Carol's New Corset
Worm (Series), Taylor Hebert, Carol Dallon, Amy Dallon, Snuff, Suicidal Ideation, F/f, reluctant, Semi-consensual, Orgasm denial, masturbation, Oral, Implied mother/daughter, filming, choking, D/s, Complete?
 
Carol Dallon's firm is paying for some stress relief in the form of the opportunity to snuff a girl and Carol wants one who looks like her adoptive daughter, Amy. Enter Taylor Hebert.
 
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"Emma, do you know any girls at your school who are into... Snuff?" Alan Barnes asked his daughter awkwardly.
 
"Snuff? Like, girlskin? Or something else?" Emma asked, slightly intrigued at the way the conversation was going.
 
"Yes. Girlskin." Alan agreed, quickly. "I... Well, one of the partners at work is looking for some stress relief and a present for her daughter, someone proposed killing two birds with one... Girl, I suppose? And well, since she just won a big case the senior partners are offering to pay for everything."
 
Emma frowned. She did know a few girls who might be interested, depending on who it was who would be snuffing them. But that didn't mean the woman would be interested in them. Most people searching for Girlskin outfits had specific kinds of girls in mind for them, after all.
 
"I need to know more than that dad!" Emma complained as if that fact should have been obvious. "Who is the woman? What does she look like? Most girls aren't interested in just being snuffed by some random woman. It's a fantasy, Dad."
 
"Tall, blonde, imposing?" Alan offered trying not to specifically name the partner since she was very protective of her reputation.
 
"Oh my god! Is it Brandish!?" Emma asked, suddenly excited at the thought of knowing a real superhero's sexual fantasies.
 
"Shhhh! Not so loud! Someone might hear you!" Alan cautioned.
 
"We're in the house, Dad. No one else is here right now." Emma replied with a judging look.
 
"That's not- You know what, just... Keep quiet about this? Carol doesn't really want it being spread around?" Alan cautioned.
 
"I know how to keep a secret, dad!" Emma whined, petulantly. "Okay, so, Brandish wants a girl to snuff for one of her daughters? Did she say what she was looking for in the girl?"
 
"Mousy? Curly hair? Average looking? Not super attractive, but not unattractive either. She wanted a... Sub? Whatever that is?" Alan explained, repeating the words that Carol had told him. "She can't be too expensive, either. The senior partners are only offering five thousand dollars to buy her."
 
"Ugh, dad. You're so lame." Emma complained, before thinking about the description. There was one girl that immediately came to mind; Taylor. Taylor was mousy and with curly hair. She was pretty, but it was the type of pretty which would only really shine with Makeup, and Taylor never wore any. Emma knew she knew how,;they'd had more than enough sleepovers where Emma practiced on Taylor, but Taylor never seemed to wear any anyway. And as for a sub? Well, Emma had been bullying her for years and Taylor just... took it. If that wasn't a sub, what was? And while bullying Taylor was fun, it was pretty clear by now that whatever Emma was doing wasn't going to break her. And if she couldn't break her, then arranging for Taylor to be snuffed was definitely the next best thing!
 
Of course there was just one problem with that idea; convincing her dad to suggest Taylor to Brandish.
 
Taylor Hebert was the only child of Danny Hebert, Emma's dad's best friend. She was also the only reminder that Danny had of Annette Hebert; Danny's dead wife.
 
Emma would have to word this carefully if she wanted Taylor snuffed.
 
"Well, I do know a girl that would work for that. I'm not sure if she's into snuff normally, but if a superhero asked... I'm pretty sure she'd be up for it? Especially if you paid her five thousand dollars..." Emma paused. "But..."
 
"But?" Alan asked, not quite sure what the hold up was.
 
"But you're not going to like it when I tell you who it is." Emma admitted, trying to seem hesitant.
 
"Emma, I'm not going to be mad at you for answering my question, as long as you tell me the truth, okay?" Alan reassured his daughter.
 
"You're sure? No matter whose name I say? You'll stay calm and hear me out?" Emma prodded.
 
"Of course I will. I promise." Alan reassured her. "Just because you tell me who she is doesn't mean I have to suggest her."
 
"I really think this girl is the best choice though... She's a huge cape fan, and she fits all the stuff Brandish is asking for... And... I think it would be really good for both her and her family?" Emma insisted.
 
