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Tuesday Ch. 02

By: Deeply_Twisted



Morning comes like it always does. There are things to be done, lunch to be packed, chores to be attended to. The world waits for no man or woman, even if she was harshly used by two cruel men the evening before.

You drag yourself out of bed and begin your day. Your sole acknowledgment to your unrelenting fatigue is a large cup of coffee that you pound back quickly.

Your husband dresses, has his morning meal and grabs his lunch and heads out the door. A gentle peck on your cheek serves as his good bye to you and you watch him get in the car and hustle off to work.

You plunk down into a chair in the kitchen and flop your face down into your arms on the table. Being with Padraic is everything you hoped it could possibly be, but you feel like you ran a marathon last night and there's no reasonable explanation you can give your husband for curling up into a ball right there on the kitchen floor and going back to sleep.

Also you have stuff to do. The house needs to be cleaned and organized, you have actual work from work to take care of and you don't have time for this.

That sounds great, but as you castigate yourself you actually doze off facedown on the kitchen table for a while.

You stumble into a murky dream while your body rests. You're back in his apartment, bound and naked and he's standing over you. Other men you don't recognize sit around on the couch and watch. The cameras spin and track your naked form as you squirm on the floor.

Padraic leans over you. He taps an evil looking lash against his leg.

'Where do you want it girl?' He asks you in a low growl.

Without hesitation, you lean back and spread your legs wide. Your pelvis thrusts up and you can feel yourself flowering open.

He smiles at you, a tiny smile on his face telling you that he expected that. He flicks the lash loose and it cracks loudly. The men on the couch lean forward. All of them await the explosion of screaming and pain and tears that are imminent.

You're waiting for them too.

BANGBANGBANG! You jolt awake and shove your coffee cup away. It slips off the table and crashes to the floor. Jagged little shards scatter across the hard tile.

You look around in confusion, shaken by your abrupt return to consciousness. Abruptly you hear the loud clamouring again and your brain finally connects the sound to the cause and you realize that someone is loudly banging on your front door. 

Your feet carry you gracelessly to the door as you still feel half asleep. When you slide the door open and look out, a brown uniformed delivery driver does a double take and then apologizes for disturbing you. 

You sign for the package and then close the door and only once you return to the table do you realize that you completed that entire transaction in your tiny, translucent white silk nightie.

You mull that for a second, sigh, and then decide that you're liable to get packages delivered to your address with more alacrity now. You don't even get a chance to laugh at your little joke before you step on a sharp piece of broken coffee cup and shriek loudly.

The package is flung from your hand as you hop on one foot and try to land on the chair a few feet away. You don't quite make the comfortable chair and crash to the ground buttocks first.

On top of two more jagged shards of coffee cup.

The neighbours down the block hear you shriek when it happens.

You manage to dig the sharp piece out of your foot and the large piece out of your thigh, but the piece lodged in your buttock eludes you. It's lodged deep in your skin and it hurts to pluck at it. 

After about twenty minutes with a pair of tweezers and a mirror you finally give up and accept that you may need help getting this sliver of ceramic out of your behind. You contemplate going to the hospital and groan, because the last thing you need is another hospital bill. 

You're about to give up in frustration when you realize that your husband doesn't work that far away and you could call him for help. 

You limp quickly to the bedroom and dig your cell phone out of your purse and make a pleading call. He listens to you, laughs pretty hard and then tells you he'll come home from lunch and help you out.

You thank him and then he hangs up. 

You groan, limp back to the kitchen and proceed to clean up the shattered pieces of coffee cup before you do any more damage to yourself. Once the floor is cleaned up, you sit down gingerly on one of the chairs. You try to balance on one cheek and squirm around a little but finally give up and then stand up again.

It's interesting that you've done more damage to yourself with a coffee cup in a few seconds than Padraic did to you last night. He didn't even leave one welt on you.

You know why that is. He has no interest in leaving you with any marks that you would find hard to explain to your husband. You appreciate that and feel sad about it at the same time. An experience that intense should have some kind of aftermath you could at least savour a little.

You mull that as you start tidying up your home. There are toys to be picked up and some dishes to wash and a couple of loads of laundry to take care of. You spy the package over in the corner of the kitchen where it landed after you flung it away.

You pick it up cautiously, afraid that you may have broken whatever it was. It doesn't rattle or clink when you do so, which is a good sign. The label on the package addresses itself to your husband, and you feel relieved that it clearly isn't fragile. You place it on the counter where he'll obviously see it.

Idly, you wonder what it is. Neither of you get a lot of packages.

You stand there numbly for a few minutes and then drag yourself out of this odd little fugue state you've drifted into. You don't feel sick or off or upset, you actually feel great. You feel sated for the first time in... well... forever really. And that, coupled with a severe lack of sleep, seems to be throwing you off. 

What exactly are you supposed to do the day after you got *exactly* what you were looking for? You half want to tear off your clothes and dance on the table. The other half of you wants to crawl back into bed and sleep for the rest of the day.

He took you right to your limit. Exactly like he said he would. And when you'd gone as far as you could handle he let you dangle for a while and then reeled you back in.

You can't sleep, and you're too tired to dance on the table, so you wander back to your bedroom and go directly to your dresser. You slip you undergarments aside and pull out the velvet bag you slipped in the drawer last night. You loosen the drawstrings and slip the soft strip of leather out of the plush little container and hold it in your hand.

The collar is soft and worn and cool in your hand. You slide it between your fingers and the little silver tag jingles quietly. 

This is Tuesday's collar.

And once a week, for three or four hours at a time, you get to be Tuesday.

You slip it around your neck and slip the buckle in place. It fits well, like it was made for you.

Or maybe you were made for it.

Whatever, it feels right. 

You edge backwards until you feel the bed against your calves and thighs and you sit gently down. Your heart rate picks up a bit as you run your fingers over the little silver nameplate and the little scrap of metal clinks in response. 

It wasn't a dream or a fantasy or something you imagined. You found a man that could and would smash through your façade of normal, everyday completely average housewife and he pulled your true self out. You were laid naked and exposed in front of him physically and mentally and then he did things to you.

Oh... the things he did to you. 

You want to lie back in the bed and pleasure yourself as you remember last night, but it's not allowed. 

And you're happy about that. He controls when you feel pleasure and as far as you are concerned, that is how it should be.

Seven days seems like a long time to wait to see him again, to be Tuesday again.

But it feels like you waited your whole life for last night, so you can wait a measly week to be with him again.

You could probably wear it all day; it would calm you and chase away any lingering doubts. But it would raise questions that you don't have answers for.

Reluctantly, you slip the latch and slide it off your neck. It's stowed safely in the velvet bag and back in your underwear drawer moments later. 

You slip the drawer shut quietly. 

Seven days seems like a long time, but he was right. The collar helps you focus and let's you stay on control. It keeps you from flitting around desperately and let's you be here now. It let's you focus on being Arianna. 

You take a deep breath; hold it for a moment and then exhale. 

Tuesday will have to wait. You need to be Arianna now.

Your husband slips home at lunch like he promised and you greet him with a peck on the cheek and a grateful smile. He follows you into the bedroom with a pair of tweezers and a band aid. You play a quick game of medic and patient, which consists of him carefully digging into the little hole in your skin with the tweezers and then extracting a surprisingly large shard of ceramic while you yowl into the pillow.

'Oh WOW that hurt.' You groan into the pillow.

'Sorry sweetie. I tried to be gentle!' He apologizes to you sincerely.

'It's fine baby, thank you for taking care of that.' You roll over onto your side, willingly giving him a glimpse of your body. 

You'd worked all morning in your nightie and didn't see any reason to take it off or to put on underwear that you'd leave a bloodstain in. As a result, you lay there next to your husband naked from the waist down in short nightie. 

He smiles at you. You smile back. He really is an adorable guy.

His fingers pluck out the band aid from the paper sheath and he carefully applies it to your skin. You get a flush of goose bumps as he touches you in this quasi intimate manner. His hand stays on your behind and caresses you for a moment. 

You look up at him with a cocked eyebrow, and he gives you the 'look'.

Instantly, the rules spring to mind. Your husband is to be served, whenever he wants you. That isn't really a problem, or at least it's less of a problem than it was before. After last night you no longer feel like you're in heat, and you're pretty sure you can deal with any need of his without having to break the other rule.

'Hey sailor.' You tease him.

'Hey wife. Do you think we could...?'

You just sit up and slip the nightgown over your head and lay it on the pillow. You turn your head and look at him coyly. 

He smiles and starts to undress as quickly as he can. His slacks and shirt are cast off and within a few minutes he's on top of you and kissing your lips and neck. He's already erect, and you help him slip out of his underwear and inside you.

He's quick and needy and while it's pleasant, you're in no danger of breaking any rule. 

And as he lies on top of you and pants and gasps, you just kiss him gently on the lips. It doesn't matter that he's not a sexual machine or a sadistic bastard. He loves you and he married you and you're glad to just make him happy.

Also, it's much easier now that you don't feel like part of you is missing.

You cuddle for a few minutes, and it's nice to hold him against you. But he quickly gives you a thank you kiss and then slides off of you.

It's a little disappointing but you can't blame him. He did come home to pull a piece of coffee cup out of your ass. You rewarded him with quick sex and now he has to get back to work.

You lie on your side and watch him pull his clothes back on and sigh. If only he had a cruel streak, if only he could do some of the things that Padraic does to you and for you. 

If only you could sprout wings and fly. 

Life doesn't work this way, you think to yourself, nobody gets everything they want. You got a loyal, hardworking and faithful husband. That should be enough for everyone. 

It will be enough for you.

Well, it will be except for four hours every week.

You hug the pillow you were laying on and try to look cute or sexy for your husband. He looks at you and grins, then leans over to give you a kiss goodbye.

'Love you sweetie.' He says and gives you a gentle peck on the cheek.

'Love you too Hubbs!' You reply honestly. 'I'll see you at five?'

He assures you that he'll be home on time, and then he starts to hop towards the doorway. You chuckle at him as he tries to get back to work and put his pants back on at the same time. He's almost out the doorway when you remember the package in the kitchen that set off this little rendezvous.

'Oh great! That'll be the itinerary for the conference.' He says casually.

'What conference?'

'Oh, everyone in the department needs to certify on project management and on conflict resolution. I'm going to have to go to Chicago for a week at the end of the month.' 

'A week?!' You exclaim.

'Hey! I don't like it either! But we all have to certify!' 

You mull that around in your head. A week is a long time to be alone.

Except that if you have seven days alone, that might be enough time... for marks to fade.

Your husband offers to see if he can get out of it, and before you can think about it you're telling him to not bother. It's for work, he has to be a team player and you don't want him to get in trouble.

Also.... Marks.

He grins and promises you a present and swears that he'll call every night. It's reassuring to you that he does that. You want him comfortable when he's away, so that you can go and play an especially violent game with Padraic while he's gone.

He disappears out the doorway and you hear him close the kitchen door behind him. A moment later you hear the car engine start up and he's headed back to the office so that he can support his family. And you're left naked on the bed, planning a perverted evening with another man.

You sigh and roll over on your back. 

Maybe Padraic has another collar you can wear when you feel guilty.

The rest of the week flies by quickly. Work is completed, chores are done and you finish of a large side project for a contract and retain your title as queen bargain hunter of the universe by making a couple of deals via the internet for some home furnishings and some clothes. 

