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[section=Coinbit Stonks Win (330 words)]

Smiling was the worst

Petra Paleo had only been sold to her new Master a short time ago. Her and her daughter both deemed not quiet smart enough. Her daughter had shown some promise. She hoped that she could keep her safe until her nerdy obsessions had manifested in a cutie mark. But it was not to be.

Master had bought them both in a lot. The sad, chubby introvert made a killing in the Coinbit market, whatever that was. He loved to make Petra act the part of his mother. His kinky, sexually depraved mother. It wasn't enough for her to cook his tendies and let him nurse from her artificially milky tits with his head in her lap. If that were it she was sure she could get used to it eventually.

He wanted a Mommy who was also a pervert. A sadist. A fillyphile.

Petunia always got the worst of it. Making Master hard after his years of porn exposure often meant making her precious baby girl spend hours between her thighs struggling to breathe. She'd supervise the poor girl sucking that foul unwashed dick and punish her for nonsensical 'mistakes'. Every time he raped the little one Petra was forced to smile. To moan and encourage her 'good little boy' while she fingered herself to a near orgasm.

It had been so hard to get that close at first. To her horror, it was getting easier now.

Recently, Master had bought a portable brainwashing rig. Something reminiscent of some nerd movie he loved. Every day this week she'd been made to rape her daugther's ass as hard as she can while threatening to process her. Each time, Master had stopped her. She'd been able to make him cum before she was forced to go through it.

But Petra was terrified. Sooner or later she might have to go through with it for real. Sooner or later she may become the mommy her 'good little boy' demands.[/section]

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Smiling was the worst

Petra Paleo had only been sold to her new Master a short time ago. Her and her daughter both deemed not quiet smart enough. Her daughter had shown some promise. She hoped that she could keep her safe until her nerdy obsessions had manifested in a cutie mark. But it was not to be.

Master had bought them both in a lot. The sad, chubby introvert made a killing in the Coinbit market, whatever that was. He loved to make Petra act the part of his mother. His kinky, sexually depraved mother. It wasn't enough for her to cook his tendies and let him nurse from her artificially milky tits with his head in her lap. If that were it she was sure she could get used to it eventually.

He wanted a Mommy who was also a pervert. A sadist. A fillyphile.

Petunia always got the worst of it. Making Master hard after his years of porn exposure often meant making her precious baby girl spend hours between her thighs struggling to breathe. She'd supervise the poor girl sucking that foul unwashed dick and punish her for nonsensical 'mistakes'. Every time he raped the little one Petra was forced to smile. To moan and encourage her 'good little boy' while she fingered herself to a near orgasm.

It had been so hard to get that close at first. To her horror, it was getting easier now.

Recently, Master had bought a portable brainwashing rig. Something reminiscent of some nerd movie he loved. Every day this week she'd been made to rape her daugther's ass as hard as she can while threatening to process her. Each time, Master had stopped her. She'd been able to make him cum before she was forced to go through it.

But Petra was terrified. Sooner or later she might have to go through with it for real. Sooner or later she may become the mommy her 'good little boy' demands.