A Dog's Tale

I woke up to a heavy knock on my door, my ass still leaking Aunt Chloe’s cum.

“Ritch!” Stan’s voice hissed at my door.

I stumbled to my feet, crossed the floor, and cracked the door open.

“What?” I whispered.

“Tawnya needs you!” he answered gleefully, grabbed me by the neck, and hauled me, stark naked, through the hallway and his room and into their bathroom.

Tawnya sat on her porcelain throne, smiling excitedly, as my brother pushed me through the door.

“Come here, pretty boy,” she smiled, my collar resting on her lap.

I walked over to her and knelt, obediently letting her put the collar around my neck and attached the sturdy chain. She opened her legs and pulled me down to her crotch.

“Clean me,” she whispered, not commanding, but assertive and natural, as if she’d told me to pass her the butter.

Excitedly, I got to work. Her morning pee stung my tongue, and I wished she had emptied herself inside me instead of wasting herself in the bowl.

“Did you enjoy Aunt Chloe last night?" she asked with a gleeful smile.

“Mmhmm,” I agreed, busy lapping the inner folds of my sister’s pussy.

“She’s quite something, isn’t she?”

“He’s still leaking her cum from his ass, sis! You should see this!” Stan said.

“Oh, you naughty little dog!” Tawnya moaned and ruffled my hair.

I heard Stan move next to me, heard him stretch and yawn, then his warm piss hit the side of my face and gushed down Tawnya’s pussy and trickled into the bowl below.

“Thank you, Master Stanley!” I moaned in appreciation and lapped his pee from our sister’s cunt.

His stinging urine was nothing like our sister’s smooth cocktail and had me gagging slightly, but the warm splash was a welcome surprise.

I was instantly hard.

I lapped Tawnya’s pussy once more, cleaning every drop off her, then longingly stared at her clit.

“Yes, dog…you may,” she whispered.

I dove into her pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth, twirled my tongue around it, and kissed it. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into her sweet snatch, rewarding me with a big moan as she clawed my scalp with her fingernails.

“Your Master demands your attention,” she whispered.

I regretfully let go of my sister’s intoxicating sex as Stan offered me his semi-erect cock. Delight filled me as he now was as cleanly shaven as myself. I slurped him inside my greedy mouth and sucked him down my throat, where I felt his fat meat grow. I pushed my head into his crotch and felt his balls against my chin, then let my throat slowly fuck the hardness back in him. Oh, so hard.

Tawnya watched with big eyes how I sucked her lover, making him ready for her. She rubbed her fingers over her clit and played with it, then curled her fingers inside her wet, oozing snatch.

Stan pulled himself out of me and lay himself on the floor. Tawnya leaped up and mounted him, then slammed her pussy down on his fat meat. I gathered my work was done and went to find a bathroom to relieve myself, hoping neither Aunt Shelly nor the twins were up yet.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tawnya panted, looking over her shoulder at me.

“I…I need to pee!”

“Not yet, you don’t.”

She grabbed the chain from the floor and pulled hard at it.

“Watch your brother’s cock slide in and out of me. See how his fat cock stretches my tiny pussy. Oh, I do have a tiny little fuck-hole, don’t I?”

She pulled me down, and Stan spread his legs, allowing me to kneel between them. I watched his cock slide into our sister, and I watched as he pulled slowly out, his cock wet with Tawnya’s juices. Her pussy was indeed stretched around his fat meat, now only inches away from my mouth.

I struggled to contain myself; I longed to lick at his shaft and balls, but Master had not permitted or ordered me to.

“You want to lick that shaft, don’t you?” Tawnya teased, “You want to lick my juices off that fat meat, don’t you? You wish it were you he was pounding, don’t you, my little cocksucker?”

Every word was true.

“Lick my ass. If it helps, close your eyes and imagine it being Aunt Chloe’s. Did she let you lick her ass? Or did she just fuck your boy-cunt?”

I put my hands on Tawnya’s ass, pulled her cheeks apart, and stared at her anus, shifting and stretching as Stan’s cock pulled in and out of her pussy.

I placed the tip of my tongue right at her hole, and she rewarded me with a ‘Good Boy!’ as I started lapping at her ass.

“He’s such a good boy, baby,” she whispered to Stan, “Right now, he’s slobbering over my hole, and every now and again, he pokes his tongue to it. Should I let him in?”

“Yeah, Tawnya, let him into that tight hole of yours!” Stan demanded.

She expertly relaxed her sphincter and let my tongue inside her, and, admittedly, my tongue had developed quite its expertise, fucking her hole open.

“Mount me…mount me and fuck my ass!”

“Tawnya…I really need to pee,” I pleaded.

“Obey her!” Stan barked.

“Yes, Master Stanley,” I obeyed

There was something strangely empowering mounting my mockingbird and tyrant through eighteen years. Her head down and panting at my brother’s neck, her long black hair a wild and tangled mess after a long night of anything but sleep, cascading on the floor in knots and thickets. Her tiny body squashed between her brother’s and her ass gaping at the tip of my cock, I pushed myself into her, and she moaned loudly, letting me ravage her at her most vulnerable.