"Enough with the hard sell already, Emma. Just tell me her name." Alan replied, beginning to sound exasperated.
 
"Taylor." Emma stated simply.
 
"Taylor? Your best friend, Taylor!?" Alan demanded, shocked.
 
"Sophia's my best friend, dad. Taylor hasn't been friends with me since..." Emma swallowed, not wanting to even think about the time she was almost raped and maimed in an alley as her father watched, but knowing she needed to if she really wanted to sell this. "Since the alley."
 
Alan frowned, not wanting to believe that. He searched his memories but... Emma was right. Taylor hadn't been around the house in years had she? Not since.... Alan grimaced.
 
"What happened?" He asked, in a pleading undertone, wondering how he missed the change.
 
"I kind of ended things? After the alley I wasn't in a great place and Taylor still hadn't gotten over her mom's death and I couldn't be supportive of her while also dealing with the alley and I didn't want to tell her about the alley so we just kind of... Stopped being friends? Sophia knew what I was going through." Emma admitted, and it was at least partially true, if you ignored the fact that she didn't just let things end and started bullying Taylor instead.
 
"I'm sorry I never noticed." Alan admitted, softly.
 
"It's fine, dad. Friends grow apart. It happens." Emma reassured him, not wanting her dad to look into things and discover a more truthful version of what happened.
 
"Wait. But, even if you aren't friends anymore, why would you recommend Taylor? She'd end up snuffed!" Alan asked, rocking back into shock at Emma's suggestion.
 
This would take finesse, Emma realized. But she could manage that easily! And if the end goal was getting Taylir snuffed? She'd do more than just manage it; she'd excell. After all, daddy didn't actually care about Taylor. His best friend was Danny.
 
"Because I think it would be good for her, and Danny." Emma lied.
 
"Danny? How would it-" Alan stammered, surprised.
 
"Danny's never really gotten over Annette because he has Taylor, living in his house, reminding him of her every day." Emma began. "He spends all his time trying to take care of her, and that's why he can't meet anyone new. Being a single man in his 40s it's hard enough to meet a girl, but a single father?"
 
"I-" Alan paused, not wanting to admit he agreed, but not being able to fully dispute the logic either.
 
"They both know it. Danny's never going to get over Annette with Taylor in the house. That's why we need to tell Brandish to snuff Taylor, Dad!" Emma pronounced damningly.
 
"What! But... She's your friend!" Emma's father protested, weakly.
 
The thing about convincing people is that it's always easier to convince someone to do something they wanted to do already. And now? Emma had tied the idea of snuffing Taylor to the idea of Danny getting over his dead wife. Since her dad wanted Taylor snuffed, he'd be easier to convince to get her snuffed, and he'd want to believe anything Emma told him that would make that easier on him.
 
He'd believe Emma's lies because he wanted to believe them.
 
"Not anymore, dad. And besides, Taylor would love being snuffed by a superheroine! She's been crazy about strong powerful, flying women ever since she was a girl and wanted to be Alexandria! And she knows Danny will be better off without her too! And he'd get five thousand dollars for her too, right?" Emma insisted.
 
"But... She'd die. Not just die. She'd be snuffed!" Alan retorted. "Are you sure she'd be okay with that? This isn't just about helping Danny. Carol earned a reward. She wants an obedient sub to snuff. Are you sure Taylor can do that?"
 
"Taylor's a giant snuff slut, dad. She used to tell me all her perverted fantasies. It's one of teh reason we're not friends anymore. It reminded me a little too much of... well, the alley." Emma lied.
 
"She wants to be dominated and demeaned," Emma continued, and it was true, wasn't it? Emma had been demeaning and insulting Taylor for years and the girl hadn't fought back once! Why else wouldn't she just... resist?
 
"You're sure?" Alan asked, his voice tinged with hope.
 
"I'm sure, dad. All you need to do is convince Danny to sell her. Taylor will be perfect for Carol if she realizes her dad is supportive of her being snuffed!" Emma stated. She didn't actually know for sure if that was actually true, but If Taylor thought her dad, her last emotional tie to the world wanted her dead too? Emma was sure that Taylor would let Carol snuff her!
 
