Story Directory

Punishing the Bratty Girl

Clara did not care about rules. There’s no reason to. Her parents were filthy rich and the school paid more attention to the balance sheet of the annual donations than the student’s disciplinary qualities. When a fire broke out because of Clara’s irresponsible actions, the school had no choice but to send her for consultation like they always had. Only this time, the consultant had a knack for controlling minds.

Alien Breeding Program

Amanda was never an outdoor person. But when her boyfriend suggested they camp at a nearby forest, she relented. If only she knew the forest was an illegal breeding site for interstellar poachers. If only she knew she was to be a tentacle monster’s mate.

Dark Fortress Fantasy

You’ve just received an email informing you of a really “special” trip set up by your ex-husband. It is paramount that you read this email.

Roxy’s Indictment

It’s bad enough to steal. It’s pure stupidity to steal from a drug lord. Though stolen money is usually paid through blood, the drug lord has other plans for Roxy.

Impregnated by my Brother

Sister told her brother that he could fuck her if he makes it into the Ivy League. She was joking of course. But when her brother did manage to secure a place in one of those prestigious institutions, her brother made sure that she keep her promise. Even if it requires a little bit of rope.

Abducted, Bound

A woman meets a man at a bar after loosing her job and ends up becoming a fucktoy for eight men.

A Betting Romance

A small bet between two best friends, a kinky one night stand, and a Saint Andrew’s cross. Sex won’t get any better…or will it?


Don’t Mess with a Carpenter

Sheryl never thought that defaulting her carpenter’s payment would result in something much more than she was willing to give. But if cash was not on the table, there’s only one other way she could pay for the service. Whether she liked it or not.

Mr. Mysterious

A virgin was kidnapped by a stranger, whom planned to teach her a bit or two about sex…thoroughly and intimately. There’s a problem though. She liked it.

On Hiatus

My Christmas Present

A good old jolly train set? A brand new phone? A gaming console? None of the above. It’s a live tentacle monster in a box. What a magical surprise indeed.

Dracula’s Revenge

How does a critically endangered species such as Dracula fight off extinction? Through procreation of course. But who would willing let a blood sucking monster get into her pants? No one. But that’s not going to stop the lord of the Vampires now, is it?

A Certain Scientific Study

A secret laboratory is conducting human experimentation by deliberately putting a woman into the same cell with a peculiar slime creature. The scientists hope to achieve successful impregnation to help the creature procreate.

The Forest Spirit

An ancient forest spirit taken the form of an old oak tree defiled a young captured woman with its tendrils and tentacle-branch limbs.

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A Birthday Present for The Wife

When I heard the door bell rang, I jumped up from the couch with excitement. Today was my birthday and I knew my husband had prepared a present for me. He had been secretly typing away in his computer for the last two weeks when he thought I was sleeping. I tried to hack into his computer and hoped to find some revelations, only to be disappointed that his password was not the same anymore. I had been bugging him ever since but he kept his mouth zipped.

“So?” I asked cryptically when I opened the door.

“So?” he mimicked my tone and a sly smirk formed on his lips.

“Oh come on. You have to tell me what it is?” I pouted. “It’s my birthday. I deserve to know.”

He stepped through the doorway, closed the door behind him, and then pressed me up against the wall with his lips on mine. I inhaled the woody scent of his cologne as we tasted each other. My pussy quivered in excitement; the heat of arousal brewed between my legs. He pulled away and then planted a possessive kiss right on my forehead.

“Impatient little minx. You will know soon enough.” he reprimanded lightly and then gave my ass a light swat.

“It better be a good one.” I huffed.

“It will be nothing like before. I promise.” he smiled and then ushered me into our room.

We stripped each other and went into the shower. We made out a little bit before I started washing him. Once he was thoroughly shampooed, I paid a little extra attention on his cock, just a little, he did the same for me. After that, we washed ourselves clean and then changed into our dinner night outfit.

It was always the same at every special occasion. Anniversary. Valentine’s day. Christmas. His birthday. My birthday. We would go out and spend a little extra on dinner to indulge ourselves. Tonight, we planned to go to the Palace of Versailles. Not the real one in France, of course. It’s a luxurious restaurant by the same name that opened up not long ago a few blocks away from where we stayed.

“Shall we?” he held out his hand and I took it.

“Can’t you tell me already? I’m dying to know.”

“Patience, my little kitty.” he teased and I scrunched my nose at him.

He really wasn’t going to divulge what he had planned. Which made me all the more hot and bothered. The last time I had my birthday, he took me to a hotel, tied me to the balcony, and fucked me senseless over the rails. It was extremely hot and I still kind of missed the cold wind blowing through my naked body while being fucked.

And before that, he had taken me to his office during the night and made me ride his cock at the middle of the fucking meeting table. I vaguely remembered that the next day was the board meeting with the directors. It’s a kind of kink for me and he knew it since the day we dated each other. Every time I had my birthday, he would plan something kinky for me. I knew it. That’s why I was hot and bothered not knowing what’s to come.

But I couldn’t blame him for not telling. Anticipation was half the fun, after all. I had done the same to him during his last birthday. I paid an unannounced visit to him during office hour and blew his cock while he was having a webcam meeting with some investors from Japan. Granted, it was very awkward to suck a cock under the table but it was still hot as hell.He came all over my face during the final drafting of the contract with the investors.

And two years back, when the business he created was finally listed and publicly traded, I did something for him to commemorate his success. I hired Sam, an eighteen year old college student trying to earn a quick buck over Craig’s list, to double team my husband with me. I remembered how much he had liked it when the girl and I both lapped his hot throbbing cock like it was some cold summer snack. I even liked it myself watching the young girl riding my husband’s cock as if her life depended on it. There’s something hot about watching another woman enjoying my husband’s advances and I still hadn’t really got over it. It was a shame that she had a boyfriend and wished to stay faithful to him or else I would have hired her again.

Our lives had always been kinky. That’s what we loved about each other. We never let any moral obligations to get in the way of our darkest desires. We would do whatever it takes to satisfy every sexual tropes that we so desired. That’s how we showed our appreciation for one another. Call me weird but I would never want to have it any other way.

We finally reached the restaurant. My husband opened the door for me and then passed the keys to the valet. The restaurant was packed as expected. It was the weekends and it was almost impossible to get a seat here without prior bookings.

A concierge approached us as soon as we stepped into the establishment. My husband gave his name and the impeccably dressed man clicked away into his tablet. He nodded when he found my husband’s name on the list and professionally guided us to a small room that could comfortably sit four people. My husband, gentleman as ever, pulled out the chair for me before taking his seat.

He then fired off a quick succession of items, including a very fancy sounding wine, at the waiter. The waiter nodded mindfully, as if he remembered everything that had been said, and I was quite surprised that he actually caught what my husband said. I was already lost at the fifth word. The waiter, after receiving the orders, left the room.

“So, Mr. Crick. ” I licked my lips playfully while rubbing my shin against his leg. “Care to spill the secret now.”

“Why Mrs. Crick, aren’t you as impatient as ever.” he teased.

“If I blow you here, will you tell me?” I offered with a coy smile.

“I won’t tell even if you ride me.” he countered.

“Such secrecy.” I sighed.

The waiter came back in with a bottle of wine. He uncorked the bottle and poured a little into a wine glass for my husband to taste. My husband nodded and the waiter placed the bottle into a bucket of ice. As he was about to leave, I asked the waiter how long would it take for the first item to be served. He didn’t seem too happy that I had asked as he probably thought we were rushing.

“Ten minutes, madame.” he reluctantly said.

“Can you make it to fifteen minutes?” I asked and the waiter looked at me funny. “I have matter to discuss with my husband and we don’t wish to be disturbed then.”

“Very well madame.” the waiter nodded and then left the room.

“Matter to discuss?” my husband raised a brow.

“Yes. I’m just wondering if you really won’t tell me even if I blow you.” I said and then moved under the table.

“Are you testing my resilience, Mrs. Crick?” he chuckled.

“Yes I am.” I reached out to his pants and undid his zipper.

He was already rock hard when I pulled his briefs down. His cock sprang out and stood at attention. I looked at the meat in front of me. My meat. Without any hesitation, I planted a big wet kiss onto the tip of his cock. My tongue slid out and tasted the bead of pre-cum leaking out of him.

“Emm. Mr. Crick, you sure you don’t want to tell me?” I asked breathily while stroking his length.

“Mrs. Crick, you need to do better than that to get the words out of me.” he taunted.

I chuckled at his playfulness. Not wanting to lose, I angled his cock to my lips and I eased it slowly into my mouth. The friction of my soft lips against his hard cock caused him to shiver. When I pulled out, he let out a satisfied moan.

“Want to tell me now?” I asked again, my hand still stroking his now slick cock.

“Why Mrs. Crick? Tired already?”

“Stubborn boy.” I scolded and slid his cock back inside my mouth. My tongue slithered around him, tasting and feeling every inch of his skin. My hand, still grabbing the base of his cock, continued to stroke. Then, I bobbed my head up and down, up and down until I felt his thigh tensed up. I pulled it out and proceeded with licking his balls. My fingers remained diligent with the strokes.

“Want to come?” I asked. His cock was obviously troubled and in need of a quick release. “Just tell me and I’ll let you come.”

“Not in a million years, sweetheart.” he said confidently. But still, I hadn’t missed the regret in his tone.

“You really aren’t going to tell me?” I pouted as I stroked harder and faster along his shaft.

“No.” he growled, obviously close to a release.

“Really really?” I asked. My hand moved even faster. The sound of wet skin rubbing wet skin permeated the otherwise quiet room.

“Ugh…No.” he exhaled shakily.

“Fine then.” my hand stopped abruptly. His cock twitched violently at the sudden lost of stimulation. He let out a low unsatisfied groan. His hand urgently came to resume the stimulation but I secured his cock with both hands.

“Oh no you don’t.” I teased. “You don’t get to come without telling me.”

“Oh God, Mrs. Crick. You sure drive a hard bargain.” he protested.

“Tell me now and I will let you come.” I tested him once more. His twitching cock still hard and hot in my grasp.

“I’d rather not tell you.” he laughed.

“Fine then. Suit yourself.” I grumbled and tucked his hard cock back into his briefs. I pulled up his zipper and then came back out of the table. There’s a smug smile on his face. Obviously, he had won this round and I had lost my bargaining chip. I sat down on my seat in defeat and I was still a little pissed at not getting him to talk. I wiped my lips with a kleenex and then put on a new layer of lipstick.

“Having fun?” he teased.

“Not really.” I folded my arms and glared at him.

“I suppose not.” he laughed. “Oh, and by the way, you are going to pay for this tonight.” he pointed at his cock.

Right on time, the waiter came in with the first item. It was some light appetizer consisted of scallops, cheese, and vegetables. Then came the soup of the day, which was chicken mushroom with truffle toppings. The main course was duck breast bathed in sweet sauce.

As we ate, we talked about his work and about my day at home. There’s not much to talk, actually. But it was moments like these that really allowed me to understand what his work. I did casually ask loaded questions from time to time so that he might accidentally say out what he had planned. But he was too smart to fall for that and by the time we had taken our dessert, I still had no clue of what my present would be. I knew it was something kinky. It had to be. But I had no idea what.

“So, are you going to tell me or what?” I grumbled when we walked out of the restaurant. I had already given up in trying to make him talk.

“Your present?” he waggled his eyes.

“Yes. I want to know.” I demanded.

“You will know very soon my dear.” he grinned. “I’m taking you there now.”

Chapter 2

The house was unremarkable. Just like every other houses in the neighborhood. It reminded me of my parents house. Picket fences and lawns, paved curb and well trimmed shrubs. It was just your average neighborhood residence and a colossal difference compared to the penthouse that we stayed in.

“A house?” I cocked my head. “My present is a house?” I was shocked to say the least. Why would my husband buy me a house? We were already staying together in the penthouse. Was he trying to kick me out? Or something had gone terribly wrong with his business and that our once high class loft was to be downgraded to this. Not that I cared about the money but a downgrade like this was sure to be a huge blow on his pride as a man, especially on the day of my birthday.

“I love watching you getting all worried.” he pressed a finger on my forehead. “Your present isn’t the house, my dear. Your present is inside the house.”

He brought me up to the door and then unlocked it with a physical key. All we used at the penthouse was our thumbprints or the password that only we knew. I hadn’t seen a key like this for a very long time.

“What’s in the house?” I couldn’t help but to ask.

“You will soon find out.” he opened the door and then ushered me in.

As soon as I stepped in, I saw a flight of stairs in front of me. Obviously, if my parents house were of any guide, the upstairs would be the bedrooms. I walked along the hallway, not bothering to go up the stairs, and turned around the corner to find the living room.

My jaw dropped when I saw what was before my eyes. There’s a large bed at the center with black rails. I didn’t missed the leather cuffs and metal chains at each bedpost. There’s also a black bench at one end with metal shackles built onto it. On one of the wall, there’s a large tool panel, but instead of hammers and drills, it was covered with whips and cans and other sadistic implementations.

“What’s this?” I asked nervously.

“Your present.”

A shiver went down my spine. A flash of memory came back to me. I had told my husband that I would like to try out roleplay and that I would want to be forced to do something really kinky. Actually, I had told my husband pretty much a lot of kinky stuff that I would like to try out.

But still, I really hadn’t expected this. I stepped back in a little fear, and slammed my back onto my husband. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the back of my head.

“What do you think?” he whispered into my ear with a salacious tone.

“Um…” I swallowed. I was at a lost for words. My stomach clenched at the lewd thought of being restrained, yet a big part of me didn’t want to try it out. It would have been too much.

“Strip.” I heard my husband growled.

“What?” I shivered in fear at his blatant command.

“Strip now or I’m going to tear your clothes off.”

My knees weakened and my pussy stirred. Something with his voice made me shivered with needs. But still, I had never taken a command from my husband. The rebellious part of me began to take hold and I started to struggle.

“Why Mrs. Crick, you want to play?” his voice was cold. There’s no sweet warmth that usually accompanied the words that left his lips.

“Let me go you prick.” I blurted before I realized I had just called him a prick.

“You sure are a feisty one.” he growled and began unzipping my dress.

“Stop it.” I protested while trying to get away from him. His arm held tightly around my waist and kept me in place.

When he finally had the zip all the way down, he shoved the parted garment over my shoulders and arms. That was when I managed to turn around and gave him a slap. A slap that came so naturally that it shocked me.

“I’m sorry.” I quickly said only to realize my husband hadn’t minded the slap at all. In fact, he seemed to like it as a sinister grin formed on his lips.

My heart began to race. My blood pumped in my ears. Was it fear? Or was it excitement? I couldn’t tell. But what I did know was that I needed to get away from my husband.

But my petite frame of 5’5″ was no match to him. He grabbed the bunched up dress by my waist and slid it down to my ankles. In the chaos of things, I had tried to step back only to be tripped over by my dress. My ass landed on the solid floor with a sickening thud.

“Ouch.” I groaned whilst rubbing at the ache. I thought my husband would have been concerned but instead he remained cold and distant. He stepped forward with a sick grin on his face. I scuttled backward trying to get away from him. He took yet another step and I moved further back.

Then, I found myself trapped at the corner of the living room. My husband was looming over me, his huge body shadowed my small stature. A drip of wetness slipped out of my pussy. It wasn’t pee. I knew that much.

“Your cunt’s wet.” he observed the wetspot on my panties.

“I’m not.” I denied.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” he remarked pointedly.

He bent down and lifted me off onto his shoulders as if I was a lightly packed duffel bag.

“Let me go.” I yelled while pounding my fists onto his back. He simply laughed and swatted my ass. I jerked at the harsh abuse and slammed my fists harder in retaliation.

He dropped me onto the bench with my back facing down. I tried to push him away but he was simply too strong. He straddled me by my waist to keep me in place. My hand went in for another slap only to be caught. I tried to slap him with my other hand, only to have it met with the same fate. He moved my hands and positioned them between the opened cuffs. With a little nudged, the cuffs snapped shut around my wrists, locking my hands above my head.

He removed himself from me and then went on to shackle my legs as well. I had kicked but on both attempts, he caught my ankle one after another and locked both of them into place. Once he had done that, he stood back to marvel at his handy work.

“Let me go!” I shouted defiantly as I struggled against the restraints.

“You sure are noisy.” the planted a wet kiss onto my cheek. I immediately leaned towards his face and hoped to chomp out that smug smile off. He jerked backwards, narrowly avoiding my teeth. “Feisty.”

He went towards the tool panel and grabbed something of it. When he came back, he held up a large ring with a strip of leather belt on each side. “Open your mouth.” he ordered.

“Fuck you.” I spat angrily. Not that I was actually angry but it seemed to be the right thing to do at that moment.

He smiled and then grabbed me by my cheeks. His fingers dug painfully into my flesh and reluctantly, I opened up. He slipped the ring in to the back of my teeth and then fastened the belt to hold it in place. When he was done, my mouth couldn’t close anymore, giving my face a permanently gaping hole. I tried to say something only to have the words poured out of my mouth in an incoherent slur.

“Now, where were we?” he rubbed his fingers on his chin. “Ah, yes. Let’s see how wet you’ve been.”

He slid his hand into my panties. His finger curled up and plunged knuckle deep into my moist crevice. He let out an appreciative moan.

“You are really wet, my dear.” he remarked.

I blushed into a crimson. Despite putting up a furious fight, I hadn’t noticed that my body had reacted lewdly towards the whole ordeal. I tried to clamp my legs shut only to be stopped by the bench between my legs.

His finger continued to explore further down, drawing out more juice from me. While he fingered me, his eyes scanned every inch of my exposed skin as if it was the first time he saw me half-naked. It had made me feel incredibly hot and disturbed.

He pulled the finger out of my pussy and showed the slickness that clung onto his digit. Gradually, he placed the finger into my mouth and rubbed it against my tongue. I had tried to avoid it, but his finger followed where my tongue go. Reluctantly, I began licking my own arousal off his finger.

“Good girl.” he praised. “Now, let’s start.”

My heart fluttered as anticipation fell upon me. What had he planned? Whipping? Caning? Clit torture? I hadn’t had any idea until he suddenly called out to someone by the name Samantha.

I frowned. Who the hell is Samantha?

“What took you so long, Mr. Crick?” a familiar voice protested. I bent my head forward and there she was, the eighteen year old girl that I once hired for sex, walked down the stairs and came into the living room. She was way more beautiful than I remebered. Not to mention that she was wearing only a loose t-shirt and a skimpily short denim pants.

“My wife wasn’t as willing as I had expected.” my husband said as he held out his arm. The girl sauntered into his embraced and then planted a deep long kiss on his lips as if they had been in love for a very long time.

A pang of jealousy hit me and my heart cringed. I bit onto the ring furiously as I glared at the adulteress with a murderous glare. I struggled with the restraints once again, hoping to break loose so that I could strangle that bitch. Who the hell was she, kissing my husband in such intimate ways. The girl looked at me with a smug grin and then turned back to my husband.

“I’ve been waiting so long upstairs.” she sulked. “And if you hadn’t called out, I would be touching myself right now.”

“Sorry about the wait. You must be really wet now.”

“Well.” the girl blushed a little. “Not as wet as this slut.”

Something violent broke loose inside me. I wished I hadn’t been tied up so that I could scratch that bitch’s face. I turned to my husband and gave him the look. The look that conveyed ‘What the fuck’. It was my birthday, how could he tie me up and cheat on my birthday. The bastard’s lips curled to a grin.

“Maybe I can make you as wet as her.” my husband said before kissing the girl right before my eyes. Jealousy rippled through my body and every inch of my skin prickled with fury. My muscles tensed, aching to punch the two in the face. But yet, deep down, something carnal began to stir. I looked away, not wanting the sickening feeling to bubble up. I couldn’t be aroused by watching my husband kissing another woman.

“I think I’m already as wet as her.” I heard the girl moaned. “I need your cock right in my pussy now.”

My pussy clenched deliciously at those words. My heart began to flutter as my stomach felt weighted by a more familiar, more welcomed sensation. I shook my head furiously and hoped to drive out the ludicrous feeling out of my system. There’s no way I could be aroused.

“Take off your pants, Sam.” I heard my husband said. I turned to him with disbelief. Was he really going to fuck her in front of me? Not that I hadn’t already seen that before but still, I wasn’t tied that time and I didn’t want to miss out on the action as well.

I watched in horror as Samantha slid her pants down and revealed a very pink and very young cunt. Her cunt was already wet and I noticed a trail of wetness going along her thigh. She wasn’t lying when she said she was wet.

“Which hole do you want to fuck first, Mr. Crick?” she asked coyly.

“Which hole needs my cock more?” my husband went to the young girl and gave her a light kiss.

“I think both of my holes want your cock as much as the other.”

“Well, I’m sure we have time for both.” he looked at his watch momentarily. “But first, I need to get my cock wet.”

With that said, he turned around and grabbed a fistful of my auburn hair. With a jerk, he pulled my face to his groin, his cock sliding in effortlessly into my mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He usually would pull back when he heard me gag, but this time, he held his cock in place.

My tongue slithered on the underside of his cock. I wasn’t trying to lick him. I was trying to push him out of me. But without much of a choice, my mouth was repeatedly plundered by my husband’s hard cock. After a while, he pulled back. A thick layer of my saliva now covered his entire length.

I was so engrossed by the forceful fellatio that I hadn’t noticed the young girl had already assumed a lewd position over my face. She had straddled the bench, her moist pussy hovering only a few inches from my face. She placed her hands onto her ass cheeks and parted the voluptuous flesh apart. Her pussy gaped, revealing a very wet, very slick opening, ready to receive a cock. My husband cock.

My eyes widened at the sight of my husband’s cock pressing against those young nubile lips. The lips parted, and then enveloped the huge tip of the cock. Inch by inch, I watched his throbbing cock sank deeper and deeper into Samantha.

“Emm…Mr. Crick. Your cock feels so good.” The young girl moaned pleasurably.

I sucked in a breath. A flame burned intensely between my parted legs. The subtle wetness of my panties told me just how wet I had been just by watching this unfold. I was aroused by the sight of my husband fucking another woman.

“Mr. Crick. Fuck me please.” the girl pleaded.

My husband obliged by pulling his cock out and then rammed it back in hard and fast. The shaft of his manhood slid in between the lips like hot knife through butter. I watched with amazement at the young cunt taking my husband’s fully length. Her lips were even drawn out at each pull, as if her cunt hadn’t wanted to let go of my husband’s cock.

Glistening beads of her cunt juice mixed with my saliva clung onto her pussy lips. At each hard thrust, the beads lengthened, getting closer to the opening beneath it. My gaping mouth. I watched in both horror and excitement as one was jolted loose and fell onto the tip of my tongue. It had tasted salty and a little sweet. Suddenly, I wished more of it would drop in.

And indeed it had. The sloppy action above drew more and more juice out of the young girl’s pussy and each bead landed inside my mouth without a single miss. I had savored the taste, despite I knew I shouldn’t. My pussy felt like it was as wet, if not wetter, than the leaky hole above me.

Suddenly, the cock retreated entirely out of the pussy. It happened so quickly the pussy hadn’t had enough time to close back. Then, without missing a beat, the cock plundered balls deep into Samantha’s asshole.

It was hard and fast and dirty. Creamy white mess began to accumulate around the base of my husband’s cock. Samantha squealed and panted with delight at each hard thrust and it made me very jealous that the cock was in her and not me. But it also made me really really wet that I couldn’t help but wanting to touch myself.

“Sit on her face, Sam.” my husband commanded. The cunt above me immediately came down onto my face. The wet lips gave way and my nose snuggled firmly inside her still wet, still musky hole. I didn’t know why, but I stuck out my tongue and tasted the young girl’s clit while taking a deep whiff of her gaping cunt. At each hard thrust, the young pussy slid back and forth along my face.

“Do you like it, Mrs. Crick?” the girl teased and suddenly, I felt a finger running along the crevice of my sex. I quivered at the sudden contact, as if my body had just been given an electric shock. The girl pulled my panties to the side, no doubt seeing the wetness that had formed there, plunged two fingers inside me.

I groaned and my eyes rolled back at the heavenly stimulation. Her fingers even curled periodically, creating sweet sweet friction on my g-spot. Then, I felt my pussy parted, and a warm breath caressed over my clit. As if being thrown out of a plane, my body jolted with pleasure. Samantha was suckling on my clit.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.” I heard my husband growled.

“Oh yes. Oh yes. Cum inside me Mr. Crick.” Samantha pleaded.

The pace became quickly. The cock above me slid in and out of the girl’s ass faster and harder. My husband’s balls quivered a little and after a series of powerful thrust, I watched his length twitched.

“Oh yes. Come inside me. Give it to me.” Samantha sighed. Her fingers moved furiously between my legs and before I knew it, a huge wave of orgasm crashed over my body and I shuddered relentlessly against the restraints. A gush of liquid coursed through my urethra and then sputtered out of my fingered cunt explosively.

“That feels so good.” I heard Samantha cooed. Her fingers still sliding in and out of me sedately, as if she had forgotten what she’s doing.

“I’m glad you liked it.” my husband said. “Let’s dress up now, we hadn’t got much time.”

“But I’m tired.” Samantha sulked.

“Sam. Get up now or I’ll tie you up as well.” my husband warned softly.

“You are such a sadist.” the young girl bounced up from my face, leaving a large wet stain all over me. Her musky scent still lingered as I took in a lung full of fresh air. The epic orgasm had left me breathy and jittery all over and I would really like to be let out now. I looked at my husband expectantly, signalling him that I needed to be released, that I knew it was just a ruse, that this was indeed a very kinky birthday present that I had hoped for. I even wanted to give him a kiss to have given me such a convincing setup.

“Oh darling.” he smiled at me. It was still the same cold smile, devoid of warmth. “It’s not over yet. This is only the beginning.” he planted a kiss on my sweaty forehead.