“Pull at my hair! Pull my hair, you bastard!” she yelled.

Driven by pure lust, I grabbed her hair and pulled hard at it, releasing years of anger and frustration.  Her neck stretched, and her back arched. Stan grabbed her tiny tits in his huge hands and pinched her nipples hard. He used her cunt as a masturbator, hammering fast into her. Her pussy was sloshing around his fat cock. I picked up my pace, thrusting myself into her, my bladder soaring in pain.

“Oh, God! Oh, my fucking God!”

Tawnya was ecstatic, and her moans turned into a constant howl.

“Relieve yourself in her!” Stan grunted.

“What?! But…”

“Do as you’re fucking told! Fill her with your piss!”

I pushed myself deep inside her and tried to release myself, but there was a definite miscommunication between my cock and bladder. Sweat formed as I was sure my bladder was going to explode; the pain was running daggers through my gut.

“What are you waiting for? Fill me up!” Tawnya pleaded.

I closed my eyes, and time seemed to stop—a vast void occupied my head, and finally, release.

I arched my back as the floodgate opened and gushed my morning waste deep inside her.

“Fill me up, fill me up, and fuck me! Oh, please fuck me!”

My cock burned deep inside her as she tightened around me, marinating my meat in my pee. I started pounding into her, my golden waters seeping out of her with each thrust.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” she whimpered, her voice trembling with ecstasy as shivers of pure pleasure tore through her body, her muscles tensed and eased in delightful spasms.

Her pussy gripped Stan’s cock in a greedy hunger, consuming it entirely in her wetness and milking his sperm deep inside her.

Her ass clenched around my cock, and I could not deny her; I exploded inside her and collapsed on top of her. As my cock shriveled inside her, pee and cum gushed out of her ass, a delightful cocktail.

“That…was fantastic,” Tawnya moaned into our brother's neck, “I had no idea I could cum this hard!”

I made a move to ease myself off her back.

“No. Let’s stay like this for longer. I love being sandwiched between your sweaty bodies, feeling my holes still tremble.”

Her words lingered, hanging in the sultry air. The room filled with our collective panting and the wet sound as Stan’s fat member shrunk and slid out of our sister’s contended and satiated sex.

***

The three of us found our spots at the table; a familiar pattern had already formed. At each end, the two brothers, Dad and Uncle George, the two men acting like bookends securing the stories of our perverted family.

To my uncle’s right was Chloe, serving the image as a loving wife, her appearance giving no clue to her insatiable sexual appetite or the fact that at her groin lay the most fantastic penis created. Then there was me, nestled between my two dominatrices, Chloe and Tawnya, who sat beside Stan; the chair to his right usually sat empty.  

To Dad’s right was Mom, the queen of the household. Beside her, Shaquila and Monique shared their corrupted sisterly bond, Monique demanding and Shaquila obeying. Aunt Shelly usually completed the lineup, but usually at the spot directly at Uncle George’s left. This morning, however, we were joined by Chuck, Dad’s right-hand man, and the essential gear to the machinery running our farm. His expertise and hard work are integral to our success.

In my mind, he stood out as the jagged piece that didn’t fit the perverted jigsaw puzzle that was our family.

Mom smiled at us, relieved that her children had found some common understanding, and finally seemed to share more than insults and bickering.

Sitting directly opposite Tawnya, Monique sent an ice-cold stare across the table at my sister. Then, with a sudden change in demeanor, she flashed Stan a big smile, fluttered her eyelids, and sensually sucked a strawberry into her mouth. Tawnya remained calm, her expression unchanged. She formed her fingers into hooks and made a subtle, deliberate motion as if hooking onto something and tearing it apart.

Monique’s stare bore into her, not in horror this time, but with intense hatred. Yet, she dared not send Stan another invitation. Instead, she channeled anger and frustration toward her sister, shrinking her existence into being her mere servant for the remainder of the meal.

As always, Anabelle served up a magical meal, and for once, we didn’t hastily disperse to attend to our separate activities; instead, we luxuriated in its flavors, savored each moment, and seemed a typical, healthy family preparing for Christmas.

Chuck’s presence was also explained, as Dad wanted me to join him the next day to harvest the Christmas tree. I had known Chuck my entire life and looked forward to spending time with him.

Chloe put her hand on my thigh and smiled at me, then leaned in, bit my earlobe, and whispered, “I need to fuck you again tonight.”

It felt so empowering knowing my aunt desired my ass so deeply, and I smiled at her and whispered a longing yes.

Tawnya squeezed my other thigh for attention and looked up at me with her deep, dark eyes, “I’m leaking so much cum…would you?” she whispered and dropped her fork onto the floor.

“Oh, let me!” I said and slid myself under the table. I rummaged for her ‘lost’ fork as she spread her legs wide and pulled her skirt up. Her pussy was indeed gushing sperm out, no wonder, considering how many times Stan had filled her up the past few days. I lapped up what had pooled at the chair, then ran my tongue up her snatch. The combination of her sweet juices and Stan’s thick, creamy seeds made my head spin. It seemed that with each lick of my tongue, her pussy rewarded me with another fresh load of their cocktail. When her flood finally subsided, I ran my tongue up her slit and sucked her clit hard into my mouth.

