The Devil's Daughters

By A. P. Doyle

This story is about the minds of two young women who come from somewhat different backgrounds, yet the similarity to their lives is quite the same.
Yvonne duBois is a talented girl, trained in athletics and very smart. However, her upbringing has not afforded her the luxury of furthering her education, so she turns her education to the streets. She becomes a “banger” and quickly learns the art of using the weak for her own pleasures and desires. When she finally makes it to where she thinks she has achieved success, the only thing she has gained is what could very well be her demise.
Gemma Regan is a talented girl, trained in athletics and very smart. Nevertheless, she is determined not to wind up on the path that Yvonne has led herself upon. Beaten down and used to living in “the system”, Gemma soon discovers that it will take more than her brain to get her into “university”. She will have to use her body. It’s been used and abused during her younger years, so why not put it to good use, and let it take her where she wants to be.
Both girls are certain that they are being used by Satan, although for different purposes. He speaks to them, deriding them, controlling them until ultimately change has to come.
Mr. Doyle does a magnificent job of letting the reader explore the minds and the everyday lives of these two women and the impact that is wrought upon them and everyone around them. This 29 chapter story is sure to keep you riveted to the edge of your seat, and one warning, prepare for a long read, as you will not be able to put this book down until you have reached the end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. P. Doyle
• Release date: Feb 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458191373

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CHAPTER 1

YVONNE’S BACKSTORY

Yvonne grew up in South Central LA, the youngest of three. Her mother was a heroin addict, and had taken little interest in any of her children. The polite description of Yvonne’s childhood would be chaotic and difficult. Sustained neglect and abuse would be more brutally honest. Her mother died from an overdose when Yvonne was thirteen. The state became her parents, a task in which they performed poorly. It took six months for Yvonne to realize that you only got what you took. Already a good athlete, she threw herself into running and weight training. She joined a gang and tolerated the sexual servitude to the older boys, in return for the feeling of belonging and the ability to hurt and use the weaker girls. She killed her first girl at 14 in a fight with a rival gang. As her teenage years progressed, boys lost interest in her increasingly hard physique, and Yvonne became exclusively gay. She was not afraid to offer sexual favors to any woman who could give her something in return, particularly teachers and coaches. Whilst her school was mainly people of color, she discovered the joy of hitting on weak (preferably white trash) girls and using them as she pleased. She had an almost supernatural ability to pick the ones who would not tell or fight back.

Although not stupid, Yvonne could not afford to go to college. She was a talented sprinter. A combination of serious training, anabolic steroids and careful blackmail earned her a sports scholarship to a small Southern university. There she quickly made the acquaintance of the head coach, who shared Yvonne’s interest in making money and fucking young women. She loved her own muscular physique, and the heightened sexuality that training brought on (helped by large amounts of cocaine and nandrolone). Yvonne started attending some body-building contests, and like many college students, did a bit of porn; mainly black-butch fucks white-femme sort of stuff. Doing this for pathetic men to jerk off to was not really for her; besides the actors were not the ones making the money.

Some years later, a prison psychiatrist would diagnose Yvonne as a high functioning psychopath, with major narcissistic traits and considerable insight. In other words, she was a vicious, calculating bitch who got what she wanted and did not care how she obtained it.

Yvonne trained and studied hard towards her degree in sports science and chemistry; particularly performance-enhancing drugs, and how not to get caught. She was charming when she chose to be and soon amassed a large circle of friends and acquaintances, which she used ruthlessly, always taking care to cover her tracks. Most were pleased to know Yvonne, especially because of her ability to supply almost any illegal drug on demand at reasonable prices. To a smaller group, Yvonne could have been the daughter of Satan himself.

Once Yvonne graduated, she got a job on the coaching staff as assistant to the head coach. She mainly worked, unofficially, for Dr. Wan , as liaison with the coaching staff. Dr. Wan was an internationally famous sports doctor and anti-doping advisor to many national and international sporting bodies. He made his fortune by helping athletes escape getting caught. Gillforth University was one of three small universities involved in a secret research project. Dr. Wan had close links to the Chinese government who, possibly, were intimately involved in enhancing the performance of their athletes by chemical means.

The problem was that the drugs did not work as well on athletes of African or European origin. In particular, women rapidly developed virilization; namely voice changes, extreme hairiness, aggression, breast shrinkage, fused labia and enlarged clits. In essence, they started looking like Yvonne. The whole of the coaching staff was involved in the conspiracy. They each had a sports consultancy, based in the Cayman Islands, with a suitable list of fictitious clients.