What’s he talking about? I asked inwardly.

He seemed to know what I was thinking. He pulled up his pants and tucked his already limp cock away. Then, he chuckled. “I know how much you love me and I want you to indulge in your fantasy as much as possible.”

“I know you secretly wanted to be a cuckqueen. Those stories that you’ve read, those porn sites you’ve visited, the domination, the gangbangs, the humiliation. I know everything about them.”

A shiver ran down my spine. How could he know? I had made sure every last history of the debauch website I visited was deleted. He smirked, as if he read my mind.

“Our house computer was wired to my office computer, darling. I can see what you see. And you’ve been seeing a lot of it, haven’t you?” he tenderly ran his hand along my scalp.

I blushed. My cover had been blown.

“Mr. Crick, they are here.” Samantha announced chirpily. She looked at me with a sense of envy, as if what I was about to experience was the greatest thing of my life.

“Good. Tell them we’ll be out soon.”


Who the hell are ‘them’?

“Don’t worry. They are very professional.” he said cryptically as if it had made total sense.

Samantha bounced back in to the living room with a big smile plastered on her face. “I told them to wait.”

“Good. Put on your pants. We are going now.” he told Samantha.

“Wait. I need to do one more thing.” the young girl sauntered her way to me. Then, she straddled my face. She parted her ass cheek like she had done before. I watched with unexplained excitement when the white seed of my husband oozed out of her puckered asshole. The creamy sludge fell straight into my still opened mouth. A burst of weird flavors filled my mouth. My stomach quivered delightedly at the helpless state of my body as I was forced to eat the jizz out of another woman’s ass. Is this how it feels to be a submissive?

I swallowed the warm goop down and then sighed with a strange satisfaction. Is this really me, I asked myself. The woman who felt sexually aroused watching her husband fornicating with another woman.

I watched my husband’s receding back, the girl was walking along side of him, and then the two disappeared into the corner. The door opened.

“Mr. Crick. Good day.” I heard a man said.

“Good day Jonathan. I hope you have everything covered?” my husband asked. “I don’t want my wife to be disappointed.”

“Not to worry, Mr. Crick. We aren’t charging you a million dollar if we can’t pull it off.”

“I shall put her in your capable hands then. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” my husband said. There’s some shuffling sound, then heavy footsteps, the sound of boots thumping hard on the floor.

My eyes widened in horror as I watched a throng of men, some half a dozen of them, walked in to the living room. All of them were very well-built, very muscular and bulky. All of them were wearing military boots, cargo pants and a tight t-shirt that did little to cover the bulges of their muscular form. Each of them had a duffel bag with them. Two of them were carrying a large metal box as well.

“That’s the slut?” one of them asked. I felt a sense of thrill at the rude moniker. I had never been called a slut, at least not directly face to face, but for some reason I didn’t hate hearing that word.

“Yeah. That’s her.” Another said.

“She’s a little small than she was in the picture. Can she take all of us?” said the bald black man.

“She ain’t going anywhere till she does.” the one with the golden hair smirked. He dropped his duffel bag and came up to me as he unbuckled his belt. As soon as his pants dropped away, he positioned himself between my legs. With a finger, he pulled my panties to the side, revealing my very eager hole. “Happy birthday, cupcakes.” His hips propelled forward. My wet pussy parted, stretched and inhaled the massive cock all the way in.

My hair was yanked and my head tilted backwards. My eyes fell onto a throbbing cock right in front of me. Within a blink of an eye, the cock disappeared into my gaping mouth and began fucking my throat. My bra shredded away by brute strength and the cold air bit the swell of my breasts. A mouth quickly cupped over my nipple while my other breast was being kneaded. I closed my eyes shut as I savored the welcoming sensation, the rough pounding of my cunt, the relentless plundering of my mouth and the abused done to my nipples and breasts. Soon, the promise of release came rushing back to me and not long, I quivered into a very messy, very wet and explosive orgasm.


My blurry vision fell onto a figure standing poise in front of me. As I blinked, the image became crisper and clearer. Then, the figure slowly took the form of my husband. He was watching me with an amused look on his face.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He whispered as he leaned down to kiss my head. “How are you feeling?”

“Used.” I groaned at the ache between my legs. I leaned up and saw that I was no longer on the bench. Instead, I was on the king size bed with my legs tied to the opposite bedpost. My hands were bound to the upper bedposts, forcing my body into a spread eagle. “When did you come?”

“Just a while ago. It’s eight in the morning now.” He said while looking at his watch.

“I see.” I felt a pang of disappointment looming over me. I wished he wouldn’t be here so early and spare me another couple of hours to fill up my fantasy. “Is it over?”

“Do you want it to be over?” he cocked an eye questioningly.

“No. Not really.” I said honestly. Being bounded and fucked by six men was terrifying, that much was certain, but it was also invigoratingly exciting, as if it had filled up a part of my life that I didn’t know existed.

“Good.” My husband climbed onto the bed and lied on top of me. His trapped cock pressed against the mount of my sex, causing me to yelp in discomfort. “I’m glad you really enjoyed it.”

“I did. Thanks.”

“You are welcome, darling.” He rocked his hips and the hard form of his cock molded onto me. “I need to get to the airport now.”

“What? Where are you going?”

“Japan. Samantha has just agreed to marry me. And we are going for our honeymoon.”

“What?” I snapped and tried to sit up only to realize that my limbs were still bound.

“Oh darling, why are you so shocked? Last I know, you are into being a cuckqueen, aren’t you?” The way he said out my secret fetish sent a thrill down my spine as I contemplated with the situation. “And by the way, this is as close as my cock will ever get to your dirty whore cunt.”

I watched him in utter shock as he removed himself from my naked body. He straightened out his shirt and then put on his jacket. “Samantha will be moving into our penthouse. We plan to make a few babies too. You can stay with us if you want but you will have to sleep in the maid’s room.”

My heart began to flutter and my body grew warmer. I had thought it was anger of being betrayed that was creeping into my being. But it wasn’t. It was something else. Something more carnal. Something that had turned my pussy into a leaking hole eager to be filled. I writhed on the bed as I struggled to wrap everything around my confused head.

“I will see you in two weeks.”

“T-two weeks?” I stammered.

“Yes, darling. Don’t worry, the men will take good care of you while I’m fucking Samantha bare in Japan.” He said. As he turned and was about to leave, Tim, one of the men who fucked me hard yesterday, came down the stairs.

“Morning Mr. Crick.” Tim said.

“Morning. Where’s Jonathan?”

“Out to find more hire. Your wife’s really something. Boss plans to get three more in to keep her well fucked.”

“Good. Tell him I said hi.” My husband nodded and then left the house.

Tim then climbed up onto the bed and straddled my waist. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive hard-on. He spat on his cock to lube it up. “Are you ready cupcake?”

I looked at Tim’s handsome face, his young features and tight form of his abs. My lips dried with excitement. My heart pounded in the ribcage at the sudden and new development. My husband was going to marry Samantha. They were having honeymoon in Japan. My husband’s planning to knock her up. Samantha’s going to live in my penthouse and sleep in my side of bed.

I cracked a lazy smile at Tim and raised my hips towards him. My wet eager cunt parted, ready to receive his cock. Tim rocked forward and my cuckhold pussy took the first of many cocks in with sweet delight. This was perhaps the greatest present of all time.

Epilogue 2

Dear Mr. Crick,

We are pleased to inform you that your order has been processed. We have assigned contractors to come and take a look of the room you wish to refurbish. The design of the room, as suggested by you, will be BDSM themed and all necessary equipment and furniture will be tailored to the exact specifications as stated in our previous agreement.

Thank you.

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Revenge on The Abusive Husband


Brenda, sporting a bruised eye, disheveled hair, and a cracked lip sat on the couch in morbid silence. Her body was trembling, the aches on her limbs and chest were grim reminders of the abuse she had endured barely an hour ago. The barely healed lacerations scattered over her otherwise pale smooth skin was a testament of the beating she suffered for months.

The warmly lit contemporaneously decorated living room, in another time, perhaps would have been a lovely place for a long overdue reunion with her best friend, Clara mused. She walked back to her best friend and settled a tray containing a filled teapot and two matching cups.

“Here you go.” Clara settled the filled cup onto a small plate before serving it to her friend.

“Th-thanks.” the woman choked. Clara watched the elegant China rattled unnervingly in her friend’s hands.

Questions flooded her mind immediately. What had happened to her friend? Why was she covered in bruises and lacerations? Clara recalled meeting up with her friend just half a year ago and she looked stunningly vibrant. A study of complete contrast with the current form sitting beside her.

“I don’t mean to pry or anything, but what happened to you?” Clara asked.

“I…uh…I just…” Brenda clammed up as if Clara’s question had brought back some nightmares. She noticed the tear forming at the corner of her friend’s eyes.

“Did your husband…did this?” she said grimly. When she saw the disheveled woman standing at her doorstep looking imploringly at her, Clara already had some guesses. Her best friend was married and the incriminating fact that she was here instead being at home could only mean one thing. Domestic violence.

“Emm…” Her friend hesitated for a moment and then nodded her head in defeat.

“We have to report this.” Clara hissed angrily and stood up.

“No!” her friend snapped and clutched at her hand.

“Brenda, your husband has just beaten you into a pulp.” she remarked with disgust.

“No. Please don’t go to the authority.”

“Why not?” Clara snapped in disbelief.

“Just don’t. Please. I beg you.” The last three words made Clara sick to the pit of her stomach. Why would she need to beg? What really happened? Questions that Clara knew her friend wouldn’t be answering, at least not when she’s looking like she’s about to cry. Reluctantly, Clara sat back down and sipped her warm tea to quench a burning fire in her heart.

“Thanks.” her friend sighed and then stared into her own tea cup. “C-can I st…”

“Of course you can.” Clara interjected before the question was even finished. “You can stay as long as you want.”

“You are the bestest friend.” two rivulet ran down her friend’s cheek. Clara felt her heart clenched at the solemn sight, settled both her friend’s cup and her own onto the coffee table, and pulled her friend into a hug. The woman began to sob and her body shuddered sporadically. Oh, what really happened to have cause such dismay to this woman…Clara itched to know.

A month later, a call came from the hospital informing Clara that her best friend was admitted. She drove across two states in her Lamborghini corvette as fast as she could, bordering the interstate highway speed limit. Once she reached, she searched for someone to explain things to her.

The doctor in charge of Brenda was reluctant to divulge any information at first, due to the non-existent blood relationship, but when Clara explained that she was listed in the patient’s emergency contact, the doctor relented. The attending doctor informed her that her friend was in a coma. Apparently, as described by the local police that responded to the emergency call and an eye witness testimony, Brenda had just jumped from the third floor of her house. The concussion from the fall had ruptured a blood vessel in her brain, which led to a stroke-induced coma.

“What about the husband? Is he here?” Clara asked through gritting teeth.

“He was here a moment ago. He informed us that her wife has been acting strange and always have bruises all over her body. We believe it may be a serious case of schizophrenia and persistent self-harm, but we’ll never know for sure until she wakes up. We’ve also found that she was a meth user.” the doctor informed impassively. Clara’s fists were clenched. Whatever the husband had told the doctor, Clara knew it wasn’t true. There’s no way Brenda was schizophrenic. Or a meth user.

After the doctor left the room, Clara was finally alone with her best friend. She found a chair by the bedside and took a spot that was not occupied by the various medical instrument vital for her friend’s survival. She grabbed her hand and held onto her forehead.

“Why would you do such a thing?” she sobbed. Tears trickled down from her eyes.

There was no response. Of course there’s none. Her friend was in a coma. Perhaps, as the doctor informed, she might even be brain dead in another few days if she doesn’t wake up. A month ago, she had come to stay with Clara for a few days. She almost seemed happier staying with her. She shouldn’t have let her go back. Anger surged into her like raging fiery chariot. Her red and swollen eyes were brimming with vendetta.

Although she had vouched to herself to never look into the mind of her best friend, she knew it was the only choice to find out the answers to the questions she had. Questions such as why had her friend tried to kill herself and why did she not report her abusive husband. Questions, if answered, that would give verdict to the vengeance her husband so deserved.

The room temperature began to drop. If anyone was in the room, he or she would notice the sudden chill and the skin-crawling eeriness reverberating within the four walls. Clara’s eyes began to glow into a brilliant blue. Clutching her friend’s hand tighter, the blue-eyed witch spout out several lines of what sounded like old Latin. The ancient script linked the two souls together and as soon as the connection was made, the memory of her friend came flooding through. Visions flashed over the witch’s eyes. The obscure became clear. The unknown became knowledge. Questions were given their answers. She finally knew why.

The verdict was decided and vengeance shall be delivered.

Chapter 1

George sniggered as he sipped at the glass of fine whiskey he had saved for this day. It was a shame that a nosy jogger saw her jumping off and the bitch did not die as planned. But the doctor’s skepticism of her ever waking up was enough for him to pull out the celebratory drink prematurely. After all, all he had to do now was to wait for a couple of weeks. When the doctor finally come to him with a agreement of termination of the patient, he would be more than willing to sign.

With her parents killed in a skydiving ‘accident’ three years ago, the only obstacle between him and the four hundred million dollar worth of stock asset and land properties was his fucking wife. With her out of the picture, the money would go to the next of kin, yours truly. It was a well thought out plan. Hell, he had been planning this ever since the first day he flirted with her. The bitch thought it was love at first sight. How pathetic.

He let out a low growl of excitement as he looked around him. The large house and its luxurious content, the fine arts and original paintings, the Victorian furnishing…  all of these, he said to himself, would soon be his. He could already imagine himself swimming in a pile of cash once he sold all of these rubbish.

A chime of the doorbell distracted his shameless gloating and he rolled his eyes. Fucking cops, he thought. How many questions must they be asking? Well, he couldn’t stop being the distraught husband who would do anything to help his wife now, could he? After all, he certainly didn’t need any suspicion from the cops. It would be disastrous to him if the cops decided that foul-play was involved and raised the case for a possible homicide. Disgruntled, he climbed out of the couch and lumbered to the door. Putting up a sad stricken face, he opened the door. When he saw who was on the other side, his veneer of sadness almost fell apart. It was Brenda’s hot blonde friend.

“George Black.” she sounded angry. Of course she would. Her best friend had just tried to kill herself. Any good friend would blame the husband for not doing anything to stop it. If only she knew half the things he had planned. He mused inwardly.

“Hi, Clara. Long time no see.” he used his best distraught husband voice. God, he should be winning an Oscar for this.

“May I come in? I want to talk to you.” the woman snapped.

With a sunken head, he let out a convincing sigh of helplessness and nodded. After five years of putting on the acts, he was really good at this. To any observer, he was the saddest son of the bitch on earth.

Once they were inside the confines of the large house, George did the courtesy of pouring Clara a drink. The idea of Clara getting drunk and then out of the grief for her best friend fucked him on his couch were certainly not foreign to him. This woman was sex on legs. Her face was more beautiful than average, more than the stupid wife of his. Her curves, well, those filled out her blouse and pencil skirt really nicely. He could imagine having his hands on her tits while she bounced her sweet ass onto him as she rode his cock.

“No drink?” he cocked his head. The woman shook her head. A little disappointment crept in but his facade remained impervious. “Okay. So what do you want to talk about?”

“I want to talk about you trying to kill Brenda.” her words cut through him like hot knife through a beating heart. How did she figure out?

“You are losing it, Clara. You are letting grief getting into your head. I love Brenda. We both know it.” he retorted, even to the extent of looking utterly hurt by her words.

“Stop pretending.” she scoffed. “You’ve been trying to get the wealth her parents left for her, haven’t you?”

“Stop it Clara. You are making me really sad. I think of you as a sister, and so do Brenda, how could you ever say such a thing.” he had long known how to pull on heartstrings. She would cave and apologize soon. He knew it. Perhaps, she might even fuck him to make up for it.

“You are really good at acting, aren’t you?” she shook her head with impatience. “I know everything, George. I know you drugged Brenda and let in a two random guys to take her six months ago. I know you took pictures of that and later accused her for adultery. She didn’t even know it was you that drugged her. She thought it was her own mistake. And I know how you used that reason to beat up on her, reinforcing the notion that it was her fault that the marriage was falling apart. After losing her parents, you were the only person she could trust. And you misused that trust. You even secretly drugged her for months so that she could be more susceptible to your assertion. You are fucking disgusting.”

Word after word, George’s sad facade slowly melted away and a sickening grin formed on his lips. “That’s a very good guess.” he nodded agreeably. “But there’s no proof to all that you’ve said, Clara. It’s just your words against mine. What are you going to do? Test her for meth use? And even if the doctors did found drug in her system, she was schizophrenic, Clara. Who’s to say she wouldn’t do drugs to rid herself off those terrible hallucination of hers? You know how easy it is to get drugs from the streets these days.”

“So it is true then? You did all those simply because of the money?” the woman shrieked.

“No. I’m not saying anything. I’m not stupid Clara. I know you have a recorder in your bag somewhere.” he growled.

“So. It is true then? And here I thought you will perhaps repent.” she shook her head in disappointment.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, Clara. Why should I repent?” he began to chuckle and then the chuckle turned to laughter. Hell, the woman was truly a smart one. But she wasn’t going to get anything out of him. He’s not that stupid.

“I really wish I didn’t need to do this.” she hissed and the laughter stopped abruptly.

George frowned. Something was clogging his throat. He forced out a few coughs to clear the blockage but it didn’t work. He emptied the glass of whiskey and tried to swallow but the golden liquid merely flowed back out. When he looked at the woman, trying to understand what was going on, his back stiffened with fear. Clara’s eyes were glowing with a sinister blue. He tried to step back but found that his legs couldn’t move.

“Emmmfffff….” he moaned helplessly.

“You left me no choice, George.” the woman smiled a wicked smile.

The living room began to quake. The lighting blinked at the tremor. The chandelier jingled precariously above him. The walls seemed to be melting. No, they were being distorted. George could only watch in horror as the space around him began to stretched, like a painting being stretched apart. A sudden flash blinded him and he floor beneath him crumpled away. That’s the last thing he remembered before passing out.

Chapter 2

George woke up with a throbbing headache. He wondered if he had consumed a glass too much of that whiskey when he felt something around his wrists. His eyes snapped open and turned to his right where he saw a thick metal cuff shackling his wrist to some kind of wooden board. He turned to the other side and saw the same thing as well. He began to struggle, mildly at first and his struggle grew increasingly more strenuous until he simply didn’t have the energy left.

Okay, he told himself. This might be some sick prank. Someone would be here soon to release him. Despite the words of comfort, his heart never stopped pounding madly inside his chest.

Then, he felt the same solid cuffs around his ankles and calves. Looking down, his face blanched with fear. There were two large bulges on his hairless chest. The nipples were dark and large, poking out blatantly into the arid air. The chasm between the mounts allowed him to see down to a very flat stomach and at the horizon was a triangle shaped pubic hair. A shudder coursed through his body as the realization settled in. This can’t be true, he told himself.  But yet the emptiness between his legs were profoundly compelling. Nothing was hanging there.

He’s a woman now! And he’s really naked.

“Emphhhhhh…” he tried to scream for help but the ballgag in his mouth rendered any speech unintelligible. Not only that, his voice was several note higher than usual, another evident sign of his unbelievable transformation.

The struggle continued but yield to no fruition other than tiring himself out. After awhile, he would regain his strength, much quickly than he had anticipated, and he began the struggling once more. But there’s no use. He could have strained a muscle and the restraints wouldn’t even bulge. After several failed attempts, he finally gave up and stayed still. Not knowing what else to do, and with the initial shock somewhat simmered down, he looked around the room.

There were large glowing shards of crystals floating above him. The orange brilliance was rather bright and it was obvious that the room was lit by it. The walls were made square slabs of rock and mortar. There’s a very old looking armoire with what seemed to be exceptional craftsmanship just a few feet from him. Other than that, the room was pretty much empty. Of course there’s the furniture he’s on. It felt like he was lying down on some sort of wooden dentist chair. Floating crystals, wooden dentist chair, and old armoire, he thought to himself. This must be a dream. It felt real, sure. But there’s no such things as floating glowing crystal.  Somehow, that thought made him feel slightly relieved. He was trapped in a nightmare, so it would seem. And like any nightmare, he would wake up and it would be forgotten.

“It seems like you are awake.” a familiar voice echoed in the solid room. It was Clara.

“Hahhahhh….” he called out her name in gibberish. He wanted to asked her to untie him, but verbal communication wasn’t working too well for him at the moment. So, he struggled on his restraints hoping she would understand.

“There’s no point struggling. You will never break through those cuffs.” she informed with a cool tone.

“Emmmmhhfffff….” he screamed in frustration.

“You must be confused. I don’t blame you.” Clara walked into his sight. When he saw the skin tight latex she was wearing and the glowing blue eyes, he tensed up with fear. God, he suddenly remembered everything. He had fell through the floor before being here. Clara must be the one responsible.

“You see, before bringing you here, I was hoping that perhaps you have a good reason why you treated Brenda that way. Maybe someone was blackmailing you, though that would be a stretch. I don’t know. But I digress. When I read your mind, I felt the greed you have inside you. You’ve tried to kill your wife because of the money.” and a slap came hard across his face. He cried a high pitched shriek, like how a teenage girl would. Like a teenage girl, tears formed at the corner of his eyes.

“Now you are crying?” she chuckled in disbelief. “Is it guilt? Or is it pain?” her hand reached for his head and he felt his mind being pried open and he shivered. “Huh…it’s neither. You just didn’t like being helpless.”

“But it doesn’t matter now. The verdict has been made. You are to be punished accordingly. And when I’m done with you, you will wish that I should have turned you over to the cops instead. ” a smile formed on her lips. “With that said, you must be wondering why you are in a body of an eighteen year old girl. Should I explain? I think I should. With all that respect the rights of fellow prisoners and stuff. So, where should I begin?”

“I am a member of the Witchery Law and Order Commission, a group of powerful witches that make sure all other witches in the world act lawfully. You can think of us as the judiciary system that governed the world of witchery. But witches are very smart at slipping away by casting powerful spells even when under tremendous pain. We have a rather high pain tolerance, you see. So, in order to punish those that break our laws, pain alone cannot do it. We have to go for pleasure as well. Not just any pleasure, but mind breaking pure continuous waves of pleasure.” She leered at George’s crotch and he squirmed in fear.

“But as you can see, only female can be witches. So, our punishment methods are designed for that one gender only.” She smirked and gave George’s nipple a painful pinch.

“Emmmffppppp…” he whimpered in agony.

“That’s why I cast a gender bending spell on you. You are now undeniably female, physical and biological. You have a size C breasts with extra large nipples. I made them that way because some devices are much easier to install on large breasts. Your cunt is tighter than most girls but I’ve also made it much deeper. So that when I violate your little hole, I can make sure the extra long dildos can go in all the way.” she gave the other nipple the same treatment as the one before and George squealed. Something electrifying shot through his body and his feminine sex grew warmer.

“But don’t worry. The spell has a lifespan of seventy two hours. You’ve been asleep for about two hours. So in another seventy hours or so, you will turn back to a guy.” she said with a flat tone. “That is only if you don’t cum during then. And I will make sure every second of that seventy hours is well spent on punishing you.” her flat lips lifted at the corner.

George stilled at the condition. Without cumming in seventy hours? His heart began to pound harder. Of course he wanted to turn back, that was out of the question. But looking at Clara’s determined eyes, he somehow knew that she wouldn’t allow that to happen. His only hope that this wasn’t real. That nothing of this is real. That he would be waking up with his seven inch cock back and his chest hairy and flat.

“Emmmfffffff….” he pleaded and struggled. Damn, he was even tempted to apologize right away, whether it’s a dream or reality, he wanted to tell Clara that he knew he was wrong. This whole thing was terrifying him beyond anything he had faced in his arduous career as a swindler.

“Let’s not waste time.” she growled. Her eyes grew ominously cold. The blueness returned and she began chanting. The furniture he’s bound to begin to move.

“Emmmmm….Emmppphhhhh…” George struggled hard as his legs began to part. They were also being lifted up slightly higher than his body, a ninety degrees bent at the knees and the motion stopped. The furniture returned to its once rigid form, unmovable and inescapable no matter how hard George pulled. Now, he truly felt exposed. He had seen extreme bondage in some hardcore porn site and knew exactly where this was going.

“Oh, and by the way, I think you should be called Georgia.” Clara said. She moved to the ancient armoire and pulled the double door open. Georgia whimpered at the sight of the daunting implements arranged within its compartment. There’s a row of canes of different thickness. And then there’s whip, wound and hung neatly on the hanger. Riding crops and spank paddles, things that Georgia had only seen in the screen of his computer, were merely feet away. There’s a whole matrix of drawers and she shuddered at the thought of all sorts of terrible devices hidden inside.

“Now.” Clara came back, holding what appeared to be the thickest cane she had ever seen in her life. It was at least as thick as her thumb.

“Emmmfffff…” she shook her head and pleaded through the gag profusely. But Clara would hear none of it as the cane was lifted high up before descending down onto her stomach.

Pain erupted and Georgia groaned loudly. A red welt began to form across her exposed stomach, the fiery heat of the pain lingered around until the next stroke came down thunderously. Georgia shook her head and tears of pain began to flood her eyes. Then again, the cane came down, over and over and over…until Georgia’s ears began ringing.

“Usually we don’t start with the caning because like I said, witches have high tolerance to pain.” she remarked nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t hit Georgia on her stomach a dozen times. “But you aren’t a witch, are you?”

Georgia stared dagger at her tormentor. Whatever fear in her eyes were burned away by the profound anger she suddenly had for Clara. She suppressed the seemingly unending flow of tears. This was unfair, she thought inwardly. She was tied down and helpless. Put them on a fair ground and she would see to it that that fucking smirk gets wiped off Clara’s face.

