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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Punishing The Bratty Girl

What happens when you mix seven billion dollars parents and a girl that has the looks and body to kill any guy on sight?

Well, you get Clara, the bitchiest girl the Wilhelm Academy of Science and Social Studies had ever seen. She never cared about anyone other than herself. Her friends, all in for her money, basked her with attention and praises, hell, this girl thought she was God herself.

Discipline was never a problem for Clara because she simply could give a rat’s ass about it anyway. She was a complete shit of a student with countless of rules violation under her belt and if the academy was really honest with the record, (they wouldn’t because they might lose the millions of dollars of endowment her parents showered the academy with) the list would be longer that the constitutional rights.

Truancy, vandalism, public indecency, late for school, misappropriation of chemicals, misappropriation of school properties, theft(God only knows why she needed to steal), disrespecting educators, smoking in the academy’s vicinity…the list went on and on. In fact, one might even consider asking which rule in the handbook she hadn’t broken yet.

The administration had always turned to a blind eye when it comes to Clara. One rotten student in the proverbial basket might ruin the entire batch, but it did come with a hefty, for the lack of a better word, compensation. So why bother correcting her if her parents were still funding the school regardless.

That, however, was no longer possible when a building was almost burnt down because of a poorly extinguished cigarette Clara had smoked. Everyone knew she was the cause and everyone wanted resolution for the brat of a girl. The administration, hoping to appease the public, hacked out a deal with Clara and her parents. Clara would attend consultation sessions daily with a consultant the academy appointed. The consultant had to be hired from outside of the academy since none of the existing consultant in the academy would take Clara in.

Everything was set. As long as Clara attended the consultation, her parents wouldn’t have to suffer the embarrassment of their daughter being expelled. The academy got to keep their endowment funds too. It was a win-win situation. A heck of a deal.

And so it began, on the sunny Monday morning on the following week. Clara opened the door and walked into the consultation room. She sighed exasperatedly, making sure that the consultant inside could hear, and tossed her bag to the blood red couch on the middle of the room. She leaped over the backrest and landed onto the couch with a loud thud.

“You are late.” a woman in her early thirties said.

“Well, yeah. Traffic.” Clara lied nonchalantly.

“You are supposed to be here by nine.” the woman reminded.

“Let’s just get over with the bullshit. We all know this whole thing isn’t going to work.” Clara said as a matter-of-factly.

“What isn’t going to work?” the woman spoke slowly as she sat down on the chair opposite of the red couch.

“You. Me. Talk.” Clara cocked her eye.

“Why isn’t it going to work?” the woman said.

“Really? You need me to tell you why?” Clara rolled her eyes.

“We do have two hours to talk. Might as well start from there.” the woman shrugged as she corrected her narrow glasses.

“Well, if you must know. The last three consultants assigned to me all quit by the third day. So I will spare you your noble effort and we can sit right here, you mind your business and I mine, and we can pretend the session worked out fine in the end of the day. How’s that sound?” Clara sneered.

“It does sound tempting. But I have a reputation to uphold, Clara.” the woman retorted calmly.

“And what that reputation has to do with me?” Clara nudged her pumps out of her legs with her toes, swung her legs up to the couch and lied down for a nap. She was still suffering a hangover from last night’s clubbing.

“You see, I never fail my client before.” the woman’s voice turned cold, almost sinister.

“Well, your client is asking you to fuck off.” Clara said without any reservation, keeping an arm over her eyes to keep out the glaring light.

It wasn’t until Clara heard a familiar click of a door being locked that she stole a peak. The woman wasn’t on her chair anymore. Alarmed, Clara sat up and turned to the door. The woman, with her back against the entrance, was grinning at her.

“You are not my client.” the woman corrected.

“Oh for fuck sake, get a life bitch.” completely undeterred by the smile the woman was wearing, Clara leaned back down on the couch with a groan.

“I will expect you to call me mistress in future encounters.” the words came out were cold and commanding.

Clara had to stop herself from sniggering. Was this bitch for real? Clara would have killed herself before she would refer anyone her mistress. Let alone a stupid consultant that the academy hired. She was her own mistress. Period.

Then, a sudden chill went down her spine. The air seemed to be colder than just a second ago. The room became quiet. Too quiet, to a point that it was eerie. Something didn’t felt right and Clara sat up again. That’s when her heart raced and every hair on her skin stood up.

A glowing pair of blue eyes were glaring at her. The woman sitting on her chair was something out of a horror movie. The glow was definitely not natural and every shred of her consciousness told her that she had to leave this room right now.

But her limbs wouldn’t move. Her body remained still. It was as though her body had been locked inside a cast, completely solid and immobile. Her heart rate skyrocketed. She had never felt something like this before. Was this even possible? She tried to move again but only managed to elicit a pathetic shudder.

“What have you done to me?” Clara shouted.

“Shhhh…” the woman shushed with a finger on her lips.

Clara’s lips smacked shut and her teeth firmly clenched together. Her breath hitched as her tongue slacked and no longer could move. Her eyes turned to the woman, Clara was wide-eyed and flabbergasted.

“Now, strip.” the woman commanded.

Immediately, Clara’s hands darted to the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head without even the slightest of hesitation. Despite tears began to roll down her cheeks, her hands with the life of their own when to her back and unhooked the bra. The lacy garment fell to her lap, exposing her C-cup breasts to the cold chilly air.

Her hands went to her jeans and began fumbling with the button. She fought with everything she had in her to try and stop it, but her hands kept on going, unbuttoning and unzipping the front, and with a swift motion, both her jeans and her panties dropped to the floor.

“Emmmmmmmmm…..” Clara pleaded. She was terrified now. The woman was controlling her body and there’s nothing she could do about it. She screamed inwardly, hoping that somehow her inner desperation could release the control the woman had on her.

“Lift your legs up and spread them.” she said.

Clara’s body obeyed. Her lower limbs were lifted until her sole pressed against the soft cushion beneath. Her knees gradually parted and Clara even felt her pussy widened slightly. The woman lowered her eyes to Clara’s pussy and a wicked grin tugged her lips.

“Spread your pussy with your fingers.” the woman commanded.

Clara’s hands, shaking from the conflict in her mind, pressed against her bare pussy. Her fingers were trembling sporadically as she fought to stop the mind control. Gradually, she felt a tingle of sensation at the tip of her fingers. Then, her fingers curled ever so slightly to her own command and she suddenly felt hopeful. She kept her struggle and the trembling fingers started to move away from her pussy.

“Huh. You are stronger than you look.” the woman remarked. “Oh well.”

The woman stood up from her seat and walked to Clara. She placed one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her chin. Firmly, she tilted Clara’s head and glared right into the girl’s eyes.

“Spread your pussy now.” her voice sterner and within a fraction of second, every shred of control was out of the window. Clara’s fingers went straight to her pussy and parted those lips without so much of a blink of an eye.

The woman released Clara and stepped back to marvel at the sight. Her gaze eventually moved downwards and stopped at the spread pussy.

“Wider.” she said.

An like a puppet being pulled by her master, Clara parted her pussy wider.

“More.” the woman added.

Clara tensed and whimpered at the sharp sting on her pussy, as thought she had torn her skin. Despite the pain, her fingers never let go, keeping her pussy painfully spread and opened.

The woman, satisfied with the sight, leaned forward until her lips almost touches Clara’s. Then, she moved down, her soft lips lightly pecked on every inch of skin along the way, from her neck, to her breast, down to her stomach, before finally landing on her spread pussy.

The woman licked the soft pink flesh of Clara’s love hole. A surge of sensation flooded Clara’s mind. It felt weird. It felt wrong. Clara silently screamed. She had never been with a woman before. She had never even kissed a woman. But now…

Clara squealed. She felt the woman’s tongue slipped into her. The woman was eating her pussy and she practically spread it for her. The humiliation made Clara wanted to cower and cry. Yet another tiny part of her was enjoying it and wanted to grab the woman’s hair and pressed it against her pussy.

“You like that, don’t you.” the woman observed.

Yes. No. I don’t know. Clara thought to herself. It shouldn’t feel this good. It felt wrong. But yet, it felt invigorating. It made her feel alive, more alive than she had ever been. And she wanted more. She wanted the woman to eat her till she comes.

When the woman moved away, Clara almost begged her to come back. Almost, since she couldn’t speak. The woman stood up, her hand patted softly on her wet pink mount. Two fingers easily found refuge inside her, coaxing a tiny gasp from the girl.

“This is what you will expect if you obey me. Clara.” the woman whispered.

Clara looked into the woman’s eyes again. The blue glow was still there, cold and demanding.

“But if you disobey me…” she trailed off and turned around before sashaying back to her desk. From the desk, she picked up a small pot of cactus and returned. Clara shivered in fear at the sight of the intimidating plant. No, she’s playing her. Clara thought. She wouldn’t do it. She’s her consultant for crying out loud, not her sadist.

“Take this.”

One hand went forth and took the pot from her.

“Put the tip on your pussy.”

Clara’s heart fell to the ground. A sharp shuddering breath escaped her lungs as her hand maneuvered the spiky decorative piece to her nether region and pressed the thick blunt tip onto her wet folds.The spike prickled on her pussy and Clara’s yelped. And then her hand stopped, holding the cactus poised at her love hole.

The woman walked around the couch and wrapped an arm around Clara’s shoulder from behind.

“I’m going to let you speak. But if you do something stupid, like screaming, I’m going to shut you up and I’m going to make you spend the rest of the one hour and forty minutes fucking that cactus.” she warned with a deadpan voice and from there Clara knew that she was not joking. This woman would really make her fuck herself with a cactus. The thought elicited more tears from the girl.


One word and Clara felt her jaw relaxed and her tongue moving again.

“Wha…what do you want?” Clara sobbed.

“I want you to obey me.” the woman nibbled her earlobe.

Did she have a choice in that? Clearly no. There’s only one answer to that question. “O-okay.” Clara stammered.

“No, Clara.” the woman shook her head lightly. “Buckle your hips.”

Clara  let out a cry as she involuntarily flexed her hips forward and dozen of thorns dug deeper into the girl’s pussy.

“Okay what?” she asked.

“O-okay m-mistress.” Clara sobbed.

“Good girl. Now, relax your hips.”

Clara sucked in a breath of relief as her pussy moved away from the thorns. The woman removed her arm from her and took back her seat.

