Sister's Keeper

Susan never thought it would come to this. Despite constant reminders from Mistress Camille that new members were the lifeblood of the cult, Susan never really tried to recruit others into joining her little group. Maybe it was jealousy that she would have to share her Mistress with others, maybe it was just laziness. But whatever it was, Susan was told that she was out, tomorrow morning, if she could not get another girl to join.

How it all came to this point is another story.

Chapter 1

Attractive by anyone's standards, Susan never had problems getting the attention of both men and women alike. Having long blond hair, large breasts and a cover girl face, she was a magnet for aggressive males. Unfortunately, she never seemed to be interested in men.

It wasn't until her freshman year in college, when she first met Camille at a sorority party, that she finally had someone to open up to. Camille knew all to well the difficulties that young freshmen girls sometimes went through when they were away from home for the first time. Camille was an expert listener. She sympathized with the young girl and listened thoughtfully as Susan poured out her heart over the ensuing weeks. Most of the conversations revolved around Susan's frustrations of being a lesbian in a heterosexual world. It really came as no surprise to either one of them when late one night Camille bent over and softly kissed her pretty young friend.

To Susan, this was the beginning of something magical. Soon thereafter, Susan had her first full-fledged lesbian experience, and it brought her to the very heights of ecstasy. Very quickly their relationship developed into something much more. With Camille's prodding, Susan moved out of the dorms and in with her. She was surprised and somewhat disappointed that other girls lived there too. But to Susan, at this exciting time of her life, no price was too high to pay for the intense Sapphic pleasures that Camille had introduced her to. This was a world in which she needed to be a part of. Susan soon learned however that the price for such pleasures would be high indeed.

After just a few short weeks of living in the home, Mistress Camille, as Susan was now required to call her, informed her that Susan may be forced to leave the house! Susan was stunned by the announcement. It seemed that the requirements for continuing to live there were quite ridged: Susan must agree to undergo a "training period" in which she would be fully transformed into a lesbian sex slave! Susan was told the process was easy, and there was no turning back once she agreed. But failure to agree would result in her being forced to leave the cult immediately and permanently.

Susan was given the night to sleep on her momentous decision. After further investigation it turned out that all of the other girls in the house had been faced with the same decision at one time or another. Those that remained had obviously gone through this "process". Further questions to the other girls about the training period were always met with blank stares and awkward silences. Susan awoke the next morning and decided that she would go through with it, no matter how difficult it would be. How could she leave the cult now?

Chapter 2

Looking back on that fateful day, Susan never regretted her decision to submit to Camille; despite the intense emotional and physical toll it took on her. The thought of being permanently barred from the cult was too much for her to bear. Yes, she decided, she would do anything to stay. But whom could she convince to join her?

Reluctantly, she picked up the phone and called the one person outside the cult whom she still had even a remote relationship with; the one girl she knew who would take her call, her sister Cindy. They have not spoken in over a year, ever since Susan went away to school and then moved in with Camille and that weird cult. Cindy was surprised, but pleased; to hear from her older sister and readily agreed to meet at a local coffee shop the next day.

The two girls were reunited for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. They were never very close while growing up, despite their close proximity in age. Cindy was now a freshman at a nearby university. Their awkward conversation seemed to be going around in circles until the younger sister got up to use the restroom. While gone, Susan used this perfect opportunity to carefully pour a clear, tasteless liquid into her sister's drink. Minutes later Cindy returned and took a final, fateful sip of her cappuccino. The young girl felt groggy almost immediately. She excused herself and stumbled outside for air. She staggered and finally passed out, conveniently into her sister's waiting arms. There she was quickly thrown into a waiting van and spirited away.

Once Cindy had finally awoken, her head felt heavy. But that feeling was nothing compared to the shock she felt when she noticed that she was chained to a wall in what looked like a basement dungeon! Worse yet, the poor girl was stripped of all her clothes, except for her white stockings, garters, bra and panties. (It seems she was going to meet her boyfriend after visiting her sister at the coffee shop). Susan, sitting in a nearby chair, apologized nervously for her sister's predicament, and then slowly explained the situation to her.