“So, you are angry at me?” she leered at Georgia.

“Emmffffff….eeewwww….” Fuck you!

Clara straightened her back and shook her head. With a light flicker, the tip of the cane tapped between Georgia’s spread legs. It was only a light flicker. Georgia could see that. But holy shit did that hurt! Her body tensed up like it’s having an epilepsy. Had woman’s genital always been that sensitive?

“You. Better. Watch. Your. Mouth.” the cane came down, however lightly, onto her exposed cunt one word and a time. Georgia winced at each enunciation of the words. “I can really do worse than this.” Clara then moved the cane away from the battered crotch and began caning Georgia’s breasts.

“Emmmmfffffppp….” she cried, her body shivered at the stinging crack against her skin. Her skin felt like it was being ripped apart. She expected to see bruises and welts, even blood, when she opened her eyes. Instead, her skin was still the same pale complexion with barely any scratch on it. And like all the other strokes, none of them felt painful for more than a couple of seconds. Which was very weird.

“You know one thing good about being here?” she said cryptically and then looked upwards. Georgia followed her eyes and saw the same orange illuminating crystals above them. “Those are healing crystals. They aren’t just for display. They have a function. They heal any injury where the light touches. Very useful when torturing witches. It means no matter how hard the punishment was, the injury is healed so quickly the witches can’t die.” she landed one solidly hard stroke onto the midsection of Georgia’s stomach. A long line of angry welt formed and just a few seconds later, it faded away, leaving no trace of the previous caning at all. “See.”

“Emmfppppp…” that’s just pure torture! Georgia surmised inwardly.

“Exactly.” Clara said, knowing exactly what she was thinking. “In older times, our ancestors dispensed much harsher punishment. Do you know I can cast a spell on that chair you are sitting to fold over your body, breaking at least twenty bones as it goes? And then when you are healed, I can do it again.”

Georgia trembled. She had seen how futile she was when the chair parted her legs. It’s like fighting with some kind of hydraulic powered machine. She would be crushed!

“But it no longer meets the standard of contemporary times so we don’t prescribe such punishment anymore. And really, it’s not my style anyways. So, let’s resume, shall we?”

Chapter 3

Georgia couldn’t understand the reaction of her new feminine body. As she watched in horror at the cane landing one stroke after another on her, and suffered the subsequent pain that followed, she felt the opening between her legs widened. And there’s some kind of fluid coming out of it as it was evident from the rivulet of coolness streaking across her asshole.

She no longer screamed at the pain anymore. Instead, she moaned. It still felt painful, really, and she had no doubt about that. But instead of just pain, oh the irony, she felt pleasure too. Pleasure derived from the helplessness of her state, from having every inch of her skin kissed by the merciless cane.

“You are getting wet from all of this.” Clara observed as she stared between her spread legs. Georgia felt absolutely exposed, if she had felt it before, it was more so now. But no amount of strength could get her legs closed to conceal the leaking orifice. God, the humiliation she felt was utterly profound when the woman looking at her newly acquired snatch smiled.

“It seems you enjoyed the caning.” Clara quipped. “An hour of caning turns you on, huh? Now, let’s move on.”

Georgia watched the woman held out her hand and chanted something. Immediately, one of the many armoire’s drawers slid open. A pink dildo of at least a good eight inches flew out and then landed unceremoniously on the witch’s hand. The dildo seemed mechanical in nature and had a tiny protruding section at the base. Clara waved the menacing device for the viewing pleasure of Georgia and the bound girl shuddered at the thought of that thing going inside her.

“Em…em…” Georgia shook her head. Her eyes no longer carried any hint of anger as she remembered Clara’s words. If she come, she’d stay like this forever. And though her body had reacted rather sweetly to the caning, she wanted her old body back. Her torment apparently had seen that fear in her eyes for she smiled mockingly at her.

“Afraid that you might cum?” Clara asked and Georgia swallowed. She knew if she said no, her tormentor would jam that thing far into her cunt until she climaxed all the way through some sixty nine hours. If she said yes, she would be submitting herself in defeat. Both option seemed unsavory.

“No?” Clara raised an eye brow and clicked a tiny switch at the bottom of the device. The dildo whirled to life and began twisting and turning, like a large and thick autonomous corkscrew. The smaller protruding tip of the dildo vibrated violently.  Georgia whimpered at the daunting sight and her cunt clenched involuntarily. She didn’t know if it was fear or anticipation. She felt repulsed and intrigued by it at the same time.

“Let’s see how fast you can come.” Clara hissed and the whizzing dildo floated out of her hand and moved between Georgia’s legs. The corkscrewing tip aligned with Georgia’s still moist cunt, poised for penetration. With a snap of Clara’s fingers, the dildo thrust forward and Georgia shrieked at the forceful intrusion of her feminine opening. She snapped her head back against the chair and her eyes rolled back. She could feel it. She could feel all eight inches of it slithering inside like a live snake. The vibrating tip teasing her exposed clit was as unforgiving. It was insane. Shit! There’s no way she could last sixty nine hours with this thing. She couldn’t even last two minutes. Then, as soon as it went in, it came back out, leaving an aching emptiness between her legs that she wished was filled.

“You like that? Don’t you.” Clara growled. “The gender bending spell really did turn you into a girl. You know, if you come, you can stay like this forever.”

“Emm…emm…” Georgia, with all the might she still had, shook her head in defiant.

“I see.” the words faded into the background as Georgia felt the moving tip again. It did not thrust into her like before. Instead, it snailed it’s way one slow inch at a time. She felt her pussy quivered helplessly to expel the intruder, only to be stretched harder and wider as the tip drilled deeper into her. Her clit soon became the victim of the vibrating tip and she jerked against her restraint. As if teasing her, the dildo moved out equally slow, allowing Georgia to feel the growing emptiness once more.

“Ehpmmmm…” Georgia moaned. Her eyes fluttered as the gyrating dildo inched forward again, forcing her cunt to open and accommodate all its virile length.  Once it’s all the way it, it inched back out. The whole gradual process repeated again and again. It wasn’t as pleasurable as the sharp thrust. But it was enough to make her trembled weakly against the restraints. It was like a sweet dull ache that warranted a more forceful solution.

“Hmm…It’s only the beginning. Georgia.” Clara laughed and snapped her finger again. This time, a black dildo, slightly smaller in girth than the previous one, but equally long, flew out from the armoire and landed on Clara’s opened hand. With a knowing smile, she cast another spell and the black dildo floated towards Georgia’s nether region. “Now it’s your asshole.”

Georgia felt the tip of the dildo pushing against her asshole. She yelped as her body stiffened at the attempt of intrusion. Her asshole clinched shut, denying access for the dildo, despite the hole half an inch away put up not even the slightest of resistance against the twisting length.

“Stubborn asshole.” Clara quipped. “And it’s dry too.”

With another cast of spell, Georgia felt her anus turn numb. Weak, even. The gyrating dildo slipped out away from her drenched pussy, giving way to the slimmer black dildo to fill up her cunt in its stead. After a few light thrust, which not only Georgia could feel but also could hear, the dildo slipped out.

“Now for the real punishment.”

Georgia’s eyes widened in shock as both phallic device slipped into her holes simultaneously, filling her up entirely. The two devices immediately assumed their rhythm and began fucking her two openings at once.

“Emfphhh…Emfphhh…” she rolled her eyes back at the intense pleasure. She had remembered her former self cumming inside the pussy of a supermodel. It was pleasurable but the pleasure she had felt during the prime sexual moments while still having a cock was no where near the pleasure she felt right now. She couldn’t hear anything. She couldn’t see anything. It almost felt like the entire universe existed within the two holes of hers.

As the phalli moved substantially faster, Georgia could really feel it. The alternating fullness and emptiness…the sudden wave of rising pleasure crashing over her. She felt like a bottle being filled to the brink. And she was about to explode! God, her back began arching itself, as if it was trying to get her into a better angle for penetration.

“Emmhhh….Emmhhh…Emmmhhhhhh!” she’s coming! She knew that feeling. The feeling was almost similar to that of men’s. But only a thousand times stronger. Oh God, she couldn’t think anymore. The warning of losing her manhood should she come no longer being registered in her mind.

Then, as though someone had just poured cold water all over her, the dildos moved all the way out without going back in. Georgia let out a frustrated moan and shivered at the sudden loss.

“Making you cum like this is too easy.” Clara’s voice was once again no longer in the background. “I want you to suffer for what you did to Brenda.”

Georgia could only pant breathlessly as she watched the woman turned to the armoire. From it, she withdrew an elegant platinum collar adorned with half a dozen white crystals equally distributed along its circumference. She came back to Georgia, opened the clasp, and fastened the collar around her neck.

“There. All done. That’s a Denial Collar. Those crystals are imbued with powerful magic that will keep you from ever reaching orgasm so long is the collar’s there.” Clara sneered. “After all, what’s the fun in you coming in the first one hour and a half of your torture.”

Georgia couldn’t believe what Clara had said. A collar that denied orgasm? But the pleasure she felt and the orgasm she knew she would have was undeniable. It was too strong even she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted. Not even thinking of dead puppies or imagining an old lady’s wrinkled crotch could deny what her body needed. But this was Clara talking! What ever Clara had said had been true. That meant…

“Enjoy!” Clara snapped her fingers and as if commanded, the dildos darted forward and resumed their violation of her damped holes. They didn’t just go in and out, they pounded into her hard and fast. The previously subsided orgasm soon peaked over the horizon. It began to come closer…and closer…and closer. Georgia didn’t fucking care of loosing his manhood permanently anymore. She just wanted to cum. Hard!

But there it was, lurking every so closely. The orgasm was very near yet never close enough to tip her over into an orgasmic release. Her eyes widened in horror at Clara’s words about the collar. It couldn’t be true! She hissed and tried her very best to focus. To feel every thick inch of the dildos sliding in and out against the folds of her insides. To feel the gyration that stretched her pussy deliciously. Anything!

Yet no orgasm!

“Emmmm!!!…” she protested and struggled against the restraints. No doubt, she wanted to pull the collar off her neck.

“That’s what you get for trying to kill my best friend.” Clara spat angrily before heading to the door. “I’m going to see your wife now. Sorry, ex-wife. I’ll be back maybe five hours later.”

“Emmphhhfffffffffff….” Georgia let out a low guttural groan. There’s no way she could survive something like this for five hours.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Those crystals are going to keep your heart pumping and your lungs breathing. In fact, you won’t sleep or faint or go hungry or thirsty. They practically keep you as healthy as possible. Your pussy and asshole can’t even get sore fast enough before the healing takes place. So there will be no pain. Only pleasure.” there’s a scoff akin to ‘you deserve that’. “Five hours of continuous pleasure.”

Georgia heard the door opened behind her and she squealed in desperation. No! She can’t leave her with those two pumping in and out of her without ever getting an orgasm! She will die.

“You best behave now. I’ll see you soon.” the door clicked shut and Georgia shook against the restraints in shock. Her heart could fail with this much pleasure. Her lungs could tear apart from the rapid breathing. But with the healing of the crystal, she would be very healthy and very alive for as long as she’s under them. Healthy and alive to feel all sixteen inches worth of rubbery pleasure penetrating her profusely. Shit!

Chapter 4

When Clara visited Brenda in the hospital, she brought with her a life preserving charm that contained the very magic that’s keeping her husband…correction…ex-husband alive right now. She surreptitiously slipped it underneath her friend and hoped for the best. The crystal couldn’t raise the dead but it could certainly heal the living. If her friend is still alive somewhere in there, she will be healed by the crystal’s power.

Next, she went to Brenda’s house. The place was a mess after she cast a teleportation spell right in the middle of the living room. The chandelier was hanging precariously on its wiring instead of the more robust chains. Paintings and arts were tilted and some fell to the ground. Furniture were flipped and glassware a shattered mess on the destroyed carpet. This was expected. The ripple of magical power that was released once the teleportation gate shut was equivalent of a giant earthquake happening right in the middle of the room.

But nothing was ever difficult to a witch if one knew what spell to cast. She knew every spell there’s to know and with a quick chant, the mess began to clear up all by themselves. She stood there and watched the content of the house move back to its previous position. Once the house was clean and tidy, where not even one speck of dirt could be found anywhere, Clara headed out to the masters bedroom. She had, during the sweet revenge, read Georgia’s mind on several occasions. From there, she knew where all the incriminating pictures of Brenda’s violation were and sought them out to be destroyed. Once every piece of evidence, including the footage of her visit to take George away, was completely wiped off the face of the earth, she gave a call to Brenda’s attorney.

She needed to make sure Brenda’s properties remained hers after the divorce, which she would also help filed. Clara’s making sure her friend come out unscathed at the other end. After a quick drive to the attorney’s office, she made several contracts and using a small spell, she was able to forged all the required party’s signature. Then, she cast a charm onto the executive manager of the company and watched her newly drafted contract sped through the paperwork process.

Clara finally gave her watch a glance and noticed that she had been away for almost four hours. With a knowing smile, she gunned her car to a start and drove back home. She could have teleported, but what’s the point anyway. She still had quite some time to spare. Perhaps she should drop by at a cafe to have a hearty lunch first. The few hours away from the crystals’ healing light had her body consuming her own internal energy instead and she’s beginning to feel the slight hunger grumbling in her stomach.

Once she went back to her house, after spending almost an hour eating a turkey sandwich at a local cafe, she went to her room. It’s been five hours and fifteen minutes since she had left Georgia there. But she wanted a shower to get rid of the dried sweat clinging onto her skin. Oh what’s the difference of one hour extra? She shrugged. Nothing. Georgia’s going to endure all seventy hours of punishment anyways.

Granting herself a warm little reprieve in the bathtub, she soaked away the ache she had gotten from the morning errands. The feeling was superb as the warm water blanketed her delicate skin with soothing warmth. On the edge of the bathtub was a glass of champagne she took from the wine rack. It was a champagne of victory.

After the warm bath and getting a little tipsy from the champagne, Clara threw on a translucent navy blue negligee. There’s no point putting on any actual underwear that conceal ones modesty since she stayed alone and there’s no one else around. No one else except Georgia. But Georgia wouldn’t be noticing her much considering the amount of pleasure she must be experiencing right now. Clara remembered her own experience of a similar punishment for some forty hours for ignoring the commands of the higherups. It really wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It didn’t even break her. But it was sure damn hell frustrating not being able to reach climax. A punishment Georgia certainly deserved. Well, it’s time to meet her.

After moving through heavily charmed hallway and down a flight of staircase, where those who were not trained in the art of witchcraft would never be able to pass, she finally reached the metal door. There’s a glyph of silence marked on the door, effectively isolating even the most disruptive of noises from ever leaving this room. When she opened the door, loud moans mixed with wet slapping sound exploded out of the entrance. She quickly moved herself in and shut the door behind her.

The air smelt of sex. Really heavy sex. Musky, tangy and salty. Clara could see why even from here. At the ground, the part right beneath Georgia’s pussy, was a large pool of transparent liquid. Despite the ample ventilation in this room, it seemed that the vast amount of cunt juice simply overwhelmed the system. To be honest, Clara didn’t expect Georgia would be producing this much fluid. Perhaps because the body of hers was that of an eighteen year old. Young and full of sexuality.

She walked up to the bound woman and grinned appreciatively at her very red, very swollen pussy that was still being penetrated diligently by the corkscrewing dildo. Her asshole received a similar fate although the darker color of the anus masked away the otherwise obvious pinkness. And just as expected, Georgia’s clit had grew considerably about an inch long, and a quarter inch wide. Although the crystals healed the injury she suffered, they couldn’t reduce the blood flow that’s going into a specific part of the patient’s anatomy. The blood could go into her clit but never out. Such tormented nub. Clara pressed the pad of her thumb hard onto the engorged button and Georgia produced the most animalistic sound she had ever heard.

Shakily, she moved away from Georgia and leaned her back onto the wall. The scent of sex in the air was making her slightly aroused than she should have. Being a member of the commission meant the highest form of self-control. Yet, she couldn’t help but to get wet between her legs. With a shuddered swallow and a quick justification for herself that this wasn’t a witch but a murderer, she finally came to a resolve. Opening the armoire, she opened up the drawer labeled potions and took out a small green vial labeled enlargement potion. She knew where exactly the potion should be used.

She moved between Georgia’s legs, careful not to disturb the magically driven dildos, and moved the dropper containing the green liquid right above Georgia’s clit. One drop and there’s an immediate effect. The clit doubled its size in just seconds. With a playful smile, she dropped more onto it. The green liquid quickly seeped through the skin and the clit once again began to grow. When the clit was about the size of large cock, with length of seven inches and girth of five, Clara sent the vial back into the drawer from where she took. Then, with a wry grin, she climbed over the furniture and found a stable footing. Lowering herself, she guided the hot throbbing flesh into the entrance of her pussy. Without so much of a hesitation, she slammed her hips down, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Georgia.

“That’s it, you asshole. Scream for me.” Clara hissed angrily. The impalement of her nemesis’s engorged clit into her own pussy sent a shivering thrill down her spine. The heat coming from the tortured flesh was almost burning the inside of Clara’s and she clinched down onto the protruding flesh.

“Emmmfffppppp!!!” Georgia rolled her eyes.

Feeling a sense to dominate Georgia, Clara yanked down the gag and kissed the woman ferociously on her lips. Their tongue met and danced, and the two exchanged moans. When Clara pulled away, Georgia was wide-eyed with lust…well, more lust than before.

“Make… me… come…” Georgia groaned.

“If you think you can…” Clara lifted her ass. The smooth flesh slipped almost all the way out of her tight pussy. She could feel the slipperiness of the clit…and she began bouncing on Georgia’s clit, riding it as hard as her body could allow.

God, it felt so goddamn good inside her pussy. It was way more better than a cock! With the added benefit that no matter how rough she rode, how hard she slammed onto it, or how fast she humped, this thing would never ejaculate. She wouldn’t even have to bother about contraceptives. It was like an actual dildo made of flesh, destined to be the object of pleasures for Clara’s pussy. Perhaps, even her asshole if she’s playful.

“Oh God!…” Georgia squealed. “It feels too good…”

“Yes. That’s it. Feel my pussy milking your pathetic clit.” Clara moaned.

“Emmmm…please…harder…harder…I want to come.”she begged.

“If you can come, go ahead.” Clara leered. She knew the collar wouldn’t allow Georgia to come. Not now. Not ever. Not a million years, as long as those white crystals were there. No matter how much Clara rode her, how hard the two dildos were ravaging her two fuck holes, Georgia was not going to come. But Clara would and she would do so very soon too. Perhaps, it was too soon.

With deliberation, she grabbed Georgia’s neck. Immediately, the crystal’s power surged through her arms, body and down to her hips.

“Oh God…” Clara murmured. The threat of an early orgasm was prevented. She could feel the orgasm retreating…but never too far. She knew that if she released Georgia’s neck, she would definitely come. But with her orgasm thwarted and the healing crystals keeping her muscle from ever burning out, she continued the ride.

Chapter 5

Clara’s pussy felt heavenly. If Georgia was still George and with an actual cock, she would be cumming in the first five minutes. But this wasn’t a cock. It was a clit with all its glorious nerve endings covering every inch of its skin. And Clara’s pussy was engulfing the whole thing in and then milked it hard when she pulled out. Georgia felt like she could faint. The double penetration of the dildos were already a pleasuring overdrive. With Clara’s pussy using her enlarged clit like some cheap fuck toy, the pleasure was consuming! Like a fucking blackhole pulling her deeper into inescapable bliss of edging.

“Emmmmffffuuuucckkkkk….” she groaned and rolled her eyes.

“That’s it…feel my pussy fucking your stupid clit.” Clara growled lustfully and then planted her lips onto one of Georgia’s nipples.

Georgia felt the suckling. She felt the rough wet tongue running over her areola and the intense sensation of her nipple being pressed and rubbed against the ceiling of the mouth. She didn’t know what else to think. Every fiber of her being burnt violently with no immediate end in sight. Shit! She really couldn’t cum!

“Pleaseeee…take…off…the…collar.” she begged, the same plea she had been making for the last five hours.

“No! You are not coming.” Clara said with absolute resolve.

“Emmmm…it’s…it’sssss…too…unfair. Ahhh…” Georgia shuddered from the pleasure overload as Clara began riding her clit really hard while the two instruments pounded mercilessly onto her drenched holes. Wet slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, like it was some kind of exotic music.

“I’m gonna cum.” Clara breathed and removed her hands from Georgia’s neck. The power of the crystals was disconnected from her body and the woman began convulsing sporadically as orgasm tore through her body.

Georgia could only watch with great envy and feel the glorious satisfaction of her tormentor’s pussy clenching hard onto her yet unsatisfied clit. She struggled again, pulling against her restraints. This was really not fair!

When Clara moved herself up, Georgia could finally see the swollen flesh of hers slicked with the milky cream of Clara’s feminine excretion. It was twitching in need as it continued to stood erected, poised for a number of more violent actions should her tormentor so desired.

“That was so much fun.” Clara gloated breathlessly.

“It’s…not…fair!” Georgia cried and squirmed in heat.

“It’s your punishment, asshole! When you drugged your wife every night, have you ever thought that being unfair and unjust?”

“I…” Georgia clamped shut. She didn’t know what else to say. Was it ever unfair? Yes! But it’s a dog eat dog world and only the strong and wicked would ever survive. If she hadn’t drugged her incredibly naive wife and tried to take away her money, someone else would come in and do it.

“Hmm…you are incorrigible.” Clara sighed disappointingly and Georgia’s face pales, knowing exactly that her thoughts had just been read.

“Wait-” she was cut short when Clara eased the ballgag into her mouth once more.

“Now. For your next punishment.” Clara mused.

The two dildos stopped and slid out of her thoroughly fucked flesh. Georgia winced at the sudden emptiness. At the same time, a relief came to her as the long denied orgasm gradually dissipated and the once perpetual heat between her legs cooled, leaving only a numbly tingly feeling behind. In fact, she was too focused on the novel sensation, she didn’t notice Clara’s retreat to the armoire until she walked back to her.

“I think a little piercing shouldn’t harm you too much.” Clara grinned and set three large rings on Georgia’s stomach. The rings seemed to be made of jade as the greenish hue suggested. A chill went down the terrified girl’s spine. She tried to struggle away only to remember that she was restrained. “It’s only going to hurt a little while. The crystals will heal you.”

Georgia watched with teary eyes as Clara picked one ring and then hooked in the sharp tip through her still erected nipples. Pain shot through her body and her pussy for some reason quivered in heat. The pain came as quickly as it went and when Clara prepared to pierce her next nipple, the one before was already forgotten. After getting her nipples pierced, she watched Clara took the last ring and went between her legs. She swallowed nervously when Clara grabbed hold of her still erected, still large, still engorged clit.

“This one will hurt a lot.” Clara warned with a flat tone. And snapped, the ring cut through the smooth flesh like hot knife through butter. A searing heat of agonizing pain stung her clit and Georgia tensed up. She couldn’t even groan at the pain as it was simply too much. It felt she had just touched a high voltage wire with her clit! “There. All done.”

Georgia shuddered at the impassiveness of her tormentor. She eyed her with reddened eyes. The pain had certainly made her dropped a few more stray tears than she would like. She looked at her own body. Each of her poor nipple was now sporting a green ring. Between her legs were his large, cock-sized, clit with the ring right on the tip.

“These rings are carved from a very special stone.” Clara informed. “When I cast a spell…like this…” a string of old Latin poured out of her lips.

Georgia jerked hard against her restraints involuntarily. It felt like she had just been shocked. It came and went so fast, she didn’t know what had hit her. Clueless as to what had happened, she could only look at Clara for answers.

“It’s electric shock. When I cast a spell, these rings will produce a current. And depends on what spell I cast, I can make all three rings to shock you at different time and interval. You will soon know how frustrating it will be not knowing when and where the shock’s coming from.” Clara scoffed and went back to the armoire.

Then, from the myriad of drawers, she held out a small glass container. Inside the container was a single shard scarlet red crystal the size of a mini sausage. Clara took the glass container and went between Georgia’s spread legs. Georgia swallowed a nervous bile and could only wonder what the shard was for. As if knowing what she was thinking, Clara told her. “It’s a crystal derived from the Stone of Lust.”

“Emmhhpp?” Georgia frowned. The explanation did not explain anything at all.

“It is kind of like an egg vibrator.” Clara elaborated flatly. “When I put this inside your cunt, it will make you come like nothing you’ve ever felt. We use this to make witches come for however long we want. There’s nothing in the world that can withstand the lustful effect it has on the female body.”

“Well…” she mused with a lopsided grin. “nothing except that collar.”

Georgia’s eyes widened with fear. A tear of desperation rolled down her cheek. It sounded like the five hour torment from before all over again. She yelped as the cork was yanked out of the glass container. She then eyed the shard dreadfully as it slowly floated out and moved towards her nether region.

“Emmmhhhpppp…Emmph…Emmph…” Georgia shook her head profusely. No, she couldn’t stand being teased and not coming for hours again.

Her entire body tensed. A shudder rippled through her body and her skin peppered with goosebumps. Oh my God! She cried inwardly. She could feel it. She could feel the shard penetrating her. She could feel the burning sensation forming at the opening of her pussy. Oh, the lust…the tingling pleasure it had brought with it.

“Emmmpfffhhhh…” she snapped her head back in frustration as her pussy helplessly took in the crystal. It had tried to expel the offending object by involuntarily clenching but the crystal did not retreat. It had only moved further in. Suddenly, as though some unseen force had gone away, Georgia shuddered hard and the crystal was ejected from the confines of her sex. The shard dropped onto the floor with a distinct clink.

“Hmm…it seems like your cunt really doesn’t want that thing inside.” Clara chuckled. “Just like all the other witches that I have punished.”