“You can put the cactus on the couch now.”

Clara waited for her body to respond and when seconds passed without so much of a jerk, she realized that she wasn’t being mind controlled anymore. Was the woman losing her mind control ability? There’s only one way to find out. Immediately, she tossed the wretched plant away and scampered off the couch. She ran as fast as she could to the door. When her hand turned the knob and was about to pull open the door, her body turned concrete at the same time she heard the word ‘stop’.

“Keep quiet.” the woman added just in time to thwart Clara’s attempt to shout for help. “Oh dear, Clara. Didn’t I just told you to obey me?”

The words washed over Clara’s naked skin like bleach. Every inch of her skin prickled.

“Lock the door and then put your hands on it.”

Unwillingly, Clara locked the door and placed her hands on it.

“Spread your legs.” another command and Clara’s body sprang into action, parting her lower limbs into a wide stance.

Clara squealed inwardly when she felt the familiar prickling of the cactus on her pussy. Her body trembled in fear as the woman glided the thorny plant along her tight crevice.

“Do you really want the cactus deep in your pussy?” She nudged the cactus deeper into Clara’s pussy.

Clara let out a muffled whimper. She wanted to shake her head, maybe even apologize for trying to escape, but the command had her stiff as a statue. And there’s not a single doubt in her mind that if the woman pushes the cactus forward, her body would remain still and her pussy would be forced to swallow it.

“Since this is your first offense, I will spare you the cactus.” the woman finally said and Clara couldn’t be more relieved. “Sit on the couch.” the woman said.

Clara’s body turned automatically and went to the couch. From the eyes of someone outside the room, it would appear that Clara was doing it willingly. That was far from the truth. She silently hoped someone would come through the door and rescue her from this…this…she didn’t even know what this woman was. Was she even human?

The woman went behind her desk and started to search her drawers. She looked at Clara for a moment, as though she was sizing Clara up, and the resumed her search.

“There.” She finally said and pulled out a thick purple rubber dildo. The woman brought the mean looking tool to Clara and told her to hold it. Clara’s body complied immediately and grabbed the thick dildo.

“Fuck yourself with it.” she commanded.

Her legs parted, her hand maneuvered the dildo until the tip was pressed against the her opening, and without any visible hesitation, Clara’s arm flexed and the dildo plunged deep into her own pussy.

Clara moaned quietly as the thickness filled and stretched her love hole to the brink to tearing. Her eyes rolled to the back at the forceful violation by her own hand. Then, as commanded, she pulled the dildo out of her pussy before slamming it back in. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in.

“Faster.” the woman amended.

And like a robot following instruction, her arm flexed faster and the dildo moved in and out of her hole at a higher rate. The woman leaned in until her lips touched Clara’s ear.

“Faster, Clara.”

And faster she did. The dildo pumped in and out of her hole so fast, her skin was dragged out on every pull. Her hips buckled reflexively, giving more access for her hand to negotiate around, allowing better leverage to fuck herself harder and faster.

“Good girl. I will be out for a moment.” the woman planted a kissed on Clara’s sweaty forehead and then went to the door.

“Oh, and one more thing. Don’t come.” the woman gave her last command and then walked out of the door, locking it behind her.

Clara knew that the woman wasn’t in the room anymore. She had heard the door locking and the fading footsteps. The woman was no longer here. But why was her body still under her control.

She whimpered inwardly. Her pussy was drenched with her love juice and she could feel the familiar butterfly feeling in her stomach. If she didn’t stop soon, she would come. Wouldn’t she? Yet, she heard the command telling her not to come. Would her body really complied to that extend of not coming? Or was it a test? She would find out soon enough.

Her pussy soon felt the familiar build-up and began to throb. Oh God, she whimpered inwardly. Her hand didn’t seem going to stop anytime soon. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in. It was relentless.

Thirty minutes later, Clara was shaking from the torment. Her pussy did not come. The command was absolute. Her body simply couldn’t orgasm.

Fuck. She screamed inwardly as her eyes rolled back. Where the fuck was the woman? Clara asked. She wanted her back, wanted her to allow her to cum.

Finally, her hand soon tired out and the rate grew slower and slower until her hand simply limped to the side. She could feel her arm burning from the relentless motion and the ache was beginning to slip into mind. Nevertheless, she was grateful that her hand simply couldn’t follow through and the urge to come slowly die down as well.

Her relief was shortlived when her other hand grabbed hold of the dildo and resumed from where the other hand had left off. Clara jerked against the assault. Her muscle tensed, her toes curled, and her hips flexed. Her wilting orgasmic build-up was revived again and continued to sprout.

She was so edged, she didn’t even hear the woman coming back in. The woman took the seat in front of Clara and crossed her legs. A smirk on her face as she watched the girl fucked herself crazy.

“You may speak now.” the woman said.

“Oh God, please let me come. Please let me come. I want to come.” the words poured out of Clara’s throat in short gasp.

“You clearly have not learn your lesson.” the woman shook her head disappointingly.

“Please mistress.” Clara quickly added. “Please, let me come mistress.” she begged further.

“Good girl.” the woman smiled. “You may come.”

As the word hit her eardrums, Clara’s body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched gracefully. Her legs straightened and after a long shudder, a gush of feminine nectar jettisoned out of her pussy. A loud guttural groan followed.

Clara still wasn’t out of the water yet. Her hand kept the dildo moving inside her. And soon after her first orgasm, another one ripped through and the strength was as great as the first. And then her third followed quickly.

“Mistress, please stop.” she begged.

“You are learning. Good girl. You may stop.”

Her hand let go of the dildo and the thick soppy tool slid out of her swollen pussy and dropped to the ground. Her center of gravity shifted and the girl collapsed onto the couch, heaving in exhaustion. She closed her eyes and quickly passed out.

Clara felt something covering her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a medical bed wearing an oxygen mask. An IV attached to her right hand, which ached badly when she tried to move.

And then a daunting face came into Clara’s view. The familiar sadistic smile hovered just a few inches from her. Clara’s skin tensed and the teeth clattered in fear.

“I think she’s awake.” the woman who made Clara fuck herself told someone.

Another face came into sight. It was a man in his forties. He expertly peeled open Clara’s eye and flashed it with a penlight.

“Where am I?” Clara asked the man.

“You are in the hospital. You fainted and your consultant brought you here.”

“Is she alright, doctor?” the woman interrupted.

“She’s fine Ms. Penrose. Just a little fever. She can be discharged before noon.” the man said.

Ms. Penrose. Clara quickly etched the name into her brain. She needed to remember her name if she was to report her.

“Well, I’m glad she’s fine.” she smiled at the doctor, it was much warmer than the ones she gave Clara. Ms. Penrose turned to Clara, her eyes glowed briefly before returning to auburn. “Why don’t you tell Dr. Hendricks here what happened to you?”

Was that a command? Or was she trying to trick her. Before Clara could answer that, her body sprang into action. She took away her mask and told the doctor that Ms. Penrose threatened to fuck her with a cactus. That it was her fault she’s in the hospital.

“What are you talking about?” the doctor took a step back and eyed the girl incredulously.

“It’s true, doctor. I forced her to fuck herself.” Ms. Penrose confessed.

The doctor shook his head. “You are kidding right?”

“It’s true. She made me do things to my own body. Call the cops.” Clara added vehemently.

“Alright. I’m not sure what’s going on. But I’m going to get the officer.” the doctor turned to the exit.

Just as the doctor was about to exit, Ms. Penrose’s eyes glowed again. “You forget the conversation.” she said.

The doctor stopped on his track. Then, he turned around with a frown. Did it worked? Clara held her breath and hoped for the best. She gripped the bedsheet tighter, ignoring the aches on her limbs.

“How silly of me. I almost forget to prescribe you your medicine.” the doctor let out a soft laugh.

Holy shit! Clara face blanched. She eyed the doctor, hoping that he was just pretending to be. When he actually pulled out his booklet and started writing down prescription that Clara knew the command worked.

“Take it to the pharmacist.” the doctor handed the piece of paper to Ms. Penrose.

“I will. Thank you doctor.”

When the doctor exited the room, Ms. Penrose turned to Clara and gave her a knowing smile.

“Where’s my parents?” Clara hissed. She felt slightly more confident than she was in the office. This was a hospital, and she knew even Ms. Penrose wouldn’t do something stupid in a place where people could just walk in.

“They are outside.” she said.

“I want to see them.”

“Of course. But I don’t need to remind what you’ve just saw, do I? I can simply erase their memories.” she leaned in closer, so close Clara could feel her body heat. “If you tell them, I will erase their memories of you. Okay?”

Clara swallowed. She thought for a bit but quickly realized that she really didn’t have a choice. If her parents lost the memories of their daughter, she might as well be living in the streets. Her parents were her sole contributor, the only two person in the world that’s keeping her alive and well fed. “Okay.” she finally muttered.

“You are forgetting something, aren’t you?” The woman asked with a stern voice.

“Okay. Mistress.” Clara corrected.

“Good. And I will see you tomorrow. Be on time or I will have to be a little creative with the cactus I have.” she chuckled and turned to the door.

“Oh, and don’t bother running away from me, Clara. Because if I have to come look for you, which I will find you, things will be very different from now. See you at nine tomorrow.” she added and then left the room.

Seconds later, Clara curled into a ball and began crying. She really was in deep trouble now.


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Psych Ward Secrets

Disclaimer : This story contains some rather disturbing content that involved rape and gangbang. If that’s not your thing, do not read this. If it is, then feel free to join in. No pun intended.

Maggie wasn’t pleased to see her older sister, Molly. It wasn’t because of the fact that her sister was wearing a white gown, nor because of the messy head of brown hair that was in crying need of a perm, nor because of the lack of response she was getting out of her sister.

“How long are you going to pretend to be insane? We both know you pleaded insane to avoid federal prison.” Maggie spat in distaste, staring at her sister as though she was some sort of fiend.

A small grin, brief and inconspicuous as it might, tugged Molly’s lips. Nevertheless, that was the only reaction Maggie had gotten out of her in fifteen minutes time.

“Mom is worried. She wants to talk to you, Molly.” Maggie hands clenched into tight fists. The only thing that was stopping her from grabbing the woman in front of her and thundered her with half a dozen slaps was the fact that she cared for her. Deeply.They had shared many wonderful memories together as children, up to adulthood. That changed when a fraud scandal landed Molly on the FBI’s criminal list.

