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Disclaimer: this story is entirely fictional, and describes many events that would never be condoned in real life. If you have trouble distinguishing between reality and fantasy, please seek help.
Friday Night
Just a typical Friday night. We met up at the pub after work and did the usual: had some drinks, ate some wings, bitched about all the hard work we'd done. Around nine o'clock we shuffled out, decided John was the least shit-faced, and elected him our driver. The four of us piled into his car and took off to find someone to party with.
We'd figured out long ago that the inner city wasn't much good for that sort of thing. Most girls out late at night are either hookers or cops pretending to be hookers, and neither one's gonna be much fun to have at a party. Well, that's not entirely true. If you can spot an obvious cop and get her separated from her backup, you can have a damn good time giving them some real hands-on whoring experience. But that's a risky game to play, and we were after easier meat that night. So instead, we headed down into the suburbs. We cruised through some quiet little neighborhoods, the ones where most people still don't even lock their doors. I swear, people that stupid deserve whatever they get.
It took a while, but around half past ten we spotted a woman out doing some night jogging. She seemed cute enough from the quick glance we got of her, and we all easily agreed that she was a good choice. We didn't bother pulling over and asking her to join us. People out in the 'burbs might not be as careful as those in the city, but they're still not just gonna climb into a car with four strangers. Instead we drove right past her, went about half a mile, then got out and waited.
A few minutes later she appeared, and we did our best to look non-threatening, just a few guys lounging around. This was our first chance to get a real look at her, and she didn't disappoint. She was a pretty Irish girl, mid-twenties, with a cute button nose and wide green eyes. Her medium brown hair had been tied back into a pony tail, and she was wearing only pink running shorts and a white t-shirt, which was sweaty enough to reveal the black sports bra underneath.
As she tried to jog past us, Mitch stepped in her way. "Hey there, cute thing," he drawled, "you want to have some fun tonight?" Now Mitch used to be a linebacker in college. He's a good six feet tall and built like a truck. She, on the other hand, was just plain tiny. Couldn't have been an inch more than five feet and skinny as a beanpole. The two put together were like a mouse confronted by a pit bull.
To her credit, she didn't flinch, just paused for a second before giving him a look of contempt and trying to go around. But that brief moment was enough for Sean to step in next to Mitch, and then John and I were behind her and she was surrounded. "Don't be in such a rush," Sean told her. "We just want to have a good time."
I stepped up closer and cupped her tits in my hands to get a feel for them. They weren't very large, even for someone as small as her, but they were nice and firm. She pushed my hands away and spun around to face me, looking outraged. I casually backhanded her face and she reeled from the blow. I hadn't struck her very hard, but her look of anger had been replaced with one of fear. I started feeling up her tits again, and this time she kept her hands down.
"Please," she said, in barely more than a whisper. "I-I have money." She winced as I tweaked her nipples.
"You've got it backwards, honey," I told her. "We want to pay you. We're looking to hire a whore for the weekend, and you're looking pretty qualified."
Some of the anger returned to her face. "I'm not a whore, I' m a--" I interrupted her with a second slap. Now both of her cheeks blazed red.
"I don't like backtalk from my girls," I told her calmly. "If we say you're a whore, you're a whore. Got it?" She sniffed and nodded, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. I slapped her again. "Say it."
"I... I'm a... whore", she managed, the tears freely running down her face now. She didn't try to resist as Sean gripped her arm and forced her into the backseat with him and Mitch. He dug into her pocket, found her wallet, and passed it up front. Her license gave us her name (Linda) and her address (about a mile away).
Mitch had picked up where I left off and was groping her tits, while Sean had a hand down her shorts. Linda was staring off into space, trying to ignore them, when I gave her another slap to get her attention and asked if she lived alone. She nodded. "Well guys," I said, "we've secured a location and some entertainment. Let's party!"
Linda's house was a small one-story ranch. By the time we made it there the guys in the backseat had already pulled or ripped off all her clothing, After checking that no neighbors seemed to be out, we quickly hurried her inside. John had a hand clapped over her mouth to keep her from screaming for help, and was whispering in her ear all the things he'd do to her if she tried to escape. She was shivering, and I doubt it was only from the cold.
The inside decorating was frugal but elegant, and very feminine. There were only four rooms: a spacious living room past the entrance hall, a bedroom, a study, and a bathroom. We made ourselves at home while Mitch went around and smashed the phones, just in case. We'd already taken her cellphone from her. We also set up a padlock on the door. Nothing fancy, but it would keep our bird caged. Once we were certain the place was good, we called up a few friends, and by midnight she had nine or ten visitors in her little home.
Everyone who came in was given a welcome blow job by our hostess. She'd resisted at first, but John had taken care of that. He was the most sadistic one of our group, and sometimes he seemed to like hurting girls even more than fucking them.
He'd found some clothesline and tied it in a slipknot around her neck. She didn't like that very much, but we'd already cuffed her wrists behind her back by then, so she didn't get a say. He positioned her on her knees in front of him and ordered her to suck him off.
Our Linda was looking pretty terrified, but we hadn't really hurt her yet, so I don't think the full weight of her situation had hit her. She was still in denial, thinking that this couldn't really be happening, that someone was going to burst in and save her, yadda yadda yadda. Can't really blame her. You grow up with countless stories about damsels in distress, who always manage to get rescued before anything truly bad happens, and it just gets in your head. So she acted like any of those virtuous heroines would have, and bravely refused to satisfy the evil men who had taken her.
John's really good at putting a stop to that kind of thinking.
The look on her face when he yanked the clothesline and started strangling her was priceless. Her eyes bulged out like they were gonna pop, and her mouth flopped open as she gasped for air. John didn't waste any time shoving his cock in, punching into her throat and burying her nose in his pubic hair with a single brutal thrust. He kept one hand clenched in her hair, pressing her close to him, while the other continued to pull on the rope, making her throat squeeze even tighter around his cock. He'd loosen the knot every minute or so, giving her the chance to draw a couple ragged breaths, and then tighten it back up. She passed out a couple times, but he barely noticed. Awake or not, her throat muscles spasmed and convulsed around him, milking his shaft, and he told us later that it was one of the best fucks he'd ever had.
It took him about 15 minutes to cum, and she was definitely awake for that part. Still pulling hard on the rope, he withdrew from her mouth and began to spray her face, her wide open mouth receiving most of his cum. Once he'd finished, he let go of the rope, and she collapsed, gasping for air. When we gave her option of sucking our cocks from then on or just being choke fucked like that every time, she quickly agreed to the blow jobs.
And that's how she spent most of the night, on her knees. She'd tried to stand up and walk around a few times, but a couple good smacks taught her better, and she soon got used to staying down and shuffling from person to person. We watched TV, ate her food, and swapped stories as she worked beneath us, trying to avoid attention. When none of us wanted her, she would curl up in the corner, but there was almost always someone eager to get more use out of her.
Later in the evening, John wanted to choke fuck her again, but she'd been mostly obedient all night, so we vetoed the idea. Linda's throat still had angry red marks from the last time, and her voice had been raspy ever since. No sense risking any permanent damage. So we compromised by letting him use his belt. He gave her two minutes to get him to cum, and then started hitting her back with his belt every ten seconds. After the five minute mark, he just started wailing on her as fast as he could. The other guys loved the idea, and soon her back was a mass of red welts.
I tried it myself, and it sure was a lot of fun. She sucked on my cock with such desperation, her tongue hurriedly running all around my shaft, trying to entice me to cum. She hadn't gotten over her gag reflex yet, but she still tried to swallow my cock as best she could. Every time the belt strap came down, her whole body would flinch and send pleasant tingles through me. She looked up at me and I realized she was muttering something under her breath. Her words were muffled by my cock, but I understood them: "please cum". She repeated it over and over like a mantra. “Please cum please cum please cum please please please oh god please cum.” It was that begging that brought me over the edge. I grabbed her ponytail and used it like a handle to force her all the way down on me. She gagged and sputtered as I came straight down her throat, then spent the next few minutes licking my cock clean before moving on to the next person.