“Mmmhmmmm!” I heard her groan out loud as her hand pushed my face off her.

“What’s that, Tawnya? I heard Mom’s voice across the table.

“Nothing, I just thought Chuck’s input on new machinery sounded like a good idea!”

I peered my flustered head up from underneath the table, and her playful grin reassured me that I was forgiven, but her whispered words also let me know it came with a penalty, “Tomorrow morning, you’re drinking all my pee!”

Finally, people started to disperse. Chuck was the first, citing too many tasks as already late. Mom and Dad followed him to the door and never returned, as their chores distracted them from socializing.

Aunt Chloe and Uncle George followed shortly after.

“If you’ll all excuse us, I must punish my unfaithful husband. Shelly, be a doll and join us, would you?”

The three of us, Monique, Shaquila, and I, stared at her, mouths agape, but to Stan and Tawnya, her words had occurred just as naturally as breathing.

All of our eyes stalked their movements as they walked across the floor and headed into the hallway. Our ears spied their footsteps through the hallway, and our senses drank their hurried ascent up the stairs.

I was sure I wasn’t the only one who was turned on by the thought of what was about to happen upstairs. Monique certainly had gained some lustful confidence as she stood up and walked around the table.

“When, and mark my words, when you tire of your sister's scrawny cunt and her small, ugly chest, and when you grow weary of those pathetic, pleading eyes, and you're ready to be treated by a real woman, come see me. I'll take you on a joyride you'll never forget.”

She grabbed Stan’s reluctant hand and placed it under her skirt, guiding it to her slit. With firm pressure, she pressed his hand against herself before releasing him. As Stan withdrew his hand, it glistened with her wetness. She swiftly brought his hand to her mouth and sucked his finger into her mouth.

Then, she turned around and started walking steadfastly toward the hallway. She halted halfway and sent a raging eye at her sister. Shaquila sat silently at the table, her eyes fixed on her empty plate. Tiredness seemed to weigh heavily on her, and her eyes shimmered with sadness as she reluctantly pushed through her inner turmoil and followed her sister. Her head hung low as she trailed behind Monique, their footsteps echoing down the hallway.

“Fucking cunt.”

Tawnya spit the words out, then took Stan’s hand in her own and licked him clean.

“She does taste absolutely fantastic, though.”

***

I had retreated to my room. My nightly escapades and my brutal yet delightful wake-up call had me exhausted. I had adorned myself in Chloe’s underwear and loved the way the string caressed my butthole as I drifted into sleep.

Again, a knock on the door cut my rest short. Not heavy this time, but more like a hurried hush. Before I could answer, Tawnya poked her head in.

“Come, dog, we’re going for a walk!”

She stopped and gazed at me, “Oh, nice! Are those a present from Aunt Chloe? I like them, keep them on, but you might want to pull on something slightly warmer. Oh, red is definitely your color!”

I hurriedly put on pants, a sweater, and, finally, socks, which Tawnya had suggested.

“Come, dog, let’s put your collar on!”

Obediently, I walked over to her, and she put my collar around my neck and attached the leash. Then, she kissed me deeply before hastily pulling me through the door.

We rushed down the stairs. Giggling, she helped me put my boots on, and hastily, we crossed the farmyard. Under the awning at the barn, she grabbed my head and kissed me again, “Good boy!”

She flung open the doors to the old slaughterhouse, revealing a dim, cavernous space that smelled faintly of rust and decay. The air was heavy and cool, with a lingering dampness that seeped into my skin. Shadows danced along the cracked concrete floor as she commanded me to light the fireplace.

As I struck a match, she lit the old kerosene lamps, their flickering light casting long, sinister shadows on the walls. Cobwebs draped the corners of the room like tattered curtains, and the ceiling was crisscrossed with iron beams, from which hung chains and hooks, their rusted surfaces glinting dully in the firelight.

She moved swiftly, clearing the clutter from the big, wooden worktable at the center of the room. The table bore deep gouges and dark stains, evidence of its grisly past. Dust motes danced in the lamplight as she brushed debris onto the floor. She then ensured the shutters before the windows were securely drawn, shutting out any prying eyes.

The walls were lined with ancient tools—cleavers, saws, and other implements whose purposes I could only guess at.

“Come, help me with this,” she said and handed me a bag of leather straps, “Nail them down to the table, just like this.”

She fastened them, three in a row, in a line from the middle of the table towards the edge, then seemed to measure out the table in her head before pointing to a spot adjacent to her first strap.

“Here, start here and work upwards, parallel to mine.”

She then checked the chains and hooks hanging from the ceiling, rustling the rusty iron, inspecting their position, and rearranging where needed. She grabbed two coils of rope hanging on the wall next to the fireplace and hung them to one of the hooks above the table. She dressed the dusty table in a sheepskin rug, dusted the old cobwebs hanging down over the table, and studied her work with a sinister smile.

“Yes, this will be perfect!”

Before long, the fire had the room steaming hot, and Tawnya commanded me to undress but leave Aunt Chloe’s panties on.

