0 comments/ 15024 views/ 1 favorites The Contest Ch. 01 By: cheetah83 A similar story was told to me as a real scheme conceived by three college sophomores. However, this story is purely fictional, and I would sleep much better if no one ever tried it out in practice. * It happened last year when I was living in the third floor quad. There were James and Alex and Nathan and myself, and we were all single at the time and quite desperate for a lay. There existed only one girl for us, however: the freshman Veronique. She lived three doors down the hall and saying she was a hot chick was a gross understatement. Veronique had the sort of tanned, smooth tight little body, perfect face and dirty blond hair that made me hard every time I passed her in the hallway. She would spend hours sitting on the hallway floor, spread legged, wearing only shorts and a long sweater, talking to her mom or her dreaded boyfriend on the phone so as not to disturb her roommate. We all scrambled to take showers at such times so we could walk over her and get a glimpse of her perky 34B boobs tucked under her sweater neck and her creamy, athletic legs she always shaved impeccably. With that sexy image burned into our retinas, often times we couldn't hold off blowing a load in the bathroom stalls, which made the return trips sort of awkward because she was still there. But she was so sexy it hardly mattered, the only problem was that all four of us were too shy to ever speak to a girl so overwhelmingly hot. Oh, and her boyfriend of course. On one of those shower nights, when a particularly long phone conversation had allowed all four of us to file past her and pay our masturbatory respects in the bathroom, the plan was conceived. Sick creeps that we were, we decided to stir our fantasies one step further and organize a little competition among ourselves. The object of the contest was simple: the first one who could get their semen (yes, we are talking about freshly squeezed cum) to touch any part of Veronique's body or skin within ten minutes of discharge won. The prize for the winner was... nonexistent; knowing it had happened was enough reward in itself. The stakes were enormous because we knew we could end up in jail. Finally, we decided to award ourselves style points on account of the nature of fluid to Veronique contact. It was easy enough pasting your cream on her door handle or leaving a wet wad of it on the doormat. But this was easily detectable, incriminating and unsporting. Stealth was of utmost importance, we decided, and so was the proximity our moo juice managed to her slick little mouth. The first to go was Alex. A Classic Studies major, he favored a conventional approach. One night Veronique was doing laundry in the first floor laundry room. It was a big game night, so she slipped in the lounge to watch the game, while her clothes churned in the laundry machine. Every single soul in the dorm seemed to be in the lounge at that time, their eyes stuck on the big screen TV. Along the shadows crept Alex. He had his camera cell with him for visual confirmation and we were on the line, breathlessly listening to every development from the quad. He entered the laundry room just as Veronique's load had finished its last drying cycle. He removed her dried undies and replaced them with carefully pre-soaked decoy laundry he had taken out of a Salvation Army clothes-swap basket. He had planted the basket in the laundry room a day earlier, in anticipation of Veronique's customary laundry day, and so as not to arouse any suspicion during his nightly descent. Now Alex commenced with his evil dead. Turning the light off, he unzipped his pants and soon we could hear quite audibly the flapping and suction noises that his Norwegian uncircumcised foreskin made as he furiously beat his cock. Thirty seconds elapsed; then a quiet groan of satisfaction escaped him and told us that Alex had done it. He snapped the scene with his phone and the image loaded slowly in front of our revering gazes. At the top of the heap, there were Veronique's familiar yellow boxers, the same ones she wore casually around the dorm inflicting painful boners to all guys who saw her. The boxers were completely drenched now, layered thick with globs of Alex's semen, which had started to coagulate and trickle down the creases of the pants to the rest of Veronique's laundry. Never before had I been so excited by seeing a photo of another guy's cum. Now time was short and of the essence. Alex turned his techy phone into video mode and placed it into a nook by the radiator from where it commanded a view of the whole laundry room and streamed a live feed to our headquarters. Then, as quietly as he had come he climbed up the opposite stairwell and joined us. The ten minutes were almost up when Veronique entered the room. The wet spot of cum on her pants attracted her attention immediately. We bit our lips in anxious anticipation not knowing what she would do, but she just stood there staring. She made a couple of steps toward the laundry, held out her hand and.... to Alex's extreme frustration withdrew it an inch from his triumph. Then, she reached out again and carefully lifted her shorts by the dry edges, folded them over the wet spot, and put them into a plastic shopping bag that had formerly held someone's detergent bottle. No doubt, she was going to take them to the police, in which case we were screwed. Alex suddenly grew pale at the realization, especially as he was not as horny anymore, and we tried not to imagine a couple of troopers banging on our doors subjecting all men in the dorm to a DNA test. But Veronique seemed to hesitate, swinging the bag in one hand and holding her basket of laundry with the other. She bent down and inspected the clothes that were tumbling behind the plastic window of the drier. She stopped the machine and started rummaging inside, making Alex roar in anger that he hadn't thought of cumming over the decoy laundry too. Veronique didn't seem to find any clue among the clothes-swap garb, so she stopped searching and fixed the whole room in one hard last stare, as if she was trying to discern the presence of our hidden camera. Fortunately for us, her eyes went over the nook next to the radiator. Then, she simply got her stuff and strode out of the room. The trepidation and guilty anticipation for Alex that night was horrific. He twisted and turned in bed and drank about a gallon of cold milk during intermittent trips to the fridge. In the morning he told all of us he was going to skip class and walked out on the balcony to feed our tortoise Greedles. To our amazement two seconds later he plunged back in the room with a horrible shriek. "What is the matter?" we asked, "Have the police surrounded the building or something?" Alex just slumped into a chair with a look of incredible revolt on his face and pointed outside. We strode on the chilly balcony to find our tortoise hopelessly entangled in Veronique's yellow boxers, now crispy with pale patches of dry cum. It was clear that overnight Greedles had made quite a hearty snack out of Alex's reproductive seepage. On top of his shell was attached a post-it note. It read: "So that is the best you losers can do? Try me again and you'll wish you licked it off each other's puny dicks, you prepubescent fuckers. V." The contest had just become darker and deeper... The Contest Ch. 02 Plot 01 A quick note from the author: Hi. This is one of two potential second chapters to a multi-part story. If you haven't read the first chapter yet, you should probably do that first. If you've enjoyed Sara's abuse in the first chapter, this is the plot you want to read. If you'd like her to teach Rick a lesson, however, check out Plot Two. Anyways, Enjoy. *** I woke up the next morning in a lot of pain. With his trademark faux-mercy Rick had agreed to suspend our contest while I slept, but only if I agreed to sleep on the floor next to him – claiming that it would help me to remember my place. I was too tired to argue, and I didn't like the idea of being assaulted in my sleep, so I agreed. Besides, Kate and Jack only had the one couch, so someone had to sleep on the floor anyway. My body ached from sleeping on the floor, my head felt like it was about to implode from the hangover. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though. It helped distract me from how much my ass hurt, and the knowledge of why it hurt so much. Sobriety certainly wasn't helping me accept the events of the previous night, but at least I still had an opportunity for revenge. After taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I sat up with the intention of using the bathroom. Before I could make it to my feet, though, Rick's hand once again wrapped itself around my wrist. I struggled a bit, but was entirely too exhausted to put up any resistance. Looking over at him lying on the couch, I let out a frustrated sigh. "Rick, not now," I protested. "I'm tired, my body hurts, and I need to go to the bathroom. Please let me go." "In a minute," he said, his slurred voice indicating that he was no less tired than I. "You drank a lot, and I want to make sure you remember everything that happened last night." "To be honest, I really don't remember anything that happened after Kate and Jack got back," I lied. Unfortunately, the alcohol had done nothing to prevent the memories of what had happened, but I didn't want him to know that. "You're a terrible liar, you know," he stated, then closed his eyes as if to go back to sleep. He did not, however, release his grip. "Come on, man, let me go," I demanded, getting more irritated by the moment. "I really need to pee!" "Can't," he claimed. "Not until you tell me exactly what happened last night. Oh, by the way – I think Kate is mad at you, and I don't think pissing on her floor is going to help." "Jesus Christ, I hate you," I sighed. "Fine. We had an agreement, which is still in effect. You overpowered me and raped me. Happy?" "I don't think I'd call it rape, you could have always surrendered," he argued. "Regardless, you're leaving out some pretty important details, like which hole, who was watching, et cetera." "Okay, whatever," I spat back. "You raped me in the ass while Kate and Jack watched. You're an asshole, by the way, I was a virgin back there. And yes, I chose not to surrender, which I'm sure means that it wasn't rape in your mind, even though it really was. Is that what you want?" "Getting closer," he encouraged. "I'd like to know more about your feelings. I already know that you took it in the ass while you're friends watched. I'd like to know how you felt about it then, and how you feel about it now." "I fucking hated it and I fucking hate you," I growled. "Again, terrible liar," he sighed. "I'm not denying that you hated it on some level, but it seems like if you truly hated it you'd have surrendered, or at least fought back like you didn't want to lose. Let's explore that." "Fine," I spat. "At the time, and under the influence of some heavy drinking, I may have enjoyed it a little. And yes, before you feel compelled to twist it out of me, I did cum. So, that's how I felt about it then. Right now, though, the only thing that I like about it is that it gives me inspiration to hit you back. As I said, our agreement is still active, and I will have my revenge. The things that I'm going to do to you will make what you did to me look like an act of fucking kindness." "You came twice," he reminded me, "so I don't think "act of kindness" is too far from the truth as it is. As for your little revenge plan, you may have forgotten one important detail of last night. I beat your ass good, both figuratively and literally. In case you haven't figured it out yet, you're completely outmatched. You have absolutely no chance of getting that revenge you want so desperately." "Fuck you I don't have a chance," I hissed. "Keep up the arrogant posturing, though. It's going to make it so much sweeter when I force you to eat those words." "Well, someone's more confident than she has a right to be," he laughed. "If I were that confident, I think I'd want to raise the stakes just a bit." "What do you mean?" I gulped. "Well," he explained, "right now there's really little more than pride on the line. We're mostly fighting to see who will win, with nothing significant at risk. If you're so certain that you're going to win, though, I'd be happy to change that – say, for example, the winner owns the loser." "Bullshit," I spat, fearing that I had once again talked myself into a bad situation. "I don't want to own you, I want to beat the living shit out of you while your friends watch and laugh." "Which is pretty unlikely, given how things are going," he interrupted. "Look, you're never going to be able to overpower me; at your best and my worst I can still take you. I'm not saying that it's impossible that you might win, but if you do it'll be by outsmarting me, not by physically beating me into submission. If that does happen, well, the contest is over, and you'll no longer have my consent. You'll have the satisfaction of winning, but not the satisfaction of literally beating my ass in front of my friends. Still, if you're nervous, I understand. Forget I mentioned it." "I'm not fucking nervous," I snapped back at him. "I'm going to win." "Then what's it going to be?" he demanded. "If you're certain you'll win, you should want the new terms – you'd be able to beat me as frequently as you like, without having to fear that I'll turn the tables on you. If you're convinced that you'll ultimately give in, though, we can keep the agreement as is." I was in a bad position. I knew the odds were stacked in his favor, but if I declined the new terms I'd essentially be admitting that to him. Besides, he was right – the only way that I was going to be able to beat him in front of his friends would be with his cooperation. I rationalized that this wasn't unwinnable for me, though I'd have to get creative. Raising the stakes could give me the incentive that I needed. "Fuck you, I'll take your new terms," I growled. "Now let me the fuck go." "Of course," he casually replied, releasing his grip. Not wanting to give him a chance to grab me again, I quickly got up and headed for the bathroom. After draining my bladder I checked the mirror. I looked like hell, though I suppose it was to be expected, given what kind of night I had. Returning to the living room, I found a Kate standing by the couch next to Rick. It was clear that they had been talking, but I had no idea what they were talking about. Upon hearing me enter, Kate spun around to face me. Her facial expression conveyed that she too remembered the previous night's events, and was not happy about them. "Kate, I'm so sorry," I began. "You have to understand that I never wanted to put you in that position." "Save it," she interrupted. "Both of you need to leave. Now." I wanted to stay and make things right, but her tone conveyed that it would be impossible. I hoped that at some point she'd be able to forgive me, but it seemed like hanging around would only make things worse. Grabbing my purse, I headed for the door with Rick right behind me, hoping that I'd be able to make up with her at a later point. "What the fuck did you say to her?" I demanded once outside the apartment. "Watch the tone there, little girl," Rick warned. "You ought to be thanking me. Kate thought that last night was some bizarre attempt to move in on Jack by demonstrating how sexually permissive you are. I corrected that misconception. She now thinks that we're dating, and that you fantasize about being anally violated in front of her. You're welcome." "Gee, thanks, asshole," I shot back sarcastically. "I'm so grateful that you convinced my friend that I'm a raging slut." "You should be," he laughed. "Kate may be a bit judgmental and prudish, but she'll get over it and some day you two will be friends again. If I let her believe you were trying to steal Jack, I doubt she'd be so forgiving. The fact that this gives me an excuse to rape you in front of her while damaging your reputation more than mine is really just a fortunate coincidence." "Whatever," I sighed. "Listen, I'm meeting my little sister for lunch in a couple hours, so we're going to have to do resolve this some other time." "I think you mean to say that we're meeting your sister for lunch," Rick corrected. "No, I'm pretty sure I didn't," I replied. "Would you prefer to do this the hard way?" he asked. "I'm still a bit larger than you, I'm pretty sure I can force my way into your lunch meeting." "We're in public," I reminded him. "I can scream for help." "That's fine," he answered. "Scream for help and you lose the bet. Lose the bet, and you become my property. It's going to happen eventually, you may as well get it over with." Without giving an opportunity to respond, Rick grabbed me by the arm and led me to his car. I thought about running for it, but with my body being so sore I didn't think I'd get far before he chased me down. Getting into the car, I figured I had a couple hours to turn the tables on him before I met Rachael for lunch. Rick started the car and began driving. I had no idea where we were going, and wasn't sure that I wanted to know. I thought about making small talk with him while in the car, but it seemed inappropriate given that he had just raped me. Instead, I simply sat in silence until he parked the car in front of a sex toy store on South Street. "You don't honestly expect me to go in there with you?" I laughed. "Actually, I really don't care," he replied. "If you'd like to come in with me, you can. If not, you can wait in the car. It's entirely your call." With that said he got out of the car, closed the door, and headed into the store. I chose to wait in the car – following him into a store like that seemed like a terrible idea. As the minutes passed, though, I found myself worrying about what he was doing in there, and how it might affect me. Panic crawled into my mind as I realized that I had no idea what he was buying. I was about to jump out of the car and head in when he left the store, a medium-sized black bag in his hand. "So, what did you get?" I asked him after he got into the car, trying to sound less interested than I really was. "If you had come in with me, you'd know," he answered. "Since you chose to wait in the car, you'll simply have to wait to find out. Such is the price of cowardice, and all." Rick again started the car and drove off. This time, he drove us to an empty parking lot. Parking the car towards the edge, he turned to face me. "I'd like to propose another deal, though this will be a small one," he began. "In about an hour, we'll be meeting your sister for lunch. I assume that you'd like to be fully dressed for that meeting, am I correct?" "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I spat back. I wanted to sound as if the idea was so ridiculous it was silly to even discuss it, but even I heard the trace of fear in my voice. "It means that if I'm so inclined, I can beat you into submission, tear your clothes off, and force you to meet your sister like that. I doubt you'll enjoy it, you may even find it unpleasant enough to surrender, but I'm okay with that. However, if you accept this deal, I'll permit you to go to lunch fully dressed. It's your call." "What do you want?" I asked, fear now more evident in my voice. I knew he could make good on his threat, and it scared the hell out of me. "Simple," he explained. "Remove your clothes now, and I'll let you put them back on before we leave this parking lot." "Rick, no," I began. Before I could finish the sentence, he placed his hand on my throat and shot me a menacing look, making it clear that he wasn't interested in my objection. "Maybe I was unclear," he explained. "If you fail to disrobe, I'll simply tear your clothes off the fun way. Your choice isn't whether or not you'll be naked; it's whether or not you'll be permitted to dress again before we have lunch." "I can't," I began to protest. Rick let out a exasperated sigh as he shook his head. His facial expression conveyed a level of intensity that intimidated the hell out of me; I realized that the conversation was over and it was time for me to choose. As he gripped my shirt in his hand, I began to fear that I had taken too long, and that he had decided to choose for me. "Wait, I'll do it!" I cried. Rick released my shirt and withdrew his hand, but his facial expression remained the same. Not wanting to test his patience, I grabbed my shirt and began to slowly pull it over my head. I felt tremendously awkward and ashamed. "I didn't ask for a gradual strip tease," he warned. "I demanded that you get naked. You're wasting time." "I'm sorry, I just shy," I explained. "Little girl, you're talking to the man who is responsible for the fact that you're currently walking funny. Modesty is unnecessary. Now hurry it up." Intimidated by his tone, I quickly finished removing my shirt. After kicking off my shoes, I slid my pants down and off. Now in my bra and panties, I looked at him as if to ask if it was okay. "Are you trying to provoke me?" he asked. "This is unnecessary; if you want me to be cruel you have only to ask. Otherwise, I suggest you stop fucking around and get naked." With a defeated sigh, I mechanically stripped out of my bra and panties. Now completely naked in a public space while sitting next to a man who was fully clothed, I felt deeply ashamed. Clenching my thighs together, I crossed my arms over my chest to try to hide my nudity. "Are you happy now?" I asked. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I want to," he explained. "It could be that I want to humiliate you, it could be that I want to remind you of your place, it could even be that I'm bored and feel like using your body as an object of entertainment. Regardless of the true reason, though, all you need to know is that your owner wants you naked, and so you should be naked." "You're not my owner yet," I reminded him. "Interesting that you chose to slap a "yet" on the end of that statement," he remarked. "I'm glad that you accept the inevitability of my victory. I'll admit that I haven't won yet, but I see no reason why I should deprive myself of pleasure just because my pet is feeling stubborn. Now, uncover your tits, I'd like to play with them." "Fuck you," I hissed defiantly. Even if he was preordained to beat me, he hadn't done it yet. "Have it your way," he grinned. Reaching over, he slapped me across the face. Though he didn't hit me as hard as he had the previous night, it still hurt, and I knew that he could make it hurt worse. "Again, uncover your tits," he commanded. "If you make me order you again, I'll be sure to tack additional punishment on." Afraid of what "additional punishment" might entail, I reluctantly uncrossed my arms and dropped them to my sides. Terrified and humiliated, it took all of my willpower to refrain from covering up again. Rick made things no easier; staring lecherously at my exposed chest. "Your nipples are extremely perky," he commented. "I wonder if they're as sensitive as they look. I certainly hope that they are; we could have tremendous fun with that. Don't think I haven't noticed how erect they are, by the way. You're not excited by this, are you?" "I'm just cold!" I cried. It was mostly true; my erect nipples were the result of the cold air on my naked skin. The fact that I was also extremely turned on was purely coincidental. "I'm sure that's all there is to it," he laughed, reaching over and cupping my left breast in his hand. Clamping his thumb and forefinger around the nipple, he gently squeezed, sending chills down my spine. Surprised and unprepared for such stimulation, I let out a moan. "If you're going to pretend you're not turned on, you really should try to keep silent," he lectured. "It's difficult to believe that you hate this when you're moaning like a bitch in heat." "I'm not turned on!" I lied. Extending his right arm, he pinned my torso back against the seat. Lowering his left hand from my breast, he wormed it between my legs. Forcing his fingers between them, he dipped them into my alarmingly wet pussy, then withdrew and began to rub my clit. After several seconds of stimulation he again inserted two fingers into me, pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with his thumb. Unable to restrain myself, I began to moan in pleasure. "It's not a good idea to lie to me," he reminded me while fucking me with his fingers. "The odds of you getting away with it are extremely slim, and you don't want me angry with you, now do you?" "I don't," I admitted submissively. Ceasing his actions, he withdrew his hand and held it up to my face so that I could see it. My cum coated his skin, slowly dripping from his fingers. Embarrassed by the evidence, I shot him an apologetic look hoping that he'd forgive my lie. "Please explain to me, then," he growled, "why it is that you're this wet." "I guess I lied about not being turned on," I apologized. "Please don't be mad, I was ashamed." "Aww, I can't stay mad at you," he laughed, wiping his wet fingers across my face. As an act of contrition I opened my mouth so that he could force me to lick them clean, but he ignored it. After covering my face with my sticky cum, he dropped his hand back down to my crotch and resumed his assault. I opened my thighs to allow him access, hoping that by cooperating he'd be merciful. "As I said, I'm not mad," he explained as he continued to masterfully rub my clit. "But I do need you to understand that it's not okay to tell lies. When I ask you a question, it's important that you reply with complete and total honesty, regardless of how shameful the truth is. Do you understand?" "I do," I agreed, knowing I'd regret it later. "Good girl. Now, I believe that I asked you if you were turned on. I'd like an honest answer." "I'm extremely turned on," I confessed. It was embarrassing, but the truth was obvious. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" he mocked. "Would you like me to continue finger-fucking you?" "Yes please," I timidly requested. "Then ask me to," he demanded. "I can't," I whimpered. It was difficult enough for me to admit the truth, actually saying such a vulgar thing to a man that I hated was beyond what I could manage. "Fair enough," he sighed. With no further warning he withdrew his hands back to his side of the car and sat motionless. Frustrated, I spread my legs wide and bucked my hips into the air, partially as an unwilling reflex and partially as an attempt to entice him back. "Please don't make me say it," I begged. "I won't," he replied. "I'm not going to make you say anything. If you'd rather sit here exposed like a whore, that's fine with me. If you want me to actually treat you like a whore, though, you'll have to ask." "God damn it," I sighed. "Please finger-fuck me, Rich?" "I can't help feeling like you're still trying to hold on to some dignity," he explained. "I'd like you to prove me wrong. Ask me in a way that demonstrates what a depraved little slut you are." The Contest Ch. 02 Plot 01 I didn't want to degrade myself, but it seemed pointless. I was already completely naked in his car, my own cum coating my face; protecting my dignity seemed futile. On a deeper level, as much as I hated the idea of begging him to fuck me I found it deeply erotic. "Please make me cum," I begged. "I'll do anything you want. I'll suck your cock, I'll let you fuck me in whatever hole you want, just please make me cum like a fucking whore?" "I suppose that will do for now," he stated, sounding almost disappointed. "I'll expect better in the future, though." Leaning back over, he again pinned me back with one arm while assaulting my vulnerable cunt with his other. His actions were extremely aggressive, I felt unable to do anything except lie back and accept that he could use me as he saw fit. Submitting to his control, I found myself rapidly approaching orgasm. Realizing how pointless it was to feign chastity, I loudly announced that I was cumming. "No, you're not," he sneered, removing his hand. "You haven't earned that right yet." "Jesus Christ, Rick," I cried. "Please let me cum, I did everything you told me to do!" "Careful there," he warned. "I owe you nothing; any orgasms I give you are an undeserved gift. You absolutely do not get the right to second-guess my generosity." "I'm sorry," I pleaded. "Please don't be mad at me, but I really, really need to cum. Please let your whore cum?" "I will, but not until I feel like it," he explained. "Right now, I don't want you to cum. I want you to suck my dick." "Anything you want!" I proclaimed, diving into his crotch. I didn't want to suck him, but I was desperate for an orgasm. In a strange way, his denial of my orgasm felt more cruel, more harsh, than anything he had done to me up until that point. There really wasn't anything I wouldn't have been willing to do in order to be relieved. Pulling his semi-erect penis out of his pants I hastily stuffed it into my mouth. The taste of sweat and pre-cum bathed my mouth, adding to the sense of degradation. Hoping gain his favor I debased myself, greedily slobbering all over his cock. "You're doing well, little piggy," he laughed. "I was a bit concerned you might have reservations about kissing the very organ that I used to humiliate you last night, but I can see that you can rise above such petty resentment. You don't mind worshipping my cock at all, do you?" "No, sir," I whimpered, before quickly inserting his cock back into my mouth. As he ran his fingers through my hair, I snuck my right hand between my legs. I needed to cum, and if he wouldn't do it for me I could do it myself. "I'm glad you don't, as you'll be doing a lot of this in the future. In fact, every time that I rape you, I'll expect you to clean my cock with your mouth. This is largely for hygienic purposes, of course – I don't want to be walking around all day with your slut slime on me; but more importantly I think it will help you remember your place, and give you an opportunity to thank me for the honor of raping you. I regret that I didn't have you clean me last night, but this will have to make up for it. As you suck my dick now, I want you to think of it as your way of offering gratitude for the services I provided for you last night." His words were royally screwing with my mind. On the one hand, the idea of thanking him for something that I should be pressing charges against him for enraged me; the fact that I was supposed to thank him with a degrading sex act only made it worse. On the other, the idea pleasuring him as an act of thanks for violating me was extremely hot. As my cunt fought with my brain for control, I remembered all the things that I was thanking him for – the pain, the humiliation, the disgusted look on Kate's face when she spat in mine. As the memories drove me closer and closer to orgasm, it was clear that my cunt was winning the battle. I climbed to my knees on the seat so as to get a better angle to service him, enjoying the thrill of knowing that anyone walking by would get a clear view of my naked ass. Without warning, he reached over and grabbed my right hand. I whimpered in protest, but continued to service him with my mouth. Unconsciously, I tried to pull my hand back into my crotch – I didn't want to disobey him, but I felt as if I'd explode if I didn't cum soon. "Maybe I was a bit unclear, earlier," he explained. "When I said that your orgasms are a gift from me, I didn't just mean the orgasms that I personally give you. I meant all orgasms, even the self-inflicted – and you will not steal my gifts. Now, I'm not a monster, and you're free to fuck yourself to your heart's content, but you will not cum without my permission. Do I make myself clear?" "Please, sir, I need to cum," I begged. "I've done everything you've told me to do, I'll do anything you tell me to. I'm thanking you for the gifts you gave me last night as best as I can, but if there's a way that I can do it better you only need to let me know and I will. There is literally nothing I won't do to please you, but please, please sir, let me cum?" "Poor girl," he sympathized. "I wish I could just let you cum, I really do, but then you'd never learn. You'd go on believing that you can cum whenever you feel inclined to do so, and it would only hurt you worse when I deny you that privilege. Believe me, I don't enjoy making you suffer like this, but you need to learn that I control your orgasms – not you. The sooner you learn this, the happier you'll be. In other words, this is for your own good." Trapped and desperate, I began to cry. He took showed little sympathy, forcing my head down on his cock, making me gag. Feeling completely at his mercy, I accepted that I was powerless to force him to let me cum. My only option was to serve him as best as I could, and hope that he'd take pity on me. After several minutes of some of the most degrading oral sex I've ever preformed, he removed his hand from my head and reached over. Hoping to encourage him and show my submission, I arched my back down while thrusting my ass up. I felt like a bitch in heat, eagerly presenting him with my cunt, but the idea no longer bothered me. Sliding his finger over my asshole, along my slit, and onto my clit he applied pressure and slowly rubbed in a circle. Though he wasn't quite as aggressive as he had been earlier, it was more than enough. Only seconds after he began, I found myself on the edge of orgasm again. Unsure of what to do, I considered asking him for permission to cum; but chose not to out of fear that he would refuse. Perhaps sensing my impending orgasm, he calmly removed his hand. I moaned in despair and thrust my ass into the air, but did not cease my oral duties. Ignoring my plight, he folded his arms behind his head and relaxed. Rick repeated the cruel process several more times. He'd wait a few minutes for me to calm down, then reach over and bring me to the brink of orgasm, each time stopping right before I could achieve satisfaction. With each cycle my frustration built; my mind melting into jelly. After what felt like an eternity it seemed like I'd cum the instant he touched me. I was a little nervous, knowing that he'd be angry if I came without permission, but at that time the only thing I cared about was my orgasm. Rather than touch me again, though, he held my head down. Feeling his shaft pulse, my mouth flooded with warm semen. Hoping to prove my worth I eagerly swallowed it all, moaning in pleasure to demonstrate how grateful I was. After sucking the last drops from his spent cock, he released my hair. As I raised my head off of his cock, he reached back and grabbed the bag that he had purchased earlier. Still crying, I tried to plead with him for an orgasm, but couldn't seem to form intelligible words in my weakened state. Ignoring my tears he reached into the bag and pulled out a package, which he tossed on my lap. "Put this on and get dressed," he instructed. "We wouldn't want to be late for your sister." "Please," I begged, "let me cum." "That sounded dangerously close to you giving me an order," he warned. "I fully intend to let you cum – but not until I decide that the time is right. Start acting rebellious, and that time could be very far off. I strongly suggest you put that on and get dressed, I'll be unhappy with you if I need to ask again." Looking down, I inspected the package in my lap. It was a remote controlled vibrator, which strapped on to my clit underneath my panties. The idea of giving him the ability to stimulate me by remote control was both terrifying and exciting – I knew he'd make me regret wearing such a thing but was eager to wear it just the same. Strapping it into place, I picked up the rest of my clothes from his car's floor and slipped into them, the cool silicon lump pressing into my clit. Submissively, I handed him the remote control and hoped for the best. "Do you want to test it out?" I suggested, praying he would. "Nice try, but now is not the time," he laughed, patting me on the head. "It would be rude to keep your sister waiting." With a disappointed sigh I slouched back into my seat as he started the car. Checking the vanity mirror, I found that my face was a mess – covered in tears, still sticky with my own cum. I hoped that Rick would give me a chance to clean up before meeting my sister, but I hoped more that we'd take bumpy roads to get there. The Contest Ch. 02 Plot 02 A quick note from the author: Hi. This is one of two potential second chapters to a multi-part story. If you haven't read the first chapter yet, you should probably do that first. This particular plot is another attempt of mine to write FDom material. If you're not into the idea of a woman beating, dominating, and raping a man, you probably shouldn't read it. Check out the other plot instead. Anyways, enjoy. *** Waking up, my body made it perfectly clear that it was not happy with me. My ass still stung from the abuse Rick had inflicted the night before, my body ached from sleeping on the floor. The hangover did nothing to distract me from the aches; if anything it magnified them. Emotionally, though, I had never felt better in my life. Rick had thrown everything that he could at me the night before, and I withstood it all. The soreness would fade in time, but the knowledge that he was powerless to destroy me would last forever. He had proven himself impotent, but our agreement still stood. Best of all, I had a plan to turn the tables that I knew would work. Several months ago, my father read in the newspaper about a handful of armed robberies in my neighborhood. Being a bit overprotective, he begged me to move. I wasn't financially in a position where I could do that, so he asked me to buy a gun. I'm not very comfortable with weapons, so I refused that as well. Unwilling to drop it, he then bought me a stun gun and asked me to promise him to keep it in my purse – just in case. I didn't like the idea at the time, but it seemed to make him feel better so I agreed. The stun gun had been wasting space in my purse ever since, but now it finally had a purpose. In his arrogance, Rick had left quite a bit of room in our agreement. I couldn't ask for help, but there was no rule forbidding me from using a weapon. I think he thought that he was invincible, and I was eager to prove just how wrong he was. Sitting up, I felt the desperate need to use the bathroom. Before I could make it to my feet, however, I felt Rick's hand creep over my shoulder, holding me down. Irritated, I mentally added it to the list of things that I'd be punishing him for. "The fuck do you want now?" I demanded. "Oh, you know, normal stuff. Let's talk about our feelings!" he laughed at me sarcastically. "Fine," I hissed. "Right now I'm feeling like I need to take a piss, and unless you're feeling thirsty I feel like you should probably let me the fuck go." "In a minute," he growled. "I want to discuss our arrangement, first." "Backing out already?" I taunted. "I had no idea you were such a little bitch." "Sleep does wonders for your confidence," he observed. "Or perhaps it simply makes you more delusional. Whichever it is, I've got good news for you. Not only am I not backing out of our agreement, I'm interested in raising the stakes. Seeing as you seem to think your victory is inevitable, this is basically a gift." "Fine," I replied, "you have my temporary interest. How would you propose that we raise the stakes?" "Quite simple," he answered. "Right now we're fighting for little more than pride – the winner receives nothing more than the simple knowledge that he is stronger than the loser. I propose we put some teeth in this, and stipulate that the loser becomes the property of the winner." "Why on Earth would I want to own you?" I laughed. I liked the idea, but didn't want to tip my hand by appearing too eager. "I'm really only interested in beating you to a bloody pulp; owning a worthless piece of shit falls well outside of my interests." "Short-sighted as always," he sighed. "Have you considered just how easily I could monkey-wrench your entire plan? With nothing on the line, there's really nothing stopping me from surrendering out of pure spite, handing you a hollow, meaningless victory. Think about what you know about me as a person – would it be in any way out of character for me make myself vulnerable, lead you to believe that your victory is imminent, and then whisper "I surrender" into your ear just to see the look on your face when you realize that you went through all of this for nothing?" "Fine," I agreed, trying not to sound too excited. "We have a deal. The winner will take full ownership of the loser. When that happens, I just hope you'll remember that this was your bright idea." Rick removed his hand from my shoulder and extended it. Staring him dead in the eye, I grabbed his hand and shook it. As I headed to the bathroom, I hoped that I hadn't revealed too much. After draining my bladder, I checked myself out in Kate's mirror. I looked like complete shit; hardly unexpected given the previous night's events. As the gears in my head turned, I realized I could use this to my advantage. My appearance mirrored Rick's uninformed image of me – a beaten little girl who would never have the nerve to fight back. As long as he believed that was what I was, he wouldn't expect my attack. Splashing some water on my face I resolved to play up this false image until the time was right. Heading back into the living room, I found Kate standing in front of the couch. Sensing my presence, she spun around to face me, a look of pure hatred and disgust plastered on her face. I felt bad for the fact that she had been unwillingly involved last night, but I reminded myself that this was Rick's doing – not mine. "Kate, I know you're angry with me," I calmly stated, "and you have every right to be. I hope that in time we can resolve this and be friends again, but right now I think that you need some space. Please know how sorry I am, and give me a call when you think you're ready to discuss this." "Don't forgot to take your piece of shit boyfriend with you," she hissed, gesturing at Rick. I thought about correcting her. Rick was most certainly not my boyfriend, and no matter what happened next this was unlikely to change. I didn't want to start a fight, though, so instead I held my tongue and left, Rick following right behind me. "We've got about two hours," I explained, once out of the building, "until I have to meet my sister for lunch." "Until we meet your sister for lunch," he corrected. "No, I'm pretty sure I meant to say I," I replied, standing my ground. "Maybe if you beg me really nice I'll consider it, though." "We'll see," he laughed, looking a bit confused by my confidence. "Now, are you going to follow me to my car like a good girl, or shall I remind you of your place? As an added incentive, if you cooperate I'll let you sit in the front seat instead of the trunk." "You wouldn't put me in the trunk, would you?" I exclaimed, trying my best to sound afraid. "Try me, bitch," he growled, clearly buying my "frightened little girl" act. As I followed him to his car, I reflected on how easy it was to manipulate him. Anything that implied that I was afraid of him would be accepted as the truth, regardless of evidence to the contrary. Realizing that I could use this against him, I decided to put off my revenge until he did something worthy of my hatred. Getting into his car, I stowed my purse at my feet, thinking about how sweet that moment would be. Starting the car, Rick pulled out into traffic. I considered asking him where he was taking me, but it didn't seem like it really mattered. Hoping to build up the image, I simply sat quietly, doing my best to look nervous. After a brief drive, Rick parked his car in front of a sex toy store on South Street. Internally, I was ecstatic – I couldn't believe my good luck. Not only would I have a chance to procure the tools that I would need to humiliate him, I'd be able to con him into buying them. Externally, I did my best to act terrified. "Please don't make me go in there!" I begged. "I've never been in a place like that, and someone I know might see me! I'd be humiliated!",/p> "Well, I wouldn't want to humiliate you," he mocked. "Maybe I should strip you naked and carry you in by force. Would you prefer that?" "God, please no!" I pleaded, allowing him to think he was winning. "I'm sorry, I'll come in willingly. Please don't punish me?" "I'll let it slide this time," he laughed like an idiot. "But don't test my patience." I followed Rick into the store, silently laughing to myself about his ignorance. I was glad that I put off my revenge; building up his ego would make his fall that much more satisfying. Walking down the aisles, Rick stopped before a large display of various butt plugs. "What are these for?" I inquired, feigning ignorance and innocence. "Well, slut," he explained patronizingly, "these are for shoving up your ass. The nice thing is I'll be able to plug it when I'm not using it, and then when I decide to fuck you in the ass I won't have to waste as much time getting you ready. Since you're being so cooperative, by the way, I'm going to reward you. You may pick out which one you like; but be warned: pick one too small, and I will punish you for it." His warning was unnecessary. I knew that I wouldn't be the one wearing the plug, and I had no intention of letting him off with a smaller one. Still I needed something that would fit, which ruled out the largest ones. Picking up a medium sized one, I checked his reaction only to find that he looked unhappy with the selection. His looked changed to reluctant approval as I put it back and selected one slightly larger. I just hoped that he would remember that he wanted to go big when the time came. Walking further down the aisle, we passed a selection of strap-ons. Rick ignored them, but I lingered. Realizing that I wasn't following obediently behind him, he turned to see what I was doing. "God, you wouldn't buy one of these, would you?" I whimpered. "Why on Earth would I, you stupid bitch?" he laughed back. "In case you've forgotten, I have the real thing, and I think I proved last night that it works just fine." "That wasn't what I was thinking at all!" I protested, baiting the hook. "Never mind, forget I said anything." "You don't tell me what to do," he warned. "And you are on extremely thin ice. Explain what you were thinking, and do it quickly." "I'm sorry!" I pleaded. "I'll explain, just please don't be mad? Last night, I think it's pretty obvious that if Kate wasn't there, Jack would have jumped right in and joined you. I hate the idea of being turned into a whore for my friends' use, but I guess I can't really stop you. I've been worrying about that a lot, to be honest. The only real upshot is that most of my friends are female, so at least I don't have to worry about you letting them fuck me. If you had something like this, though, I'm afraid some of them might actually take you up on the offer." "Pick one," he ordered, oblivious as always. Looking over the selection, I picked up one that was approximately the same size as the butt plug that I had picked earlier. Rick shot me a look of disappointment, but didn't object. Before I could swap it for a larger one, though, he turned and continued down the aisle, beckoning for me to follow. Not wanting to push my luck, I remained silent for the rest of the Rick's perverse shopping spree. He picked up a handful of additional items – rope, lubrication, handcuffs; nothing too unexpected. After paying for the toys he led me back to his car, forcing me to carry the goods. As I got into the car I tossed the bags into Rick's back seat. Jumping in the front seat, I quickly grabbed my purse and reached inside before Rick could get in the driver's seat. Feeling the cool, black plastic of the stun gun, I quickly pulled it out and hid it behind my back. Rick got in and started the car. As he drove off, I continued to play the part of the terrified little girl, far too afraid to ask what was going on. Focusing on the grin on his face, I looked forward to the time when I would wipe it off. After driving a few minutes, Rick pulled into an empty parking lot. Parking his car at the edge furthest from the stores, he shot me a menacing look. Playing along, I gulped loudly. "Strip," he ordered. "Please don't hurt me," I whimpered, grabbing my shirt as if to pull it off. Buying into my act, Rick reached to the back seat for the bag of toys he had just bought. Struggling to reach, I saw my opportunity and jumped on it. With a single, fluid motion I whipped the stun gun out from behind my back and jammed it into his ribs as hard as I could. Before he had time to react, I pulled the trigger and pushed it into his body hard. Disappointingly, he didn't scream – though he did twitch, and quite a bit. As a crackling noise filled the air, I wondered how long I should apply the shock. Not wanting to risk a counterattack, I kept it up for a good ten seconds before taking my finger off the trigger. Rick's body collapsed uncomfortably between the two front seats, heaving with his gasps for air. "You fucking cunt," he hissed. "That's fucking cheating." "Please don't be mad at me," I laughed, mimicking my pleading from earlier. "Let me make it up to you. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it!" "Throw that fucking thing out the window and get naked, bitch," he demanded. His ignorance amazed me. "What's that?" I asked. "You want me to shock you again? I don't see how that will help, but I guess you're the boss." Jabbing the stun gun back into his ribs, I again shocked him. Feeling merciful, I only went for a couple seconds. He was clearly immobilized; I just wanted to remind him of his place. "Okay," he panted. "I get it. You're mad, I crossed the line. I'm sorry. Let's call a truce, okay?" "Rick, honey," I soothed, gently stroking his back, "you're not surrendering this easily, are you? I haven't even gotten a chance to pay you back for last night. I guess it's okay if you are, though. As I recall, that would make you my property – meaning that I'll still have my revenge." "Fuck you, cunt," he hissed. "I'll never surrender. You'll have to fucking kill me first." "Fine by me," I laughed, preparing to stun him again. "Wait!" he cried. "I'm sorry, please don't shock me again." "Is that fear in your voice?" I laughed. "I don't blame you if it is. You'd have to be insane to not be terrified right now. However, if you cooperate, I promise I'll be relatively gentle. You can start by getting your ass out of the driver's seat and into the trunk." "I can't," he whined. "I swear to god, I would if I could, but I can't move my body." "Poor baby," I mocked. "I'm pretty sure that you could if you tried hard enough. This says to me that you either think that I'm stupid enough to believe your bullshit, or that I'm too afraid to shock you again. Which is it, Rick? Am I a coward, or an idiot?" "That's not what it is!" he cried. "I swear to god, Sara, I would move if I could. Just give me a minute to catch my breath?" "Like you gave me a minute to catch mine last night?!" I shouted, filling with rage as the memories of his cruelty returned to my mind. "You're pushing me, Rick, and you don't want to do that. Do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up before you dig your hole any deeper. Now, I'm going to count to ten. If you're still in the car when I finish, I swear to god you will regret it." As I slowly counted to ten, Rick's body stirred into motion. Gradually crawling back into an upright position in his seat, he slumped up against the door. Fumbling, he eventually found the handle and pulled it, causing the door to open and his body to fall out onto the pavement. Pleased with myself, I reached into the back seat and grabbed the bags with ease; removing the handcuffs, rope, and butt plug. Walking around the front of his car, I found Rick's body on the ground. Struggling to breathe, he looked up at me with a look of sheer terror on his face. Smiling back at him I noticed that his feet were still inside the vehicle. Increasing my pace, I ran up to him and kicked him hard in the ribs. Enjoying the groaning noise he made as my foot slammed into his torso, I kicked him a few more times for good measure. "I instructed you to get out of the car," I explained. "I didn't say "get all of your body except for your feet" out of the car. I can't have you misinterpreting my instructions like that. You understand, don't you?" "Yes," he whimpered. "Good bitch," I laughed. "Let me give you a chance to prove it. I want you to sit up straight. I do not want you to dawdle or waste time, and I certainly don't want to hear any excuses." Rick struggled to comply with my order. If it were anyone else, I'd be worried that I had hurt him bad, but I figured that if the worst that Rick got out of this was a couple of broken ribs then he had gotten off light. It took him a bit longer than I'd have liked, but he eventually made it to an upright position. Once sitting up, I brought his hands behind his back and cuffed them together. Wanting to be thorough, I then wrapped the rope around his torso several times before tying it tight behind him. "See how merciful I can be?" I taunted. "Since you obeyed my order like a good little bitch I'm not going to have to punish you – at least not yet. Try to keep up the good behavior and get your slut ass in the trunk." Rick struggled to get to his feet. Truth be told, I doubt he could have pulled it off before I bound him, and being tied up wasn't helping his balance. Ignoring his struggles, I leaned over him and pulled the trunk release. Seeing that he had made no progress, I sighed heavily and helped him to his feet, then led him to the trunk. He paused in front of it, unsure how he would climb in. Feeling that he was testing the limits of my patience, I punched him in the back. Crying out in pain, he awkwardly tumbled into the trunk. After helping him get his legs into the trunk, I carefully placed the butt plug directly in front of his eyes. "If you hadn't stopped me," I reminded him, "I'd have picked a smaller one. Hell, if it had been up to me, I might have picked the smallest one they had. I want you to really look at this, and think about how it's going to feel when you are forced to take it. Keep that thought in your mind, and remember that you wanted it big." Slamming the trunk shut, I felt a wave of pride wash over me. Yes, Rick had won last night's battle, but he'd pay for every indignity that he forced upon me. Enjoying the sense of control, I hopped in the driver's seat and drove home, ignoring his muffled moans of pain. Parking the car, I looked around and found the street deserted. I walked back to the trunk with my stun gun ready. I was a bit concerned that Rick might have gathered his strength and escaped his bonds, and wanted to be prepared. Popping the trunk, though, I found that this was not the case. Rick was right where I had left him, still tied up, still pathetically helpless. Seeing the stun gun in my hands, a look of sheer terror came over his face. "Poor little fella," I taunted, gently stroking his hair. "You're in a lot of pain, and you don't want me to shock you again, do you?" "No, please," he whimpered. "Well, good news," I explained. "I don't want to have to shock you either – though I will if I need to, and I promise I won't feel even a little bad about it. Now, I'd like you to show me how obedient you can be, and kiss my stun gun. Hopefully my trigger finger doesn't slip; I don't think it would feel good on your face." As I extended the weapon, Rick leaned forward timidly to kiss it. Enjoying his obvious terror, I rubbed my finger over the trigger. Staring intently at my fingers, a tear rolled down his face. "That's a good little bitch," I commended him. "Now, let's get that slut ass inside. You've had enough rest that I think you should be strong enough to crawl out of the trunk, and I'm sure you're excited to try out your new toys." Rick looked relieved to have the weapon out of his face, but clearly wasn't strong enough yet to crawl out of the trunk. Impatiently, I tapped my foot as he struggled to thrust his upper body over the lip. Balancing his weight on the lip, he looked up at me as if to ask for help. No longer feeling patient, I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him out of the car, allowing him to painfully fall to the ground. The Contest Ch. 02 Plot 02 "You're moving entirely too slow, bitch," I warned. "I'm going to gather up your little toys. By the time I'm done, you had better be on your feet and ready to move." Ignoring his whimpering, I returned to the car and gathered up the bags. Turning around I was surprised to see that he had actually managed to make it up to his feet, though was clearly having trouble keeping up. Openly laughing at his pain, I grabbed the butt plug out of the trunk and headed into my apartment building, motioning for him to follow. Rick managed to keep up with my brisk pace, which was fortunate. I didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt over my actions, but I wasn't hoping for my neighbors to find out. Entering my apartment I shoved him to the floor and locked the door behind us. "The bedroom is over there," I coolly explained, gesturing in the appropriate direction. "Get your ass in there, and climb into the bed. Try to do it without taking an eternity, my patience is wearing thin." Rick groaned loudly as he struggled to his feet and began walking. Feeling that he was moving too slow, I gently kicked him in the ass. Feeling that he deserved worse, I kicked him again, a bit less gently. Enjoying his humiliated sobs, I continued kicking him until he finally made it to the bed and fell in. "Lie flat on your front," I instructed, picking up a pair of scissors from my dresser. "I'm going to cut you free, but only long enough that I can tie you up in a different position. If you make any moves other than what I instruct, I'll shove my stun gun between your legs and teach you the true meaning of pain." Rick complied with the order, rolling over on his stomach and holding still. Holding my stun gun to his ass with one hand and the scissors with the other I cut him free from the ropes, then unlocked the handcuffs. I don't know if it was fear of abuse or if he was just too weak to try anything, but he held still the entire time. Once I had him free I took a step back, leaving the cuffs on the bed. "Good slut," I praised him. "Now, let's get you out of those nasty clothes. Strip naked, and then cuff your right wrist to the bed post. Once that's done, I want you to lay your left wrist by the opposite post and close your eyes." Rich groaned in humiliation, but obeyed. Once he had completed the tasks and closed his eyes, I quietly approached him, stun gun in hand. Once close enough, I dropped my knee onto his wrist to pin it down. Rick winced in obvious pain as I tied the wrist to the bedpost. I almost felt bad for hurting him like that, but it was what I needed to do to make sure that he didn't try anything. Having secured his arms, I got up and went to work on his legs, lashing each ankle to a bed post. That job complete I lied down next to him, hoping to give him time to take in the situation. Gently stroking his chest, I looked him in the eye, taking great pleasure in his terrified appearance. I would have given anything to know what was running through his head at that moment. "So," I said, breaking the silence. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass. I'd like to know how that makes you feel." "Sara, please don't do this," he begged. "I swear to god, I've learned my lesson. You can beat me some more, you can shock me, I don't care, but please don't fuck my ass." "I don't know, if I keep beating on you you'll probably die," I mused. "You're not exactly in great shape, you know. Then I'd have to bury your flabby ass, and really, I just don't feel doing that." "Please," he pleaded, "I obeyed your orders, I know my place. I'll do anything else, but I'm begging you, don't fuck me in the ass!" "I suppose you have been obedient," I admitted. "However, I'm not so sure that you've learned your place. I do enjoy the begging, but I'd like to hear you describe your role here more explicitly. Refer to yourself as an obedient little slut pig, and suggest some activities I could engage in instead of fucking you like the bitch we both know you really are. Make it convincing, and maybe we'll work something out." Rick stared at me, a mixture of shock and contempt on his face. I assumed that his pride was simply overpowering his fear, and picked up the strap on. As I removed it from the package, his tone quickly changed. "Wait!" he begged. "I'm sorry. Please don't fuck your little slut pig in his dirty little asshole. Please fuck my mouth instead? I promise I'll get you off like the good little bitch I am!" "I guess that could be a bit more enjoyable for me in some ways," I agreed. "I'll make a deal with you. You have five minutes to get me off. Succeed, and you might just be able to keep your asshole virgin, at least for now." Slipping out of my pants, I climbed up over Rick's face and pulled my panties to the side. Lowering myself, he eagerly raised his head to meet me. I was a bit disappointed at just how eager he was – I wanted this to be abusive, not fun. As his tongue made contact, I quickly realized why he was so happy to accept my deal. Rick may have been a piece of shit, but he clearly knew how to pleasure a girl with his mouth. As he went to work on my clit I realized that five minutes was entirely too much time – he could likely have gotten me off in half of that. Not wanting to give in so easily, I did what I could to sabotage his efforts – playfully slapping him across the face, grinding my crotch back and forth; but nothing seemed to faze him. After only a couple minutes, I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching. As much as I wanted to cum, I couldn't let him off the hook so easily. Steeling my willpower I forced myself to dismount his face. "That was fucking pathetic," I lied through my teeth. "I'm going to do you a favor and stop you early. You've proven how inept you are, I see no reason to embarrass you for the full five minutes." "Yeah, that's what it is," he laughed sarcastically. "I'm sure you hated every second of my terrible performance." It was the wrong thing to say. He might have had some talent, but he absolutely did not have the right to correct me. He needed to realize that, and I knew how to educate him. Enraged, I picked up the strap-on. "Wait, I'm sorry," he pleaded, realizing the seriousness of his mistake. "I didn't mean to question you, please don't be angry. Please, just come back and fuck your slut's face a little more. I promise I'll try harder, and even if you cum I'll understand that it was in spite of my incompetence. Please forgive your little piggy?" "Too late," I growled, strapping the dildo into place. Approaching the bed, I savored Rick's obvious terror. He continued to beg, but I wasn't about to let him talk his way out of this one. Still, I didn't want to cut his suffering short. Realizing that I had time, I straddled his chest and aimed the tip of the dildo at his mouth. "Thank you so much," he gushed. "I'll be a good little slut and suck your cock all you want. I promise you won't regret it." His submission pleased me, but I didn't want him to get too comfortable. Inching the plastic dick back, I made him reach for it. Laughing as he strained his neck to reach, I continued to wiggle further and further back, until he could just barely touch the tip with his tongue. As he struggled to reach, I reached back and slapped him hard across the face, sending his head flying back into the pillow. Rick stared up at me with a surprised look on his face. He clearly didn't like being slapped, and was likely struggling not to say something that he'd regret. I looked at him with mocking eyes, as if to ask him what he was going to do about it. To my surprise, he managed to pass my test – rather than question my actions he simply lied back, his mouth agape in shock. Figuring that it was cruel to taunt him like this, I decided to give him something to do with his mouth. Inching forward, I positioned the tip of the dildo at his mouth and rammed it in hard. "I hope for your sake that you can suck cock better than you eat pussy," I warned. "This is your last chance. If you can't get me off this time, I'll have no choice but to fuck that tight little slut ass of yours. Understood, pig?" Rick tried to say yes, but found it difficult to do so with the plastic cock rammed down his throat. I considered taking it out so that he could answer, but didn't see any real reason to. It didn't matter if he agreed or even understood, as he had no say in the decision anyway. Unable to answer verbally, Rick instead tried to demonstrate his compliance by bobbing his head back and forth as much as our positioning would allow, eagerly sucking on the dildo. Surprisingly, this was actually quite pleasurable – the base of the dildo pressing against my crotch with each thrust of his head. Enjoying myself, I let him degrade himself for several minutes until his thrusts slowed. As his actions became almost insultingly labored, I pulled the dick out of his mouth. "Giving up already, slut?" I demanded. "No," he cried, "I'm sorry, I'm not giving up. My neck hurts really bad, please have mercy?" "Your asshole is going to hurt worse," I reminded him. "And after last night, I think it's established that you most certainly do not deserve mercy." "I know I don't," he admitted. "I know that I deserve everything that you've done to me and worse. You're a better person than me, though – everyone knows it. I guess I'm hoping that you'll show mercy to your slut, even though I don't deserve it." "I'm glad you're finally beginning to understand," I praised, gently stroking his face. "I suppose I can cut you some slack, just this once. Don't forget that you don't deserve it, though – I don't want you getting spoiled." Rick opened his mouth to thank me, but I wasn't interested in conversation. Forcing the dildo back into it, I gradually moved my hips forward, forcing it deeper into his throat. His distressed moans suggested that he didn't enjoy this treatment, but that wasn't my problem. Ignoring his suffering, I continued forcing it deeper and deeper, until his nose butted up against my belly button. Surprised and a bit impressed that he could swallow such a large object, I held the position for a couple seconds as he struggled against his bonds. "Once again, you manage to disappoint me," I sighed. "I show you mercy, you show me a disgusting lack of gratitude. A slut like you ought to be thrilled to have its owner's cock rammed down its throat, yet instead of moaning like a bitch in heat, here you are acting like you're in pain." Dismounting him, I ignored his apologies and grabbed the butt plug. Coating it in lube, I held it immediately in front of his face, making sure that he could get a sense for the size. Rick quickly shut up, his eyes widening in terror of what he knew was about to happen. "You've failed me, yet again," I explained. "Maybe it was my fault for letting you off with such mercy. Either way, you need to be punished. I'm going to give you another chance to demonstrate your lack of oral prowess, but this time, you'll have this up your ass the entire time. Understood?" Rick reluctantly nodded. He knew that he was beaten; there would be no talking his way out of this one. He looked like he was about to cry. "I'm glad you understand," I soothed, moving the plug closer to his face. "Now give it a kiss to show your respect, and brace yourself – I'm done with playing gentle." Rick leaned forward and gently planted a kiss on the tip of the butt plug. Savoring his fear, I slowly pulled the plug away from his face, dragging the tip downward along his chest. Reaching his crotch, I found a surprise – Rick was rock hard. "Looks like a certain little slut doesn't hate its punishment as much as it'd like me to believe," I laughed. "I can't say I'm surprised, though. You are a disgusting creature; I should expect you to act in disgusting ways. Still, I hope you don't think I'm going to have anything to do with your filthy little pecker." Rick groaned in despair as I positioned the tip of the butt plug at his anal opening. Applying firm pressure, it slid in more easily than I would have expected. After the first inch, though, I began to feel resistance. "You really should try to relax," I suggested. "You don't have a choice as to whether or not this is going up your ass, but you do have a choice as to how much you cooperate. Help me get it up there, and I promise I'll leave it in place for the time being. Resist, and I might just fuck you with it for no other reason than to watch you suffer." Rick didn't answer verbally, but he did scoot his ass down, doing his best to force the plug inside. Enjoying the act of forcing him to humiliate himself, I simply held the butt plug in place, allowing him to do all the work. It took a while, but eventually he managed to get it all the way in, groaning in humiliation the entire time. With the plug in place, I again mounted his chest. "I bet you're glad you insisted on a large one now," I taunted. "Who's the real size queen here, slut?" "I am," he confessed. "I'm sorry that I said such a false thing about you. It was very wrong of me, and I'm glad you're teaching me a lesson." "Save it, whore," I spat, slapping him across the face. "Your mouth exists to get fucked, not to speak." Plunging the strap-on back into his mouth, I again slowly forced it in as far as I could. Holding it in position, I was pleased to find that Rick had learned from his earlier correction. He was still clearly uncomfortable and having difficulty breathing, but he did his best to feign pleasurable moans. Taking pity on his situation, I withdrew the cock a bit and allowed him a moment to compose himself. Not wanting to spoil him, I then fucked his face in earnest. It was a lot more fun than I expected. With each thrust the base of the dildo rubbed up against my clit bringing physical pleasure, but more important was the feeling of power. I had total control over the situation – I could go rough or gentle, shallow or deep, and all he could do was make wet gargling noises. Unfortunately, it was also quite tiring – my position wasn't quite ideal, and I found that I could only go for a couple minutes before having to rest. I didn't want to give him a chance to embarrass himself by misusing his mouth as an instrument of communication again, so I simply thrust the dildo as deep as I could and relaxed. I doubt that Rick enjoyed that, but he diligently did his best to convince me otherwise. I continued in this manner for several minutes, occasionally slapping him or pinching his nose shut, just to flaunt my power. I could have gone for hours if I wanted to, but I did have to meet my sister for lunch and I still felt he needed to have his asshole raped. Reluctantly, I withdrew the cock from his mouth, marveling at the layer of saliva and tears coating his face. "I'm sorry to have to say this, slut," I sighed, "but it's just not enough. I've given you much, much longer than five minutes, and you still haven't made me cum. I don't think it's a time thing, either – you're just a miserable failure. You know what that means, don't you?" "You're going to fuck me up the ass?" he whimpered, lowering his eyes in shame. "I'm glad that you understand that you've left me no other options," I said. "I'm not heartless, you know. In fact, if you cooperate fully, I promise I'll go gentle – at first, at least. You'll be getting fucked hard before I'm done either way, though. Now, show me what an obedient little whore you are and beg your owner to fuck your slut asshole. Make me understand how much you want this." Rick's face contorted in emotional distress. He obviously didn't like the idea of begging for his own violation, but he understood that refusing my order would only make it more painful. I had no idea what he would do, but it didn't really matter. "Please fuck your whore, owner!" he blurted out after a few seconds, obviously struggling to make such a request. "Please shove your plastic cock in my dirty little asshole. I'm begging you, please fuck my ass!" "I suppose if you're that desperate, it would be cruel not to," I laughed, moving towards his ankles. "Since you're being such an obedient fuck toy, I'm going to free your legs so that you can participate more. Now, before you get any bad ideas in that empty whore head of yours, I need you to understand. If you kick me, or use your legs in any way other than facilitating your ass-fucking, I will make you suffer worse than you can possibly imagine. Is that clear, bitch?" "Yes, owner," he whimpered. "I promise I'll only use my legs to help you fuck my asshole. Thank you for trusting me." Rick showed me his compliance immediately after I severed the bonds on his ankles by lifting his knees into the air, providing me access. Laughing, I removed the butt plug and moved into position. Taking his ankles in my hands, I moved them up so that his legs were straight. Surprisingly, Rick didn't resist in the slightest, allowing me full control over his body. Aiming the tip of the strap on, I watched a look of panic creep over his face as he realized the time had come. Wanting to savor his expression, I lingered for a few seconds before gradually pushing the dildo in. As his facial expression changed to one of pain he turned his head to the side. "Don't you fucking look away!" I demanded, releasing his ankle to slap him hard across the face. "You're going to maintain eye contact until this is in you all the fucking way. I want you to describe what you're feeling, in graphic detail." "It hurts!" he cried. "And I can make it hurt worse," I warned. "God knows you'd deserve it, too. I don't give a fuck how much it hurts. What I want to know is how you feel, knowing that your owner is using your asshole for the first time." "It's humiliating," he moaned. "I feel completely powerless against you; totally at your mercy." "What else?" I hissed, enjoying his feedback. "I guess it feels right in a way," he admitted with struggle. "I brought this on myself, and I know that I deserve worse. It's fucked up, but I'm honestly glad that you're doing this. Thank you, owner. Thank you for teaching your slut a lesson." Something about his tone led me to believe that he was actually sincere, not just saying what he thought I wanted to hear. The idea was strange, but not undesirable – I honestly enjoyed the power I had over him, anyway. Wanting to reward his honesty, I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Pushing his knees back I forced the dildo further in until it was fully buried. He groaned a bit, but never stopped kissing back. "I appreciate your honesty," I said, breaking the kiss. "Let's explore this a bit. Tell me what you think I should do. You have my permission to speak freely." "I think you should use me however you wish," he answered. "That's a shitty cop-out," I hissed, slapping him lightly across the face while pushing the dildo in hard. "I said you have permission to speak freely, not that you have permission to dodge the question." "I'm sorry, owner," he whimpered. "To be honest, you should probably stop being so merciful with me. I wasn't half as merciful as you, and I don't deserve such gentle treatment. I hate to admit it, but I think you should probably fuck me as hard as you can." "That's a good slut," I praised, stroking his face. "And I have some good news: that's exactly what I was planning to do regardless of your answer." Leaning back, I raised his ankles high into the air, aiming them at the ceiling. Rick trembled in fear a bit, but did not resist. Slowly sliding the strap-on out of his ass, I looked him in the eye and rammed it back in hard, causing him to wince in pain. Enjoying the helpless look on his face, I repeated the process, again and again. As he had pointed out, he deserved no mercy – and that's exactly what I showed him. Fucking hard into him, I ignored his pained yelps and enjoyed myself. I liked seeing him squirm. I liked being in complete control. I really liked the way the base of the dildo kept grinding into my clit. I liked it all so much that I didn't stop, even when his pathetic whimpering gave way to pleasurable moaning. The Contest Ch. 02 Plot 02 I thought about untying him so that I could take him doggy style, but decided not to. It would be more appropriate to have him on his hands and knees, but I didn't feel that he had earned that much trust yet. Besides, I'd have other opportunities. Continuing my assault, I was pleasantly surprised to feel an orgasm building. I hadn't expected to cum, but I wasn't about to turn it down. Ignoring his pleasure and suffering, I focused only on my own; using his body to grind the dildo as I chose. By the time I brought myself off he no longer existed as a human to me; he was nothing more than an object for my use. I hoped that he could accept his new role, but it was okay if he couldn't. I knew that I could force him to. Done using his body, I unceremoniously pulled the strap-on out. Remembering his pathetic threat from the sex store, I reinserted the butt plug. "So I won't have to waste time getting you ready next time," I laughed. He didn't answer, but his eyes showed that he understood. Feeling quite pleased with myself, I took a moment to admire my handiwork. Rick's face was covered by his own saliva and tears, the bruise from where his head connected with the pavement was beginning to swell. His torso trembled, bathed in sweat and exhausted. His cock, however, was not quite as hard as it had been the last time I checked. Looking closer, I saw a small puddle of semen pooled on his stomach. I was mildly proud of myself, knowing that I managed to get him off without even trying. However, it concerned me that I hadn't given him permission to cum – in fact, he hadn't even asked. Not wanting to spoil him, I scooped up his cum in my hand, slathering it between my fingers. As he looked on with an expression of fear and confusion, I slapped him hard across the face with the same hand, leaving a sticking handprint where I connected. Enjoying his humiliation, I then rubbed his cum over the rest of his face. "You came without permission, you stupid bitch," I explained. "As punishment, you can now wear your shame. I hope it helps you to remember how you've yet again failed me." "Thank you for correcting me, owner," he whimpered. "I'm sorry that I failed you, and I'm very grateful for your undeserved mercy." The sense of power his words filled me with was incredible. I thought about running with it and correcting him more thoroughly, but chose not to – for now, at least. I had a lunch date with my sister that I had to get to. The Contest Ch. 03 Plot 01 A quick note from the author: Hi. This is one of two potential third chapters to a multi-part story. If you haven't read the first chapter yet, you should probably do that first. If you've enjoyed Sara's abuse in the first two chapters, this is the plot you want to read. If you'd like her to teach Rick a lesson, however, check out Plot Two. Anyways, Enjoy. *** The ride to the diner gave me time to calm down a bit. This wasn't exactly a good thing—I was still sexually frustrated to the point of distraction, but I was now increasingly aware of the reality of my situation. Rick may have been able to control me sexually, but he was neither my boyfriend nor my friend, and the only thing that I could trust him to do was to make the meeting with Rachael as embarrassing as he could. As we pulled into the parking lot of Michael's Diner, his grin confirmed my fears that he had something evil planned. "I need to use the bathroom when we get inside," I calmly stated, hoping to convey that I was no longer under his command. "No," he answered, sounding amused that I would ask. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I demanded. "I wasn't asking you if I could, I was telling you that I need to." "I guess I have only myself to blame for treating you so kindly," he laughed. "Show you the slightest mercy, and all of a sudden you're talking to me like you're in charge. I owe you no explanation, but I'll give you one anyway. You used Kate's bathroom two hours ago, so I'm sure you can hold it. Additionally, I suspect that you're secretly planning to clean yourself up and remove certain things from your panties. I don't blame you for wanting to get cleaned up; you do smell like a fish market, after all. However, after all the hard work I put in getting that vibrator strapped to your cunt, I'm not about to let you undo it on a whim." "Fuck you," I spat, hoping to show him that I wasn't afraid of him. "If I want to take this stupid thing off, I'll take it off. I don't need to go into the bathroom to do that." "Somehow, I doubt you have the balls to do that in public," he observed. "I'm curious, though, do you think that I lack the balls to strap it right back into place in public?" I held my tongue. He was right, I absolutely did not have it in me to pull a sex toy out of my panties in public. Additionally, if he had proven anything to me, it was that he would not hesitate to sexually humiliate me, especially with an audience. Entering the diner I saw Rachael standing by the counter. Turning around and spotting me, she headed over to greet me. I panicked a little, knowing that she'd almost certainly smell my juices when we hugged, but there was nothing that I could do. Less than two years younger than me, Rachael and I looked extremely similar. Physical similarities aside, though, our personalities were as different as night and day. Where I was shy and introverted, Rachael was outgoing and confident. I was obedient and well behaved; she was a bit of a rebel. When we were in school I got the grades, she got the boyfriends. This made put a fair amount of strain on our childhoods. Being so similar in age and looks, we were often compared to each other, a fact that neither of us appreciated. I resented her popularity; she resented the trust that authority figures seemed to have in me. We spent most of our childhood more as bitter rivals than sisters, but got over our differences and grew closer after high school. Rachael came in close for the hug. Accepting that there was nothing I could do, I hugged back, praying that she wouldn't notice the smell of vaginal secretion on my messy face. Her confused facial expression made it clear that I was not so lucky. "Why is Rick here?" she asked, glancing over at him. I hated that her question came right after the hug, implying that she knew he was responsible for my current state. "You know him?" I asked. "He's just tagging along, I hope that's okay." "Yeah, I know him," she admitted. "Is he your boyfriend?" "I don't know if 'boyfriend' is the best term," Rick interrupted before I had a chance to answer. "We don't really like each other very much at all, but I am the guy that's been fucking her." I was mortified, but Rachael laughed, indicating that she thought it was just a joke. It didn't surprise me that she would; I don't think she thought of me as the type of person to have sex, let alone a fuck buddy. As we walked to our table I glared at Rick, hoping to convey that it was absolutely not okay for him to make statements like that. He returned my angry glare with a patronizing smile and a pat on the head, reminding me how little he cared about what I considered to be okay. Arriving at the table, we took our seats. "So, Rick," Rachael began, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but you're nothing like the kind of guy that Sara normally dates. How did you two meet?" "We've actually known each other for a long time," Rick answered. "We've never been close, though. I'm a fairly open person, and your sister always struck me as a little repressed." "You got that right," Rachael laughed. "We used to joke in high school about how she'd need surgery to get the stick out of her ass." I shot Rachael an angry look. I expected Rick to try to embarrass me, but this was my sister. She should have been on my side. "Calm down, now," Rick chided me. "You might not like to hear it, but it's true. Anyway, I've been thinking that she could benefit from a good deep-dicking, so last night I gave it to her. And the rest, is history." "Rick, please shut the fuck up," I quietly demanded, growing more and more uncomfortable. "Cut him some slack," Rachael interrupted. "He's not wrong, you know. You'll be happier if you pull that stick out." "There is not a stick up my ass!" I shouted, hoping to make it clear that I was not okay with the conversation. "She's telling the truth, you know," Rick said to Rachael. "If there was, I'd have felt it last night." "Don't you fucking dare," I growled at Rick in warning. "Wait, what am I missing?" Rachael laughed. "Do you want to tell me something, Sara?" "I doubt she wants to tell you," Rick interjected, "so I'll tell you for her. Technically, I've never had sex with your sister. Last night I fucked her in the ass. I assure you, there was no stick blocking my path." About to lose my temper, I glared at Rick in warning. He again simply smiled back, as if to ask me what I was going to do about it. Powerless to stop him, I resolved to absorb his abuse as best I could and use it to fuel my hatred later. "Jesus Christ," Rachael exclaimed in surprise. "Is that why she was walking funny? God, did he really fuck you in the ass, Sara?" "Of course not," I lied. "He's a fucking liar, everything he says is a goddamned lie." "She's right, I do lie," Rick laughed. "But I'm not lying about this. If you don't believe me, you can ask her friends Jack and Kate – they watched the whole thing. Didn't they, Sara?" After asking his question he reached into his pocket. Pulling out the remote control, he calmly laid it on the table in front of him. His threat was clear: tell the truth, or suffer the consequences. "Okay, it's true," I admitted, "but it's not as bad as he makes it sound." "She's right," Rick laughed. "It's actually much, much worse. Sadly, neither Sara nor myself are at liberty to discuss the full details. Not yet, at least." "You're seriously blowing my mind here," Rachael announced. "You're telling me that my sister Sara, the same girl who ratted me out to mom and dad every time I tried to sneak a boy home, actually got ass-fucked in front of her friends?" "You cock-blocked your own sister?" Rick asked. "That's just cold. Now I don't feel so bad for what I did to you in the car." "More than once," Rachael elaborated. "I spent half my teenaged years grounded, just because Little Miss Stick-Up-Her-Ass couldn't keep her mouth shut." "Rachael, we've been through this," I reminded her. "We were young, I was stupid and trying to protect you. You said you forgave me. And as for you, Rick, I assure you that my sister does not want to hear about my sex life." "Your sister is an adult," he argued, "and is more than capable of telling me if she doesn't want to hear about something herself." "Exactly," Rachael agreed. "So, what happened in the car? Did my sister get her ass fucked again?" "Rachael, please don't encourage him," I pleaded, before Rick cut me off by holding his finger to my lips and shushing me. "Nothing like that," Rick explained. "Your sister was a virgin back there, and I want to give her time to recover before fucking her in the ass again. I did fuck her mouth, but that isn't what I'm referring to. While we were in the car, I brought her close to orgasm, but didn't let her cum. I did that over and over again, for about an hour. If it makes you feel any better, your sister now fully understands what sexual frustration means. In fact, she's likely still extremely frustrated right now." "Jesus, that's cruel," Rachael sympathized. "You have no idea how painful that can be to a woman. You're not going to keep her like that forever, are you?" "Of course not," Rick answered, "I'm not a monster. I just felt that she needed to learn a greater appreciation for the orgasms that she receives. I'm curious, though. Given all the times she caused you sexual frustration as a teenager, what would you want me to do? Should I prolong her suffering as a form of payback, or should I give her the satisfaction she desires?" I hoped that Rachael would be disgusted by the conversation, but it didn't seem like that was happening. If anything, the devious look on her face implied that she was more interested than she should be. I wanted to change the topic, but they were in far too deep to make that reasonably possible. "Well, she is my sister, and I wouldn't want her to suffer. I do love her, and all. On the other hand, though, you're right – I haven't completely forgiven her for the shit she put me through in high school. I guess if it was my call, I'd say that you should torment her a little longer, but let her cum before she loses her mind." "Sounds fair," Rick agreed. "Just to be clear, though, how long would you define 'a little longer' as?" "You're serious, aren't you?" Rachael asked. "You're actually giving me the power to decide when my sister's next orgasm is?" "Within reason, of course," Rick clarified. "I consider her my property, so of course I reserve the right to overrule you, but yes – if you'd like to, you can determine just how much abuse your sister must take before I let her cum. Interested?" I pleaded with Rachael with my eyes, unable to bring myself to vocalize my objections. I knew that she was still resentful, but this was crossing the line. She simply smiled back. "Absolutely," she grinned. "So, how does this work?" "Simple," Rick explained. "This remote control communicates with a vibrator. Before we came here to meet you, your sister strapped it to her clit. It was adorable, she begged me to test it on her, but I refused. Using this remote, we can give her pleasure, or take it away – all the while pretending that nothing out of the ordinary is going on." "That's incredible," marveled Rachael. "How do you know it works, though, if you haven't tested it?" "Good point," Rick answered. "Let's find out." Picking up the remote, he pushed a button. As the vibrator hummed into life, I felt myself slipping emotionally into the same state I had been in while in his car. I began to grind down into the seat, pushing it against my clit, before remembering that my sister was sitting across the table from me and forcing myself to stop. "Well, Sara, does it work?" Rick asked. "It does," I answered, my voice halfway between moan and whimper. "It's on a low setting right now," Rick explained. "This shouldn't be more than she can handle, though we do have to be careful – after what happened in the car your sister is probably quite volatile. We'll pay attention to her, and if she appears to be too close to orgasm, I'll cut it off." "Rick, please," I pleaded. "Don't ask me," he cut me off. "I've subbed out this responsibility to your sister. If you want to cum, ask her. Also, don't waste time asking me to just remove the toy – it's staying put until you get off." "Rachael, this isn't okay," I informed her, trying my best to sound stern. "I'm your sister, for Christ's sake! You need to stop this right now." "Or what?" she laughed. "Are you going to tell on me again? I love you, sis, but I think you're boyfriend's in the right on this one. You've always been a stuck-up cunt, and this is for your own good." "You don't know what he's capable of!" I protested. "If you knew the things that he's done to me, you wouldn't be taking his side!" "Like what, fucking you in the ass?" she laughed. "Want the truth, Sara? I'm glad he fucked you in the ass, and I don't feel the slightest degree of pity for you. I hope it hurt, and I hope that it was humiliating. You deserve it for the shit that you did to me. In fact, can I ask you a favor, Rick?" "You can ask," he answered. "I want you to fuck her in the ass again, and I want you to do it hard. Not right now, of course, but when you do, I want you to record it. Once you've got the video of my sister getting fucked like a whore, I'd like a copy. I'm not going to watch it or anything; I'm not the sick slut – but I want her to know that I have it." "That seems reasonable enough," Rick answered. "Though of course, I'll need Sara to agree. It just wouldn't be right to hand out video of her most private violations without her permission. So, what do you say, Sara? Are you okay with this?" "Of course not, you fucking morons," I protested, my voice more awash with lust than I would have liked. "Ah, too bad, Rachael," Rick consoled. "But hey, maybe she'll change her mind later. Now, I'm sure that I don't have to say this, but out of respect for your sister I have to ask you to not consider her refusal in your decisions about letting her cum. Please don't be tempted by the knowledge that I'd really have no way of knowing whether you're refusing her request because she refused yours or for some legitimate reason. Don't assume that just because you'd absolutely get away with it that you should do it." "Of course not," Rachael laughed as the waitress approached to take our order. "I would never take advantage of my own sister like that!" As Rick and Rachael ordered their lunch, I found the vibrator increasingly more difficult to ignore. I was able to prevent myself from outright moaning, but my heavy breathing made it clear that something was going on. Rick and Rachael seemed completely aware of how difficult it was for me, giggling like children every time they looked in my direction. When it was my turn to order, Rick picked up the remote control and looked at me, grinning like a lunatic. "I'll just have a glass of water," I whispered, hoping that by keeping my voice low I could mask the obvious lust I was feeling. "Don't do that," Rick interrupted. "Your sister and I both ordered food, if you don't get something we'll feel awkward." "Fine," I grumbled, not wanting to fight with Rick. "I'll have an order of french fries, I guess!" Rick had waited until the word "fries", and then cranked the power of the vibrator way up. As the waitress looked at me with confusion, I responded with an embarrassed smile while gripping the table tightly. Rick waited until she walked away before turning the vibrator back down. "Jesus, I thought she was going to explode," Rachael laughed, clearly understanding what had just happened. "Sara's weird," Rick explained. "It takes her a little while to warm up to it, but she enjoys being humiliated. You wouldn't know it from that adorably angry look on her face, but she loved that. If the waitress had hung around a few seconds longer, she'd have probably cum right there, and might have even let us all know verbally." "That makes sense," Sara mused. "I wonder, what else don't I know about my whore sister?" "I'm sure there's quite a bit," Rick answered, "but that's not entirely her fault. She's just now learning how much of a depraved little slut she really is, after all. For example, it was only last night that she found out she loves it in the ass." "Wait, she actually liked it?" Rachael laughed, sounding truly amazed. "Absolutely," Rick replied. "Sara, how many times did you cum last night while you were getting fucked in the ass?" "Twice," I growled, trying to murder him with my eyes. "But it wasn't entirely from the sex." "That's actually partially true," Rick explained, "though she's trying to be a bit deceptive. Sara wants you to think that she came because of other things that were being done to her while I was fucking her asshole, implying that she didn't enjoy her anal rape at all. That would be untrue; though it would have taken longer I absolutely could have made her cum from fucking her ass alone." "What other things were being done to her?" Rachael asked. "Nothing all too abnormal for the first orgasm," Rick explained. "I had her on top, and I was rewarding her for fucking hard, so I rubbed her clit." "And the second?" Rachael pressed, entirely too eager to hear about my rape. "The second was way more interesting," Rick explained, "though that wasn't actually something that I did. Do you know Sara's friend Kate?" "Kate Stubats?" Rachael asked, rolling her eyes. "You have to be making this up, Kate's almost as repressed as Sara! There's no way in hell that she'd lez out." "She didn't," Rick calmly explained. "And you're right, Kate is a bit repressed. Maybe when I'm done with your sister, I'll fix her up. I think it would be hilarious to make your sister suck her cunt." "Agreed," Rachael laughed. "She'd fucking hate that. Hell, both of them probably would." "Anyway," Rick continued, "Kate absolutely didn't 'lez out' with your sister. In fact, Kate was disgusted by the whole thing. But towards the end, right when I was pumping her ass full of cum, Kate spat in your sister's face. The bitch loves abuse, it pushed her over the edge." "Man, that's just awesome," Rachael laughed. "Is that really true, Sara? Do you actually get off on being spat on?" "I guess," I whimpered shamefully. I wanted to lie, but knew that Rick would just correct me and force me to tell the truth. "Don't just take her word for it," Rick encouraged. "Sara, lean over the table so your sister can find out for sure." "Yeah bitch," Rachael laughed. "Lean over so I can spit in your fucking face. I want to see if this actually works." I wanted to resist, but the constant vibration on my clit was wearing down my willpower. Deeply ashamed of myself, I reluctantly leaned over the table, presenting my face to my sister. Still laughing at my shame, she leaned over put her hand on the back of my head to hold me still, and spat directly in my face. Reeling back, waves of shame and pleasure washed over me. Rick was right, I did get off on the abuse, and the fact that it was coming from my own sister only made it hotter. At the same time, being spat on and being sexually stimulated by something my own sister had just done to me was shameful and humiliating. Again, my brain fought my cunt for control, and again, my cunt seemed to be winning. Feeling my orgasm finally approaching, I began to cry. "Now I feel bad," Rachael sighed. "I didn't mean to make her cry." "Don't be fooled by the tears," Rick advised. "She may be experiencing extreme emotional stress, but that doesn't mean she doesn't love this. Still, if you want to make it up to her, now's your chance. If I don't turn this off soon, she will cum. So what do you think, Rachael? Has your sister, who won't even allow you a simple copy of a videotape that doesn't even exist yet, earned that right?" The Contest Ch. 03 Plot 01 "Sorry Sara," Rachael said, "but I don't think you have. Cut the power." Rick did as she asked, leaving me just as frustrated as I had been in the car. Groaning in frustration, I wiped her spit off my face with a napkin. I glared at Rachael, unable to believe that my own sister could treat me so poorly. The waitress delivered our food, with fortunate timing for me. So soon after my last denial, Rick was unable to turn the vibrator back on without the risk of triggering an orgasm. I knew he'd likely make up for it later, but at the moment it was nice to be able to interact with a human being without looking like a sex-crazed maniac. "I'm sorry, Sara," Rachael apologized once the waitress was out of earshot. "I want to let you cum, but he asked if you had earned that right. I wouldn't want to lie to your boyfriend, you know. You understand, don't you?" "Rachael, please," I begged. "He's a sick fuck, but you're my sister. It's bad enough that you're involved in this, but you're not allowed to enjoy shit like this. Just please get this over with, don't drag this out." "I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to do whatever I want, bitch," she corrected. "You're the one that's powerless here – not me. Personally, I agree with Rick. You should have to earn the right to cum and you're wrong for expecting me to just give it to you for free. If you really don't want to drag this out, I suggest you apologize for the tone you took with me and ask what you need to do to earn your orgasm." "God damn it," I sighed under my breath. "Rachael, I'm sorry that I took that tone with you. You're my sister, I love you, and it was inappropriate. What do I have to do to get this over with?" "You can start by explaining what you mean by 'get this over with'. You know how ditzy I can be, I might have forgotten what we were talking about." "You're pushing it," I warned. Raising her eyebrows, she made it clear that it was not a good idea to bluff. Rick's facial expression also conveyed the message that she was pushing nothing. "Okay," I sighed. "What do I need to do in order to earn an orgasm?" "That's better," Rachael stated. "I thought that was what we were talking about, but I couldn't be sure. Just to be on the safe side, from now on I'll expect you to clearly state what you're asking for. No more hiding behind polite euphemisms like 'getting this over with'. If you want to cum like a whore, you can certainly beg for it like one. Understood?" "Understood," I answered submissively. "Please tell me what I need to do in order to cum like a whore." "Good," she replied sharply. "I'm going to give you three simple conditions. Fulfill them, and you get to cum. The first one is easy: I'm hurt that I had to find out what a whore you are from a stranger. You're my sister, and I love you too – even if you are secretly a raging slut bag. From now on, you're not to keep any secrets from me, no matter how degrading. Fair enough?" "Fair enough," I agreed. "And I'm honestly sorry. I didn't mean to keep any secrets from you." "It's okay, I understand," she sympathized. "It must be difficult, seeing as you really are a disgusting slut and all. Anyway, second condition. I want you to make cooperate with Rick in making the tape that we discussed earlier, and I want you to personally deliver me a copy." "Rick, you said she couldn't do that!" I protested. "Watch yourself," he warned. "I said that she has the right to decide when your next orgasm is, and I'm not going to jump in and second-guess the criteria she uses to make her decision. Besides, this sounds like a family matter. Leave me out of it." "Okay," I sighed in defeat. "I'll give you the tape, but you need to promise not to watch it." "Do you think this is a negotiation?" she laughed. "Since when do you tell me what I 'need' to do?" "She's just forgetting her place," Rick explained, switching the vibrator back on. "Sara gets stubborn when you don't keep her pliable. Like most women, though, the key to controlling her is right between her legs." "Understood," Rachael stated. "Truth be told, Sara, I hadn't planned to watch it. Unlike some people, I'm not a disgusting slut. I have no interest in seeing a worthless whore getting plowed in the ass, even if she is my sister. However, since you seem to think that you're in charge, I'm changing this condition. In addition to delivering the tape, I want your promise that you'll hang around and narrate it to me as I watch it." "Fine, I promise," I whimpered. Had Rick not turned on the vibrator, I might have been inclined to argue with her. The constant buzzing on my clit, however, forced me to remember just how much it hurt when he took away the pleasure. I did not want to experience it again. "Cool," she acknowledged. "Just one more condition and you get to cum. Must be exciting for a slut like you, huh?" "Please, Rachael, just tell me what it is," I begged. "Simple," she explained. "I want to see you suffer. Your bullshit meddling must have denied me dozens of orgasms throughout high school; payback's a bitch." "Wow," Rick laughed. "That's cold even by my standards, and I raped your sister in the asshole while her friends watched. I like you, Rachael." "I like you too, Rick," Rachael answered. "I'm glad that you're a part of Sara's life. Frankly, I've always thought she needed a nice, hard ass-raping, and I'm glad that someone finally delivered it." As lunch progressed, Rick and Rachael got closer with each other through conversation. In a screwed-up way, I found myself feeling jealous. Rick might not have been my boyfriend, but Rachael didn't know that and it felt wrong for her to flirt with him so openly in front of me. On a deeper level that I don't want to think about, I guess I secretly didn't want Rick losing interest in me, either. They didn't ignore me completely, though. Throughout the meal, they made a game of pushing me as close as they could to orgasm, only to deny me at the last moment. Rachael was particularly gifted at detecting the tell-tale signs that I was getting too close; no matter how hard I tried to conceal my impending satisfaction she always seemed to know just when to tell Rick to cut me off. Rick, on the other hand, amused himself by jacking up the power whenever a stranger wandered within earshot; taking delight at my surprised moans. Before long every single person in the diner knew something was going on with me, though no one seemed to want to find out what. By the time they finished eating, I was broken down entirely. Having been brought to the brink of orgasm and then denied more times than I could count, there was a literal puddle of cum in my panties, slowly seeping into my jeans. I wanted to cry out and scream – everyone in the diner already thought I was some sick freak anyway, but I knew it wouldn't help. The worst of it, though, was Rick and Rachael. In stark contrast to the hell I was experiencing, they were just sitting around laughing, acting as though nothing at all was out of the ordinary. "I had a lot of fun, Rachael," Rick announced, motioning to the waitress for the check. "But I'm afraid our time is nearly up. I said that I'd let you decide when your sister gets to cum, and I meant that, but if you're going to let her cum today it's going to have to be soon." "Very well," Rachael sighed, sounding disappointed. "Can I see the remote?" "Of course," Rick answered, passing