Eventually some of the guys wanted to fuck her other holes, of course. As we'd agreed beforehand, Mitch got first crack at her cunt. He laid down and had her ride him. He made her bend over so his mouth could reach her tits, and he sucked and bit at them while she worked to please him.
In the position she was in, she couldn't see Sean sneaking up and kneeling behind her. A lot of the guys had enjoyed playing with her asshole while she was sucking them, and it was still red and slightly loose. In one smooth motion he grabbed her butt cheeks and thrust his hips, burying half of his cock in her ass.
She shrieked at that, but Mitch was ready, and clapped a hand over her mouth. It wasn't there for long though; watching her get sandwiched was a big turn-on, and soon she had a cock in her mouth keeping her quiet. She gave up trying to scream and just sobbed, her whole body shaking.
Sean later described her ass as a buttery hot vise and swore she was so tight she must have been a virgin back there. It was far from virgin by the time it was my turn, but still damn tight. It helped that no one had cum in it. None of us liked sloppy seconds, and had a general agreement that we either cum on her or in her mouth. When Sean first pulled his cock out of her ass, streaked with shit and blood, and told her to finish the job, she'd refused and nearly thrown up. All we had to do was wave the slipknot in her face, though, and soon she was obediently licking her filth off him. It didn't take him long to cum, but his cock was still far from clean afterward, and she had to continue her tongue bath for several more minutes until he was satisfied. Meanwhile someone else had already started using her ass again, and by the time Sean was done with her mouth Mitch was waiting his turn.
All three of her holes were in constant use for a while. By the time I'd had the chance to try all of them out, it was pretty late, and a couple of the guys had already crashed on her bed and couch. I found a pillow and some sheets in a closet and went to sleep on the floor of Linda's living room, listening to the sound of her being used.
Saturday Morning
I woke up around 11 with a mild hangover from last night's drinking. I lurched to my feet, debating if I should go looking for some hair of the dog, and saw the star of the party.
Linda's handcuffed wrists had been tied to the ceiling, and she dangled there about a foot off the ground. She was still naked, and it looked like there wasn't an inch of her flesh not stained with sweat and cum. On the carpet beneath her was a dark stain where she must have lost control of her bladder overnight. There were also a few lines of red running down her thighs, probably from the first few anal assaults. The guys had been having some fun with markers after I went to bed, because words were written all over her body.
The ones across her stomach proclaimed her to be
FUCK TOY 5000
HOURS OF FUN
RUNS ON CUM (NO BATTERIES REQUIRED!!)
Other writings helpfully identified different parts of her. Her cunt:
COCK HOLDER
WARM, ELASTIC, JUICY
HANDLES COCKS OF ANY SIZE
Her asshole:
FLAVOR STATION
TURNS ORDINARY COCKS INTO TASTY TREATS
KEEP PLUGGED WHENEVER POSSIBLE
Her mouth:
MULTIPURPOSE HOLE
SUCKS COCKS
DRINKS CUM
CLEANS ANYTHING
BEGS FOR MERCY
Even her nipples had their own description: "SERVICE DIALS (TWIST FOR BETTER SERVICE)".
I laughed as I read what they'd written, and her eyes opened at the sound and focused on me. I wasn't surprised to see them bloodshot and with heavy bags; the agony of being suspended in midair like that must have kept her wide awake all night. I gave her a little push and watched her body sway.
"Good morning, baby," I greeted her. "Ready for a full day of fun?" She just stared at me dully. Her pony tail had come undone at some point, and her hair hung down in matted strands. I got my cock out, cupped her ass, and penetrated her "cock holder" easily. Instead of thrusting my hips, I stood still and swung her back and forth. It was a slow, almost gentle fuck; last night I'd been in a hurry because there were people waiting, but this morning I had plenty of time for a nice, relaxing lay.
It was so peaceful I nearly forgot to pull out. I remembered at the last second, and withdrew just in time to spray her stomach and thighs with cum. I casually wiped it up with my fingers and brought them up to her mouth. “Time for some breakfast, darling” I told her cheerfully.
Linda silently opened her mouth and sucked my fingers clean. I spent a few more minutes scraping dried cum off her body and feeding it to her, until my cock began to demand my attention again, this time about the need to urinate.
I cupped Linda's chin in one hand and turned her blank stare directly towards me. After a few seconds of looking into each other's eyes she blinked, and some of her mental distance vanished. “Would you like to be let down?” I asked her, and she mumbled an affirmation.
“Well, I need to piss like a racehorse, so why don't we make a deal? You get some relief, I get some relief.” A look of disgust crossed her face, but was quickly replaced by weary resignation, and she nodded her agreement. A few minutes later she was back on her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock. I relaxed, and her throat began to work furiously. Not a single drop escaped her mouth.
“Good girl” I told her. “With that kind of attitude, this weekend will be over before you know it. Now I've got to take a shower, and while I'm in there I want you to wake everyone up and let them know that you're not just our whore anymore, you're our piss-guzzling toilet. If there's anyone here whose piss you haven't swallowed by the time I'm out of the shower and dressed, I'll hang you back up for the rest of the day.”
I left Linda to get on with her new task, and headed to the bathroom.
Saturday Afternoon
We were busy watching a baseball game. One of the guys gave a shout, and Linda crawled towards him. She was no longer handcuffed, but someone had brought in a leash and collar for her. The other end of the leash was tied to a leg of the couch, and long enough to let her move between the kitchen and the living room.
Even without the leash or the padlocked door, I wasn't too worried about her getting away. I'd spent some time that morning after my shower to use her computer and look up some of her personal info. I now knew where she worked, where her family lived, etc. I had told her that if she co-operated, this would be over by Monday morning. But if she gave us trouble, she and her whole family would pay. Her younger sister in particular was quite beautiful, with a real juicy set of knockers, and I told Linda that I was just itching for an excuse to track her down and titfuck her.
Her movements were slow and awkward as she crawled across the room. I figure that was partly from her injuries and partly from being exhausted, but mostly from the beer bottle up her ass and the ice cubes in her cunt. When she finally reached the one who'd shouted, he cursed her for being slow and kicked her in the side.
He held out his cup and she got on her knees and leaned back, tipping the bottle in her ass down until beer began to pour into glass. She'd learned very early on that spilling beer earned her a beating, and she carried out the operation with as much care as someone disarming a bomb. She managed to refill his cup without incident, but sighed when she realized the bottle was nearly empty. She got back on all fours and presented her ass to him, wincing as he fished around in her cunt with one hand and pulled a couple melting ice cubes out.
Linda crawled to the kitchen. I watched her ease the bottle out of her ass and put in on the table with the other empties. The beer bottles weren't particularly large, something she was probably thankful for, but that meant it only took 2 or 3 refills before one ran out and she had to get another. It was really a horribly inefficient system when it came to keeping our beer cups filled, but great when it came to making her debase herself.
She opened the fridge and got out an unopened bottle. She slowly began pushing the new one into her ass, hissing in discomfort at the pain and coldness. She also opened the freezer and added a few more ice cubes to the ones in her cunt. Then she crawled back into the living room and resumed her default position as Mitch's footrest.
I whistled to her and pointed to my crotch, and she crawled to me. I let her unzip my pants and pull my cock out, but stopped her when she tried to put it in her mouth. Linda sighed again and repeated the process of extracting the beer bottle, then straddled me and sank her now empty ass onto my cock.
The icy bottle had left her rectum cold, an odd but not unpleasant feeling. It had also left it loose, nothing like the tight passage it had been last night, but Linda had gained a of experience in ass fucking since then, and she had no trouble using her muscles to grip me. She was blocking my view of the TV, so I smacked the back of her head and she hunched down, grunting as she fucked her ass on my cock.