Alan nodded, believing his daughter. "Okay then. I'll ask Danny if he'll sell her. But if Taylor doesn't agree to let Carol snuff her, I'll have to lean on you for any other girls who might be willing, okay Emma?"
 
Emma smiled beatifically. "Don't worry, dad! I'll talk to her. I'm sure Taylor will agree after I tell her the good news!"
 
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It was Friday and Taylor Hebert had had a shitty week.
 
Emma had gone hard this week. Every day she'd hinted how much happier everyone would be if Taylor were snuffed; talking about how even her dad would want her snuffed if he were paid enough.
 
But that was all over now that she was finally home!
 
The first thing Taylor noticed was that her dad was home early, and the second thing she realized was that he wasn't alone.
 
There was a woman, an older woman, in her mid-thirties, sitting across the kitchen table from her dad.
 
She was blonde, with a heart-shaped face, full lips, and short hair. She looked, familiar somehow, but Taylor wasn't quite sure how.
 
"Taylor!" her dad looked... uncomfortable; as if he were caught in the act doing something he shouldn't be.
 
"Carol was just... asking about you?" her dad explained with a questioning look at the woman. Something about that name and her face... It was so familiar! Did she know this woman!?
 
"That's right," the woman, Carol, agreed, getting up from the table and taking a long look at Taylor, her eyes roaming up and down her entire body, assessing her... sexually.
 
"I have something I want and... you were recommended as the best person for it." Carol continued.
 
'There's something odd about that prasing.' Taylor thought.
 
"I- who are you?" Taylor asked, uncertainly.
 
"Carol Dallon." The woman replied, manifesting a shard of golden light in her hands before continuing. "Brandish."
 
"You're a superhero." Taylor half-realized, half-remembered.
 
"I am." Carol nodded.
 
"What do you want with me?" Taylor asked.
 
"Everything." Carol admitted easily. "I'm looking for a certain type of girl, and from what I can see, you'll do perfectly for my needs."
 
"I... what are your needs?" Taylor swallowed heavily. Brandish had a presence. It was hard to ask her anything without feeling nervous.
 
"You." Carol insisted. "I've already talked it over with your father, and my firm is willing to pay $5,000 dollars for you. Your father agreed, provided you say yes as well."
 
"Say yes to what?" Taylor asked, uneasy. "$5,000 dollars is a lot of money and you haven't even told me what you want to use me for."
 
"I want to snuff you." Carol paused, looking her over once more. No, not looking, ogling. "I wasn't sure at first, even after Alan's recommendation. But seeing you now? You're perfect. You're exactly what I need."
 
Taylor stood, stunned. Snuff. Just, just like Emma had tormented her about all week. And... Her dad was okay with it!?
 
Was Emma right?
 
Five thousand dollars.
 
Had that been the right price?
 
"Me?" was the only word that came out of her mouth.
 
"Mmmm... Yes. You'll need some hair dye. Brunette. But otherwise you're absolutely perfect..." Carol decided.
 
"And I don't get a say in this?" Taylor shot an angry look at her father.
 
"Of course you do!" he protested. "I'd never let anyone smuff you if you didn't want to! But Alan said..." Her father paused, getting the frantic tone in his voice under control. "Alan said you wanted it, and... And even though it's hard for me, I swore that I'd support you in whatever you wanted. And... maybe Alan's right that it would be good for me to, to start over; without reminders of Annette."
 
"Reminders like me." Taylor understood.
 
"I... Only if you want to. I would never force-" Her father trailed off.
 
He wanted her to, Taylor realized. He'd believed she wanted it because he'd hoped she wanted it. Emma wasn't lying. Her own father really did want her snuffed. He'd rather she be dead than alive, in their home, reminding him of her mom. And he'd be paid $5,000 if it happened.
 
Taylor flinched away from him and Carol moved in for the kill. "I want a mousy, curly haired, sub like you, Taylor. I want to get my daughters something special for their birthdays." Carol explained, reaching out to stroke Taylor's soft chin.
 
"I- Gifts?" Taylor asked, still struggling under the revelation that her dad really did want her snuffed.
 
"Yes, for my daughters. Victoria needs a new corset, and Amy, well, I'm going to give her a video." Carol explained, tilting Taylor's head back so that she was staring straight into Carol's deep blue eyes.
 
"I- I don't understand. what, what do those have to do with me?" Taylor shivered.
 