it to her. "It's quite simple to use. You'll see the buttons are labeled with the numbers zero through seven. Zero is off, seven is the highest intensity." "Let's try that out," Rachael said, pressing a button. Though I couldn't see which one she pressed, the intensity on my clit told me it was seven. Collapsing in pleasure, I'd have cum right there if she hadn't immediately pressed zero. "Well, I can see it's working," she laughed. "I'll be honest with you, Sara, I'm really not sure what to do. As your sister, I hate to see you suffer like this, but you never seemed to have a problem keeping me from having sex when we were teenagers. In a way, it almost seems like you deserve to suffer. You understand, don't you? Tell me that you deserve to suffer." "I deserve to suffer," I whimpered. "Please take mercy on me. Please let me cum?" "Wow, that couldn't have been easy for you to say," she remarked. "Begging your own little sister to let you cum, even after all the terrible things I've just said right in front of your face. You really are a disgusting pig, you know." "I know," I tearfully agreed. "I suppose that deserves some reward," she said, turning the vibrator on to a low setting. "Moving on, let's discuss the video that you'll be starring in and delivering to me. Do you know what I'm going to do with it? After I'm done watching it with your expert narration, of course." "I don't," I admitted, "but I won't object, I promise. Please just let me cum?" "You're learning," she laughed, turning the vibrator to a higher setting. "I'm glad you understand that you don't have the right to object, but I feel you should know just the same. I'm going to show it to people. I don't have anyone in mind specifically, but I'm sure it will see lots of use. All my life, I've been hearing how I need to be more modest and hardworking like you. Well, now when I hear that I can show them how hard you work getting a cock up your sloppy asshole." "I understand," I whimpered, "and I don't blame you. I promise I'll make sure the video is as degrading to me as possible. You can trust Rick to hold me to that, and he's a master when it comes to humiliating me. I'm doing everything you've asked, Rachael, may I please, please cum now?" "Just one more thing," she said, again increasing the vibrator's speed while motioning for me to lean forward. Submissively, I leaned forward, not knowing what to expect. Rachael leaned in to meet me, again wrapping her hand around the back of my head. Closing me eyes in anticipation of more abuse, I instead felt her bring her face to mine and press her tongue against my lips. Opening my mouth, she shoved her tongue into it, probing deeply. I had always considered myself heterosexual. I had never been with a woman, or fantasized making out with one – much less my sister. As wrong as it felt on a conscious level, though, I didn't want it to stop. Kissing back, my climax finally arrived. Sensing my orgasm, Rachael broke the kiss. I opened my eyes just in time to see her pull her head back and spit. Laughing at me she slapped me playfully across my face, sat back down, and dialed the vibrator up to seven. Fully in the grips of orgasm, I no longer cared how I was seen. I moaned loudly while massaging my own breasts with one hand, and my sister's saliva into my face with the other. I knew everyone was watching, but I didn't care – by that point I couldn't imagine that any of them had an ounce of respect for me anyway. As my orgasm wound down I was vaguely aware of the men at the next table applauding my performance. The waitress delivered the check, looking at me with the same contempt and disgust that Kate had shown earlier. I wanted so desperately to get out of there quickly and never return, but Rick insisted on taking his sweet time paying for the food. He seemed elated, knowing how much shame I was feeling. Rachael seemed rather pleased by it as well. After finally settling up, I followed Rick out of the diner towards his car. Rachael walked behind us, seemingly embarrassed to be seen too close to me. That hurt, especially considering that she largely was responsible for the scene I had just caused. "Think there's any chance you could take me home, now?" I asked. "I'm exhausted; I want to take a nap." "I don't blame you," Rick sympathized, "but sadly, I cannot. You made a promise to your sister, and I intend to hold you to it." "I know that you will," I accepted, "but does it have to be today? After what happened in there, I don't intend to see Rachael for a long time." "Actually, you'll be seeing her again as soon as we get back to my place. Who did you think was going to hold the camera?" The Contest Ch. 03 Plot 02 Gazing over Rick's broken body made me swell with pride. It wasn't just the physical damage, or the humiliated look on his face, but the whole thing in its entirety. Collapsed on my bed, his chest gently heaving for breath, his flesh conveyed a sense of complete and utter defeat. I could have untied him and he still wouldn't have had the balls to get up without my permission. The sense of control was a powerful high. It wasn't quite enough, though. Rick had humiliated me in public, my retribution was in private. Though his appearance claimed otherwise, I knew that somewhere in him there might still be a spark of rebellion, and that spark needed to be extinguished. I understood that he was no longer a human being; he needed to understand it as well. Taking the stun gun in my hand, I approached him. Applying it to his left arm, I pulled the trigger and gave him a brief, 3 second shock. I felt a little guilty abusing him like that, but I needed him good and passive for lunch. I might let him regain his physical strength someday, but that wouldn't be until he understood his new role in life. "Have I displeased you?" he sobbed pathetically. "Frequently," I replied. "But that one wasn't punishment. I'm taking you to lunch with my sister, and with your talent for doing stupid shit I don't want you getting yourself into trouble. Keeping you weak is for your own good." "Please don't," he begged. "I've been a good little bitch, please just leave me here tied to your bed." His sudden concern surprised me. I assumed that he didn't want to be humiliated in public, but that wasn't my problem -- my problem was that he somehow thought I would be concerned with what he wanted. Walking around the bed, I shoved the stun gun in his right arm and gave him another three second shock to keep him submissive. After giving him a few seconds to calm down, I shocked him again for his backtalk. "A good little bitch would know better than to argue with its owner," I calmly explained as I freed his arms. "A good little bitch would jump at the chance to serve." "I'm sorry, owner," he groaned, clearly in a lot of pain. "I just didn't want you to be angry at me in public. Thank you for correcting me." Ignoring his apology, I tossed him his shirt and ordered him to put it on. The rest of his clothing lay in a pile on the floor. His pants and socks were clean enough, though his underwear was a bit gross. Mildly disgusted, I tossed it in the trash as I waited for him to awkwardly struggle into his shirt. Once he finally had his shirt on I ordered him to get on the floor in a kneeling position. From behind, I wrapped the rope around his waist a couple times, then lashed his wrists to the loops. Tightening the knots, I made sure that he would be unable to move either hand more than a few inches from his waist. Approaching my dresser, I selected a lacy pair of panties for him to wear. Returning to him, I made sure that he could see them. His face conveyed that he didn't want to wear them, but I wasn't about to let him go out without underwear. That would be undignified. "Can you at least take out the plug, first?" he whimpered. "I might have if you hadn't taken so fucking long putting your shirt on," I lectured, pushing his torso back onto the bed. "Now we just don't have time for that." He cooperated as I dressed him, individually raising his feet so that I could put the panties and pants on. With him fully dressed I rubbed my hand over the back of his pants, feeling for solid base of the butt plug. Finding it, I pushed in hard, wanting to make sure that I had his full attention. "I'm taking the stun gun with us, and it will never be out of my reach," I explained. "If at any point you're able to move your hands more than three inches from your waist, you will receive a ten second shock and then be retied. If at any point the butt plug manages to get out of that tight little ass of yours, you will receive a ten second shock and then have it reinserted. I am fully willing to do these things to you in public, and I promise you no mercy if you force me to. Is that understood?" "Yes, owner," he answered submissively. "Good bitch," I laughed, pulling him to his feet. Before leaving the apartment I selected a jacket and tossed it on him. He looked ridiculous in it, the jacket being far too small and obviously meant for a woman. However, it covered the rope that lashed his wrists to his waist, and I figured it could spare me some embarrassing questions. Walking him out to the car brought some strange looks from my neighbors. Even dressed, the damage that he had sustained was quite obvious. No one said anything, though, so I figured it would probably be okay. Exiting the building, he walked up to the trunk and waited for me to open it. I'd have been happy to make him ride in the trunk again, but the street was no longer deserted and I didn't want to raise too much attention. "I'm going to show you yet another act of undeserved kindness," I sighed. "Since you were such a good little slut in taking my cock all the way up your tight little ass, you get to ride up front like a real human. Now, I am a bit concerned that you might misinterpret this, so I want to be perfectly clear. This does not make you human in any way – you're still nothing more than a worthless fuck toy. Is that understood?" "Yes, owner," he answered, lowering his eyes. "I'm not a human, I'm a worthless fuck toy. Thank you for being so kind to me, I promise I won't forget my place." Satisfied with his answer I got into the car, let him in, and drove to the diner to meet my sister. Each bump in the road triggered a pained groan from Rick, I suspect due to the large hunk of latex that was currently inside him. Enjoying his reaction, I made sure to hit every pot hole on the way. When we pulled into the parking lot, I took the speed bump at 35, causing him to outright moan. We entered the diner and found Rachael waiting by the counter. Seeing me, she approached and gave me a hug in greeting. Noticing Rick, she broke off the hug and glared at him. "You look like shit, Rick," she coldly stated. Rick stared at the ground, looking no less nervous than when I had strapped on the dildo earlier. Suddenly, his reluctance to come with made sense. Clearly he knew my sister, and in all probability had done something with her that he knew I wouldn't be happy to learn about. Rachael and I were two very different people. Where I had always been shy and reserved, Rachael was fearless and outgoing. These personality differences translated to our love lives – Rachael had her first boyfriend years before I had mine, despite being younger. I certainly wouldn't call my sister a slut, but I knew that she occasionally had sex with men she wasn't dating, and suspected that's how she knew Rick. "Is there something you'd like to tell me, you disgusting piece of shit?" I hissed into his ear while grinding the tip of the stun gun into his ribs. I didn't plan to shock him, but wanted him to know that this was serious. "Sara, it's probably best you don't know," cautioned Rachael while Rick held his tongue. Her warning implied that my suspicions were true. Rachael and I talked about many things, but sex was not one of them. For whatever reason, our family just didn't discuss such matters. I don't know if it was the feeling of power that I was experiencing, but I was ready to change that. "Rachael, we're grown women," I argued. "It's time that we stopped pretending that discussions about sex are off-limits. We both have it, it should be okay to talk about it." "I'm okay with that," she answered. "You're right. We're sisters, we should be able to discuss anything." "Rachael and I dated!" Rick blurted out. "We absolutely did not," Rachael laughed. "God, what woman in her right mind would date you, Rick? Sara, Rick was basically a friend with benefits. Wait, that's not accurate – I wouldn't call him a friend. Honestly, he really is a piece of shit. I'll admit, however, that he does have some talent in bed." Bringing the stun gun up to Rick's throat, I reached around with my other hand and applied pressure to his ass, forcing the butt plug in. I was not happy with him at all. He was right to want to stay home – this new information earned him no mercy. "So, let me get this straight," I hissed into his ear. "You've fucked my little sister. You've lied to me, in claiming that you were dating her. You've also slandered her by making such a disgusting accusation. Is there anything else I should know, or should I just take you out back and slowly beat you to death right now?" "I'm so sorry, owner," he whimpered back, keeping his voice low. "You have every right to be angry with me. I know that you'll punish me for this, and I promise that I won't resist. I know that I don't deserve it, but I hope you'll give me a chance to show you that I understand how wrong I am." "Don't get too mad at him," Rachael suggested. "He's a piece of shit, but it was consensual. I may regret knowing him, but I don't regret sleeping with him." Taking a deep breath, I calmed down a bit. I was still angry and disgusted with Rick, but getting arrested for beating the shit out of him in the lobby of a diner wasn't going to fix anything. Besides, a quick beating wouldn't be nearly enough. If I stretched it out over time, I could make sure that his suffering would be sufficient. As the waitress called our name, I removed my hands from Rick and followed her to our booth. He looked relieved, as if he had somehow been let off the hook. I considered correcting him, but it seemed pointless. He'd learn soon enough. "So, why Rick?" I asked Rachael as we took our seats. "I mean, you can do so much better." "Honestly, Sara?" she replied. "It's entirely a sex thing. He's an obnoxious douchebag, but he's good." Rick's facial expression mutated slightly. He still looked nervous and afraid, but there was definitely some pride going on there too. Jabbing the stun gun back into his ribs, I reminded him that this was no time to feel proud. "He's not that talented," I corrected her. "And obnoxious douchebag is a massive understatement." "Wait, how do you know?" she asked, slowly realizing the answer. "Jesus Christ, Sara! You're not actually dating this piece of shit, are you?" "God no," I laughed, enjoying the pained reaction on Rick's face. "But you know, you were honest with me, so I'll be honest with you. I'm fucking him, but I'm in control. I know how much of a douche he is, too, but I'm training him to be better." "Good luck with that," she laughed. "There's no way you're capable of fixing that damage." "Sara's stronger than you think," Rick interjected. "If anyone can do it, it's her." It was cute seeing Rick stand up for his owner like that, but the cuteness didn't justify speaking out of turn. Sliding over to him I ran my hand under his shirt and up his chest, grabbing his nipple. Pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, I applied pressure and twisted it hard. "Rick, honey," I whispered into his ear. "Have you forgotten what your mouth is for again? You're in more than enough trouble as it is, you don't need to make it worse. If we want you to speak, we'll let you know. Otherwise, you will sit there in silence like a good bitch." Removing my hand from his shirt, I slid back away from him. Rick quietly lowered his head, staring at the table. Rachael stared back and forth between Rick and I, clearly amazed. "What the hell was that?" she asked, her eyes wide. "That," I explained, "is how I train him. He's not bright enough to obey verbal commands on their own yet, but if you add a bit of pain it eventually seeps into his thick skull." "Christ, Sara," she replied, still sounding amazed. "How far have you taken this?" "Full honesty?" I asked, as she nodded back. "I spent the better part of this morning beating and shocking him. Once he was too weak to move, I took him home, tied him to my bed, and fucked his mouth. For good measure, I then took a strap on and helped myself to both of his holes. It started as a punishment, but the little slut loved it – you should have seen him fucking back like a bitch in heat." "You're seriously blowing my mind right now," she commented. "Is that why he's walking so weird?" "I'm sure it's a part of it," I explained, "but there's two other factors that are contributing to it more. If you look under his jacket, you'll see that his hands are currently tied down, which I'm sure is hurting his sense of balance. More importantly, though, there's an impressively large butt plug lodged in his asshole that he's forbidden from removing." "I can hardly believe this," she marveled. "Anything else you'd like to share?" "I think that's about it," I laughed. "He calls me owner now, and he is wearing my panties – he said they made him feel 'pretty', but that's the big stuff." As Rachael processed the new information, the waitress arrived to take our order. I ordered a cheeseburger, large fries, milkshake, and some bacon. I was hungry after all the physical activity. Writing down my order, she turned to Rick. "I'll have a number six," he began, struggling to sound normal. "You most certainly will not, you flabby slut," I cut him off. "He'll have a diet soda. Nothing more." The waitress looked confused, but wrote down the order. After taking Rachael's order, she hastily made her way away from our booth, clearly uncomfortable. Rick looked at me with longing eyes. He was probably just as hungry as I was. "So, Rick," I began, keeping my voice at a reasonable volume so that Rachael could hear. "Are you trying to disappoint me?" "No, owner," he attempted to whisper into my ear. I pushed him back, not wanting to let him get so close. "I can't hear you, bitch," I warned him. "No, owner," he choked out, a look of deep shame on his face. "I'm sorry." "Let's recap," I sighed. "In addition to all of the shitty things that you've done you now apparently think that you have the right to order your own food. This is actually quite hilarious, as your gut clearly demonstrates that you lack the intelligence to decide what to eat on your own. Furthermore, you tried to keep your voice low; no doubt an attempt to hide the shame of your role from my sister. I might understand and even forgive such a transgression, but in case you've forgotten you're already in trouble for hiding things between sisters." "I'm sorry, owner" he mumbled. "You're always 'sorry, owner'," I snapped. "It's not enough, Rick. I'm beginning to think that I should just toss you in the dumpster out back, shock you until the batteries run dry, and walk away. Is Rachael right? Are you really just a lost cause that I'm wasting my time on?" "No, owner" he cried, clearly terrified. "I didn't think, and I fucked up, but now I know better. I promise I won't try to order food ever again, and I promise I won't try to hide my role!" "More empty words," I sighed. "Show me that you've learned. Tell my sister exactly what you are." Rick slowly turned to face Rachael, gulping deeply. I could see that this was difficult for him. Rick had a lot of pride, and admitting his place to a woman that he most likely considered a conquest would be a challenge. I thought about calling him off, but Rachael seemed interested. "Rachael," he said, his voice awash in shame. "I'm your sister's property. Everything that she said about me is absolutely correct. I belong to her, and she can do whatever she wants to me." "I'm honestly just completely amazed," Rachael laughed. "And don't worry about me, Sara – I absolutely approve of this. I just wish I had beat the shit out of him first." "The beating definitely helped," I explained, "but the ass-fucking was what I think did the trick. You should have seen him begging, it was hilarious. At first he was begging me not to, but before long he was begging for it hard." "You're kidding," she laughed. "He actually didn't want it in the ass? Rick, you of all people really shouldn't be surprised when someone turns around and gives it back to you." "Rachael, you didn't actually let him," I began, connecting the dots in my mind. "Oh god, no," she cut me off. "That's not to say he didn't try, though. Could never get too comfortable with him, always knowing that he'd try to stick a finger where it didn't belong. In fact, you don't mind if I get a little revenge, do you?" "Not even a little," I encouraged. "But I'm not taking him to the hospital, so if you go too far you have to help me dispose of the body." Rachael inched closer to Rick and playfully slapped him across the face, testing his reaction. It didn't look like it hurt him physically, though he clearly didn't enjoy the humiliation. Looking over at me, he seemed to be begging with his eyes for me to intervene on his behalf. Ignoring his plight, I laughed as Rachael hit him again with a bit more force. "You're free to continue if you like," I explained, "but I feel I should warn you. That sticky shit on his face is mostly his own cum." "Eww, seriously?" she asked. "Yeah," I answered. "I told you; this slut really, really likes being fucked in the ass. I'm sure he'd be happy to lick your fingers clean, though." Rick grumbled, but obediently opened his mouth. Rachael hesitated a bit, but eventually held her fingers in front of his mouth. Realizing he'd receive no mercy from me, Rick extended his tongue and went to work cleaning them. Once her fingers were sticky with his saliva, Rachael wiped them across his face, scooping up cum in the process. Once satisfied, she shoved them into Rick's open mouth. I think Rick thought that she wanted him to suck them clean, but he was mistaken. As an evil grin crawled over her face, Rachael rammed the fingers deep into his throat, causing him to gag. Surprisingly me with her sadism, she allowed him no recovery time before roughly pumping her fingers in and out of his mouth. Rick looked to me for mercy as tears began to run down his face, but I figured he probably deserved it. Besides, I was amused by the sounds he was making; identical to the ones he made when I was fucking his throat. As the waitress approached with our food, Rachael removed her fingers and slid back away from Rick. The juxtaposition of the two was almost comical – she looked as normal as ever, he looked quite understandably as if he had just been assaulted. Placing our food in front of us, the waitress left Rick's drink on the edge of the table, apparently not wanting to get too close to him. As she walked away, Rick stared longingly at the glass. Ignoring him, I reached for my milk shake and took a sip. The cool fluid was like heaven – I hadn't really drunk anything since I woke up. I thought about Rick's situation – he had been sweating, crying, and cumming all day long, and I hadn't given him anything to drink. Taking pity on him, I sighed and slid his drink in front of him. "Thank you, owner," he cooed as he lowered his head to drink. Unfortunately for Rick, neither the waitress nor I had inserted the straw in his glass. With his hands bound, he had no choice but to awkwardly slurp at the edges of the glass, getting more of the drink on the table than in his mouth. Irritated, I grabbed the glass away from him. "You're like a fucking farm animal," I scolded him as I inserted the straw. "I suppose it's my fault for thinking that you might be able to act like a human being for just a little while. I should know by now that you're hopelessly incapable of such a task." "I'm sorry, owner," he submissively replied. I could tell that he hated this. Rick had always been so proud and independent; being completely dependent on me for his most basic needs must have been devastating. If he had been just slightly less obnoxious, I might have shown him mercy and permitted him a modicum of freedom. Unfortunately for him, this was not the case. I needed him devastated, needed to crush any foolish misbelief that he might have in his value as an individual. As he watched in silence, I picked up his glass and greedily drank half of the refreshing fluid inside it before sliding it back in front of him. The Contest Ch. 03 Plot 02 "Drink it slowly," I warned. "I don't want you getting any more spoiled, so this is all that you're going to get until later. I know it's probably impossible, but make believe as if you were a real human being and try not to embarrass me any further. If I hear you slurping – hell, if I hear you making any sounds at all – you'll be wearing that, not drinking it." "I understand, owner," he sobbed. "Thank you." Lunch was enjoyable. As we ate, Rachael and I took full advantage of our newfound ability to discuss sex. It was nice, for the first time I really felt like she was my friend, and not just my little sister. Rick, to his credit, managed to sit silently the entire time, even as the discussion turned to his own various perversions and shortcomings. It couldn't have been easy for him, given how intentionally cruel we were in our discussion. Taking a final bite, I looked down at my plate. I had been hungry when I ordered it, but there was more food than I had expected and I couldn't finish it. There was still half a plate of fries that Rick stared at longingly. "Want my fries?" I asked Rachael, sliding them towards her but leaving the plate under Rick's face. "Nah, I'm stuffed," she answered. "Oh well, guess they'll just get thrown out," I stated. "It's too bad, I hate wasting food." Rick whimpered quietly. He must have been starving, and having the food so close to him really tested his self-control. He begged me with his eyes, knowing that he would be punished if he spoke without permission. "Is there something you'd like to ask me?" I laughed, taking pity on his situation. "No, owner," he whimpered, lowering his head. "Aww, poor little fella," I chided, sliding closer to him and scratching him behind his ears. "You're really hungry, aren't you?" "Yes, owner," he replied, submissively keeping his eyes down. "Poor guy," I