Family Ties

Miriam and Chloe were joined by David in the kitchen. Spread across the large oak table before them were blueprints for the changes they planned to make to the basement of the old house on St. Margaret's Street. While Simon was upstairs, drugged and restrained, his future was being rebuilt downstairs.

"How long will it take to convert the basement?" Miriam asked David, her finger tracing the outline of a new, reinforced door.

"About three days until it's functional, then we can finish the finer details as we do the rest of the house."

"Perfect. Are they okay to start tomorrow? I know it's earlier than planned."

"Yes, it's all arranged. Could you keep him out of the way for a few days?"

Miriam smiled, a predatory glint in her eye. "Oh, yeah, that will be no problem." She placed her hand on his thigh, her touch a claim. "Now, I suggest you strip and get on your knees."

Chloe handed him a thick metal collar. "Put that on."

David stood, his giant frame dwarfing the ladies. He stripped slowly, as they had trained him to do, letting them savor his muscular frame piece by piece. Miriam stood and stepped behind Chloe, pulling her hair back by the roots and kissing her hard, a clear display of ownership. "You strip too, my little slut. Collar yourself."

Chloe breathed in deeply, a shiver of excitement running through her, and joined David on the floor, stripping with practiced grace. Miriam sat back, enjoying the view, her hands already going to her soaking pussy. She fleetingly thought of Simon, bound and helpless upstairs. Soon, he would be joining their games, though he would be the chew toy for her hungry bitches.

Soon, both David and Chloe were kneeling at their Master's feet, and Miriam felt a pure, intoxicating surge of sexual power run through her veins. She looked down at David's broad shoulders and back, smiling at the faint, silvery scars from the beatings he had eagerly endured for her. He was her unicorn, a true masochist built like a bull. He could snap her in half without breaking a sweat, but he would rather kneel and worship her and her daughter.

"Chloe, put a leash on our boy and bring him up to my room. I need that cock."

"Yes, mummy," came the obedient reply.

Miriam stood and left, heading for her ex-husband's bedroom, which she had now taken ownership of, her hips swaying with confidence.

Chloe stood and put her legs on either side of David's head. "Worship," she ordered him. He lifted his head and placed his mouth against her pussy. She grabbed his hair as his tongue expertly licked between her lips. "Good boy," she gasped, then pulled away. She knew the rules, knew exactly how far she could push. She, too, had been on the receiving end of her mother's whip and never wanted to go there again.

She clipped a leash to David's collar and led him upstairs, her free hand rubbing the pink leather collar around her own throat. She twisted the small name tag between her fingers. Engraved on the tag was a single word: "slut." Nothing more needed to be said.

Miriam looked in on Simon as she passed his room. He hadn't moved, still lost in a drug-induced sleep that should keep him quiet for the next few hours. Satisfied, she walked to her room and opened the last suitcase Simon had carried up. She smiled down at the toys inside, picked a few choice items, and laid them on the bed.

Chloe and David found her lying on the bed, naked, her hands idly stroking her pussy. She looked at Chloe with pride at the way she was handling David, a giant puppy on a leash. She threw her daughter a strap-on and a bottle of lube. Chloe smiled; she knew what was coming. She let go of the leash and kicked David's backside.

"Stand," she ordered, and he obeyed instantly, his huge cock standing out like a flagpole.

While Chloe pulled the harness straps tight, Miriam sat forward on the bed. She took David's massive cock in her hands, put her lips around the exposed head, and sucked, while she stroked it up and down with a firm, practiced rhythm.

Miriam released David's cock with a soft pop, her lips glistening. She lay back on the bed, her legs spread in a clear, demanding invitation. She pulled him towards her by his leash, a command he understood without a word. He positioned himself over her, his muscular body a powerful shadow. She guided his huge cock to her entrance, and as he pushed forward, she felt a deep, primal satisfaction as his thick head parted her cunt lips, stretching her open in a way that was both demanding and exquisite. He sank into her slowly, inch by incredible inch, filling her completely until she thought she might burst.

Behind him, Chloe squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the black, false cock jutting from her hips. With one hand, she gripped David's hip, and with the other, she guided the slick dildo to his tight entrance. As David thrust into Miriam, Chloe thrust into him, creating a perfect, powerful rhythm. She fucked him with long, hard strokes, her hips slamming against his ass, driving him deeper into her mother with every thrust. The room filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure: Miriam's moans, Chloe's grunts of exertion, and David's deep, guttural groans as he was caught in the middle, the conduit for their combined lust.