"You are absolutely essential, Taylor. I can't give Victoria a girlskin corset without the girlskin to make it. And as for the video, I deffinitely cannot make a snuff film for her without a girl like you to snuff." Carol explained, stil staring into Taylor's eyes.
 
"A... a corset? A snuff film? But... but, I'm not... I'm not pretty like Emma. or..." Taylor protested, unable to look away.
 
"That's exactly the point. I don't want to snuff a model, like Alan's daughter. I want to snuff a normal, average-looking girl, like Amy." Carol explained.
 
Amy. That, Taylor knew that name, Taylor realized. Amy Dallon. Panacea.
 
"Your daughter." Taylor whispered.
 
"Aren't you clever?" Carol praised.
 
"I've been trying to get Amy into snuff for a while now. She has a bit of a crush on her sister and I think she could make a very special present for my darling Victoria. Seeing me, snuffing a girl that looks like her... I think that will plant the idea properly in Amy's head, don't you?" Carol whispered, confessing her plan.
 
"That's... you want me because I look like your daughter?" Taylor asked, uncertain how to react.
 
"Adoptive daughter. You look like Amy, not Victoria. I never wanted to take her in, you know. It really would be for the best if she gave herself to Victoria to snuff."
 
Taylor tried to look over at her dad, begging him to rescue her with her eyes. But Daniel Hebert wouldn't meet her gaze, wallowing in his own depression and ignoring her needs, like always.
 
Taylor was on her own, and she already knew just what choice her Father preferred she take.
 
Carol was a terrible mother, but... but at least she wanted one of her daughters to have the best she could get for her. That was... that was better than her dad.
 
"What- how would you do it?" Taylor asked. She... she didn't want to be snuffed. But... if even her dad would prefer her dead to alive, what reason was there to resist?
 
"I took a look at Amy's browsing history. Incest. Sister porn, blondes and brunettes." Carol revealed. "Amy enjoys it most when the brunette is a sub, when the blonde forces the brunette to serve her with her mouth, and..."
 
"I took a look at Amy's browsing history. Incest. Sister porn, blondes and brunettes, and very specific costumed pornography." Carol revealed. "Amy enjoys it most when the brunette is a sub, when the blonde forces the brunette to serve her with her mouth, and..."
 
"Orgasm denial. It's in almost every video Amy bookmarked. She loves it when the sub is left just on the edge, unable to cum. I don't mind the thought of Amy getting what she wants, once. But it was disappointing that there was not a single snuff film to be found..."
 
"That's why you want me. You want to give Amy what she's into... As a snuff film." Taylor's heart quickened at the realization. "You want to get her into snuff."
 
Carol nodded.
 
"That, and give my real daughter a corset to wear that will remind Amy of her place." The statuesque woman agreed. "Which brings me to how I plan to snuff you, Taylor."
 
"How?" Taylor whispered as Carol leaned in to whisper in her ear.
 
"First, I'm going to treat you like a sub. I'll take you to the dungeon my firm is renting for this and start stripping you. I'll play with you for the cameras; for Amy." Carol explained in a low rumbling purr.
 
"Your lips..." Carol traced a finger over Taylor's bare lips.
 
"Your breasts..." Taylor startled as Carol's palms cupped her nipples, her fingers kneading Taylor's breasts through her baggy shirt.
 
One of Carol's hands dropped down, until it was firmly between the junction of Taylor's thighs cupping her sex through her blue jeans. "And other parts..."
 
Taylor's breath hitched.
 
"But you won't be cumming. Not now. Not ever." Carol whispered into her ear, before leaning in a bit further to suckle on Taylor's unpierced earlobe.
 
"Once you're naked, you'll serve me. You'll obey my every whim. If I tell you to kiss me, you'll kiss me. If I tell you to finger me? You'll do it. And when I tell you to beg me to snuff you? That is what you will do. Understand?" Carol demanded, stepping back to stare into Taylor's eyes once more.
 
Taylor nodded. She couldn't speak. She felt trapped. Abandoned. But... How could she refuse, knowing that Emma was right? Knowing that this really was what everyone wanted for her?
 