“And dad…well, dad was not himself lately.” Maggie’s voice softened, almost as if she was beginning to give up. She remembered how their dad, badgered and harassed by the press and victims alike, became reclusive and barely even step out of the house anymore. As though the painful memory brought back the detest for her sister, Maggie slammed the metal table in fury.

“Will you at least say something?” she shouted, gathering several curious pairs of eyes around her. A male attendant standing by the door let out a cough as he turned to the sisters. Maggie raised her hand and silently apologized.

“Monetary fraud, Molly. How could you?” she turned back to her stolid sister. “Ten million dollars. You’ve cheated ten million dollars out of poor folks and old pensioners. How could you do such a thing, Molly?” A drop of tear slid down her scarlet cheek.

Molly remained unresponsive. Blinking, breathing, blinking, breathing. That’s all she did. Not a word. Not a whimper. Not even a show of remorse. Nothing. It infuriated Maggie even more.

“Fine, I have enough of this shit. You are on your own. I won’t visit you anymore.” Maggie pushed back from the table; the chair screeched along the floor. She sprang up and trudged to the exit.

Molly watched the back of her sister, her mouth pressed into a thin line. Stupid woman. She almost got her cover blown. Hadn’t she realized that somewhere in this room was a recorder, ready to capture a compromising moment that could send her months of preparation and effort down the drain? God knew just how gullible Maggie was.

Anyway, Molly was glad that the small reunion was finally over. And if her sister kept her words true, it might be the last one that she would have to endure in her remaining five months of stay in this psych ward. And after that, she would be free. Her psych evaluation would be deemed fit for society and she would once again be on the free world.

She had everything planned out ever since the FBI began to trail her. It wasn’t easy, of course. She had much to do to convince everyone that she should belong in a psych ward than a federal prison. A few acts here and there; erratic behaviors, rage, shouting in the office. It didn’t take long for people to notice that she was off, mentally. She even went to three different psychologists, threw fits in their offices and then subsequently quit the therapy. Four months later and a long court trial, testimonies built up and all conclusively indicated that she was mentally unfit. She still couldn’t believe she had pulled that off. But she did. The jury was even convinced that she was severely depressed, and therefore could not be responsible for her actions.

“Ms. Larse. Time for you to go back to your room.” the attendant reminded.

Molly stood up and followed the attendant back to her room. She went to her bed and lied down, and then picked up the book and read where she had left off. It was fairly boring in here, but at least it wasn’t federal prison. Time past slowly in this utilitarian space. She would read, think, read again, think more…and then there would be activities; group gathering, meal time, exercise, bath time, etc. And that’s one day to be ticked off of the calendar.

An attendant came to her room by afternoon and told her that it was time for her psych evaluation. Or in other words, a session with the shrink. It was a compulsory part of her stay. Three times a week. Not something she looked forward to, but it wasn’t something she would dread about either. Besides, she had someone paid the shrink a healthy sum of money to make sure her record stay pristine. All she had to do was to show up, sit down, and have a cup of tea. Thirty minutes later, she would be back in her room reading and her chart would have an additional goody point.

But not today. When Molly entered the shrink’s office, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She had to blink a few times for reality check. The stoic mask she wore for the whole day showed signs of cracks as she stared into the person’s eyes.

This was not her shrink!

“Have a seat Ms. Larse.” A brunette in her thirties, sat with her legs crossed, gestured at the couch. Beautifully sophisticated and athletically built as she might be, there was something off about her that Molly just couldn’t seem to place.

Hesitantly, Molly looked around the small office, hoping in vain that she would find her shrink tucked somewhere in here.

“Is there a problem?” the woman asked with a raised brow.

Trying her best to remain calm, Molly shook her head slowly and shuffled to the couch. The bright, airy, and cheerfully decorated office was a direct contrary of the dark chaotic despondency inside her.

“Where’s Ms. Burns?” Molly couldn’t help but to ask.

“She…” the woman adjusted her glasses, “is not available in the moment.”

Molly bit her tongue. This was not part of the plan. She hadn’t thought that her shrink would ever be replaced. She might get through acting deranged and mad in front of the attendants or jury or the judge, but even she wouldn’t dare to challenge the perceptive eyes of a qualified shrink. That’s why she paid off the previous shrink in the first place.

“When will she be back?” Molly heard the tremble in her voice.

“I am not told when she will be back.” The brunette offered a smirked and Molly felt a chill down her spine. “But she won’t be back in quite some time. She has other…priorities that she needs to handle.” The stressing of the ‘s’ in priorities turned Molly’s stomach upside down. It was as if this woman was telling her something.

“Is my lawyer told about this arrangement?” Molly blurted.

“Your lawyer was informed. He wasn’t very please with the arrangement but everything was sorted out. You need not worry too much.” The woman explained.

“No. I want to speak to my lawyer.” Molly stood up and tried to leave only to be pushed back to her seat by the attendant.

“I’m sure you would. But Molly, my dear. Your lawyer died in a car accident yesterday.” The woman chuckled, as if it wasn’t much of a deal, as if she had already knew the accident was going to happen.

Molly’s face paled. Her hands trembled in fear. This was not happening. This woman was going to break apart her plan like a sledgehammer onto a porcelain vase. Calculations coursed through her brain circuitry, looking for a way out, a plan B.

Her sister.

“I need to speak to my sister.”

“I’m afraid that’s not an option.” the woman shook her head mockingly.

“I have the right to talk to my family members.” she raised her voice.

“And I’m sure you have the right to play crazy as well, Molly.”

Molly’s throat clamped. Her fingers clinched to tight fists. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” she finally said.

“You see, Molly…” the woman leaned forward, her face a feet from Molly’s. “your little stunt left a lot of people jobless and homeless.”

The woman then leaned back onto the back rest, uncrossed her legs before crossing it the other way. “Well…” she said with a wry smile. “most of them anyways.”

“Wha-what are you trying to say?” Molly stammered. The back of her hair rose as she felt a sense of fear, slowly creeping up on her.

“What I’m trying to say is that a small fraction of those people you’ve cheated didn’t lose everything. A substantial amount, no doubt. But not enough to jump off a cliff or search the garbage can for food on the street.” she paused for a moment, looking at the window outside as if in deep thought. Gradually, she turned back, her eyes burning with anger. “And these people wanted to see justice served.”

Molly blanched. The woman in front of her knew about her plan. Everything she had worked so hard for was now at risk of crumbling down.She needed to get out of here. She sprang and raced for the door. A strong arm quickly wrapped around her neck and pushed her to the floor. She tried to get away but her small built simply couldn’t push away the attendant that was twice her size.

“And Molly dear…” the woman crouched by her side and stared into Molly’s eyes. “I’m here to make sure that’s carried out.”

Fear, a feeling she hadn’t felt in years, took away her stolid form. Her mask crumbled into tiny unsalvageable pieces. She wasn’t expressionless now. She was terrified. She didn’t want to go to prison. And this woman here clearly could and would send her there.

“How much do you want?” Molly asked.

“I don’t want your filthy money.” the woman spat.

“Please…I’ll give you anything. Both of you.” she turned to the attendant. “House? Car? Stock? Anything. Just keep this among us.”

“Fuck your money.” the attendant growled in detest.

“You see, we don’t want your money. Or should I say we don’t want the money you stole from others.” the woman added.

“Please. I don’t want to go to jail.” Molly pleaded.

Then there was a laugh, short giggly at first, then it was an outburst. The woman was laughing. It confused Molly.

“Oh Molly, who said anything about sending you to prison.” the woman finally said as her laughter slowly died down.

Molly almost gave in to relief after hearing that before a daunting question smacked her right in the face. If they didn’t want her go to prison, then what had they planned for her? Her stomach churned at the thought that she wanted to vomit.

The door to the woman’s office opened and two large attendants walked in. One of them was carrying a few rings of rope. They looked at Molly, snide smirk on their face, before turning to the woman.

“The hallway’s clean. All the patients have been sent back to their room.” one of them said.

“Good. Do it now.” the woman commanded with authority.

The two men descended onto Molly, and under the arms of three men, Molly did not stand a chance at escaping. Each of them, as thought they had choreographed this for dozens of times, expertly worked the ropes around her body. A large rubbery ball was stuffed into her mouth. A minute later, Molly found herself gagged, and her arms and legs tied.

One of the men then lifted Molly onto his shoulder. Molly struggled against the restraints as the man took her out of the room. The woman and the other two men followed behind. Molly continued to trash around, writhing and jerking like a live red snapper caught by its tail.

Molly could see white as blood rushed away from her face. Fear was gripping onto her like a cold merciless vice. These people were going to do something bad to her and she knew it. She wanted to escape, wanted someone other than these four to see her and help her. But as they slowly brought her closer to her fate, her chance of getting help grew slimmer.

And then, there was no way out anymore as they brought her into the elevator. The steel door shut behind her and the car went down, pulverizing her hopes to ever get help from the others.

“A little further, Molly.” the woman informed with a sinister smirk.

The elevator finally stopped and the door opened. The man carried her out.  Molly’s struggle became visibly less erratic. She knew of her impending fate. Torture? Solitary confinement? Or would they kill her? If that’s truly what her future had for her, she would rather go to federal prison. She would run back, take the elevator, called the primary investigator and prosecutor of her case, and level out the truth to them. Hell, she would even tell them the 5.7 million dollars she hid in Cayman Islands under the pseudonym of Edward Smith.

Then, her heart skipped. Every inch of her skin tingled with horror as she stared into a padded room through a large window.  Her struggle halted completely as she froze in disbelief. The man holding her noticed the sudden lack of movement and stopped walking.

Scratch that. She wouldn’t just plead guilty in front of the judge and jury. She wouldn’t just return the stolen money. She would walk from door to door, kneel and apologize to everyone she had ever cheated in her fraudulent scheme.

“Oh right.” the woman said. “Like I said…priorities.” she added pointedly.

Molly squealed in horror. It was beyond comprehension. The shrink, Ms. Burns, was hoisted up in the air by four ropes, each rope on each limb, naked, gagged, and blindfolded, while a man pounding away between her legs and another fucking her mouth. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she saw at least seven men, standing by the side, stroking their semi hard cocks, waiting for their turn to use her as if she was some sort of public amenities. And they were all attendants working in this psych ward.

