Where They Belong - Chapter 9.

After breakfast, everyone seperated to enjoy their days. Alison hugged her friends goodbye and chilled in her bedroom. Jessica and Kaylee went to tennis practice together, and Eleanor relaxed on the patio, checking the status of some of her new investments.

Cindy and Sarah were left alone to clean up and make a start on their daily chores.

Cindy felt nervous around her daughter. Sarah had fed her mother from a dog bowl and happily watched as Cindy kissed and licked between her toes. Cindy blushed just thinking about it. When Sarah had begged to be allowed to serve Eleanor, this was not the final destination Cindy had thought they would travel.

It was insane to think now that she’d imagined the shared experience of submission to a superior family would bring them closer together. Their relationship was in total ruins. Cindy couldn’t even begin to think how to put it back together again.

Not only did Sarah look at her mother with utter disgust and disdain, but Cindy was starting to feel frightened in her presence. Each time Cindy opened her mouth to speak, to try and discuss all that had gone wrong since they arrived at Eleanor’s mansion, Sarah shot her a stern glance. It was all it took to silence her.

Sarah was content to leave Cindy with the worst of the cleanup duties, adopting the role of supervisor for herself. Cindy found it unnervingly easy to follow her daughter’s orders. It was hard to believe she had once been the one to tell Sarah to clean up after herself and tidy her room. Remembering how normal their life used to be was like looking back at the memory of an old home movie. That version of Cindy and Sarah were dead and gone. There was no going back.

Cindy soaked Eleanor’s antique plates and silver cutlery in distilled vinegar and baking powder then hand-washed each individual piece in clean water and immediately dried them using a soft, cotton cloth. The stainless steel pots and pans required vigorous scrubbing, and the glassware was rinsed in hot water.

Cindy was in the process of drying inside the rim of Jessica’s glass when Sarah snatched it from her.

“What the actual fuck?” said Sarah, investigating the inside of the glass.

Cindy cringed at the sudden rise in her daughter’s voice. “Wh-what is it?”

Sarah was flush with anger as she brandished the glass at Cindy’s face like a weapon. “This is clean to you? Are you blind?”

Cindy squinted at the glass and saw nothing. It was gleaming. She blinked at Sarah.

“Do it again,” said Sarah, shoving it at her. “Now.”

Cindy steadied herself. She knew Sarah had been waiting to catch her in something she could yell at her for. Cindy had not given her the chance to criticize her fairly and so she had fabricated a phantom speck. This wasn’t fair. She was exhausted after the most awful night of her entire life. It felt like her aches had aches. Her stomach was still in agony from the branding Eleanor had delivered. Couldn’t her daughter see she was struggling and cut her some slack?

She took the glass and placed it gently on the countertop. “Sarah,” she said calmly, “I know I let you down, but I really don’t feel well. I’d really appreciate it if you-”

Sarah didn’t allow her to finish her sentence. She grabbed her mother by her hair, yanking the back of her head to her shoulders, and loomed into her face. “The fuck did you just say to me?”

Cindy gulped. There was no love in her daughter’s eyes. Sarah truly hated her. Shocked by her daughter’s sudden dominance, she stuttered her apology. “S-sorry, S-Sarah. Ow. Please, you’re hurting me.”

Sarah scoffed and threw her away, giving her a firm slap against the back of her head. “Hurry up and finish.”

Cindy nodded and hurriedly went back to work. Her hands trembled as she picked up the glass and rinsed it once more under hot water, casting cautious glances at her daughter. Sarah kept her hands on her hips, watching and waiting for another excuse to yell. It was a remarkable shift from the timid girl she was before she arrived at the mansion. Cindy knew Eleanor’s influence was strong, but to change Sarah this rapidly was unbelievable. This version of Sarah was far superior to her old self. It was a vision of what Sarah might have been had Cindy been as good a mother as Eleanor.

Sarah sneered. “Eyes on your work, bitch.” All her poison was in that one word.

Cindy felt her pussy tingle. She doubled her efforts, ensuring that nothing was remotely untoward, risking the rancor of her daughter.

“Okay,” said Sarah once Cindy had finished putting everything away in the cupboards and drawers, and wiped the surfaces. “I’ll tidy up the bedrooms and you can do the bathrooms.”

