took advantage.

“Well, I need to make sure the man didn’t hurt you down there. Remember the blood? That could also be seen as a sign of something much worse.”

Jessica’s heart sped up, listening to the gypsy, “really? Why would you tie up my mother then?”

“Enough- let me see between your legs.”

Without giving the girl time, Claire firmly grabbed each leg and pulled them apart, fully exposing the hairy bush in front of her. Seeing the thin outline of the young woman’s tiny slit behind the thick hair, she felt herself flush with delight.

Claire took in a deep breath and dove her face into the girl’s pussy. Smelling of sweet honey, she slid her tongue from the top of the girl’s vaginal opening to the bottom. Able to taste the sweetness dripping from her cunt, each drop was an explosion of ecstasy in her mouth, causing her body to tense, and want more. With her tongue going more in-depth, she felt Jessica shake with light tremors.

“Please… what are you doing? Stop, please stop.”

Confident that the gypsy lied about the wound inside of her; she pushed at Claire as tears formed in the corner of her eyes. Feeling fear seep throughout her body as if it were the warm bath, she felt as if she were to burst into tears.

“Please! Stop! I don’t want this!”

“Yes, scream again, and the men outside will hear you. That seems like a smart idea.”

That was all it took, and the young girl was reminded of her fate if she were to scream.

“Okay, please… please stop…”

Softly she whimpered for the gypsy to remove her mouth despite the feelings creeping up inside of her body. The sensations were entirely new. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.

Whimpers continued as she shook with ripples of pleasure. Something new to the young woman.

“I see you like this,” the gypsy said as she removed her hood, revealing a gorgeous woman in her late 30s. “Now just enjoy it, and don’t scream.”

Jessica looked down at the woman as her face pushed back between her legs and slid around, pulling at her lips and sucking hard on her clit. Jerking against the bed, she felt that special something inside of her continue to grow in warmth, despite her fear of what the gypsy woman was actually doing to her.

It was nothing like what her mother had told her about sex.

Pulling a small rod from the side of the bed, the gypsy held onto it tightly and thought for a moment, contemplating whether to proceed. Looking down at Jessica, she smirked and squeezed the soft rod. It was made of a particular material she had found in her travels. Carved to be in the shape of two cocks attached in the middle, she planned on using it on the girl, then on the mother, then finally forcing the two to fuck each other. An addition of her own recently thought of, she cleared out the center part of the dildo, making it hollow. Through this, she hoped to have a deeper connection with those she planned to use it on.

“Put this up inside your cunt,” the gypsy woman said firmly.

Jessica nodded, wiping tears from the corner of her red eyes. Her eyes had swollen just a bit from the number of tears that continued to escape from her.

“Claire! Untie me!” Jessica heard her mother call out loudly, but not too loudly.

Rushing into the other room, Jessica watched as Claire returned with her mother still bound firmly. “Now you watch from right here, just keep your mouth closed, or those guards will be in here in a second.”

Annabella had no choice. She had to obey. Closing her eyes, scared to death at what was to become of her daughter, she thought if it would even be worth screaming out for the guards to kill them both before the woman could further hurt her daughter. Deciding to wait, she watched the gypsy walk back over to the bed, wrap her hands around the long white dildo, and push it into her daughter.

Jessica’s eyes went wide as she opened her mouth to scream in pleasure and pain.

In a split second, the gypsy had her mouth full of sheets, “shut the fuck up, or those guards will hear you. Shut. Up.”

Smacking the young girl across the face with the back of her hand, she watched as she slowly pushed the dildo in deeper, watching thin lubricating liquids drip from her pussy and seep intothe bed. Turned on, even more, she began to push the other end of the dildo up inside her cunt until it reached her cervix. Just bumping against it sent tremendous amounts of pleasure racing throughout her body. Lubricants quickly surrounded the dildo and began to seep inside as the suctioning began.

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