“I wasn’t planning to take her too. The plan was to take you, Molly. But when she tried to shut me out like a guilty criminal, I knew I had to do something. Besides, there are plenty of rooms down here. No one’s using them anymore though.” she elaborated nonchalantly, as if nothing was wrong. “Well, no one except you two.”

The man resumed his pace and took her away from the shocking spectacle she had just witness. When she realized that her fate would be similar to that of Ms. Burns, the need to escape flamed inside her and she struggled harder this time. The man, however, handled her with no apparent strain. He kept his pace, walking along the barely lit hallways.

Each cold echo of footstep panged in the cold dark hallway led Molly further away from her salvation, her means to escape, the elevator. The man soon came to a metal door and stopped. The woman came forth and unlocked it. She pushed on the door, the metal hinges screamed as the door swung back. Molly turned her head to look into the room, to see what sort of hellish nightmare was waiting for her.

Her eyes widened. She couldn’t think properly anymore. Every sense of her being locked in a state of horror. She yelled through the gag, begging for mercy. The room was padded at every corner. A sliver of glass plane, narrow enough for someone outside to look in, was embedded into one of the walls. The pads were old and moldy. A musky scent plagued the room.

“Welcome to your new home, Molly.” the woman remarked snidely. “Set her on that.” she told the man holding her.

Molly writhed profusely as the man took her nearer to the sole furniture in this barren, padded, room. A gynecology chair with restraining straps; very modern looking that came with hydraulic adjusting. It’s the only new object in this old run down room. The leather was glossy and the metal was shinny, and Molly had an idea what they might need that piece of daunting chair for.

The man flipped Molly onto the chair. She hit the leather hard, so hard that the metal hinges of the chair squiggled. As the sudden shift disoriented her, she didn’t put much of a fight as the men untied the ropes and then secure her arms to the leather-covered armrest with thick white restraining straps. When the fog cleared a little and she realized what the men were doing to her, Molly threw yet another fit, trashing her legs in hopes that she could kick them away.

Two pairs of unforgiving grips caught her flailing legs and pressed her calves on a metal flanges extended out of the chair. As the pair of grips held her legs firmly, another pair of hands expertly fastened the restraining straps around them. With her limbs tightly secured, the men worked the rest of the restraining straps, one around her shoulder, one around her stomach and a pair around her thighs.

Molly eyes tears up, her body shuddered in horror as she realized just how immobilized she was. And she felt exposed. Her legs were spread and angled humiliatingly up, revealing the plain white panties she was wearing. They could literally do anything to her and she wouldn’t be able to get away. She would be at their mercy. And that thought made her lightheaded.

“You three can go join Ms. Burns.” The woman told and the men chuckled excitedly as they went out.

Molly bit down on her gag. A surge of electricity course down her spine. This woman in front of her was cruel. There were way too many men in there with her shrink and she had just added three more in. If she could do that to her shrink, whom merely received a bribe from her, what sort of hellish nightmare could she conjure up for her?

“Oh don’t you worry, Molly. There are plenty of men to go around between you two.” the woman remarked snidely. She leaned in, her lips touched Molly’s ear. “I’ll make sure you get your fair share.” she hissed quietly.

Molly tensed. Her body shivered so much in fear that her limbs involuntarily tugged against the restraints. The woman, amused by her reaction, chuckled mockingly.

“Oh, don’t be scare, my dear. We won’t kill you.” she cupped Molly’s cheek, her sharp nails dug into her porcelain skin. “The men won’t want to fuck a corpse anyways.”

She paced around Molly, one deliberate step after another, watching her intently like a fearsome predator. “Besides…” the woman said, “what fun would there be in killing you.”

Molly pleaded through the gag. A torrent of apologies flew out of her mouth in one lumpy mess of incoherent muffle. She wanted to tell the woman that she was sorry, that it was okay to send her to prison. Her eyes were gleaming in desperation.

“There’s no use apologizing now, Molly. What had been done cannot be undone. The damage you’ve caused cannot be repaired. If you hadn’t pleaded for insanity and gone to federal prison, we would have let you be. But to exploit the system and turn your back to the bad deeds you’ve done, that Molly, cannot be forgiven. All you can do now is to accept your punishment like a little good girl…”

The woman pulled a utilitarian looking stool, the steel legs of the chair scrapped the padded flooring, and set the chair between Molly’s lifted legs. And then she sat down, her eyes never left Molly’s.

“My husband jumped off a building when he lost everything.” The woman shook her head slowly.

Molly tensed at the words.

“Selfish bastard. He chose the easy way out.” The woman hissed. Then, her eyes held Molly’s gaze once more. “His death was nothing more than a nuisance for me. And I am not avenging his death. In fact, I think that bastard of a man couldn’t have died faster. But the mess he left behind…the pile of debt…” the woman inhaled. “Well, some good Samaritan helped me resolved the debt…”

The metal door screeched open, interrupting the woman, and an attendant walked in. He was holding a large metal briefcase. “Sorry for the delay.”

“It’s okay. We’ve just got here.” a smile tugged her face.

The man set the briefcase beside the woman and stood expectantly beside her. “Is there anything I can help with?” he asked with a grin as he turned to Molly.

“No.” the woman said. “Not yet. But you can help out over the next room.”

“Very well.” the man then left.

Another one, Molly thought. How many men would this woman allow to fuck her shrink? Molly eyed the man anxiously and when he shut the door behind him, she turned back to the woman.

“Do you know what this is?” she held up a small plastic bag with some sort of medical device inside it.

Molly shook her head fearfully.

“It’s an IUD. This is premium grade. Cost about seven thousand dollars. Way more effective than the lower grades. You can be fucked around the clock for years and will never get pregnant. A courtesy from the good Samaritans that helped me out.” she elaborated and even stressed on the word ‘fucked’ with a lopsided grin.

“Like I’ve said, I didn’t expect Ms. Burns to be in league with you. That’s why I have to get another one. The one I prepared early for you was given to Ms. Burns and as you can see she’s enjoying her gift to the fullest.

“And I’m sure you are going to enjoy yours as much as she does.” the woman placed the packet back into the briefcase and then took out a large pair of scissors. “You don’t be needing this.” she grabbed the hem of her gown and began shredding the garment.

Molly shrieked in horror as she helplessly watched her clothing being ripped away from her body. Each forceful tug elicited a tear from her eyes. The woman cut and tug the shredded fabric, carefully not to damage the restraints while doing so. Molly’s thin cotton gown was gone within a minute, leaving her covered only by her matching bra and panties.

The woman looked at the plain panties and scoffed. One look at the fine material and she instantly knew that this pair of undergarment fetched a price tag of a few hundred dollar.

“You have an expensive taste. It’s a shame that I have to cut these.” the woman remarked pointedly.

Molly’s bra was the first to go. After snip in the middle and a hard tug, her plump breasts were left exposed. The metal blade of the scissors skimmed down her body, the sensation sent tingles down her spine. Two snips, one at each side of the waistband, and a tug, her panties were then yanked away to join the pile of shredded fabric on the floor.

The woman moved a step back and cocked her head. A smile plastered on her face. “My my my…what do we have here.” She reached out and rubbed her thumb on Molly’s bare labia. Molly tensed at her touch. “You have your pubes permanently removed. The men’s going to be really happy with this.”

Molly groaned when the woman slid a finger into her. The woman then withdrew her finger before sliding two in, eliciting a squeal from Molly.

“You have a tight pussy. I guess you are too busy cheating people out of their savings to even have sex.” she hissed sharply. “Don’t worry, this problem shall be rectified soon enough.”

The woman pulled away, picked up a piece of shredded fabric and wiped her fingers. She tossed the piece of fabric haphazardly to the side and dove to the briefcase. After some rattling and shuffling, the woman pulled out a clear plastic speculum. She tore the plastic cover away and applied the lubricant that came with the package onto the device.

“You might not feel very comfortable.” she warned. “But that’s to be expected.”

Molly whimpered when she felt something cool being pressed onto her pussy. The pressure mounted, her pussy parted, the coolness slowly inched into her. Her body tensed when she felt her lips being pushed apart from the inside. Her eyes widened. It wasn’t happening. This was just a nightmare, she told herself.

“Nice and pink. Very healthy.” the woman remarked disembodiedly, almost as if saying those words came as a second nature to her. When she realized what she had just said, she let out a soft chuckle. “Occupational habits.”

Molly shook her head dejectedly. She felt exposed, utterly, completely, exposed. Never had she felt so compromised and so helpless. She was the person who always had a plan and would never venture something she had no control in. Hell, she even went in to court with some degree of control over the verdict through manipulation. This was something she had no control in. Spread and naked, completely at the mercy of a woman she didn’t even know her name.

“Almost done.” the woman informed. A shift tear of the plastic wrapping, she took out the tiny rod and installed it onto the tip of a long instrument. She carefully inserted the rod into Molly’s cervix and with a light pressed on the trigger, the IUD engaged and lodged firmly into position. “There. All set.”

The woman retracted the speculum and tossed it into the briefcase. Molly’s pussy clammed up tightly once more.

“I see you tomorrow.” the woman said with a smile, took the briefcase and stool with her as she exited the room, leaving Molly stranded on her seat, precariously exposed and helplessly bound.

Molly jerked against her restraints. She begged for mercy, ineligible plea after ineligible plea muffled through her gagged. The woman stopped and looked back.

“Enjoy your stay.” she grinned and opened the door.

As the woman closed the door behind her, she took out a door sign and hung it over the knob. She looked at the rectangular brightly colored card and smiled. Justice was about to be served.



Maggie sat on one of the many utilitarian chair which she presumed to be from IKEA and sipped a cup of hot beverage she had just gotten from the local cafe, trying her best ignoring double takes she received from almost every passing attendant. She looked expectantly from side to side as she hoped to see the psychiatrist in charge of her sister’s case as soon as possible. The side glances were giving her the creeps.

“Ms. Larse?” a genteel, feminine voice caught Maggie’s attention.

“Yes, I am.” Maggie turned around.

“I’m Doctor Cramer, I’m your sister’s psychiatrist. Thank you for coming in on such a short notice.” a sophisticated woman clad in short pencil skirt and tight blue blouse greeted her.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Maggie shook her head and stood up.