These clients paid well for non-existent work. The students were chosen carefully for sports scholarships, the chief criteria being corruptibility. About half were doped, and half not. They had to agree to extensive monitoring, not only of performance, but mood and development of masculine traits. And to keep their mouths shut, the women were photographed naked monthly. This included split beaver shots. These essentially pornographic pictures were useful blackmail tools for girls with consciences. Yvonne’s brass knuckles also had a persuasive effect.

None of the athletes were expected to perform incredibly well. Gillforth had a reputation of generous sport scholarships, but mediocre sporting performance. It did however produce good degrees for financially disadvantaged students. The project was to produce athletes with high average performance, normal physique and no failed drug tests. The knowledge was then used to help proper elite athletes elsewhere.

Yvonne believed in the American way, i.e. making as much money as possible. She was extremely cunning. She could sense an opportunity, and she knew when a storm was brewing. She was unsure how long the doping conspiracy would last. Basically, many people were looking the other way. It would only take one crusading journalist to blow the house down. Diversify, she thought.

Purely, as a businesswoman, she studied the local sex industry. There were few very successful pimps, and they dealt with the more expensive end of the trade, mainly doing outcall. Cheaper stuff was reserved to drug addicts and trafficked teenagers who could barely speak a word of English. Through her cultivated police contacts, she discovered that the lower quality, lower profit trade was the highest risk.

By sheer chance, she was offered a BDSM slave by a Dom called Adrian for services rendered. She was a tiny brunette called Alice, who loved being hurt, which suited Yvonne perfectly. She was also much better at domestic stuff than any of Yvonne’s many girlfriends. In fact, more than one girl freaked out when Yvonne brought her home from a club to find a naked young woman presenting herself as a juicy ingredient in a threesome. It was surprising how many joined in, though. Alice lasted 6 months, followed by Lianna, a light-skinned black woman (Yvonne was no racist), who unfortunately had too much of a heroin habit and had to go after 3 months. A year on, Yvonne was still trying to fuck every woman in the state. She found her own slave, following a fascinating weekend seminar at Master Adrian’s College of Pain entitled: How to find and ensnare your Sub. Yvonne was happy to combine business with pleasure.

CHAPTER 2

JULY 13TH

FIRST FIND YOUR SLAVE

Yvonne’s first major project was Mary-Beth. She was a blond nineteen-year-old from Hicksville, Missouri. She was an orphan on a swimming scholarship and a virgin. Mary-Beth stood 5 feet 6 inches, weighed 120lbs and had shoulder length dark blond hair and doe like light brown eyes. She had a typical swimmer's physique with broad shoulders, big tits and slim hips, softened by a layer of swimmer’s puppy fat. Mary-Beth shared a room with another blond orphan from the sticks. Yvonne had her own apartment just off campus. Mary-Beth was shy and vulnerable. Yvonne was drawn to her like a leopard to a baby antelope. Her seduction was initially subtle; coffee, movies and workouts together. Mary-Beth spotted for Yvonne at the gym. She felt a strange, embarrassing wetness between her legs as she watched Yvonne’s massive thigh muscles flex and knot beneath her glistening ebony skin.

One day, Yvonne purred, Go on, sugar, touch. I think you need a taste of real dark chocolate. Let’s shower and get back to my apartment.

Mary-Beth gulped, Sorry, Yvonne, I didn’t mean to stare. She blushed to the roots of her blond hair.

I’ve a better idea. A new hairdo will cheer you up. Maybe nails too, said Yvonne, and made a call on her cell.

They stopped at a hairdresser in town.

They seemed to be the only customers. Two tall black women in high heels and miniskirts looked Mary-Beth up and down in an openly sexual manner, which made her blush.

I’m not sure about this, Yvonne. I’m pretty short of cash, Mary-Beth protested.

Oh, don’t worry, sugar, Yvonne intoned. This is on me. You just have to do exactly as I tell you. Now strip.

Mary-Beth’s face was blank. I’m sorry, I don’t understand.

Yvonne took a step forward and slapped Mary-Beth hard enough to make her fall to the ground. She stood up, clutching her red cheek, and cried. That was when Mary-Beth should have turned and run .

Yvonne snarled at the frightened teenager. Don’t ever backtalk me again, bitch. Now get out of your skanky clothes and let these ladies inspect your hillbilly body.

Mary-Beth was shocked but felt powerless to resist. She stripped to her floral pattern underwear and stood shivering with her arms clasped defensively across her chest.

My God, you must be the world’s most stupid cunt, bellowed Yvonne, grabbing a broom. Get yourself naked. Or I will ram this broom handle so far up your white trash ass that you’ll spit out your teeth. Now stand up straight and put your hands behind your head whilst we inspect my property. That’s better. Stop crying, for fuck’s sake.