When I felt myself ready to cum, I slapped her ass, and she climbed off me and dutifully began to service me with her mouth. She swallowed my jizz without complaint, lapped all traces of shit from my shaft and balls, and continued to suck until I pushed her away. The beer bottle went back up her ass, and Linda became Mitch's footrest again.
Saturday Night
Movie night. One of the guys had brought me my video camera, and we were making some home movies. We could usually make multiple films in a single evening, then create copies later and sell them as fetish pornos for good money.
We let our actress take a shower and get dressed in preparation for her performances. That spawned an argument, since John insisted on joining her in the shower. Some of the guys didn't like the idea of having to wait while he got to use her exclusively, but he had been a good sport about not getting to choke her again, and then Mitch came up with the great idea of turning it into our first video. And so "Shower time Fun" was born.
The highlight of the film was when John forced the spraying shower head nozzle up her ass while still pounding her cunt. She was bent over, hands against the wall for support, and he waved a bar of soap in her face and told her that neither one of her holes was going to get any relief until she'd eaten the whole thing, then started feeding it to her in little pieces. Once she stopped grimacing at the taste, he made her beg for each bite. Before long her stomach was visibly distended from the water in her ass, and she was sobbing and pleading with him to let her have another piece.
The second film was called "Hungry Hungry Slut". She was all dressed up for this one. She had on an elegant black gown with white lace trimming, some nice jewelry, and just the right amount of makeup. The plot began with her answering the door and greeting Mitch the pizza man. After paying him and asking if he wanted a tip, she hiked her dress up and bent over, pointing her exposed ass in his direction and inviting him to take his pick. He pounded her doggy style for a while, and she ground her ass back against him like she loved it. He pulled out when he was nearly ready to spurt, but like we'd told her, she promptly started pleading him to cum inside.
We'd decided beforehand to keep that part of the scenario a secret from Mitch. So when she started purring about how her cunt was just starving for his creamy seed, and asking him to have mercy and give it a great big meal, the look of happy surprise on his face was completely genuine, and it warmed my heart to see it. It's the little things in life, you know?
He eagerly obliged, and Linda got her first cream pie of the weekend. She thanked him and asked he if knew anyone else who could satisfy a lonely spinster. One screen wipe later and she was pulling a train, spending the next hour getting her ass and cunt stuffed, usually at the same time, and in a variety of positions. Every man came inside her and she gave them all effusive thanks for it. Her makeup became smeared, and her fine clothing gradually turned into a tattered mess.
When they'd all finished and she was alone, she waddled out to the kitchen, tossed the untouched pizza into the trash and put a large bowl on the floor. Then she proceeded to give herself a douche and an enema, and poured the results into the bowl. It was nearly full when she was done, a pool of mostly white goo, and she carefully set it on the kitchen table without spilling it. "Yum," she exclaimed. "Dinner time!"
She buried her face in the bowl like a pig at a trough and began noisily sucking up the semen. When the contents started running low, she resorted to licking up what was left. In the final shot, she tilted the bowl up to show it was empty. Her face was a white mask of semen as she smiled at the camera, licked her cum-covered lips, and winked.
After a quick break to clean her up, we started on the third film, "Sandy's Secret". This one started with "Sandy" and her lover (me) in bed fooling around. She didn't seem very into it, and I soon stopped to ask her what was wrong. After some hesitation, she confessed that she'd lost interest in normal sex, and wanted to try something different and exciting. One thing led to another, and long story short, she ended up tied upside down sucking my cock while I fisted her cunt and ass and Mitch whipped her.
For the last film, we were worried she might try something stupid, so we took some precautions. We had her lay face down on an ottoman, and bound her wrists and ankles to it. She took it in stride, probably thinking this was just going to be more bondage, until John gleefully told her the title: "Rover's New Bitch".
As we expected, she raised quite a commotion over that, but we'd gotten her well secure and all she managed to do was tire herself out even further. When she was finished, we put her collar on from earlier and told Sean to get the dog. He led in Rover, a Great Dane, who eagerly licked her crotch. Rover had been a co-star of more than one of our films, and we had no trouble getting him to start pounding her pussy.
Linda let out a shrill whine and went rigid as the dog penetrated her. She had this look of frozen horror on her face for most of the fucking, as if her brain couldn't quite process what was going on. Then the dog's knot pressed into her, and she began to scream hysterically. She wasn't the first girl to react that way, and Sean acted quickly by muzzling her, literally.
When Rover was finished coating her pussy with doggy cum, Sean brought him around the front and took off her muzzle so she could get him hard again. It took a while to get her started. It wasn't that she was openly refusing, more like she was just completely non responsive. I don't think she had any idea what was even going on anymore. We pushed her face down onto Rover's softened rod and she finally began to move as if on autopilot, taking him into her mouth. A few minutes of that was enough to get him frisky again, and this time we had him take her ass. She didn't react to that at all, not even when his knot stretched her asshole wider than anything we'd done to it so far. Our script called for a blow job finish, and she passively sucked him again, without anything more than a blink when his cock exploded in her mouth and cum dribbled down her chin.
I'd been hoping for a better reaction, but the other videos more than made up for it. Linda had actually turned out to be an impressive actress. She was still in that dazed state after we'd sent Rover away and untied her. A few of the guys wanted to fuck her some more, and John was just full of ideas on how to get her attention, but the rest of us agreed that she'd had enough for now. It had been a full day since we'd gotten here, more than 24 hours of constant abuse, and there was only so much her system could take. We gave her some water and fed her a couple sandwiches, then put her to bed. We cuffed her wrists again and tied her leash to a bedpost just to be safe, but left her otherwise undisturbed.
Sunday Morning
Our Sunday morning started out as most do, quiet and lazy. The other guys weren't going to be back until the evening, so it was just John, Mitch, Sean, and me. We sat around the living room and channel surfed for a while. Linda was doing better than she had been last night, and would respond to direct questions and commands, but still had a glassy look in her eyes. She was kneeling down in front of Mitch as he sat in a chair holding her leash, and quietly licking his feet, when the doorbell rang.
Mitch quickly hauled her up and put a hand over her mouth to prevent her from trying anything, but she was just standing there passively. Sean looked through the peep hole on the door and started grinning. He waved us to move out of sight and then unlocked and opened the door.
"Hi there, you must be Michelle," he said smoothly. "Come on in."
I couldn't see who was at the door, but I could hear a nervous female voice. "I-I'm sorry, but who are you? And where's Linda?"
Sean held out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Rick, from down the street. Linda was telling me about how she wanted to throw a little neighborhood party for New Year's, and asked me to stop by and check some electrical stuff for her. She's just in the bathroom at the moment."
The woman at the door seemed to hesitate, but Sean knew what he was doing. He was easily the most handsome out of us, and projected this look of boyish innocence that got most women eating out of his palm. I'd seen him convince girls to come party with us all the time, and even charmed the four of us into a stranger's house on more than one occasion. He gave her his most disarming smile, and she never had a chance.
When she stepped inside, I finally got a look at her, and was pleasantly surprised to recognize her. It was Linda's sister, the one I told her I'd love to titfuck. I hadn't expected to actually get the chance, but I guess it was my lucky day.
Michelle was about the same height as Linda, and her face bore a strong resemblance, but gave away that she was a couple years younger. Her hair was the same brown, but long and wavy, the tips brushing her shoulders. She was wearing a modest green blouse and blue jeans. The blouse did little to hide the biggest difference between the two sisters: Michelle's huge tits. They had to have been at least a C cup, and looked even larger thanks to her small frame.
As Michelle walked past Sean, he closed the door behind her and then gave her back a hard push forward. She yelped as she fell face down on the hardwood floor and skidded a few inches. I whooped in joy and immediately pounced on her. Linda was staring at the two of us with wide eyes as I turned her sister over and easily ripped her blouse in two, exposing a satiny bra.