Your husband's needs are easily met and dealt with simply by usage of your two secret weapons, the quickie and acting. It feels a little wrong to let your husband think he's satisfying you when he's not, but you feel that you've tested Padraic's patience enough already. 

And as you think about Padraic, you're reminded of one last thing that you need to attend to before you see him again. 

That Monday night you slip into the shower before bedtime and take the shaving gel and a new razor with you. It only takes a few minutes for you to completely remove any and all hair on your pubic mound, but you're fastidious and careful when you do so. You don't want any errant hairs for Padraic to find. You don't know what would happen, but you want him to be happy with Tuesday.

Your plan almost backfires as you wander back into the bedroom and prep for bed. Your husband spies your freshly shorn sex and he instantly shifts from sleepy husband to horny male. His kisses are passionate and wet and he's aggressive as he couples with you. He's generally not like this, and even his little growls are out of character for him.

You're starting to feel your passion build as he's thrusting into you. Your now naked sex is working against you as you can feel him far more intensely than you normally can. It's hard to stop it from going further, and he makes it worse as he starts to whisper in your ear.

'C'mon baby! I want to hear you!'

You're normally nearly silent during sex, so his request is out of character and a little maddening. He's normally very vanilla in bed so a request for you to come and come loudly it a little more dominant that you're used to and it also starts putting you into more a Tuesday mindset where you think less and obey more.

But it isn't Tuesday, it's Monday night and you're Arianna right now. And Arianna only gets to pleasure her husband; she doesn't get to enjoy it. 

So you wrap your arms around his head and pull him to you. You let squeals of pleasure, only half faked drift from your throat and you buck against him and squeeze him tight inside you to get him to release. He finally does after a few of the most intense sexual moments you've had with him in a quite a while. You lay there, impaled by him hold him to you as he crushes your little body to his chest while he gasps for air.

His lips drift to your ear and he whispers to you and kisses you gently. You feel his warmth inside you and you feel slick and wet and on the verge of satisfied. Not overwhelmed or overpowered or dominated, but satisfied.

This troubles you. You go to Padraic because he can do the things for you that your husband can't. What if he can? You don't think he'll ever be able to tie you up and savagely take from you the way that Padraic can, but maybe he can get a little rougher or more aggressive in bed. Maybe he can start telling you the little things you want to hear, how to dress, what to say and do.

You lean up and kiss him back.

'Thank you.' You whisper into his ear. 'That was nice.'

'Sorry Ari. I'm not... I just... you looked really good and I had to have you. I didn't mean to be rough.'

You look up at him for a moment, perplexed. Does he not see how much you like it when he's even mildly aggressive with you?

You sigh, and then kiss him gently. He's still a good man and a better husband and he takes good care of you. And if there's one thing you're not getting from him that you need, you're not going to blame him for that. You'll just take care of it.

Still, you feel restless after your somewhat aggressive coupling and sleep eludes you. You toss and turn and listen to your hubby softly snore into his pillow with a contented smile still on his face.

Eventually, you can't take it any more. You slip out of the bed naked and pad to the dresser. You slide the drawer open quietly and pull the little collar from the velvet bag.

It slips around your throat so easily now. It just feels so right.

You sit in a chair in the bedroom and watch your husband for a moment. You'd give anything for your husband to give you a collar like this. You wish you didn't have to hide this dark part of you from him. 

But he doesn't seem to have that in him. 

But you know who does. And tomorrow night you get to see him.

Morning comes and you literally bounce out of bed, eager to begin the day. You slip on a bathrobe and head quietly out to the kitchen. You feel filled with energy and anticipation for tonight and you don't really know how to contain it. So you try to expend some of it by making a nice breakfast for your husband.

Eggs are cracked and scrambled and you couple it with some toast and a few slices of ham you have in the fridge that you crisp up in the pan. You husband emerges from the bedroom like a groggy bear, but he's not able to avoid smiling when he sees the lovely breakfast you've laid out for him.

'Hey, what's this?' He asks with a sleepy grin.

'Nothing major. I just thought after last night you might need some extra... energy today.' You give him a loving smile and bring him the plate and a cup of coffee.

'Wow.' He says quietly. His face clouds a little bit as he sits down.

'Look Ari, I'm... I'm sorry about last night. You're my wife and I don't mean to be rough with you like that. I just...'

You watch him babble and try to apologize for taking you in a way that you really enjoyed. You sigh and decide to give him a modest hint. Your hand slips through the belt on your robe and it slips off your shoulders and you stand before him naked.


Tuesday Ch. 02



"I... It's not what it looks like."

That was my standard answer whenever I was caught with pornography. I know it's dumb and isn't going to fool anyone, but my mind goes blank and it just slips out.

"Really?" said my sister Lori. "Because It looks like you're watching porn Jacob."

"Well, umm." I blushed crimson as I fumbled to close the video player on my computer screen.

"Mum says dinner is ready." she said, before leaving. A moment later she peeked her head back into the door frame. "Hey, you think I could borrow some of that?"

"What?" I asked, confused for a moment. Was she talking about porn?

"You know, pornography. I've never watched it before. Feel like I'm missing out."

I felt a little panicked being asked about something like that by my older sister, or half-sister at any rate. You see, I'm not very good with women. Or people for that matter. I suffer from social anxiety. I reflexively had to take the heat off myself.

"Um, Dad has some in his closet if you want." My ears felt like they were going to burn off.

"David watches porn?" she seemed fascinated. "Hmm, well thanks."

She finally left and I breathed easy once more. I needed to get a damn lock on my door. Or just stop watching nudie films when people were around. It was a bit of a problem of mine, I had a lot of sexual energy and no way to release it.

Dinner in the Jansen household was a family affair. Even though we were all adults now, Mum insisted that as long as we lived under her roof we would all eat together and discuss our day. So my sisters Hanna, Lori and I basically had to take turns telling our parents what we got up to. Hanna was banging on about some guy she liked and how she wanted to go to some party on the weekend. That was Hanna, the polar opposite of me. Outgoing and a complete party animal.

"And what about you Jacob, how was class?" asked Dad.

"Pretty good."I told him. "We are working on minimising matrices from the render pipeline."

"You're such a nerd!" said Hanna, rolling her eyes at me while she poked at her food.

"Software engineer." Corrected Lori. I was surprised to hear her sticking up for me. I also noticed her shirt was fairly low cut and I could clearly see massive amounts of cleavage between her large breasts as she leaned over her food. I couldn't help but think about her potentially watching pornography as she played with her chest. It was fairly common for her to wear slightly revealing tops, and I never failed to notice how well endowed she was. But after she caught me watching porn, I found it much harder than usual to resist her physical charms.

"Whatever, He knows he's a nerd." said Hanna with a smile on her face.

I didn't take it personally, Hanna and I actually get along fairly well, we just like to goad each other a bit. Although I suppose I do resent the way she treats me like a younger sibling due to my social inexperience, despite being a year older than her.

It was quite a while before I masturbated like that again after that night, I was terrified of being caught. Occasionally I would quickly jerk one off in the bathroom when I knew I couldn't be caught, but my video watching habits in my room were curbed for a while.

Every Tuesday I go to my friend Paul's house after dinner to play World of Warcraft. Tuesday is raid night and rather than play separately from home, I take my laptop over and we make a night of it as his folks are always out on Tuesdays. One particular Tuesday however, about two and a half months after being caught by Lori, the game servers went down unexpectedly so I decided to go home from Paul's early so I could finish some homework. It was rare, but happened occasionally.

I entered through the back gate this particular Tuesday as I normally would, but then something grabbed my eye as I was passing the dinning room window. The curtains were still open and I could see through the dining/kitchen area of our house into the lounge. On the TV was some woman sucking on a guys dick. I stopped in my tracks to take a closer look. I could see Lori on the couch facing away from me, watching the TV. Lori was watching porn, I couldn't believe it. Then I noticed something else, I recognised the images on the screen. It was from "Horny Teen Toads", a blu-ray in my small physical porn collection that I thought I hid very carefully in a disguised box under my bed. Had Lori gone through my stuff and borrowed it? How long had this been going on?

As I stared at Lori watching my porno I began to notice she was moving her arm. It took a moment of confusion before it dawned on me that she was masturbating. Suddenly my jeans tightened as my cock began to grow and my heart raced. I was actually watching my sister masturbate while watching my porn. Of course I couldn't really see anything and wished I had a better view, but my penis didn't care. It strained for released.

I knew everyone else was out. The only ones home on Tuesday nights would be Lori and Dad, and clearly Dad wasn't home this week or Lori wouldn't be watching porn. I looked around the back yard. It was pretty safe here, behind me was the back fence with a hedge in front of it so nobody would be able to see over. The gate I had just came in was pretty high so nobody would be seeing over. I gave in to my lust and unzipped myself, pulling my cock out into the free air.

I started sliding my hand back and forth over my cock shaft as I watched the porn on the TV and Lori masturbating to it. How I wished I could be a fly on the opposite wall.

I pumped my dick through my fingers with greater and greater intensity as I imagined the woman being nailed on the screen was my half sister Lori and I was the one injecting her with cock. Soon I couldn't withstand it any more and grunted softly as I unleashed my spunk into the bushes in front of me. My semen splattered over the leaves and branches as I tried to catch my breath sucking in the invigoratingly cold fresh air.

Once I had recovered I decided I better not go inside, so I zipped myself back up and stealthily retreated through the gate and back to my car. I spent the remainder of the night listening to my iPod in a McDonald's car park while guiltily fantasising about Lori and Hanna until I finally went home at my regular time. Needless to say my homework didn't get done that night.

I spent the next couple of days wondering if there was anything I could do to see Lori in action again. Determining that there might be, I came up with a plan and started to put it into action on Thursday. I had an early class and was home alone for the afternoon. So I found the video camera that I got for my birthday a couple of years earlier and checked its stats. It had plenty of battery life and storage space for recording. I found some duct tape and ripped off a square, placing it over the LED lights on the small handy cam so you couldn't tell if it was recording. Finally I examined the bookcase next to our TV for a suitable position. I placed the camera in open view between some books and a photo frame. Then I decided to place it on it's side to further avoid suspicion as well as obvious detection of the duct tape, I could easily rotate the footage 90 degrees during playback. Now to play the waiting game.

I spend the next few days and the weekend worrying that someone would find my camera's placement strange and start asking questions, but they didn't. Tuesday came and it was still sitting in it's place. When I got home from class on Tuesday I was the first one home, so I checked the camera and turned it on. Then I pressed record and gently placed it back in place. I sat on the couch and looked at it. There was no way to tell it was turned on, excellent. Soon everyone else was home and we had dinner. After dinner I left for Paul's place as usual.

While I hoped to catch something on camera I didn't think it was very likely. It was most likely a one off event for Lori as Dad is usually home on Tuesday nights. I just had to hope Dad would be out again, giving Lori the chance to do her thing.

I got home at 11pm like usual and everyone was in bed except for Hanna whom got home later than me. But that was fine, she'd go straight to bed as I never saw her on a Tuesday night. So I stopped the camera recording and took the memory card into my room. I copied the video onto my PC, erased the card and returned it to the camera, ready to go again if required.

Once I was back in my room I made sure my speakers were turned off and loaded up the video. It took a moment to load as it was a very large file with over 5 hours of recorded footage. Luckily I had splurged on the highest capacity SD card that I could get. When the video loaded I was greeted by a close up of myself adjusting the camera's placement, I then sat on the couch and looked directly at the camera for a while before leaving.