The women circled the terrified girl. She yelped when Yvonne lifted both her breasts as though they were fruit on a stand and squeezed hard enough to leave bruises.

They will do. The tan lines look cheap and slutty, and the bush will have to go. If you were blond all over, it might be different. Now touch your toes and spread your legs.

Mary-Beth winced as a stinging slap was delivered to her bare buttocks and gasped as a finger pushed through her virginal vulvae lips

Mmm ladies, lookey here. The little slut's getting wet. And if I’m not mistaken, she has an intact hymen. I can’t remember the last time I saw one of those. You must be the only nineteen-year-old virgin in Dixie. Doesn’t puberty start in Kentucky when your daddy breaks you in?

Mary-Beth felt a stabbing pain as the finger entered her vagina.

Yeah. Nice tight white twat. Girl, you are gonna do more than just cry once you get some hard black dick up there. Why is it you white whores have such small cunts? I heard that Britney claimed she was a virgin for so long by only taking it up the ass. What about you Blondie? I think I’ll call you Britney. Hey, help me out here, sister.

Mary-Beth felt her buttocks being pried apart and screamed as Yvonne thrust a finger into her anus. She tried to stand and expel the invading digit, but one of the hairdressers was standing on her ponytail. Her sphincter had gone into a massive spasm.

I think we can safely say that man hasn’t plowed this furrow, announced Yvonne and removed both index fingers with a loud pop.

Mary-Beth fell to her knees sobbing.

Now lick my fingers clean, bitch. Or the finger will be replaced by the broom handle.

What do you want us to do first? asked the older hairdresser.

Tidy up her bush I think.

How about we trim it real short; wax it to a landing strip and bleach what’s left?

No. Wax her bald. And pluck out any rogue ass hairs.

Usually, the intimate stuff was done discreetly in a back room but, as the salon was officially closed, they wheeled the couch out to the main room so Yvonne could watch in comfort.

Mary-Beth was made to put both her feet in stirrups whilst two strangers applied wax strips to her muffin and painfully plucked six curly hairs from around her pink starfish. Her anxiety and embarrassment merely increased the pain as the strips were ripped off.

Once the humiliating procedure was done, Yvonne told the girl to again touch her toes. Yvonne ran her tongue across Mary-Beth’s silky-smooth mound and lips.

Delicious. Now stick her in the tanning booth and turn it to max. I hate tan lines.

You know that’ll burn her? cautioned the younger hairdresser.

So what? The pain will remind her who she belongs to.

After half an hour of excessive UV rays, Mary-Beth was sat, still naked, in a chair and finally got a haircut; a short pixie with a longish fringe and cut very short at the back.

Once Yvonne had declared herself satisfied, Mary-Beth was allowed to put her blouse back on but not her jeans or underwear, which she was made to carry.

Sadly for Yvonne, the parking lot was almost empty when she walked Mary-Beth to her Mustang. Her right hand gripped the girl’s bare butt cheeks, feeling the well-honed muscles contract and relax.

On reaching Yvonne’s apartment, a couple of school age boys were hanging around outside, not doing much. Yvonne walked Mary-Beth up to the outer door, turned her to face the boys, and said sternly,

You can look but you can’t touch, as she lifted Mary-Beth’s blouse to just below the girl’s breasts.

Mary-Beth did not think her humiliation could get any worse, but she was wrong.

Once inside the apartment, Yvonne stood behind Mary-Beth and ripped the girl’s blouse off.

"Time for you to learn some rules. When we are alone, you are to be naked and address me as Mistress. In public, call me Yvonne. You will stand with your hands by your side, looking at the floor. If I say toes, you will move your left foot twelve inches to the left and touch your toes. You will stay there until told otherwise. If I clap my hands once, you will assume the Swan, twice and you will assume the Peach. Kneel, slut. Now spread your legs, keeping your feet together. Wider. Good. Sit on your feet and put your arms straight out behind you. Arch your back and neck as far as you can. Thrust those titties out. You are offering them to me as a gift. That is the Swan.

Now lean forward. Keep your back straight and put your hands on the floor in front of you. Get your elbows at 90 degrees and put your head on your hands. Look to the left. Good. Now lift that ass up. Higher. Present both those stinking holes for fucking, like the bitch in heat that you are. That is the Peach, and two claps is the command. Never look back at whoever is fucking you. Unless I instruct otherwise, you are always to be fucked in this position.

Is that quite clear?"