I watched her pull her overalls off, and she turned to me with a wicked grin. Her red leather corset was not quite tight enough to hug her flat chest but sat tight around her waist and complimented the curvature of her round hips. Her leather panties hugged her sex like a second layer of skin, and if not for the zipper at her crotch, her sex would be seen clearly through the leather.

She rummaged in the cupboard under the window and pulled out her treasure: a pair of bright red leather stiletto boots. Spreading her legs demonstratively, she pulled them on knee-high. As she let go, her hands followed through the motion, stroking up her thighs.

She stood and walked towards me, her sharp heels clicking authoritatively with each step. She looked up at me with those irresistible dark eyes and moaned.

 “God, I’m so horny I could fuck you right now.”

She brushed my deceiving cock, which had already escaped its skimpy holding cell and was poking straight into the air.

“Oh, you’re such a bad dog!” she moaned, her hand finding my throbbing meat and slowly jerking it as she kissed me, “But you do have a very nice cock!”

She seemed to muster all her willpower as she pulled herself off me, pulled me by my leash into the room's darkest corner, and pushed me down to the floor. She looked down at me and shook her head.

“Bad, bad dog!”

She dimmed the kerosine lights and ordered me to be silent.

There was a knock at the door, and Tawnya cracked it open to see who it was before opening it and letting her in. Even in the dim light, I recognized her as one of the twins, and by her demeanor and the fact that Tawnya didn’t slit her throat, I realized it was Shaquila.

“Good! You came! Now, I need to know: Are you sure?” Tawnya questioned; her tone of genuine concern surprised me.

Our guest hesitated, then nodded uncertainly.

“No. That won’t do. I need you to tell me that this is what you want.”

“Yes.” Shaquila’s voice trembled.

“No,” Tawnya insisted, “You need to convince me. I need to be sure that every fiber in your body is ready for this.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes, I want to be rid of her! I want her to pay for how she’s treated me!”

“Good,” Tawnya affirmed, “But…Do you want to own her? Forever?”

“Yes! I want to make her mine! I want to own her forever!”

“Then let’s do this! Undress and set yourself in that corner,” Tawnya ordered, pointing to the opposite corner of where I was sitting.

Shaquila let her heavy winter coat fall to the floor, revealing her irresistible body. She wore a tight, black bodysuit, and her wild curls fell down her back in black and golden-brown cascades. Her massive breasts threatened to split her suit open as it clung tightly around her luscious curves. At her crotch, the suit split open, and I enjoyed watching her bend down to pick up her coat.

“You look amazing,” Tawnya whispered, then hurried her visitor to her corner.

Tawnya fed the fire with more wood, and the growing fire cast flickering shadows across her face. She clickety-clacked her way over and sat beside me. The air grew thick with the scent of her arousal as we sat in the darkness, waiting for what only she knew. I could feel her tremble with excitement next to me. Sitting next to her, I lost track of time; my senses drowned in her heat and scent.

Finally, the door swung open, and a cold gust of winter air surged into the room before our new arrivals shut the door firmly behind them.

“Oh, you have your little lover's den all set up? Cozy fireplace, warm, flickering lamplight… a girl might think you have bad intentions.” Monique’s voice was as soft as a kitten’s whiskers, deep as bourbon, and hoarse as smoke. She wrapped her arms around Stan, her lips brushing against his ear before capturing his in a slow, lingering kiss.

I almost let out a gasp as Stan affectionately returned the kiss, tearing Monique’s winter coat off her and revealing her low-cut, skimpy dress that barely contained her ample chest. Her leg, draped in red fishnet stockings, wrapped around his waist, pulling her tiny dress up to reveal her panty-less ass and crotch.

She also pulled his winter coat off him and pressed herself against him, giving him panted kisses as she unbuttoned his trousers.

“I knew you’d come around!” she moaned with excitement, “I’m sure your sister’s pussy can get you off, but just imagine what a real woman can do. How I can make you feel.”

She dropped to her knees and pulled Stan’s cock out, then stared at it with longing eyes.

“My pussy is already trembling with excitement, Stanley, my mouth is watering at the thought of taking you in my mouth. Do you have any idea of how long I’ve wanted, longed, and lusted for you to fuck me?”

“Just shut up and suck me,” Stan said.

“Oh, what’s the hurry, lover? Let me enjoy this moment to the fullest.”

Monique stroked his cock, ran her nose along its shaft, sat back, and took in his girth.

I shot my eyes over at Tawnya, expecting to find her on the brink of rage, but instead, she watched lustfully as her brother, her lover, cheated on her with her nemesis.

Monique leaned in, stuck out her tongue, and slowly separated her lips.

Clank! The large, rusted meat hooks in Tawnya’s hands slammed together with force, the shattering sound tearing through the room’s warm glow like an ice-pick.

Clank! Monique fell backward in shock at the loud noise, her eyes wide with fear and surprise.

Tawnya got up and started walking towards Monique and Stan with assertive steps. Click! Click! Click! The sound of her stilettoes hitting the floor was reminiscent of a clock ticking down.

“Get up, you cunt!” Tawnya hissed, almost frothing at her mouth.

