"You know slut. You are going to have to work harder for me. Work harder for those orgasms. You've had the taster of what those orgasms are like and they are only the taster. The reality is that I can give you orgasms that will put you into orbit. But you are going to have to work for them. To work for them you are going to have suffer for me. Do you understand slut. You are a slut, a pain slut who is going to suffer for me just so that she can have the orgasms that she dearly needs, just to survive on a day to day basis. Am I making myself clear, slut?"

Black Widow wasn't trying to have a conversation with Cassie. That wouldn't have been fair, to try to hold a conversation with her. She was merely informing her. Informing her in a way that the young girl understood. In a way that she could compute. That was the thing about Widow - she knew how much she could talk to the girl at any time. She knew how much that pretty little head would take in. She knew how much she could torment an already tormented head. She knew how much she could push her. Cassie nodded, but it was like she was stifling that nod. Like she was afraid to nod, or even move a muscle for fear that it would hurt her too much. But she nodded anyway. She nodded and that noise she was making was suspended for a split second. Then there was the sound of her holding her breath. And then letting out that breath. And then the noise again. As she resumed 'the noise' so the thing inside her was denting and distorting her cervix. And so her inner walls were being pushed further and further apart. She nodded that she understood and Widow squeezed her thighs. She stood and discreetly squeezed her thighs at the despair of this sweet young girl. There were tears coming from Cassie's eyes and running down her cheeks. She might have been at the point where she thought that there could not have been any more pain to come. But she would have reached that point a number of times. She would have reached that point a number of times and would have prayed to god that there would be no more pain to come. But then it would come. Then more pain on top of already inhumane pain would come. It was like a vicious circle. Round and round. Round and round. Cassie wouldn't get an orgasm from this session. She hadn't done enough to earn it yet. She may get more pain, but she wouldn't get her fix. Not yet

A few hours later - Casey's house;

"We meet again. Its party night mum. Exciting hey?"

Widow had that tone. Almost a sarcastic tone. And it was one that had something else in it as well. A hint of menace. Given what this woman had already done to this family, a 'hint' of anything seemed to be an understatement. Casey looked petrified when she opened the door and found Widow there, and Cassie. But also like a joy. She hadn't seen her little girl since that night. Since the night that this woman had taken her little girl away with her. At least she was seeing her now. At least she could see that her little girl was alive and well. That is she was alive. Well was another thing, a very debatable thing. Cassie wasn't well at all. She had a look of a haunted soul across her face. An expression that was permanently pained. And expression that was like she had a whole life story of pain to tell, that had happened to her in her tender years. And yet there had been an effort. An effort made to dress her up. To make her up. A skin-tight latex dress that hugged her figure. Her budding breasts squeezed together and threatening to spill out. Sheer black nylon sheathing her stunningly long legs. Her feet arched into heels. She looked the bomb. Even through mum's fear at seeing this woman again, her little girl looked too old dressed and made up like that. Deep red lipstick. Dark eyes. Lashes dripping with mascara. The only saving grace was that it was her little girl. She could see her. She had heard nothing from her or that woman. And yet at the same time she had had the feeling that she hadn't seen the last of her.

"What do you want? Why are you here?"

Casey had offered the words as Widow had slipped past her. Cassie might have relished in making eye contact with her mother. But things had moved on. She had been used to break her mother. She had been allowed to take part in the reeling in of her mother. That had been some light entertainment for Widow - seeing the girl like that. With power over her mother. And wielding that power. That had showed something in the girl. Something buried. A switch maybe. Someone who could be both dominant and submissive. Maybe. But it was something that Widow had to keep in check. Cassie had served her purpose in helping reel her mother in. Helped her nullify her mother and now she herself had to be reeled back in and taken under control. There would be no way that she would be able to show that kink, that dominance over her mother again.

"Like I said sweet lips, it's party time. I've arranged for visitors to come tonight. There will be people here all night. Arriving leaving. Staying a while. Maybe longer if they like the service. And your little girl, your little slut girl is entry fee. She has to pleasure cocks when they arrive. And she has to entertain when people stay. Full no protection sex. Whatever is required of her. And of you."

Casey couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't ever think anything could be worse than the pain she had got from that electric shock that Widow had applied when she visited first time round. She was wrong. She was getting the implication straight away. That her little girl was the entry fee to these men when they came. The thought made her feel sick. But then she computed all of the words.

"Of me? You cannot be serious. You can't do this to us."

Widow glammed up to the max, her platinum blonde hair, dead straight and down to her tailbone. Evening style dress under a long black coat and heeled up to the max as well. But she would not be on the menu.

"There is no 'us'. You've lost your little slut girl. She is now 'mine' all mine. But you can see how she is getting on her new life. You know there isn't anything she won't do for an orgasm. She is addicted to orgasms. She needs them and she will get them whatever she has to do to get them. That's the gaunt look you can see. She doesn't know when she'll get her next fix see. She just has to work for them. Or keep working for them in the most base ways until I decide she can have an orgasm."

Casey could feel her own lips trembling as Widow spelled out the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth to her. There was something like a little bit of fight in Casey. She moved in close to Widow. Almost into her personal space.

'How can you live with yourself?"

Widow tossed her head back and laughed softly.

"Oh I live with myself very well thank you. When I see my latest victim working like a trooper so that she can come and come again, I know all of my hard work is worth it. And when I see my latest victim's mother sucking a big sloppy cock because she has to and because she will so that her ex-little girl doesn't have to do the things she will do with that cock - then I sleep so well. I live with myself and I sleep soundly. I sleep soundly whilst my victims and my victims near and dear ones suffer the worst things that they can suffer."

It was difficult to believe that the words were being spoken by this attractive woman. Speaking casually and yet with some manic in that voice there somewhere as well. Hidden maybe, but there between the lines something that only just about hinted what this woman was capable of.

"But why? Why us?"

Widow laughed again. This time it was an extended laugh and she looked right at Casey.

"Because I can."

And the thing was she was right. She could.