I hit fast forward a couple of times to play the video back at 32x speed. There was a bit of a gap where nothing happened, then people started walking past in super speed. I watched the time stamp rise until 7:30 hit and everyone would have been leaving for their various activities. I watched carefully as Lori and David zipped across the screen a couple of times. Then Lori appeared on the couch so I quickly pressed play to resume playback at regular speed.

For a little while I couldn't tell what she was watching, it could have been the nightly news for all I knew. I didn't have any sound because I didn't want anyone to hear. I considered my headphones but I wanted to hear clearly if anybody approached my room. I was still a little cautious about being caught. Especially watching something like this, I would die if caught watching this.

Soon I got my confirmation. Lori reached into her pyjama pants and started rubbing herself under the fabric. No way, I couldn't believe my eyes. Two weeks in a row? Where was Dad going every Tuesday, he didn't have anything on as far as I knew. My shaft stiffened in my pants very quickly as I watched my sister diddle herself. Then suddenly my questions were answered as Dad walked into frame and sat on the couch across from Lori. Lori immediately stopped playing with herself and disappointment swept over me. I guess she wasn't watching porn after all, just having a diddle while nobody was looking.

I grabbed my headphones and plugged them into my PC just to be sure. I held one ear piece up to my right ear so I could hear. I heard groans. Followed by slapping sounds, then someone yelling "Give it to me, harder, harder!". They were watching pornography! Both of them! No way, I couldn't believe it. My sister was watching porno with our dad. I looked closer and then I noticed the bulge in dad's jeans. He had a hard-on. This was a major discovery.

I watched the remainder of the video and nothing much else happened. Lori didn't resume her masturbating. When they got up and left the couch I turned the video off and went to bed. But my cock was so hard at the thought of Lori watching porn with our father than I had to quickly rub one out so I could relax. I blew my load into a Kleenex before going to sleep. The next morning I quickly edited the video so only the relevant parts remained and compressed it to save space before moving it to my hidden external hard drive that contained all my computer porn videos. I couldn't wait to see if last nights activities continued the next week. As you've probably guessed, they did. 

Interacting with my dad and half sister in the mean time was a little strange. I had to try and hide the raging erection tenting my pants whenever I was around Lori and found myself subconsciously avoiding eye contact with both of them. I hoped neither of them noticed.

I started recording before dinner the following Tuesday and collected the video when I got home from Paul's. This week both Lori and Dad started watching porn, but this time Lori continued masturbating. I was amazed, and yet so incredibly turned on that my balls ached. Despite not seeing any real flesh except for a little of Lori's cleavage, I pumped my fist over my cock and got myself off like never before. Seeing my sisters hand down her pants was a major turn on, and having my father right next to her didn't dampen it at all.

This became my new Tuesday routine. I'd come home and watch my sister masturbate while watching porn with my dad. I'd also re-watch it a couple of times during the week in between new videos.

I even started using my headphones as I watched the videos so I could hear what they talked about as well as the sex sounds coming from the TV. It all added to the experience and made for the most intense masturbation sessions ever.

On the fifth week of recordings something changed. A little ways into their porn session, Dad pulled his cock out and started wanking in full view of Lori. I couldn't believe my eyes. Neither could Lori it seems as her eyes almost popped out of her head. In no time at all they were both without pants and jerking off while watching each other. Unbeknown to them I was jacking myself right along side them, although delayed a few hours.

I was completely engrossed in the video, listening to the moaning from the TV in my headphones while watching my dad and half sister masturbate together, that I didn't even hear my door open, exactly what I'd been afraid of before getting so engrossed in the weekly lounge room activities.

"Oh my god!" cried Hanna. I jumped in my seat and felt like my heart was going to give out. I'm prone to anxiety as I'm sure I've mentioned, and although I've only had one full fledged panic attack in my life, this was the closest I've ever come to a second.

I couldn't pull my pants up and stop the video simultaneously, so I chose my own dignity. Possibly the wrong choice at the time. As fast as my hands could move I was stuffing my rapidly shrinking cock back into my underwear and pulling my pants back up. Then I fumbled for the computer mouse to stop the video. Too late, my secret was out.

"Is that Dad and Lori?" asked Hanna. In a much quieter voice that I was thankful for. The last thing I needed was anybody else coming to investigate, especially Dad or Lori.

I could feel that my face was beat red and I couldn't process the words I was trying to say.

"Ahh, I... It's not what it looks like." Dammit, why do I always say the exact same thing?

Hanna was staring at the now blank screen with wide eyes, completely entranced and dumbfounded.

"It's looks like you were jacking off to a video of Lori and Dad doing the same thing..." she said. "Is it true? Do they jack off together?"

I tried to calm myself, collecting my thoughts and taking deep breaths before I responded. "Ny... Yes." Good one Jacob, real smooth.

"Holy crap. That's amazing. Can I watch too?" Hanna whispered.

I was so flustered I couldn't even respond. She decided to reassure me.

"Hey, It's ok. I'll look after ya. I won't tell anyone." she said. That just made me angry. I could look after myself dammit, I didn't need my younger sister to do it for me. "So, how did this come about?" she asked, gesturing to the computer monitor.

I explained everything to her. Well I left out how I masturbated outside and so on, but everything else I told her about. I also begged her not to tell anyone and she agreed.

"Can I watch some with you bro?" she asked after I'd laid out the whole story for her.

A part of me wanted to say yes, but the pounding in my chest wanted me to say no, or more specifically to run away, but that wasn't going to solve anything.

"Ahh, I dunno." Is all I could say.

"Maybe another time. I'll let you think on it." Relief washed over me. "I'll let you finish, or whatever. Hey, you should check out a website called Literotica. It's full of naughty stories."

"Ahh, maybe." I stammered.

"Been nice talking with ya Jacob. Didn't know you were into this kind of stuff. See you tomorrow." she said, then she left me dumbfounded and confused at how well she took the news that our family members were messing around with each other.

Over the next week I focused on calming myself down from my encounter with Hanna. Despite my fears everything was normal at home and it was clear she kept her promise and didn't tell anyone. After a couple of days when I was feeling more at ease about the whole thing, I decided to check out the website Hanna had mentioned. I explored the main pages a bit and scanned through the different genres they had stories on. That's when I came across the Incest/Taboo section. Something about it resonated with me and I just had to click on it. Soon I was scanning through pages and pages of incest stories, getting a raging hard on just from reading the descriptions.

Over the rest of the week I read many stories on the site including "Sister Sucks Sleeping Sibling" by Brodosist which easily became one of my favourite stories. It wasn't long before I was imagining both Lori and Hanna playing the female parts in that story with myself the lucky recipient of said sucking. My lust for my sisters grew steadily and my resistance to it eroded away like a river eating its way into rock. I was obsessed with Literotica and with my sisters.

The following Tuesday arrived in what felt like record time and I started recording as usual, I almost skipped it after being caught the week before, but Literotica had me too worked up to ignore what was happening in my own home. I couldn't concentrate during the raid at Paul's place, all I could think about was Lori and Hanna. I died many times in the game and was punished for my poor performance by the other players by not getting my share of the loot this week.

Finally it was time to go home and collect my video bounty, the only loot I cared about any more. I was anxious to watch it, but also worried about Hanna coming in when she came home. A part of me wanted that to happen, but alas, I waited for her to come home and go to bed before I loaded up the video. Fortunately she didn't do that.

Instead, Hanna came directly to my room and this time knocked on the door.

"Come in." I called.

"Oh good, you're up." she said when she saw me at the computer just browsing Facebook and wasting time. "Did you record another video tonight?"

"Yeah." I replied. I was feeling a lot calmer this time.

Hanna plastered a big grin across her face. "Want to watch it together?"

Every fiber of my being wanted to say yes. But something in me still resisted, sometimes I hated being me. Why couldn't I be as outgoing as others?

"Hey, don't be ashamed of spying on Lori. I'll tell you a secret. I used to spy on Dad a lot. He used to masturbate in the guest shower at night. I'd be on the computer reading stories when he did so I'd hide and then sneak over and watch by cracking the door a little." I have to admit that her admission turned me on a bit and my cock started to grow despite my nervousness.

She continued, "How about if you let me watch the video with you, I'll go topless."

"Bullshit." I said.

"I'm serious." she insisted.

I called her bluff. "Ok, deal."

My younger sister was wearing her basketball uniform, as that was were she had just been, she had basketball training every Tuesday. She is 6 feet tall with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes while also slim and athletic. All traits from my fathers side. While I seemed to get most of my traits from our mother. Brown hair and darker hazel eyes, skinny but not athletic or muscular. Although I was still slightly taller than Hanna at 6'1".

I didn't truly expect Hanna to go through with her offer, but before I could back down on calling what I thought was a bluff, Hanna was lifting her number 7 basketball jersey over her head and revealing her bra to me. Me eyes widened involuntarily and I was stunned, remaining completely silent as she reached back and unsnapped her bra. It fell to the floor next to her Jersey, and just like that my sister was topless before me.




Tuesday Ch. 02



My cock strained against my jeans as my eyes feasted on my 18 year old sisters tits for the first time. They were bigger than I thought, probably C cup. But I'm no expert on bra sizes. Her areola were very pink and small, yet her nipples were paradoxically quite the opposite. They were massive and stuck out from her rack with diamond like hardness.

"Didn't think I'd follow through did you? Well I've fulfilled my end of the deal, lets watch that video." she demanded as she sat down on the edge of my bed where she could see the computer monitor.

I couldn't argue with that, nor did I want to. So I loaded up the video and started playing.

We fast forwarded through the boring stuff, with people zipping past the camera. Then Lori appeared on the couch and I hit play. She was already bottomless, with her neatly trimmed bush fully on display to the camera and her siblings. Dad soon followed suite, sitting down at the couch with his massive dick pointing straight out from his crotch.

Hanna gasped. "I can't believe he's so blatantly got it out in front of her!"

We watched in fascination as Dad and Lori jerked themselves off. I alternated watching Lori's pussy and trying to steal glances at Hanna's tits. They hung from her chest, swaying slightly as she leaned forward to get closer to the screen.

My cock ached as I watched my two sisters, both half naked. One the top half, the other the bottom. Together they made one incestuously hot naked woman in front of me. Hanna caught me glancing at her tits, trying to hide my actions. She reacted by lifting her breasts in her hands and rubbing them together.

"Take a good look. They'll have to last you until next week."

And then Lori stepped it up a notch and removed her top, as did our Dad. Her tits were bigger than Hanna's that's for sure. Although I preferred my sister's cans to my half sister's. Then the fun finished way too soon. Dad blew his load all over his stomach and Lori jerked around in pleasure with her fingers buried in her snatch. Soon they walked off camera, leaving Hanna and myself alone in my room with her tits hanging out.

"Well... that was fun." I said, awkwardly.

"Definitely, same time next week?"

I agreed and she put her jersey back on, no bra this time. She carried her bra in her hand as she left my room. I quickly jerked myself off to relieve the tension and called it a night.

By the time the next Tuesday came around I was really excited, with almost no anxiety remaining. I was much more comfortable with Hanna in a sexual context, we even shared a few dirty quips during the week.

Tuesday night rolled around and I had the video ready to go when Hanna got home from basketball. She came straight to my room and let herself in silently. Immediately she pulled her jersey off and released her tits into the cool air. Then she surprised me and dropped her shorts and panties also. Her pubic region was completely shaved, giving me an unobstructed view of her small clitoris poking out from between her pussy lips.