sympathized. "You haven't eaten anything since last night. Well, except for my cock. And Rachael fed you something before the food got here, too. Sadly, you're going to be hungry a lot from now on – at least until you lose that disgusting layer of flab. Even if I wanted to feed you, this is people food. I'll tell you what, though -- we'll stop by the pet store on the way back and see if we can pick you up some slut food." "I understand, owner," he sobbed, barely able to contain his disappointment. "Thank you for explaining it to me." "So, not to change the topic," Rachael interjected, "but what are your plans with him? I mean, once you've gotten him all trained up, what next?" "Honestly, I haven't even thought about that," I admitted. "I guess I was just going to throw him away, but now that I say it aloud it seems a bit wasteful. Maybe I'll teach him how to actually please a woman and whore him out to my friends – I have to admit, he does have some potential." "Planning on giving a family discount?" Rachael laughed. "God, you're horrible," I laughed back. "And cheap – I doubt I'll be able to change much more than a couple of quarters for his services anyway." "Well, let me know when he's available," she replied. "You've got your first customer already. Also, let me know if you need any help with his training; I'm sure I could pitch in." "Feel like training him right now?" I suggested, not wanting to be outdone by her boldness. "I'm game if you are," she answered. "What did you have in mind?" "This morning he tried to go down on me. It was fucking atrocious, like having a limp, spongy noodle artlessly rammed into my crotch. If he's going to earn his keep, he's going to need to learn to eat pussy." "You're serious, aren't you?" she asked. "Why not?" I replied coolly. "We're in a corner, no one's around, you know that waitress is avoiding us out of fear of getting to close to this piece of shit. He can slide his ass under the table, and you're wearing a skirt. If anyone notices, we can blame it all on him. You're not chicken, are you?" "Hell no," she laughed back. "Let's do it." "Rick, baby," I explained, "you're going to get yet another chance to fail me. I want you to suck my sister's cunt, and try not to fuck it up. If you do a good job, I might just reward you with some of these fries. If you disappoint me again... Well, I pretty much expect you to, so I guess I can't be too angry about it. Still, remember that I'm deciding whether to make you my whore or simply toss you out with the garbage when I'm done training you. You do want to be my whore, don't you?" "Yes, owner" he answered, a bit too eager. "More than anything." "Then why the fuck aren't you on the floor between Rachael's legs where you belong?" I laughed. Rick scrambled to get under the table. It wasn't easy for him – though he was nowhere near as fat as I had been pretending he was, he was certainly not a small man. Awkwardly fumbling, he eventually managed to get under the table, bumping his head on the way. As I watched Rachael lean back and relax, I felt Rick's body clumsily bump into my legs. Wanting to encourage him to be more careful, I gave him a gentle kick in the ass, driving the butt plug deeper and triggering an uncomfortable groan. I hadn't meant to hit the butt plug, but I was okay with it. Hopefully he'd learn to be more careful. "Think I should pull my panties aside for him?" Rachael asked. "No," I answered. "He still has teeth, and if he wants to keep them then this would be a good opportunity for him to prove that they can be useful. Besides, I want to train him as a full-service whore, the customer should be able to just sit back and let him do all the work." As Rick's body stopped squirming, I watched Rachael's face. Though I obviously couldn't see through the table, her expression told me what was going on. As I watched as it transition from confidence, to surprise, and ultimately to pleasure; I knew that Rick was doing his job. "Let him keep his teeth," she half-moaned, half-laughed. "Jesus Sara, he's sucking on my clit! Holy Christ that feels good!" In all my joking about how terrible Rick was at oral sex, I forgot that he did actually know what he was doing. It made me a little nervous – I didn't want him to start feeling good about himself, even if it was for the one thing he was meant for. Hoping to distract him and throw him off his game, I braced the heal of my foot against his ass, aiming it for the base of the butt plug, and pushed hard. A defeated grunt echoed from under the table, followed quickly by a lustful moan from my sister. Wanting to see if it was a coincidence, I repeated my action and got the same results. "Fucking hell," she moaned, "whatever you just did, don't stop doing it." Shrugging, I continued rhythmically pumping my foot against Rick's ass. I enjoyed abusing him, and didn't really need an excuse to continue. It wasn't like he was going to object, anyway. As I continued, though, I began to feel strange. A couple hours ago, I had never even discussed sex with Rachael, and now I was actually witnessing her engaging in a sex act. Additionally, in my mind Rick was nothing more than an object, and it was clear that my actions on him were influencing his actions on my sister. Even though I wasn't touching her, it felt very much like I was fucking my own sister using Rick as the sex toy. What was strange was I didn't necessarily dislike the idea. Allowing myself to embrace the control, I pumped hard, enjoying Rachael's moans of pleasure. After a minute or so, Rick's grunting sounded less painful and more pleasurable. After another few minutes, I heard him trying to speak between his moans. "Owner," he begged, "may I please have permission to cum? Please? I don't think I can hold out much longer." I was a bit concerned. Rachael was able to keep her moans quiet enough so as not to be heard, but Rick needed to be loud for me to hear him. It didn't seem like anyone else in the diner had heard him, but I didn't want to risk it. "You may," I sighed. "But not until after my sister gets off." It didn't look like that was going to be much of a challenge; Rachael was clearly close to the edge. As her orgasm gripped her, I pushed hard on Rick, shoving him further between my sister's knees. Watching both of them get off at the same time, I felt a tremendous sense of power. After Rachael's orgasm subsided, Rick managed to crawl his way back up to the booth. His face glistened with my sister's juices, but he looked a lot more relaxed. He probably could have used a break from all the stress I was dumping on him, but I didn't want him getting too comfortable. "Did you just cum in my panties, you disgusting little pig?" I demanded, doing my best to sound incredulous. "But you told me..." he began to protest. "Don't you fucking tell me what I told you!" I warned. "Answer the fucking question. Did you defile my fucking panties with your disgusting semen?" "Yes, owner," he admitted. "I'm sorry, owner." "I paid $20 for those panties, slut," I explained. "So, it looks like I'll be keeping 100% of the proceeds from your first 40 tricks. I guess I should have expected an ass whore like you to cum like that." "Yes, owner," he agreed. "You should have 100% anyway; I am your property and all. Please don't be mad at me, owner." "Aww, I can't stay mad at you, piggy," I laughed. "Not when you so clearly understand your place. Come here and give your owner a kiss." I'm not sure what came over me. I've always identified as straight, but the experience of making my own sister cum was just so thrilling. I don't know why, but I wanted to taste her. It was perverted and wrong, and probably a little disgusting, but so was everything else that I had done, anyway. Before I could kiss him, though, I caught a glance of Rachael out of the corner of my eye. The confused look on her face brought me back to Earth – we'd have enough to discuss without my having to explain this. Thinking quick, I reached out and slapped Rick hard across the face. I think I enjoyed solving problems by means of abusing him. "You didn't actually think I'd kiss you after you sucked off my sister, did you?" I laughed. "God, you really are disgusting. That would practically be incest, you twisted fuck!" Rick simply lowered his gaze sheepishly, looking again like he was going to cry. He must have really wanted to kiss me, and it was probably cruel of me to taunt him like that. Feeling mildly guilty for the abuse, I decided to throw him a bone. "You defiled my panties and accused me of incest, disappointing me in two creative and unique ways," I observed. "But, you did manage to make Rachael cum, and I guess that just two massive failures per one minor success is a bit of a record for you. As a reward, I'm going to let you eat people food just this once. You have ten seconds to eat as many fries as you can manage. Go." Rick wasted no time burying his face in the plate. I couldn't tell if he was intentionally trying to imitate an actual pig eating or he was just really hungry. His appearance was somewhere between disgusting and hilarious. Amazingly, it looked like he might actually finish the entire plate before the ten seconds were up. Not wanting to go too easy on him, I called time before he was able to finish the task. Rick sat up immediately, but stared longingly at the few remaining fries on the plate. He was clearly still hungry, though I was pretty sure he wasn't going to starve to death any time soon. Besides, keeping him hungry kept him weak. Leaning over, I gently wiped his face clean, more out of disgust than mercy. "Thank you, owner," he said, sounding amazingly sincere. "You're very kind to me, even though I don't deserve it. I hope that someday I can be less of a disappointment to you." "It's okay, slut," I soothed. "I know you don't try to fail me; you just don't try hard enough not to. Now, what should you say to my sister?" "Thank you for cumming in my mouth," he answered, turning to face her. "It was an honor." "I know that was just training," Rachael laughed, sliding two quarters across the table, "but he earned it. Congratulations, Rick. You're now officially a whore." Laughing at his humiliation, we got up and paid the check. Leaving the diner, Rachael asked me if she could come back to my place with us. I don't think Rick liked the idea, but I agreed. It sounded like fun. The Contest Ch. 04 Plot 01 "Please Rick, no," I pleaded as I got into his car. "I'll cooperate with you when we make the tape, I'll hand deliver it to her, I'll even hang around while she watches it; but I can't have her in the room when we do it." "Why is that?" he asked. "She's my sister!" I exclaimed. "It's gross enough that now she knows about the things you've done to me, and I don't even want to think about what happened back in the diner. Christ, I think today was literally the first time we've ever even discussed sex." "Funny," Rick commented, "I never would have guessed based on how you shoved your tongue down her throat." "She shoved her tongue down mine," I corrected him. "Ah, my mistake," Rick laughed. "Was she also the one who came while a diner full of strangers watched?" Forced to remember what I had done, I hung my head in shame. I couldn't believe how low I had sunk. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed it. I couldn't believe that no matter how disgusted I was with myself, I didn't want it to end. Sitting in silence, I wanted Rick to say something. I hated being left alone with my thoughts; thoughts that made it increasingly difficult to pretend that this was all rape. Not in the habit of reducing my pain, though, Rick simply drove in silence; giving me ample time to torment myself. Ricked pulled up in front of a small house. Parking the car, he got out and waved at Rachael, who had been following us. Taking a deep breath, I exited the vehicle and followed Rick inside. He led me into his living room and instructed for me to sit on the couch. As I obeyed, Rachael took a seat next to me, with Rick sitting in a chair opposite the coffee table. As they stared at me with examining eyes, I looked around. Rick's place was small, but not tiny. Nearly devoid of any decoration, it was clearly the abode of a single man. While I wouldn't call it dirty, it was certainly a bit on the messy side -- though random objects were carelessly left without a proper place, I didn't feel like I needed a tetanus shot to sit down. "She's too messy," Rick observed. "I want her enthusiastic and happy for this, especially if you're planning to show it off." "Good point," Rachael agreed. "Could we also make her look a bit more whorish? Right now she looks like just some random girl, it doesn't really mesh with the 'sex fiend' image that I think you're going for." "I'd like that," Rick remarked, "though I don't exactly have a closet full of women's clothing. I do have scissors, though, if you'd like to make some quick alterations to what she's wearing." "That could do work," Rachael stated. "I've got some makeup to fix her up as well." "I'll grab the scissors," Rick said as he rose, before turning his attention to me. "Sara, give your sister your clothes. I expect you to obey her as you would me until I return." Outnumbered and on his turf, I had no choice but to comply. As Rick left the room I took off my shirt and handed it to Rachael. Removing my pants, I saw her eyes grow wide. Looking down, I understood why -- my panties were soaked, where they were once opaque white cotton they were now practically transparent. "I hope you're not planning to sit back down with those on," Rachael warned. "Frankly, you shouldn't even have them anymore. It seems to me that if a man can make your panties that wet, you ought to offer them to him as a trophy." "Please Rachael," I pleaded. "He's not in the room. You're my sister; you need to stop helping him violate me." "I may be your sister," she sneered, "but until he gets back I'm your fucking owner. I don't want to disappoint him; maybe if you were as diligent in your duties you wouldn't find yourself in this mess. If you don't want to see how willing I am to abuse the fuck out of you, sister or not, you'd better remove the panties and offer them to him when he gets back." Sobbing, I slid my panties down and gathered them in my hand. Now naked except for my bra and the sex toy strapped crudely to my crotch, I felt extremely vulnerable. Rachael's obvious stares only intensified this feeling. I wanted to tell her to stop, that it was inappropriate to look at her sister like that, but given the situation it seemed pointless. Rick returned with the scissors and handed them to my sister. Remembering Rachael's instructions, I offered him my panties. Smiling, he glanced at Rachael knowingly. "What's this?" he asked, feigning ignorance. "A trophy," I mumbled in shame. "Aww, how sweet," he laughed. "Tell me, what have I done to earn such a trophy?" I wanted to give a short answer in the hopes of quickly ending this conversation. Rachael seemed to have guessed that, and shot me a warning glance, as if to remind me that my answer had better be good. I didn't want to provoke her, and giving Rick a brief answer was unlikely to make him stop embarrassing me anyway. "You made my cunt so wet that I soaked through my panties," I whimpered. "When a man does that, he deserves a trophy. Please accept my panties as proof of your conquest." "Good answer," he acknowledged, "but I can't take all the credit here. I merely set the situation up; it was your sister that ultimately pushed you over the edge. I think she deserves the trophy, not me." Mortified by the thought but without alternative, I offered my panties to Rachael. Rachael looked at me with disgust for a second before accepting them, but held them at arm's length. I hoped that she would put them down, but she didn't seem interested in letting it go so quickly. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with these?" she laughed at me. "I'm certainly not going to wear them, not after you've defiled them like this. Wait, I know -- open your mouth, bitch." As I opened my mouth, Rachael wadded my panties into a ball. Carefully examining them, she manipulated the fabric so that the inside of the crotch was facing out. Once satisfied, she stuffed them into my mouth and took a seat. "Keep those in there until you're told you may remove them," she ordered. "You can occupy yourself by sucking the cunt cream out of them." "Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any to discuss some of the ground rules," Rick announced. "As you know, Sara, you're about to star in your very own pornographic video. Both your sister and I have plans for showing off this video, so it's critical that you deliver a performance that will work with the ideas we're trying to convey. Do you understand?" Unable to speak, I simply nodded my head in acceptance. "Good girl," he praised. "So, first rule: you will not identify either your sister or myself at any point. Both of us have reputations to protect, and we can't be seen as the type of people who would stoop so low as to fuck a disgusting whore such as yourself. Do not refer to either of us by name, or give any indication that you know who we are." "The second rule," he continued, "also concerns identity -- this time yours. You will identify yourself by your full name on tape, and will not attempt to conceal your identity in any way throughout the shooting. In the finished product, there should be absolutely no doubt in the viewer's mind that it's definitely you getting your asshole reamed. Understood?" I nodded again. "Finally, I want you to demonstrate enthusiasm. I want you desperate for cock, not reluctantly accepting it. Grovel for it, beg for it, spare yourself no dignity. In other words, quit pretending you're being raped -- you're not fooling anyone, anyway." Laughing at his comment, Rachael put the final touches on my shirt. She had slashed away the bottom so that it would only come down to a couple inches below my breasts, and given it a plunging neckline to show my cleavage. She held the altered clothing up for Rick's approval. "Not ideal," he critiqued, "but I suppose it will do the job. Get her dressed and made up. The bathroom is down the hall." Rachael escorted me to Rick's bathroom, carrying me newly altered clothes in one hand and her purse in the other. Entering the bathroom, she stood me in front of the mirror and removed the panties from my mouth. I could see what Rick meant when he said that I was too messy. My face was sticky with a mixture of tears, saliva, and cum. Grabbing a washcloth and holding it under the sink, Rachael prepared to correct this. "Try to relax," she encouraged. "You don't have a choice in this, so you may as well enjoy it." "Why are you helping him?" I sobbed. "Are you really that mad about what happened in high school?" "I'm still a little irritated," she admitted. "High school could have been fun without you cock-blocking me every chance you got. To answer your question, though, I'm not just helping him -- I'm helping you. You've always been so obsessed with being so proper. I think a nice, hard ass-fucking could do you a world of good. It sounds like you enjoy it, anyway. Did you really cum twice?" "Yes," I confessed. "I don't know what happened. Have you ever had anal sex?" "Oh god, no," she laughed. "Sara, I know you think I'm a little loose, but I'm not a slut. Only sluts take it in the ass." Rachael finished cleaning me up and applied the makeup. She did good work. Not only did I no longer look miserable, I really looked like a whore. As I marveled at her work, she stripped off my bra and removed the vibrator. Handing me the clothes, she instructed me to put them on. Calling them clothes would be a bit of a stretch. I owned swimsuits that exposed less skin than my shirt and pants now did. Rachael, however, apparently didn't think that she had gone far enough. Picking up her lipstick, she wrote the word "WHORE" across my chest in bright, red letters. It might have just been my imagination, but it felt like she used the opportunity to cop a feel. "There," she stated, "now you look the part. I need you to act the part, too. I want to see you cum hard, Sara. I'll know if you fake it, too -- I am your sister and all. If you don't cum for real, I will let Rick know. Promise me that you'll show your little sister how a slut cums when she gets fucked in the ass." "I promise," I sighed. After the experiences in the diner and Kate's apartment, I knew I would anyway. The challenge would have been if she had made me promise not to cum. Rachael marched me back into the living room where we found Rick playing with a camera. Handing it to Rachael, he removed his shirt and tied it over his head, hiding his face. He instructed me to take a seat on the couch as Rachael turned the camera on and pointed it at me. "Hi there!" he announced. "What's your name?" "Uhm, Sara, I guess?" I stammered out. Rick let out a heavy sigh and motioned to Rachael to stop recording. Approaching the couch, he took a seat next to me. Grabbing me by the shoulder, he pulled me over his lap. I put up no struggle; I knew it was futile anyway. "It wasn't a trick question," he explained. "You don't have to guess. You know what your name is; all you have to do is state it clearly for the camera -- along with your last name as well." "She didn't sound very cheerful, either," Rachael pointed out. "If you're going to punish her, can I help?" "Possibly," Rick pondered. "Let's let her decide. Sara, you're going to be spanked for your poor performance. Would you prefer that I deliver the spanking, or your sister?" "Please don't make me pick," I begged. It was bad enough that I was going to be spanked, making me decide who did it was just evil. "If you don't want to decide, that's fine," Rick shrugged. "You can get a spanking from both of us. If you'd rather just get one, though, I recommend you tell me whom you'd like to deliver it." As Rick slid my pants down to my thighs I thought about my options. If I went with Rick, it would probably hurt a lot more -- he was a lot bigger than Rachael, after all. Additionally, Rachael would probably resent me for it. Going with Rachael, on the other hand, would mean that I'd be spanked by my little sister, which seemed especially humiliating. Still, it would be less painful, and I didn't think Rick would mind it if I chose her. "I guess I'll go with Rachael," I groaned. It sucked, but at least she might be a little gentler. "Why aren't I surprised, you little dyke whore?" Rachael laughed, putting down the camera and approaching. Burying my head in the couch, I braced myself for the impact. It came quickly, and it came hard -- it was clearly a mistake to assume that Rachael would be gentle. I was shocked -- not only that Rachael would be willing to hit me that hard, but that she was even capable of doing so. "Careful," Rick cautioned. "I don't want any bruises that are visible in the video. Try not to leave any marks." "Aww, come on Rick," she argued. "This bitch is probably loving this. Go ahead and check her cunt, I bet she's already juicing up down there." I silently prayed that he wouldn't. Rachael was right -- the humiliation, the burning sensation spreading from my ass cheek to the rest of my body, and the overall feeling of powerlessness was taking its toll on me. My mind might have hated this, but my cunt was drooling for more. My prayers went unanswered. Encouraged by my own sister, Rick crudely jammed his hand between my legs, worming his fingers into my pussy. As he began finger fucking me, I again buried my head in his couch, trying to ignore the tell-tale wet sounds emanating from my crotch. "I guess a few marks wouldn't by a problem," Rick conceded, "and she does seem to enjoy it. Try not to draw blood, though." "Told you so," my sister laughed as she struck me again. "God, I love the way her ass jiggles when I hit it hard." It was humiliating. I felt so intensely vulnerable, bent over Rick's knee, unable to fight back or even defend myself. The fact that they both knew how aroused I was made it worse, but the fact that my little sister was the one responsible made it almost unbearable. Closing my eyes, I tried to pretend that it was someone -- anyone -- other than Rachael doing the spanking. "I think that's enough," Rick announced after Rachael had hit my several more times. "I was just getting warmed up!" Rachael protested. She was enjoying this way too much. "Don't be disappointed, I'm sure she'll do something worthy of punishment soon enough," Rick comforted her. "And hey, maybe the next time I'll get a bit more creative than just spanking. I can think of other ways you could abuse Sara that might be more enjoyable." Rick's words scared the hell out of me. I could easily imagine him punishing me by having my own sister sexually assault me, and the way that Rachael was acting I could imagine her going along with it. I told myself that it was disgusting, and on a conscious level I believed it, but my cunt was intrigued. Climbing up off Rick's lap I took a seat on the couch. It hurt a bit to sit down, but I did my best to conceal it. My cunt might have been looking forward to the next punishment, but my brain was perfectly fine with putting it off as long as possible. As Rachael turned the camera back on, we began again. "Hello, there!" Rick announced. "What's your name?" "I'm Sara Fishuvudet!" I replied, doing my best to sound cheerful. "Wow, Sara, you sure sound happy," Rick observed. "What's got you in such high spirits?" "Well," I answered, "I'm about to get my ass fucked! There's nothing I love more than a nice, hard cock up my ass!" "And who is the lucky gentleman who will be doing this deed?" Rick asked. "Is it someone you know?" "I don't know," I answered. "It might be? I don't really care, as long as I get ass-fucked." I wondered if I was overdoing it. With Rick's face covered by the mask it was difficult to judge his reaction. I didn't want to act any sluttier than I needed to in order to avoid punishment, but without seeing his reaction it was difficult for me to know where that line was. "So, Sara," Rick continued, "tell me about the last time that you got ass-fucked." "It was just last night," I answered. "I was hanging out with some friends, and this guy fucked me in the ass while they watched. It was so hot; I came twice!" "Was that guy a friend?" Rick prodded. "No," I answered honestly. "Actually, I fucking hate him. He's a real piece of shit. But you know how it is, whores like me can't be picky, and his cock was hard!" I hoped that my comment at the end would spare me Rick's wrath. In a way, describing him as my enemy worked for the image he was trying to portray, and it was just too tempting to pass up a chance to verbally bash him. I wished that I could see his face; I really wanted to know if he was smiling or growling at me. Whichever it was, he apparently wasn't angry enough to stop filming. Walking into the frame, he stood in front of me and dropped his pants. His semi-hard dick flopped out, but he didn't grab me or force me to do anything with it. Realizing that he probably wanted me to take the initiative on camera, I forced myself to smile and put it in my mouth. Rick didn't seem to approve. He shoved me back against the couch, causing me to look up in confusion. Playfully, he reached forward and slapped me across the face. "I know you're eager to get that dick hard enough to ram up your asshole," he laughed, "but try to slow down a bit. Give it some kisses, first." It made sense; Rick wanted me to look like the aggressor, not the victim. By telling me to slow down on camera, he made it look like he was the chaste one. Figuring I would look like a whore no matter what happened, I played along. "I'm sorry, sir," I pleaded as I planted kisses along his shaft. "I just love cock so much, sometimes I can't control myself." "It's okay, bitch," he laughed. "Take your time, though. I promise, you'll get your ass fucked soon enough." If Rick's cock was any indication, he approved of my manner of speech. It grew rapidly under my kisses until it was rock hard. Feeling him put his hand on the back of my head, I opened my mouth to allow his cock into my mouth. I tried to move my head forward but Rick wouldn't allow it. Instead, he simply held me in place as he forced his cock further into my mouth and down my throat. It took all of my energy just to suppress my gag reflex as my nose butted up against his stomach. Rick held me in that position for several seconds. Running low on oxygen I began to worry, but he released my head before I felt the need to struggle. Moving his hand to my chin, he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I know you probably didn't enjoy that," he whispered. "If you'd like to avoid having it done to you again, I recommend you show me how a good whore sucks cock. No matter what I say on camera, I want you to be aggressive -- hurt yourself it if need be. Fail me, and the next time I ram my dick down your throat I'll keep it there until you turn blue." Rick stood back up and placed his hands on his hips. Not wanting to be gagged again I lunged forward, eagerly shoving his cock into my mouth. Forcing it into my throat until it became uncomfortable I began a series of quick, short thrusts. "Deeper," he growled. Obeying his order, I began going deeper with each stroke. It was tremendously uncomfortable, but in a way, that made it hot. Each time I forced myself to push just a little further, until I had it in all the way. I hoped that Rick appreciated my efforts, but there was no way to know for sure. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rachael slide her hand down the front of her skirt. I wasn't sure how to handle it. My mind screamed at me that it was wrong, that she shouldn't do things like that in my presence, and especially not as a result of abuse that I was suffering. At the same time, I wanted her to continue. I don't know why, but the idea of my own sister masturbating to my brutal throat raping was a major turn-on. It didn't matter, anyway -- even if I had the words to make her stop, I'd be unable to speak them with Rick's cock rapidly plunging in and out of my mouth. The Contest Ch. 04 Plot 01 Rick had me continue for several more minutes. Each time I went too slow or too shallow he'd punish me by grabbing me by the back of my head and thrusting his cock in all the way, then holding me in that position for a few seconds. I tried to avoid that fate as well as I could, but as time progressed my jaw and neck began to ache. Eventually Rick decided that I had enough and pulled his cock out of my mouth, again shoving me back to the couch. Picking up a container of lotion, he squirted some on his hand and began rubbing it into his cock. I began to disrobe -- the clothing wasn't concealing much anyway, and I figured I'd probably be punished if I kept it on too long. "You know where this is going, don't you?" Rick taunted. "Up my ass!" I cheered, doing my best to sound ditzy. "Show me, slut," he ordered. Facing the couch, I pointed at my ass. I wasn't quite sure what he wanted, and hoped that it would be enough. Though I couldn't see Rick's reaction, I could see Rebecca's -- and she looked a bit disappointed with my performance. I hoped that Rick didn't feel the same way. "I didn't say 'point at your butt', you ignorant whore," he sneered. "Show me exactly where you're about to get fucked.",/p> Realizing he wanted something far more explicit, I climbed up on my knees on his couch. Bending over, I reached back and pulled my butt cheeks apart, giving him a clear view of my vulnerable openings. Rachael's expression implied that it still wasn't enough. Not sure what else to do, I slid a finger into my ass. I felt like the biggest whore in the world, but I was beginning to feel like that wasn't a bad thing. "Get yourself ready," Rick growled, tossing me the lotion. Picking it up, I squirted some onto my finger and began to massage it in. My flesh was still tender from the night before, but the pain was manageable. Realizing that they probably wanted me to put on a show, I began pumping the finger in and out. It was humiliating; I was basically masturbating anally in front of my sister, my enemy, and a video camera, but I had no choice. "I hope you don't think a single finger is going to prepare you," Rick warned. "If I'm going to do you the honor of fucking you in the ass, I'm not going to be gentle." "I wouldn't expect you to," I sighed, slipping a second finger in. As I pumped the two fingers in, Rick motioned to Rachael to get in closer. Rachael brought the camera mere inches away from me, making sure that they'd have a good shot of my self-defilement. If she was in any way hesitant about getting so close she certainly didn't show it -- her face was close enough to me that I could feel her heavy breathing on my exposed skin. Not wanting to force Rick to warn me again, I slid a third finger in as soon as I felt it was possible. Pumping it in and out, I tried to ignore the fact that my own sister was watching and recording my every movement. This wasn't easy. I could hear wet noises coming from her crotch; it was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend that she wasn't touching herself as she watched. I should have told her to stop. It was inappropriate enough for her to be watching, masturbating to something like this was just beyond the pale. I couldn't, though. Even if I thought I could force her to, I didn't want her to stop. I wanted her to take over for me; wanted her to be the one finger fucking my ass. I didn't want to think about what that meant. "Will you please come over here and fuck me in the ass already?" I begged. I wasn't sure that I was ready, but I had to do something. I was afraid that if I didn't make something happen, I would do something with Rachael that I would regret later. "I guess since you asked so nicely," Rick laughed, "it would be cruel to deny you." Rick waited for me to remove my fingers and then placed the head of his dick at my anal opening. Pushing hard, he forced the tip in, but went no further. Rachael backed off a bit, though just enough to allow Rick room to operate. As Rick wrapped his hands around my waist I took a deep breath and braced myself for the moment of impact. "Get the camera on her face," he instructed. "I want a close-up of her reaction when it goes in." Rachael did as he asked, taking a seat on the couch next to me and pointing the camera at my face. Somehow, her new position made me feel even more vulnerable than when she had the camera aimed at my ass. With her right in front of me it was impossible to pretend that she wasn't there, and equally impossible to pretend she wasn't rubbing her clit under her skirt. I didn't have much time to worry about it, though. As soon as the camera was aimed, Rick pushed in hard. I wasn't prepared -- the pain was nearly unbearable. I cried out in pain, but it didn't stop him. He continued pushing in until I felt his balls slap against my cunt. "I'm not going too hard, now am I?" he laughed. His question was a cruel joke. He knew goddamned well that he was, but I knew that I'd be punished if I said yes. Rachael seemed to find the whole situation tremendously amusing; she looked as though she was having the time of her life. "No," I lied through my teeth, struggling futilely to mask the pain in my voice. "I like it hard." Rick was fully inside of me, but he wasn't moving. I thought for a second that he might be showing me mercy, but then quickly remembered whom I was dealing with. Rick was a sadistic asshole; mercy was not something that he was fond of. He wasn't giving me time to adjust, or sparing me from pain -- he was waiting for me to fuck back so that he'd have further proof that I was the whore he claimed that I was. Sliding forward, I moved until everything but the head of his cock was no longer in me. Clenching my teeth, I slowly pushed back, forcing him back in. I knew he probably wanted me to go fast, but that just wasn't realistic. The pain that I was in was easily overpowering my fear of punishment. Taking a deep breath, I repeated the motion with slightly more force. Just as I had when he was raping my mouth, I forced myself to go a bit faster with each stroke, working into a rhythm. As the pain began to fade, I actually began to enjoy the sense of power. Though Rick might have controlled the situation, I was controlling the sex act. It was minor, but in a way it was a victory. Rick, of course, did not let that victory last. Seeing that I could handle it, he began to fuck back. Each time I threw myself back he thrust forward to meet me. With the pain fading, I found myself pushing harder and harder, trying to outdo him. I wanted to show him that I hadn't given up, that there was still some fight in me. Unfortunately, that fight was short lived. Content that she had enough footage of my facial reactions, Rachael aimed the camera back at my ass. With my torso out of the frame, she took her hand out of her skirt and wrapped her arm around my waist, holding me still. Not wanting to give up so easily I struggled against her, but with the leverage her position provided I was unable to move. With my being held paralyzed by my own sister, Rick jumped at the opportunity to fuck me as hard as he could. The feeling was bizarre -- though painful, each stroke was putting strong pressure on my G-spot. My orgasm building, I ceased my struggles and went passive, allowing Rick to do as he pleased. Once Rachael saw that I was no longer struggling against her she removed her arm from me and stuck her hand back down her skirt. With her kneeling on the couch next to me, I was inches away from her crotch. I could see the movement under the fabric of her skirt; I could hear the sounds. Unable to hold back any longer, I came hard. Rachael seemed to notice; the movement under her skirt grew faster. After my orgasm finished, Rick grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the couch. Falling to the ground, I watched him take a seat next to Rachael. He motioned for her to take a seat in the chair facing him, and motioned for me to take a seat on him. Still in a state of post-orgasmic delirium, I quickly complied; impaling myself on his cock while facing my sister. Rachael made no attempt to hide the fact that she was masturbating. Facing me, she spread her legs apart and hiked her skirt up. Pulling her panties to the side, I found it impossible to look away. It felt dirty and wrong to be turned on by the sight of my sister fucking herself, but to be fair; she was watching my anal rape. With my eyes fixed on Rachael's crotch I reached down and began to mimic her motions. Noticing what I was doing, Rachael began to rub her clit faster, occasionally dipping a finger inside. Allowing her to lead me by example, I copied her actions. Rick may not have noticed what was going on between my sister and myself, but he certainly noticed that my attention was on something other than fucking him. After giving my ass a quick slap he wrapped his hands around my hips. Squeezing, he pumped my body up and down violently. "This is not a good time to be taking a break, slut," he growled into my ear. Not wanting to anger him I forced myself to pay more attention to his needs than my own. Bouncing up and down on his cock, I worked into a rhythm. I didn't stop rubbing my clit, but I did stop mirroring Rachael's actions. I was disappointed, and judging by the look on her face she was too. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing; her being angry with Rick could help drive her to my side. As my rhythm with Rick became more and more natural, I found my eyes again gravitating towards Rachael's crotch. She was going at it hard; I challenged myself to match her pace. Watching her fuck herself like that was an immense turn on, I could feel another orgasm approaching. From the looks of it, it seemed that she could, too. Ignoring Rick, I focused only on my own needs. I knew that he'd punish me for it later, but at that point I didn't care. Intensifying my rubbing, I made eye contact with Rachael. This must have pushed her over the edge; she arched her back and came visibly. That pushed me over the edge as well. Rick slapped my ass in warning again, but I didn't care. Again gripping me and forcing me up and down, I felt less like he was having sex with me and more like he was just masturbating with my ass. After several minutes of this treatment, I felt his warm semen pumping into me. He held me in place until he had emptied his balls, and then tossed me unceremoniously onto the floor. As Rick rose to his feet, Rachael turned off the camera and pulled her panties back into place. Everything felt so bizarre; there was nothing right about what had just happened and yet I loved every minute of it. I was physically and emotionally drained. "I'm going to take a shower," Rick announced, walking towards the bathroom. "Don't think that I didn't notice your piss poor effort towards the end, though. We'll discuss that later." I remained on the floor, feeling his semen slowly ooze out of me. I was too exhausted to get up, but more importantly I felt terribly awkward. Rachael moved back to the couch, taking a seat right next to me. Feeling vulnerable, I inched myself up against her leg. "I'm not gay for you," I blurted out, breaking the awkward silence. "You say that," she answered, "yet I think I've made you cum twice today. Care to explain?" "I can't," I admitted. "It's okay," she laughed. "Frankly, I'd rather have a cunt-crazy dyke constantly trying to get in my pants for a sister than a stuck-up prude. It's a positive change." "I'm not a cunt-crazy dyke!" I protested. "I'm just teasing you, Sara," she assured me. "You're my sister, and I'll love you no matter what. But really, I'm enjoying the new you." "So," I began, "think there's any chance of you destroying that recording?" "We'll see," she laughed. "We might be able to work something out." The Contest Ch. 04 Plot 02 Leaving the diner, I let Rick sit up front again. All things considered he had behaved pretty well, and I still didn't want my neighbors to see me pulling his broken body out of the trunk. Besides, I wanted to keep an eye on him -- I had put him through a lot, and wanted to make sure that he didn't react in a bad way. As I drove off, Rick sat silently. His facial expression implied that there was a lot going on inside his head, which made sense. Yesterday he had seen me as an impotent, frightened little girl who he could push around without fear of retribution. Since then, that same impotent little girl had managed to beat and humiliate him in ways that he would never be able to forget. Rachael probably made things difficult for him, too -- any witness to his defeat would have hurt, but having a witness that he had most likely seen as a sexual conquest must have been devastating. To top it all off, there was his physical state -- he had sustained some pretty brutal beatings, and was likely very hungry and thirsty as well. The curiosity was killing me. I didn't want to mislead him into believing that his thoughts and feelings mattered, but I had to know what was going through his head. After five minutes of silently watching his face contort out of the corner of my eye, I could no longer resist the urge. "Rick, honey," I began, "you look like you have something to say." Rick's face seized up as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing. I figured that what he had to say was probably something that he shouldn't, and he was likely struggling internally over what to do. I thought about telling him that he could speak freely without fear of punishment, but that seemed excessive. He hadn't earned such a privilege. "I'm hungry," he stated, sounding surprisingly firm for a man in his position. "I demand that you feed me." "You 'demand' that I feed you?" I laughed. "That's very cute, sweetie." "It's not fucking cute!" he snapped. "And yes, I 'demand' food, as in, I'm not fucking asking." "That really is adorable," I chided. "And what are you going to do when I refuse your demand, aggressively sulk at me?" "I swear to fucking god, Sara," he growled. "I'm going to get free, eventually. And when I do, you are going to regret every fucking thing that you've done to me. Until then, though, I'm not asking -- fucking feed me, bitch." I had expected this. I might have wounded his ego, but I hadn't killed it. It was really only a matter of time before it resurfaced. In a way, this was a good thing -- bringing all the bad things about Rick to the surface would be necessary in order to beat them out of him. With a heavy sigh, I pulled over to the side of the road. "What am I going to do with you?" I pondered, trying to sound stern and disappointed, but not angry. "I should remind you that you address me as 'owner', not 'Sara' and most certainly not 'bitch', but I don't think that's really necessary. I'm sure that you know your behavior is unacceptable, I don't think I need to remind you yet again." "You own nothing," he hissed. "I haven't surrendered, and I never will." "What an adorable thing to claim," I laughed. "You might surrender, you might not, but I think that hunk of latex lodged in your asshole makes it pretty clear whose property you are. You haven't forgotten about it, have you Rick? Do we need to get a bigger one that you won't find as easy to ignore?" Rick simply glared at me. I'm sure he wanted to argue, but he had nothing. The time to claim that he wasn't my bitch was long gone, and I don't think he was eager to discuss what he was wearing under his pants. "Moving on," I continued, "This little bullshit outburst of yours is unacceptable, as I'm sure you know. As soon as we get back you will be severely punished for forgetting your place, hopefully in a way that gets through that thick skull of yours. I don't want to be a cruel owner, though, so I'm going to let you finish your little temper tantrum. Let it out all, bitch -- tell me all the stuff you want to say. You're going to be punished for it anyway; you may as well get it off your chest." "It's not a temper tantrum," he insisted. "Sweetie, you can call it whatever you want," I laughed, stroking his hair dismissively. "The important thing is that you get it out. Now come on, tell me what's got my little bitch's panties are twisted up." This was apparently more than Rick could handle. Letting out a primal, guttural scream he struggled violently against his bonds. Unfortunately for him, the rope held tight -- he managed to do little more than bruise his wrists. Not wanting him to hurt himself, I took out the stun gun and gave him a brief one second shock to the arm -- just to remind him of the specifics of his situation. Remembering how much I could hurt him, Rick calmed down; the look of rage on his face replaced with one of fear. "Silly little bitch," I taunted him. "I'm sorry that I had to hurt you, but if you act up like that I really have no choice. Now, finish your temper tantrum, but use your words -- not your actions. Tell your owner all the terrible things that you're unhappy about." Rick glared at me. I could tell that he really hated me at the moment, but he was too terrified to act on it. Lowering his eyes, I think he accepted that he was beaten. "I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I'll stop. Please don't shock me again." Rick clearly didn't want to continue the conversation. I'd have dropped it, but it didn't feel right to let him weasel out of a conversation that he had forced. Besides, he needed a chance to vent, even if venting wouldn't solve any of his problems. "I didn't tell you to stop your temper tantrum," I warned. "I told you to finish it. You've already earned a punishment when we get back; you may as well explain to me why you're being such an ungrateful little cunt. It's not like you can disappoint me any further." Rick again paused. I knew he wanted to scream at me, but he was too afraid to. It probably didn't help that he had no choice but to be submissive -- even by telling me how angry he was he would be obeying my orders. It wasn't his choice, and he needed to understand that. Hoping to encourage more rapid cooperation, I raised the stun gun again; reminding him that it would be unwise to argue. "Okay, I'm sorry," he pleaded submissively. "I'll finish, please don't shock me? I'm hungry, and thirsty, and my whole body hurts. My ass is fucking killing me, and I can't seem to forget about it because there's a giant fucking butt plug shoved up there. I know you're angry at me for sleeping with your sister in the past, but I can't believe that you humiliated me like that in front of her. You need to feed me, stop hurting me, and keep things private; I can't handle this." "Poor little fella," I soothed. "That couldn't have been easy for you to say, knowing how badly I can hurt you. Do you feel better now?" "Depends," he whimpered. "Are you going to be gentler with me?" "I might in the future," I pondered. "Though, it will be because I choose to, not because you've asked me to; and it will only be after I feel you've earned it. Now, you've said your piece, I expect you to sit quietly for the rest of the car ride and think about all the terrible things that you've said to make me disappointed in you. When we get back, you'll have the opportunity to show me how sorry you are." As I pulled back into the road, Rick lowered his eyes. This must have been torture on him, but it needed to happen. His face conveyed terror, humiliation, anger, and possibly a little remorse; but he was otherwise silent. Arriving back at the apartment building I spotted Rachael waiting by the door. As we approached her, she glared menacingly at Rick. Watching him shrink away I felt a little bad for him. He probably had enough on his mind as it was. "Oh, calm down you big pussy," I laughed as he tried to hide behind me. "You're perfectly safe; she's just psyching you out. I doubt she even plans to hurt you too bad; she'll probably just slap you around a little and fuck you in your ass." It didn't seem like my words were successful in soothing him, but he was in trouble anyway. Entering the apartment, I closed the door behind us and shoved him to the floor. Picking up a pair of scissors, I approached him to cut him free. "Before you get any more bad ideas in that little slut brain of yours," I warned, "remember that you're outnumbered and probably pretty injured. If you try to act up once you're untied, I will make you quickly regret it. Understood?" "Yes, owner," he whimpered. It was good to hear him call me owner again, but it wasn't nearly enough to get him off the hook. "Good slut," I praised. "So, a few ground rules. First of all, when we're at home, you will not wear clothing. If you've been a good bitch, I may at times allow you to wear panties, but otherwise you'll be fully naked and available at all times. Since you most certainly have not been a good bitch, you will not be granted that privilege at this time. Strip, whore." Rick began to disrobe, his motions slow and labored due to the damage I had inflicted on his body. Once his shirt was off, he hesitated a bit before removing his pants, fearfully eyeing Rachael. He probably didn't want her to see that he really was wearing my panties, or to see the butt plug they concealed, but that wasn't his choice. "Today, bitch," Rachael growled, running up and kicking him hard in the ribs. It seemed excessive to me -- he was already beaten, she was just being sadistic. I didn't say anything, though; I didn't want Rick to think that he could turn us against each other. Additionally, the look on his face was of hatred, not fear, which made me less interested in protecting him. Realizing he'd get no help from me, Rick groaned and stripped out of his pants. Rachael cut him no slack, laughing at how ridiculous he looked in my panties. Losing the panties only made things worse; once they were off she simply laughed at his plug, commenting on how only a true slut could take something of that size. Rick looked up at me, begging me with his eyes to let him remove it. Feeling bad for him, I walked over and pulled it out, tossing it to the side. "Don't get too comfortable," Rachael taunted. "Your asshole won't be empty for long." "Back to the rules," I interjected. "While in the apartment, I don't want you walking around on your hind legs like a human. It's a very cute trick and all, but I'm concerned that your clumsy ass is going to knock something over. If you need to move somewhere, you'll do so on your hands and knees like the little slut piggy you are. I know this seems cruel, but if you're good, I might just get you some knee pads for Christmas." He looked miserable. I knew he hated this, but it was for his own good -- I couldn't build him up until I had torn the old Rick down. I thought about giving him a few more rules, but I didn't want to make him cry; at least not yet. There would be time for that later. "I don't want to overwhelm your little whore mind with too many rules to remember," I explained, "so that will be it for