"In return, when you beg me to snuff you, you will get to ask me to snuff you the way you want to be snuffed. As long as the method is something that we can do in the studio, I will oblige you. I will even let you play with yourself while I do it. You may even try to cum. But I warn you, I won't let you finish before I cut your life short." Carol declared, smiling wickedly.
 
Taylor didn't know what to say, so she just stood there, staring.
 
"Aren't you going to thank me for my generosity?" Carol's eyes sparked with sadistic enjoyment. "I don't have to be this generous you know. I could just choose how to snuff you myself. But since your friend mentioned that you've been fantasizing about this for a while..."
 
Taylor's eyes widened. Was that how- Emma lied!
 
But did that really matter? Because Emma was right about the important parts. Everyone did want her dead.
 
Was there a good way to die? Something that wasn't painful? Something that she could... That she could cum to?
 
Idly Taylor remembered an assembly they once had. About the dangers of auto-erotic asphyxiation. How one of their classmates had died with a belt around their neck, masturbating. Choking their life out in a vain attempt to cum.
 
"Strangle me?" Taylor gasped out. Her voice throatier than she thought it would be for this.
 
"I could. But not without a thank you first... And your agreement of course. This is all contingent on you agreeing to my deal with your father, after all." Carol smiled.
 
Taylor swallowed heavily. Her father still wouldn't meet her eye. Did she really have a choice?
 
Maybe Emma was right after all. Maybe everyone else would be happier if she were snuffed?
 
It couldn't be worse than living in this house, knowing what her Father wanted for her.
 
"Thank you, Mrs. Dallon." Taylor whispered. "Will... Will you please..." her voice was cracking, but she needed to get the words out. She needed to ask. "Will you please snuff me?"
 
Carol smiled warmly. "Of course I will." She promised. "You'll get exactly what you deserve."
 
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Amy stared at the disk in her hand. It was the evening before her birthday, and Carol had given her a present.
 
Early.
 
Carol never did that. Hell! Half the time she never even remembered Any's birthday! Mark gave her her presents if he could pull himself out of his depression enough to get one, and he always told Amy it was from both of them, but they both knew the truth.
 
Carol hated her.
 
And yet.
 
Here was the disk. An early birthday present.
 
Amy wondered what it was.
 
Victoria had gotten a super sexy girlskin corset. She'd even modeled it for her!
 
Amy could feel her legs trembling at the mere memory as she sat down at her laptop.
 
She inserted the disk and ran it.
 
There was only one file; a video.
 
Amy pressed play.
 
There was a girl in a room, wearing one of Amy's old Panacea costumes; a white robe with red highlights.
 
"Hello Amy." The girl spoke.
 
She wasn't pretty, but she wasn't ugly either. She slouched a bit, and her mouth was a bit wide; but her skin was smooth and her figure wasn't bad. The girl had mousy black curly hair. And she looked... She looked like her, Amy realized.
 
"My name is Taylor. Your mother bought me to teach you a lesson about what girls like us are good for." The girl, Taylor, explained.
 
"I hope you enjoy it." She finished. She looked... Honest. She really did hope Amy enjoyed watching whatever this was. Whatever Carol had bought her to teach her.
 
As if summoned by her thoughts Carol walked into the frame.
 
"Happy birthday, Amy. I looked through your browser history. It was missing something." Amy's adoptive mother said without any sort of build up.
 
Amy's heart leapt in her chest and froze as she realized that Carol knew.
 
"I don't mind your crush on Victoria. I don't even mind if you pursue it. But I do have one rule you will need to follow if you want to do so." Carol smiled. "Just imagine that I'm Victoria and Taylor is you. You're a clever girl, Amy. I'm sure you'll figure out what my rule is if you watch long enough."
 
Amy's breath caught in her throat. Carol... Knew? And... She didn't mind? What- What was going on!?
 
"That's why you're getting this before your birthday, Amy. Your real birthday gift is my permission. You can pursue Victoria, you can even sleep with her! As long as you do it just like Taylor. Understand?"
 
Amy nodded at the screen, knowing that Carol couldn't hear or see her but doing it anyway.
 
"Excellent. Now. Feel free to play with yourself while you watch. I've made sure to make this video with your tastes in mind, after all."
 
Amy nodded again and pulled her nightie up and off. If Carol said it was okay... Then...
 
