Renamed
mc; ff; fg; fdom; oral; anal; inc; ws
Kelly smiled as she rang the doorbell and waited. It had been two months since she had seen her best friend Casey, and she was eager to catch up. Her best friend’s family had only intended to go on a simple one week vacation over winter break to spend the holidays with family on some island where her friend’s grandmother lived. But what had been intended as a short trip turned into a much longer stay by a winter storm that had prevented anyone from leaving the island.
Casey’s mother, Ellen, opened the door with a smile, “Hello Kelly, I’m glad you could come over…” the woman then waved to Kelly’s own parents, who were waiting in the car to make sure that someone opened the door before driving away. “...come on in, Casey’s upstairs in her room.”
Kelly grinned, “Thanks Ms. Cullen.” she wiped her shoes on the welcome mat, and then rushed past, heading up the stairs to her best friend’s room. She let out an excited squeal as she saw her friend and rushed to hug her, “Hey, I’ve missed you so much! You have to tell me everything!”
Casey returned the excited squeal with a giggle, and pulled Kelly in tight, then she broke the hug and flopped down on her bed, “And I have SO much to tell you about! OMG, Mt. Mentempuer was awesome!”
Kelly had been friends with Casey for almost six years, having met her in the first grade when they were both only six. Now Casey was thirteen, with Kelly about eight months away from becoming a teenager herself.
Kelly blushed as she sat down beside Casey on the bed, having noticed something during the brief hug. Her friend had grown breasts over her trip… not big ones, but they were breasts, soft swells of blossoming womanhood that made Kelly feel a bit insecure about her own flat, boyish chest. She smiled through her blush as she admired her friend for a moment.
Whereas Kelly’s ancestry was a muddled mix of Russian, Irish and German, leaving her with brown eyes, dishwater blonde hair and pale skin with frustratingly prolific freckles no matter how much she tried to avoid the sun, Casey’s own skin was a rich hot chocolate brown, and smooth and flawless, with wavy black hair that glistened in the light and rich brown eyes. Kelly was a little taller, but only by a couple inches, her early growth spurt having left her tomboyish and a touch lanky. Casey’s growth spurt had gone into her hips and curves, and now apparently her chest, leaving her looking like a young woman.
She listened as her best friend told her all about the island, talking about the contrast of the snowy mountain peak and the warm volcanic beaches. Casey’s father was a Mentempuer native, and had gotten his green card after marrying Casey’s American mother. Her dad looked like a dorky, skinny, computer nerd Thor, while her mother was a black southern belle with over-ample curves and a barely restrained afro.
Casey suddenly stopped talking, and glanced at the door for a moment before looking back at Kelly, “The coolest thing though, was what I got from an old woman in the village on the island.”
“What’d you get?” Kelly asked curiously.
Casey whispered, “A magic spell.”
Kelly giggled, “Seriously?” unable to hide the skeptical tone from her voice.
“Totally serious.” Casey said with absolute sincerity. “The old woman who sold it to me said that it would let me claim those I wished as slaves, and they would be helpless to resist.”
Kelly rolled her eyes, she had never known Casey to be gullible, but that was just too ridiculous. “And how much did THAT cost you?”
“A hundred bucks, all my holiday cash, but it’s real.” Casey said excitedly, “Watch this…” she then called out through the open bedroom door, “Hey Buttmunch! Get in here!”
Kelly had heard the nickname before, she knew Casey hated it, but that’s because it was what Casey’s older sister Sandy always called her. Kelly gasped at hearing her friend just shout it out into the hallway.
She was stunned as Sandy meekly stepped into the doorway, biting her lower lip and shivering a little, “You… you called, Mistress?”
Casey pointed to the floor in front of the two girls on the bed and said, “Kneel, slave.” Kelly watched with open mouthed shock as Sandy complied.
Sandy was a lot like Casey, but at fifteen years old, she was more mature, and far bitchier. She had been gifted with looks that put Casey’s already considerable cuteness to shame, and she had always considered herself superior to Casey and any of her ‘little friends’.
When last Kelly had seen Sandy, the older girl had sported long, smooth black hair that fell almost to her ass, and dressed for her figure, with curvy hips, a full heart-shaped ass and prodigious double-d’s. Now though, Sandy’s hair had been shaved on the sides and back, with the top cut short and spiky, in a very ‘bull-dyke’ style. As for clothes, Sandy was wearing an old t-shirt and a ratty old pair of sweatpants, as well as a stiff looking white leather collar.
Kelly looked from Casey to Sandy and back, “Okay… that’s…” she giggled a little, “That’s a good prank, you almost had me there.”
Casey gave Kelly a Cheshire grin, “Oh, it’s no prank. She really is my slave, and the coolest part, everyone else believes it too. Mom and dad think that she has been my slave for years and that everything is normal. They’re even pulling her out of school, because, you know… a slave doesn’t need an education.”