now. Remember, though -- since I'm going so slow, you have no excuse for forgetting a rule; and you'll be punished harshly if you do. Speaking of punishment, there's the matter of your little incident in the car. I'd like you to tell me what you did that was wrong." "I said some things that I shouldn't have," he sighed. It was accurate, but his language was entirely too dignified. An equal might say things that they shouldn't have, but he wasn't my equal, and he needed to understand that. As I knelt down next to him he began to tremble, clearly understanding that he had done something wrong. Not wanting him too panicked, I gently stroked his hair for a few seconds until he had calmed down. Once he was calm enough, I slapped him hard across the face. "Sweetie, you didn't say some things you shouldn't have," I calmly explained. "You threw an all-out temper tantrum. I know that's probably pretty embarrassing for you to say, especially in front of my sister, and it should be. You should be deeply, deeply ashamed of how you acted. However, that doesn't mean you should lie about what you did. Now, I'm going to ask you again: what did you do in the car?" "I threw a temper tantrum," he admitted as I went back to gently stroking his hair. "I'm sorry." "I know you're sorry," I soothed. "But you still need to be punished. Go into the bedroom, and look in the closet. You'll find a black leather belt -- bring it to me." Rick crawled off to the bedroom as Rachael laughed at his situation. Taking a seat on my couch I kicked my feet up and relaxed. Things were good. "He's really terrified of you," Rachael remarked, taking a seat next to me. "It's for his own good," I explained. "He still has some rebellion in him, and we can't move forward until I burn it out. He'll thank me for this, some day." "You'll get no argument from me," she shrugged. "It just seems to weird that my sister -- who didn't even have a boyfriend until she was 19 -- is now beating a man like Rick into submission." Rick crawled out of the bedroom, my belt in his hand. It felt inappropriate for him to carry it like that, dragging it along the floor, but I decided to let it slide. I'd educate him on how to properly fetch things later. Crawling up to me, he timidly held the belt forward while bowing his head. "Climb up on the couch," I instructed, taking the belt from his hands. "I want you lying face first over my lap." Rick awkwardly obeyed the order, lying flat over me. With him lying on me I was forced to realize just how much bigger he was than me. It was kind of neat; despite being half his size I still had complete control over him. Settling into position, his head fell in Rachael's lap. "You know," I observed, "that's the second time you've shoved your head between my sister's legs. You should be careful, I might get jealous." Rick didn't seem to understand that I was just kidding. I could feel his breathing quicken as he squirmed, trying to keep in the position that I had ordered while moving his head out of her lap. After amusing myself with his contortions for a few seconds, I grabbed his hair and pushed his head into her lap, holding it in position. "I'm just teasing you, slut," I laughed. "God, Rick, I don't know why you're so nervous." "It feels weird calling him Rick," Rachael mentioned. "I mean, I knew Rick, and this thing might be in his body, but it's not the same person." "I agree," I stated. "Rick is dead; or will be soon at least. I need a new name for my pet here." "How about Duke?" she suggested. Duke was our dog as a child; a friendly and lovable Irish Setter. "Duke's a big dog's name," I critiqued. "This slut may be a bit pudgy, but that shouldn't earn him a big dog's name. He should have a yappy dog's name; given how much he whines. I'm thinking more along the lines of Spot." "Spot calls to mind a very specific dog," she said. "When I think Spot, I think of a beagle with a big black spot over his eye." "That's easy enough," I laughed. "Spot, look up here boy!" He painfully twisted his neck, turning his face towards me. Once I had a good angle, I threw my fist into his face, aiming for the eye. My hand hurt like hell, but I hoped it would get me a nice black eye. It seemed easier to fix his markings than to fix his name. "Good boy," I praised. "You can put your head back down as soon as you tell me your new name." "Spot," he choked out, clearly having difficulty accepting it. "That's a very good Spot!" I laughed, playfully messing his hair as his head sunk back into Rachael's lap. "Now Spot, it's time for you to be punished for your widdle temper tantrum earlier. I know this may hurt you, but I want you to understand that it's a good thing. By punishing you, I'm making it possible to forgive you. With each stroke of the belt, I want you to remember that this is how you become a better pet, and that your owner is very generous to give you such a gift. I would also like you to count. Understood?" "Yes, owner," Spot whimpered, burying his face in Rachael's lap. Taking the belt in my hand, I wrapped it around my fingers a couple times, then doubled it over and held the slack in my hand. Raising it high into the air, I brought it down hard across his ass, resulting in a satisfying thwack. The area that I struck quickly turned bright pink, leaving an imprint of the belt. Unfortunately, the imprint was partially obscured by his ass hair. I made a mental note to wax him when the time was convenient. "One!" he painfully grunted. Repeating the motions, I hit him again and again, trying to cover his entire ass in painful welts. After each stroke he dutifully called out the appropriate number, his voice growing more and more pained each time. Around fourteen his tone made it very clear that he couldn't take any more. Wanting to make sure the lesson stuck, I raised the belt up one more time and brought it down with all my might, breaking the skin. He cried out in pain, but remembered to call out fifteen. He was making progress. "For such a big guy, you have a remarkably pathetic threshold for pain," I remarked. "I suppose that will improve over time, though. Anyway, let's see what you've learned. Why were you punished?" "Because I threw a temper tantrum," he confessed. "And was I right to punish you?" I continued. "Yes, owner," he replied. "It was my fault for acting up." "And finally, are you angry at me for punishing you?" "No owner," he sobbed. "I'm grateful that you took the time to correct me. Thank you for helping me to become a better pet." I was thrilled with his answers. It really felt like I had made progress, and that Rick might finally be dead already. Still, I had to be sure -- his outburst in the car proved that Rick might just be hiding somewhere in Spot's body. "That's a good Spot," I praised him, again stroking his hair. "I think you've earned some play time. Be a good little bitch and go fetch your toys. Take them into the bathroom and wash them off -- take your time, as they will be going in your mouth. Once you've done that you may bring them to me." "Yes, owner," he choked out, sliding to the floor. "Thank you, owner." He didn't sound as sincere as I would have preferred, but I suppose I couldn't fault him. After all, he was being "rewarded" with anal rape, and he'd probably prefer some food. Still, I let it slide -- I figured he'd learn in time to appreciate any attention I showed him, there was no need to force it early. "Shake that ass, slut!" Rachael called as he crawled away to fetch his toys. "Get it nice and hot, cause it's going to get fucked hard!" "You're horrible," I laughed, playfully slapping her shoulder. "Please," she replied, "that cocksucker deserves worse than that. So, anything I should know? I've never fucked a man in the ass." "There's a lot, actually," I answered, pretending I was far more experienced in sodomizing men than I really was. "With Spot, anal sex is a weird concept. He won't admit it, but he fucking loves it. At the same time, he's absolutely terrified of it. You want to stretch the terror out. Give him some tasks, make him think that he might be able to avoid getting ass-fucked if he does them well enough." "I still get to fuck him in the ass, though, right?" she asked. "Of course," I laughed. "Just not right away. You can crash here tonight, so there's no rush. Take your time and have fun with it -- I'd highly suggest fucking his face with the strap-on, it's way more fun than you'd think." Spot crawled out of the bathroom carrying the strap-on, butt plug, and lube; the toys still dripping water. Again approaching the couch, he timidly presented me with the toys and lowered his head. I thought about taking them from him, but it didn't seem right. I could fuck him anytime, and Rachael was a guest. It seemed only fair that she should go first." The Contest Ch. 04 Plot 02 "Spot," I explained, "I've already fucked your skanky holes today. Let Rachael have a turn. Service her well, and maybe I'll toss you a bone." Spot turned to face Rachael, and offered her the toys instead. His body language wasn't quite the same, though. It had felt like he was submissively offering them to me, but now it felt like he was just shoving them in her face. Her facial expression suggested that she felt the same. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with these?" she demanded. "Just take them, Rachael," he sighed. Wrapping the belt around my hand again, I lashed out and connected right below his eye. It must have hurt; he fell to the ground and clutched his face in pain. As he looked up, I beckoned for him to approach. "That's a very bad Spot," I scolded. "First of all, you do not give orders to anyone. You don't tell her to take them, you ask her if she wants to take them -- beg her, if need be. Secondly, you will not address people by their first name. She's 'ma'am' to you, not 'Rachael'. Finally, you need to watch your body language. You're begging her to play with you, not trying to palm off your disgusting toys. Now try it again, and try not to fuck it up this time." Spot crawled up to Sara, clearly in a lot of pain. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have taken the belt to his face, but it was really his fault for being so disrespectful. Lowering his head, he presented her with his toys, this time more submissively. "Please, ma'am," he whimpered. "Would you like to play with me?" "How should I play with you, slut?" she laughed. "What exactly do you expect me to do with these filthy toys?" "You could fuck my mouth," he suggested, clearly eager to direct her away from his asshole. "I don't know," she sighed. "That sounds kinda boring, to be honest. What else could I do with them?" Spot looked terrified. He was still so afraid of having his ass violated, making him suggest it might have been a little too much. He looked at me, pleading with his eyes to protect him. Still feeling a little bad about the belt to his face, I took pity on him. "Give it a chance," I suggested. "Fucking his mouth is actually pretty fun. If you get bored with it, I'm sure he'd be happy to offer alternatives." Spot looked at me, beaming with happiness and gratitude. Somehow he didn't realize that his ass would still be getting fucked, just not right away. Still, it seemed cruel to shatter his hope, so I let him continue thinking that he might be safe. Rachael took Spot's toys and slipped into the strap-on. Sitting back down, Spot crawled between her legs and eyed the dildo. Probably hoping to avoid his inevitable ass-fucking he thrust his head down on it, greedily stuffing it into his mouth. "Bad Spot!" I shouted, feeling a bit repulsed by his actions. "Look, I know you're eager to get all that tasty cock in you, but that's no excuse for behaving like a pig. Before you go all out on that cock, I expect you to show it some respect. Give it some kisses; demonstrate your reverence for it." Spot quickly obeyed, gingerly kissing the tip of the strap-on. I don't know if he was acting out of fear of me or just wanted to put off the harder abuse as long as he could, but it didn't really matter. As he gently licked the shaft, I couldn't help but giggle at little. "Wow, Spot," Rachael commented. "You're a really good cocksucker. You must really enjoy this, faggot." As we laughed at his humiliation, Rachael ran her fingers through Spot's hair. She waited for him to raise his mouth to the tip of the dildo to give it another kiss, then gripped hard and pulled his head all the way down, roughly forcing the plastic dick down his throat. Spot gagged a little and reflexively pulled back. I was a bit disappointed by that, but he corrected himself and allowed her to hold his head down before I felt compelled to punish him. "How long can he keep this dick in his throat?" she wondered. "Pretty much as long as you want him to," I answered. "He might cry a bit, but he'll live. He knows that if he tries to take it out, I'll make him cry worse." "I have to admit, Spot," she said, "I'm starting to see why you enjoyed doing this to me. All those times, I thought you were just being an asshole, but now I really get it -- it's just fun." Rachael permitted Stop to come up for air. Dislodging the dildo from his mouth, he gasped heavily for air. Rachael gave him a few more seconds before forcing him all the way back down and again holding him in place. "It's funny in a way," she continued. "When you used to gag me like this I used to think about how you could never handle it if the situation was reversed. Now that I see that you can, I'm actually a little less angry. It's nice to know that while you may have been a scumbag piece of shit, at least you weren't a hypocrite." Again relaxing her grip, Spot came up and gasped desperately for air. Laughing at his suffering, she only gave him a couple seconds before again impaling him. He looked miserable, but from what Rachael was saying it sounded like he deserved it. "You look unhappy," she remarked. "I bet you think I'm just going to gag you like this all night. Relax, I'm just getting you warmed up -- you'll get a chance to show off the full range of your skills. In fact, I think that's enough gagging for now. Show me how you suck cock, Spot. Do it the way you used to demand that I do it." Taking her hand off Spot's head, he came up for air again. He took a bit longer than I would have liked to catch his breath. Displeased with his selfish behavior, I let out a heavy sigh and again wrapped the belt around my hand. Quickly picking up on my hint, Spot went back to work; forcing his head down on the strap-on. His method would best be described as violent. Each stroke was long -- he'd start at the tip and go all the way down, until his face butted up against her stomach. At the same time, it was fast; he kept his head moving at all times. I appreciated his lack of concern for his own comfort, but was getting a bit irritated. Rachael had ordered him to do it the way that he used to demand, which meant that he had put my sister in just as painful and degrading a position as he was in now. I knew it was consensual between them, but it still seemed wrong. As I took in the inhumanity of the act, I felt myself getting angry. He looked like he was about to cry; I could only imagine how Rachael must have felt when she was on the receiving side. "You look fucking miserable, Spot," I snapped. "Do you have any idea how insulting that is to a lady? If you don't like getting fucked in your mouth, that's fine -- we'll just go straight to your asshole next time." Spot struggled to fake a smile. It couldn't have been easy; frankly I'm amazed that he was able to keep from vomiting, given the brutality of the blowjob. I was impressed by his effort, but it wasn't enough. Still angry, I picked up his butt plug as Spot watched out of the corner of his eye. As I coated the plug in lube, Spot gradually slowed his actions. Rachael didn't seem to care for this; she slapped him hard across the face, connecting right where I had hit him with the belt earlier. Spot's whimper was muffled by the dick in his mouth, but it was obvious that it really hurt him. Ignoring his suffering, I got up with the butt plug and walked behind him. He seemed to be having difficulty focusing; most likely he was distracted by what he knew was about to happen. He probably should have thought of that before he degraded my sister, though. Aiming the butt plug I forcefully shoved it in, ignoring his pained groans. Once fully inserted he collapsed into Rachael's lap, looking fully defeated. "You're not done yet, you fucking whore," I hissed. "She told you to suck her cock the way you made her suck yours, and that's what you're going to do. I want to see exactly how you defiled my sister, just in case I start feeling accidentally merciful towards you later." Grabbing him by the hair I forced his head down hard, held it in position for a few seconds, and then began to violently pump it up and down. He tried to protest, but all I heard were wet, guttural sounds. Unable to handle it, tears began to stream down his face. "Don't you fucking cry, slut!" I demanded. "We're not done until you show me how much you fucking love this. I swear to god, if I don't see a giant fucking smile on that whore face of yours I will show you what pain really is." Spot struggled to obey my order, but I wasn't making it easy on him. From my position I had excellent leverage, and I took full advantage of that. With each stroke I challenged myself to push him harder, faster; all the while he could do nothing but accept it. I went on for a good five minutes or so before I started to worry that I might actually hurt him bad enough to require a trip to the emergency room. Pulling his head back, I shoved him to the floor. "Stupid bitch," I sneered. "Can't even suck cock right." Spot slowly climbed up onto his hands and knees, and crawled in front of me. He was a mess. His eye was swollen; his face covered in his own spit and tears. As he looked up at me, though, I was surprised by his expression. He didn't look angry at all. He looked a little afraid, but mostly he looked remorseful. "I'm sorry that I failed you again, owner," he sobbed. "Please punish me so that you can forgive me? I promise I'll cooperate." I felt a little bad. What he had done with Rachael in the past was consensual, and I really shouldn't have punished him for something that my sister was okay with at the time. Still, I couldn't show any regret over my actions. Spot needed discipline; he needed someone to beat him into submission in order to be keep him from regressing into Rick. Hardening my heart, I reminded myself that this was for his own good. "I guess I should have seen it coming," I sighed. "You might love sucking cock, but you're fucking horrible at it. The deal was that if you did a good job you might be spared an ass fucking. Since you've fucked that up, I don't want to hear a single fucking word of complaint coming out of that worthless mouth of yours. Get on your fucking hands and knees in front of Rachael and present your slut ass to her." Spot obeyed immediately, quickly crawling in front of Rachael and lifting his ass into the air. It felt good to watch. I'm sure that some of his speed was due to his fear of further punishment, but I really believe that a big part of it was his desire to atone for disappointing me. Rachael seemed quite eager to do her part. Reaching forward, she pulled the plug out of his ass and set it on the floor. Approaching him, she aimed the tip of the strap-on and wrapped her hands around his waist. "I hope you're ready for this," she hissed, "because I'm not going to be gentle." Before Spot had a chance to react Rachael viciously thrust her hips forward, slamming the dildo into Spot's ass. Clearly unprepared, he stumbled and fell forward a little. To his credit, though, he immediately got back up. "Don't make me do all the work you lazy whore," she growled as she slapped his ass. "Fuck back. Show me how much you love a nice hard cock up your ass!" Spot groaned in displeasure, but obeyed her order just the same. It was wrong of him, of course -- he should have been moaning like a bitch in heat, whether he felt like it or not. I still felt bad for how rough I was on him earlier, though, so I decided to cut him some slack. Stripping out of my pants I laid down in front of him and pulled my panties to the side. The best way to keep him from getting into trouble with his mouth was to keep that mouth occupied. It felt really weird getting into that position with my sister watching. Even though I was older Rachael had always viewed me as somewhat childlike, and I think that might have been a big part of why I did it. I wanted her to realize that I was an adult, and I could be just as sexual as she could. Spot didn't need to be told what to do; he dived right in as soon as I got into position. He must have really loved eating pussy, even back when he was still Rick. God knows he was good at it. Grabbing him by the hair I pulled him in and held him in place while Rachael took control from behind. As Spot used his tongue to prove to me that he wasn't completely worthless, I made eye contact with Rachael. With Spot being no more than a sex toy, I again felt as though I was committing incest. The expression on her face led me to believe that she felt the same way. Neither of us seemed to have a problem with it, though -- neither of us looked away. Working into a rhythm, I found that each time Rachael thrust forward, Spot responded by jutting his tongue into me. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to fantasize openly about being fucked by my own sister. It wasn't far from reality. Between Spot's oral prowess, the taboo of the situation, and the sexual energy I had pent up from the diner I was in heaven. After only a few minutes my body quaked in orgasm. I had to bite my tongue -- not because I was afraid of being too loud, but because I was afraid that I'd call out Rachael's name. Gradually coming back down, I opened my eyes to see Rachael, still hammering away at Spot's asshole. I gave him a minute to lick as much girl cum as he could out of my pussy -- I figured he was probably still hungry. Getting back up, I took a seat back on the couch and relaxed, watching Spot's abuse. It seemed that he had gotten past the pain phase and was enjoying his sodomy, which was good. I didn't want to have to punish him for failure to moan, and now that wouldn't be an issue. He was clearly enjoying himself as much as Rachael was. Spot lasted a few more minutes before he began begging for permission to cum. I don't think Rachael was done just yet, but I gave permission anyway. Spot had performed well, and post-orgasm I was feeling more mellow and merciful. Rachael looked disappointed, but she'd live. There would be other times to abuse him. Spot threw his body back against Rachael as a thick stream of cum launched out of his cock, landing on my hardwood floor. Rachael looked a bit disgusted, but she let him finish before pulling out. Standing up, she delivered a quick kick to Spot's midsection, causing him to fall over on his side. "Disgusting little pig," she hissed. "How dare you make a mess like that on my sister's floor? Lick it the fuck up!" "Yes, ma'am," Spot sobbed, climbing up to his knees. Spot crawled over to the puddle he had left on the floor. He was clearly disgusted, though he did try his hardest to mask it. Leaning over, he dutifully licked his cum up, swallowing every last drop as Rachael laughed. I could tell that the laughter hurt him, but he was the one that made the mess. I let Spot finish cleaning up his mess before I called him over. He dutifully crawled up to me and lowered his head. Feeling relaxed in my post-orgasmic state, I calmly stroked his hair. "You got off to a weak start there," I commented, "but you improved. Overall, I think I'd give you a C-minus. With your track record, that's actually quite impressive." "Thank you, owner," he replied meekly. "I can't reward you for your performance, of course," I continued, "but I won't punish you either. I've punished you enough today, anyway. I'd like to see if you can make it until tomorrow without forcing me to punish you." "Yes, owner," he answered. "I'll try my best to not disappoint you." "I know you'll try," I sighed, "but I think you may need a little help. I'm going to put you in time-out for now. Being inanimate seems to keep you out of trouble. I'll need to gag you, of course, so I'd like you to fetch me the panties you were wearing earlier." "Yes, owner," he sobbed, as he crawled off. "Oh, Spot?" I called after him. "From now on, fetch with your mouth, not your hand." Spot returned with the filthy panties in his mouth. He clearly didn't like carrying them that way, and I couldn't blame him. Even from a distance I could see the wad he had deposited back in the diner. He looked so pathetic as he crawled up to me. Taking pity on him, I reached down and took them out of his mouth. "Good boy," I praised as I stroked his hair. "I know you probably don't want these to go back in your mouth, and I don't blame you. They're soaked with your filthy little piggy cum; no one in their right mind would want to taste that." "Unfortunately," I continued, "you did make this mess, so it's only right that you should have to clean it up. I want you to know that this isn't a punishment, though -- I'm not angry at you at all. Now, open your mouth, slut." Balling the panties up, I shoved them into Spot's mouth. Once I had them all the way in I put my hand under his chin and forced his mouth closed. I'm sure he would have liked to have spit them out, but he knew better. I spent the next several hours just hanging out with Rachael. It was really nice, we watched a few movies, chatted, and pretty much ignored Spot entirely -- though we did use him as a foot rest. Spot seemed mostly okay with it; he simply curled up into a ball at the foot of the couch and relaxed. We were so pleased with his behavior that we let him briefly remove his gag and have some popcorn. He had to beg for it on his hind legs and catch it in his mouth, of course -- I didn't want to spoil him. Eventually, I began feeling tired. I led Spot into the bedroom, and removed his gag. Taking the rope I tied his ankles together, then his wrists, then tied his ankles to his wrists; binding him in a fetal position. Leaving him at the foot of the bed, I tossed a towel over him to use as a blanket. I didn't want him to think that I was cruel. Rachael slept in my bed with me. With my sister in my arms and my pet on the floor, I felt extremely safe, and extremely happy. Life was good.