The shard floated back up from the ground and once again sought entrance into Georgia’s bound pussy. She rolled her eyes and arched her back. The intense pleasure was too much and she could almost taste the power of lust seeping into her being. Her pussy clenched profusely, gnawing at the crystal, trying to push it out once more.

“Oh no you don’t.” Clara said and chanted a spell. Immediately, Georgia felt her pussy clenched hard around the ungodly crystal and it remained clenched. “That should keep your pussy closed.”

“Emmmppphhhh….” the poor girl groaned at the intense pleasure. She rocked her hips hoping to dislodge the shard but to no avail. Her pussy just couldn’t let go of it. Oh god, she wanted to come again. The fleeted orgasm from before once again came back, lurking at the boundary but coming no closer. Her body shook at the clashing forces of the unrelenting lust from the crystal and the irrevocable denial from the collar. Her mind swarmed with all sorts of feeling, throwing her head into a spinning descent into oblivion.

A shock stung her clit and snapped her out of her trance, forcing her to once more be very aware of the crystal inside her. She stared murderously at the woman in front of her. God, she so wanted to strangle her to death. No. She would fucking gut her up! If only she could find a way to escape!

“You want to kill me?” Clara smiled smugly. “Don’t even think about escaping. These bonds are designed hold several tons of force each. You won’t be getting out of there unless I allow it.”

“Now, enjoy while I go to work. I will be back in eight hours or so.” Clara whispered into Georgia’s ear and went out of the room.

“Emmpphhh…” Georgia bit onto the ballgag hard. Oh god, this was too much, she told herself. How long had it been? How long would she be teased and edged? Clara surely couldn’t be serious when she said she would use all that seventy hours to make a living hell of her. She could barely withstand six. She would fucking die!

Suddenly, the door opened and Clara came back. Perhaps she had heard her thoughts and took pity on her, Georgia thought with relief. As Clara stood by her side looking into her eyes, Georgia had her hopes held high. that Clara might really let her go. Then, the eyes of her tormentor wandered down to the large clit.

“All of these are making me really wet.” Clara exhaled. “I think I can go in an hour late today.” she shrugged and climbed on top of Georgia. Grabbing the base of her enlarged clit roughly, causing her to shriek in pleasure, Clara guided the ringed tip into her pussy.

“Oh yes.” She exclaimed at the smooth penetration. “I think I’m beginning to like your clitty a little too much.”

Georgia could only whimpered as the pleasuring pussy of Clara’s began to stroke her clit. Tears of utter desperation began to flow. She really really needed to come!






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Fucking My Sister’s Best Friend

Molly was the devil. Period.

She’s a vicious little Satan that existed in this world only to torment me. I felt like if there’s a God up there, Molly was the personification of God’s-Fucking-Me-Over-in-The-Asshole-with-a-Studded-Dildo.

Not only was she my little sister’s best friend, which means she was constantly here in our house, she’s also unfairly gorgeous. I mean, how often do you see a red head with round blue eyes that shine brighter than any stars throughout the cosmos and a body that attracts men like UV light attracts flies. And that analogy was quite fitting for describing her because every time some guy got close to her, he was singed into a crisp with the constant barrage of negative criticisms. And as ill-fortune seemed to hang around me, I was one of those guys. The only difference was that I was trapped, kind of like how a fly gets trapped in the wire net by their own melted limbs and eventually gets fried until it literally turned into ash. The only way to I could avoid turning into a pile of carbonaceous dust was to ignore her, pretending that she’s invisible in my eyes.

Ironically, I was constantly being reminded of her exquisite beauty all the time. If I could forget her, I would. But I couldn’t. At almost every weekend, she came to my house and had dinner with my family. My attempts to forget her, as well as the harsh comments she had said to me over the time, was constantly shattered by the periodic visitation. Though I was not proud of it, I did masturbate to her, like all the time. Her round symmetrical face opposite of the dining table, with her mouth opening and closing as she chewed, was better than any porn that I’d ever seen in my life.

Of course, my parents loved her and treated her like their daughter. My sister, who obviously knew about my distaste(and admiration, which I don’t like to admit) for her, once coyly suggested that we two should get marry some years later to truly make her a part of our family. In front of my parents, Molly only smiled demurely at the insipid suggestion. In the confines of their little haven, aka, my sister’s room, the rather thin walls between my sister’s room and mine spared me no mercy at the disgust and hatred she had for me that very night.

“Seriously, Jess. I would rather sleep with a dirty old beggar than with your brother.” my cock twitched in shame at the comment. “I mean, look at him. He’s such a nerd I have to stop myself from cringing every time I see him.”

“He’s not that bad.” my sister said and I found my hopes being lifted.

“Look at his clothes. It’s like he’s wearing something from the seventies. It’s lame.” Molly exasperated. I tugged on my t-shirt and looked at the close-up picture of Bryan Adams face. What could be wrong with it?

“He likes oldies.” my sister remarked and I couldn’t have agreed with her more. I preferred old music over the new ones because old music sounded real. Like the singers actually put effort into making the song. Contemporary songs, on the other hand, sounded like someone simply plugged in words into a ready-made template of chords, matched it up with some HD footage of a scenic backdrop with the singer emotionally singing in it, and called them originals.

“But seriously, can’t he just wear something from this century.” I heard the bed frame squeaked and the image of Molly molding her round ass onto the soft mattress formed inside my head. Admittedly, I was dirty minded, mind you.

“I’m kind of okay with it though.” a second squeak reverberated through the walls. “I don’t understand why you always get your panties in a bunch in front of my brother. It’s not like he wears it to piss you off.” my sister sounded like she was teasing Molly.

“I just…I just don’t like it.” Molly said softly. I had to press my ears on the wall to even be able to listen to what she said. Yes, I was eavesdropping. Bite me!

“Why does it matter if you like it or not? The only thing that matters is that he likes it.” my sister remarked teasingly. Her question had my interest piqued. It’s a question that I had never thought of asking myself before. Why does she hate me so much?

“I didn’t say it matters to me.” Molly retorted and I could almost hear her blushing, if that’s even possible.

“Is that so?” my sister giggled. “I think the reason you hate him is because he’s ignoring you.”

“That is so not true.” Molly denied with a voice a pitch too high. “Stop laughing. That’s not true.” I could hear her slap my sister’s shoulder. Interesting. I felt my stomach rolled in my stomach at the revelation. My cock lifted his sorry head in with new found hope.

“Shhh…keep it down. He might be able to hear you.” my sister warned.

“He can?” Molly snapped nervously.  “Why didn’t you tell me early?” she reduced her volume to a light whisper. Still, I could still make out what she said. “What if he heard all of those?”

“Why does it matter? It’s not like you’ve declared your undying love for my brother.”

“Shut up!” Molly hissed and my sister burst into laughter.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. Each time I closed my eyes, the image of Molly’s bright blue eyes appeared in front of me. Her face was pleading, her mouth partially opened, and her warm breath caressed my lips. I’d tried countless of time to wash out the image of her beautiful face from my head but each attempt only met with ‘stiffer’ resistance. Yes, pun intended.

There’s no way Molly, a girl that a guy would kill for, had a crush on me. That’s impossible. That’s just not Molly, the devious little devil that had me locked in a little hell of my own. Molly didn’t do nerd like me, that’s painfully obvious. She’s the kind of girl that would only date quarterbacks, not Java-loving, C#-obsessed, weak and pathetic nerd like me.

“Fuck!” I shot up from my bed. I needed a wash on my face lest I wouldn’t be able to purge out the distracting, gorgeous, face of my nemesis.

When I got to the bathroom door, I noticed the light coming from the gap below. Some shuffling sound permeated from behind the door. Someone must be inside. Not wanting to go back to my bed, I leaned over the banister and waited for whomever was inside the bathroom to finish.

Then my head was beginning to fuck with me. Molly’s velvety moan cut through the silence of the night. I shook my head in disbelief and slapped my head to get myself together. Thinking of her sucking my cock while jacking off was one thing, hallucinating her moaning in the dead of night while waiting to use the bathroom was a completely different thing. I must be losing it, really.

“Oh, yes, I want you inside me Roger.” I frowned at the call of my name. The words were very vivid, almost as if Molly was really saying them out loud. I turned around and stared at the bathroom door. It couldn’t be, could it?

“Yes, I want you deep inside my pussy.” my cock hardened at the soft lustful voice. It was definitely coming from the bathroom. And it was definitely Molly speaking from inside.

“I want your cock, Roger.” Holy fucking Christ! My face flamed into bright red. Molly was masturbating to me. The rational part of my brain screamed at me to respect her privacy, to run back to my room as quietly as possible and pretend I didn’t just hear that. But the primal part of me wanted me to stay and listen to her masturbate to me.

The latter won as I planted my ear on the door. Damn it, I couldn’t believe I was eavesdropping again. It’s a habit that I really should avoid doing it too much. But this was special. This was Molly touching herself and calling out to me. This was Molly, the devil of my life…”Yes, fuck me harder.” My train of thought shatter by the high pitch squeal.

The panting behind the door grew more intense. The rate increased. There was some sloshing sound as if something was sliding in and out of a wet surface. The image of Molly’s pussy lips wrapping around my cock materialized in my head. It took every ounce of energy not to wrap my fingers around my throbbing cock and rub one out right that moment. I was in the hallway and it would be the dead of me if any of my family members saw me masturbating to Molly masturbating to me. Okay, that sounded really confusing. But you know what I meant.

“Yes. Come inside me. I want you to fuck a baby into me.” she moaned.

In the name of Gandalf the White, I almost came into my pants. Shit, this was getting wronger by the second. I shouldn’t stay here. I should have walked back into my room. But I couldn’t. The knowledge of Molly touching herself with me inside her head was profoundly compelling that I wanted to stay here so badly.

“Yes…yes…yes…faster…faster…Roger…give it to me.” I swallowed a shudder. My hand trembled in desperation and my cock twitched excitedly in my pants. The harden flesh between my legs ached to be milked.

A soft lengthy squeal reverberated through the wooden door, sending a shiver down my spine. Molly was coming, that much was obvious. What I didn’t know was how much that sweet innocent squeal made me wanted to go in to the room and fuck her. My cock obviously agreed to that idea fervently. It was even drooling precum right then.

My hard throbbing cock inside the wet welcoming warmth of Molly’s pussy was certainly a thought not alien to me. Ever since I saw her the first day she came to my house, I had always wanted to plant my cock deep inside her. But I wouldn’t do that because, first, I would have to rape her to get that fantasy to turn into a reality, second, I didn’t want to make my family hate me forever as a result of that. So, I always took things into my own hand, so to speak. Never in my wildest imagination that Molly too shared a similar interest…

The door was swung open and I fell forward onto a very surprised Molly. We both landed on the floor with me pressing on top of her. A still wet incriminatory dildo clattered on the floor before rolling towards the wall.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Molly hissed in shock. Her blue eyes darted to the dildo on the edge of the bathroom. When our eyes met once more, her face boiled to a crimson red.

“It’s not what it looks like.” she said quickly. Her beautiful face, to be honest, looked so better up close. My cock, which was pressing against the mound of her sex, grew harder by the second and I tried to calm it down. The widening of Molly’s eyes told me that my attempt had obviously failed.

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” I pushed up, lifting my engorged member from her. My member screamed bloody murder at my attempt at civility. No, stupid cock, I’m not raping my sister’s best friend in the family bathroom.

I pulled Molly onto her feet. As I did so, I didn’t fail to notice the curve of her body accentuated by the short tight blue pants and low cut t-shirt she was wearing.The girl was still redder than a beet and shocked like a doe caught in the headlights. She was looking at me like how characters in movies looked at aliens. Dutifully, I bent down and grabbed the dildo.

“Here you go.” I croaked nervously. God, this was fucking awkward.

Molly took the rubbery tool from me in silence. Then, I decided to turn and walk out of the bathroom. As I walked back to my room, I knew just how much I had just fucked up. The only piece of good thing out of this incident was that my cock’s definitely bigger than her dildo.

I didn’t know how long I had laid on my bed with my eyes wide open while trying my best to suppress the images of Molly prodding her pussy with the tip of the dildo from forming in my head. As I rolled on my bed for what must be the umpteenth time, there’s a soft knock on my door. I swallowed nervously as I prepared myself for the repercussion of tonight’s incident. Perhaps Molly wanted me to apologize to her. Or she told my sister how I had eavesdropped on her masturbating and my sister’s behind that door with a very thick piece of book to club me with. Or even worse, my parents! Shit shit shit…

I walked to the door and I felt like a prisoner on death row walking to the gallows. If I ever happened to be a prisoner on death row, this feeling I felt right now would probably be it. I unlocked the door and pulled it open. My heart almost arrested before I realized it was only Molly that was standing there.

“I’m sorry.” I said embarrassingly with my head hung low. It’s true, I really was not proud of what I had done.

Molly didn’t say a word. Instead, she stepped towards me. Her soft hands pressed against my chest and she pushed me back into my room. When we cleared the door, she shut it behind her. I heard the distinct click of the door being locked.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked softly. Her voice calm and cold.

I didn’t know how to answer that question. What should I say? Since that moment you said you wanted my cock inside you? There’s no way I could say that in front of Molly. Instead, I opted for a vaguer answer. “A couple of minutes.”

Even in the dark, I could still she her frown, as though she was doing some mental calculation. “Then you know.” her blue eyes gazed up into mine. She was standing so close to me, I had to bend my head down so that I could see her face. See the emotion in trapped behind those eyes.

“Yes.” I admitted dejectedly.

“Then…” she muttered uncertainly. Out of the blue, she pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her lovely breasts glowed under the pale moonlight filtered through the curtains. My cock throbbed at the graceful sight but like an intimidated virgin with no sexual experiences I was, I took a few steps back. I watched her tossed the t-shirt to the floor before flipping her hair over her shoulder with finesse.

“Fuck me, Roger.” she whispered.

God, those dirty words coming out of those pure lips was unbelievable. In fact, this whole thing was unbelievable. Molly coming to me for sex? “Stop joking, Molly. It’s not funny.” my voice cracked pathetically.

Molly looked at me for a moment. I could see her eyes running over my body. After what felt like eons of tense silence, Molly slid her fingers into her waistband and in one fluid movement, the short pants fell to the ground, leaving only a thin piece of lacy fabric covering her nether region.

She walked up to me and I involuntarily stepped back. When the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed, I stumbled and landed on the mattress. With my eyes still locked in an apparent staring contest with Molly, my cock throbbed painfully under the tight fit of my briefs. It wanted to be let out.

When Molly reached me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her soft lips was pressed against mine. Fireworks lit up in my stomach and my cock turned into granite. She climbed onto me, her legs on each side of my body, and pressed her sex onto my solid bulge. Her warm breasts pressed against my chest, rubbing fervently on me. I parted my lips and welcomed her tongue and as we slowly lost in the carnal trance of our new found connection, I gradually relaxed onto my bed.

“That’s not a joke, is it?” I asked when we broke off the kiss to breathe.

“No, Roger.” she whispered and then pressed her lips onto mine once again.

I tasted her mouth, I worshiped her tongue. Her feminine scent was invigorating, each inch of her precious skin felt like the best silk in the world. My hands pressed against her smooth back before sliding down over her round ass. I had always wondered how it would feel to touch her ass. Let’s just say none of my imagination even come close to how good it felt under the palm of my hands.

“Take off your clothes, Roger.” She ground her sex against my hard bulge. How could I say no?

With her help, my Bryan Adams t-shirt was tossed over the bed haphazardly. My pants soon joined the discarded fabric below. When Molly pulled my briefs over, her eyes widened in surprise as my fully engorged cock sprang free from its confinement. “I always know you are big.” Molly sucked in a sharp breath. “Just not this big.”

“I think it’s going to hurt having this thing inside me.” she added lustfully. Something told me that she was not put off by the size of my cock, not one bit.

Grabbing the base of it, she pointed the tip to her soft puckered lips. Her tongue tasted the head of my cock, and then the base of the shaft, before she mouthed over my ball. Then, she giggled playfully. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“I’m glad you are having fun.” I said coyly.

“Do you want to know one thing about me, Roger?” she exhaled. Her warmth breath caressed my skin. Her hand began stroking my cock in a gentle rate.

“Yes.” I hissed in pure pleasure.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me ever since I’ve met you the first time.” she hastened the strokes. My legs jerked and my thighs stiffened. “I’ve always wanted you. But you always ignored me. Roger.”

“I only ignore you because…” I swallowed when I felt her mouth enveloping the head of my cock. “It’s because you always insult me.”

Her head lowered and my cock slid further into her mouth. I let out a groan that sounded so foreign to me, for a moment I didn’t know it was my own. Her head bobbed up and down, her sweet lips gloriously dragging along the shaft of my cock. When she surfaced to breath, tucking her messy red mane behind her ears, she looked me in the eyes. “That’s because I didn’t know how else to talk to you.”

“So you decided to insult me to start a conversation.” I cocked my eye.

“I…I’m sorry. I get all bitchy when I’m nervous.” she turned her eyes to my cock once more and gazed longingly at the engorge flesh like it mesmerized her. “And you make me nervous.” her lips parted and my cock once again found refuge deep inside her mouth. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, not tight but firm, and guided her head up and down on my member.

“Is this you apologizing to me then?” I let out a shuddering breath.

She nodded with my cock still deep in her mouth. It’s so adorable I almost wanted to bring her up to kiss her. But with the commitment she’s putting for my throbbing cock, I didn’t want to interrupt her. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her soft lips caressing along the length of my cock, her tongue tasting the precum leaking out of the head.

“I’m going to come, Molly.” I warned and nudged her a little to get her to stop just in case she didn’t hear me. Despite my warning, Molly kept going. In fact, her movement became quicker.

“Molly.” I warned once again. My orgasm looming just over the corner, ready for a grand release.

Molly ignored my second warning. Her lips continued to work magic on my cock. Her head bobbed relentlessly with no end in sight.

“I’m coming, Molly.” a final desperate cry escaped my trembling throat. Then, I felt it. The floodgate opened. A surge of cum coursed through my throbbing cock and with Molly’s lips tightly sealed around the base of it, there’s only one place the surge of cum was going.

Molly moaned in delight as the warm wad of semen exploded into her mouth. I felt the tightening of her throat on the tip of my cock as she swallowed. Religiously, she continued to stroke my cock, drawing every last drop of cum up into her mouth. When she pulled away, she gave the tip of my cock one last lick.

“Am I forgiven?” she asked coyly.

I pulled her up and held her by her neck as I tasted her lips. My tongue slid between her lips, tasting my own orgasm inside her mouth. I didn’t know how long we’d kissed, but it did feel like eternity and when we pulled away from each other, I realized just how eternity could feel so brief.

“Yes, Molly. You are forgiven.” I said. Running my fingers over her silky hair, I studied the face in front of me. God, Molly was really beautiful. Her eyes spoke volumes. Despite coming only recently, my cock soon found its former glory and erected back to its full form. I flipped her over, pulled her lacy panties away and then straddled her. My thick member rested against her puckered pussy. I felt the warmth, no, the heat, coming off of her pussy and that’s when I finally understood the term ‘in heat’.

“Slowly.” Molly muttered. “You are big.”

“I will.” I hissed and began undulating my hips. The tip of my cock glided along her wet crevice and settled at her moist opening. Poise to penetrate, I carefully eased myself into her. She tensed up almost immediately, her fingers dug into my back. But other than that, she didn’t not stop me.

“Are you okay?” I asked worryingly, fearing that I might have hurt her.

“It’s okay. Keep going.” she smiled lazily, her eyes fluttered with lust.

I proceeded, feeling more of her wrapping around my cock as I inched into her slick folds. When her soft pussy lips finally kissed the base of my cock, I let out a satisfying moan. Her pussy felt like heaven.

“You want to know one thing about me? Molly.” I asked in the exact same way she asked me.

“Yes.” she mewled.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck the shit out of your sweet pussy.” I whispered into her ears. Her pussy immediately clenched around my cock.

“Then fuck the shit out of my sweet pussy. Roger.” she moaned. Enough was said. I pulled back before I slammed my hips onto her, my cock rammed into her slick girly opening. “Yes. Roger.” she cried.

The softness enveloping my cock, the sweet friction along my shaft was electrifying. I eased myself out of her again before slamming my cock back inside her. Each violent motion sent electricity throughout my body. Each hard thrust drew me closer to another release.

“Your pussy feels so good.” I couldn’t help but to compliment.

“Then use it, Roger.” her fingers dug into my skin. “Use my pussy to come. I’m yours to use.”

The words were like fuel to a raging fire. My hips pummeled harder and my cock hammered into her soft flesh faster. God, I was going to come too soon if this went on. And then it would be over too quickly. But I couldn’t stop myself. I needed her. My cock needed her pussy.

“I’m coming. Molly.” I cried softly.

“I’m not protected.” she remarked urgently.

“Okay.” I moaned into her as I reminded myself to pull out.

“Roger.” she cried my name. “I will get pregnant.” she warned albeit not resolutely. It’s almost as if she wanted me to come inside her.

“I know.” I nodded, while my hips never stopped undulating, my cock never stopped sliding in and out of her. “I will pull out.”

“Okay.” she sighed. “I wish I could let you finish inside me.” she added and I almost came at the words.

“Next time.” I managed to utter without losing my control. I was so close to the edge, so near to an eventual end that would leave my seeds deep inside her fertile womb if I weren’t too careful. “I’m almost there.”

“Roger. Use my pussy. Come for me.” she moaned and I hastened at those words.

“Then milk my cock, Molly.” I needed to have a come back on her. “Milk…My…Cock…” I hissed one word at a time, each separated with a hard thrust into her pussy. And boy did she milk me. Her hips jerked forward. Oh God I was really near right now. I could feel the swell of my cum, building up at the base of my cock, ready to be unloaded. When my climax was just seconds away, I yanked my cock out, my hand quickly wrapped around it to keep the momentum going. And I stroke. I stroke hard and fast. My seeds surged through my cock, each long spurt of white warm cum shot into the air before landing on Molly’s chest.

“Roger. Yes. Roger.” Molly squealed in an erotic trance as she convulsed into an orgasm forged by her own fingers rubbing on her pussy.

As every drop of seed had been dispensed onto Molly’s chest, I collapsed onto her. Our body joined intimately, my cum smeared on her soft breasts and over her tight hard nipples. After a while, I decidedly asked.

“Do you like that?” I whispered tiredly into her ear.

“Yes. Roger. I love that.” she crooned into my neck, her lips nuzzled onto my skin. “I think I fell in love with you, Roger.”

“I think I already know that.” I replied and then took her lips once more.

When morning came, despite what little sleep I had, I felt lively. Hell, I felt rejuvenated. As Molly and I sat at the dining table, looking at each other with knowing smile, my parents went on about their business as usual, obviously unaware of the little escapade we’d pulled off yesterday.

“Molly, have some sausages.” my dad pushed the plate towards her.

“It’s okay, Mr. Angles. I’ve already had plenty.” then she cast me a knowing smile and I couldn’t say I didn’t understand her. She did get quite the ‘sausage’ last night.

“Morning.” My sister came to the kitchen rubbing a sore shoulder.

“Morning dear. What’s wrong with you? You looked terrible.” my mom observed. When I looked at my sister, I could see two very obvious eye bags under her lifeless eyes.

“For some strange reason…” she slumped onto the dining chair while staring pointedly at Molly and me, “I couldn’t sleep last night.”


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Forced Breeding

I didn’t know where I was when I woke up. Or how I ended up naked on a chair with my legs spread and tied over the armrests and wrists  shackled firmly to the backrest. My head felt heavy and my vision was blurry. My memory didn’t seem to be cooperative and I only vaguely remembered drinking a glass of wine offered by a gentleman at the dinner party.

I looked around hoping to find someone to help me out. When I saw no one, I attempted to call out but quickly realized my mouth was gagged. Without losing hope, I struggled with the restraints. I tried to free my wrists but to no avail. I tried to free my legs but the results were equally depressing. I was completely immobilized and helplessly exposed.

As I stayed there unable to move, I took in my surrounding. A pang of fear began to spread through my being as the gravity of the situation set in. The room, which looked more like an emptied storage, was scarcely furnished. The ceiling was bare and coated only with a layer of white paint. A single dim orange light bulb hung precariously above me, casting a moving shadow on the cement flooring as the bulb slowly swung back and forth.

In front of me was some form of mechanical implementation that I had never seen before. It looked like some kind of medical device, sleek and white, with a long shaft  jutting out from the side. A computer screen was mounted to the left upper corner of the implement and a panel with multiple electronic ports on the right corner. On the top of the implementation was a long glass tube with a digital display reading 95 degrees mounted at the base.

The door opened with a sickening screech. A woman dressed impeccably in a black cocktail dress walked in carrying a briefcase. I called out through the gag for her in hopes that she was here to get me out. She placed the briefcase on the floor and began operating the machine. I was becoming more suspicious when she consistently ignored my cries of distress. It hadn’t occurred to me that this woman might have something to do with me being here in the first place. My suspicion was soon confirmed when she turned to me with a sickening smile plastered on her face.

A spark of memory flashed back and I remembered her. She was the woman I’d been socializing most of the time during the party. The smile she was wearing then was warm and friendly. Now, she was sneering.

In her hand now were a bunch of wires, each with a white sticky pad at the end. She plugged one wire out from the bundle and gently adhered the pad onto my chest. I scowled at her, desperately seeking some answers as to why I was here and naked and bound. Scowling turned to glaring when two pads found refuge on my inner thighs and another two right above my bare sex.

I trailed my eyes along the wires and my eyes soon landed on the panel on the implementation in front of me. The woman, who I soon remembered as Terry, installed the last pad and turned on the machine. The computer screen lit up and after the loading was completed, the screen displayed a detailed information of my vitals. Multiple graphs zigzagged up and down as the value of my vital fluctuated.