Clank! Click! Click! “Did you forget what I would do to you if you ever, ever, touched my brother again?”

Clank! Click! Click!

“I’m going to impale your fat ass on this hook,” she snarled, holding up her right arm, then lifting her left arm, “Then, I’m going to hook this into your cunt!”

Clank! “Finally, I’ll fasten the hooks in this sturdy chain,” she scowled and rustled the big chain hanging from the ceiling, “and hang you from the rafters!”

Monique scrambled to her feet, her skin flushing with dread, trembling as she backed away from the advancing Tawnya, seeking protection in the arms of Stan. To her surprise, Stan backed off and pulled up his pants.

“Oh, please, lover, leave that meat out,” Tawnya purred at her, “I’m expecting guests, and they are starved.”

Click. The clock slowed down.

Click. Monique knew her time was up.

Click.

Tawnya stood before Monique, casting a grotesquely strange scene. Despite Monique's towering stature over my sister, Tawnya appeared small yet exuded a commanding presence. It was Monique who shrank and cowered, her head and shoulders sinking in defeat.

“Are you thinking about the missed opportunity to taste my brother? Or is the realization that you will never taste him what makes you so sad? So utterly beaten and defeated? By a scrawny cunt, with ugly tits and begging eyes, none the less.”

Click. Click. Tawnya walked behind her and fastened the meat hooks to the waistband of her stockings; Monique’s thighs trembled at the touch of the cold steel. With a forceful tug, Tawnya ripped the bands, causing Monique to cower as her thighs and buttocks quivered from the impact, her stockings ruined and torn.

Tawnya ran the tips of the hooks up her thighs and over the soft tissue inside her legs, where her thighs met the round curvature of her buttocks.

Monique trembled and whimpered.

“Does it make you wet? Wondering if I’ll hook your ass onto my steel or not? Is your pussy deceiving you and running hot as you try to imagine what kind of pain I’d inflict, impaling your cunt and pulling you apart?

Monique started sulking; short breaths escaped her as big tears ran down her cheeks.

“Don’t cry. I’m not a monster…well, at least not that kind of monster.”

Tawna ran the hooks up along the curvature of her cousin’s ass, enjoying the big round shape of her as she joined the hooks at the low of her back and trailed them in pair up her spine, hooking them at the neckline of her dress.

Then, with a forceful tug, she pulled at the hooks. At first, they resisted, but with renewed effort, she tore through the garment, splitting it all the way down to the small of her back. The dress cascaded down Monique’s body, and Tawnya freed her from it with another powerful tug. Tawnya flung the ripped dress into the fireplace, then turned around and faced her cousin.

“I brought someone with me here today, someone with a very clear and powerful message for you.”

Shaqula stepped out of the darkness of her corner, first determined, then slightly hesitant.

Monique’s sobbing stopped, and she seemed to gain composure. Her posture straightened, and her head rose. Her eyes turned darker and more determined as she watched her sister approach her, although at a steadily slowing pace until she stood before her, her head hung low.

“I…I’ve had enough,” Shaquila stuttered.

“You what?” Monique answered with an impressive, composed chill.

Tawnya placed herself behind Monique and ran her hooks up the inside of her thighs, and she whimpered.

Shaquila lifted her head; her eyes changed from doubtful and hesitant to cold and dark, resembling the abyss of a bottomless well.

“I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of your bullying, your relentless exploitation, your endless demands, and your demeaning words. You’ve belittled me and used me for too long. I am no longer your puppet to serve out your perverted fantasies! I refuse to be your pawn in this sick, sick game you play!”

She leaned in, her words dripping with menace.

“Consider this your fucking wake-up call, dear sister, for not only do I release myself from you and your filth, but I also claim you for my own! I own your mind and the very air you breathe! I own your body, and I alone decide who you may share it with and when! I am your queen!”

“Bitch!” Monique spat the words out.

“That’s it, tie her to the fucking table!” Tawnya demanded.

I leaped out from my corner as Shaquila and Stan grabbed Monique by her arms, hoisting her onto the sheepskin on the large wooden table. Tawnya seized her head, pressing it firmly against the tabletop. She commanded me to retrieve the leather restraints hanging from the table's side. These restraints clipped onto twist knobs at either side of Monique’s head, securing tightly around her throat.

Tawnya and I restrained Monique’s flailing arms, fastening them securely at her sides with the leather restraints we had fastened earlier. I stared at my sister, unsure what to make of her cold, calculating mind.

Meanwhile, Shaquila and Stan struggled to hold down her kicking legs as she thrashed and screamed curses at the three of us.

Tawnya hastily grabbed the coils of rope she had hung on one of the hooks, tied one rope tightly around Monique’s left knee, and secured it to a chain hanging from the rafters. Then, she repeated the process with Moniquie’s right leg.

She walked over to the wall by the fireplace and directed Shaquila to the adjacent wall. She instructed her to find the heavy chain secured to the wall, release it, and pull as she counted to three.

“One, two, three!”

They pulled on the chains, and the sound of metal running through pulleys filled the room. As the chains tightened, they pulled Monique’s legs up and apart, nearly splitting her.