As important as both jobs were, the bedrooms were clearly the easier chore. Alison especially always left her bathroom a mess, and with her friends having stayed the night, Cindy dreaded what she might find there.

“Um,” she said hesitantly, “maybe we could split it evenly instead?”

Sarah scoffed. “And why the fuck would I want to do that?”

“Please Sarah, I’m in so much pain. I didn’t get any sleep last night. You don’t know what I’ve been through.” She heard how whiney she sounded and hated herself for it. She hoped her sweet baby girl was still lurking in that body somewhere. Surely she couldn’t be completely heartless to her suffering?

Sarah sneered and reached for Cindy’s nipples, squeezing and twisting, forcing her mother to yelp and curtsey at the pain. “You think I feel sorry for you? I thought I’d made my feelings pretty clear last night, bitch.”

Cindy’s breasts were still sore after being suspended from the floor of the basement via fish hooks through her nipples. The scabs that had formed threatened to burst. “Ahhh, please…stop…please…ahhhhh…Sarah please…it hurts!”

Sarah grinned. “Good. I want you to suffer. Isn’t that what you wanted for me? I meant what I said, bitch. I hate you. You’re not my mother. My mother died the day Goddess Eleanor walked back into your life. You chose the pleasure of your sad, old clit above the safety of your daughter and now you will suffer the consequences of your decision. You’re my little bitch and you’re going to do exactly what I say or I’m really going to fucking hurt you.”

Cindy sobbed, half at the pain, but half at the awful words her daughter was saying. Why did she ever admit to Jessica and Kaylee that the idea of them bullying her daughter was a turn-on? Why couldn’t her miserable pussy have a modicum of self-control? What was wrong with her? Why was she such a disgusting slut for her own destruction and humiliation?

Sarah’s grin widened. There was a sadistic pleasure in her eyes. “So are you going to do as you’re told?”

Cindy hopped on the spot. “Ahhh, yes, yes, ahhh, yes, please stop, please.”

Sarah pulled her mom closer by her nipples so she could fully loom into her face. “Yes, what?”

Cindy continued to sob. “Yes, M-Miss S-Sarah.”

Sarah sneered and released her grip.

Cindy backed away and collapsed onto her knees. She covered her breasts with her arms and rocked back and forth. Tears trickled down her cheeks.

Sarah pointed down at her own bare pussy, glistening with her arousal. “You see this?”

Cindy sniffled. “Yes, Miss.”

Sarah reached down and lightly caressed the tip of her finger up and down her pussy lips.

Cindy watched her daughter play with herself transfixed. Her own finger found its way to her caged crotch where it quivered worthlessly against the metal.

Sarah removed her finger and pointed it at Cindy’s nose. “Smell.”

Cindy hesitated, but a stern look from Sarah was all it took for her to lean forward and sniff.

“Taste it,” said Sarah.

Cindy looked up at her daughter, doe-eyed. She leaned close, opening her mouth, and sucking on Sarah’s finger like it was one of Eleanor’s Gucci heels.

“Oh,” said Sarah, sneering. “Don’t bother trying to tell on me for touching myself. Miss Jessica says I’m allowed, so long as I don’t cum without permission. I think they are all getting a kick out of you being locked up while I enjoy my freedom.”

Cindy whimpered.

“Aren’t you going to thank me, bitch?”

This was not a position she’d ever thought to find herself in - kneeling on the floor and sucking on her daughter’s finger while her own locked pussy squirmed.

“Thwank you, Miss Swarah,” she said. “Thwank you for pwutting me in my pwace.”

*

Cindy scrubbed inside the toilet bowl of the east bathroom using her own special blend of white vinegar and baking powder to give the porcelain a healthy shine.

She was grateful for the monotony of the task. Her interactions with Sarah had left her deeply disturbed, and she was glad for the chance to switch her brain off with something easy and mindless.

Her time alone with the toilet was cut short when the Apple watch Eleanor had given her to ensure she was always on call, alerted her to an order from Alison.

—Lemonade. Now.