“Please try to stay calm.” Terry advised snidely. “This is not even the worst yet.”

My heart rate soared through the roof. I struggled violently in hopes to escape but I was unable to. The chair was as sturdy as the restraints and I didn’t even budged an inch despite the enormous effort I put it.

Terry picked up the briefcase from the ground and placed it on my stomach. She opened the briefcase and showed me its content. There were three items. A thermos, a tiny bottle of clear liquid, and a very thick acrylic cylinder with a narrow tube along the shaft. One end of the cylinder was blunt and polished.

She picked up the thermos and went to the machine. She opened the cap at the tip of the glass tube and emptied the content of the thermos into it. White viscous liquid gradually filled up the glass tube to the brink. She came back with the empty thermos and placed it back into the briefcase before taking the tiny bottle.

“This will keep them healthy and alive for a long time.” she said cryptically as she poured the liquid into the glass tube. She came back to me and tossed the empty bottle into the briefcase. She grabbed the final item and dipped it into the white slurry before stirring the mixture. Once she was satisfied, she capped back the glass tube and came to me with the slurry-covered acrylic cylinder.

Without giving me any warning, she pressed the cylinder into my pussy. I tried to back away from the thing but I couldn’t. Even as I trashed, Terry continued to push. The slippery tip gradually slipped into me and the rest of it went in easily.

“Stubborn pussy.” she cooed.

She pulled the cylinder out of me and mounted it on to the extruding shaft. When she flipped a switch, a whirring sound permeated through the still air. The shaft moved, driving the acrylic cylinder back and forth at a sedated pace before stopping at the flip of the switch again. Grabbing the machine by the corner, she maneuvered it until the acrylic cylinder was poise at my pussy. She then flipped the switch, resuming the periodic motion of the shaft.

I could only watched in horror as the cylinder pried its way into me and softly fucking my pussy. I tried to ignore the pleasure it gave as I focused on the humiliation of this depraved situation. I jerked against the restraints and cursed through the gag at the woman standing in front of me.

“Safe your strength. You will need it.” she remarked. When she’s done marveling at the degrading state I was in, she leaned forward and looked me into my eye. “Each time you come, that machine over there is going to squeeze some of that white stuff through this dildo and into your pussy.”

Goosebump plagued my skin as I eyed the suspicious white liquid on the clear tube. Looking at the digital display again, I made a startling connection. I swallowed in horror and looked at the woman in disbelief. There’s just now way she could get that much of it, could she?

“A little present from the gentlemen at the party.” she planted a little smile on my head. “You did say you want to have a baby.”

She headed to the machine and turned a knob. The dildo moved way faster than before, stimulating my pussy beyond what I could ignore. I pleaded at the woman as she walked towards the door.

“I’ll see you later.” she said before turning the light off.

I struggled once more, putting every last breath into it to no avail. In the end, I couldn’t do anything but to await for my orgasm to be ripped from me. At each forceful orgasm, a volley of fresh warm spunk was injected right into my fertile pussy, filling up my ripe womb.

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Mistress in the Making 8

The recurring alarm I set on my phone for the weekdays woke me up. I swore this ringtone  was never this annoying before. I grabbed the parading device and ended the nuisance it made with a thumb slide on the screen. Then, I dropped the phone onto the ground.

I had school today. Figures. But my body simply didn’t have the will to rise from the bed. It wasn’t the lack of sleep that gravitated me to the solace of my mattress. It was the debilitating guilt that weighted me down as if a massive piece of concrete was sitting on my chest.

A stray tear rolled down my cheek. Then, another tear followed. And another.

Memories of what I did to Laura came back to haunt me like a wronged poltergeist. It was relentless as it was suffocating. I placed my arm over my eyes as the guilt-induced sorrow ripped through my body in gasping sobs.

Why didn’t I notice it earlier? The question plagued my conscience and strangled my morality.

I remembered Laura’s bellowing cries. I remembered how those cries excited me more that I would admit. I remembered how the cries made me wanted to rip more out of her. The cries of delight, as I first thought. Nothing sounded better than the shrill voice of my sister punctuated the secret room. Only after a minute did I register the distress reverberating in those cries. By the time I had removed her gag, half suspecting she was joking with me, it was already too late.

“My leg! My leg!” the words came back to me. “Ahhhh…my leg! Cramp! Ahhh…”

I shuddered and curled tighter under the sheet. My heart cringed at the memory of the spasm on Laura’s right thigh. I almost thought her leg would simply snap under all those strain. I must have looked like a clueless idiot then, gawking in fear with no bearing of what to do.

When I wanted to untie her leg, I only made the rope tighter by pulling on the wrong end. More precious time was wasted. When I wanted to cut the rope, there wasn’t any tool in the room that would do the trick. Another wasted minutes there. Out of option, I ran back up to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and went back to Laura. Even that took a few seconds. When I wanted to cut the rope, the pathetically blunt knife barely able to tear out a few meager strands.

“Hurry! Layla!” Laura screamed in pain.

“Fuck!” I threw the knife to the ground and went back up to my room where I kept a pair of scissors in the drawer.

By the time I came back down to the secret room, Laura’s face was as pale as moonlight. She was no longer screaming, or thrashing…she was no longer doing anything.

“Laura?” I rushed to her with the scissors. I quickly cut the ropes tying her limbs, starting with the rope around her right ankle. The ropes were more robust than I expected and took me quite a bit of strength to cut them.

“Laura?” I asked again, my voice thick with desperation and fear, hoping against all odds that she was fine.

There was no response. Laura’s eyes were half closed, her pupil rolling around as if she couldn’t focus her sight. Her lips were quivering and her body trembling. Cold sweat beaded her forehead.

“Laura?” I called to her again.

No response.

And that was when I knew something terrible had happened to Laura. Without a choice, I called aunt Mary. The following event was a blur, a mangled mess of memories. I vaguely remembered it didn’t take long for aunt Mary to come back home. She made a few phone calls. She dressed up Laura with loose pajamas she brought down to the basement. Then, she carried her out to her car. I simply followed behind as I didn’t know what to do.

Thinking back what happened yesterday eradicated any hope for me to resume my sleep. I simply lied on bed, hoping that aunt Mary would soon come in and tell me to go to school. She always did that when I slept through my alarm. Perhaps using that opportunity to apologize to everything that had happened.

The morning sun rose above the horizon, casting its very first glimmer of light through the window blinds. I turned to the digital clock and it was already nine forty. My heart sank. Aunt Mary didn’t not come.

Reluctantly, I crawled out of my bed and went down stairs. I went straight to the kitchen since that’s where aunt Mary would in the morning. But instead of finding her, I found a plate containing a piece of toast and a fried sunny side up. I went to check for her car and it was not at the curb.

I dropped onto the couch and I let out a sigh. Pulling up my knees, I hugged them tightly against my chest. I felt my heart cracked, for my aunt to ignore me to this extend. I had never been in so much trouble that aunt Mary shunted herself from me.

I tipped over and stretched my body out along the couch. I eyed at the walls absentmindedly. There’s nothing I could do now, is there? The damage in the family’s relationship. It was like a fracture in our family that could never be repaired. Will we ever be the same again?




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Mistress in the Making – Phase 7

I didn’t remember how it turned out like this. Everything seemed fine just hours ago. I looked at my trembling hands as I sat on a leather couch that smelled of fresh polish. The lighting in this room was dim, which was good because I didn’t want anyone to see my face. My head was kept low, out of the sight of the people walking around me.

The soft music played at the back did nothing to sooth my troubled heart. The light chatter of the people around only made it harder for me to breath. The shimmering chandelier the size of a mini cooper hung overhead provided no light to clear the darkness in my shattered heart. The exquisite art pieces and posh carpet faded to the background like they were nothing worth to be admired and adored.

Tears were running down my cheeks and I allowed them to meet at the tip of my chin before dripping off onto my jeans. The tears reminded me of the time when the news of mum and dad came. It reminded me of the looks on their face as they smiled brightly at Laura and me before leaving the house for the very last time and to their eventual deaths.

“You take care of your big sister, Layla.” my mother’s words resonated within me as I remembered our final moment together. Her hands were soft against my face and the kiss on my face was the single most precious memory I had of her.

They always knew I was more responsible than my sister and even though Laura was older than me, I had never failed to assume the position to be the one in charge. At least until Laura turned nineteen and began mixing with those wretched friends of hers.

But the fact remained, I was still the responsible one. I was entrusted to take care of my sister and to care for her well-being. I shouldn’t have let my aunt peruse Laura as if she was a sex slave. I shouldn’t even participate in the ridiculousness. I should have noticed the pain Laura endured sooner. I should have known how to untie those ropes, or even learned to untie them first before even doing anything to her. And most of all I shouldn’t have pushed her that much.

But my sadistically inclined lust commanded me like a misguided general leading his army into an abysmal end. I thought I knew best. I thought I couldn’t have done anything wrong.

I was wrong.

“How is she?” I heard my aunt asked softly. The couch shifted as she stood up. A pair of feet came into my view.

“She’s fine. The muscle tear is serious but the damage should heal. She strained her tendon too but I didn’t think it is anything too serious.” a man, addressed by my aunt as Rowan and a friend of hers I presumed, informed with a wry tone.

“That’s good. Any long term effect?” my aunt asked.

“No. But she will have to rest for a few days so that the muscles can heal properly. And she needs to stay off of any heavy activity for at least six weeks.” he stressed on the words ‘heavy activity’ and that told me he might know of aunt Mary’s sadomasochistic endeavors.

“Alright. I understand.” my aunt’s voice was defeated, almost as if she was embarrassed to say anything further.

“I’ll get prescribe her some painkillers for the pain and anti-histamine for the swelling. I’ll keep monitoring her for now and if she develops fever, we may have to admit her.”the man added, sounding exactly like a doctor. I chanced a glance at him.

Rowan was a man in his thirties, straight cut hair, wearing spectacle, pink shirt and black pants, the sleeve folded up until his mid arm. He looked like he could be working in a pediatric department with that nice, cleanly shaven, approachable and friendly face.

“Thanks Rowan.” Aunt Mary gave a curt nod. “Can I see her now?”

“She’s asleep. I gave her sedative to sleep through the pain and stop her from moving too much. The first few hours are crucial for a good recovery ahead. She won’t be waking anytime soon. You might want to head back home and rest first. She should wake the next morning.” Rowan explained.

“I see. Well, I guess I’ll head back first.”

My heart raced. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to leave this place, the place where I could find solace and hide from reality, from the coming retribution I so well deserved, from the disappointed look on aunt Mary’s face. It’s like I was a five year old once more, waiting to be given an earful at the dining table for breaking a vase.

“Mer,” the man said, his voice laden uncertainty. “This never happened before. I thought you’re always careful.”

“I know.” Aunt Mary sighed solemnly.

“Is it because…” the man trailed off.

“No, it has nothing to do with her being my niece.” my aunt snapped.

“I’m sorry.” the man apologized sincerely. “But people aren’t taking it lightly that you turned your niece into a sub. It’s taboo and all, you know.”

“If a prosecutor can be tied and fucked by the defendant that she was supposed to prosecute a few days later within these walls, I can’t see how our relationship is any worse.” aunt Mary remarked pointedly.

“You have a point.” Rowan sighed and shook his head.

“Besides, this place embraces taboos. It is where people go to satisfy their darkest fantasies without being scorn by society. You, as I recalled, fucked two of your patients at the same time a few days ago at room number seven.”

I suddenly felt really out of place as I reluctantly listened to their conversation. Then, something they said hit me. Could this place be the club aunt Mary told Laura?

In fact, I had been thinking for quite a while now. Why didn’t aunt Mary bring Laura to the hospital. Why bring her to some posh club that seemed nothing to do with healthcare and more to do with rich people burning money for the wrong things. And now I realized why.

Hospital staff asked too many questions. Questions that would lead to an insurmountable trouble for aunt Mary if answered. It would only be wise to bring Laura to the club and seek medical treatment from a doctor that wasn’t a stranger to taboos and understood the incestuous relationship that would otherwise be frowned upon.

“Layla.” aunt Mary’s voice startled me, pulling me away from my thoughts. “Time to go.”

Aunt Mary drove silently on the road as I rode shotgun, equally as quiet as she was. I hazarded a glance and instantly regretted it. Her face was strained. An unspoken disappointment was written all over her face. Cringing, I turned to the window and stared absentmindedly at the white marking on the road.

The car suddenly cut into a driveway and jerked to a stop. I heard the door unlocked and aunt Mary went out of the car. The door was slammed shut and it felt like a kick to my stomach. I bit my lips and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop myself from crying again.

God, it was terrible. I would have felt better if aunt Mary had just screamed at me. I would even be grateful if she would slap me across the face. In fact, anything would be fine. Any retribution would be welcomed. Anything except this silence. The silence that was etching at my heart and exacerbating the guilt I felt.

Aunt Mary hadn’t said a thing to me since Rowan went into the room to examine Laura. Except for the four words – Laura, Time to go. The words were cold and indifferent, as if she was saying it because she didn’t have any other choice.

When the driver’s door opened, I heard the crumpling noise of polystyrene bag. I didn’t turn to see what she had bought because I was scare to look her in the eyes. The eyes of disappointment and regret, anger and resignation…the eyes that no longer see me as the sweet niece she had always thought I was.

I heard the bag being tossed to the backseat haphazardly. Then, there’s a popping sound as if a cork was yanked out of a champagne bottle. The smell of alcohol immediately hit me and I turned to my aunt. To my horror, she was taking a swig off a bottle of wine. Every inch of my nerve prickled with worry. My heart clenched as she took another long swig. She had never taken alcohol like that before. She always drank them off a cup. And most of all, she never drank when she drives.

“Aunt Mary?” I muttered nervously.

“Don’t speak.” she spat and took another swig. “Hold this.” she handed me the bottle of wine and then gunned the engine.

As she drove, I took the task between passing her the bottle when she needed it and checking the vicinity for cops. I never liked the idea of drunk driving since my parents were killed by an idiot whom thought he could drive a FWD with an alcohol concentration seventeen times the legal limit in his blood.

But with the predicament at hand, I didn’t raise any objection. I did the only thing I could, checking for cops, passing her the bottle, and be wary of any car in front of us that we might accidentally hit.

We reached our home , much to my relief, without any incident. Aunt Mary killed the engine, snatched the bottle away from my hand and left the car while I was still sitting there not knowing what to do. I watched her climbed the steps one unsteady step at a time and when she reached the door, she clumsily fished her bag for the key. The alcohol clearly had taken effect. When she got in, she left the door wide open and disappeared into the house.

Reluctantly, I stepped out of the car and went into the house. When I reached the living room, aunt Mary had just walked out of the kitchen. The bottle was still in her hand.

“You dinner in on the table.” she said coldly before heading upstairs. I watched her lumbered up the steps before turning to a corner. Finally, I heard the door shut. The sound punctured my heart and I broke down and began crying.

After emptying my tear ducts for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, I closed the front door. I made a point to lock it since the last thing I wanted was a burglar slipping in to our house. I went to the kitchen next and when I saw what was on the table, my heart cringed. I felt queasy as I looked at my dinner. It was a piece of cake.

My favorite cake, Dark Forest. The piece of cake that aunt Mary had promised to buy for me because she thought I felt left behind. Because she didn’t know that I had lied to her. The cake that reminded me of my stupidity and the cruelty Laura suffered and the agony she had to endure for the following weeks.

I dragged the chair dejectedly and took a seat. There’s a tiny plastic fork in the box. I picked it up and fork a piece of the confectionery to my mouth. I slowly chewed and rolled the cake around my tongue. The cream didn’t taste sweet. I forked another piece. The chocolate tasted bitter. I forked the strawberry. The little fruit was bland. This was the first time a cake had tasted so disgustingly horrid to me. But I kept eating since I didn’t really know what else I could be doing.

Aunt Mary did not come out of her room ever since she was back. The house felt really empty, even more empty than before. The subtle warmth that had developed over the years of sweet memories was replaced with a frigid silence. The silence that reminded me of my mistake, singeing my heart with guilt.

When I hit the bed, I cried as I thought for hours how I could reverse the time and do things right. Stop aunt Mary from doing the things she did to Laura. Stop my sister from befriending the wrong kinds of friends. Stop myself from becoming what I had become. A sadist. An unforgivable sadist. Finally, stop my parents from going on that trip that took their life.

I wanted to start over again.

But that’s impossible.

Sleep didn’t come easily that night.

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Mistress in the Making Phase 6

Chapter 6

When I woke up, Laura was not in the room. I quickly scuttled off my bed. My pussy ached and reminded me of the few special hours I had with Laura last night and I smiled.

“Yeah. That.” I fluffed my semi-tangled hair and still couldn’t believe I actually fooled around with my sister. Well, ‘fool around’ would be an understatement.

I went down to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. As I drank the much needed fluid, I took a glanced around the house. It was empty. I was expecting to see my aunt or my sister or both of them somewhere around. I walked to the window and looked into the curb and sure enough my aunt’s car wasn’t there.

A thought cross my mind. If my aunt wasn’t in the house, could my sister be in the basement? A knowing grin tugged at my lips. I went back to my room to get a bobby pin and came back down. A quick pick at the lock and the door was unlocked, much to my horror that I could pick a lock this quickly of course.

I walked down to the basement without the usual practiced discretion. My sister knew I knew and my aunt wasn’t here. So there wasn’t any point to be discreet. Once I got down there, I went behind the stairs and removed the cleverly placed boxes, revealing the hidden wooden panel that led to the secret room.

A soft moan permeating through the air as soon as the panel was lifted up. My supposedly satisfied sexual desire was reignited instantly. I felt a familiar heat swelling between my legs. My cheek flushed, a reaction I didn’t expect since I should have overcome my embarrassment of my little voyeuristic indulgence. Nevertheless, it wasn’t an unwelcome feeling.

When I reached the lower basement, my lungs deflated at the spectacle in front of me. Laura was on the bed, splayed to a spread-eagle posture. Her limbs were pulled taunt to the bedposts by a series of ropes. She was blindfolded and gagged, helplessly writhing on the bed. Between her spread legs was a box I vaguely recognized. After a moment, I realized it was the same box that had driven a dildo into Laura’s pussy a few days ago.

I walked closer to my immobile sister. The closeness allowed a better view of Laura’s body as well as the glass dildo gliding in and out of her lazily. At least a good three quarter of the dildo was coated with Laura’s juice when the dildo came out of her. Then, the cycle was repeated, the tip of the dildo eased forward. Laura’s pussy puckered, stretched and then engulfed the thick tip. Inch by inch, the dildo burrowed deeper until her pussy lips grazed the faint boundary of the wet portion and the dry. It went on and on, slow and sedated, mechanical and indifferent, as I stood there and watched.

“Layla?” I heard my sister mumbled through the gag.

As if snapping out of a dream, I jumped.

“Yes, I’m here.” I said nervously. My face was equally red as hers.

“My gag.” she mumbled breathlessly. I didn’t get her the first time, but when she repeated three more times, I grabbed hold on the belt on each side and yanked the gag away from her mouth.

“That’s better.” my sister let out a shuddery sigh.

I watched her swallowing and gave her jaw a good stretch. Since she already knew I was here, I went for her blindfold as well. As soon as my fingers grazed her cheeks, she jerked away and blushed deeper in red.

“No, no. That one stays.” she muttered shyly. Her embarrassment made me grin amusingly.

“Ah, I see.” I chuckled understandingly.

If I was tied in such a humiliating posture with a dildo taking its sweet time fucking my pussy as if it had all the time in the whole, I wouldn’t want to look at someone’s eyes too. Particularly if I knew that person.

“Where did aunt Mary go?” I asked and looked around the room.

Without the need to be discreet anymore, I was able to focus on my surrounding rather than where I should put my foot. I saw several modernized implements of torture. A metal stock. A well lacquered chair with two protruding devices on the seat. A Spanish donkey, an implement that was recently made known to me through the hours of surfing the wrong side of the internet. The more I looked, the more my pussy throbbed in anticipation. Could I use them? Could I make someone to use them?

“I…I don’t know.” Laura’s shrill voice pulled me away from my lecherous thoughts.

“Did she say when she’ll be back?” I added.

“She never tells me when she’ll be back.” she pouted, a little resentment peppered her voice. “And I hate not knowing!” she added before shuddering and tugging the ropes.

“Okay. You seem distressed.” I remarked with a laugh.

“You won’t be laughing if you are here. Ugh!” My sister grunted. “It’s driving me crazy. I can’t come!”

I turned my attention to her pussy again. The redness was palpable. I could even smell her arousal from where I was standing. If that wasn’t enough to tell me that Laura wanted to come, the moist spot on the bed sheet underneath her pussy certainly did.

“You want me to speed it up?” I asked helpfully.

“No! Don’t! I mustn’t come.” she pressed herself onto the bed and let out a resigned sigh.

“Ah.” . Her words from last night came back to me. “So, aunt Mary doesn’t allow you to come?”

“Fuck!” Laura shuddered again. I thought she didn’t hear me until she finally said, “Oh God, even if she allows me to come, I still couldn’t.” she mewled.

“I can see why.” I remarked before licking my dry lips. That dildo was moving too slowly to give any tangible stimulation. It’s constant benign presence only served as a tease more than salvation. My pussy moistened at that thought; to put someone so close to the fruit of pleasure, yet never truly giving it.

“Can you…can you turn it off?” she groaned and shifted uncomfortably.

I looked at the box and it didn’t take long for me to spot the three dials and a glowing red on/off switch on the top. The three dials were indicated by white lettering at the bottom; Speed. Depth. Vibration. And the settings were one, five and zero respectively.

“I guess I can.” I said suggestively. My fingers clutched on the ‘Speed’ dial and turned the setting to ‘two’. The change was immediate. The dildo moved faster.

“Layla.” Laura cried hysterically. Her voice sent an electrifying thrill down my spine and my core erupted with lust.

“What?” I asked innocently and turned the dial to ‘three’.

Laura jerked against the restraints. An animalistic grunt escaped from her throat. “Layla! W-what are you doing?”

“You made me come four times yesterday. I thought I should return the favor.” and click, the dial was turned to ‘four’.

“Stop! Layla! Please sto- I’m-I’m coming!” she shrieked as her body tensed to an arc.

I flipped the switch, instantly killing the engine. The dildo ran through two complete cycles before coming to a complete stop. Laura jerked and then slammed the back of her head onto the pillow a few times in frustration.

“Ugh! Layla you bitch!” Laura cursed angrily. And I meant angrily. She practically spat the words out.

Ignoring her crudeness, I turned the dial back to one and flipped the switch the other way. The engine whined softly, pushing the dildo forward. I watched Laura gritted her teeth when the tip of the dildo sank slowly into her reluctant pussy.

“Is that how you address your mistress?” I asked pointedly.

At the sound of my stern voice, Laura blushed and shook her head. A long salacious moan came out of her as she writhed. Playing my part, I pinched Laura’s right nipple and tugged it hard.

“Are you dumb? Or do I have to do something with that wet pussy of yours to make you talk?”

“No.” Laura exhaled.

“No what?” I tugged harder.

“No mistress.” she corrected.

“Good.” By the time I let go of her nipple, both nubs were already hardened.

My lips couldn’t stop grinning. I had never expected being in control of someone’s arousal could be so… invigorating. Was this what aunt Mary had felt when she delivered the punishments?

Without hesitation, I pulled down my pants and panties in one fluid movement. I stepped out of the pile of discarded garment and climbed onto the bed. My feet flanked Laura’s head and as soon as got a firm footing on the soft mattress, I squatted. My pussy was pressed against Laura’s lips. There was a gasp, then a small hesitation, followed by a sniff. Finally, her tongue took refuge in my wet folds.

“Yes.” I murmured. My fingers pressed on my clitoris and began moving in a circular motion. My hips slowly undulated, grinding my damped pussy on Laura’s suckling mouth and slithering tongue.

The heat on my neck rose and sweat began to drench my shirt. I pulled it over my head and tossed it haphazardly to the side. My bra shared the same fate as well and joined the rest of my garment on the floor.

Completely lost in arousal, I leaned forward and nestled my nose on Laura’s pussy. The musky scent pushed my arousal to an even higher state. My tongue darted to her wetness and I finally tasted my sister’s pussy.

“Oh mistress. Thank you mistress.” Laura said between licks.

I parted her labia further to seek out her clitoris. It didn’t take long for me to find the red engorged nub. I mouthed over it and began to suck, my tongue darted forward and tasted the delicious bundle of nerves. Laura’s thighs tensed out of the corner of my eyes. She was clearly enjoying this little activity as much as I did.

My nose burrowed between her folds, drowning myself in her scent. Despite the dildo’s constant movement of driving into Laura’s pussy tirelessly, it didn’t become a distraction. In fact, it only exacerbated my arousal as I watched the helpless pussy engulfed the thick length over and over again.

“Yes.” I heard my own voice saying. “That’s it. Keep going.”

My tongue limped back into my mouth. My vision blurred. The room, the furniture, Laura, the bed…everything fell away. A surge of heat rushed through my body as if a warm summer wind had course through me. My body trembled. My lungs froze, locked in a fluctuating pulse of short gasp. My heart leaped to my throat as I grunted. Nothing seemed to matter anymore as an orgasm was ripped out of my body, shattering my very sanity.

And I collapsed onto the side.

“Holy shit, Laura. That’s amazing.” I hissed and pushed myself away from her.

“Thank you mistress.” Laura gasped shyly.

When I moved away from the bed and picked up my clothes, Laura let out a soft whimper.

“What’s the matter?” I asked worriedly, fearing that I might have accidentally hit her when my body convulsed during the orgasm.

“Mistress, I still haven’t come yet.” she added desperately.