"Woah." I said as I stared at my younger sister's pussy, stunned.

"I hope you don't mind. It'll be hard to masturbate with my shorts on." she said.

She was definitely brazen, but I went with it. I was feeling much looser. I started the video and soon we were watching Lori and Dad jerk themselves off completely nude. Hanna had her fingers at her pussy immediately.

"Are you going to join me?" she asked, glancing down at the clear bulge in my pants.

I hesitated for a moment. But we'd come this far, so I stood up and pulled my own pants down, releasing my raging cock into freedom.

Hanna looked impressed that I did as she suggested. "Nice dick bro." she commented while her eyes locked on my stiff member.

"Thanks." I said. My ego getting a quick boost.

I sat back down and slowly began to move my fist back and forward on my shaft while I watched Hanna slide two fingers in and out of her cunt. We both alternated between watching each other and our father and sister on the computer screen. Right after Dad blew his load, my cock erupted with a force it had never mustered before. My hot cum flew through the air and the first shot splashed squarely into Hanna left breast.

"Oh shit! Sorry!" I said as I continued to spew semen onto the floor and my hand, quickly using it as a shield so I couldn't hit Hanna.

"Oh my god, that's so hot!" she said, clearly struggling to keep her voice low. Then she began to shake and her orgasm arrived making her tense up. She threw her feet forward as she leaned back on the bed and she gripped my thigh between her ankles while her climax swept over her.

"Oh yeah, thanks for that Jacob. Your cum is so warm, it's such a turn on." she told me as she came down from her high. Then she grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped my spunk off her tits.

"Ahh, no problem I guess. Any time." I said, not really knowing what to say, but just trying to be polite as my face went bright red.

"I'll hold you to that." Hanna declared, making my heart skip a beat with excitement. This was escalating quickly! I wondered where this would end, how far would I allow this to go? I knew immediately what the answer was. As far as she was willing to take it.

The next week was agony. I was hot for my sister and couldn't stand waiting any more. I asked her on Thursday whether she had time to masturbate with me but she was busy and said it'd be best if we restricted it to Tuesdays. I was disappointed, but it made sense as she was always pretty busy being the social butterfly that she was. At least at any time where we could have any amount of privacy.

The following Tuesday finally rolled around and Hanna made her way to my room when she arrived home. I was already naked when she arrived and she stripped completely the second she was through the door.

I started up the video and begun fast forwarding to the good stuff, then started thinking about how I should have done that before Hanna arrived to save time.

"So, have you been as horny as me this past week?" she asked me, as people zipped back and forth across the screen.

"More than you could believe! If it wasn't for that website you told me about I don't know how I would have managed."

Lori and Dad arrived on the couch naked and I hit play.

"Yeah? Me too, I should get my own computer, or at least an iPad or something so I can read stories in my bedroom. It's hard finding private time on the other computer."

I made a mental note to ask Paul about his old iPad he wanted to get rid of. It would make a great birthday present for Hanna. He was willing to offload it cheap, but I never considered buying it for myself as it was the first model and I'd want something faster. But it would be perfect for my sister if she just wanted to read sex stories.

Hanna had spread her legs on my bed and was rubbing her clit slowly and methodically as Lori did the same on screen. I gripped my big cock and copied my father on screen as he pumped his.

"So what kind of stories have you read?" Hanna asked as we got comfortable watching the show our father and sister were putting on while we masturbated.

I stammered over my words as I tried to think of what I should say, I didn't want to tell her I'd been reading about brothers and sisters. "Ahh, just general stuff you know."

"Ah-huh." she said, she knew I was hiding something. "I stick to the incest section. I love reading about girls fucking their dad's and stuff." Luckily for me, she had no such inhibitions.

"Really? You think about that kind of thing? It doesn't bother you or seem wrong?"

"Naah, I gave into the desire a long time ago. I told you I've been perving on Dad right? That's what got me into it. I started fantasising about him after I saw him in the shower one night by accident."

"Have you even imagined... you know? With Dad?" I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Fucking him? All the time."

I couldn't think of anything to say to that. She was so open about it, it kind of scared me.

"So what kind of stories do you read?" she asked again. She had been trying to get me to relax and tell her specifics I realised.

"Ahh, well, I've been reading the incest ones too." I admitted. "But mostly brother and sister stuff." My heart leaped into my throat as I said it and regretted saying it simultaneously.

"Yeah? Is that because of me? Do you fantasise about me?" she asked, one hand going to her left breast and squeezing it, tweaking her nipple.

My heart lurched again. I thought I had been pretty relaxed, but that inner turmoil rose back to the surface like a weeble that just won't stay down.

"Yes." I said, my voice catching in my throat.

"What do you fantasise about?"

I cleared my throat. "Your tits mostly. And... other things."

Hanna cracked into a massive smile. "Do I suck your cock in your fantasies?"

"Yeah."

"Tell you what. If you promise again to never tell anyone..." she inched closer to me, dropping to her knees on the ground. My chest tightened and my heart skipped a few beats. "... I'll give you a hand job." she said as I released the breath I didn't realise I was holding while I expected her to say blow job. Then I realised what she'd actually said and sucked it back in again. She slowly removed my own hand from my dick and replaced it with her own. Soon she was jerking it up and down furiously, getting her hand covered in my pre-cum. I resumed breathing at some point.

I barely noticed Dad and Lori getting themselves off and walking out of frame as my younger sister jerked me off. My heart beat with a furious intensity, but just as I thought it might explode, my cock did instead. My semen spewed into the air and came down over Hanna's hand and arm as it slid up and down my shaft. She quietly giggled in delight before letting go of my cock and reaching for the box of Kleenex.

The video was over so that was the end of our Tuesday session. I didn't want it to end, and felt bad I hadn't helped get Hanna off, but she got dressed and let herself out before I could work up the courage to stop her. She promised to return next week and that was that.

The week dragged yet again, the step up in our activities was playing with my mental state like a dog with a chew toy. We had gone further than Dad and Lori on the videos, they'd never touched each other as far as I knew. Had we gone too far? I certainly hoped not as my mind went to places much further, untold places of sisterly pleasure.

When Tuesday arrived I had decided to not hold myself back any more. I wanted to be as open as Hanna was being. That was harder for me, but I felt like I could do it.

When my sister entered my room she immediately stripped naked as I asked her if she won her basketball game.

"Yeah. Cindy almost botched it for us, can you believe she tripped and face planted less than a minute before the buzzer and we were one point down? But I managed to... Hey, what are you doing?" she asked, puzzled as she noticed I wasn't getting undressed. "Didn't you record a video this week?"

"I did." I said as I pressed play on the pre-prepared video. Like clockwork Dad and Lori hadn't missed their scheduled masturbation session, Lori was already pulling her top over her head and letting her melons bounce freely. "You just sit down here and watch." I said, indicating my desk chair.

Hanna looked at me suspiciously but did as I suggested, sitting in the chair where I normally sat. I knelt down in front of her and spread her legs, giving me ample access to her bald pussy. I dove in head first. Terrified, but wanting to repay my sister, I started flicking my tongue over her clit. I had no idea what I was doing, but had watched enough porn to know what to do, just not exactly how to do it. The taste shocked me a little. It was more tangy than I was expecting, but not unpleasant.

"Holy crap, don't stop Jacob." pleaded my little sister as I lifted my head to look at the computer monitor where I could see my oldest sisters tits bouncing as she unknowingly rubbed her pussy on camera.

"Let me know if anything out of the ordinary happens." I said, then I lowered myself back into my little sister's nether region.

I sucked on Hanna's little clitoris and brought my fingers up to insert into her tunnel. She gasped when I did, so I assume I was doing something right. I started finger fucking her as I lapped at her clit with my tongue.

"Oh shit, yeah. Lick your slutty little sisters pussy." said Hanna, almost whispering as she kept her voice low. The bathroom and Hanna's bedroom where between us and Lori's room, but there was no such thing as being too careful.

I got caught up in giving my sister head and really began to enjoy it. I explored her cunt with my tongue and lips. Every time Hanna would react favourably with an unconscious jerk or a small whimper then I knew I'd done something right and would do it some more.

It didn't feel like long until Hanna was digging her fingers into my head and thrusting into my face. Then suddenly she tensed up and shuddered, clearly climaxing. A gush of fluids smeared over my face.

As she came down from her high, I got up off my knees and sat on the edge of the bed. I suddenly noticed my knees where aching from resting on the hard floor, then that nobody was on the computer screen. Lori and Dad had apparently finished and left the lounge. I must have been eating Hanna out longer than I thought.

"Wow, that was nice." commented Hanna.

"Thanks, now we're even." I said.

"Bullshit we are."

Before I could react to that, Hanna pushed me back forcefully on the bed and started clawing at my belt. She quickly had my pants down and soon my underwear joined them. My cock sprang upwards once released and slapped my stomach in recoil leaving a thick string of pre-cum anchored from the head of my cock to just below my belly button.

My heart pounded in my chest like a caged animal as I lay there stunned and watched my naked little sister kneel down in front of the bed and kiss the head of my cock before thrusting her face forward to impale herself on it, painting her nose with the string of pre-cum in the process.

I groaned in pleasure and instinctively placed my hands on the back of my sisters head while trying to thrust my cock further into her mouth, relying on her to stop me if I went too far. I felt myself breach her throat and Hanna made a couple of gargle sounds before settling and then pushing herself further until her chin rested on my balls.

It was the best feeling I'd ever experienced. Obviously with my social issues I'd never received a blowjob before, but it seemed I had hit the jackpot. From my limited experience watching porn, deep throating seemed like a rare thing that few women could or were willing to achieve so I was expecting her to just flick the head with her tongue or something. Yet here I was with my cock lodged deep in my sisters throat. I almost blew my load on the spot.

When my horny slut of a sister came up for air I held my hand out to stop her returning for a moment so I could catch my breath and not blow my load within the first ten seconds of my first blowjob.

"Haha, too much for you?" she asked.

"Jesus, Hanna. Take it easy or this will be the shortest oral sex in history."

She swatted my hand away and resumed her sucking. She went much slower now and not as deep. After a while she began twirling her tongue around my shaft and sucking harder so her cheeks visible retracted over her teeth. I gripped the bedsheets and held on for dear life, using every ounce of will I had to resist dumping a steaming load jizz onto my sisters tongue.

Hanna looked up at me and must have seen the contorted face of resistance I was likely displaying and decided to end things. She thrust herself onto my cock once more, burying my shaft down her throat and gagging herself. Then somehow she started massaging my shaft with the back of her tongue and tickling my balls with her tongue while my member was still lodged to the hilt in her opening.

I felt the heat rising from my balls and pushed my sisters face off me just in time so I wouldn't choke her with my spunk. I exploded in her face. Painting it white as my cum slammed into her nose and mouth from the outside. As she recoiled in surprise at being sprayed in the face, subsequent shots left strands of hot cum across her big tits.

"Fuck." She said before lunging forward and quickly shoving my cock back into my mouth as the remainder of my orgasm played out and I shot a few more rounds onto her tongue.

I was spent and she let my rod slip from her lips, then licked them clean and swallowed what I'd deposited in her mouth.

"I was prepared to swallow you know, but I wasn't expecting to get a facial. I think it went up my nose." She said, clearly not angry at my actions however, as she had a huge grin on her face and started giggling like a school girl.