Michelle groaned, a bit dazed from hitting the ground, and tried to push me away, but I had my weight on her stomach and my knees pressing down on her hands. Neither of us was going anywhere. I played with her tits through the bra and waited for her to come to her senses.
Her eyes focused on me and she tried to scream, but instead found herself gagging on a piece of her destroyed blouse. I tore off the bra, and soon my dick was nestled in the sweetest valley of tit flesh it had ever encountered. I grabbed hold of her nipples and began scrubbing my cock with her pillowy breasts. She was staring at me, looking absolutely terrified, and I met her gaze. Our eyes remained locked on each other the whole time I was raping her. Then I began to shoot my cum on her face and that made her flinch and look away, blinking some out of her eyes. I put my head down and whispered softly into her ear. "Welcome to the party, baby."
Sunday Afternoon
Some boring stuff had happened after that. We got it out from Michelle that she'd stopped by because she'd made plans to meet Linda for lunch. I guess Linda had been a little too busy to remember. Michelle first claimed that her husband knew she was here and would get worried if she didn't call him, but my fact-searching yesterday had already told me that she wasn't married and her most recent boyfriend had broken up with her several weeks ago. The lie earned her a whipping, something John was more than happy to do, and she tearfully confessed afterward that no one knew she was here.
There was an argument after that about who would get to fuck her first. Normally that was decided on Friday night before we went out hunting. We'd figure out who'd done the best job at work that week and go from there. Mitch wanted to keep the same order as before, but John complained that he'd already gotten to fuck Linda first, and that it wasn't fair. Now that Linda was just acting like a passive robot, everyone wanted to be the first to fuck someone new and scared.
That gave me an idea. "Gentlemen," I said, raising my hands to quiet them, "there's only one person who deserves to have Michelle first. One person who has earned the right to break in her throat, her pussy, and her ass." I gestured to Linda, curled up in the corner. "Who better than her own sister?"
Convincing Linda to do it was easier than I expected. I sat her down and had a talk while Mitch went out shopping for a strap-on and a few other necessities. "I want you to rape your sister," I told her frankly.
Seeing Michelle had restored some life to her, and Linda shook her head tiredly. "No, I... I can't do that." She obviously wasn't happy about disobeying us. She looked and me pleadingly and begged, "you can fuck me instead. I'll do whatever you want, and I'll make it good for you. Just leave my sister alone, please."
"You've got the wrong idea," I told her flatly. "The choice here isn't whether you get raped or she does. The choice is whether you rape her now, or I give you to John and tell him he can do whatever he wants until you agree to rape her." Linda shuddered violently and glanced at John, who was already rummaging through drawers looking for tools he could use. "Do you want to spend some alone time with John?" She quickly shook her head no, her eyes wide as saucers. "Do you think he'll be able to convince you to do what we want?" She gave a tiny, hesitant nod. "Wouldn't it be easier to just skip that part completely and do what we ask?" A long pause, and then another tiny nod. "Smart girl."
So we ended up making one more movie, "BDSM Sisters". We hadn't let Michelle see or talk to Linda since she'd arrived, so we got the idea of convincing her that Linda was a willing partner in all this. We told Linda she'd dominate and abuse Michelle just like we'd done with her. She hated the idea of course, but John had already found some items he was dying to try out on her if she refused. She blanched at many of them, especially the carpet stapler, but what really terrified her was a small jar containing four live spiders he'd found. He eagerly described how he would insert them into her asshole and then plug it up, forcing them to move in deeper, and how she'd feel them crawling inside her for days, maybe even weeks, as they scurried around her intestines and survived on bits of food and her own feces. He looked like he was about to cream his pants as he discussed possible ways to drive them further and further, with the goal of getting them to eventually crawl right out her mouth. She quickly agreed to everything we asked after that. We spent a long time coaching Linda on her role until we were confident she could play her part, and warned her that if she broke character or let Michelle figure out the ruse, she'd spend the rest of the day with John.
I'd had Mitch pick up a few more video cameras while he was out. We didn't want Michelle to realize she was being taped, which might clue her in on what was going on, but we also wanted to get a good view of all the action, so we needed to catch what was going on from multiple angles. We set the cameras up in the living room, doing our best to hide them. The cameras had a wireless feature, which allowed us connect to them from her computer in the study and watch what was going on in secret.
Since our initial questioning, Michelle had been left in the bedroom hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded. She was naked to the waist, but still had her jeans on. Once we were ready, Sean went in and carried her into the living room, dumping her on the floor in a heap. Then he retreated into the study with the rest of us and gave Linda the signal to get started.
The movie began with Linda striding confidently into the living room. She was dressed in a black leather dominatrix outfit, another of the items Mitch had picked up, carrying a riding crop we'd already used on her a few times, and had attached to her crotch a very large strap-on, big enough to put the rest of us to shame. She carefully untied Michelle, helped her to her knees, and then took off her sister's gag and blindfold.
Michelle sighed with relief when she saw Linda's face, not yet noticing what she was wearing. "Thank God you're safe, Linda! I was so worried! Those awful men wouldn't tell me what they'd done with you, and I--"
Linda cut her off a sharp slap to the face (I turned to the others at that point with a grin and whispered "I taught her that move"). "Shut up, bitch," she ordered. She started to pace around her sister in a slow circle.
"Linda, what's going--", Michelle started to ask, but then yelped as Linda struck her in the back with the riding crop.
"I told you to shut up," Linda said, and hit her again for good measure. "How dare you come into my home without permission and get in the way."
"But, we agreed to go to lunch," Michelle protested. "And that man let me in--" The riding crop came down again. And again. And again.
"Christ, you're a dumb fucking cunt," Linda snarled. "What part of shut up are you finding so difficult to understand?" She waved the crop in her sister's face. "Or maybe you like getting hit with this, huh? Maybe you're just a pain slut getting off on it?" She swung the riding crop again, this time on Michelle's tits, which made the woman squeal. "Answer me when I ask you a fucking question, bitch! Do you like getting hit by this?!"
Michelle cringed and shook her head. "So you're going to be a quiet little cunt from now on?" Linda asked, and Michelle quickly nodded. Then her eyes (and ours) went wide as Linda bent down and gave her a long, deep kiss. That wasn't in the script. A thin string of saliva still connected them as Linda pulled back and gave her sister a pat on the head. "That's better."
Linda resumed pacing around Michelle, slapping the riding crop in her hand. "I've been spending the weekend with some wonderful gentlemen, men who know how to treat a lady. The kind of men who would never be interested in you. And do you know why?"
Michelle was still until the riding crop hit her leg, and then she quickly shook her head. "Because, dear sister of mine," Linda told her, "you don't know how to take care of a man. Oh, you're good at attracting them, with your youth and those big flabby tits, but you can't get them to stick around."
Michelle shook her head again, and looked like she wanted to speak, but she kept quiet and eyed the crop instead. "You don't agree?” Linda asked. “What about your last boyfriend, James? You broke up with him because he kept asking you to try anal, right? Or the one last year, Steve, who you dumped because he wanted sex too often?
“Face it Shelly, you're a frigid bitch. A real woman, the kind of woman they wanted, would've given them what they asked for. But you wouldn't. You couldn't. Sure, you were the one to break it off with them, but that's just because you didn't want to give them the chance to dump you."
Linda was deviating a bit from what we'd planned, but I didn't mind. She was performing beautifully, and I had a feeling her attitude wasn't completely feigned. Whatever deep rooted issues she had with her sister, she was using this as a way to work them off.
Michelle was still shaking her head, but Linda bent down and gave her another one of those lingering kisses. "Don't worry," she told her, "I'm going to help."
"What you need," she announced, "is experience and training. You have to know your way around a cock, know how to satisfy one with all of your holes. Unless you can do that, no man will ever want to be with you for very long. Luckily, I've got just what you need down here."