“My office is this way.” the doctor ushered before strode forth in wide confident steps. Her heels clacked against the tiled floor as she sashayed her way down the hallway. Maggie took her handbag and followed her.

“So, about your sister.” Dr. Cramer started as she sat on her leather swivel chair. Maggie sat down on the chair opposite of the doctor’s table and looked expectantly at the doctor.

“I’ve heard that her condition has worsened. Is it true?”

“I’m afraid so. I’m not sure why, but if I have to guess, I would say PTSD.”

“You mean Post…Traumatic…” Maggie struggled to complete the acronym.

“Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Yes.”

“But…” Maggie squirmed in her seat. She wasn’t sure if she should tell the doctor that she believed her sister was only pretending to be crazy all along. Would it be considered as betraying her sister? “But the last time I saw her…” she weighted her words, “…she was fine.”

“PTSD usually only manifest after some time.” the doctor explained. “Given that your sister has prior violence issues and was already under a lot of stress, the added disorder made her extremely unstable.”

“Unstable?” Maggie couldn’t comprehend with what she had just heard. Her sister was only pretending. She knew it. Her dad knew it. Hell, even some of the relatives knew it. It hadn’t occurred that her sister wasn’t pretending in the first place.

“Yes. She threw fit and some times even attempted to hurt the attendants.” the doctor elaborated.

Maggie covered her mouth in horror as the revelation slowly sank in. No wonder so many attendants glanced at her. They thought she was her sister. It all lit like a light bulb. Best noShe felt like a piece of shit now, for not believing that her sister actually had a condition. Talked about best sisters forever. What a crappy sister she was.

“Can…can she be treated?” Maggie asked shakily.

“With time and medication, yes.” the doctor offered a smile.

“So…” Maggie swallowed hard. “she can’t be out of here anytime soon?”

“No. I’m afraid not. We would like to keep her here for another six months.”

“Okay. And what do I have to do?”

“Although this is a court ordered admission and would normally be done with the order from the court, this institution still requires the consent of immediate family to lengthen the duration of stay. I have acquired the extension for her stay but I still need you to sign this form of consent.” the doctor laid out a wad of paper and a pen in front of Maggie.

Maggie studied the form briefly, only taking in the bold wording while skimming through the rest until she reached a column that asked for her signature. She then turned to the doctor. “Will she be okay in six months?”

“That’s difficult to say. But there’s a possibility.” the doctor nodded absentmindedly.

Maggie hesitated only a fraction of a moment, took the pen signed the paper. As she handed the stack of paper back to the doctor, she asked, “Can I see her?”


Maggie was brought to a room. When she walked into the room, she saw her sister sitting on the bed and staring at the wall in front of her. Her complexion was pale compared to the last time she saw her. Her face was even more expressionless from what she remembered. It was almost as if she was staring at the shell of her sister.

“Molly.” Maggie called out softly, like she’s talking to a newborn.

No expression.

“Molly, it’s me. Maggie. Your sister.” Maggie went up and sat down on her bed. She touched her sister’s face, hoping to get a reaction from her sister, whom remained unresponsive.

“Best not to get too close, Ms. Larse.” the doctor advised.

Maggie ignored the doctor advice and pulled her sister into a hug.

“I’m sorry.” Maggie whispered, tears rolled down her cheeks.

After a short one sided conversation of reassuring her sister that she wouldn’t abandon her, Maggie left the room with the doctor.

“Please take good care of my sister.” Maggie said at the main door.

“I will.” the doctor offered a tight smile and shook her hand. “I will call you should there be any development.”

“Please do. Thank you.” Maggie gave a curt nod and walked out of the building.

Doctor Cramer watched the silver sedan drove off. She still couldn’t believe how similar the woman was compared to her sister. She was relieved that none of the attendant mistook her for her sister and began touching her intimately. That wouldn’t be pretty if it happened.

She turned on her heels and headed back to her office. She picked up the consent form and slid it into the drawer together with a dozen or so hard disk drives. Her lips twitched at the sight of the data storage devices. Every single moment of Molly’s punishment, down to the last sordid second, was all kept inside these drives.

The last record was yesterday night. The doctor smiled at the memory of the spectacle. Molly had her waist and forearms wounded with rings of rope and her left leg hoisted up by the knee while Ms. Burns lapped at her pussy like an obedient puppy. Two women completely lost in their lust after months of extensive of fucking and mind manipulation.

The doctor closed the drawer and locked it. She then left her room and walked to Molly’s. The woman was still as soulless as when her sister had left her.

“Hello again Molly.” the doctor greeted with a snide smirk.

Molly turned to the doctor and looked into her eyes.

“Time to go down stairs.” the doctor held out her hand.

Molly’s lips curved into a grin. She stood up, walked to the doctor, and took her hand. The doctor closed her fingers around hers and tugged her lightly. Molly obediently followed the doctor out of the room.

“Good girl, Molly. Good girl.”

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The Blackmail Club

The muffle boom of the music playing inside the club could be heard as Karissa drove into the driveway.  Not even the sound proofing windshield of her million dollar car could block out the thundering beats coming from the establishment. When she opened the door, the sound roared louder. She slid herself off the car, her thousand dollars Louboutin pumps hit the wet floor, and passed the key to the valet.

The bouncer, a large bulky frame of 6’4″ that dwarfed Karissa’s 5’6″ built, saw her and gave her a curt nod before opening the door for her to pass. The heart throbbing club music blasted out like a jet of air against her smooth olive skin. She strutted elegantly into the crowd of people dancing to the music, her perfectly slender figure formed a silhouette under the kaleidoscopic lighting.

Karissa walked towards the bar counter section, which was decidedly less crowded and was greeted with a waving hand. A smile tugged on her face. Melissa, the proud owner of this fine establishment was as beautiful as Karissa remembered.

“Hey, look who’s back.” she shouted against the music as she opened her to take Karissa into a tight hug.

“I missed you, bitch.” Karissa shouted back.

“Missed you too, whore.” Melissa released the embrace. “Here for the new pet?”

“Would there be any other reason why I am here?” Karissa smirked snidely.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I make one helluva cosmo.”

“Yeah, right. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Karissa remarked sarcastically. “So, the cellar?”

“Yup. You know the way.”

“You aren’t coming?” Karissa frowned.

“Are you blind? This place looked like a warzone.” Melissa gestured at the crazed crowd, jumping and humping their way to the music. “Maybe later. After things die down a bit.”

“Okay. See you then.” Karissa blew Melissa a kiss and walked towards a door guarded by two even bulkier men than then one outside.

The two men parted instantly and Karissa pushed open the door. She walked through a long hallway, the music gradually faded away behind her, until the only thing she heard was the clack of her heels against the cement floor. She turned to a corner and reached a metal door with digital lock mounted on the handle.

Karissa punched in the code and a buzz echoed. She opened the door and entered a room full of stocked liquor and wine, and barrels of beers. Her pumps clacked even louder against the wood flooring. She closed the door behind her and scanned the environment. Other than a few creepy critters lurking at the dark corners, she was the only other living thing in this room.

She strutted along rows and rows of wooden racks, housing the best wine and liquor in the state, until she reached the aisle between the fifth and the sixth row. She walked into the narrow spacing until she reached a brick wall. Her hand reached out to a bottle of wine placed just slightly out than the rest, and she pushed it in. A series of clicks echoed through the storeroom and the brick wall rotated at a ninety degree angle, exposing an entryway into a tunnel.

The faint sound of guttural moans and bark of degrading remarks drummed against her ears. Karissa sucked in a deep breath. It’s been ages since she heard such wonderful sounds and it hadn’t occurred to her that she missed it dearly until now. She walked into the entryway. The brick wall closed behind her.

The further she walked, the louder the sound got. She could make out the muffled pleas of someone being gagged. Light pouring out from a corner, illuminating the end of the tunnel. Her heart grew louder as each step she took. Blood throbbed, her eyes blurred, her sex grew unrest; each step was like injecting herself with a dose of aphrodisiac.

When she turned to the corner, she couldn’t help but smile as she was greeted by the chandelier lit, opulently furnished, completely carpeted, luxurious expanse of a room. Oh, it’s been a really long time since she had one of these sessions. Her presence was immediately greeted by Elsa and Jordan, whom were sitting by the bar counter, stark naked, sipping some kind of colored alcoholic beverage. The two jumped to their feet and came forth to hug Karissa.

“Dayum, bitch. Didn’t see you in a while.” Jordan exclaimed, her red colored beverage in her hand sloshed as she awkwardly maneuvered herself for a hug.

“Thought you were dead.” Elsa added jokingly.

“It’s been a busy year. The market crash, you know. I’m lucky I am not sleeping in the streets right now.” Karissa chuckled. She almost nearly lost all her fortune if it wasn’t for a tip from a confidant of hers. A minute later and she would have lost millions of dollars of investments. She didn’t go unharmed though. She did lost a two million dollars that took a year of hard work to get it back.

“If you ever find yourself on the streets, you know who to call.” Jordan said with a bright smile.

“Knowing what you keep in your basement, I would rather be on the streets.” Karissa rolled her eyes. Jordan had a massive collection of BDSM tools and instruments that not even Karissa dared to imagine herself inside Jordan’s basement, tied and gagged. She had, of course, been in her basement. A few times, in fact, with the rest of the group. And she had witness countless of innocent pussies subjected to ungodly torments inflicted by Jordan. The 6″2′ woman could put any smaller woman in her place with a glare and Karissa had no doubt that the woman could put her in hers too.

“You can call me instead.” Elsa offered.

“No thanks.” Karissa scoffed “You are no better than Jordan.”

“Well, that’s only true if you have a cock.” Elsa cast her a snide grin.

That’s pretty much it. Elsa was the last woman a man wanted to date unless he’s into bondage and edging. And not those softcore edging, no. Elsa was the flesh and bone of Satan when it comes to edging. She could make a man cried and begged for hours without release. Karissa had witnessed a few throbbing male flesh, swelled with desperation, subjected to the warmth of her mouth, the clenching of her pussy, and the grasp of her hand for hours without so much of a drop of cum spilled.

“Good thing I didn’t have a cock.” Karissa rolled her eyes.

She turned to the large expanse of the center of the room and saw what she came here for. A petite brunette about Karissa’s size, her hands tied behind her back, her mouth gagged, her body bent forward, her neck secured to wooden stock, her legs spread by a long metal pole, being fucked hard by Amelia from behind. Her nipples were clamped with a pair of weighted clips.