A grin cracked on my face. “But didn’t you say you mustn’t come, Laura?” I  reminded her.

“Please, mistress. I need to come.” Laura shifted uncomfortably, the ropes tightened around the bed post as she tugged against them.

I gave her an pitied look. It didn’t seem fair for me to have my orgasm while Laura hadn’t. She did do a good job giving me yet another mind blowing orgasm and I wasn’t the kind that didn’t repay the kindness of others.

But then again, I wasn’t the one being tied.

“Well, I don’t know.” I shrugged noncommittally. “I didn’t want to get you in trouble.” I added and cast her a lopsided grin.

“Please. Just once.” she pleaded.

“Well, I guess you deserve it.” I chuckled and turned the dial to ‘two’.

“Emmm…” Laura moaned.

Out of the scale of ten, two wasn’t any more stimulating than one. There’s still plenty more to go and I wasn’t planning on making it easy for her. I was sadistically inclined after all. Smiling, I switched to position three and watched as Laura’s expression changed. She was enjoying it, clearly oblivious to what I had in mind for her.

I switched to position four and a wry smile curled on Laura’s lips.

I switched to position five and a soft moan rippled out of her lips.

And I flipped the switch to off.

“Mistress?!” the horror in Laura’s face was priceless as it was liberating.


Unable to distinguish if I was just playing her or simply doing my part as her mistress, Laura eyed me through the blindfold. Even without seeing her eyes, I could tell she was frightened of and confused at my current disposition. I used the opportunity to pull her gag back up to her mouth.

“I don’t think I should let you come.” I whispered into her ear, my voice so thick with sadistic promises even I was alarmed.

Turning the dial back to one, I flipped the switch to the ‘on’ position once again. The dildo once again moved forward sluggishly, penetrating the gaping pussy one slow inch at a time, teasing the soft pink flesh to the edge without any possible reprieve of orgasmic release.

“I’ll be right back.” I said as I pecked a light kiss on her cheek.

After putting on my clothes, I went back up stairs, putting everything back to place and locking the basement door just in case, and darted to my room. I had been in the secret room for quite a while and without knowing when my aunt would be back would mean certain risk of her walking in on me. So I called her with my cellphone. She picked up after two tone and asked what’s the problem.

“Where are you?” I asked innocently. “And Laura too.” I quickly added.

“We are at the mall, shopping for the stuff Laura will need for her college.”

Yeah, right. The college. The one with chains and whips?

“So when are you two coming back?” I asked, ignoring my sarcastic inner voice.

“Around four.” she said. “Why?”

“Nothing, really. I was getting lonely and wondering why I was left behind.” I pouted as I fibbed.

Aunt Mary chuckled and I knew she swallowed my bullshit right off the spoon. “I’ll get you a cake.”

“You better.” I said sternly. “See you.”

“See you too.”

I killed the connection and stuffed the phone into my pocket. My lips couldn’t help but to smile. It’s only half past noon now. With a smug smile, I strode confidently back to the secret room with a head full of ideas that I should repulsive of myself. But I didn’t.

And that would be one of my biggest mistake.

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Mistress in the Making – Phase 3, 4, 5

Chapter 3

When I got back home after school, with half my mind still on whether I should tell my aunt about my little voyeurism and sadistic tendencies, my jaw fell off as I saw my sister, Laura, preparing food in the kitchen. My aunt was standing beside her, chopping up some vegetables on the kitchen counter. I stood there like an idiot, staring at both of them whom clearly had no idea that I was aware of their sadomasochistic proclivities.

“Hi, Layla. How are you?” my sister greeted me with the most enthusiastic voice I’ve ever heard. My aunt looked up and smiled to acknowledge my presence.

“Hey.” I uttered awkwardly, staring at my sister prancing in the kitchen as if nothing had happened. At that instance, I was almost convinced that everything I saw down in the basement for days was only a figment of my imagination.

“Something’s wrong? Layla?” My aunt asked as she saw me gawking.

“Nothing.” I shook my head. “How’s the interview?” I promptly asked my sister.

“Great.” she turned to the counter, obviously deliberately trying to avoid eye contact. I knew it when my sister lied. She sucked at it.

“Oh. Have they accepted you?” I pried further. Instantly, the sound of the plate crashing to the ground ranged across the room. The sound startled me. My sister quickly bent down to retrieve the broken pieces before aunt stopped her. I could see just how pale she was, but I wasn’t sure which was the real cause, my seemingly harmless question, or the fact that she’d broken a plate.

“Don’t worry about it. Go and sit.” my aunt said with a hint of authority. My sister shot up from the ground and went for the seat without question. She sat down quietly by the counter. She was shivering in fear.

“I’m sorry.” she muttered softly, almost so weak i thought she could collapse at any moment.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” I snapped. She quickly looked at aunt Mary, whom was busy cleaning out the broken glass, before staring back at her fingers like an errant child who was caught painting the walls with crayons.

I can’t believe what I saw. My aunt actually had tamed the most vicious lioness of all time. I had never seen Laura so apologetic, so demure, so…submissive. If i didn’t know about the basement secret, i would have probably thought that she had been possessed or hit her head too hard. But since i knew what had actually gone down, it was terrifying to see how much she had changed. It was like a completely different person. And it hurt quite a bit to see her like that.

I quickly held her cold hands and drew them to my laps as I sat beside her. “Are you hurt?” I asked compassionately as if I was talking to a sobbing five year old.

“No.” she mumbled. I snapped to my aunt grudgingly, not so much on the things she did, but damn her for not at least telling Laura that it wasn’t her fault. The fault was mine.

Despite the fact that my sister can be an asshole at some point, seeing her like this was making me uncomfortable, almost guilty. I couldn’t believe that I actually thought everything my aunt did was rather amazing instead of sickening. Maybe it was, since she did make the queen of the jungle into a docile little kitten. It confused my conscience even more. I don’t even know what is right and what is wrong anymore.

“Are you okay?” I caressed her cheek tenderly with my finger.

“Yes.” her lips curled a weak smile.

“Dinner is ready.” my aunt said nonchalantly while landing two plates of grilled beef and veges on the table. She turned back to the counter to retrieve hers before returning to the dining table to join us.

“Eat.” she said after she sat down. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that she’s commanding my sister. Despicable as it might be, i thought i should test it out my sister’s new gained compliance.

“Laura, it’s been a long time since we hanged out, want to go shopping?” I asked as cheerfully as I could possibly feign while trying to enjoy the scrumptious dinner.

“Uhmm…” she uttered nervously before turning her head to my aunt, whom was chewing her salad quietly. Wow…just wow.

A week before, Laura would have jumped on the wagon without hesitation. Hell, she would have voiced out all the shops she would want to visit and the stuff she might want to buy. It would take an hour before she would shut up about it.

“You still need to pack your stuff for college, don’t you?” my aunt asked flatly.

“Yes.” my sister affirmed and turned to me.

God, could Laura be more obvious. It was clear as day. She was under Aunt Mary’s control. I wondered if Aunt Mary was threatening Laura. If that wasn’t the case, Laura wouldn’t have been this obedient and compliant. God, what had Aunt Mary threatened Laura with? A week down in the basement? A month? A year? Or was she threatening her with the lewd tortures she administered these past few days.

“Aww…I promise to help her out.” I pleaded my aunt deceitfully, “Please, aunt Mary, can we go shopping?” I added to test their limit.

“Laura is very busy, Layla. Give her a break.” aunt Mary smiled forcefully. I could see those ‘pissed off’ frowns on her forehead. A clear indication that I should back off.

“Oh well. I guess we will go out next time.” I brushed off the topic and continued eating my dinner.

Half way through the meal, I noticed the growing awkward silence. They might pretend not to be affected by the unbearable silence shrouding the dining room, and I could sense the unspoken conversation happening between the control and the controlled.

“So, when are you going to college?” i restarted the topic once more.

“Erm…next week Wednesday.” she muffled uncertainly.

“Cool. What are you majoring in?” BDSM… i answered in my mind sarcastically.

“Erm…” she stuttered. I could see that she’s beginning to panic. Lying to me was my sister’s worst skill. She knew I could see right through her.

“Psychology.” my aunt answered just in time for me to not get suspicious, or so she thought, which my sister then gladly said yes. What a bunch of liars!

“What are you planning to do this week then? You still have around 4 days.” i waved my half eaten piece of broccoli at  her.

Her head instinctively turned to my aunt, as if the answer was written on her face, and then turned back to me. “I don’t know.”

“We can always go shopping.” there, I did it again, resurfacing the dreaded topic. Silence hit the dining table instantly. I held my breath and watched as Laura and my aunt struggled to find a way to keep me out from the secret. It infuriated me even more when my sister kept looking at my aunt for answers. I wanted to just stand up and tell them that I know everything they did, but i didn’t.

“You can go shopping tomorrow.” my aunt sighed. Immediately, a very sincere smile appeared on my sister’s face.

“Really?” she almost jumped out of her seat.

“Yes.” aunt said without looking at us.

“Wow. Great.” I deliberately clapped ceremoniously .

“Thank you, mas…” Laura clasped her mouth. “I mean, thank you Aunt Mary.”

I ignored Laura’s slip of her tongue. Instead, I began thinking of my aunt’s special lessons she gave Laura down in the basement. A very unusual turn of events indeed. Laura thanking my aunt for letting her out? I didn’t think that would even be possible.

Aunt Mary really did turn Laura into a submissively obedient girl. And to my surprise, I was actually angry about it. I wanted to scream at my aunt for changing Laura. Laura was a confident and bright girl before all of this.

I wanted to grab my aunt’s collar and yell at her to give me back the old Laura. And then, I wanted to slap myself for not only condoning the actions in the past few days, but also enjoying watching them too.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night. I tossed and turned in my bed but it didn’t help me getting any sleep soon. My guilt was eating me from within. When I thought back about everything that had happened to my sister and how I failed to inform the authority of a sexual abuse, my heart cringed. And to think that I wanted the same thing for Amanda, my best friend…God, I was an awful person.

“Laura?” I muttered into the dark room, hoping that she’s still awake despite the odd hour displayed on the digital clock.

“Yeah?” she responded with an uncertain voice that reflected mine.

“Did something happen?” I asked vaguely, fearing that if I put in too much details, she would suspect I knew. The last thing I wanted now was for my sister to know how I could have helped her but didn’t. At least not now. Now, I wanted only one thing. I wanted to help her to get rid of my aunt.

“No.” she lied. “Why?”

“You seem…” I paused as I thought up a better word than ‘submissive’. “…different.”

After a long pause, I heard her shifting in her bed. And then, there’s a soft audible sigh. “I uhm…learned a lot during the interview.”

Interview? You mean being fucked six ways to Sunday by Aunt Mary? I rolled my eyes, but decidedly not to say anything since that would make her suspicious of my involvement, or lack thereof. As the silence stretched, she finally let out another sigh.

“I uhm…” she struggled to complete the sentence.

“I will always be there for you, Laura.” I didn’t know why I said that, but I said it nonetheless. “If there’s anything I can help, I will.”

I had all the clips saved in my laptop. Yes, it would definitely be awkward and suspicious describing how I got those and kept those…but if it would be the evidence needed to put Aunt Mary away and save Laura, then I would bring it to the authorities.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Layla.” she chuckled lightly. “I’m fine.”

You are not fine! I screamed inwardly. Being locked up in the basement and fucked into a submissive slave by your aunt were not something to be fine about.

“I uh…sort of…found myself” she finally said.

I sprang up from the bed. “What do you mean?”

“It’s hard to explain.” she muttered. “We should sleep now.”

Without much things to say, I lied back on the bed and decided to let it be. For now anyways. I would ask her tomorrow, when we’re out and in the safety of the public.

Chapter 4

The mall was packed since it was a Saturday. After Aunt Mary dropped us off, Laura suggested that we go to a nearby coffee shop and began the day with a healthy dose of caramel latte and soy milk coffee.

As we sat on one of the high stool by the window, basking in the summer sun washing through the partially opened blinders, I noticed several glances from the male population around us. It wasn’t difficult to see why. Laura was wearing a loose crop top that barely covered her stomach and a pair of brown shorts. Her hair was undone and the curly blonde mane hung freely just above her shoulders.

Despite being ‘disciplined’ by Aunt Mary, it seemed her taste of fashion hadn’t changed. It was as if the old Laura had come back, except for the fact that she didn’t flaunt her assets like she used to this time. I was actually surprised she hadn’t walked up to one of those hot males on the next table that had been checking on her ass since we came in. To be fair, they might be checking mine…but I knew Laura had better curves than me so there’s that.

“So, you will be leaving in four days?” I asked as I sipped my hot caramel latte. Laura was not an academician, that’s as clear as vodka in a shot glass. In fact, I didn’t even think she would ever want to pursue a degree in anything at all. But in four days, she would be gone and I was certain it had nothing to do with earning a degree. So, the question still remains. Where is she going?

“Yeah.” she looked out of the window and stared into the distance.

“But didn’t you always hate studying?” I prodded further.

“Yeah.” she said with a warm smile on her lips.

“You uh…liked the interview?” I tested her further.

“Yes.” she kept her head down and her eyes on the cup of soy milk coffee.

This was weird. I was expecting my sister to level out everything to me as soon as my aunt left. I was anticipating the sordid details of those few days that she would blabber about non-stop. I even kept a pendrive, completely filled with hours and hours of feeds, inside my handbag so that when the time comes, I would give it to the authorities. Hell, I was even expecting that we would be running to the police station by now, not enjoying coffee in a busy shopping mall.

“So…” I muttered, “You really want to be…” I struggled to find a word and gestured at my sister, “…this.”

Laura frowned, as if she had realized something. But her face turned back to normal so quickly, I wasn’t sure if she suspected I knew or simply just showing displease at my rather demeaning gesture.

“I kind of like this.” she said with a warm smile, her eyes staring into the coffee as if she reminiscing on some sweet memories.

My heart simply skipped at beat.

“So…” I was too curious to stop now. “you are really okay with this?”

“Yes. I am.” she tucked her lips between her teeth and tried not to grin. “And you ought to know better, Layla…” she added as she looked flatly into my eyes. “You shouldn’t really be sneaking into places you don’t belong.”

My heart jumped and slammed onto my rib cage. My eyes darted away from hers as I sipped my coffee nervously. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I think we both know what I’m talking about” she shook her head and let out a chuckle. “I somehow knew you were there that time. You always have this powdery smell on you especially right after a shower. Though I wasn’t sure of that until yesterday.”

I instantly recalled the day I saw Laura on that chair right before I went to school, being fucked by a mechanized dildo. Embarrassed and shamed by the thought, I turned away from my sister. So, she knew.

“But why -” I snapped loudly and several curious eyes turned to me. Realizing I was causing a scene, I toned down the volume into a soft whisper. “Why didn’t you ask for help?”

Laura smiled as her caressed the rim of her cup with her thumb. “I guessed because I didn’t want you too.” Slowly, she shifted her gaze to the windows again. “And you should’ve helped me, but you didn’t. Why?”

I bit my lower lip and almost drew blood as I contemplated the answer in my head. Should I tell her that I enjoyed watching her being sexually tormented? I lowered my gaze to my clasped fingers and exhaled nervously.

“Because…” I tried to say it but the words wouldn’t form.

“Because you enjoyed watching it.” she finished it for me.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized as stray tear leaked down my cheek.

“Don’t be Layla.” Laura leaned forward and wiped away my tear. “Let me tell you this.” she looked around us to make sure no one was near enough to hear what she was about to say.

“I’m glad you didn’t help me. I’m glad you didn’t call the police or something.” she kept her voice to a whisper that only I could hear. Then, she leaned forward until her lips almost touched my ear. “Most of all, I love being watched by you.”

When she took back her seat, I could see the redness forming on her cheeks. She cleared her throat as she adjusted her crop top. “Shall we go?”

Yes, we should. With all the shouting, tear wiping and whispering, we two were really attracting a lot of attention. Mostly from men. As we left the shop, I wrapped my arms around my sister’s and walked with her.

“Does she know?” I asked quietly, as if fearing my aunt would suddenly pop out of nowhere and hear us.

“No. I didn’t tell her.” Laura blushed redder.

“Why not?” I couldn’t help but ask.

I watched her surreptitiously eyeing around to see if anyone was too close. Finally, she let out a sigh. “Because I was afraid that Aunt Mary might keep you away from me.”

I frowned. Keep me away from her? Wasn’t that what Aunt Mary had been doing those past few days? Keeping me away from Laura. Or more accurately, keeping Laura away from everyone else.

“Then, you might not be able to watch anymore.” she added nervously.

I turned away from Laura as I felt my face heat up. God, I must be glowing like a brake light now.

We kept silence as we walked aimlessly around the mall, not knowing where to shop. After walking about a mile, we finally settled on a public bench as we both were too worked up to shop at all. I was as curious as a bloody cat with nine lives to spare. And Laura was obviously dying to share those details to me like a girl whom just had her first kiss or something.

I wanted to know more about the weird relationship between our aunt and Laura. I wanted to know why Laura wasn’t running to the nearest police station to report an abuse. She was certainly afraid of our aunt. Yesterday’s plate breaking incident proved that much.

“There was no interview, right?”

“No.” Laura shook her head slowly.

“The thing about psychology, that’s a lie too, right?”

“I think you know the answer.” she scrunched up the hem of her crop, revealing even more of her skin.

“Then, where are you going in four days?” I asked as I put my hand on hers.

“To uhm…” she hesitated as though she was contemplating on whether to tell me or not. Finally, she seemed to relent and said, “a club run by one of Aunt Mary’s friends.”

“A club?” I cocked a brow. “What sort of club?”

“Aunt Mary told me not to tell anyone.” she lowered her head.

“Come on, Laura. I already know this much.” I nudged her.

“Promise you will not tell Aunt Mary that I told you.” she whispered.

“I promise.”

“Okay. Well…it’s uhm…” she looked around like a paranoid thief, “a BDSM club.”

“What?” I couldn’t have shouted any louder and dozens of people turned to us.

“Shhhhh… keep it down, Layla.” she shrieked. “So you know what it is?”

“Of course I bloody know what it is.” I hissed frantically. “So what? You are going to be some sort of sex slave.”

That’s way overboard. I couldn’t believe Aunt Mary, the woman whom had showed us care in place of our parents, would actually sign Laura up to be used like some sex dolls by others.

“No no no. Nothing like that.” her face grew red. “I’m going to be a waitress there.”

“A waitress?” I eyed her skeptically.

With revealing bunny suit and bow tie that practically says fuck me? I thought to myself.

“No. It’s not what you think, Layla.” she stressed. “It’s a proper job with salary and employee benefits.”

“But it’s…” I looked around us to make sure no one’s around. “…it’s a BDSM club.”

“Yes. But I’m not the subs. I’m only going to work there, serve drinks and whatnot. The club has strict policy. Patrons cannot engage in any sexual interaction with the employees without the employees’ consent.”

Employees’ consent? I cocked an eye at that statement.

“Besides, they usually bring their own subs.” Laura added quickly, trying to distract me from the aforementioned statement of hers about consent.

“And why do you have to stay there? Is it far away?”

“It’s not. It’s ten miles from our home.”

“Then why can’t you stay at our home then?”

“It’s more convenient that way.” she said timidly.

“Convenient? It’s only ten miles away. I’m sure Aunt Mary has no trouble fetching you to and from work.” I argued. I didn’t want my sister to leave our home if she didn’t really have to.

“It’s not that.” she blushed brighter.

It took me a while to get what she really meant by convenient. Convenient to have her bound and fucked at all times without me being there to ruin the fun. And when I got it, I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me Aunt Mary work there too.”

“She owns half the place.” Laura smiled. “We never did know what Aunt Mary does all these while because she doesn’t have a job. At least not a real job that normal people do. She’s a dominatrix at that club.”

“And you are her sub?” I snapped.

Laura didn’t reply. She merely nodded in embarrassment. Oh god, this was so utterly wrong at so many levels. Yet I wasn’t angry because of that. I was angry because Aunt Mary and Laura were leaving me out of their secret life. Nevertheless, I quelled my envy as there were more questions to ask.

“Why Aunt Mary did those things to you?” I asked. If I asked anyone that question the answer would have been because she a sick perverted sadist. But I knew Aunt Mary. No matter what we did wrong in the past, she would reprimand us the way normal parents would. Grounded, disconnecting the internet, sending us to our rooms…that sort of things. Something must have gone pretty bad for Aunt Mary, whom all these while was both a father and a mother figure to us, to do something so…for the lack of a better word, unconventional.

Laura let out a nervous laugh and then lowered her head. The hem of her crop top was at the verge of tearing as she scrunched her fingers tighter.

“She uh…caught me doing meth.” she muttered so pathetically soft I could barely hear her.

“What?” I hissed in disbelief. My sister doing meth? That’s way above what I had assumed she had done. I thought she was caught having sex with some guy on the street after a few gin and tonics.

“And she found me in this house. It belongs to one of the junkies. I didn’t remember his name. I don’t think anyone remembers anyone there. Aunt Mary tracked my phone, went to that house with a few big men and dragged me out of there.” she explained regretfully.

“And what happened next?” I gulped.

“Well, you know her. She screamed and yelled at me.” My sister let out a short laugh, as the incident had been amusing.

“And you ignored her like you used to.” I presumed.

“What was I supposed to do? I was high and cold and naked.” Laura retorted defensively.

“Why were you naked?”

“Oh…that…” she let out a another nervous laugh. I cocked my head and gave her the ‘you better answer’ look. “The junkies were…” she paused, “I guess they were raping me. I didn’t remember anything until Aunt Mary poured came.” She sighed.

Well, fuck! Not only did she take drugs, she was raped as well because she was too high to even realize that. I kind of wanted to clap my hands in awe of her stupidity. Laura turned to me with a wry smile. The smile was quickly short-lived when she saw the disappointment in my face.

Since there’s no point in brooding over past event, I cleared my throat and placed my hand on her shoulder. “So, you were raped and Aunt Mary thought of fighting fire with fire.” I shook my head in disbelief.

“I guess she did.”

As silence once again came between us, I took the time to process everything. Once I had everything digested and my sanity still intact, I turned to Laura once more.

“Are you afraid of Aunt Mary?” it was a rhetorical question. We both knew she was. The plate incident yesterday was an obvious sign.

“Well, kind of.” She said admittedly.

“She threatened to keep you in…” I looked around again, a habit I seemed to develop rather quickly, “…the basement or something?”

“There are worse punishments than that, Layla.”

“And that would be?”I frowned. As much as I came to dislike my aunt’s methods, I was also fatally curious of them.

She leaned towards me and whispered into my ear. “Have you ever been teased for hours without an orgasm?”

I sucked in a sharp breath. No, I obviously hadn’t been teased for hours without release. But the thought of experiencing such ‘punishment’ made my stomach clenched and my pussy throbbed.

“No.” I muttered.

“It’s a very harsh punishment.”

“But you liked it.” I asked softly. It came out more like a statement than a question.

“I love it.” she blushed and kneaded the already crumpled hem. “The orgasms at the end are always…” she shivered in her seat. “well, you get the picture.”

Yeah, I got the picture. I had been fantasizing it for quite some time though never truly knew what the experience was like and what it would be to do that unto others. After a short pause, I sighed in resignation.

“I guess it’s heredity then.” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“I sort of want to try it too.” I finally confessed. I felt heat rushing to my face as I flushed. I explained to her my thoughts of having my own sub just like Aunt Mary had Laura. I deliberately left out the fact that I wanted Amanda to be in Laura’s place.

“Really?” Laura practically squealed. “I mean, you don’t think it wrong.”

“Weird? Yes. Wrong? I’m not sure. If that’s what I thought, I would have called the cops on the first night.” It was me who scrunched the hem of my shirt this time.

“You were there?” Laura hissed.

“Yes.” I said apologetically.

Laura turned away from my eyes and looked at the crowd in front of her. Slowly, she leaned closer to me and lied her head on my shoulder. “What did you think then?”

I planted a chaste kissed on my sister’s hair and smiled. “I masturbated while watching Aunt Mary fucked you. What do you think?”

“That it really is heredity.” Laura chuckled.

Chapter 5

Aunt Mary came to fetch us back at late afternoon. No one talked much in the car since we were all exhausted. As we cruised through the highway, I wondered what had Aunt Mary been up to while Laura and me were in the mall. Beating the shit out of some tied up chick with a riding crop in this club of hers perhaps.

The traffic was light and the trip back home was short. When we reached, I told them that I needed to take a shower and went straight to my room. I took out the pendrive I used to store all those gritty videos and hid it under my pillow, the safest place that I could think of, until I knew what to do with it.

When I was about to enter the bathroom, curiosity struck me. What were those two doing down stairs now that they knew I was in the showers. I usually took long showers and that fact was well known in the family. Deliberately, I opened the bathroom door and then slammed it shut without getting into the bathroom.

Like a voyeuristic pervert I was quickly becoming, I sneaked down the stairs and look through the gap between the steps into the kitchen. My lungs ceased to take in breaths as I gawked at the scene unfolding in the kitchen.

Laura was bent over the counter. Her shorts and panties were piled around her feet. Aunt Mary was standing right next to Laura, tentatively rubbing her crotch. I couldn’t hear what they were saying as they seemed to be whispering, but judging from the writhing Laura seemed to be doing, I could tell that she was enjoying it.

Then, I saw Aunt Mary pulled out a black butt plug. I knew it was a butt plug because I’d seen one while surfing through the web to learn more about BDSM. She then rubbed the large device along the crease of Laura’s pussy.

I swallowed nervously as I watched Aunt Mary plunged the thick black thing into Laura’s pussy before pulling it out. She did it a few more times, literally fucking Laura’s pussy with the plug, until it was glistening with Laura’s pussy juice.