Linda stroked her fake cock, and Michelle noticed it for the first time. She gasped in shock and looked up at her sister with wide, trembling eyes. “Y-you can't... this is crazy!” she stammered. Up until now, the fear and uncertainty had kept her pretty docile, but seeing that massive dildo broke the spell, and she quickly scrambled to her feet and bolted for the front door.
I don't think she even realized the padlock was there. She was still pulling uselessly on the door knob when Linda's foot connected with the back of her knee and sent her sprawling to the ground. Linda smashed the riding crop against Michelle's upturned ass, and her sister instinctively rolled on her side and curled up, trying to protect herself with her hands.
Linda snapped her fingers and pointed to the spot in the living room where Michelle had been before. “You're not leaving until I'm finished with you. Now get back over there before I get angry.” Michelle haltingly got to her feet, still trying to shield her entire body with her hands, and Linda gave her a contemptuous shove that sent her back to the ground.
“Nobody said you could walk, bitch” Linda sneered. “Crawl.” Michelle meekly got on all fours and padded back into the living room.
“Now where were we?” Linda mused. “Ah, that's right.” She lightly brushed her sister's cheek with the strap-on. “I was introducing you to your new best friend.”
Michelle gave Linda a puppy dog look. “Please, Linda, you can't. It's just too big. I'll--” Her words were cut off by Linda grabbing her ears and ramming the dildo into her mouth. The thing was so wide it stretched her lips out, effectively gagging her. The dildo was less than halfway in when it banged against the entrance to Michelle's throat.
She held it there for a few seconds and then took it out. Michelle coughed and sputtered. "See, it'll fit. Your throat's a bit narrow, but that's nothing a little effort won't fix. And your other holes are even more elastic. But before we get to any of that, I want to see you worship this cock."
Michelle finished coughing and looked at her again, confused. "Lick it," Linda said. "Fondle it. Right now, this cock is your everything. It is your reason for existence. Without it, you would be nothing." Michelle awkwardly tried to follow Linda's instructions. She gingerly licked the dildo a few times, and rubbed it a little with one hand.
The crop came down again, and Michelle flinched away. "Not good enough," Linda told her sternly. "You need to make it clear to me, to anyone, that you love this cock. That you cherish it more than your own life. Convince me that there's nothing you want more in the whole world than to have this inside you.”
It took a few more swings of the riding crop, but within a couple minutes Linda had Michelle slobbering all over the dildo and caressing it with her hands. Lines of drool snaked down Michelle's naked chest as she debased herself, slavering over the thing that would soon be ripping her open. Linda had forced her to smile broadly as she worked, but that only accentuated the terror and confusion that filled her eyes.
We were all quite impressed. We'd given Linda some general guidelines on how she should act, and things we wanted her sister to have done by the time she was finished, but very little specifics. This was all her. It looked like our Linda was a closet sadist.
A lot of people are, and most of them aren't even aware of it. Being a sadist doesn't make you a sociopath, after all. Your typical sadist enjoys hurting someone in an imagined situation, but wouldn't dream of doing anything to a real person. However, in this case, by pushing Linda into a corner and forcing her into this role, thereby taking away the responsibility for her actions, we'd given her free reign to act on her darkest urges. I found myself quite liking Dominatrix Linda.
Finally Linda allowed Michelle to stop. "Before this lesson is over, you will have learned to pleasure this cock with all three of your holes," Linda told her. "The order's up to you. Which hole would you like to serve it with first?"
Michelle was clearly taken aback by this, and hesitated, trying to find the right answer. Linda tapped the crop in warning, and Michelle hurriedly blurted out "vagina!"
Linda threw back her head and laughed. "Vagina? Vagina?! Are we in Health Class, Shelly? God, you needed this lesson more than I thought!" Michelle flinched as Linda cupped her crotch with one hand. "You're going to call this your pussy or your cunt from now on, understand? Do you want me to fuck your cunt?"
Michelle hesitated only slightly. "Y-yes. Fuck my cunt."
Linda helped Michelle strip out of the rest of her clothes, then took one of the ropes that had been used for the hogtie and tied her sister's hands behind her back, She walked over to the couch and sat down, picking up and idly playing with a whip someone had left on a cushion. Michelle waited for a minute, and then cried out as the whip slashed across her side.
"Come on slut," Linda said impatiently. "I haven't got all day."
Michelle took unsteady steps forward, unsure of what she was supposed to be doing. This time the whip struck her stomach, and she nearly fell over. "Stop hitting me," she begged. "Just tell me what to do."
Linda hit her again. "Were you not listening at all?! You expect me to work to fuck you? You serve cocks, not the other way around! You should be grateful there's one willing to go anywhere near your scuzzy holes, even if it's just a fake one. Now get over here and fuck me!"
Michelle stumbled over to Linda and awkwardly climbed onto her lap and mounted the strap-on. It was a tight fit, but gravity was on their side, and Michelle sank further and further onto the dildo. There were still two or three inches left when the head hit her cervix.
The two sisters were still for a long moment. Michelle was quietly groaning in pain as she stared into Linda's eyes, their faces scant inches from each other. I had no way of knowing exactly what was going on in her head, but I imagined her searching her sister's face for answers, trying to find some clue about what was going on and why this was happening to her. Instead, Linda gave her ass a hard slap. "Get to work slut," she ordered, and Michelle strained to lift herself back up.
Every time Linda judged that Michelle wasn't going high enough or low enough or fast enough, her ass earned another slap. By the time Michelle had found a steady rhythm, there wasn't a spot on her ass that wasn't bright red. Linda began to kiss Michelle again. She resisted at first, but I guess she was willing to do just about anything to get her mind off the pain in her groin, because she started kissing back.
While the two of them locked lips, Linda's hands sought out her sister's clit and began teasing at it. Soon Michelle's groans weren't ones of pain. She was bouncing up and down on the strap-on faster than ever, and her breathing came in short quick gasps.
Linda nibbled her ear and whispered, loud enough for the cameras to pick up, "Do you want to cum?" Michelle nodded wordlessly. "Do you need to cum?" Michelle nodded again, and made a little desperate mewling noise in her throat. And then, just as she was almost there, Linda gave her a rough shove that pushed her off the dildo and knocked her onto the carpet.
Michelle rose up onto her knees, still panting with need, her orgasm denied. She gave Linda an accusing look, and was met with scorn. "The purpose of the lesson, slut, is to teach you how to satisfy cocks, not the other way around. If you want to cum, you'll have to earn it."
Linda sniffed. "Your cunt's passable, I suppose. It was the only one of your holes that got any regular use, so it would've been pathetic if you don't even know how to use that one properly. Your other two holes are where the real training starts. Which one do you want to use next?"
"M-my mouth", Michelle said, still shaken. She didn't seem very confident, probably remembering the way she'd gagged on the strap-on earlier, but it still had to seem preferable to getting her ass reamed. Without any further prompting, she shuffled forward and began sucking the head of the dildo.
"That's the right attitude," Linda encouraged her, scratching her behind the ears. "See? You can be taught." Michelle blushed and continued. After a few minutes, though, it became clear that she was only focusing her attentions on the first few inches of the strap-on. Oh, she spent some time licking the shaft, but when it came to sucking she was barely getting the whole head in her mouth.
Eventually Linda gave an exasperated sigh and pushed her sister away. "Shelly, when men fuck your cunt, do they only stick a couple inches in? Of course not. When a man fucks a hole, he fucks it with his entire cock. Anything less is just a waste of time. Now I want to see this cock in your throat, where it belongs, or I'm going to start getting angry."
Michelle nodded and seemed to make an honest effort at swallowing the entire cock. But as soon as it penetrated her throat she began to choke. She wasn't used to having her airway restricted like that, and couldn't help panicking. She tried several more times, but each result ended the same, and she hadn't yet managed to swallow even half the dildo.
Linda looked at her with a critical eye. "We need to get around this breathing problem of yours. I think I have an idea." She got up and went to the kitchen for a moment, then came back with a clothespin that went on Michelle's nose.