When Miriam was finally satisfied, her body shuddering with the last waves of her orgasm, she shoved David back with a firm shove to his chest. Her voice was sharp, ringing with authority. "Enough. Now, clean her." She nodded toward Chloe.

David obediently withdrew from Miriam and turned to Chloe. He knelt before her, took the slick, glistening strap-on in his hands, and began to lick and suck it clean, his eyes closed in submission. When he was finished, Miriam gave her next command. "Now, take her. Roughly."

Chloe unhooked the harness and threw the strap-on aside, a discarded toy. In a flash, David's demeanor changed. He grabbed her by the hair, a rough, possessive grip, and pulled her down to his still-hard cock. He forced it into her mouth, his hips thrusting, fucking her face with a brutal intensity that left her gasping. After a few moments, he yanked her up by her hair again and dragged her across to the bed. He pushed her face down between her mother's legs, into the mess of sweat and come that was still leaking from Miriam's pussy.

"Clean her," he growled, his voice a low, menacing command. As Chloe began to lick her mother, David positioned himself behind her. He drove his cock into her without warning, fucking her from behind with deep, punishing strokes. The force of his thrusts pushed her face harder into her mother's pussy. Chloe screamed into the wet, fleshy heat as she was overwhelmed, her own orgasm ripping through her, violent and intense.

Just as her screams subsided into whimpers, David pulled out. With a final grunt, he splashed his hot come all over her back, before the room fell silent, save for their heavy breathing.

Simon's consciousness returned slowly, surfacing from a thick, drug-induced fog. The first thing he registered was a sharp, cramping pain in his groin as his cock tried to rise for a morning erection, only to be brutally throttled by the cage. Instinctively, he tried to stretch his limbs. A bolt of pure panic shot through him when he found he couldn't straighten his arms or bend his legs. He twisted on the bed, sending fresh waves of agony down his back as the taut skin of his welts protested the movement.

"Mum!" he shouted, but the word came out as a dry, useless rasp, swallowed by the large, empty house.

Down the hall, Miriam stirred as Chloe curled against her. She stretched languidly, then tapped her daughter on the head. "Go sort him out," she murmured. "I'll put the kettle on."

Chloe kissed her mother on the lips and slipped out of bed, pulling on a silk robe as she headed for the door.

"Chloe," Miriam called softly.

Chloe glanced back. Miriam tapped her own neck, and Chloe let out a small sigh of annoyance as she remembered the pink leather collar she still wore. She quickly unbuckled it, tossed it onto the bed, then left to attend to her brother.

Miriam picked up her phone. A message from David was waiting: ‘Builders should arrive around 10.’ She glanced at the bedside clock: 8:15. Plenty of time, she thought, to get things in order.

Chloe paused in the doorway, taking in Simon before announcing herself. She relished the sight of his helplessness, watching him twist in panic on the bed. She artfully arranged her silk robe so that just enough of her flesh was visible, a tantalizing promise. She stepped in front of him and crouched, the robe parting slightly to reveal the smooth skin at the top of her thighs. She lifted his head in her hand. "Morning, Simon," she said, her voice soft and syrupy, before kissing him on the forehead.

"Chloe, what the fuck? Why am I tied up?" he rasped, his voice dry and weak.

She tapped him playfully on the nose. “Now, just calm down. There's no need for that kind of language," she said, letting the reprimand hang in the air. Once she had his full attention, she continued, her tone shifting to one of pure, feigned concern. "You were thrashing around in your sleep again last night, and Mum was scared you were going to hurt your back some more. So we had to make sure you were safe." She stood, offering him a hand. "Now hold still and let me help you up.”

Simon couldn't help noticing the amount of flesh his sister was showing as she untied him and helped him to stand. "Let me look at that back."

Simon turned around. His wrists ached from the cuffs, and he lifted his arms to touch the collar, almost forgetting he was naked except for the cage on his cock. Chloe rubbed his neck around the collar. "It's still pretty awful back here. We'll see what Mum has to say, but for now, sit back on the bed. Mum will bring some breakfast up.”

"I need to pee."

"Do you need help?" she asked.

"Don't think so."

"Well, I'm here if you need me."

"Okay," he sighed. She followed him to the bathroom, and as he went to close the door, she put a hand on it.

"Better leave it open. Just in case I need to come in and help you."

Simon sighed again and stood by the toilet. He looked down at his cock and realized with a fresh wave of humiliation that he would have to sit to pee, the cage making it impossible to aim.