Kelly saw Sandy shudder at Casey’s words, looking up at Kelly with tear filled eyes. The older girl swallowed hard and then whispered, “Run…”
Casey snapped, “Shut up, Buttmunch! You talk when I say you can talk!”
Kelly flinched at Casey’s sudden anger, shying sideways on the bed, slightly away from her friend, “Okay, well… I know that can’t be true…”
“It is! I’ll show you. Buttmunch, strip!” Casey declared gleefully.
Sandy gave a soft sob before standing up, beginning to remove her clothing. Her t-shirt came off first, exposing her heavy bare breasts, unsupported by a bra, with her almost ebony-dark nipples pierced through with thick golden rings.
Kelly’s eyes locked on those piercings and she gasped, “You got your nipples pierced?!”
Casey giggled, “No. I got her nipples pierced. I told mom that I wanted it done, and paid for it with what used to be Sandy’s college fund. She has a new stud in her tongue too… but that’s not the best part, just wait!”
Sandy dropped the t-shirt to the floor and then started to push the sweat pants down. Her body was hairless from the neck down, and looked smooth and waxed. The big shock though, was what was between her legs. Her black cleft was pierced through a total of nine gold rings. Eight of them were evenly spaced across her slit, piercing through her inner and outer labia, tight enough to pull and hold the girl’s pussy closed tight, like a form of jewelry based chastity. The ninth was pierced through the girl’s clit, and from it hung a gold tag that was etched with ‘BUTTMUNCH’ boldly.
Kelly couldn’t imagine that those piercings were a prank. She couldn’t imagine the amount of pain that enduring such modifications would put a girl through. She swallowed hard and looked to Casey, “Yeah, but… uh…. no… you said no one knew she wasn’t a slave. I didn’t know…”
Casey smiled, “Of course not. You, me, and my slave sister are the only ones who know the truth.”
Kelly felt a knot of apprehension twist in her guts, “Why do I know different?”
“Because everyone involved in the spell is immune to the reality warping effects, I guess.” Casey posited. She then pulled out a manila envelope and pulled an old piece of parchment out of it, letting Kelly see the intricate pattern of mystic symbols, lines and archaic text that wove in a spiral around a triangle in the center of the page. A brown ‘dried blood’ thumbprint rested in the middle of the triangle. The triangle pointed down, and she saw Casey’s name written on the top line, with Mistress written under it, just inside the triangle. “Your reality doesn’t get warped until I tell you your new name…”
Kelly saw Sandy’s name written on one of the down pointing lines, with Buttmunch written just inside the triangle under her name, and on the other side…
Kelly shook her head, “No… Casey… no…”
“...Pissbucket.” Casey said with insidious glee.
Kelly felt a shudder run through her whole body, feeling suddenly cold and unclean all at the same time. It made her squirm. She stood up, “T… that’s just… gross. What’s wrong with you…” she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed her mom.
Sandy looked up at Kelly apologetically, but Casey watched her like a cat watches a fish in a fishbowl.
When her mother answered, Kelly said quickly, “Mom… you need to come pick me up.”
Her mother sounded surprised, “Oh, is your mistress letting you visit home?”
Kelly blinked, “Huh… uh… no… I…”
Her mother was quiet for a moment, and then sighed, “Well you can’t exactly leave your mistress without permission, can you? Is she there? Put her on the phone dear.”
Kelly’s eyes went wide and she let out a soft sob, looking to Casey, who just held out her hand. Kelly slowly handed over the phone in stunned silence.
“Hello, Ms. Stoker, how are you doing today? No, no… everything’s fine, Pissbucket just got a little confused for a moment, silly girl. I’d like to come by tomorrow to get some of her things, after that though you can donate the rest to charity or throw it away, okay? Great! See you tomorrow, sometime after lunch, okay? Bye now!” Casey then hung up the cell phone and tossed it on the bed.
“Why?” Kelly asked, breaking the resulting silence after the call, “We’re best friends…”
Casey shrugged, “I don’t know, really. The spell allowed me to take two people, and obviously I had to enslave my bitch sister, but with the other one… well… you were the first name that came to mind.”
“Now then…” Casey said with a wicked purr in her voice as she stood up, “...I’ve been holding in a wicked piss all day. On your knees, Pissbucket.”
Kelly shook her head, but despite herself, her knees gave out and she dropped to a kneeling position. She looked down at herself in shock, and then back up, seeing Casey unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them and her panties down to expose her dusky slit to Kelly. “No… please… you can’t do this…”
Casey giggled, “Oh, but I can. Just ask my sister. I know, I know, I had this same conversation with her already, ‘but I’m not a lesbian’, ‘but that’s gross’, ‘oh please no!’...” Casey smiled, “It doesn’t matter, you’ll do it. Either by force, or in resignation, you’re my slave now. Head back, mouth open, Pissbucket!”