Aunt Mary finally forced the large rubber tool into Laura’s anus. Laura yelped quite loudly but was instantly silenced by a slap to her ass. Aunt Mary then knelt beside Laura and pulled up her panties. Once the panties was in place, Aunt Mary gave Laura’s ass a light kiss. When Laura straightened up and began to turn around, I darted back upstairs to avoid being seen. It felt like I had just intruded into something special between two people. As quietly as possible, I sneaked into the bathroom and took the shower that I was supposed to a few minutes ago.

While under the torrent of warm water, I thought of Amanda. Would she ever want me to do that to her asshole as well? The thought quickly went out of hand when ropes and chains was involved. Amanda, a nerdy and innocent beauty, bound tightly with her legs wide open, writhing profusely as I eased a large plug into her asshole. I blushed at the lewd imagination and gave myself a light slap on the face.

“Get yourself together, Layla.” I told myself.

When I went back down stairs after the shower, dinner was already set on the table. I took my seat while still wiping my hair with my towel. Laura took her seat right after, which I couldn’t help but to stare at her. Surely something that large couldn’t be comfortable to have inside one’s asshole.

“Remember our promise.” Laura mouthed the words with a bright smile.

Well, I guessed the plug really wasn’t that uncomfortable after all.

“So, you two didn’t buy anything today?” Aunt Mary asked as she took her seat.

I could see the strain in Laura’s face. “The shop was a ripoff. And the design is terrible.” I chimed, sparing my sister the agony of having to lie to my aunt.

“Weren’t there other shops in the mall that you could buy from?” Aunt Mary gave Laura a suspicious glance and from the look in my sister’s eyes I knew I had to step in to help. My sister was a terrible liar. Fortunately, I was not.

“Yeah, but there’s just too many people and we just ended up sitting in the cafe and talked about Laura’s future college life.” First rule of lying, always include a little bit of truth. Only change the parts that really matters.

“Oh, really?” Aunt Mary turned to Laura with a pointed gaze. Laura, on the other hand, seemed like she was going to have a seizure that I had even brought that up.

“I’m so jealous of you, Laura. I wish I could go to a college too.” I pouted and that immediately gotten Aunt Mary off Laura’s back.

“You will have your chance, Layla.” Aunt Mary turned her attention to me.

“Really?” I feigned excitement. “But won’t it be expensive?”

“You don’t have to worry about the money. You just do whatever you like.” Aunt Mary chortled. I guessed money shouldn’t be any problem since she practically owned half a club.

With Aunt Mary’s attention shifted away from Laura, I seized the opportunity to explain on the major I wanted to be in. I always had a knack for electronic devices and hoped to be an electronics engineer. That riled up our aunt and the rest of the dinner was all about my future and none about the lie of Laura taking a psychology major.

“Thanks.” Laura finally said as she plopped down on her bed, preparing to go to sleep.

“You are welcome.” I muttered. It was my fault to begin with. I was the one that suggested to go shopping in the first place.

I walked to her bed and sat with her. “Do you think Aunt Mary’s going to be angry if she knows I know.” I whispered, fearing that our aunt might hear us.

“I don’t know. And I don’t want to find out.” she whispered back.

“She will hurt you if she do?” I frowned.

“No. Not really.” my sister pressed her lips into a thin line. “But she might do something terrible to me if she knew I told you about the club… like not letting me come for a week.”

I held my breath and bit my lower lip. Okay, Layla, you will not laugh. I chanted inwardly.

“What’s with that look?” It was Laura’s turn to frown.

“Nothing.” my face scrunched up as I fought the laughter building within me.

“You think it’s funny?” Laura protested, “Wait till you become the receiving end of Aunt Mary’s teasing.”

“Alright. I’m sorry.” I relented and swallowed down my laughter.

“Promise me you won’t tell her whatever I’ve told you today.”

“I won’t. I promise. But I might want her to know that I know it by myself. Is that alright with you?”

“Only if it doesn’t make her think that I’ve known before you tell her. Then I guess that’s fine.”

“Okay. I will find a way to tell her that won’t get you in trouble.” I winked at her as I stressed the word trouble.

“It’s not funny, okay.” Laura hit me on my shoulder. I quickly shielded myself by crooning as I laughed.

“Anyway, don’t you feel uncomfortable having that thing in your butt?” I finally asked.

Laura’s face lit up like a roman candle. “H-how did you…” then something clicked in her head, “…you sneaky pervert.”

“What? I was curious.” I bit my lip to stifle a giggle. “So, how does it feel? Tell me.”

Laura grimaced but eventually relent and told me. “It felt like I have to take a huge dump, big time. But when I try to push, it just won’t come out.” her face blushed again as she added. “It feels kind of weird.”

“Umm…” I pressed my thighs together. All traces of humor vanished from me as a very different emotion set in. “Do you think I can try?”

“Y-you mean now?” my sister jerked away.

“Shhhh….quiet.” I quickly warned.

“B-but it’s dirty.”

“You can give it to me and I will wash it in the bathroom. After I try it, I will wash it again before giving it back to you.” I suggested eagerly, like a kid trying to persuade another for her toy.

“I don’t know.” Laura pouted.

“Come on. Pretty please.” I pleaded. I had been dying to try out these kind of thing and now that my sister had one with her, it was only natural for me to to seize this opportunity.

“Okay. I’ll get it out now.” she resigned with a long sigh.

“Thanks.” I whispered excitedly and turned around. Moments later, I could hear Laura pulling her shorts down. The scuffling sound of cloth rubbing against cloth was the only sound audible in the room. For some reason, it made me all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Y-you can look if you want, Layla.” I heard Laura stammered quietly. My cheek turned red at the offer. I felt my heart began to flutter madly in my chest and a familiar ache grew between my legs.

“You sure?” my voice as nervous as hers.

“I mean, you’ve seen everything when I was in the basement, right?” Laura said, as if the statement justified the line that we were about to cross.

Her statement made me remembered the time I wanted to lick her pussy. It was so wet and pink that it was begging to be licked. My head dizzied at the lewd memory.

“I-I guess that’s true.” I stammered, my initial excitement grew ten folds. Uncertainly, I slowly turned to face her.

My breath was taken away at the sight of a very naked Laura, spreading her legs on the bed like she was having a gyno exam. She hadn’t just stripped her pants, she removed her shirt and bra as well. Her voluptuously round breasts rose and fell as she breathed. Her pink nipples hardened and her pussy glistened with her juice. And most shockingly, her pussy was free off pubic hair.

“You shaved it?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Aunt Mary did.” she moaned and writhed, as though the thought brought back some erotic moments.

“When?” I gasped.

“Yesterday. Before you were back. While I was still tied up in the basement.” she muttered.

My mind instantly formed the image of Laura with legs spread far apart while Aunt Mary scrapped her helpless pussy with a razor. My core instantly ignited at the thought.

“Did it hurt?” I gasped.

“Not really. It does itch though.” she said shyly. “But Aunt Mary was very careful.”

As we talked more about the shaving, I watched her tried to pull the plug out and as she did, her pussy gaped beautifully, almost as if it was begging me to put my tongue in it. I swallowed nervously and used every ounce of my energy to stop myself from leaning forward and taste my sister’s love hole.

“It’s hard to get it out. Can you help me?” she asked nervously.

Every inch of my skin tingled. I could feel the wetness forming between my legs. “Okay.” I muttered.

I sat on the bed and slipped my fingers into the tight gap between the flange and Laura’s ass. Oh God, she’s burning up. I could feel the heat coming from her body.

“Pull it out slowly, okay?” Laura muttered as she spread her ass cheek with her hands.

I did what I had to do. Slowly, I eased the plug out from her ass. I watched as her tight hole widened around the thickening plug as I pulled it out. Her pussy gaped profusely like a gasping fish out of the water. When the thickest point was out, the rest of the plug simply slid out easily.

I gawked at the gaping round hole left in the wake of the plug and wondered if she could even close it now. A part of me even wanted to put my tongue in the place of the plug to will it into closing. Hell, I wanted to push Laura down now and tongue my way in both holes. Fuck! The temperature in the room felt like it had just went up twenty degrees.

“I’m going to wash it now.” I jerked away from her and lunged for the door.

I carefully made sure that the door creaked at the minimal volume as I opened and exited the room. Without hesitation, I went to the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

“Oh God.” I rubbed my flushed face.

I turned my attention to the object of my curiosity. I was amazed at how clean it had looked. I expected it to be covered with brown stains and whatnot. I mean, that thing was inside my sister’s asshole! It shouldn’t be this clean, right? I lifted the black object to my nose and sniffed it.

It did smell like shit. Yet surprisingly, I didn’t find the smell offending at all. In fact, I felt like I was holding something really persona to Laural, as if I was holding a part of her. A shiver went down my spine as lust crept into my stomach and unleashed a horde of butterflies. My mouth gradually parted. I could feel the heat coming off of my breath as I eased the plug nearer to my opened lips.

I pushed the plug into my puckered lips and gave the tip a light lick. It tasted bitter and slightly musky. Gradually, I began suckling on it, tasting Laura at the most intimate level. My free hand slid down my stomach, passed the waistband of my shorts and panties, before finally cupping my wet pussy.

“What are you doing?” I heard Laura hissed.

Fuck, I was so in heat I forgot to lock the bloody door. Whipping around to face Laura, I pulled the plug away from my lips like it had suddenly grew teeth and shielded the object of my embarrassment behind me.

“N-nothing.” I stuttered.

“You were tasting it, weren’t you?” she squealed accusingly.

“Shhh…. quiet. Close the door.” I hissed at her.

Laura stepped in and closed the bathroom door behind her as quietly as possible. Then, she turned back to me. Her face was redder than a full blown rose and I couldn’t help but to blush with her too. The air in the bathroom rose a few degrees and as we both stood there looking at each others red faces, sparks began to form between us.

“Why are you here?” I finally broke the silence.

“I thought you might need some help, you know…getting that thing in.” She gestured at the plug I was hiding behind me.

“I-I see.” Unable to look at my sister, who was still very naked, I looked at my feet.

There was a long stretch of silence. Both of us didn’t know how to go from here. We were both too aware of each others presence and the growing desire for one another was already dangerously palpable. With the air electrifying and getting harder to breath in, I finally let out spasmy sigh.

“You can help me put it in if you still want to…” I said.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

I nodded and handed her the plug. She opened her hand and let me dropped onto it. She looked at the plug with uncertainty, as if she wasn’t ready for it. Then, her glimmering eyes turned back to me as she told me to take off my pants.

I did it with one fluid move. Laura moved closer to me and I immediately felt the heat coming from her body.

“Sit on the toilet. And lift you legs up.” she told me.

And like a obedient slut I realized I was quickly adding into my already vibrant resume of sexual tendencies, I did as told. I put the cover down and sat on it. I lifted my legs up and propped my heels on the narrow spaces my ass had not covered.

I watched her went to the sink and turned the tap.

“Stop.” I heard my own voice before I even realized I had spoken.

Laura turned to me with a frown.

“Don’t wash it.” I said nervously. My legs were even shaking now from the amount of lust that had been building inside me. “I want to have you inside me.”

It didn’t take long for her to get what I meant. With a shy smile, Laura knelt down so that her eyes were on the level of my ass.

“You have a pretty pussy.” Laura cooed. “So pink and tight.”

“Don’t…” I startled at the contact of her fingers on my pussy. “It’s ugly. I still have all my hair down there.” I retorted shyly. I never bothered to shave my pussy completely before. But now I wished I had.

“It’s not. Layla.” Laura disagreed sultrily. “I bet Aunt Mary will have a good time using your pussy.”

I writhed at the statement. The bathroom seemed to be like an empty void with nothing except Laura and me. Nothing else mattered.

“It needs to be lubricate.” she purred.

Without warning she pressed the plug against my pussy. I tensed at the pressure pressing on my still intact hymen. Before I could inform my sister of the little predicament, the plug plunged inside me. My pussy stretched and widened at the invasion, my hymen was completely decimated in the process. I yelped at the sharp sting.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Laura quickly pulled out the thick plug from my bleeding pussy. She rose to her feet, grabbed a couple of facial tissue, before coming back to tend my injury.

“Don’t worry. I’m alright.” I said shakily. I had never thought the person that would take my virginity was going to be my sister. But seeing the care she had for me as she tenderly wiped away the blood, I was kind of glad that it was her.

“You should have told me.” Laura scolded. “I wouldn’t have done that if I knew you still a virgin.”

The words rang in my head profoundly.

“What makes you think I wasn’t?” I asked with a frown.

“I mean you kind of…you know…enjoy watching me being fucked by Aunt Mary. I thought you would have done that to yourself or something.” she explained.

“That’s not possible, Laura. What could I fuck myself with? A zucchini? This is the first toy I have ever had.” I pouted.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Here…I will make it all better.” she smiled at me. And before I could even react, my sister’s tongue was already lapping at my pussy. I hissed and writhed on the seat as my hands instinctively grabbed my sister’s hair.

“No, Laura.” I moaned as I tried to push her away. Laura wrapped her arms around my thighs and locked herself into position. My resolve soon faded into pure pleasure as the incredible feeling gradually etched away my control. “Laura, we shouldn’t…”

My pussy parted as Laura’s tongue burrowed between my folds. Her warm slick flesh slithered into my tightness, lapping at every inch my pussy had to offer. My brain almost melted into a pool of unrecoverable goo when I felt my sister slipped her tongue deep inside me. Oh God, she was killing me. Killing the old Layla that would be too self-conscious to allow this to happen…

“Laura…please…” I moaned, not really sure if I was pleading her to stop or to keep going.

She suckled, licked and nuzzled my pussy for almost what felt like eternity before she moved away and looked at me with a smug grin.

“Why did you do that?” I mewed breathlessly. My hands were on her shoulders, preventing her from trying that again that might break whatever bits of self control I still had left.

“Wounds heal faster when licked. Silly.” Laura chirped.

“B-but not this.” I retorted.

“It’s all the same to me, Layla. Besides, you seem to like it a bunch.” Laura giggled.

“But-” I was cut off when my sister pushed against my hands. “No, wait -”

My weak arms soon buckled and my sister’s wet lips slammed onto my pussy. And that was it. I was helpless against my sister. My body was no longer in my control. Carnal pleasure had taken over me, forcing me to allow my sister to keep going, keep assaulting my love hole with her tongue.

“Oh god Laura!” I squealed.

“You have to be quiet.” she stopped just long enough to tell me that before resuming eating my pussy.

I didn’t know how long she licked me, but when she was done, I was trembling like a bitch in heat. Any sign of my injury was literally wiped away by my sister’s skillful tongue.

“I think it’s wet enough now.” Laura observed.

“I think I want to come.” I let out a half sulk half giggle.

“We will make you come soon enough.” Laura chortled as she pressed the plug against my wet entrance.

Slowly, she pushed the thick tool into me. I felt my pussy stretched and widened, but this time without the pain. In fact, it felt really good.

“Harder.” I moaned.

My sister obeyed and slammed the plug hard into me again and again. My legs quickly quivered and I felt like my body was about to melt in the heat. I could even hear the sloshing sound as the thick plug slid in and out of my wet hole.

“God, Laura. It fells really good.”

Laura didn’t respond. Instead, she leaned towards my pussy and licked my clitoris, whilst fucking my pussy with the plug. I wanted to squeal in delight but I thought better of it by clamping my mouth with my hands. This was so wrong, being licked and fucked by your sister. But it also felt divinely right.

“I think it’s wet enough.” Laura finally declared.

“But-” Before I could finish my protest for not given an orgasm, Laura withdrew the plug from my pussy and pressed the wet tip into my asshole.

I moaned at the relentless pressure and felt my anus yielding to the pressure. I bit my lips to suppress all those uncontrolled moaning and yelping. It would really be awkward if aunt Mary was to walk in right now.

I sucked in a sharp breath and my body tensed. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my toes curled. The pleasure and pain were intense…intertwined into a synergy that brought even more pleasure. And just when I thought my ass was about to be ripped apart, the plug slid straight in.

“There.” Laura said victoriously.

I was already gasping for air by now. My body was burning with lust. My eyes blurred and my head dizzied. It felt like I was hit by a category 5 tornado. Instinctively, I closed my legs as all that spreading had finally taken its toll on my muscles.

“How does it feel?” Laura asked.

“Just like you said.” Like wanting to take a huge dump.

“Do you want me to take it out now?” Laura sat on her heels and placed her hands on her lap.

“I want to keep it longer.”

“You can, but just so you know, I don’t think we should stay in here any longer. Aunt Mary might realize we are both in the bathroom.” she eyed the door with fear.

“Okay. We should go back into the room.”

Indeed we did. I grabbed my pants and went back to our room. Once we were back in the dark confines of the four walls, Laura pushed me to her bed and climbed on top of me.

“What are you doing?” I asked frantically.

“I think it’s time to make you come, Mistress.” she purred lustfully. I could feel Laura’s intense gaze through the veil of darkness and she bore down on me with her weight.

“But I’m not…your…mistress.” I tried to struggle.

“Now, you are.” Laura said and fluidly slid her hands along my body to push up my shirt. Since I never wore bra to sleep, my breasts were exposed to the night air.

“Wait-” I gasped as Laura grabbed my right breast smacked her lips on my nipple, suckling the erected nub tenderly while her other hand fondled my other breast.

“Do you like it? Mistress?” Laura purred sultrily as she rubbed her warm body against mine.

“Yes. I like it.” the words poured out before I even knew what I was saying.

“Tell me what you want, mistress.” Laura squeezed my breasts and her mouth reached for my left nipple.

“I want you to make me come.” I exhaled deliriously.

Without warning, two fingers slid right into my drenched pussy. I moaned at the abrupt invasion. My hands instinctively reached out for Laura’s head and pulled her up to me. I then seized her lips with mine and my tongue slithered against hers. My sister tasted phenomenal, the softness of her lips and the tenderness of her kissed triumphed every kiss I had ever had in my life.

“Laura, lick my pussy.” I told her when we pulled away from each other.

“Yes, mistress.” Laura’s voice cracked. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one affected by this turn of event.

Without pulling her fingers out of me, she slid down until her head was between my legs. Affectionately, Laura kissed my pussy as if she was kissing my lips. The tenderness, the tonguing, the fingering…I shivered and mewed profusely at the massive pleasure my sister was giving me.

“Yes, Laura. Keep going.” I whimpered.

I reached out for her head, grabbed her by her hair, I pulled her against me as I buckled my hips. Laura didn’t seem to be affected by my rather rough action. She kept the thrust fast and hard as her tongue massaged my clit.

I felt a strong ache between my legs. My breath became ragged and my heart fluttered madly in my chest. An electrifying current shot through my body. Every inch of my skin burned with anticipation of release.

“Oh god! I’m coming! Laura. I’m -” my speech was no longer coherent as words slurred into feral groans.

My pussy tightened, a surge of fluid squirted out from within me as I came explosively. As quickly as my back arched, it had slumped back onto the bed with a bounce.

“Oh my god. Laura. I’m…sorry.” I apologized breathlessly at the little water works I displayed in front of my sister.

“It’s okay, mistress.” Laura said and then put the two fingers she used to make me come inside her mouth. “Emm…you taste good, mistress.” Even through the darkness, I could almost see the smug smile on my sister’s face.

“Shut up.” I protested embarrassingly.

“So how is it?” She climbed on the bed and plopped down beside me. Her warm breath washed over my face and I inhaled the sweet scent coming from the sweat coating her skin.

“It’s…not too bad.” I said reservedly though honestly, this was the best orgasm I had ever experienced.

“Liar. You practically squirted. You love it.” Laura propped herself up on her hands and smirked at me.

I turned my shoulder to her and ignored her. It was already embarrassing enough to come on my sister’s finger.

“You are good.” I finally muttered.

“What? I can’t hear you.” My sister leaned on my shoulder, her face inches from me.

“I said you are good.” I turned and pushed her back to the bed and climbed on top of her.

“Shhh…” my sister reminded as she laughed softly.

“It’s your turn now.” I whispered flatly and palmed my hand on her extremely warm pussy.

“No.” Laura hissed quietly as she pushed firmly against my shoulder. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” I grimaced.

She turned away and stared blankly into the dark wall. Then, I heard her sigh. “Aunt Mary. She doesn’t allow me to masturbate.”

“What?” I hissed in disbelief.

“She wants me to come only when she allows it.” Laura whispered.

“And you buy that?” I scoffed. “It’s not like she’ll know,l you know.”

“She will ask. And you know how terrible I am at lying.” Laura pouted.

“Hmm…point taken.” I nodded in agreement. Laura could lie for shit. “But this is different. I’m the one doing the touching.” I leaned forward teasingly and patted her pussy.

“No. She’ll still find out.” Laura gasped and pushed herself away from me.

This was certainly interesting. I couldn’t help but to grin at the amount of fear she had for my aunt.

“What is she going to do if she finds out?” I asked teasingly.

“She might spank my pussy.” Laura said flatly.

“Or she might not let you come for hours.” I added.

“Yeah. That too.” Laura nodded. “And besides, Aunt Mary makes me come much better than you will.”

“Is that a challenge?” I grinned and rubbed my fingers on her crotch.

“Stop it. I’m serious.” Laura giggled and moved my hand away.

“Well that sucks then. So what now?” I sulked. I thought of licking Laura’s pussy tonight since she had done so to mine so passionately.

“We can take the plug out now.” Laura suggested.

“Or right. I almost forgot.”

I got on my four on the bed and turned my ass to Laura. Without warning as usual, Laura began doing something more than just taking the plug out.

“What are you doing?” I groaned as I felt Laura’s tongue inside my pussy.

“Round two.” she said flatly and resumed eating me. Her hands grabbing my ass, holding me in place as she devoured me. When the plug finally came out of me that night, I had three more orgasms.

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Punishing the Bratty Girl – 2

Clara didn’t sleep well that night. When she woke up at seven, which she had never done before, she was all sore and aching all over. She crawled out of the bed and lumbered into the shower.

The shower wasn’t a pleasant one. Her pussy protested in a singeing pain as water coursed through those brutalized lips. But that was not her real concern. It would be far worse than a sore pussy if she couldn’t get away from the sadistic consultant of hers. She needed to find a way out.

She had thought about it on her bed as she tossed and turned through the night. She couldn’t tell her parents as that would only spell disasters should Ms. Penrose found out. And something told Clara that the thirty odd years consultant would. Perhaps commanding Clara to answer some questions. If that woman could erase someone’s memories, certainly she could make someone talk.

And yet, after thinking for a long while, Clara realized something odd. If her power, whatever the hell it was, could even alter someone’s memories, why didn’t the woman just alter hers? Make her the most rule abiding person on earth and be done with it. Why took the trouble to make Clara fuck herself, and even went so far to threaten her with a cactus? Was the woman really just  sadistic? And if so, why was she in the hospital after the ordeal? Hell, why even let Clara go back to her house? There was also a sense of just in the woman. So much so that Clara knew deep down that as long as she followed the rules, the woman wouldn’t make her miserable. And if that’s true, then there might be a chance that Clara could fight back.

But still, there’s just too much uncertainty now to formulate any tangible means of fighting back. Clara didn’t know what she was up against. Clara didn’t even know much about the woman other than her eyes could glow. But boy if that woman thought Clara would just roll over and give in, she was dead wrong. Clara had never given in to someone, had never bowed down to another soul in her life ever.

But today, she would bow down. Today, she would be the consultant’s submissive little good girl. Hell, she would even put on her best manners, not that she was familiar with any, to keep the woman from doing stuff to her body. She would concede. She would lose the proverbial battle. And she would learn more about her. So much more that she would find a way to win the war.

A small grin tugged her lips. She felt confident once more and a sense of determination to set the score. She put on her most modest article she could find in her walk-in wardrobe, a navy blue knee length sleeveless dress that didn’t expose her cleavage. She then chose her favorite white designer handbag she often took it with her to the clubs. The color of innocence and purity. For her footwear, she went for the teal heels for the occasion. After having breakfast with her mother, whom cared more about the latest gossips she found in the internet than eating the food, Clara had her chauffeur drove her to the academy by eight forty five and she was at the office door by eight fifty.

“Come in.” a voice came through the door when Clara knocked.

Clara puffed her chest up and pushed open the door. She saw Ms. Penrose reading something off her tablet at the table. Remembering the need to stay well-mannered, Clara greeted the woman and even referred her as mistress.

The woman frowned and looked up from her tablet. Gradually, the frown smoothed and her lips slowly curled into a lopsided smile. As much as Clara hated to admit it, she knew the woman suspected something was up.

“You are early. Have a seat Clara.” she gestured at the couch.

Clara counted three seconds inwardly, one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-Mississippi. Nothing. Her body didn’t move on its own. That was not a command. Realizing that, she nodded belatedly and took a seat.

“I hope you rested well.” Ms. Penrose said as she took a seat on the chair opposite of Clara.

“I have, mistress.” Clara replied genteelly.

“Good. Since we started of badly yesterday, I didn’t get to introduce myself. I’m Cecilia Penrose.” she was all professional, as if the fact that she had eaten Clara’s pussy yesterday and then threatened her with a cactus didn’t happen.

Clara felt a boiling urge to spat something sarcastic at the woman’s face but she held it down. It wouldn’t do her much good to stay at the woman’s bad side. Instead, she would play ball with her.

“I’m Clara Webber.” and before she could forget, she added. “Mistress.”

“It’s nice to see that you are learning.”

“Oh I didn’t want anything bad happen to me again, mistress.” Clara remarked with a pretentious innocent tone.

“Well said.” the woman leaned back and crossed her legs. She adjusted her glass and then took out a small green handbook from her breast pocket. “This is the student handbook. I’m sure you have one rotting in some dark corner but just in case you can’t find it, I will give you mine.” she flung the book to the couch and the book hit the backrest before falling to the seat cushion.

“Memorize every rule and abide them. If you failed to follow the rules, there will be consequence.” she added.

