Morning came through the broken door.
The mother was awake.
She had not slept. Her body was a map of dried fluids—cum crusted on her thighs, her anal sore and gaping, her pussy swollen, her mouth tasting of bitter seed. She lay on the cold stone where they had left her, her enormous tits pressed against the floor, her thick body trembling in the gray light.
The girl in the cage had her eyes open. Red. Puffy. She stared at her mother, her small hands white on the iron bars.
"Mother..." she whispered.
The mother tried to move. Her hips screamed. Everything between her legs was burning, raw, used. She managed to push herself to her knees, her thick ass rising, her heavy tits hanging low, the dark nipples brushing against the stone.
The sound came from outside.
Boots.
Multiple pairs. Heavy, careless, dragging against the street.
The girl's head snapped toward the broken door. Her eyes went wide.
"No..." she breathed.
The mother went rigid.
The door burst inward.