“Now, secure your chain to the wall again,” Tawnya’s voice was filled with arousal, “Dog, smell her crotch!”

She took my leash and guided me to the table, and I leaned in and smelled my cousin's crotch. That perfect, ebony pussy that had been haunting my dreams all since I saw Shaquila drink from it at the side of the road, a memory that seemed so faint with all that had happened the last few days. Her scent was more intoxicating than I had dared dream of. I struggled to contain myself from burrowing my tongue into her pink haven.

“Oh, look at you, Monique. So, so wet.”

She looked down at me, “Yes, dog, you may.”

I dove into her pink haven, and time and place escaped me.

“Oh, but don’t let her cum!” Tawnya added.

Tawnya climbed atop the table and straddled Monique’s face, bent down, and sucked her cousin's nipple into her mouth. She started to rub her soaked leather panties against Monique’s face as she played with her big breasts.

“I will give you this much, Monique. You are absolutely mind-blowing gorgeous, and you have me soaking wet, as you already know.”

She unhooked two meat hooks hanging at the chains from the ceiling and with deliberate slowness, she gently stroked them down Monique’s sides, the sharp points trailing lightly over her skin. Monique shuddered involuntarily, her breath hitching in a mix of fear and anticipation. Tawnya then moved the hooks upward, the tips grazing along Monique's ribs and abdomen before drawing slow, deliberate circles at her pelvis.

“Tell me…how frightened are you?”

She pulled the hooks up to her abdomen and applied pressure.

“Should I gut you for the filthy sow you are?”

She pressed the hooks into her stomach with great force, drawing tiny droplets of blood. Her thighs started trembling as her pee began trickling out of her, washing my face as I drank her. Her trickle turned into a steady flow, dousing me and sending my senses on a roller-coaster ride of pure pleasure. Her flow subsided into a small trickle and finally stopped. Mesmerized, I beheld the droplets running down her labia, thighs, and down her butt crack. I nearly came as I licked her puffy black pussy clean.

Twanya eased the pressure on her stomach, leaned down, and licked the droplets of blood from her.

“So frightened that you peed yourself? How delightful!” Twanya’s voice was now more a lustful groan than a menacing dominatrix.

“Tell me, how much do you want me to make you cum?”

Monique’s reply was muffled into the soaking wet leather of Tawnya’s panties, and she lifted herself off her cousin’s face slightly.

“What was that? It sounded like you had something in your mouth.”

Monique’s reply was a soft, hoarse whisper.

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I would like for you…to make me cum. Please, make me cum.”

“So soon? I think not!”

Tawnya spun herself around and sat astride Monique’s chest. She grabbed her head and turned it to the side to watch Shaquila as she took Stan’s cock into her mouth.

“How does it make you feel? Watching your sister taste my brother’s glorious cock? Do you envy her? Can you see how wonderfully fat and veiny my brother’s meat is? Yet, your sister takes him in with such ease. Look how his perfect cock, like a slippery snake, finds its way down her greedy throat. I’m sure he’s feeding her his smooth pre-cum; look at the satisfaction on her pretty face.”

I felt Monique’s clit throb in my mouth as she released a river of wetness.

“Release her, dog!” Tawnya commanded me, and I felt sorrow at the instant empty sensation in my mouth.

“Come closer, let her have a real good look,” Tawnya said in a hoarse whisper, addressing Stan and Shaquila.

The two of them walked over and stood right at Monique’s head.

“Yes, give her a close-up of how you take my brother balls deep, Shaquila.”

Monique tried to stretch her shackled neck to see as much as possible of her sister swallowing my brother’s cock.

“See how much pleasure his cock is bringing her? Does it hurt knowing you will never feel such pleasure?”

Tawnya pulled at my chain.

“Come, dog, please my lover.”

I hurried around the table and impatiently waited for Shaquila to release my brother so I could find my spot between his legs. Finally, she let go, and I dropped to my knees and let my brother push himself into me, down my greedy throat, where he started slowly fucking my skull.

“Don’t you wish you’d asked me nicely to share, Monique? Who knows? I might have been willing.”

Tawnya lifted herself off Monique’s face, reached between her legs, and unzipped her crotch. The tight leather clung to her wetness, and she had to pull it off her skin.

“Fuck me, lover,” she moaned.

Stan pulled himself out of me, found a sturdy stool to stand on, and impaled my sister's gushing sex, her wetness dripping down on Monique’s face.

Monique’s eyes bulged at the sight of Stan’s fat cock, mere inches from her face, pounding into Tawnya’s wet hole. She lapped at each drop Tawnya released onto her face, and cursed the ones out of her reach.

The tension that had been building up in my sister since she started laying out her plan, her deep satisfaction of seeing how everything was going exactly as it had played out in her mind, and the intense power trip she was riding, dominating her cousin to the fullest had her cumming almost instantly. She screamed as she thrashed her hips back at her brother’s cock, her pussy gushing cum down on Monique’s face. She tore at the buttons at her hip, holding her leather panties in place, and tore them off herself. Finally, she ground her pussy hard down onto her cousin’s face, allowing her to suck her clit into her mouth.

Stan pulled out of her still trembling pussy.