“That’s the one?” Karissa raised her brows.

“That’s the one.” Jordan affirmed.

“She’s gorgeous.” Karissa complimented.

“She is.” Elsa nodded in agreement.

The brunette was as young as she was beautiful. She could pass as a model for a runway show and Karissa would be surprised if she wasn’t already one. Her breasts weren’t large, but was large enough to attract the attention of men. Her body was fit as a gymnast, lean in the waist yet with curves in all the right places. A few strands of her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead while the rest of the curls swung back and forth to the rhythm of Amelia’s thrusts.

Karissa then met Amelia’s eyes. The owner of several properties, including marinas, golf resorts, and hotels, curved a smile and stopped humping on the poor brunette. She moved away and Karissa couldn’t help but to notice the shuddering of the brunette as Amelia vacated the dildo from her pussy.

“We’ll be back for you in a minute, sweetheart.” Amelia said sultrily as she glided her fingers on the brunette’s bare back whilst approaching Karissa.

Karissa took the frame of the woman as she looked at her from head to toe. Amelia was as powerful Karissa remembered, confident and controlling as always. And then her attention fell onto the black rubbery cock, glimmering with the brunette’s juice, hung massively between Amelia’s legs. She shook her head pitifully to whomever on the receiving end of that black monster. In this case, it would be the brunette.

“Took you long enough.” Amelia said when she was merely few feet away from Karissa.

“Been busy.” Karissa shrugged. “You seem to enjoy your new catch.” she nodded at the brunette.

“Yeah. Best one ever.” Amelia smirked.

“Care to share your secret on how you get your hands on that? She’s like what? Eighteen?” Karissa prompted, and then turned to the other two women. Their knowing grin told her that it was going to be an interesting one.

“Twenty.” Amelia corrected. “She’s one of my maids. A part time one. Caught her stealing my pearl necklace.” Amelia shrugged, as if it was nothing remarkable.

But Karissa knew better. It wasn’t that simple. Nothing was that simple when it come to Amelia. She cocked her brows and displayed a -bullshit!- look at her friend.

“Fine. I ‘accidentally’ placed the necklace on the top of the dining table.” Amelia rolled her eyes and gave Karissa an unapologetic shrug.

“And then planted a camera to catch the act, I presume.” Karissa speculated.

“Yup. The girl’s desperate for money. I gave her a job out of ‘kindness’. A small encouragement was all it needed to trap her in.” Amelia winked.

Karissa wanted to scoff at her mentioning ‘kindness’. There’s nothing kind about her intention. It was a trap set for the brunette to take. Amelia didn’t do kind. She would probably watch starving kids dying on the street while sipping a thousand dollar wine.

“And why is she desperate for money?” Karissa prodded further.

“A certain unpredictable circumstance that had her college scholarship revoked.”

“And I presume you have something to do with that too.”

“I might have made a few calls.” Amelia feigned innocence, but they both knew she was far from it.

“You evil bitch.” Karissa shook her head in utter disbelief. “Only you can planned something so sinister.”

“At least I pay for her college.” Amelia retorted.

“And a generous amount of monthly stipend too. No maid work required.” Jordan added defensively for Amelia.

“Oh, she must be beyond elated about this arrangement.” Karissa scoffed.

“She will be. I fancy her quite a bit. And I’m going to invest a fortune on her. By the time I’m finished with her, she will be sitting at the Bahamas beach sipping cocktails.” Amelia said.

“And how long will that be?” Karissa asked further, casting her sadistic friend an incredulous look.

Amelia turned to look at the brunette and the turned back to Karissa.

“TBD.” She finally said.

Karissa almost wanted to laugh. Whenever there’s a new pet, Amelia would immediately give an approximated duration of acquisition. A week, a month, a year. Never TBD. To Be Decided. This girl must be something to acquire the fancy of the great Amelia. And judging by the brunette’s looks, she couldn’t see why it wouldn’t.

“So how long have you all been at her.” Karissa asked.

“Oh, only a couple of hours.” Amelia answered.

Karissa turned to Jordan and Elsa and they both quickly smirked.

“Each.” the two of them said coherently.

Karissa curved a smile and approached the brunette as casually as possible. She didn’t want to terrify the already terrified girl. But then again, no sane person wouldn’t be under such circumstance. Helpless. Defenseless. Alone. A beautiful lamb trapped by a pack of wolves. Waiting to be devoured.

And that’s what made Karissa shivered in pleasure. She always loved the terrified ones. It made her feel powerful, in control and authoritative.

“Hello, sweetheart.” she whispered into the brunette’s ear. The girl instantly jerked away from her voice. Karissa smirked at the reaction.

Her eyes shifted from the woman and to the carelessly discarded strap-ons on the ground. There were seven of them, each with a strangely shaped dildo. Some with feelers around the shaft, some with a smaller extension at the base for clitoral stimulation, some are just not something one willingly put inside herself. Karissa had no doubt that each of those penile implement had spent plentiful amount of time inside the brunette’s pussy, eliciting countless of orgasm out of this tiny helpless body.

“Break time over.” she heard Amelia announced and the brunette shook violently in protest.

So helpless, Karissa thought. She must be exhausted by now. But she wasn’t the one to decide when it was over. No, she never would be. She would go on. She would take and absorb one merciless thrust after another. Her spread unprotected pussy would endure as long as Amelia pleased.

Karissa straightened and moved a few steps for a better vantage point that offered the view of the brunette’s pussy. Electricity surged through her body at the sight of the angrily red pussy. That must have been aching, Karissa told herself. And just a few inches away was the tip of the monster dildo poised for the brunette’s reluctant pussy to receive.

Karissa pulled her dress up and threw it onto the ground. She then removed her bra and pulled down her panties. The lacy garments joined the pile. One hand immediately went for her pussy, taming the burning ache of her feminine flesh. The other went to her left nipple, teasing the engorged nub.

As if in slow motion, Karissa watched as the tip of the dildo pried open the brunette’s pussy, coaxing the tight lips to part and receive the monstrosity. A soft moan escaped the brunette when the tip burrowed inside her. Amelia closed the distance between her hips and the brunette’s ass. The dildo followed, penetrating further into the brunette’s wet folds until fleshes were connected and every black inch disappeared between those scarlet lips.  The brunette groaned at the discomfort of forceful invasion. A invigorating sound to Karissa as her fingers delved into her pussy.

Amelia retreated, pulling every thick inch out of the brunette’s pussy. Once it was out, she eased her hips forward again. The brunette’s quivering pussy reluctantly puckered, parted, and then absorbed the thickness. It was purposefully slow, just as Karissa preferred. The tame movement was a indication, a statement made for the brunette to understand through her pussy. There’s no escape. I can take as long as I want to fuck you and you will accept that no matter what.

“You like that, Eva?” Amelia asked sardonically. Her movement remained sedated, almost sultry.

The brunette moaned through the gag. If Karissa had to guess, it would be ‘no’. But her verbal input had no bearing on Amelia’s intention. None, what so ever. And that’s when Amelia thrust, hard! So hard the brunette rattled the stock holding her head. The weighted nipple clips swung back and forth, pulling hard against the already sensitive nubs.

The thrusts grew rougher. The brunette’s pussy was held in place and forced to take the blow as the thick dildo ravaged those lips. She cried in pain, or perhaps pleasure, it was hard to tell. Probably both. Karissa’s fingers hastened and drew more of her girly juice out of her pussy. It was so hot watching another person being fucked ruthlessly.

Finally the brunette shuddered against her restraint as what appeared to be an explosive orgasm rocked through her body. Her pussy clenched tightly, spurting the invasive dildo out of her. Amelia smirked as she grabbed the moist dildo.

“I’m not done yet.” Amelia said sardonically.

She guided the tip of the dildo at the entrance and slid the monster back into the brunette’s pussy. The brunette arched her back as a guttural groan rumbled through her throat. Without much of a choice, her pussy was yet again subjected to a merciless torrent of thrusts, each one stronger than the last until yet another orgasm rocked through her body.

This time, Amelia stopped. The brunette was already panting breathlessly against the stock. Her chest rose and fell, tugging against the weighted clamps. Karissa was surprised the brunette hadn’t fainted yet, rocking through two orgasm within an interval of a minute. And Karissa couldn’t help but wished it was her that received the two orgasms.

She turned to Amelia, whom was taking something out of her designer handbag. After a while, she fished out a white square box. She tossed her bag to the couch where she had gotten it from and came back to the brunette. She knelt before her and opened the box. Karissa craned her head curiously and caught a glimpse of white pearls. The necklace, she presumed.

“I think this will suit you.” Amelia said sardonically as she pulled out a chain of exquisitely white pearls from the box. Each pearl was perfectly sized, glistening under the brilliance of the chandelier above, except the center pearl, which was three times larger than the rest and was held in a diamond encrusted platinum shell.

“No wonder she took it.” Karissa remarked.

“It cost more than half a million dollars.” Amelia winked at Karissa and then back to the brunette. “And you know what, Eva. You get to keep it.”

Amelia tossed the empty box to the ground and stood up. “And I know just the right place for it to be.” She strutted elegantly along her body, her fingers scrapped the sweat-covered skin, then down to the waist, then between the voluptuous cheeks, and finally on the anus. The brunette squealed through the gag as she realized Amelia’s intention.

Jordan and Elsa joined in to witness the ultimatum with Karissa. Amelia clipped the end of the necklace together and eased one pearl into the brunette’s tight opening. The brunette’s whimpered for mercy as Amelia proceeded with the second pearl, and then the third, so on and so forth. After a healthy number of pearls had been inserted, Amelia tugged the luxury item and watched a few pearls popping back out of the brunette. The scene went on between insertion and tugging, until every pearl except the largest was tightly packed inside.

“This one is going to be really painful if you don’t relax.” Amelia warned.

The brunette shuddered at the warning. There’s no way she could relax, not when she was helplessly restrained with three dozen marble sized pearls inside her rectum. She pleaded relentlessly through the gag. Unfortunately for her, none of her pleads could change Amelia’s mind of getting the final piece in.

With both thumbs, Amelia pushed the final pearl in. Her anus puckered and widened, and finally swallowed the diamond decorated piece deep inside her. She mewled at the fullness of her rectum and Karissa had no doubt that she wanted to expel the half million dollar jewelry like a big pile of shit.