Amy's heart was racing. She could... she really could have... vicky! She could have her perfect sister. Touch her in ways that sisters shouldn't. Taste her! All she had to do was watch the film and figure out Carol's rule.
 
She could feel her body heating up aready at the thought, blood rushing to her nipples and between her legs as her fingers traced her heavily freckled skin.
 
"Strip." Carol ordered the pale, almost gangly girl on the screen with her; and the girl immediatly lifted up the bottom edge of one of Amy's old costumes as she practically leapt to obey.
 
Amy's costume came down to her own ankles, but on Taylor the robes barely reached mid-calf. The girl lifted the hem, revealling she wasn't wearing socks with her sneakers, but long, black stockings that ran all the way up to her mid-thigh.
 
"I chose Taylor here because she looks like you, Amy. And she's promised to be an obedient little sub who will obey my every whim." Carol explained. "Of course, those stockings and corset that you think I don't know about in your closet wouldn't fit her quite right, so I had to get her replicas, but I think they lok good on her, don't you?"
 
"Yes." Amy breathed, aware that Carol was a recording and couldn't hear her, but sucked into the ilusion anyway.
 
"I want you to be able to imagine yourself in her place, Amy." Carol explained as Taylor lifted the robes higher, revealing that Carol had gotten her an exact copy of Amy's little black bustier corset; with little garter straps hanging down to hold up the matching black stockings.
 
Amy sometimes wore hers under her costume, hoping that Vicky would notice and take her right then and there, but she never wore it like Taylor was now!
 
The corset top was cupless, and it cut off right at the waist. Amy wore it just above her pants, with both a bra and underwear on beneath. She alternated wearing it above and beneath her blouse but Taylor? Taylor wasn't wearing anything else!
 
In the space between where Taylor's stockings ended and her corset began the only fabric to be found were Taylor's garter straps. The pale, smooth, hairless exanse of her pubic mound was pared completely for the camera to see, as were her meaty, exposed pussy lips.
 
It was just like Amy imagined she herself would be dressed when Vicky suddenly decided to take her and use her; in Amy's fantasies.
 
'Yes.' Amy realized as Taylor pulled Amy's robes off and let them fall in a pile on the floor. 'It was going to be easy to imagine herself in Taylor's place, serving Vicky instead of her adoptive mother.'
 
'Good job.' Carol praised as Taylor stood in front of her, just like Amy enjoyed in the submissive sister sex series that she watched at least once a week.
 
The teen's modest breasts were framed beautifully by the dark cloth of the corset. Her pert brown nipples, so similar to Amy's own were jutting at attention.
 
"Are you ready to serve me?" Carol inquired, with a playful, sultry tone to her voice that Amy had never heard Carol use before. It made it that much easier to imagine Vicky in their mother's place.
 
"I am." Taylor blushed almost demurely, her eyes downcast unable to meet Carol's own.
 
"You will obey my every order?" Carol insisted.
 
"Of course!" Taylor nodded. she sounded reluctant, but compliant, just like Amy liked her subs in the videos she enjoyed in the dead of night.
 
"And you know what I have planned for you once I'm done with you?" Carol asked.
 
"I do." Taylor trembled.
 
Amy couldn't resist running her fingers around one of her nipples at the sight.
 
"I'm... looking forward to it." Taylor added, neither looking nor sounding as sure as her words implied.
 
Amy felt a rush of heat, right between her legs. She'd been uncertain, even a little violated when Carol had revealed she'd looked through her browser history. But now?
 
Now Amy was just thankful. This was an excellent birthday present. Everything about the girl that Carol had said she'd bought played right to Amy's fetishes for herself. The video was absolutely perfect, so far.
"Perfect." Carol echoed, smiling on the screen. "Now, strip me like I taught you to."
 
The girl, Taylor, approached Carol and Amy realized what Carol was wearing. It was a copy of Vicky's Glory Girl costume a white one-piece dress with golden trim and accents ending in a skirt at her mid-thigh with shorts underneath, an over-the shoulder cape, high boots and a golden tiara with spikes radiating from it.
 
Amy's hands drifted lower as she slid deeper into her fantasy, overlaying her sister's visage on Carol's face; imagining herself in Taylor's place. Her breath hitched as her fingers brushed the outer lips of her pussy.
 
Taylor was lifting Carol's skirt to reveal a pair of plain white panties; just like Vicky wore when she went out to fight crime.
 
