Alex, the captured girl, didn't realize how much time had passed since her capture until she saw her first daughter come into the room, realizing that the girl was now 18, and she'd be expected to have sex with her as she had with the girl's parent. The first kiss also indicated that the girl had already sucked off her own parent, and she whined, feeling overwhelmed. Her mind was long past the point of escape, but she knew that this was a new torture, her daughter a wanton slut, used for sex.
Ruby had grown up differently than most girls. She had grown up in a house where all she’d known for so long was sex. Exposed to some form of the freedom of sexual desires, of how it was so healthy and to explore it from the very beginning, all of her life. It was so easy to turn Ruby into a slut; to turn her into a whore that craved little else other than a cock or a pussy. Something to taste or suck or some toy to fuck herself with, if that was the only way.
So when Ruby went into the room where Alex was kept, she wasted no time in kissing her, sharing that taste that still lingered on her lips from Ruby’s earlier encounter. The taste of cum, of arousal, the hint of a sweet nectar that she had relished in. Ruby’s hands wandered Alex’s body, as if she, too, was feeling the desire rush through her greater than ever now.
“I know you want me,” she murmured, breathlessly, against Alex’s lips. “I know you do… Why don’t you let me make you feel just as good as I made her feel? As I made them all feel?” Because Ruby had developed something of a talent, even in so short a time…