Cindy felt an immediate tingle in her pussy. She quickly finished cleaning under the rim of the bowl and thoroughly washed her hands before making her way back to the kitchen to prepare Alison’s drink, just the way she liked and deserved it.

She placed the jug and a couple of glasses on a silver tray and headed up the spiral staircase to the second floor. She lightly knocked on Alison’s bedroom door, waiting for Alison’s command of “come in,” before entering.

Sarah must have still been working on either Jessica or Eleanor’s room since Alison’s clothes were still sprawled all over her carpet. It was incredible how many clothes Alison went through in a day. Cindy wondered if she even wore some of them. Did she just throw them out of her closet just to give Cindy an extra chore to complete? Why not? Pretty, rich girls always had someone more than delighted to clean up their messes.

Alison was kneeling on her bed, scrolling through her phone, and smiling into the screen as she chewed, open-mouthed, on pink bubblegum. RnB music played through her surround-sound speakers. Her nipples were erect, showing under her peach crop top. Her brazil-cut panties were tight to her crotch, revealing the slit of her pussy through the thin material. Meanwhile, her perfectly round buttocks were pressed directly onto Emily’s face, smothering the poor girl beneath her.

Emily was spreadeagled across Alison’s bed with her wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts in baby pink climbing rope. She was naked aside from a pair of unflattering boy shorts. The material had noticeably darkened around her crotch, illustrating her enjoyment at having her nose and mouth pressed into Alison’s asshole.

Cindy gaped, wondering how long Emily had been restrained like that. Had Lucy and Melanie taken turns on her face too? It explained why she hadn’t been at breakfast.

Alison giggled and clicked her fingers in Cindy’s direction, not looking away from her phone, as though this was the most normal thing in the world.

Cindy blushed as she approached. Alison grabbed one of the glasses of lemonade from the tray and placed the glass straw between her luscious lips, slurping happily. She exhaled and shoved the half-drunk glass back at Cindy for her take.

“Sh-shall I leave the tray on your vanity, Miss?” asked Cindy, unsure what to do or where to look.

Alison ignored her. Instead, she looked behind her shoulder, swishing her luxurious blond locks, to look down at Emily. “Hey,” she said, “you’re boring me. Do something different.”

There was a slight whimper followed by the sounds of licking.

Alison smiled and circled her hips, grinding her buttocks over Emily’s face. “Yeah, keep doing that. Hmmm, that’s it. Figure eights.”

Cindy’s pussy tingled. If Alison tasted even half as amazing as Eleanor then Emily must have been in heaven.

Cindy placed the tray on the vanity and curtsied to the superior blond teen. “Anything else, Miss?”

“Yeah, go do my laundry.”

Cindy felt prickles of dread over her skin at the order. Sarah had already decided the bedrooms were her territory. She would not like it if Cindy interfered. Not that Alison knew, or would care even if she did. Those were loser problems.

Cindy curtsied again and started gathering Alison’s clothes into her arms. Maybe this wasn’t so bad? Sarah would appreciate that Cindy was saving her a job. She blushed as she picked up a baby pink g-string, fondling the exquisite lace.

Alison glanced up from her phone and giggled. “You know you need to hand wash those, right?”

Cindy nodded. It was a humbling experience to handle something so intimate and precious.

Alison turned back to her phone. “Put them over your head.”

Cindy’s hands trembled and her pussy spasmed as she slowly placed the panties over her face with the crotch triangle resting directly over her nose. She inhaled deeply. It was deliciously tangy. She was immediately jealous that Emily had access to the real thing.

It was suddenly hard to remember why she had ever been concerned for Emily’s welfare. Cindy would have killed to have had her face buried inside Eleanor’s asshole like that back when they were seniors in high school.

Alison giggled into her phone. “I’m so great. Everybody loves me.”

It was true. Alison’s good looks, confidence, charisma, and wealth, had set her up for a life of endless victories. She had already mastered manipulation and exploitation to get what she wanted and her powers would undoubtedly increase after her induction as a Daughter of Isis. With the full backing of those powerful women and her own mother’s vast network of connections and resources, Alison was primed to rule the world.

Alison paused as if remembering something then lifted her ass cheeks from Emily’s face.

Emily gasped and spluttered for air.