“Fuck,” she moaned, “that wasn’t exactly to plan.”

She lifted herself off Monique's mouth, her cousin’s pink tongue desperately licking the air beneath her in a futile attempt to drink more of her dominator’s juices.

Tawnya motioned for Shaquila to stand beside the table and grab the heavy chains falling from the rafters.

“Look at me, bend over, but look at me, and spread your legs,” she panted, still high from her orgasm and from the newfound power she wielded, not just over Monique but Shaquila, Stan, and myself as well.

“Lover,” she said to Stan, “Fuck her.”

Twanya straddled Monique’s face, her dripping wet cunt inches from the beautiful girl’s face. Monique stretched her pink tongue out, desperately trying to burrow into Tawnya’s throbbing sex. Moaningly, she accepted her silken pink’s defeat as she could only feel Tawnya’s heat emanating onto the tip of her tongue.

“Who would have thought,” Tawnya moaned lustfully, “that such a scrawny little pussy could burn this hot and have your pretty little mind turn into such a mush of helpless desire?”

Tawnya slid herself down, rubbing her wet crotch down Monique’s chest, and sat astride her stomach. She grabbed her head and turned it towards her cousin’s sister and Stan.

“Watch them!”

Shaquila, supporting her weight on the heavy chains hung from the rafters, bent down as her round ass shot up at Stan’s fat member. His cock slammed into her wet snatch, droplets of her juices splattering the floor with each thrust my brother delivered into her.

Shaquila’s moans turned into a long, steady whimper as she locked in on her sister’s gaze, knowing the pleasure surging through her body was what her sister had desired for so long and only now realized she could never have.

Tawnya lit the candle next to her on the flame of the kerosene lamp hanging from the rafters above. She gazed at the flame, mesmerized by how it flickered and swayed.

“You may proceed, dog,” she whispered to me, her voice a dry breath from the depths of her throat, “But don’t let her cum.”

Excitement washed over me as I was allowed to pamper Monique’s incredible, dark pussy again. Her clit stood erect, throbbing in the wet, pink sea of her pulsating, swollen sex. I ran my tongue up her slit, drank her sweet nectar, and sucked her clit in between my lips.

“Ooouuh, my fucking God!” I heard Monique’s voice moan, but in my head, it seemed to be emanating from a distance.

Tawnya pulled open the drawer in the table to the left of Monique’s head and pulled out three pouches and a bottle of Dad’s finest moonshine.

She opened the first pouch and poured its contents onto the table: three steel clamps, two metal chains, and a long, hollow needle. She placed the items carefully onto the table next to her, grinding her crotch into Monique’s stomach.

She emptied the next pouch, which contained two pieces of jewelry: a golden ‘S’ adorned with tiny glass beads attached to a small chain and ring, and a nearly identical piece, only the ‘S’ was significantly smaller and in the form of a snake. The last pouch contained a similar piece of jewelry but in the shape of the letter ‘T’.

“Oh, fuck, Monique! I could cum rubbing myself on your burning skin! You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You would love bringing my pussy to orgasm and having me gush my cum over your smooth tummy?”

“Please, yes, Tawnya! Please!”

Tawnya pulled herself off her skin. I watched a clear thread of my sister’s juices cling onto Monique’s skin and stretch as my sister lifted herself off our cousin. I resisted the urge to lap it up just as it snapped and pooled on the golden-brown girl’s skin.

“Not yet,” Tawnya puffed, struggling to maintain composure and not let her raging lust dictate her.

“God, Tawnya, please let me cum!” Monique begged.

“Would you cum if I sucked your nipple hard into my mouth while my brother eats your pussy?” Tawnya egged and took Monique’s left nipple into her mouth.

“Oh, yes! I would cum! I would cum so hard!”

“Oh, we can’t have that,” Tawnya sighed and released her nipple from her mouth, and slapped my face to release her clit from my mouth.

“Who decides when you can cum?”

“You do, Tawnya, you do!”

Tawnya slapped her with savage force across her cheek with her flat hand.

“Wrong answer,” she said, her voice cold as ice, “Try again.”

Monique trembled, terrified to answer.

“Who owns you?” Tawnya questioned as she turned Monique’s head towards her sister.

Shaquila’s eyes rolled back in her head as her orgasm washed over her, her arms shook the chains supporting her, and her legs trembled as she gushed her cum around Stan’s pounding flesh.

“She does, oh my God. Shaquila does!”

“Good girl! Now beg her!”

There was no hesitation in Monique’s desperate voice, “Please, Shaquila, let me cum!”

Shaquila's body started to relax, but shivers still shot through her. She collected her mind as her eyes found focus; her stare pierced Monique’s; “Don’t let her fucking cum!”

Tears filled Monique’s eyes; desperation gripped her heart at the cruel realization that she would only be allowed to cum at her sister’s mercy. A mercy that she knew she didn’t deserve.

“Now, let’s try this again,” Tawnya said and sucked Monique’s nipple into her mouth, feeling her cousin tremble at her touch.

She reached for one of the metal clamps and secured it around Monique’s left nipple, making sure it was gripping tight.