Susan began by telling her younger sister how important Camille and the cult were to her. How Camille and the others in the house have changed her life. How she will do anything, absolutely anything to stay a part of it. However the only way she can be allowed to stay is if Cindy agrees to join her. Certainly Cindy can understand Susan's conundrum? Cindy is unmoved by her older sister's ridiculous ramblings and demands to be released immediately.

"You crazy bitch let me go this instant. What the hell are you doing to me?"

Susan reaffirms to Cindy that she cannot release her and assures her that in time she will come to understand her situation, and one day may even thank her for being introduced to Mistress Camille.

Unimpressed, Cindy continues to struggle with the chains, and she screams a string of profanities at her older sibling. Realizing that this is going nowhere, Susan storms out the room to fetch the Mistress.

Mistress Camille finally enters with two of her female assistants and Susan. She inspects Cindy for a minute and silently praises Susan for bringing her such a lovely new pledge, and a younger sibling no less!

Cindy looks nothing like her sister. She has long red hair and piercing green eyes. Her perfectly rounded tits hang high on her torso; as well they should for an 18-year-old college freshman. The Mistress carefully rubs her black latex gloved hands over the smooth skin of the restrained girl, pausing for a moment at Cindy's soft, panty-covered pussy. Cindy recoils for a moment, causing the Mistress to laugh. Camille resists a strong temptation to plunge a finger under the delicate fabric and into the restrained girl's tight little hole. There will be plenty of time for that later she tells herself. Yes this one will make a nice addition to her collection.

The assistants are obviously jealous of the attention being paid to the new girl, but they, of course don't dare let the Mistress know of their feelings.

Wasting no time, The Mistress tells Cindy matter-of- factly;

"The initiation phase is the most difficult part of your training, please accept the fact you are here and don't fight me. There will be no possibility of escape. I promise that in time you will be every bit as happy here as your sister."

Cindy tries to scream out again, but a bit gag is forced into her mouth. With that, Cindy is unchained, carefully handcuffed and dragged kicking and screaming through a door marked: Prep Room.

Cindy is placed on her back onto a padded leather table. Her wrists are uncuffed ever so briefly and quickly re-shackled above her head. The defiant girl is no match for the Mistress, the two assistants and her sister, who has now entered the room and is obediently assisting. Next, Cindy's ankles are cuffed to a spreader bar dangling from the ceiling. A steel rod, hanging vertically, provides additional stabilization to the bar, and prevents Cindy from swinging her legs wildly. Susan leaves the room briefly and returns, carrying a tray full of shaving equipment. The assistant's have carefully cut away Cindy's panties and pulled them away. It seems the young firebrand is going to have her pussy shaved for the first time!

Her stocking and garters however, are left in place, at the Mistress' request. Next, Susan is ordered to begin lathering her sister's crimson haired cunt. Softly she applies the cream with a brush, making sure to cover every inch. Cindy will not admit it, but the sensation is starting to make her pussy just a bit moist.

Susan knows she is doing something wrong, something evil perhaps, but Camille's control over her is too strong, and she must proceed. She shakes away any doubts she has and continues to gently brush the warm cream onto her sister's deliciously exposed pussy, carefully covering every inch of the tender mound. Cindy can do nothing but look on in frustration, as her older sister methodically goes about her work. For Cindy's own protection, a waist belt has been securely fastened across her waist. Mistress Camille is now ready to move in with a razor. She carefully and tenderly shaves the young girl's cunt completely bald. Satisfied, Camille wipes away the excess cream with a moist towel and then bends over and places a soft kiss on the newly shorn twat. A repulsed Cindy shuts her eyes. No other woman has ever touched her there before.

Satisfied with the day's work. The Mistress orders that Cindy be taken to her holding cell. She is carefully unstrapped from the table and promptly reshackled for the short trip to her cell. There she is left, completely naked and still cuffed with her arms behind her back. She cries herself to sleep, wondering why in the hell Susan would do something this to her.