I grabbed the box of tissues to give to Hanna for cleaning up, but see seemed content to scoop up all my semen in her fingers and lick it off. She blew cum bubbles out of her nose while she did so and when she was done she wiped herself clean with some Kleenex, blew her nose into one and dumped them in the trash.

"Yummy!" she said as she licked her lips one last time, stood and started gathering her clothes. "Thanks for the juice bro. Next week?"

"Absolutely." Is all I could say as my sexy and still very naked sister left my room carrying her basketball uniform in her arms. She certainly had some stones walking around the hallway in the buff like that. I thought about how lucky I was to have such a cool and horny sister.

The next week went slower than I thought possible. Previous weeks went slow as I anticipated the weekly escapades with my sister, but this was something else. I wondered how far this would go, and I couldn't control my dick whenever Hanna or Lori were around. It was permanently hard. Hanna noticed more than once, and occasionally gave my cock a squeeze through my jeans when nobody was looking. I could feel my face go red whenever she did that. I think Lori noticed a few times also, but she didn't make eye contact and politely ignored it, for which I was grateful.

On Saturday morning Hanna needed a lift to her Basketball game as she'd driven to her friends house for once the night before, intending not to drink, then changed her mind and taken a cab home. So I offered to take her, claiming I needed to pickup something from Paul's house and it was very close to the stadium.

"I can't wait to suck some more jizz from your cock." My sister said, as soon as we were in the car and moving. I was glad to hear she wasn't having second thoughts about our activities. "I wonder if Lori is planning to suck Dad off?"

"Jeez, I didn't consider that. I hope so, that'd be hot to watch." I said.

"I could suck you while we watch her suck Dad. That'd be pretty awesome I reckon." I nodded in agreement with her.

We then discussed various incest stories we'd read online. I suggested a couple to her, one that involved a man going back in time and banging his mother, impregnating her with himself and becoming his own father. And she suggested some also, the most memorable being a story where a brother and sister accidentally go on a swingers cruise together, so they hide their relationship to each other and eventually get talked into fucking each other by other people they meet that don't know they're related.

Our relationship fundamentally changed on that short car trip. An unspoken paradigm shift occurred where we went from being horny siblings that were experimenting at night when nobody would hear them, to being good friends that could talk openly about all the things they do in their private time, and fool around with each other of course. I even told her about how I used to try and spy on her getting changed when I was younger, and despite never being successful, still blew a couple of loads thinking about her.




Tuesday Ch. 02



When we arrived at the stadium and I parked the car, Hanna looked at the time and saw we were a little early. She looked around to find nobody nearby and said, "Let me know if anybody is coming." She then proceeded to unzip my pants and pull my dick out.

My heart started thumping once more, Hanna could probably hear it as she dropped her face into my lap and slipped my rapidly hardening dick into her mouth. It was more the fear of being caught this time that had me on edge than the fact I was being blown once more by my younger sister.

In what I assume was an attempt to get me off as soon as possible before people started arriving, Hanna impaled herself all the way down on my cock as far as it would go, smashing my pubic bone into her nose. It worked. I made no effort to last longer this time, there was too much time sensitive pressure. I tried to keep an eye out for other people as my beautiful sister sucked my cock, but it was difficult to stay focused.

It wasn't long at all until my dick erupted and I shot hot semen deep down into my sisters throat, bypassing her need to swallow and sending it straight towards her stomach. I felt wave after wave of cum spew into my younger sister as I looked up and saw numerous other cars pulling into the parking lot.

"Shit." I said as the last of my cum rocketed toward Hanna's stomach. "Everyone's arriving."

My sister pulled herself off my dick and I quickly zipped myself up.

"How's my face?" she asked as she straightened her hair.

I pointed to one of side of her mouth "You have a little jizz there. Otherwise fine."

My younger sister brushed the cum into her mouth and licked her lips clean before getting out of the car.

"Thanks for the lift!" she said, "And the protein." She cracked into another huge grin as she turned away from me and walked away.

I drove home with my head in the clouds. The public nature of the incident had excited me so much that my hard on didn't go down after Hanna had swallowed my load. I had to jerk off when I returned home just to allow my heart rate to start returning to normal. Later that night I snuck into Hanna's room while she was preparing to go to yet another party.

"I think I owe you a favour." I said.

"You don't owe me a thing." She replied. "I enjoyed it."

Regardless I knelt in front of her and lifted the skirt she was trying on for the party. She had no panties on, so I had easy access. I dove in and stuck my tongue straight into her twat. The taste was different this time, sweeter. I wriggled my tongue around inside her until it started to hurt my muscles. Then I gently removed it and collect as much of her nectar as I could, swallowing it down.

"Developed a taste for it have you?" whispered my little sister as I looked behind me to make sure the door was firmly closed. We were being extremely dangerous.

I returned to Hanna's clitoris and started finger fucking her as I flicked it with my tongue. She gasped as quietly as she could as I buried two fingers inside her.

"Mmmm." moaned Hanna as her head rolled back and she stared at the ceiling.

I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her while I tasted her little nub. I enjoyed the experience even more than the first time. I explored every inch of her pussy with my tongue.

Soon Hanna was digging her fingers into my head once more and trying to fuck my face. Then she shuddered and whispered "Don't stop!" as her juices where really flowing.

She finally came down from her climax and had to push my face away from her pussy.

I got up off my knees and reached for a tissue to clean up my face, everything I couldn't reach with my tongue anyway.

"Have a nice night." I said as I left her room, leaving her breathless and panting on the edge of her bed.

Tuesday came and I nearly missed recording our weekly show. My camera battery was dead and I'd forgotten to charge it. I spent a good hour looking for the charger after I got home, I could have sworn I left it in the top drawer of my desk. By the time I found it everyone was home, so I had to wait until dinner time.

"Hey Hanna." I said as I walked into her room and closed the door just before going to dinner.

"Sup? Looking forward to tonight?"

"Yeah. About that though. Can you go and make sure everyone remains in the dinning room for a moment? I forgot the camera battery is flat and I need to plug it into the charger without anyone seeing."

"Oh shit. Dammit Jacob. Ok, I'll stand guard and stop anyone leaving."

I walked behind Hanna as she headed for the dinning room, then waited in the hallway for a moment. She went through the door and then stuck her hand back through and gave me a thumbs up. Good, everyone was in there.

I rushed out into the lounge room holding the charger. I picked up the camera and plugged the cable in then plugged it into the wall. I had to get down behind the TV cabinet and carefully navigate the cord so as to not make any noise or knock anything over. When I got back up I turned on the camera and placed it back in its place.

"Hey Mum, where you going?" I heard Hanna say loudly.

Crap. I quickly tried to move everything back into place and hide the cable coming off the camera as best I could.

"I'm going to get your slow ass brother before his dinner gets cold."

"Wait..." said Hanna and I saw her appear in the doorway to block Mum right as I finished up.

"Sorry I'm late." I said, pushing my way past Hanna. "Don't block the door dammit." I tried to act calm and ordinary.

Mum looked confused at Hanna's actions for a moment. But clearly dismissed her strange behaviour and sat back down for dinner.

Afterwards I headed off for Paul's place as usual. The latest World of Warcraft expansion had just been released so we were eager to dig into it. Normally I would have stayed a lot later due to the new expansion, but not tonight. I had to come up with some excuse to tell Paul about why I had to leave, so I told him I had to pickup Hanna from Basketball practice because she'd lost her license. I couldn't wait to get home.

I grabbed the camera when I arrived home and headed straight for my room. I copied the video to the computer and started skipping through it to find the point when everyone went out. I skipped a little too far and saw my sister Lori lying back on the couch while Dad was licking her pussy.

My cock instant went hard and I nearly shouted out loud. I jumped the video back a bit until there was nobody on screen and paused it. It seemed to take Hanna forever to get home.

I was lying back on the bed naked, slowly stroking my dick when my door opened and Hanna came in. Having removed her top already in the hallway, her big tits were swaying as she walked. My eyes tracked their every movement while my fist moved in time with their sway. I felt my dick get just a little harder with the presence of my naked sister, something I didn't think was possible.

"Ready for some video action?" I asked as she dropped her shorts and revealed her bald snatch.

She nodded in response as she sat next to me on the bed and I leaned over and pressed the space bar to resume the video.

A few moments later Lori appeared on screen, walking backward toward the couch as she removed her clothes. Dad appeared and then pushed Lori backward onto the couch before immediately kneeling in front of her and beginning to eat her out.

Hanna grabbed my arm, "No way, they're doing what we did." Her eyes didn't move off the screen as I looked at her, then looked down at the tits protruding from her body. I reached over and started caressing one of them. That prompted my younger sister to reach for my rod and begin stroking it as I resumed watching my Dad go down on Lori.

It wasn't long before Lori was arching her back and clearly yelling out loud as Dad went to town on her pussy. Good thing the sound was off. As Lori achieved orgasm, Hanna leaned over into my lap and once more engulfed my cock into her warm mouth.

"Oh yeah. Suck my cock you dirty girl." Hanna was happy to comply as I watched Dad get up and start to remove his pants.

What happened on screen next nearly knocked me over, and would have if I wasn't already sitting down. Our Dad descended on his step daughter and slid his hard cock into her pussy, balls deep.

I was frozen for a moment as my cock twitched in Hanna's mouth and she bobbed up and down spreading saliva all over my shaft and letting it gather on my balls. Then my senses returned to me and I softly pulled Hanna's head back up and off my dick so she could look at the screen.

Hanna immediately started sputtering on the saliva and pre-cum mixture that was gathering in her throat as she saw the screen. She lightly coughed some of the mixture up as she tried not to choke in surprise. The expelled fluids clung to her chin for a moment before dropping and landing on her left breast, right over the nipple.

"Oh my god." Exclaimed my sister. "He's actually fucking her! That dirty whore, that is so hot."

"I can't believe it!" I said, finally finding my voice.

Hannah stood up off the bed quite suddenly. "Screw this pussy footing around." She said as she climbed up on the bed and got on her hands and knees, facing the wall. She thrust her ass up into the air and looked back and me.

I alternated looking at my sexy younger sister with her ass in the air, to my older sister and our dad fucking on the monitor, then back again. This was really happening, and I was freezing up.

"Would you like an invitation?" Hannah said.

"I... I'm a virgin." I stammered. Why did I say that? Stupid.

"I know." Is all she said, no judgement in her voice.

I climbed up on my knees behind her and sat back on the heels of my feet for a moment, taking my dick in my hand and gently pumping it as my heart thumped in my chest like a machine gun. My eyes locked on the monitor for a moment and I watched Dad pounding into his daughter as her legs were locked around him. I closed my eyes and slowly counted to three.

One... Two... Three.

My eyes snapped open and my hands were already on Hanna's ass cheeks. I rose up onto my knees and my dick slid along the groove of my younger sisters ass crack, spreading pre-cum like a snail's trail.

I ran my hands forward up my sisters ass and along the wedge of her hips before releasing her and taking hold of my painfully hard dick. I jerked it for a moment spreading my natural lube all over before aiming it at Hanna's pussy slit.

The head of my cock broke her outer lips as I slowly pushed my pelvic toward her ass, feeding my cock into my sister's pussy. I groaned in pleasure as my sister's cunt squeezed my dick in every direction and I fed more and more of my shaft into her. She was quite tight, although I had nothing to compare it too. I squeezed her ass cheeks tightly in my hands and had to stop moving right as I hit bottom, lest I blow my load immediately.