Clara stiffened at her words. She had never bothered to follow rules. Hell, she didn’t even care about them from the very first day she got in. Why would she? No one seemed to give a damn about what she did. Nevertheless, if the woman wanted to play, Clara would oblige. Then a sudden realization came into mind. That too, wasn’t a command. Because if it was, Clara would have taken the book by now.

“Why didn’t you just make me memorize them? If you can make the doctor forget, you certainly can make me remember.”

“Well, if I do that, where’s the fun in it.” she shrugged.

Clara tightened her fingers into fists. God, the woman was fucking with her. Despite the anger brewing in her, Clara knew going head on with this woman wasn’t going to work. She would have to play her games for now.

“Fine. Mistress. I will memorize them.” Clara hissed, her anger was taking form.

“Good, with that said, please read section 3, rule number 5.”

Clara picked up the book and looked at the index. Section 3 was about student’s attire and began at page 9. She flipped to that page and searched for rule number 5. When she got to the rule, her face paled.

-Students are not allowed to wear high heels with heel height of more than 3 inches-

“I would say that’s more than three, don’t you agree?” she nodded at the heels Clara’s wearing.

Clara’s mouth dried. Her fingers began to shake as fear seeped in. “B-but I didn’t know.” she argued.

“The rule book is given out to each student every year. How could you not know? Did you not read it?” she asked patronizingly. It was a rhetorical question. Both of them knew it. Of course Clara never read the rule book.

Clara knew from this moment she was in trouble. All the confidence and determination she had this morning vaporized instantly. She thought she had everything covered. In fact, the heels was the shortest, most professional looking pair she had. She had everything by the book. Hell, she didn’t even smoke on her way to school.

“I-I won’t do it again.” Clara croaked as she slid herself further away from the woman.

“I’m not finished.” the woman interrupted. “Section 4 rule number 3.”

Clara swallowed whatever little saliva she had in her mouth. Her lips were quivering in fear. With trembling hands, she turned to the following section and sought out the said rule. As she read the words, her eyes blurred with tears. Oh God, she silently screamed. She felt sick and dropped the book.

“What’s the matter?” the woman asked sardonically.

“N-nothing.” Clara sobbed.

The woman bent forward and picked up the book. She flipped a few pages and then pressed her index finger on it the page. “Section 4 rule 3: Students are not allow to bring any restricted item as stated in the list below into the academy.” she read.

“Alcoholic beverages, hazardous material, weapons, pornographic materials, …” she read each item from the list that included the items that Clara wished she had taken out from her handbag. “drugs, spray paint…and cigarettes…” the woman gave Clara a knowing glance.

“Now, hand me your bag.” she held out her hand.

Clara shook her head and clutched her handbag tighter to her chest.

“I’m not going to ask again.”

Reluctantly, Clara handed the bag to her. She didn’t have a choice. If she didn’t hand it over the woman would force her to anyways. Ms. Penrose took her handbag and began searching. Clara’s heart raced and blood pounded her in ears. She could almost see white spot in front of her. She tried to keep calm, tried not to show her anxiety. When the consultant fished out a box of cigarettes and did no further search, Clara sighed in relief.

“So, you’ve broken two rules.” the woman waggled the box of cigarettes.

“I’m sorry mistress.” Clara said immediately.

The woman frowned but quickly blinked it off. She slid the box of cigarettes into her breast pocket.

“Read the book. I don’t want these happening again am I clear?”

“Yes, mistress.” Clara nodded submissively.

The consultant went on lecturing Clara on the importance of rules and how vital it was as a foundation to a good society. Rules were there to keep everyone from fucking up other’s life. Clara tried to listen but her attention was on the door. She wanted to get out of this office as soon as possible. Finally, the woman finished what she had to say and leaned back into her seat.

“Now, that pretty much wraps up today’s session. You may go for your class now.” the woman said.

“Now?” Clara blinked. Wasn’t the session supposed to be two hours? It’s only been thirty minutes at best.

“Yes. You can go now. Or do you want to stay?” she cocked her brow.

“No.” Clara snapped, perhaps all too quickly. The woman scowled suspiciously but decidedly brushed it off.

“Good. Now off you go. I have other work to do.” the woman handed Clara her bag, stood up and walked to her desk.

With that, Clara jumped up from the couch and almost ran to the door. Her heart was pumping sporadically and she felt that she would really die of heart attack if she had to stay here a minute longer. But when she grabbed the door knob, her heart sank and her stomach twisted in knots. She heard it. The cold and commanding voice of Ms. Penrose telling her to stop. Her body complied instantly and she couldn’t move.

“I’ve been thinking.” the woman said from behind. “Why didn’t you let me search your bag when I first asked you?”

Clara bit her lips and her heart rate soared as she heard footsteps coming closer to her from behind. Then, her handbag was taken away from her.

“At first, I thought you didn’t want me to find your cigarettes.”

Clara heard the the shuffling noise of her handbag being searched. She shut her eyes and prayed. She prayed wholeheartedly that the woman wouldn’t find the stash of ecstasy hiding behind a small inconspicuous compartment.

“But everyone knows you smoke in school. And you know that everyone knows too. So…” the woman trailed off.

And then Clara heard the most dreadful sound in the world. Her handbag being unzipped. There was only one compartment that had a zipper. The same compartment that housed a small plastic bag containing fifteen or so little pink pills that she bought from the club owner last Sunday.

“Well well well, what do we have here?”

“It’s for my period.” Clara lied.

“Is that so?” the woman’s voice darkened. “Tell me, Clara. What are these?”

“Ecstasy.” Clara heard her own voice though she clearly didn’t recall saying it. “I was going to throw it away.” she quickly added, this time on her own will.

“Shhhh…” the woman shushed her and Clara immediately lost her ability to talk. “Clara dear. Strip.” she commanded.

Clara’s body, having a mind of its own, moved from the door. Her hands unzipped the back zipper and the dress fell down onto the floor into a pile. Then, her hands undid her bra and let it drop before sliding off her panties to join the rest of the garment on the floor.

“Bend over the backrest of the couch.”

Her body complied, moved and then leaned over. Her hands grabbed the backrest on their own for better support. Two fingers trailed along the crevice of her pussy and then plunged deep into her. Tears began to roll down her cheeks and fell to the leather finish below.

“Let me tell you this, Clara. I am a sadist, if you haven’t get that already. And I enjoy making girls like you scream in pain.” the woman growled.

“But I’m also a fair person. If you don’t break my rule, I won’t hurt you.” She elaborated and then forcefully inserted the third finger into Clara’s pussy. Clara jerked at the invasion. A throaty groan rumbled through her closed lips. “But if you do, I will make you wish you are dead.”

“Do you really want me to force that cactus into your pussy?” the woman hissed. She grabbed a fistful of Clara’s hair and yanked. “Answer me?”

Her mouth relaxed and her voice came back. “N-no, mistress.” Clara sobbed.

“Then why did you lie to me?” the woman growled ferociously.

“Because you are going to hurt me if you found out.” Clara cried, her words barely understandable.

“No, Clara. I would have let you go if you were honest. I never intended to punish you today anyways.”

“You will. You did it yesterday. You will do it today. You are an evil perverted sadist.” Clara countered sobbingly.

“I’m a sadist, yes. A pervert, perhaps. But I’m not evil. Clara.  What I did yesterday was just a show of power. You were a complete bitch and I had to make sure you know what you are dealing with?” The woman sighed. ” You have no idea what evil means when it comes to people like me.” she added.

“Let me go. You monster.” Clara screamed.

“Shut up.” The woman snapped and Clara’s mouth clammed shut. “You think I’m a monster?” She pulled Clara’s hair harder, her three fingers dug deeper into her pussy. Clara whimpered quietly.

“If I’m a monster I would have made you shred your pussy into a bloody mess with the cactus. If I’m a monster, I wouldn’t have admitted you to the hospital. I would have watched you succumb to exhaustion and brainwash my way out of trouble. And Clara dear, if I’m truly a monster, I would have brainwashed you from the beginning and sell you to the highest bidder. Do you know how much a girl like you cost in the black market? And yet, I’m still here, working from nine to five with a monthly salary of thirty five hundred, babysitting a bitch of a girl that almost burned down a building and sent five students to the ER for smoke inhalation. So you tell me, Clara, am I a monster?”

Clara felt her mouth loosened. She knew she could talk now. But no words formed. Instead, she let out a soft wail, the wail of guilt. Something she didn’t feel very often and thought she never would.

“So, do you think I should punish you?”

Clara weighted those words. Did she deserved to be punished? Perhaps. But every sense of her being knew that the sort of punishments the woman delivered so far were morally corrupted. She would expect several hours of community service. Maybe clean the female toilets and clear the rubbish bin by the end of the day. But not like this. Not being forced to fuck herself until she fainted. Not having to strip and her pussy violated.

“Fuck you.” Clara spat.

“Bad choice of words, Clara.” The woman exhaled and moved away from the girl. She walked to her desk, picked up her bag from the seat and took out two black objects. She went to the couch and sat down facing Clara. She brought the two objects in front of Clara.

“Now, open your mouth.” her eyes glowed as she commanded. Clara’s jaw dropped on its own.

The woman tore open the plastic covers and dropped the contents into her palm. One looked like a rubber plug that shaped like a slim top with a tapered flange at the base and the other was a black oblong object with a thin tube attached to it. The woman then connected the two items together, attaching the open end of the tube to the base of the plug.

The woman then angled the thing into Clara’s mouth. “Make it wet or it won’t be comfortable.”

“Emmm…” Clara mumbled.

“Lick all over it.” she commanded while rotating the rubbery device inside her mouth. Clara’s tongue automatically slithered all over the obkect. With the woman’s hand tenderly cupped Clara’s cheek, she felt a swirl of butterfly taking flight in her stomach. It felt weird yet oddly sensual and intimate.

After a minute or two, the woman pulled the plug out and went around the couch.

“No…” Clara gasped when she felt the wet tip pressed against her anus. “Stop…”

“You never use this hole before?” the woman asked casually as she nudged the device deeper into the tight hole.

“N-no…” Clara let out a throaty groan. Her pussy began to throb in excitement and her love juice seeped out of the slightly parted lips. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She shouldn’t feel this aroused.

“There’s always a first time.” the woman cooed and pushed hard.

Clara yelped. She felt her anus widened up as the device gradually sank into her. And just when she thought it was about to tear her in half, the thing slipped in like a key to a lock.

“Oh God…” Clara gasped. She felt like she suddenly had a full bowel and needed to shit. Her inside convulsed and the object began to slide out of her again.

“No you don’t.” The woman pressed her palm on the base and pushed the plug back in.

Clara let out a guttural groan. Her eyes rolled back as her body shuddered.

“Keep it in there.” another command. Clara’s anus tightened by itself, locking the device snugly in place. “This is for lying to me. Clara.”

“Please. Stop.” Clara begged.


Clara’s mouth clammed shut.

“I’m not done yet.” the woman said.  “This is for wearing those heels.”

Clara heard a hissing sound, following by a weird sensation inside her ass.

“This is for bringing cigarettes.” another hissing sound coursed through the air and this time Clara felt it. The plug inside her was expanding.

“Emmmm…” Clara whimpered.

“And this…” the woman ignored her plea, “is for bringing drugs.” another hiss.

Clara yelped. The thing had certain doubled in size. Before, she felt like she wanted to take a shit. Now, she felt like she needed to.

The woman detached the tube from the plug and gave her ass a slap. “There, all done. Now get dressed.”

Clara regained her freedom to move and immediately clamped her thighs together as if she was going to piss herself. The added motion made her asshole tightened even more and the discomfort grew exponentially.

“If you move too much, you are going to feel it more.” the woman explained as she went back to her desk.

“You fucking sadist.” Clara spat in distaste.

“Keep that up and I will put another one in your pussy.” the woman grinned.

Clara’s cheek flushed. That prospect would have terrified her but instead, she swallowed like a bitch in heat. Ignoring her own arousal and the fact that there’s a fucking plug in her asshole, she put on her clothes as quickly as possible and snatched her bag from the ground.

“Go to class now. When you have enough, you can come back here and beg for forgiveness at any time.”

Humiliated, she trudged out and slammed the door behind her. As Clara limped down the hallway, she tried hard not to look like someone with a plug in her ass. She slid into the restroom and rushed to one of the many empty stalls. Desperately, she yanked her panties down, flipped her skirt up and sat on the toilet. With all her might, she tried push it out. But still under the influence of the command, her anus refused to reject the foreign object. As that didn’t turn out well, she went for a more physical approach. She slipped her fingers under the round flange and tried to pry it out. But her fingers simply turned limp, as if her fingers had lost the ability to grip.

Confused but not deterred, she tried again. The result was the same. Her fingers simply refused to pull it out. “Fuck!” Clara exclaimed.

Still not giving up,. she looked around the stall for options. Her eyes soon landed on the tap by the side of the wall. The cross knob of the tap would certainly serve a good leverage point. She carefully negotiated through the narrow space between the tap and the wall until the side of the cross was under the flange of the plug. Now, all she had to do was to lunge forward and the cross would do the pulling for her.

“No…no…no…” she whimpered when she realized her body simply wouldn’t more. “Fuck.” she exasperated. The command was truly absolute. Her entire body simply refused to take it out.

Without much of a choice, Clara decided to endure it. If this was what the woman wanted to play, she would indulge her. Carefully, she slid herself away from the tap and pulled up her panties. Yes, if this was the best the woman could do, then Clara would survive it. She would never crawl back into her office and beg her to take it off.

Instead, Clara went straight to her class. Every set of eyes, including the professor’s, immediately turned to her when she walked into the classroom. Ignoring their curious glare, she slowly walked until she reached her desk at the last row and practically eased onto her seat like an old lady.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Amanda, one of her entourage, asked.

“What’s wrong with it?” Clara voice hitched.

“It’s red. You’re having a fever or something?” Amanda frowned.

Shit. Clara hadn’t really thought about it. But now that she did, she could feel the heat off her face.

“It’s the weather.” Clara gestured at the sunny morning sky.

“Uh huh.” Amanda was not convinced but thankfully decided not to press on.

As the class resumed and the professor began explaining on current market trends, Clara began to feel the tightness in her bowel. She kept her composure and sat really still on the chair. She tried her best not to think about it, to listen to the lecture, to find something, anything at all, to distract herself from the plug in her ass.

She briefly wondered if she could ask Amanda to pull it out for her but quickly thought better of it. Amanda was just a friend. Just as any other friends she ever had in her life. And Clara had no doubts that Amanda wouldn’t be able to keep that a secret too. By noon, every student would know she had a plug in her ass and that Clara would never allow to ever happen.

As one professor went out and the other came in to conduct the next lesson, Clara began to feel the pressure building. And it wasn’t just her asshole. Somewhere along the line between discomfort and humiliation, Clara felt a mild arousal creeping into her. The thought of someone could find out and the contrasting vacancy of her pussy compared to her asshole warped into something lustful that Clara couldn’t understand how. It simply felt so wrong it felt good.

Clara inconspicuously eyed her neighbors, making sure that no one was paying too much attention to her as she leaned her body sideways to reduce the pressure. But that only made it worse as gravity tugged against the massive plug, pulling on her tightly constricted anus along with it. That made her pussy throbbed in excitement. So much that she couldn’t even concentrate in class. Not that she ever did in the first place.

Her mouth dried and her face flushed. Her thoughts became incoherent and whatever happened in front of her was simply just a blur. Her hands began to tremble as arousal gripped onto her like a vice. She pressed her hands onto her mount and clamped her thighs tightly and hoped it would reduce the ache on her pussy. It did not help one bit.

Hours upon hours, Clara finally couldn’t hold it on anymore. She didn’t want to play the game anymore. There’s no reason this could be called a justified mean to punish a girl.  She was no longer in the mood to keep her composure anymore. She wanted that thing out and then find a spot to masturbate. Period. On the third class, Clara walked out class and trudged back to Ms. Penrose’s office, each step made her pussy clenched and exacerbated her arousal.

Without any reservation, she barged in to her office unannounced. Ms. Penrose was sitting at her desk, piles of paperwork stacked on the otherwise empty desk. The woman raised her brow as a knowing smile curved at her lips.

“Get this thing out of me.” Clara snapped. Her voice throaty and angry.

“Close the door Clara.” the woman said nonchalantly and Clara immediately obeyed. It wasn’t a command. Clara closed it willingly. Even she wouldn’t want the world to see her ass stuffed with a goddamn plug.

“There. Get it out now.” Clara limped to the couch. Her knees were dangerously close to buckle. When she reached the couch, she carefully eased herself onto the cushioned seat. Her body was visibly trembling and god only knew how many people she crossed path a few moments ago noticed that too.

“Is that how you beg, Clara?” the woman stood up from her desk, her voice darkened.

A shiver ran down Clara’s spine. Every inch of her skin prickled with fear. She had just walked in to the lion’s den and her fate was already at the woman’s mercy. Yet, a part of her didn’t want to admit defeat and remained defiant.

“I’m not playing this stupid game of yours anymore. Take it out.” Clara hissed angrily.

“You think this is just a game?” the woman chuckled eerily. Then, her eyes glowed in a brilliant blue. “Get up.”

Clara body tensed and then like having a life on its own, her body rose from the couch and stood still.


A moments later, Clara was stark naked, standing poise.

“Squat down.”

Her body complied. Clara yelped at the motion as the plug slipped slightly out of her  before slipping back in from the contraction of her anus.

“What are you doing?” Clara exclaimed desperately.

“Stand up.” the woman ignored her.

And she did.

“Squat down.”

“Stop…” Clara groaned.

“Keep quiet and widen your legs.” the woman snarled.

Clara’s jaw locked in place and her lowered limbs parted simultaneously. The woman palmed the girl’s exposed pussy before sliding two fingers into her wet slick. Then, a third finger joined in.

“Is this how you beg, Clara? Didn’t I tell you to address me as mistress?” the woman sneered as she thrust her fingers hard and rough into Clara’s pussy.

Clara eyes rolled back and her body trembled at the assault to her pussy. A long trembling groan rocked out from her throat.

“You can’t win against me, Clara. Give in. Beg me to take it out.” the woman breathed.

“Fuck you.” Clara replied when her voice came back. She was nobody’s bitch. She wouldn’t let herself fall so low anymore.

The woman clicked her tongue as she shook her head. “Clara, you are a sadist greatest joy, do you know that?” the woman said. “You keep fighting even though you know you will not win.”

“I won’t give in to you, bitch.” Clara snapped. Every bit of the sense of compliance, feigned or forced, disintegrated. Clara didn’t want anything to do with this woman anymore.

“That won’t do, Clara.” The woman shook her head in disappointment. “Keep quiet, keep your legs open…” she commanded. “…and Clara, do thirty squats.” she finally added with a lopsided grin.

Clara’s body moved on it’s own, squatting and standing, squatting and standing, up-down, up-down, up-down. Clara moaned through her closed mouth. Her face flushed with heat. Tears of agony rolled down her cheeks as the plug moved in and out to the movement of her body.

The woman stepped away and languidly sauntered to her desk. She then removed her white blouse and black pencil skirt and folded them neatly on it. From her drawer, she took out a leather underwear that looked like a thong. Sultrily, she put them on and tightened the straps to her hips. There was a ring of sort attached to the front of the garment she was wearing. From the same drawer, she took out a mean looking dildo that had a bulging studded tip.

Clara watched in horror as the woman locked the dildo to the ring on the leather garment she wore as Clara continued her squats. It became clear to her that what’s going to happen next. The hair on the back of her neck rose. She was terrified beyond comprehension. That thing was huge and there’s no way it could fit inside her. When the woman came back, Clara had just finished her squats and was panting in exhaustion.

“Sit on the couch and spread your legs.”

Clara did as ordered, lifting her soles onto the couch and spreading her thighs.

“You’ve gotten pretty wet, haven’t you?” the woman mocked.

Clara looked at her pussy and was shocked to find her pubes drenched with her own juice. Yes, she was aroused by the plug but she never thought it would be at such an extent.

“I think we have to do something about it, don’t we?” the woman said sardonically.

Grabbing the base of the dildo, the woman rubbed the studded tip along Clara’s wet slick. Clara shuddered at the contact as tiny blunt nubs scrapped the opening of her love hole. As the rubbing intensified, Clara began to feel light headed. She couldn’t think straight anymore as her pussy ached sweetly under the sensual touch of the tip.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” the woman asked.

“No.” Clara whimpered. She wanted her to slam that dildo in alright, but she just wouldn’t say it. Saying it would mean that the woman had won.

“No?” the woman raised her tone, all the while nudging the tip deeper into her, but never  deep enough just to drive Clara insane.

“No…” Clara shuddered.

“Don’t lie, Clara. Tell the truth.” the woman’s eyes glowed.

“Yes. Please, yes. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy.” Clara heard her own raspy voice.

The woman flexed her hips and thrust forward. Every last thick inch of the mean looking tool slid into Clara’s wet love hole. The girl tensed and wide-eyed and her lips formed a large ‘O’.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.” Clara whimpered, still under the woman’s mind control influence.

The woman pulled out all the way and stopped. Then, she lifted Clara’s chin and forced Clara’s eyes to meet hers. Clara could see the glow in her eyes faded away.

“Do you want that thing inside you again?” the woman asked with a grin.

With her controls back, Clara resumed her defiance. “Get the fuck away from me.” she spat at the woman.

“Tell the truth.” the azure glow returned.

“Yes. Please put it in again.” Clara helplessly said.

The woman chuckled victoriously and then pushed the thick dildo back into Clara’s wet hole. This time, she didn’t pulled out. She undulated her hips, moving the dildo in and out of Clara’s pussy in a leisurely fashion. One hard inch after another, slowly going in and out.

Clara bit her quivering lower lip. It wasn’t enough. The woman wasn’t fucking her, she was teasing Clara. The bulging tip gliding in and out only made Clara wanted more, wanted to be fucked hard and fast.

“Tell me what you want, Clara.” the woman said.

“I want you to fuck me harder.” Clara, unable to lie, groaned through her clenched teeth.

“Like this?”the woman hastened her thrust, the dildo shot into her pussy hard.


Ms. Penrose drove harder and pummeled the dildo into Clara’s pussy repeatedly.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Clara squealed in delight at every hard pound on her pussy.

Gripping her thighs for supported, the woman rocked her hips hard. Her thighs smacked against Clara’s bare ass at every thrust and threatened to dislodge the plug inside Clara’s asshole. Clara’s body, still under the previous command, kept the plug in despite of the hard pounding happening just half an inch up.

“Do you want to come?” the woman asked, never slowing down her thrust.

“Yes. Oh yes.” Clara hissed.

“Beg me.”

“Please let me come mistress.” Clara repeated those words as if that’s the only thing she knew how to say. Nothing else mattered anymore. Everything she felt was down on her pussy and her asshole. The strong sensation wrecked her mind like a violent tornado. It was crazy. She was crazy. Crazy for wanting the woman to fuck her crazy.

“Come, Clara.”

Like a switch being flipped, Clara convulsed and her eyes rolled back. Her back arched and her toes curled. A long raspy inhuman cried rumbled out of Clara’s throat as pleasure ripped through her body like a tsunami. When the dildo evacuated her pussy, a stream of love juice sprayed out of Clara’s opening and stained the wood panels below.

After the nerve-wreaking release, Clara’s head limp to the side as she gasped for air while her body still locked in place by the mind control, legs spread and her pussy unprotected, still at the mercy of the woman.

“Do you like that?” the woman cooed.

“Yes.” Clara said, not sure if the mind controlling or that she genuinely did like it.

“You see, Clara. There’s no fighting me.” The woman’s voice soften and trailed her fingers along Clara’s sweaty forehead.

At least not yet. Clara said to herself inwardly. But she’s too tired to think about fighting now. All she wanted to do want to lie down and have a nap.

“And I’m going to prove to you again and again until you remember that.” the woman grabbed Clara’s hair and forced her to look into her eyes.

Clara squealed in agony when the woman pushed the dildo back into her pussy. With the mind control still in effect, Clara’s legs remained wide open for the woman to access her battered love hole.

“Your punishment has just begun.” the woman hissed and began rocking her hips violently, coaxing Clara’s pussy to come again. It didn’t take long before Clara reached another explosive climax.

“Now, let’s see if we can get the third one out of you.” the woman remarked snidely.

Clara shook her head in protest, but without the will of her own to move, her body remained the subject of Ms. Penrose’s mercy. And mercy was not something the sadistic consultant showed often.

She pounded the poor girl for another good fifteen minute, forcing her to come for the third time. By then, Clara so exhausted that her thighs were beginning to close due to fatigue.

“Emmm…look at your pussy. So red, so well fucked.” the woman stared at Clara’s wet snatch. The pussy was slightly parted, revealing all the red soreness deep within. Then, she held up Clara’s head by her hair. “Will you fight me again?”

“No. Mistress.” Clara whimpered breathlessly.

Not now, Clara told herself. Now, she would submit. She couldn’t win over the woman under such compromising situation. But after she learned more about the woman, she would fight. She would make sure the woman paid for everything that she had done to her. She promised herself that. And she wouldn’t stop finding a way to settle the score even if she die.

“Tell me the truth.” the woman’s eyes glowed once more.

“I will fight you.” Clara blurted.

“I see.” the woman smirked. “I will see you try. For now, I think you’ve got what you deserve. You may let go of the plug now.”

And just like that, Clara expelled the large black plug out of her asshole and the rubber device bounced on the floor.

“That’s it for today. I will see you tomorrow.” she stood up and walked to her desk. “And Clara, there will be consequences if you break the rules.”

Aching all over her body and especially her pussy, Clara staggered to her clothes and languidly put them on. When she was done, she walked out of the room dejectedly. Today, she had definitely lost the battle. And today, she realized she might not win the war after all.

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