Chapter 3

The next day begins early as Cindy is hauled out of her cell by several girls from the cult and taken into a room with an "X" shaped padded leather cross in the middle. She is securely fastened in place, with her arms above her head and her ankles locked tightly to the other two corners. The Mistress now enters, wearing a tight black spandex body suit and sporting a sinister grin. With a snap of her fingers, the other girls grab Cindy's oversized tits and place them into a vice. The top bar is connected to a collar around her neck, to hold her breasts high, for easy access. The lower bar is positioned directly underneath her ample juggs. Slowly Camille begins tightening the screws on either side, placing terrible pressure on her titties. Satisfied, she moves in and gently begins to lick the now swollen nipples. But it is only a tease, pleasure will have to wait.

Camille attaches a pair of clips to the now rock hard nipples. Next the attendants bring over a cart filled with large red candles. Cindy looks over and gulps hard, as sweat starts to pour down her brow. Camille circles around the girl several times, to increase the tension. At last she begins to pour the hot wax onto Cindy's tightly compacted breasts. As the young beauty screams out, her older sister obediently rushes over with a ball gag and jams it into Cindy's mouth.

Normally Camille likes to hear her pledges scream, but this morning she prefers quiet and will go about her work in relative silence. The Mistress pours coat after coat of molten wax over the girl's compacted tits. Cindy begs with her eyes for the Mistress to stop. But it doesn't, until Camille is completely content with her handiwork. She exits the room and orders the others to do so as well. The lights are shut off and Cindy is forced to suffer in the blinding darkness, unable to move or even scream.

Quite some time later, Camille re-enters the room. She walks over to Cindy's limp body, which now dangles awkwardly from the wooden frame. She puts her palm on the girl's forehead and pushes it up to see her face. Cindy eyes slowly open, providing a fresh and unpleasant reminder of her suffering. Camille puts Cindy's head back down and gently traces her right hand down the girl's body, pausing just below the waist. She rests her hand there and cups the soft quim with her latex sheathed hand.

Next, Camille calmly asks the girl if she is ready to surrender herself, body and soul to the cult. With what little strength she can muster, Cindy shakes her head. She knows she can take much worse then this. Unfortunately, she will get her chance to prove it.

The Mistress whispers into Cindy's ear and says: "Very well then."

She lets go of the girl's cunt and reaches for a cat o' nine tails, which has been hanging ominously on the wall to her left. Confident that this punishment will break the young girl, as it has so many others, she begins to flail away. On and on the whipping goes, with particular attention now being paid to the newly shaven, and totally unprotected cunt. But not wanting to cause any permanent harm to such a delicate area though, the Mistress backs off and begins to focus on the tits. She savagely whips the wax off of Cindy's delicious globes. Wax flies in all directions. Yet the relentless onslaught will not break her. Stunned and frustrated at the fortitude of such a young girl, Camille storms out of the room and hands her whip to Susan, who is waiting nervously outside the door.

"I will give you one more day Susan and that is it. If your sister will not join us then both of you lousy bitches will be thrown out of here forever!"

Panicky, Susan enters the room where her sister is. She releases her from the restraints. Both girls are crying now. Susan can't bear to see Cindy like this. But she is powerless to act. Camille owns her and she knows it. She will do anything for that woman. With the help of the other girls, Susan takes Cindy back to her cell, where she is forced into in a straight jacket, per the Mistresses' orders.

Chapter 4

That night is a restless one for everyone in the house, especially Susan. Unable to sleep, she is almost relieved when there is a knock at her door. She has been summoned to Camille's private chamber. In months gone by this would have indeed been a special honor, but tonight she is not so sure.

Susan enters the room, head bowed. Camille is sitting in a chair by the fireplace. She has a troubled look on her face. Camille is taking a big gamble and she knows it. Susan is her best slave and she does not want to lose her. But she must make her follow the rules like everyone else. The Mistress knows it would set a poor example for the others if Susan were allowed to slide on something so important as this. All of the other girls had brought new members to her, some willingly, others less so. The cult was now up to 10 girls now, each one devoted entirely to serving every whim a mistress may have. The last thing she needs is anyone questioning her authority now.