Kelly’s muscles trembled as she tried to resist, but slowly her head tilted back and her mouth opened wide enough that her jaw ached. She sobbed and closed her eyes as Casey stepped close enough to push her soft flesh right against Kelly’s open mouth.
“Now you swallow every drop like a good slave…” then Casey relaxed her bladder, releasing a torrent of hot, acrid golden liquid into her best friend made slave’s mouth.
The smell of piss filled Kelly’s nose, and the hot salt across her tongue made her stomach churn, but despite the instinctual desire to spit it out and escape, she found herself locking her lips around her friend’s pussy and suckling, swallowing, drinking down the foul water.
“Mmmm, oh fuck this feels good…” Casey sighed as she relieved herself. She then snapped her fingers and said, “Buttmunch, get your tongue up my ass!”
Kelly kept her eyes closed, but she could hear the movement, and feel Casey shifting against her as the other slave pushed against their Mistress’s ass cheeks. She kept drinking the horrible piss that flowed into her mouth, feeling like she wanted to vomit, but the orders trumped her body’s reflexes too.
As the flow began to taper off, Casey ordered, “When you’ve swallowed the last of it, lick me clean, and then lick my pussy until I cum. This has me so hot that I need a serious orgasm!”
The closest Kelly had ever come to sex before that day was a game of ‘show you mine’ with a boy she had a crush on, through a webcam, seeing him stroke himself as she showed him her pussy. She had never considered girls arousing, but that didn’t matter anymore. Her tongue moved in reply to the order, as she swallowed the last of Casey’s piss and then started to lick her clean, before she began to awkwardly try to bring the girl to orgasm with her tongue. The tastes, the sensation, the smell, and the knowledge of what she was doing all disgusted her and left her feeling incredibly humiliated.
She could hear Sandy licking not far from her, their chins occasionally bumping as Sandy licked, suckled and tongued her sister’s ass, and Kelly focused on her pussy with similar reluctant abandon.
Casey’s hands pushed against Kelly’s head, digging through her hair as she moaned and ground her hips forward and backwards against her two slaves’ attentions, slowly riding their faces to a powerful, body shaking orgasm. Afterwards she pushed the two girls’ heads away and said, “Buttmunch, take Pissbucket to her new room and strip her down for the night.” she then collapsed on the bed, sighing happily.
Sandy put her hand on Kelly’s shoulder as the younger girl started to cry, and helped her up and out of the room.
Kelly’s new room, it turned out, was Sandy’s old room, though gone was the furniture and clothing, and all of Sandy’s old treasured belongings. In its place was a sturdy eye-bolt in the wall, its base plate bolted into a stud in the wall, and a pair of ratty old blankets.
Sandy helped Kelly out of her clothing and tossed it in the corner, and then fitted a black leather collar around Kelly’s throat. “I’m sorry… I tried to warn you. It’s too late now though. She chains us up at night, but it doesn’t matter, I’ve tried to run, to escape, to talk people out of believing her… it’s useless.”
Kelly felt numb, unable to process what was happening to her. She just curled into a ball atop one of the blankets and started to cry.
The next day was hell for Kelly, spending the night chained to the wall, and then serving as her Mistress’s toilet before she was unlocked and allowed to go use a toilet herself. She and Sandy ate plain oatmeal from bowls on the floor while Casey and her parents ate French toast at the table.
Afterwards she was herded into a car, taken for laser hair removal to render her as smooth as Sandy and a hair stylist to shave her hair into a matched style. Afterwards she was taken to a piercing salon, where her tongue, candy pink nipples, and her virgin slit were all pierced in silver, standing out in contrast to Sandy’s own piercings, but otherwise identical in style and placement, with a silver tag hanging from her clit ring, pronouncing her ‘PISSBUCKET’
No one seemed surprised or shocked by how young Kelly was, or that she was being treated as a slave. Everyone they met just treated it as if it was normal and right.
It took months for most her piercings to heal, but her tongue healed in a little over a day, after which time Casey began training her in the ‘proper way’ to eat pussy. A chore she had to do at least three times a day, more on days when Casey didn’t have school, and of course she served as the girl’s urinal whenever the need arose. Sandy, obviously, had it worse, but Casey treated them both like things more than people. She and Sandy were kept naked almost all the time, a stark contrast of black skin with gold piercings, and pale skin with silver piercings. Casey’s perfect salt and pepper slave set.
Kelly and Sandy’s lives were devoted to giving Casey orgasms at the drop of a hat, a skill that they both resentfully perfected over time, but thanks to their piercings and Casey’s orders, the two were forbidden from orgasms themselves, making their only sexual relief, the climaxes they gave their mistress.
Eventually Casey graduated high school, and married Brad West, Kelly’s old crush. Brad was forbidden from engaging sexually in her slaves, but licking the cum out of Casey’s pussy was added to Kelly’s chores, whenever the two had sex, often with the two slaves watching.
Kelly’s life was shattered, irrevocably changed by a vacation on an island called Mt. Mentempuer. A vacation that she herself had never had.