Michelle looked puzzled. "But, um, Linda," she asked hesitantly, not wanting to be hit again. "I'm trying, I really am, but I'm just not getting enough air. How will getting even less help me breathe?"
"It won't," Linda replied, and began to push into her sister's mouth again. When she reached her throat this time, Michelle began to choke again, and tried to pull away as she had before. But suddenly Linda's hands were at the back of her head, halting her movement. She wasn't holding her head in place, or pushing her deeper onto the dildo, just preventing her from backing up. Moments before Michelle passed out, Linda relented, letting her pull back and catch a quick breath. But then her hands were back in place and Michelle was choking again. Unable to draw breath, she looked up at Linda desperately.
"The lesson you need to learn here," Linda calmly informed her, "is that oxygen, like everything else, comes second to cock. Instead of worrying about whether you can or can't breathe, you should be focused on gobbling up that shaft. So I'm simplifying things for you. If you can manage to swallow every inch, I'll take the clothespin off."
It took a long time, but every second was quality footage. Michelle would strain to impale herself on the strap-on, struggling to take the entire thing before she passed out. Each time she failed, Linda would pull out completely, erasing her progress, and wait for her to wake up. Gradually she got farther and farther, getting used to not having any air. When she finally pulled it off and the strap-on bottomed out in her throat, Linda took off the clothespin and Michelle seemed to have no trouble with breathing anymore.
"Well," Linda said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now that you've figured out how to swallow a cock, we can start the actual throat fucking." That said, she began to ram in and out of her sister's mouth. Michelle gurgled in hapless protest, her throat no longer tight enough to impede Linda's movements, but made no attempt to stop her. Linda spent several long minutes thrusting in and out of Michelle, until she was satisfied that her throat was now easily fuckable.
By this point, both girls were looking pretty tired. "I think it's time for a break," Linda remarked. "Unless you'd rather move right on to the ass fucking?"
"No", Michelle said hurriedly. "A break sounds great. Thank you."
Sean and John began to mutter angrily as the girls laid down on the floor, and Linda began to take off the strap-on. She'd been specifically told not to let her sister have any rest or relief until the movie was done. They were debating going in there and putting an end to the whole thing, but I stopped them. I had a feeling our little sadist had something up her sleeve.
Sure enough, as soon as the strap-on was off, Linda grabbed a fistful of her sister's hair and pulled her head down to her crotch. "All this fucking is making me horny," she told Michelle. "Take care of it."
"But you said--" Michelle began to protest, but shut up when she saw Linda reaching for the riding crop.
"I'm the one on break, not you," Linda told her. "While you've been having fun getting showered with attention and stuffing yourself with cock, I've been stuck taking care of my dumb slut of a sister. Now I'd get busy if I were you. I haven't yet decided if I'm gonna go slow with your ass or just bust it wide open. You'll want me to be in a good mood."
The cameras weren't positioned right for us to see any action, but the way Linda started moaning made it pretty clear that Michelle was getting to it. Her moans rose to a fevered pitch, and she let out a long squeal as she came, probably the first orgasm she'd had since we entered her life.
Linda let out a long relaxed sigh, and Michelle started coughing. We took a closer look and realized Linda was pissing in her sister's mouth! Michelle was trying to pull back, but Linda's grip kept her head firmly in place. "You can drink it straight from the source or you can lick it off the floor, slut," Linda told her coldly, "but either way, you're my toilet today."
Michelle was crying as Linda got up and reattached the strap-on. She positioned her sister on her back, lying uncomfortably on her bound arms. She spread her legs apart and pulled them back until they touched her elbows, then used some handcuffs we'd given her to keep them there. With her head propped up by her own arms, Michelle was now staring at her own spread crotch.
"P-please," Michelle stammered. "You can't... it'll split me in two!"
Linda looked thoughtful for a moment, and then nodded in agreement. "You're right, it probably will." She worked her middle finger into Michelle's asshole, and then started pumping it in and out. "I expect it'll tear your sphincter muscle and do permanent damage to your colon. Your asshole will never fully close again, and you'll be forced to wear diapers for the rest of your life."
Michelle was crying harder as Linda added a second finger, and then a third, to the one pumping her asshole. "It'll mean some drastic changes in your private life, of course. No normal man will want to sleep with someone who'll be shitting the bed every night. Well, maybe you'll be able to find someone who finds that sort of thing a turn-on, but more likely you'll have to give men... incentives, to put up with you."
Linda took her fingers out of Michelle's ass and brought the strap-on to her sister's now gaping rosebud. She was still talking to Michelle as she began trying to work the head past the loosened anal ring. "You won't be able to say 'no' to them, that's for sure. Blow jobs day and night, letting them pass you around to their friends... you'll have to do whatever they want, show them how grateful you are that they put with you. You'll never be anyone's girlfriend again, Shelly, you'll just be their messy sex toy."
Michelle screamed in pain and misery as the head of the strap-on popped into her asshole, her anal ring stretched taut and white around it. Linda silenced her by sticking the three fingers that had been in her asshole into her mouth. "You'd better get used to that taste. You'll have to show your owners what a good toilet you can be. In fact, that should be one of your biggest selling points. Men don't want to spend a lot on their toys, so they'll like the fact that they won't need to waste money buying you real food. All you'll ask for is a steady supply of piss, shit, and cum."
Linda continued to taunt her sister as she drove the dildo in further. Michelle's anal ring had already torn in at least one place, and blood was running down and pooling on her stomach. The strap-on slowly disappeared into her flesh.
Finally the entire dildo was buried inside Michelle's chute. She was gasping in pain as Linda bent down and gave her another long, slow kiss. After she broke it off, she picked Michelle's panties off the ground and roughly gagged her with them. She pulled back, Michelle's asshole reluctantly letting the dildo go, until only the head was still in. "Don't worry," Linda told her with a smile, "even when you're a worthless piss-drinking whore who can't stop shitting herself, your sister will still love you." And then she slammed the dildo back in.
Michelle bawled like a child as the strap-on pistoned in and out of her. Its movements were slow at first, but it gradually picked up speed until it was practically at a blur. Blood ran freely from several minute tears. An ass as tight as that would've made any male rapist cum in a matter of minutes, but this rape lasted for well over an hour. Linda wasn't immune to the friction; she stopped several times to sit on her sister's face and force her to lick her to orgasm. But each time she returned to Michelle's ass right afterward and kept doggedly pounding away.
I didn't think her prolonged abuse was out of sadism. Well, that was probably part of it, but I suspected there was a bigger reason. Once Linda had finished raping Michelle's ass, her playacting would have to end. She was in control now, but afterward she return to being a victim again. The guys and I conferred, and a few minutes later I left the study to talk to our girls.
"Hi baby," I told Linda as I entered the room. "Having fun catching up with your sister?" For a second panic filled her features, but then she smoothed her expression and fell back into character.
"Sure am, sweetie," she cooed. "I've just been giving her a few dating tips." I knelt down to give her a kiss, and then whispered in her ear.
"We've got an offer for you. How would you like to keep playing this role for the rest of the weekend? You'll still have to do some fucking, and pretend to enjoy it, but your sister will be the one getting most of the abuse. Interested?"
Instead of answering immediately, Linda looked down at her sister. "Could you do me a huge favor?" she asked. "I think my sister is feeling neglected with only having one cock to play with. I know it's a big imposition, but do you think you could let her suck yours?"
"Sure thing, darling," I replied, as I sat on Michelle's battered tits and took out the panty gag so I could feed her my cock. She was too preoccupied with her ongoing anal rape to service me, but I was content to just fuck her face.
"In fact," Linda continued. "What would be really great is if you could bring over some friends of yours tonight. Michelle needs a lot more practice with all of her holes."
"Anything for you, honey," I said with a smile, while below us Michelle squirmed and sobbed.