Camille nods, indicating it is OK for Susan to approach. She obediently kneels at her Mistresses' feet, keeping her head bowed down. The Mistress places her hand on Susan's shoulder. She tells her how much she appreciates her help in this very difficult time. She knows how hard it must be to watch her sister go through this. She then asks if Susan believes that she is doing the right thing. Susan hesitates but does finally nod in agreement while adding:

"I just hope it will be over quickly Mistress."

"We all do, my sweet. I am doing all I can to make this process go as quickly as possible. But now I am afraid that tomorrow is going to be very difficult for you. I need you to be strong. Not just for me, but for Cindy as well. I am going to have to do some things to her that I have never done to another girl before. It will be difficult for you to watch. But I need you to be there, to help Cindy through this. She needs to know that you are there for her. I hope Susan that you will understand why this is necessary."

Camille looked down and her pretty little pet and could see a look of apprehension on her face.

She continued: "I don't want Cindy to suffer anymore than is necessary. It will be hard for you, I know. I promise you though that this well be the best thing for her. It won't seem like it at the time, but when it is over and she finally succumbs, we will know, all of us, that the right thing was done."

Susan took a moment to catch her breath. She was scared now. Maybe she hadn't fully thought through her actions, but there was definitely no turning back now. Of that she was sure. Susan had never seen such a determined look on the Mistress' face. She had to believe in the woman that she loved, the woman who controlled her.

"You do trust me, Susan, don't you?" The Mistress asked.

"Of course I do, I would do anything for you Mistress".

Camille gently lifted Susan's chin up, to look her in the eyes, to make sure Susan meant what she said. Tears were slowly coming down the slave's cheeks. Camille bent over to give her a kiss on the lips. Then she gave Susan the one look that every girl in the house understood perfectly well; it was time to lick the Mistress' pussy!

Susan was kept on her knees as Camille lowered her black silk panties. She griped the back of Susan's head, grabbing her hair and slightly twisting it, and then forced the girl's mouth onto her shaved cunt. It did not take long for her to reach a shattering orgasm. She pushed Susan's head away and regained her composure. She gave the girl a good night kiss, tasting her own juices off of Susan's tongue. Susan was mildly disappointed, she had hoped for more. Perhaps she even thought the Mistress would take care of some of her feminine needs. Not tonight she was told, we all need as much sleep as we can get.

Chapter 5

After barely sleeping, Cindy finds herself rudely awakened and carried from her cell by two of the cult members. The girls take her to an empty room where her straight jacket is removed, and she is again forced down onto a padded leather table, face up. After chaining her rigidly into place, they leave the room. Moments later Susan enters.

"Cindy It was never my intention to put you through this, I wish there was another way, but the Mistress is insistent. Please let me tell her that you are ready to take the final step towards initiation. She will break you and force you to submit to her. I can't stop her, and I can't bare the thought of putting you this any longer!"

"Never", Cindy shouts back. "You are all crazy and I will never give in."

Saddened and sobbing, and unsure of what will come next, Susan dejectedly exits the room. She informs the Mistress that her sister will not give in. Camille seems oddly pleased pleased by this not unforeseen development. She walks away from Susan enters the room where Cindy is strapped down.

Camille is a stunning sight to behold. Dressed in a skintight red latex outfit, with black lace up boots. She commands the room with her presence. It is easy to see why the other girls so easily fall under her spell.

Trailing behind her are several other older girls in the cult. Girls that joined around the same time that Susan did. Vicki, Karen and Rachael. They are all dressed in matching white nurses uniforms, also made out of latex. Susan has never seen them like this before. She is worried now. Camille means business today.

No one speaks. The Mistress surveys the room, pleased that everyone is here for such an important event. All of the girls in the room look pensively toward one another, not knowing what will happen. The room is deep in the basement of the old mansion. The girls are never allowed in this part of the house. The room is made out of large old stones with but one wooden doorway from which they entered. What could possibly happen in here?