“Grab me the strap.” Amelia told Jordan, whom hastily went to the cabinet and brought back a leather thong. The thong came with a belt tightening feature, which Amelia fastened it to the brunette’s waist. A black plug sown to the leathery garment was pushed into her anus, trapping the content inside her firmly in place. She then fastened the remaining pieces of straps around her until the whole implement almost resembled a classy underwear. Almost, but not entirely. Because the underwear had a strategically large opening that still kept the brunette’s pussy accessible. Every last tender square inch of it. Prepped and ready for more action. Whether the brunette wanted it or not.

“There. All perfect.” Amelia huffed. “Karissa, your turn.” she added with a sadistic grin.

“It’s almost nine. Someone may be missing her?” Karissa reminded. Even if it was a Friday today, there was a possibility that her parents might be expecting her return. The last thing Karissa wanted was someone to file a missing person’s report. This whole thing had certainly broken several state laws and countless of principles set in the Geneva Convention. The involvement of police was absolutely not allowed.

“Not to worry.” Amelia asserted and then placed her palm on the brunette’s head. “Her mommy and daddy have been assured that she would be staying at a friend’s house this weekend. Isn’t that right, Eva?”

The brunette whimpered in defeat.

“And we are going to spend those few precious days meaningfully.” Amelia added, two of her fingers plunged into the brunette’s drenched pussy, eliciting a moan from her.

“Well then, I guess I can work it out on her for a bit.” Karissa grinned.

She moved to the cabinet; an assortment of strap-ons laid out neatly in front of her. Eight empty spots; seven on the ground, one on Amelia. Twenty two more left to be tried out on the brunette. Karissa took the smaller one and wrapped it around her waist. It didn’t matter though, whether she chose small or large, because in the end, the brunette was going to sample each and every one of them. In all her holes.


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The Acquisition of Sarah – Chapter 1

It’s been a week since I was trapped inside this penthouse. It was a great place to stay, that I’d admit; a sky view over the city, five thousand square feet of living space, expensive furniture, exquisite decors, and a wardrobe filled with designer dresses and apparels. It was a house that could fit for a king.

But to me, this sickening place was nothing more than a glorified prison, a testament to the restriction of my freedom. It constantly reminded me who I belonged to. I had cried within the walls of this opulent abode. I had wailed in agony that was not heard by anyone. Anyone except him. Mr. V

He said it was a contract. One month was all he needed. One month of my complete compliance. One month of my servitude. And then it was over. He would let me go free with all the benefits that a full time employee would enjoy for the rest of the year.

But to me, it wasn’t a contract. It was a hostile takeover. I did not have a choice, really. He made it clear that should I not accept the contract, or break it during the one month duration, he would leak the videos out.

Videos that I had no recollection of being in it. Videos that compiled six hours of explicit details of my body, being used and abused in all kinds of way a human body could. I vomited when I saw the first ten minutes of it. It was revolting and degrading. I could not have done that! I swore I would not have done that. But yet, the person in the video was undoubtedly me. I had randomly skipped through the six hours footage and every scene I saw was me in the center.

And the details were incriminating, making me looked like a porn star who loved my erotic job. If the video ever got out, I wouldn’t get much chance of landing a good job in prominent company. My reputation was at stake and under the duress, I signed the contract. I sold my body to the man whom blackmailed me. I now belonged to Mr. V.

My eyes were dry, tears were long exhausted. I stood up and paced around the penthouse. My mind hadn’t been in its full form since last week. But I’m getting a hang of it now. One week had uneventfully gone by. That meant I still have three weeks to go. I had no idea what Mr. V had planned for me, but if I had to guess, it wouldn’t be something I like. He wouldn’t have blackmailed me if it’s something that I could agree with.

I walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Pellegrino. Quite frankly, I had never consumed such expensive beverage before and I wouldn’t want to consume one if it wasn’t on the house. He said I can use anything in the penthouse. That included the elaborate bathroom, in door swimming pool and everything that I could find my hands on.

I chugged down the cool liquid and when I emptied the glass bottle, I threw it to the trash can. I could use some wine about now but I couldn’t find any. In fact, everything in the kitchen looked too healthy. Diet coke. Gluten free biscuits. Salt-free seaweed crackers. It almost like he’s running a goddamn health center in this fucking penthouse. I picked a pack of unsalted chips, then decided I would rather get hungry and tossed the offending snack back to the rack.

“You don’t like them?” a gravelly voice came from behind.

I swung around and gasped. It was Mr. V. All six foot two of him, standing a mere few precarious inches away from me. I instinctively stepped back until my butt hit the kitchen counter.

“I don’t think I like any other this.” my voice turned cold. I went from started to anger within seconds.

“I can have it changed. What do you like?”

I rolled my eyes. If he thought I was talking about the snacks, he was utterly wrong.

“How about stop blackmailing me? That’s something I will like.” I spat.

“Now Sarah, why would I do that?” his lips curved into a smirk. He fucking smirked.

“Because it’s illegal to blackmail.” I snapped, my fingers clenched to tight fists, tempting to land a few punches on his smug face.

“It’s only illegal when found. And tell me, do you have any solid evidence that I blackmailed you that you can use in court?” he stepped forward.

No, I didn’t have any. Even the contract mentioned nothing of blackmail and the sheer amount of benefits would rip out any suspicion that I signed the documents under duress. I felt small as I leaned back against the counter, pulling myself away from him as far as I could.

“I thought so.” he whispered. His breath smelled of whiskey, oddly sweet and oak-lish.

“What do you want from me?” I managed to said, even though I sounded pathetic and weak.

“For now, my pet…” he trailed his fingers down my chin and then tilted my head to face him. “I want you to strip.”

I clenched my teeth on my lower lip to stop it from quivering. Tears flowed anew as defeat crept in. I was not getting away from this. He knew it. And he knew that I knew it too. Reluctantly, I pulled down the zip of my sundress and let the silk garment crumpled into a pool around my feet.

“Perfect.” he trailed his fingers from my chin and down to my shoulder and then along my hand. “You followed my rules. I’m very pleased.”

I knew what rule he was referring to. Do not wear underwear. Despite the fact I had a drawer full of exquisite lingerie that would have made any girl jealous, I never picked any to wear. I knew it was a test, to see if I would follow through. As much as I hated his list of dos and don’ts, I didn’t really have much of a choice but to obey.

“For that, I shall reward you.” he whispered into my ear. A tingle of electricity course through my veins and I sucked in a sharp breath. I could almost see red. Reward? Was he fucking kidding me? Who the fuck he thinks I am? His dog?

“Oh, god bless you sir.” I rolled my eyes, my voice thick with sarcasm.

His lips flattened into a thin line. And then he shook his head as if he was disappointed. “I think we need to work on your mouth a little bit.”

“Fuck you.” I hissed.

His hand shot to my neck, his grip tight as a vice. Fear seeped in. My heart raced as breathing grew more difficult by the second. I clutched my fingers on his wrist, hoping to pry his grip off of me.

“Manners, my pet. Manners.” he warned.

I grew more frantic when I realized he wasn’t releasing his grip. I tried to kick him, but his body was pressed against mine, my legs harmlessly pinned under his weight.

“Do not test me. Sarah.” he said my name as though it was poison.

I began to feel light-headed. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my head. Spot of colors filled my vision.

When he released my throat, my body convulsed as my lung in a desperate attempt tried to take in the much needed oxygen. Only loosening his grip, he still had me pinned on the kitchen counter. He pushed his knee between my legs and began pressing it against my mount. I whimpered against his grip as the pressure between my legs brought on a torrent of unexpected feeling. Arousal.

He parted my legs with the same knee, coaxing more access to my pussy. Then, his free hand cupped my sex, his middle finger running along the moist opening. I tensed at the sensation. Regardless the fact that I was in all sense being raped, my body couldn’t help but to submit to his touch.

“Stop.” I breathed.

He ignored my plead and strangely, part of me actually liked that. The other part of me, however, was trying a weak attempt to push him away.

When he inserted his finger into me, my mind melted. All defenses were stripped away as I gripped onto his shirt, pulling him to me instead of pushing. The second finger quickly joined in and elicited a trembling moan out of me. Everything didn’t matter anymore. Not the blackmail. Not the contract. Not even the stupid excuse of junk food a feet above me. Nothing mattered other than the fingers inside my pussy.

“Oh God!” I growled as a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. He was rubbing his thumb against my clit. His grip tightened, allowing only ample air to stop me from suffocating, yet not enough for me to keep my mind straight.

It was close. I could feel it. My orgasm. And it was coming like a horde of stampeding wildebeest. Untamed, raw, and wild. My body arched, my eyes rolled back…guttural noise rumbled out my throat. I could see flashes of light.

And then I came.

No, came would be an understatement.

I fucking come! My body convulsed as torrent after torrent of pleasure ruptured from my legs, flooding my system with pure ecstasy. I cried like an animal. My fingers clutched his chest for balance as my legs gave out.

Then, without warning, he turned me around and pushed me to the counter. My breasts flattened against the cool kitchen counter. I heard him unzip his pants.

“No.” I whimpered. I was literally done. Exhausted. Spent.

But he didn’t care. As soon as I felt the tip of his cock pressed against my wet opening, he took no time to plunge balls deep into my pussy. Every thick hard inch of him, inside my soft feminine flesh. I yelped at the forceful invasion as my pussy ached. I tried to push up but his hands came forward, grabbed mine and held them behind my back.

“Fuck. You are tight.” he hissed as he undulated his hip. His cock slid in and out of me in a sedated, perpetual motion.

I whimpered incoherently. I had never been fucked from behind and I hated it. It was demeaning, as if the sex was just contact between two physical body and nothing more. No emotion in play. With my toes barely touching the ground and my hands held behind my back, I was literally at the mercy of the man riding me from behind. I should hate this. But why was my body reacting like a bitch in heat.

“Please.” I cried.

“Please what? Pet.” he growled.

“Please make me come.” a voice said. A voice that sounded exactly like mine. But I couldn’t have said it. I wouldn’t!

“Very well, pet.”

His thrust quickened. His cock pounded harder into my wet yielding folds. Both hands gripping my arm, he fucked me. Each thrust was met with a tug of his hands, coaxing more impact as his cock slammed into my pussy.