Sunday Night
When the guys arrived that night, they were greeted with blow jobs at the door, just like they had two nights ago. But this time, it wasn't Linda giving them. Instead Michelle got to do the honors. She was on all fours and naked, except for the collar around her neck and the riding crop clenched in her teeth. She also sported a pair of nipple clamps and another on her clit. Linda sat on top of her, still clad in the dominatrix outfit and holding the leash. The strap-on bobbed between her legs and bore no sign of its heavy use that day, having received a thorough tongue cleaning from Michelle after the anal rape had finished.
Linda rode Michelle like a horse, pulling on the riding crop to indicate which direction to go. Whenever someone came in, she'd ride Michelle over to him, and take the crop out so that her sister could beg the man to be allowed to suck his cock. Most readily agreed, but a few had fun with her first, making her go in depth about how badly she longed to taste their cum or what terrible perversions she'd be willing to go through if only they'd gift her with a throat full of man meat.
Linda made liberal use of the crop, hitting Michelle every time she thought her sister didn't sound sincere enough about wanting to perform her duties or wasn't doing well enough with the blow jobs themselves. She'd beat Michelle's ass with it, or else swing it under to strike her tits. During one of the first blow jobs, Michelle had gone into a coughing fit at the end and unintentionally spat most of the cum out. Linda had immediately forced her sister's head down to the floor, holding her there with a boot on her neck, and strapped Michelle's bare pussy over and over until the girl had licked up all the spilled semen.
The guys were surprised to see the change in Linda at first, but it didn't take long to convince them to go with it. They laughed and chatted with her like old friends, everyone pretending they hadn't spent the better part of the last two days abusing and humiliating her.
I'd made some phone calls, and by nine 'o clock, there was about twenty people crammed into the house, twice as many as before. There were even a few women this time, who'd either gotten their pussies licked by Michelle or tried their own strap-ons out on her throat. Once everyone had arrived and settled in, Linda called for their attention. "Thank you all for 'coming here' tonight," she announced, pointing a finger at Michelle's mouth and winking. "My sister and I are both very grateful that you've taken the time out of your busy weekend to come here and help train her. She knows by now that she's just an ugly, frigid, big-titted cow, and that you all must find her absolutely disgusting, but she's going to do her best to keep your cocks and cunts happy, so please give her a chance."
"Unfortunately," she continued, "our toilet mysteriously broke down earlier today and is completely unusable." Sean held up a wrench and got a few laughs. "So my sister has graciously volunteered to be our toilet tonight. Since her mouth is already going to be busy sucking and cleaning your cocks most of the night, I have to ask you to relieve yourselves into the bucket there by the bathroom door. Whenever it fills up, our toilet slut will take a little break from cock sucking to have a snack. Naturally, when it's your turn to fuck her mouth, you can feel free to take the opportunity to piss or shit directly down her throat.
"Before we get started, I want to stress that the point of tonight is not simply for you to fuck Michelle, it's for her to fuck you. If at any time you don't feel she's performing with enough skill or enthusiasm, I'd like you to use these." She held up 3 tiny remotes, each of which had a large red button on it. "Whoever's turn it is to use one of her holes will hold on to one of these. They're connected to the clamps she's wearing on her nipples and clit, and pushing the button will send a brief surge of electricity through them, like this." She dismounted from Michelle and pushed one of the buttons. Her sister immediately screamed and collapsed, her whole body spasming for several seconds. After she'd stopped twitching, Linda tugged on the leash and Michelle haltingly got on all fours again so Linda could sit back down on her.
"Don't worry, you'll feel only a harmless tingle if you're in contact with her at the time. The boys were trying it out earlier and told me they usually didn't even notice it. Apparently they were distracted by the way it makes her muscles clench in a way they found very pleasant. So remember, when she claims she's squeezing your cock as hard as she can, now you have an easy way to check.
"Any questions? No? Then ladies and gentlemen, let's get this party started."
Monday Morning (Early)
The thing that had once been called Michelle gurgled and twitched as it lay on the floor. She'd starting doing that nonstop after a few hours, probably due too many electroshocks. That hadn't stopped anyone from using them, though, and I was lucky I'd brought plenty of spare batteries.
Her body was completely soaked with cum. There was so much on her face that her features could barely be made out, and her eyes had been glued shut with it. Even her pussy and ass were packed with semen, and combined with all that she had drunk there was a bulge in her belly that made her look seven months pregnant. The "no cream pie" rule had ended at around one in the morning, when it became clear that she was already covered with enough filth to make the idea of sloppy seconds seem kind of moot.
Telling the guys they were allowed to cum in her had inspired many of them who were worn out from already cumming two or three times that night. It had also given Linda a bit of relief. She'd been busy entertaining the ones who really had a thing for cream pies, since she was willing to let them cum in her. Whenever it was her turn to use Michelle's mouth, she'd put her sister to use sucking the cum out of her holes.
That mouth hung open now, a line of white drool running down to the floor. While her pussy and especially her ass had received a lot of hard fucking, it was probably her mouth that had received the most humiliation. I remembered how everyone had cheered the first time the bucket was full. The smell of it had been terrible, enough to make anyone near it nauseous, and even Michelle, who had been otherwise compliant the whole time, balked at drinking it.
So Linda had been the one to hold Michelle's mouth open while John poured the bucket's contents into it. He'd done it slowly, of course, because that's John for you. He'd pour a tiny amount, just enough for her to get a good taste of it, and then Linda would close her sister's mouth and stroke her throat with the other hand, waiting until she swallowed the disgusting stuff.
The bucket was still three-quarters full when she gave in and begged to be allowed to finish the rest on her own. John had grudgingly obliged, and we all watched her chug it down. Well, most of us watched. She still had two people fucking her from behind the entire time this was going on, and making regular use of the electroshock clamps to make sure she didn't neglect them.
She'd gotten a sick look on her face a few seconds after she was finished, and the next time she was shocked she vomited up a lot of what she had just eaten, plus a generous amount of cum. But John, still holding the bucket, was quick to react and put it under her, and soon she was already more than halfway to her next meal.
The thing that had been Michelle twitched again, which caused her to roll onto her side, forcing a small stream of liquid out of her asshole. Linda had been grossly exaggerating yesterday afternoon when she'd described the damage her strap-on was going to do to it, but her words had turned out to be rather prophetic. Her ass now gaped open at least three inches, and showed no signs of closing.
It was the women's fault. No, that's not fair. Penis envy was the real culprit. It might be natural to expect that the women would have been gentler than their male counterparts, whether because they were the "fairer sex" or because they had more reason to empathize with the victim, but nothing could be further from the truth. Any woman that had earned a place in our little group had done so by displaying remarkable ability at domination and a true enthusiasm for the craft. And Linda acted no different from them, no doubt desperate to prove that she belonged on our side of the equation and not Michelle's.
All of them had brought strap-ons like Linda's, fearsome things larger than almost any man's, and many with studs or spikes too. They'd had a lot of fun using them to churn up Michelle's asshole,
spending long minutes reaming it out. Unlike us men, who'd eventually have to cum and then be done for a while, they had no such restrictions. They didn't have to stop raping Michelle until they felt like it, and they made that clear to the girl.
In some ways, Linda's extended anal rape earlier had only been a warm-up for this. Each time one of the women had a turn at Michelle's asshole, they forced her to sweet talk them into stopping. Michelle professed her undying love to them, her eternal obedience. She offered to sell her soul, as well as more mundane things, shouting out PIN numbers and credit card information. She told the women how ugly and disgusting she was, and what an honor it was to have their dildos in her unworthy asshole. She even offered up her friends, gave us names, addresses, where they hid their house keys, when they were alone during the week, etc. I made sure to write those down for later.