Those questions are soon answered when Camille slides a lose brick from the wall and pushes a button behind it. The wall slides open, revealing a room, which looks terribly out of place for such an old home. Inside it looks like an operating room at a hospital. Bright lights hang from the ceiling; carts filled with gadgets are spread out all over the place. Monitors and electrical equipment cover one entire wall.

Camille is pleased; the most important room in the house is now open for business!

The table onto which Cindy is strapped is wheeled into the room. She is placed directly in the center, right underneath the lights. They illuminate her tender young body perfectly.

Each of the girl's has there own designs on the soon-to-be new pledge, but all fully understand that there is a pecking order in the cult, and the Mistress always pecks first.

Camille walks over to the wall and presses another button, the walls begins to close and soon lock into place. All are aware that escape for young Cindy is now impossible.

"The next time you leave this room Cindy, you will be one of us." The Mistress says deliciously. Susan is told to wait in the corner and to observe the proceedings only. The Mistress in no way wants her to be involved with the procedure, her emotions may get the best of her.

"Nurse" Vicki opens a cabinet and grabs three spray bottles, she hands one each to the other two girls. With the Mistress' permission the girls begin to spray what turns out to be a warm oily liquid all over Cindy's naked body. Only Camille is allowed to touch her, and she takes full advantage by rubbing the mixture all over the bondaged girl. Satisfied, she orders that a tit pump to be lowered from the ceiling. The plastic tubes dangle precipitously over Cindy's ample bosom, before Rachael grabs them and forced directly onto her nipples. A switch activates the unit and Cindy can feel her nipples being tugged, slowly at first, but then harder. She yells out in pain as the sucking becomes more intense.

"Save it, my dear, this is only the beginning". Camille remarks coldly. The comment brings nothing but giggles from the others. Next, a big bowl of ice cubes is taken from a freezer and wheeled over on a cart. As the tit pumps continue their relentless sucking, the Mistress grabs a handful of ice and gleefully rubs the frozen cubes all over Cindy's freshly shaved twat. Minutes seem like hours as Cindy writhes in agony in a fruitless attempt to get away from the frigid onslaught. For a brief moment, the two women's eyes meet.

Cindy's teeth begin to chatter uncontrollably as the Mistress reaches for a fresh handful of ice. Camille can only smile at the thought of her own pussy get hotter by the minute as poor Cindy's cunt is doing just the opposite. On and on the rubbing goes, this time with both hands. Camille fights the urge to slide one of her fingers into her own cunt. There is nothing she enjoys more then torturing pretty young girls. But she knows her patience will be rewarded soon enough.

"Are your ready to join now you little bitch?" she asks.

Despite the intense pain to her most private areas, Cindy shakes her head defiantly.

"N-N-N-N-N-O" she matters to chatter.

"Very well, then we must take the final step", declares Camille.

Susan jumps up from the corner and begs the Mistress to reconsider; "Please Mistress, this is not necessary, she is just about to give in!"

"It's too late, I'm through playing games! Prepare her!" She instructs the other girls. "And you," she stares at Susan, "don't ever question me again, or your fate will be 10 times worse then this!!!"

Almost immediately the tit pump stops, Cindy's swollen nipples slowly begin to retake their shape. Even her pussy starts to feel better once the Mistress removes the ice. Her relief is short lived however, as she looks over at a second cart being positioned just to her right. This one contains a series of wires, all connected to a large black box.

"What the hell is this?" Cindy yells in horror.

"I think we have heard from you today."

Camille orders Susan to again grab a gag from the cabinet and install it in her sister's mouth. Susan slowly complies and the last muffled cry she hears is a "Why??" before the bit is securely fastened into place.

Camille orders Susan to stand directly behind Cindy, so she is right above her head. The two sisters' eyes meet, Cindy knows it is fast becoming unlikely that her Susan will snap out of her trance and get her out of this mess. Tears start to flow out of each girl's eyes as Susan gently stokes Cindy's hair and face. Meanwhile the assistants are told to begin reapplying the oily mixture to Cindy's body.