Yes, whispered Mary-Beth.

You are a slow learner, I see, said Yvonne ominously.

Yvonne clapped her hands once and Mary-Beth moved into the Swan, thrusting her full breasts upwards. She was desperate to please. She could feel her love juice trickling down towards her innocent anus. Yvonne walked around her slave twice and gently tweaked both her nipples. Mary-Beth let out a little moan.

Yvonne stood between Mary-Beth’s golden knees and kicked her in the groin.

Mary-Beth howled and fell on her side, both hands between her legs. Yvonne kicked her again in the left kidney, then kneeled down and whispered in her ear.

Yes, Mistress, you dumb cunt. Now say it properly.

Yes, Mistress, Mary-Beth sobbed.

All this teaching is making me wet. I’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself, then you can worship me.

Yvonne shrugged off her sneakers, T-shirt, cycling shorts, sports bra and thong and sat down in a comfy chair, resting her feet on Mary-Beth’s toned, tanned arms.

She gave the girl ten minutes and then, with a gentle kick to the head, told her to stand up. Mary-Beth stood as instructed, looking at the floor, stifling her tears.

Look at me and tell me what you see.

Yvonne stood, legs apart, with her hands on her hips. Mary-Beth looked and drank in Yvonne’s Amazonian body. 5 foot 10 inches of hardness. Her huge, muscular shoulders and arms. Her six pack. The thick cords of her thigh muscles. Her huge, black, surgically enhanced breasts. Her trimmed bush with a giant pierced clitoris clearly visible.

You are a goddess, Mistress, murmured Mary-Beth.

A clap and Mary-Beth dropped into the Swan, wincing slightly because of the pain from her bruised adductor tendons. She remained motionless as Yvonne kissed up her neck and chin and then planted her mouth on Mary-Beth’s slightly parted lips. The teenager opened her mouth readily and accepted the delicious lingual invasion. Part of her mind was screaming, ‘No.’ She had been brought up in a strict orphanage, by fanatical right-wing Christians who hated blacks. They had taught her obedience though, through starvation and the strap, and that might be right. The thought of being a white lesbian slave was strangely intoxicating. Yvonne slid her hand over Mary-Beth’s quivering tummy and effortlessly slid a thick finger into the girl’s slick love tunnel. Pushing a bit, she found the teenager’s rubbery cervix and gave it a little wiggle. She decided against any more fingers as she planned to sell Mary-Beth’s virginity pretty soon.

When they both came up for air, Yvonne scooped Mary-Beth up and carried her to the next room, throwing her on to the bed.

Lie on your back with your legs spread.

Yvonne climbed on top of her, bent Mary-Beth’s right knee slightly, and continued her game of tonsil tennis, whilst rubbing her aching clit against the younger woman’s toned thigh.

Yvonne was near the edge. She rolled onto her back and pushed down hard on Mary-Beth’s fluffy, blond head until it was over her steaming pussy.

Now eat your Mistress’ pussy, Yvonne commanded. My pleasure is your only concern. You are released from all your worldly worries. You exist for one thing only, and that is to serve me.

Mary-Beth looked at Yvonne’s swollen clit and her big purplish flaps. They were running with fluid, which she mused looked a bit like sperm. She had never been so close to a woman’s private parts and had little idea what to do. She found the smell nauseating. Mary-Beth knew that sex involved a man’s penis and a woman’s vagina. She also knew that boys liked a girl to suck their dick. She had been forced to do that frequently at the orphanage and at high school. Mary-Beth set about licking up the pussy cream, which she realized could be an endless task as more quickly appeared. She was bold and inserted three fingers into Yvonne’s big hot box. She gently wrapped her mouth around Yvonne’s rock-hard clit and started licking. She reckoned it was not much smaller than the first dick she had ever sucked.

Yvonne came with a roar. Mary-Beth looked up, afraid she had hurt her, and let her fingers slide out of Yvonne’s hole.

What are you doing? Yvonne boomed. I have only come once. Get back to work and put your whole hand in. I’m wet enough to be fisted.

Mary-Beth dutifully returned to her carnal duties. She was amazed at the size of Yvonne’s pelvis. A slight chill came over her at the thought of the same thing happening to her tiny, virginal pussy.

Yvonne propped herself up to get a better view. She had already wrapped her legs around the girl’s back and was admiring her beautiful, toned body. She had formulated a plan. She knew she wasn’t the only woman, or man, to be turned on by athletic young girls. It was merely a matter of bringing the two groups together for money. Her new slave would be a perfect test of her business model.

Yvonne’s thoughts were interrupted by the approaching mile long freight