I looked up and watched Dad fucking his daughter on the screen for a moment as I regained my composure. When I felt I'd recovered adequately I reached down, bending over as I slid my hands over my younger sisters dangling tits, then used them as handles as I started to pump into her pussy, withdrawing my cock as far as I could in this position before driving it back in all the way to the hilt, allowing my balls to slap against her clit.

"Oh yeah Jacob. I haven't been fucked in so long."

The smell of sex permeated the air as I started jacking my cock in and out of my sister faster and faster. I built up quite a rhythm and Hanna had trouble holding her head up, collapsing down onto my pillow.

"Oh fuck, bro. Yes, this is better than I imagined. I've been fantasising about this moment since I first walked in on you watching Lori."

"I can't believe I'm having sex with my sister!" My heart was still pounding harder that I could imagine it could.

My orgasm was building as I slammed myself into my sister's body. My balls awakened, ready to release my seed, my hard rod pistoning in and out as Hanna's ass cheeks audibly slapped into my pelvis.

My toes curled and every muscle in my body tensed up reflexively as my dick finally erupted. Hot semen shot into my younger sister.

"Fill me up with cum. Oh yeah." Moaned Hanna.

I pumped load after load of cum into her until it started to squeeze out around my cock shaft and I collapse across my sister's back.

"Jesus, that was intense." I said. "Thank you so much."

"No thank you." She responded. "I needed that. Maybe next time though you'll last as long as Dad does."

I looked up at that and saw Dad was still fucking our sister on the screen. Lori was bent over the couch armrest now as he plugged her doggy style the way I had just done to Hanna. The two of us collapsed into the bed, my cock still embedded in her twat, leaking cum onto the bed sheets. We watched Dad and Lori fuck until they both climaxed. And then it was all over.

I slowly got up and withdrew myself from Hanna. We cleaned up a bit and Hanna gave me a quick kiss.

"Thanks for the fuck. I'm a little annoyed that Dad and Lori beat us to the punch though."

I laughed a little, trust her to turn our incestuous new life into a competition.

"At least it was only by a couple of hours though."

"That's true." she said. "And you know what?" she asked as she came in close to me and grabbed my ass with both hands.

"What?"

"I'm going to fuck Dad. I don't know how, but it's going to happen. Can't let Lori have all the fun." She proclaimed with a look of determination on her face. "And you big bro, should introduce Lori to that big knob of yours. Or maybe even Mum. I'd probably cum on the spot watching you fuck Mum's pussy."

"Jesus Hanna." I said in shock. "You're a dirty slut aren't you?"

"A few weeks ago I would have denied that. But... Maybe you have a point." She laughed as she turned to leave, still completely naked. A single drop of her brother's semen visibly sliding down her leg as she walked out the door.



Tuesday Ch. 02



He gapes at you silently, clearly not expecting that. You put years of dance training to use and balance on one foot as you extend your leg past his nose and then carefully and gently straddle him. You drape an arm around his neck and pull him to you. His lips are soft but his skin is rough with his unshaven beard as you press your own lips against him.

'Don't you dare apologize for last night. Don't. You were great. If you're ever too rough for me, I'll let you know ok?'

You feel him swell beneath you, which is gratifying. You know he's always found you attractive and sexy, but it never hurts to have rock hard throbbing proof of that. You think for a moment that he might finally understand what you like and don't like and desperately, unrelentingly need and you may be able to stop living this strange double life.

'Yes Ma'am!' He says with a grin and a gentle kiss that completely shatters the moment.

You sigh, then kiss him back gently and slip off of him. Him pulling you to him and gripping you firmly you would have understood. If he'd stood up, swept the breakfast off the table and then bent you over the kitchen table and taken you ferociously that would have been better.

There were a million things he could have done there. 

But he chose to just duck his head and say 'Yes Ma'am!' like an excited schoolboy. 

You tousle his hair and then bend over to retrieve the robe that slipped to the floor. It isn't worth getting upset over. You love him, he loves you, you're starting a family and it's good enough. And when it's not good enough... you have Padraic.

Still, as you clean up the dishes and organize the kitchen, you wish time would flow a little faster.

It doesn't.

The thing about time though, is that no matter whether you perceive it as fast or slow, it inexorably marches forward. 

So the day flows by you and the afternoon and then the evening arrive. Your husband comes home from work and you have dinner and talk a little. He's tired from a pretty demanding day so you make sure he feels appreciated. He's a little snappy about things, which is kind of par for the course, so you let it roll off your back.

You know he doesn't mean to be curt with you. He works hard. Money is tight for you both and it stresses him. 

Still, you do what you can to relax him, and you make him a nice dinner and make him a drink. 

He actually nods off in the living room on the couch while he's fooling around with a video game. You let him stay there for a while and then you finally rouse him and coax him into the bedroom. He groggily slips off his clothing and you sit in your chair and admire his lean, lithe frame as he slides into his night time boxers. 

You know he's exhausted when he doesn't even attempt to get sex from you. He just slides the covers up and plants his head on the pillow. You wander over to the bed to give him a good night kiss and realize that he's already started to doze off. 

You hover for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He came home and was so grumpy you didn't even get a chance to tell him you were going to the 'gym' tonight. 

Still, this isn't a big deal. You can leave him a note telling him where you went. You've done this before. He should be fine.

It just feels odd tonight. Every other time you left for the evening he says good night and tells you to be careful and call if you'll be late. 

You miss the ritual. It feels important. 

You don't want to wake him to allay your odd feelings however, so you let him sleep and leave him a brief note where he can see it letting him know where you are and telling him that you'll probably catch a late show again.

Then you grab your bag and slip into your exercise clothes and get ready to head out the door. You contemplate wearing the collar to the gym, but you decide against it. 

You're still on Arianna time. Tuesday's shift doesn't start until later.

You head out to the gym and decide to keep the pace low. You're not as frantic with need as you have been the other times. 

The bike is easy to ride and you do a little time on the elliptical and the treadmill.

But you aren't kidding yourself. You're counting down the minutes until you can leave and head to the Darkside.

You stare at the clock, willing the hands to move faster. Your feet move inexorably forward on the treadmill as you force yourself to keep working. For some reason you don't want to be early. You dread being late, but you don't want to appear too eager, you just don't know why.

Finally, you outlast the clock and you head for the change room, towel tossed over your shoulder. You slip out of your work out clothes and head directly for the shower. How water blasts perspiration from your skin and you luxuriate in the water for a moment.

You got here early this time. You showered and changed early this time. You slip into a bathroom stall with a portable kit and clean out your bowels much earlier than last time. He didn't tell you to do that, but you'd rather be prepared than surprised.

You're ready. You slip into yoga pants that flatter your legs and a little tank top and some flats and then tie your hair back simply. He's never told you how he likes your hair, but he does seem to like it long, seemingly for no other reason than to grab it and control you with it.

And then as a last touch, you slip the little leather collar out of the velvet bag and carefully slide it around your neck. The leather seems warm and the latch clicks shut quietly as you put his token to you around your throat.

You look into the mirror as you prepare to go, and you stop and look at yourself.

Your eyes don't look hungry or haunted any more, you seem content, filled with purpose. The collar is snug to your skin and the little nameplate hangs coolly in place. It fits you like you were made for it. 

And maybe you were made for it. 

You head out the door of the room with your bag slung over your shoulder. It's time now.

Unlike last week, traffic doesn't fight you. The lights are all green and it's smooth driving. You get to the Darkside with almost ten minutes to spare, and you sit there, unsure what to do next. You can partially inside the window, and Padraic is calmly standing behind the bar working on something with a pen.

You look in the mirror on your car. You look good. But... you want to look sexy for him. You scramble through your purse and find a tube of balm and run it over your lips quickly. 

You smack them together and feel pleased at the glossy look you just achieved. You don't wear a lot of makeup, but this look is nice.

The clock in the dashboard flashes to 10:55 and you're reminded that being late is very bad and will have consequences. You slip out of the car, swiftly cross the empty street and stride through the door. 

You pause after you enter. Padraic keeps writing and doesn't look up.

You wait. You glance over at the clock above his head on the bar advertising an obscure brand of craft beer. The minute hand clicks quietly, and the hour becomes eleven.

And just like that, your name is no longer Arianna. You're Tuesday now. Your owner stands behind the bar deliberately ignoring you as he tabulates some figures. 

He knows you're there. Little slips past him whenever you are around. The door isn't silent and this is his quiet night and he probably knew you were here when you were sitting in the car putting on lip balm for him.

So you wait. You would have been hurt or offended by this previously. Now it just arouses you. It's part of the game. 

You don't know all the rules yet, or understand how to play it, or even know if it's possible to win. But you really like this game. 

'On time tonight I see. That's a good sign.' He says finally without looking up.

'Yes sir.' You answer calmly.

'How was your week?'

'It was nice sir. Your gift made things easier. Like you said it would.' 

He looks up at you with his analytical gaze. His glasses drift down his nose and he looks at you intently. 

You shiver. He gives you these hard looks sometimes. It's like he's trying to see the real you, see what drives you to come to him again and again. It's like he can see that part of you that craves shame and fear and pain and submission in as intense a dose as you can get. 

How does he see it? How does he understand you so well?

'No rules broken? And you're properly groomed now?' 

You shiver when he says groomed. The way he says it, it sounds like he's referring to an animal. As if he was speaking about a dog or a sheep that needed shearing.

You like that little shiver. It crawls up your spine and curls around your brain and it whispers in your ear that 'playtime has begun.' 

'Yes sir, as you instructed I have... groomed myself to your liking. And no, I did not break any of your rules. I was a good girl.'

You stammer that last part a little bit. It still feels odd to call yourself girl. That feels like his word to use, not yours.

'Well then, why don't you head into the back and change into something more appropriate for our time together. Do place your clothes in the box along with your phone and lock it up tight. I will be with you momentarily.' 

And he looks down at his sheet of paper and you are dismissed.

'Playtime.' The little shiver whispers in your brain again.

You walk quietly to the back room and open the door back to the storage and play area. The various large pieces of equipment are all scattered about, but some are in different spots and a few things are there that you don't recognize. There's a large black box that looks like a coffin with some air holes. A new thick and intimidating set of stocks stands next to it. 

This is a level of play you haven't seen or tried yet, but you have a feeling it's coming. They should scare you, but they don't. You get an entirely different sensation when you look at them, more impatient than terrified.

The table from last time is in the center of the room, along with a couple of metal folding chairs and the big metal box in the center of the table.

And some clothes are laying there waiting for you.

You sort them out, and then you realize that clothing might be an exaggeration. These are more like decorations, accoutrements for your body, to highlight your sexuality and to make you look even more submissive. 

You like them. 

There's a thick leather collar with heavy D-rings attached to it. A slim leather corset designed to cover your stomach and little else sits next to it. A pair of shoes in your size with impossibly high heels and silk laces that need to be tied to your feet sits next to the corset and collar. And finally, a pair of new, black, thigh high nylons sits next to them.

You scan the table quickly, and note that there is no bra and no underwear, not even a thong. It should distress you, but this is technically more clothing than you had last week. 

You slip out of your comfortable yoga pants and the cute body hugging shirt and then your underwear. And for a few moments you stand naked in the back of a bar in the middle of a huge amount of equipment that most likely has not seen regular use since the inquisition calmly folding your clothing so that you can easily store it in a metal box. 

It doesn't feel odd. It feels chilly. Padraic apparently has the heat turned down back here. Your nipples pop up hard and erect and let you know that you're not imagining the lower temperatures.