Next, Camille grabs a can of shaving gel and begins to squirt it onto Cindy's right nipple, and then the left. She rubs the cold gel for a moment, stiffing each nipple. Satisfied she turns her attention toward the cunt. The Mistress applies what seems like the whole can to Cindy's shaved snatch. Carefully and methodically she rubs it on until the mound is covered with a thick green coating. Camille explains that this is necessary to increase the connectivity! Cindy shakes her head wildly at that statement.

Next she instructs the girls to carefully check the bonds. The last thing the Mistress wants is for Cindy to break free now. The girls check the cuffs on the ankles, then the wrists, and finally the thigh restraints. Camille personally checks the waist belt, the most important one of all. Satisfied there is not the tiniest amount of slack, she is ready to proceed.

Camille walks over to the cart and grabs a wire with an electrode attached to it. She carefully presses it onto the right nipple. Next she takes a second one and fixes it on top of the left tit. Working quickly now, the diabolical bitch inserts the final four electrodes into the gel glistening between Cindy's legs. The young girl lefts her head up and attempts to scream through the gag. Susan holds her head and forces it back onto the table, all the while trying to comfort her sister. There is little time left now.

Completely immobilized, Cindy can only watch as her cunt and tits are covered with a terrifying array of wires.

"Susan, I have decided that you will have the honors, come here!" Camille orders.

"Please Mistress don't make me do this!!!"

"You Must". Camille grabs Susan's hand and yanks her towards the box. She places her slave's hand on the large red button. Without even the slightest hesitation she tells out:

"Now Susan!!!!"

Her heart is telling her no, she can't go through with it. But her head, which Camille has been inside of since the very beginning, is saying, "I must obey".

With a snap of the mistress' fingers, Susan presses the button, sending a pulsing current through her sister's most tender areas. Cindy convulses violently against the tight bonds. Her screams are muffled by the now saliva covered bit gag. A second snap instructs Susan to release the button. The pain stops and Camille asks; "Are you ready to join us yet?"

Cindy, unable to speak, manages to shake her head defiantly.

Camille orders Susan to increase the power to Level Two! Now panicky, Susan begs Cindy to submit and for Camille to reconsider. Both women stubbornly refuse, neither willing to give so much as an inch to the other. Tired of waiting, Camille demands another surge. Susan cannot go through with it. She can no longer bear to put her sister through this. Enraged, the Mistress orders Rachael to man the controls and continue the procedure. Immediately the obedient girl runs over, past the sobbing Susan and immediately slams her hand down on the button. She presses and holds it for what seems like an eternity as Cindy again shakes and twists uncontrollably, the pain beyond her imagination.

"Please stop Mistress," begs Susan, yelling at the top of her lungs.

"Not yet, we almost have her." After a few more seconds the Mistress waves her hand and the current mercifully stops. Camille approaches the exhausted co-ed and asks her: "Isn't it time for this madness to end?"

With the gag still in her mouth and sweat pouring off her entire body, she reluctantly nods in agreement. A relieved smile washes over Susan's face and she rushes over to her sister and removes the gag, before planting a big kiss on her lips.

Chapter 6

That night Cindy finds herself lying in bed wearing a nightgown and a chastity belt. She is handcuffed and has a ball gag in her mouth. Susan lies down next to her and gently strokes her long red hair. "Tomorrow will be the start of a new beginning for both of us. I am so glad that you have decided to join me; I have always wanted us to be together. After the final phase of your initiation you can begin can begin to explore the joys of lesbianism. So far you have only seen the dark side of the cult but I can assure you it has many advantages."

Cindy looks on with trepidation but can't speak through the gag. Susan says; "I would like to remove it, but the Mistress would be very upset." However she does reach under the nightgown and gently rubs the area around her sister's chastity belt, wishing there was some way to soothe her sister's aching twat.

Susan knows tomorrow will be an even tougher day for Cindy. She remembers all too well her last day of initiation, but she is confidant Cindy is up to the challenge. She is certain that Cindy will come to love her new environment. So much so that she may even help her plan the abduction of their other sister, Sarah.

To Be Continued.