She begged and cajoled and pleaded and flattered, and she had to do it all while still taking care of whoever was using her mouth. It was worst for her when that was a woman too. Then she had to work just to get to talk. Sometimes the women gave her rules, like allowing her to speak one word for every lick of their pussy, or for every second that she could completely deep-throat their strap-ons. Other times they just enjoyed making it as difficult as possible, keeping her head buried in their crotches or her lips wrapped around their dildos, making her scream out the muffled words to be heard.
Anyway, a lot of the guys couldn't help feeling a bit jealous of the women. With their smaller cocks and shorter staying power, Michelle almost seemed relieved whenever it was their turn with her ass. So they started to get competitive. Some of them fisted her, forcing her to go through the same routine as she had with the women before they'd take their hands out. Others kept shocking her nonstop while they used her, or made up for their lesser attributes with their superior strength, ramming into her so hard they left bruises on her ass cheeks.
At some point they started double fucking her ass. Having two cocks rubbing together in the same hole was usually a bit off putting for them, but by this point I'd already suspended the cream pie rule, and this wasn't a huge leap from having their dicks in a hole already full of someone else's semen. It took some heavy-duty contortion on everyone's part, what with other people still plugging away at her cunt and mouth, but they managed it.
Somehow, after that things evolved into a competition to see who could stretch her ass the farthest. At this point, I really should've stepped in and stopped them, but I wasn't around to see it, being alone in the bedroom with Linda.
There's a lot to be said for fucking an unwilling woman, especially when you're making her fuck you back, but there's something amazing about a woman truly trying to please you too. Linda was eager and hungry, determined to show me how good it would be to have her around. For my part, I just settled back and enjoyed her charms.
Anyway, if I'd been in the living room I would've stopped the guys, but I suppose I can't really blame them. Michelle's ass was already loose enough that there wasn't any real friction, even when they were shocking her. And by that point she'd gone through so much abuse that she wasn't showing much reaction to just getting fucked. What they were doing allowed them to get some entertainment out of her ass and some fresh screams from the girl.
Quite a few household items spent some time in her rectum. Beer bottles, soda cans, cell phones, the TV remote, a rolled-up poster, mugs. They made a game out of having her close her eyes and lick clean what they'd put in her ass, then guess what it was. Wrong answers earned her a beating from the riding crop, while correct answers earned her... well, nothing.
By this point her ass was gaping open, and they got the idea of pouring things down it. A bottle of hot sauce was emptied into it, a soda bottle (shaken and fizzing), an entire tube of toothpaste. Several of them took the opportunity to piss in it, and the next time the bucket filled up they poured it right in.
The breaking point, literally, was when one of the guys (everyone claimed they couldn't remember who, but I'd bet good money on Sean) had the idea of seeing how many of the strap-ons could fit in at the same time. The first went in easily enough, but the second had to be worked in an inch at a time, with Michelle was screaming non-stop. It didn't look like the third would fit, no matter how hard they tried, but then Mitch had stepped up and slammed it with the butt of his hand. The force of the blow sank it all the way in, something inside her tore, and blood began to flow freely.
That had been the end of the gang bang. They called me in from the bedroom, and I took control of the situation. I got the full explanation of what I'd missed from a couple sheepish guys, sent most of them home, and checked that Michelle's injury wasn't life threatening.
Despite her earlier behavior, Linda was clearly horrified when she saw the state of her sister. She did her best to act nonchalant, though, not wanting to fall out of my good graces. Michelle hadn't passed out from the pain, but she could do nothing but shudder, her throat too damaged to speak, her body too weak and sore to move. She laid there and looked up at the two of us, making a silent plea for mercy with her eyes.
Like I said, the gang bang was over, and Michelle was so filthy that I had no desire to go near any of her holes, but since Linda and I had been interrupted before finishing our business in the bedroom, my cock was still hard, and I saw one last chance to humiliate both of the sisters.
"Doesn't she look beautiful?" I asked Linda, making sure I was loud enough for Michelle to hear.
Linda put on an obviously forced smile, "O-oh yes, much better than before."
I put on a thoughtful expression. "But there's still something missing. Some finishing touch. Can you see what it is?"
A note of worry entered Linda's voice. "Um, no, I mean, I'm sure you know much more about this sort of thing than me."
"It's her eyes," I told her. "The rest of her is clearly a well-trained fucktoy by now. A bit damaged, sure, but a fucktoy through and through. Those eyes, though... they're still human. We'll have to fix that."
I knelt down in front Michelle and gently pulled Linda down with me. My cock was out, pointing mere inches away from Michelle's face, and I put Linda's hand on it. She understood what I wanted and began to wank me off.
Michelle looked at my cock, and then up at her sister. They locked gazes for a long moment, and I could feel Linda's resolve waning. She no longer wanted to play the part of the sadist. She wanted to stop, to comfort her. But I nudged her and gave her a sharp glance. And so the last thing Michelle saw before my cock went off, before it seared her eyes and glued them shut, was the smiling face of her sister.
"There," I said warmly. "Perfect." I led Linda back into the bedroom, while behind us the thing that had once been called Michelle gurgled and twitched.
Monday Morning (Late)
It was time to finish up. John and Sean were already going through Linda's things, cataloging what could be sold and what would have to be thrown out. Linda herself was still in the bedroom, sleeping for the last few hours. I'd let her sleep without any restraints, further proof that she was now “one of the gang”.
I was in the kitchen enjoying some much needed coffee when I saw Mitch roll into the driveway with the moving van. I finished the coffee and went to the bedroom to wake Linda up, help her into a robe, and bring her outside. She was still groggy as I led her up the ramp and into the back of the van, which was empty except for a large steel cage.
There was a food bowl and water bowl on the floor of the cage. Michelle was already in there too, looking much better. A few hours of sleep had helped, and I'd had Sean and John get her cleaned and fed earlier. She didn't say anything, just glared at her sister with hate-filled eyes.
"What do you think?" I asked Linda, rubbing her shoulders. She barely noticed as the robe slipped off.
"Of the cage? It looks great." Linda said nervously. "Perfect for her."
"It's a bit small, though," I mused. "It'll be cramped."
"No, there's plenty of room for one person," Linda insisted. "Besides, she's just a fucktoy, right? She doesn't need to be comfortable."
"You're right," I agreed. "She doesn't." I turned her to face me and gave her a passionate kiss. She returned it fiercely, desperate to prove I had made the right choice in caging her sister and not her. "I think I'm in love," I told her, and kissed her again. She made muffled sounds of agreement.
And then I handcuffed her wrists behind her.
She froze, not yet understanding what was going on. That gave me enough time to pull open the door to the cage and roughly shove her in.
"B-but, you...," she stammered, suddenly terrified and confused. "You just said..."
I stroked her face. "I do love you, baby. Both of you. And that's why, once we get you two set up in your new home, I'm not just going to be your pimp, I'm going to be your most frequent customer. I'll be there to fuck you almost every night.
"You'll have to live in this cage for a few days until we've got things ready for you. It'll be a tight fit for two people, but like you said, fucktoys don't need to be comfortable." I pulled out the strap-on Linda had been using yesterday and tossed it through the open door to Michelle, who caught it. She stared at it blankly for a moment, then looked at Linda's handcuffs and her own free hands, and began to smile. "Besides, I'm sure you two will find ways to pass the time."
I closed the door to the cage and exited the van. As I walked back into the house, I could already hear the faint sound of Linda screaming.
There was plenty of work to be done. We had to clear out Linda's stuff, make it look like she'd moved away. Everything needed to be fully cleaned too, no fingerprints or DNA evidence to track us. Then we'd have to go to Michelle's house too and get that cleaned out as well.
There were a host of other tasks to get done, and quickly, before anyone started getting suspicious about their disappearance. Closing out their bank accounts, getting rid of their cars, following up on the information Michelle had provided about her friends...
The weekend was officially over. It was Monday morning, and we had a full week of work ahead of us.
I was already looking forward to next weekend.
By Darinost (darinost@hotmail.com). Comments and feedback welcome.
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