You slip the nylons on first as they are the easiest thing to slide into. The tops of the inky black hosiery cling to your thighs. They're surprisingly comfortable and warm.

The corset fits around your midsection and you contort your arms to draw the laces as tight as you can. It seems pointless to wear it, because you're the last person that needs a corset. Still, you like wearing it. It covers the scar from the C-section that you hate and it covers the stretch marks that are so faint you can barely see them except for every time you look in a mirror when it seems they've been illuminated by spotlights.

You draw the laces tight and wish you had a mirror. You want the corset to look good. You like corsets. They make you feel sexy and a little more kinky than usual. 

The shoes go on next, and they pinch your toes a little and the black silk laces wrap around your ankle and the bottom of your calves. You fiddle with the tie and retie both feet twice, struggling to make the quasi bondage shoes look sexy and not clumsy and yet stay attached to your foot if you walk any distance.

Finally, you pick the collar up off the table, and this is the only part of this costume that you have a problem with. You already have a collar. You're wearing it now. He gave it to you and you don't want to take it off.

You're holding the new collar in your hand when Padraic appears in the doorway.

'Is there a problem girl?' He says in a dry tone.

You turn to him with an uncertain look on your face. It doesn't matter that you're half naked and dressed for sex. It doesn't matter that very shortly he'll be doing something cruel and borderline terrifying to you. (Truthfully, you're looking forward to that part.) What matters is that you've been waiting all week to wear this specific collar for him and now he wants you to wear a different one.

'I just... I mean... this collar...' You stumble over the words, unsure how to articulate what you're feeling.

Padraic just stands and watches you. He's clearly not in a rush. It's possible he's just enjoying watching you squirm while trying to find words for what you're feeling.

'I just... you gave me this collar... and...' You make a confused gesture at him.

Padraic nods. Then he walks over to you and simply picks up the new collar and holds it up in front of your face.

'Humour me for a second.' He says calmly, and you feel his hand slide around your neck. 

He slips the little latch on Tuesday's collar and it slips into his hand. Your skin prickles with goose bumps at this simple touch. You feel a flush of heat, and you hope he can't see what an intense reaction his touch has on you. 

Padraic sets the little black collar on the table, then he unhooks the latch on the larger one and slips it around your neck. This one is colder, heavier and it feels a little more snug and secure.

He gives it a tug. You lean forward a little.

He smiles at you. Then he yanks hard on the collar. You stumble forward and suddenly press against his chest. You look up at him, a little unnerved, and he smiles back down at you.

'The other collar is ownership. This one is a little more functional.'

'Oh.' You say quietly.

'Yes. Oh.'

He releases the heavy collar, and then turns to the table. He slides your purse and clothing into the box and then closes the lid of the box. The padlock slips into place, and then Padraic sets your collar on top of the box.

You smile. You still don't understand why but it would have upset you to have seen him lock the collar up like your clothing.

Padraic sees you smiling and he glares at you.

'Why are you smiling?'

'I just... I'm happy?'

You realize that you are happy. You also know that the games are about to start and he's going to start using you hard in ways you are utterly not prepared for. 

And that's exactly what you want.

Padraic turns to face you and without looking, he unbuckles his belt and opens his pants. He hooks a chair with his foot and pulls it to him. Then he sits back on the chair and crooks a finger at you.

You walk over to him carefully, the heels and your own trepidation making you cautious. He smiles at your caution, and for what seems like the first time this evening he eyes your body. 

You blush again; it's clear what he's thinking. You're thinking it too.

You get close enough and he reaches up and grips the front ring on your collar and drags your face down to his own. You can't help but emit a tiny little scream as he does so.

'What was that?' He says with a laugh.

'What was what?' You play dumb, incredibly embarrassed by the sound you just made.

'You went 'Eeeeeeeee!' It sounded like someone stabbed a gerbil.' He says with a wide grin on his face.

'I... I...' You feel hot as you blush intensely yet again. Dressed like a sex toy, about to do God knows what with a vicious sadist, and it's the funny sound you make that has you cringing while he laughs at you.

He pulls you closer to him and kisses you gently on the lips.

'You're funny sometime whore. I like that.' 

You feel tightness in your chest, and you start to pant. He's confusing you right now. He's gentle with you and you know it won't last. You're actually eager for him to start. He watches your face and your body and the smile fades into a knowing leer.

'Someone's eager to begin.' He says calmly.

You just nod, afraid to make the stabbed gerbil sound again.

'You don't come until I tell you, and you're done asking questions now. Clear?' His voice is rough now, and clearly he's getting aroused as well. 

'Clear sir.' You say quietly, hoping your tiny voice doesn't sound like a rodent's death throes.

He pulls you to him, and you've forced to straddle him. You feel his thick, hot and pulsing erection through his unbuckled pants. It presses against your naked sex and throbs gently. 

You moan quietly. You know he likes to use you and you literally cannot wait for him to take you somewhere and begin another round of play. You don't care which orifice he decides to use, you just want him to be in you and you don't want him to be gentle about it. 

You unconsciously drape your arms around his neck and lean forward. You badly want to kiss him, to be intimate with him. But you need him to initiate it. It feels wrong when you start, and it feels like you're breaking rules.

You settle for just brushing his lips with your own. You breathing increases and you feel a little dizzy, almost like you're hyperventilating. Just being here with him is putting you over the edge. Anticipation is killing you now.

You feel him lay his hand on your behind and his fingers trace down your buttock and slide down your thigh. He tickles the back of your knee and you squeal again and then blush.

'Heh, another dead gerbil.' He remarks. You stay silent, biting your lip to try and contain any further squeaks.

Abruptly, he pulls you to him and slides his mouth down to your naked breast. Your nipple slides between his lips and teeth and he bites down gently but firmly. You resist and urge to buck against him. He gently flicks the little bud of flesh with his tongue while he pins it between his sharp teeth. His hands slide up your thighs and grip your buttocks firmly, squeezing your skin and sending a shiver up your spine again.

You breaths are rapid and his body is hot against yours and he's manhandling you with just a tiny bit of roughness. You want more, and you feel your need swelling inside you like a balloon against your ribcage. You hate this feeling. It's like a funny little ache and tickle inside your stomach and it just gets worse and worse until either your husband has his way with you or unless you are really violent with your own body.

Or more recently, if Padraic has his way with you then the feeling is obliterated for days.

You like it when he has his way with you. You feel free then, no longer a slave to your needs. You don't stumble around in a haze and you can focus.

You idly wonder if you can get Padraic in pill form and chuckle.

'Something funny girl?' He asks you with a raised eyebrow.

'Sorry sir. I was just thinking...' You say quietly. You voice is surprisingly breathy.

'What were you thinking about?' He asks you. His hands pull your buttocks apart and a finger probes between your cheeks.

'I was just thinkiiiiiiyyIINGGGHH!' You squeal as a finger slides across your rectum and then presses inside you.




Tuesday Ch. 02



'I did not tell you to stop speaking.' He says calmly. 

'I-I-I...' You stammer. This little violation has scrambled your thoughts.

He reaches up and grips the D-ring on the collar and pulls your face down to him. He kisses you hard and with passion, and at the same time a second finger pushes inside your tiny orifice. You shudder at the second, now more intense violation but his lips hold you steady and allow you to focus.

Sort of.

'Oh God.' You pant as you come up for air.

'Keep talking girl.' He commands.

You take a deep breath and focus with all your will. You are where you want to be after all, pressed against him, at his mercy, ready to take what he will give you. 

'I was just ... just thinking ... sir. That I ... I wish ... I wish they made you in... pill form.' You manage to stammer to him.

'And why do you want me in pill form?'

'Because .... When... after I'm with you... I feel calm. Centered. It's like... like there's a piece of me that's ... missing. And when I've been... with you and... and you've done things to me... the hole... it's gone. It's just gone.'

He looks at you intently for a long minute and then he just nods.

Then he smiles.

'They don't make me in pill form girl. But I can give you something to swallow.'

You spend the next ten minutes on your knees, using your tongue and lips and saliva to coax his seed from his manhood. And when you do, he just grunts and holds you in place until you've swallowed the medicine.

You gasp for air and your jaw aches. But he pats you gently on the cheek and smiles at you.

'You're a good little whore Tuesday.' He says with a not unkind tone.

You pant and beam up at him. 

'Shall we walk to my place and really play girl?'

'Yes please sir. I... really have looked forward to seeing you again.' And you suddenly find yourself involuntarily hugging his leg and kissing his knee suddenly.

He chuckles and you feel his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair. It's like you're a pet. 

You're entirely fine with that feeling.

Still, it only lasts a moment. Padraic rises out of his chair and buckles up his pants and belt and leads you to the back door. Unlike last week, you're glad when he leads you out into the alley clad in only a few scraps of leather while tottering in absurdly high heeled shoes. 

Unlike last time, Padraic gives you his arm to cling to as you navigate the back alley with him. You step nimbly between bags of garbage and boxes of refuse as you head towards his apartment. 

You're nearly there when Padraic stops and looks down an alley. You recognize it. This is Roy's alley. It stinks of urine and vomit and despair. Padraic doesn't acknowledge any of it. He just turns down the alley and leads you both to the back of the dead end.

Roy is laying on a fairly new piece of cardboard. He's covered in vomit and he seems to have wet his pants too. He snores an ugly, choking snore as he lies on his side and cuddles the mostly empty bottle of cheap vodka to his chest.

Padraic sighs, then lets go of your arm. He fishes out a pair of twenties from his pocket and looks around. He finally spies another half empty bottle of cloudy booze and sets it on top of the money in a spot where Roy will see it when he wakes up.

Then he stands and just stares at Roy for a moment, his face unreadable.

You were afraid that Padraic was going to offer you to him again. Now you feel guilty. There's something else going on here. He's checking on his friend. You'd bet money that he checks on him every night.

You feel awkward, dressed up like a hooker while Roy lies unconscious in his own filth. You shuffle your feet quietly and rub your arms in the chill night air. 

The clicking of your heels rouses him from his reverie, and he looks over at you. 

'Let's go.' He orders you quietly and you both move out of the stench of the alley.

It only takes a few minutes to get to Padraic's apartment from the alley, and moments later you're clanking up the metal stairs to his apartment. You lean against the railing to allow him to unbolt the lock and moments later you're inside his place again.

You look around, not much has changed. The kitchen is quiet with a couple of coffee cups and beer bottles sitting forlornly on the counter. The bathroom door is half open. The shower door sports a different color of towel and someone actually put a roll of toilet paper on the spindle.

The wooden floor leads down to the lounge. The lounge with the big comfortable leather couch and the big TV and the fridge full of beer and ice cold lubricant and four video cameras to record your most intimate violations. 

You remember this room. It's seared into your mind. 

You walk unbidden down the hallway to the lounge. Your heels click and clack off the wooden floor. 

The analytical part of your mind finds it amusing how much easier it is to walk in these shoes once you stop thinking about them. You click all the way down the hallway to the lounge and look inside. 

It's the same Spartan room that you remember, but now he's added a table off to the side. You walk closer and see that he's laid things on top of it with surgical precision. Rope and lubricant and clamps and leather cuffs lie neatly on the table. A steel circle sits next to the handcuffs, two leather straps neatly folded around it. 

'See anything you like girl?' He asks you from the doorway as he leans languidly against the frame.

'Yes sir.' You respond quickly but quietly.

'What do you like there?'

'All of it. I like all of it sir.'