Everything was shrouded in a senseless fog. Everything except my pussy, as though every ounce of my consciousness revolved around my groin. And I felt it. All the excited nerves, all the throbbing need to orgasm. Oh my fucking God!

“Come, pet.” he growled.

And I did. My pussy clenched, tightening its grip around his twitching cock as he relentlessly pounded into my flesh. Every thrust elicited more reaction from me, launching me higher and higher, until when I fell, I was a senseless heap of mess on the kitchen counter, splayed helplessly as the man behind me deposited his cum inside me.

He pulled out his softening cock and I heard him zip his pants. His strong arms went for my shoulder and pulled me up. My weaken legs quickly buckled under my weight but before I fell, he swept me up.

“Go to sleep, my pet.” he hushed and I obeyed compliantly.


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The Acquisition of Sarah- Prologue

I checked my watch for the third time in the last ten minutes. My interviewee should be here in any moment. I eyed the laid out employment contract on the table; her name was Sarah McCoy, a Yale graduate with double degree in Law and Business and only at the tender age of twenty five. In addition to the impressive resume, Sarah was also gorgeous. And I meant the other-women-get-jealous-of-her kind of gorgeous. I could see why Mr. V wanted her so badly…

For something that had nothing to do with her impeccable undergraduate results.

Needless to say, I was beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ms. McCoy might not be as forthcoming to assume the dedicated position Mr. V had in mind for her. No, she would probably tear the contract and slapped a schedule IV sexual harassment lawsuit against the company. And that was to be expected. If I was proposed to such a degrading role, I would have filed a sexual harassment lawsuit too.

However, Mr. V expected results from me I had no intention of disappointing him. Whatever means necessary. His words rang in my head. Illegal or not, none matters if it could promise results. I had of course laid out my plan to Mr. V. I would never proceed with something so vile without the backings of my employer. And without hesitation, Mr. V gave me the green light.

A knock came from the door. Just about time. I took out my phone and typed in a short message.

Get ready!

“You may come in.” I called out.

Ms. McCoy poked her head through a small gap of the door she opened. “Hi. Good morning.” she said curtly. She sounded out of breath. Beads of sweat covered her forehead.

“Have a seat, Ms. McCoy.” I gestured at the swivel chair in front of me.

She slid herself in as though the door couldn’t be opened any wider and then politely closed the door. Too politely, as if she could break the door if she moved too hard. She scuttled across the office to the chair, eyes at everywhere but mine. I shook my head slightly. We may have a shy girl on our hand.

She took the seat and placed her poor excuse of a handbag on her lap. I scowled at the offending handbag; no doubt it was made of fake leather bought at Wallmart’s discount section. She unbuttoned her coat and straightened her blouse briefly before forcing herself to look at my eyes. I wanted to sigh in exasperation. She wasn’t only shy, she was poor too.

But that’s all about to change soon.

“Hot weather?” I started.

Her face flushed scarlet as she fanned herself with her hand.

“Yeah.” she muttered.

“Anyway, thank you for coming.”

“It’s a pleasure.”

“Would you like some tea?” I offered with a smile.

“No thank you. I’m fine.” she shook her head humbly.

“Rest assured, it’s of no trouble.” I slid my hand into my handbag and skimmed my finger against the smooth glass vial inside. “Besides, I am getting a cup for myself too.”

I grabbed the vial and walked to the small galley, making sure she could not see what I was planning on giving her. I poured two cups of the tea I made earlier, slipped in the content of the vial in one of them, threw the vial into the garbage can, and brought the two steaming cup of tea to the table.

“Thank you.” she gave me a wry smile and took the spiked tea I gave her.

“You are welcome.” I took my seat and placed the cup of tea on the desk. She did the same. “Let’s discuss on your employment.” I began and then went on explaining about the benefits and her monthly salary. As I leveled out one benefit after another on her, her eyes widened more and more.

“Y-you are giving me a m-million dollar a year.” she stammered in disbelief. Yeah, I was in disbelief too when I saw the list of benefits. But considering her job scope, the obscene amount was actually justified.

“Yes.” I said with a smile.

“And you are giving me a car.” she was trembling in excitement now. The shaking was obvious as she picked up the cup, the china set clattering against each other, and took a sip of the tea. I couldn’t help but smile.

“And dental care, health care, insurance, an apartment and annual bonuses, as stated previously.” I said. “Mr. V has great expectations from you.” Great. Expectations.

She took another sip of her tea as she contemplated. When she put the cup down, her brows burrowed to a frown. “This is not a joke, right?”

“No. Sarah. This is not a joke.” I leaned forward and rested my chin on my clasped hands.

“But why…why me?” When I raised a brow she quickly added. “Don’t get me wrong, Ms. Mitchell. I appreciate the offer a lot. But I’m just a fresh graduate.”

“A very talented fresh graduate.”I shrugged. Her academia was gold class, that I couldn’t deny.

“Still, a million dollar?” she hissed. “Isn’t my position a junior executive in legal department?”

“Yes.” I nodded slowly. “But Mr. V has other proposition for you too.”

“What sort of prop…” she swallowed. The scarlet returned to her face. The drug was taking effect. “…proposition.”

“Oh…” I waved my hand dismissively. “This and that.”

“C-can you be m-more specific?” she swallowed again. Her eyes looked around erratically. She slowly moved her hands from the desk and pressed them against her thighs. Her ears were in a brighter shade than a braking light.

“I’ll give you a hint, Sarah.” I stood up and leaned forward until my lips were merely inches from her ear. “It involves you getting naked.”

She jerked her head back as if she had been scalded with hot water. Her eyes were bloodshot. Her throat flexed. Her breathing was quick and shallow; sounded like a bitch in heat, desperate for her next fix.

“I’m s-sorry. C-can I use the r-restroom.” she stood up shakily and reached for the door.

“Oh, I have a better place for you.” I intercepted her. One arm around her waist, I guided her away from the door she came in from. She put up some resistance, mild at best. The drug was more potent that I thought. I brought her to the double door that led to a small conference room where important business ventures were discussed, signed and approved. Today, it was not a conference room.

White clothes hung from all sides, a utilitarian florescence light casting ample light onto the king sized bed beneath, large filming lights scattered purposefully for better lighting, it looked nothing like the conference room I knew. Hell, if I didn’t know I any better, I would have thought I walked into the wrong room. A grin tugged my mouth. The company conference room looked exactly like a film set.

“About time.” A thick French accent grumbled. Pierre glanced at his watch with a mock displease when he saw me.

Pierre was shrewd man with a neatly cut pepper and salt hair, wearing an oversized glasses that provided no medical purpose, only aesthetics, donned in a pair of designer t-shirt and jeans that looked like he was shooting for a Runway show. He was hot looking, even for my standard. Unfortunately, he was also gay.

“You ready?” I asked him.

“R-ready for w-what…” Ms. McCoy slurred. Her body was already burning up from the drug induced arousal.

“I’m always ready.” Pierre winked. “All right people, move to you positions.” he turned and clapped his hands loudly.

“P-please…I-I need t-to…” she hitched as she clamped her legs together.

“I know what you need, darling.” I whispered to her. Oh and I know how badly you need it. “Strip now, Sarah.”

“W-what…n-no…” her voice meek and breathless.

“You know you want it.” I purred, urging her to obey. “Strip everything and lie on the bed.”

She limped and then whimpered in defeat. After a brief moment of hesitation, she removed her coat and threw it onto the ground.

“Good girl.” I nudged her back and ushered her forward. When I let go of her, she continued to walk towards the bed, her fingers busily unbuttoning her blouse. I stood there, arms folded, and observed the girl as the drug eroded her rationality. I could see the dilemma, the fight against the drug. And she’s loosing the battle as each button became unfastened.

“Make it good.” I said to Pierre, whom was delegating work between the five cameramen.

“I will not disappoint.” he smirked.

“You better not be. Mr. V deosn’t wish to see his five hundred thousand dollar investment go down the drain.” I reminded.

“His money is well spent.” the man then turned to his crew and barked off a string of french. The crew dispersed and went to their set position.

When I turned my attention back to Ms. McCoy, she was already down to her panties. Her nipples were hard and fully erected, pink and begging to be suckled. I watched her shaking hands reached for the final piece of garment. Her fingers slid into the waist band. There was a hesitation, as though she suddenly realized this was not right. But her rationality was quickly dragged back under by the effect of the drug and she removed the panties in a swift movement.

Two cameramen were already in place to capture the moment at two separate angle. One was taking the shot from a distance. One was focusing on the red wet lips between her legs. Every motion was recorded with high definition setting, capturing every sordid details of the girl’s arousal in a continuous stream. Three more stood at their vantage points as they pointed their DSLR cameras to capture the deed in snapshots. Clear and crisp snapshots.

Ms. McCoy tossed the plain yellow panties to the floor. Her other hand glided down her bare stomach and then between her legs. She turned to one of the camera, her eyes widen momentarily, before she sank back into the fog of ecstasy as she smiled and spread her legs further, allowing more visibility to her private region.

I was utterly amazed by the potency of the drug yet again. The girl, a Yale graduate with a practically boring sex life, was now completely uninhibited, touching herself in front of cameras. A complete slut that was begging for her holes to be filled and ravaged. My lips curved into a tight smile. A drug like this should be banned from the face of Earth. I couldn’t imagine myself under the influence of the drug, losing my sense of control over my body.

“Oh god. I-it feels so g-good.” a loud squealed pulled my attention back to the girl.

Two fingers were already inside her moist opening, prodding the sensitive flesh with a rhythmic motion. She grabbed her breast with her other hand as she moaned and groaned and writhed at the raw pleasure of her masturbation.

Cameramen maneuvered among themselves, recording the explicit footage with due diligence. Pierre was right. The crew was ready to take the task. Though to be fair, I wasn’t expecting anything less from him. He was a renown pornography director. Shooting a three part, two hours each, pornographic film shouldn’t be hard for him. Especially when the sole actress was so compliant.

I stood a few steps back when I realized I was about to be in the way of one of the cameramen. With the recording going as scheduled, I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Mr. V.

The shooting is in progress.

A short while later, my phone pinged.


I slid my phone back into my pocket and continued my supervision over the shooting. Since it was going to be hours before the first part ends, I took one of the swivel chair by the wall and sat on it.

It was going to be an interesting day.

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