Amy gasped as Taylor pulled down Carol's panties. Vicky had a wonderful habit of floating down the hall back to her room after a shower with just a towel on her head to keep her hair from dripping on the hard wood floors. That's how Amy knew that her gorgeous, perfect sister meticulously shaved every day to keep her blonde pubic fur in a neat bar-shaped vertical landing strip. A landing strip that Carol had initiated, just for her.
 
To make it easier for Amy to imagine that the woman having her panties removed was the girl she really wanted to see in this video.
 
Amy's heart skipped a beat as the panties hit the floor.
 
"Spread me." Carol ordered, and the girl who resembled Amy complied, spreading her adoptive mother's pussy to reveal a soft expanse of pink flesh thoroughly coated with arousal.
 
Amy's fingers reached her clit, gently rubbing it as she watched the girl stare at Carol's bared pussy.
 
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" Carol asked, realizing something.
 
"Yes." The girl blushed, embarrassed.
 
"You'll stay that way." Carol ordered. "You are here for my pleasure. Not yours. In fact, that's a second rule for you as well, Amy. I don't mind you touching my daughter; but just because I will allow you to service her, doesn't mean you're allowed to be served by Victoria. I don't want her developing any bad habits."
 
Fire shot through Amy's body at the declaration. It was one thing being given permission to be with her beloved Vicky, but... Being forced to serve her? Denied her own release!?
 
"Nnngh!!!" Amy moaned as Carol hit her right in one of her deepest fetishes with just her words alone.
 
Amy had always loved orgasm denial. And now? Now if she wanted to be with Vicky, she was bound to it.
 
A small part of her mind wondered what Carol's first rule would be if this was what her second was like. She wasn't sure if that was fear... or anticipation.
 
"Lick." Carol ordered the girl and Amy felt her own tongue lick at her lips as the girl leaned in between Carol's spread legs, looking up at her adoptive mother with open eyes.
 
"Mmmmm..." Carol moaned as the girl began to lick her. Slowly. Uncertainly. But gaining in confidence in tune with Carol's audible appreciation.
 
Amy's fingers slipped easily into her sex; her own wet warmth easily accommodating them as she watched the girl lick the closest thing she'd ever seen on video to her gorgeous sister's slit... Even in the Glory Girl imitator videos she kept saved on a secret folder on her hard drive.
 
"Fuck! Yes!" Amy wasn't sure if it was her voice or Carol's calling out as she watched the girl lick her mom, her face flush against Carol's body as Carol writhed and jerked in response, her hands tangling through the girl's curly brown hair.
 
Fuck! This was... Was so hot! And yhe promise at the end! She could have Vicky! She just needed to... To... Something! God, Amy didn't even know what she needed to do but she would do it! She'd do anything to make Vicky hers!
 
"Yes! Just like that!" Carol ordered. She looked, she looked close; like she could cum at any moment!
 
"Fuck!" Amy shouted. What did she have to fear? Carol knew exactly what she was watching, and if Vicky burst in then....
 
Amy flushed as her imagination ran wild thinking just what Vicky might do is she burst in on her, how she might punish her! "Yes!" Amy wanted it. She wanted all of it, and more!
 
"Yes Taylor! You're perfect!" Carol shouted and Amy wasn't sure whether she wanted to hear those words more from Vicky or Carol herself.
 
"I'm cumming!"
 
Amy's fingers plunged loudly in and out of her sex as she watched her mother cum into the girl's mouth, holding her in place to the point where it seemed like the girl might start choking for air.
 
Amy had never felt more turned on than in that moment, imagining it was her and Vicky in their place.
 
"Mmmmm...." Carol purred, stepping back to reveal Taylor's cum smothered face to the camera.
 
"That really was lovely, Taylor." Amy's adoptive mother praised her stand-in, causing her to blush in turn.
 
"Now, it's time for Amy to learn my rule, isn't it Taylor?" Carol prompted, causing the teen to seize up in panic that Carol completely ignored.
 
Amy leaned in. This was it! The rule! The only thing standing between her and Vicky!
 
Amy's heart was racing. She wanted to fast forward to the revelation, but she didn't want yo miss a single word either! She felt like her whole body was full of barely caged lightning, just waiting to be released!
 