“Hey,” said Alison, looking down at her, “you finished my homework for school tomorrow, right?”

Emily gulped. “I’ve…just a little more to do on it, Mommy.”

Alison sat back down on her face, smothering her once again, and giggled. “Better hope you’ve given yourself enough time to still get me that A then.”

Emily whimpered and Alison started to bounce, squashing Emily’s face beneath her large, round buttocks as Cindy continued to grab Alison’s clothes inhaling her scent through the g-string.

*

She soaked Alison’s delicates in warm water and detergent inside a mahogany Yamoko basin. Afterward, she carefully rinsed each individual bra and panty in a separate basin of clean, lukewarm water, squeezing and reshaping the material to retain its perfect elasticity.

It was humbling to hand wash the designer lingerie of a girl a year younger than her own daughter. As she took her time with a string bikini bottom, she considered that it was worth more than all the underwear Cindy had bought herself in over ten years. Not that she needed to worry about that now. Thanks to Eleanor, the only underwear she would require was her stainless steel chastity belt.

Sarah’s voice echoed through the kitchen. “What the fuck?”

Cindy immediately cringed, and a shiver of fear went through her spine. She turned to see Sarah’s naked body bearing down on her.

Was it her imagination or did Sarah’s breasts appear larger now? They were still tiny compared to Eleanor, Jessica, and Alison, but her bosom was definitely superior to Cindy’s. It was true that Sarah could never be considered beautiful like their superiors, but her skinny body possessed a defined waist, and hips. How had Cindy not noticed this before? Clearly, Sarah felt comfortable in her own skin for the first time. She was truly flourishing under Eleanor’s roof. Cindy was happy for her. That confidence had been a long time coming.

Sarah was on her quickly. “Why are you doing laundry? You’re supposed to be cleaning the bathrooms.”

There was no hint of love or respect in her tone. Cindy knew she had been relegated to the position of a lesser being in her daughter’s eyes now.

“I know, Miss Sarah,” she answered meekly. “But Miss Alison wanted these done right away.”

“Then you should have gotten me.”

“I thought that maybe I’d save you a job, Miss.”

Sarah gave Cindy a swift backhand across her cheek. “I don’t want you to think, bitch. I want you to listen.”

Cindy whimpered and cringed her shoulders to her ears. “I’m s-sorry, Miss Sarah.”

Sarah grabbed a fistful of Cindy’s hair and started to push her mother’s head toward the basin.

Cindy struggled, reaching up to grab Sarah’s hand and prise away her grip. “No,” she said, “stop it. Sarah, please, please!” She scurried her feet over the floor and felt her heart drop as she feared her flailing might accidentally knock the basin of water over the marble.

Sarah must have had the same mental image since she stopped momentarily.

Cindy relaxed. “Sarah,” she said breathlessly. “I know I failed you, but please, you have to believe me, I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted anyone to hurt you. It was all just a stupid fantasy. Let’s not be enemies, honey. I love you and I know deep down you love me too. Can’t we-”

She was unable to finish her thought as Sarah took advantage of Cindy’s passivity to shove her head down into the basin.

Cindy’s face was fully submerged in the soapy water. Air bubbles rose to the surface as she screamed. She kicked and scurried her hands over the back of her head in a desperate attempt to wrestle free from her daughter’s surprisingly strong grip.

Her lungs clogged. She felt herself growing weaker. Fear overwhelmed her. For a few seconds, she genuinely thought Sarah was going to drown her.

Mercifully, Sarah pulled her free from the water before she passed out. She spluttered, choking on the acrid water.

Sarah continued to pull Cindy’s hair, forcing her to lie on her back, flat on the floor. She released her grip and then pressed her foot on Cindy’s chest. She folded her arms over her breasts and sneered down triumphantly.

“Are you going to disobey me again?”

Cindy gagged and spat from the sides of her mouth. “No, M-Miss,” she said weakly.

Sarah scoffed. “I suppose you may as well finish the laundry since you started it, but then I want your ass back in those bathrooms. If I don’t see my reflection in the shine of those toilets, it’ll be your head inside them.”

“Yes, Miss Sarah,” said Cindy, sapped of all resistance. “Thank you.”