Your stomach flutters. He's obviously planned this out for tonight. You want to start so badly it's taking all your self control to not walk to him and begin kissing and groping him. You know that would get you in trouble.

And you want to be in trouble. You do. You want a firm hand and a sharp voice and the sting and the crack of an open hand on skin and the trembling that goes with it. 

You want him to crush your will and take from you. You want it badly.

He walks into the room and plucks a remote off the table. He clicks the button and the TV comes to life. The image flickers for a second, and then you hear a girl squealing and gasping and the sound of flesh slapping off of flesh. 

You can see your petite frame pinned between Travis and Padraic. You can see Travis thrusting away into you, using your body for pleasure. Padraic whispers appalling things into your ear as he bucks into you. The picture is crude, but it's clearly you, bound and penetrated by two tall, aggressive men. 

Your skin flushes as you stare at the screen. You feel your nipples harden intensely as your crotch goes from aroused to damp to nearly dripping. 

Padraic walks past the screen and sits in the corner of the couch, against some comfy cushions. He pats his leg and looks at you pointedly. 

You nod obediently and move to him. You nearly trip crossing the room; the pictures on the screen keep drawing your eyes to them. 

As you slide into Padraic's lap, you practically relive that moment. It's hard not to. The ropes biting into your skin, the ache in your shoulders, your calves and throbbing feet combining with your pummelled and well penetrated orifices are pushing you well past any sense of familiarity or comfort. You remember it vividly.

His jeans are worn and just slightly rough against your skin. The adrenaline suddenly bursting through your bloodstream makes you shiver and you cuddle against him desperate for his body warmth. He pulls you to him, his hands slide across your skin and explore your body. You quiver as he squeezes a plump breast and tweaks a nipple and you whimper quietly as a pair of fingers slip between your lips and dip into the slippery pool of lust between your legs. 

You writhe under his touch. He casually violates and gropes you and your only complaint is that he isn't more aggressive with you.

Padraic gives your breast a firm squeeze, then reaches over and picks up the remote again. He rewinds the video for about a minute and then stops it on a section where the camera is focused on your face. 

You're giving a desperate whine, and then your eyes get very wide and your mouth opens but no sound comes out. You open and close your mouth several times, at one point you shudder and a little creaking whimper escapes your throat. 

'You know what that is girl?' Padraic whispers in your ear.

'Yes sir.'

'Tell me.'

'That's me, when Travis was fucking me.'

'And where was he fucking you girl?' His hand slips up around your collar and he pulls you to him again. His face is mere inches from yours and your heart pounds and your throat feels constricted as you face him.

'He was fucking my ass sir.' You whisper.

'Wasn't someone else fucking you girl? At the same time?'

'Yes sir. You were fucking me sir.' 

It's hard to breathe. Not because of a physical problem, but because the intensity of the memory, coupled with his hands roaming your body and the feel of your naked skin against him is driving you berserk. You feel driven, compelled to give yourself to him. 

You know he only has pain and shame and violation for you. He knows it too. 

You turn to him, lean towards his face and brush your lips against his and gently, tenderly kiss him. Your breathing is erratic, you pant like you'd just sprinted half a mile. 

'My master. My master was fucking me.' You say to him in a hushed tone. Your voice cracks a little towards the end. You don't care. You're here, touching him, he's doubtlessly getting ready to do something cruel to you. 

And this is as it should be.

He looks at you with a serious look on his face as he mulls something in his mind.

You can't help yourself. You lean in and kiss him on the lips again. Then gently press your lips against his cheek and neck. You've waited so long for someone, anyone like him that is seems impossible to hold back physical affection for him.

He slips a hand behind your back and grips your hair firmly, pulling your head back. His other hand grips your thigh and pulls you to him. You moan quietly, your body throbbing for his touch.

'Somebody's eager for it.' He says quietly.

'I am sir. I am.' You close your eyes and wait for what's next.

His fingers slide between your legs and then slip inside you. Your body shivers involuntarily at his touch.

'I've got something especially cruel in mind for you tonight. You don't mind do you girl?' He hisses into your ear.

'Oh God sir. Please do. Please be cruel.' You reply in a tiny little girl's voice.

His fingers swirl inside you. The tips dance across that part of you that screams pleasure into your brain. You wheeze and squirm under his touch as he manipulates your body with ease. 

Of course, your screaming need makes it easier for him to manipulate you like this.

He leans in, kisses your neck lustfully. His lips drag across your skin. The hint of stubble from a twelve hour old shave scrapes across your skin and it feels like delicious trails of fire as his mouth works its way down your throat and across your collarbones to your breasts.

His kisses are driving you wild. He drags a finger across your clitoris at the same time as his teeth gently seize your nipple and tug on it.

'OH GOD! PLEASE SIR!' You shriek, as you struggle to not climax and defy him.

You squirm in his lap as he toys with you and manipulates your flesh. He only teases you for a few minutes, but it seems like hours of throbbing need. Your skin is hypersensitive to his touch and he ruthlessly exploits that against you.

It never occurs to you that this is the exact opposite of what you expected. His hands and his touch are like a skilled lover for you and the exact opposite of a cruel sadist.

So when he suddenly stands up and dumps you onto the couch, you squeal in surprise.

'Wha.... I what... sir?' You ask him with as much.

'You're so eloquent girl.' He says with a chuckle. 'It isn't that I don't like pleasuring you, but that's not really why you're here. Are you girl?'

You stare up at him. His face is hard but his eyes are grey and they share his smile as he looks down at you.

'Yes sir. Yes.' You stammer. 'But if you wanted to make... an exception I would not complain at all.'

That makes him laugh.

'Oh no girl. We can't do that. You're here for... different reasons.' He says that last sentence with a subtle air of menace, and as he does so he moves to the table and picks of the coil of thin, strong rope. His hands skilfully start to unspool it as he watches you with just a hint of a smile.

You can't help but smile back. He's right. This is something you can't get anywhere else. 

First he has you display himself to him. You're a little befuddled at the request at first. You're pretty much naked already. 

But soon you understand. He has you lie back on the couch and spread your legs wide. You hold yourself open so he can see your passion and arousal. Then he runs a hand along your extended legs and up your torso. You tremble at his touch, because this isn't foreplay. 

He's measuring you, judging how much you can take tonight.

This is something he seems to do to you. He gets a good feel for how much you can handle, and then he just inflicts exactly as much as you can take, for as long as you can take it... and sometimes just a fraction longer and harder. 

God you love it when he does that. 

You look up and he walks to the table and runs his hand over the things he has placed there. He picks up the steel ring and the rope and then strides back to you.

The ring lands in your lap as he tosses it casually there. You look up at him for direction.

'Do I have to tell you where that goes?'

He does not. You slide the ring between your teeth and then secure the buckles around your head. You almost immediately begin to feel the pangs of ache in your jaw.

The rope comes next. You stand for him and expect him to bind your hands, but he doesn't. He slips a loop of rope around your neck and starts to coil it around your throat in a manner similar to your earlier time together. You remember him controlling your breath and you swoon a little. You're so overwhelmed when he does that to you, you feel completely under his control. 

You can't help but touching his arms as he ties the rope around your throat. He smiles at you as you do it. 

'Behave girl.' He says with a tiny smirk. 

He sees your need. He'll start when he's ready.

The ring you strapped around your head makes you drool. You wipe it away and blush a little. 

He completes the loop around your neck and gives it a little tug. You lean forward a little. You would smile at him if you could, but the ring in your mouth prevents it. You know exactly what is coming next.

The rope twists in his hands. Your throat constricts. You gasp for air that isn't there.

But you keep your hands at your sides. You don't fight him at all. Your ache to submit is greater than your need for air. At least for the moment it is.

He watches you quietly squirm but not resist for a moment and then he does something unexpected. He leans in and kisses you. It feels lovely and scary at the same time, because it's a surprising level of gentleness that you don't expect and it contrasts with the firm grip he has on the rope around your throat.

He kisses you until you start to tremble from air loss and you flutter your hands in desperation. Then he leans back and releases the rope. You gasp for air but otherwise remain still for him.

He smiles at you.

'You really are turning into a good little whore.' 

You can't help but beam at him. It's a little diminished by the stream of drool dribbling out of your mouth, but you feel like you're not just getting what you need from this arrangement. Your submission is pleasing him as well. 

Of course, the moment ends, and then he continues binding you. And submitting becomes less easy and more strenuous.

First, he slips a rope around your waist and snugs it tight against your skin. That itself is not that bad, but he slips the end of the rope between your legs and then between your lips and draws the rope up the coil around your throat. He secures the line to the loop around your throat and then ties it off.

At first it's uncomfortable. Then it starts to throb and abrade your tender flesh. You whimper a little and hunch forward to relieve pressure from the rope. A small lake of saliva spills from your locked open mouth. It drips from your chin and down your chest. You groan something unintelligible.

He just smiles at you, that insufferable, irritating smile that he gives you when he knows he's getting to you. God you hate and love that smile at the same time.

It's what he does next that puts you right at your limit though.

Another coil of rope is produced. He binds your ankles together tightly. Then the loose rope is strung up your back and attached to the coil of rope around your neck. Carefully, cruelly, he draws the line tighter and tighter until it starts to choke you. You bend your knees to accommodate the line, but he just draws it even tauter. 

Eventually, you have to press up with your arms and arch your back to keep the line from cutting off your air. And when you do that, you realize just how diabolically he tied you up as the rope between your legs becomes tense and bites into your tender flesh.

'Nnnngghhh!' you wail. Submission and discipline is forgotten now. This is pure torment and you get to control what type of torment you receive until you elect to move to the other kind. Strangle or suffer. Suffocate or chafe. The decision is left to you.

You press up with your arms to take pressure off your throat. It's hard. The rope bites into you instantly. You make the same sound you made earlier, but this time you don't care if you sound like a tiny mouse. You just wish it would stop. 

But you can stop it. So you lean forward until the pressure drops and the rope tightens around your throat. You struggle for air until you can't take any more and then you push up with your trembling arms and arch your back again. 

Padraic sits back on the couch for a few minutes and watches you struggle impassively. 

It's comforting to know that he's paying attention. You're afraid that your arms will give out and you'll start to choke unconscious. You know he won't let that happen. You also know that he's perfectly willing to let you get almost to that point before he does cut you loose. 

He does get up and wander over to the fridge while he watches you to retrieve a beer. Then he returns to the couch and sits comfortably across from you. Your arms quiver as you hold yourself up so that you can breathe and endure the rope biting between your legs.

'You look uncomfortable girl.' He says finally.

You nod your head, a small lake of drool dribbles off your chin.

'Is it difficult?'

You can't help but glare at him for that one. Does it not *look* difficult?

'I'll take that as a yes then.'

'Thww haheee hurrhh!' You protest to him. Spit pools on your chest as you complain.

'How eloquent.' Padraic replies. You groan and focus on breathing. 

Your focus and discomfort is so profound that you miss someone walking down the hallway until they're standing next to Padraic. You look over and see striped blue and white striped stockings covering long slender legs and shoes even more punishing than your own. 

You look up in confusion, and Morgan looks down at you with a concerned smile of her own. 

'Hi Ari.' She says quietly.

You stare back up at her, dumbfounded. She's changed her hair color to a bright blue now, and she's wearing a leather miniskirt and a tank top, but this is the same pretty, funny girl that directed you to the Darkside and Padraic three weeks ago. 

What the hell is she doing here? Is Padraic going to share your body with her now too?