"You got to please me, now what do I get to do to you in return, Taylor?" Carol coaxed, almost bullying the girl, gently, but firmly in a way that was driving Amy absolutely wild!
 
"P-please..." the girl begged, her voice trembling.
 
"Please, what? Use your words, Taylor. And know that you aren't getting out of our deal. I've already done my part, now it's time for you to do yours." Carol reminded her.
 
The girl slumped before steeling herself. Amy was on tenterhooks, trembling as she waiting to hear the girl's words, promising herself that it didn't matter what the rule was. That anything, any sacrifice was worth making to be with Vicky for the rest of her life!
 
"Please..." the girl continued, trembling. But her gaze was firmly set now. She wasn't trying to back out. "Please snuff me, Carol." The girl begged.
 
Amy's heart stopped, her brain unwilling to process what she'd heard as she stared, uncomprehendingly at the screen.
 
"Please, Choke me to death... like you promised." The girl begged.
 
What was going on!? Why was... Amy couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen even with the sudden change in tone. This was... Was this a joke? A...
 
Amy didn't know what it was, but it couldn't possibly be real could it? Carol wasn't... She wouldn't! Not to-
 
"Of course, Taylor. And just this once I give you permission to play with yourself. You won't cum. But feel free to try." Carol declared with a wicked grin as she lifted the girl to her feet.
 
This was... This was madness! Carol wouldn't snuff a girl like this! Where was the rule!? What did she have to do to be with Vicky!?
 
Taylor wasted no time spreading her legs as she started to masturbate; a task made all the harder by the fact that she barely even seemed to be wet.
 
Carol reached out and grabbed the girl by the throat and began to squeeze.
 
Amy's body was running on autopilot, her fingers fucking her pussy. Her hips bucking as she neared a climax of her own.
 
The girl wasn't going to make it, she realized as she stared at the screen as Carol choked the life out of her.
 
Amy could see the terror in the girl's eyes as she tried to cum worsen. Her juice-slick fingers reached up from her sex to claw fruitlessly against Carol's two-handed grip.
 
Amy watched as the girl kicked and gasped, thrashing as she tried to get air, as she tried to fight off the inevitable but it wasn't working.
 
Carol didn't give a damn about the girl's pleasure, Amy realized. This was a lesson. A lesson for her.
 
The minutes ticked down and Taylor began to lose consciousness, her eyes bugging out as her face purpled due to lack of air.
 
She was dying.
 
Amy stared as her mother snuffed the girl. The girl she'd bought. The girl she'd picked for her resemblance to her. The girl she'd used up and was now discarding without a single consideration for her wants, or needs.
 
In that instant, Amy realized what Carol's rule was. If Amy wanted Vicky... She wouldn't be allowed to survive.
 
It took another two whole minutes for Taylor to die, and once she did? Carol tossed her corpse aside like so much garbage before turning to stare at her adoptive daughter.
 
"You understand now, don't you Amy?" Carol asked her.
 
And Amy nodded, her fingers working on autopilot as she stared at her mother, and the corpse.
 
"That's my rule. If you want to touch my daughter, I will allow it. Once." Carol explained.
 
"You will serve her, getting nothing in return, and then you will die. Either by Victoria's hand or my own." Carol paused. "In fact, even if Victoria refuses that deal I'll be willing to do for you exactly what I did for Taylor. All you need to do is ask."
 
Carol smiled gently, as if granting Amy a wish instead of a death sentence that they both knew Amy would be unable to resist.
 
"Those are my terms, Amy. Now it's up to you to decide if you want to accept them."
 
Fuck. They were-! What could she do!? She didn't want to die! But... For Vicky? If... If Vicky wanted it? Then-
 
"As for Taylor?" Carol continued, unphased and uncaring of the emotional turmoil she'd inflicted on her adoptive daughter. "Taylor is going to the taxidermy shop. Victoria deserves a nice new Corset, doesn't she?"
 
The girlskin corset! Vicky 's birthday present! Her most newly prized possession in the world! The sexy outfit she'd showed off to Amy in private, raving about how perfect it was. It was Taylor. It was her!
 
"And maybe Victoria deserves second one too?" Carol coaxed. "Don't worry, I'll pay."
 
Amy swallowed hard.
 
She reached forward and restarted the video.
 
The End?