Monique clenched her teeth as a guttural sound escaped her. I watched as her delicious pussy dripped of wetness, and I longed to drink her but managed to contain myself.

“Oh, I love your round, fabulous breasts, Monique! Too bad Stan prefers my milky white, flat chest, right?”

Tawnya locked her lips around Monique’s right nipple and sucked hard before securing it with another clamp. She marveled at the sight of her creation, her cousin’s big, erect nipples squashed and crushed between the heavy clamps.

She grabbed the bottle of alcohol and doused her cousin’s nipples. Then she picked up the long, hollow needle, held it to the flame of the candle, and then poured alcohol over it.

She leaned in and held the needle before Monique’s bulging eyes.

“Tell me…would you like me to take this needle, this long, fat needle, to your throbbing nipple and poke it through your flesh? To pierce your skin, to perhaps take your mind off your burning pussy, if only for a flash of a second?”

“Anything! Anything that will have Shaquila allowing me to cum! Anything, please!”

“Tell me what to do,” Tawnya insisted.

“Pierce my nipples! Pierce my nipples with your sharp needle; make me hurt!”

“Good girl!” Tawnya hissed as she pulled at the metal clamp and drove the needle through Monique’s trembling nipple.

Monique’s screams as Tawnya attached the ring of the golden ‘S’ to her nub filled the room and made Shaqula cum onto Stan’s cock again.

Tawnya quickly warmed the needle in the candle again and pulled hard at the clamp before she poked the needle through her other nipple, not swiftly this time, but in one slow, sadistic motion.

“Sweet, motherfucking God!” Monique yelled at the top of her lungs as Tawnya attached the jewelry with the big golden ‘T’ to her right, swollen nipple, then attached the chain between the rings of her newly pierced breasts.

Tawnya adjusted the letters hanging from Monique’s breasts and teasingly pulled at them.

“Your left tit is now Shaquila and will forever be your sister’s property. She may lend it out, but only if it pleases her.”

With a gleeful grin, she tugged at the golden ‘T’.

 “And this one I’ll keep for myself. If I tell you to feed it to me, regardless of where or when, you will give it to me. If I tell you to rub it to my clit, you will do it. If I tell you to suck it into your mouth, you will do it. In my absence, I’ll leave it in Shaquila’s care, and the same rule applies; whenever she commands you, you obey!”

Tawnya spun herself around and placed her burning crotch inches away from Monique’s mouth, just out of her desperate tongue’s reach. She sucked her cousin’s clit into her mouth, then released her and clamped her.

“This will probably hurt like a motherfucker, but let it be of comfort to you that it gives me great pleasure” she grinned as she poked the needle through her cousin’s swollen clit and attached the big golden ring with the small ‘S’ to it.

Monique’s screams confirmed the expected pain as Tawnya attached the last chain to the ring in her clit and the chain between her heaving breasts.

The sight of his savage sister dominating his cousin and Monique’s loud screams sent Stan over the edge, and he pumped Shaquila full of his sperm and fell back, collapsing onto the floor, panting for breath.

Tawnya jumped off the table and unhooked a rusty metal chain attached to a knob on the table; it spun over the pulley at the rafters and descended on Monique’s stomach. My sister grabbed one of the rusty old meat hooks and secured it to the chain before she hooked the linked metal rings between Monique’s breasts onto it. She pulled the chain back up through the pulley, stretching her cousin’s breasts by her throbbing nipples and pulling at the chain to her clit.

Tawnya stood back, impressed. Monique’s legs spread and drawn towards the ceiling by the sturdy chains, her clit pulled upward, her massive breasts poking up in a stalemate between the sturdy chain and their sheer weight pulling them down, her arms strapped to the table at her sides, and her head secured to the sturdy table by the broad, leather strap around her neck.

“Oh, God, Monique! You make me so hot!”

Monique’s head rolled to her side, her eyes pleading as she gazed upon her goddess sister, still clinging to the sturdy chains, recovering from the intense orgasms that had ravaged her body.

“Please, Shaquila, may I cum? Please?”

“Not quite yet,” her sister panted and nodded to Tawnya.

“You’re sure?” Tawnya asked her.

“Dead sure!” Shaquila moaned.

Tawnya grabbed Monique’s head with a vice-like grip, her fingers digging into Monique's scalp as she bent down, her breath hot and menacing. She licked the sweat and tears off Monique’s trembling face, her tongue lingering cruelly.

“Do you know how we mark our cattle, identifying ownership?” Tawnya's voice was a low, dangerous whisper.

“Yes…” Monique replied hesitantly, her voice barely more than a breathless gasp.

“Would you like to be branded like cattle, to have our letters seared into your skin? Forever marked, pledging your undying loyalty and submission?”

Terror shone in Monique’s eyes, her pupils dilating as Tawnya’s words echoed through her mind. Her crotch throbbed hard at being likened to cattle, a mixture of fear and twisted desire surging through her veins. Her mind melted at the thought of serving her sister for eternity, her entire body shivering at the idea of having her skin seared by glowing metal.

“Oh, God, yes. Burn my skin, mark me, please! And make me cum…please, let me cum!” The words spilled from her lips, desperate for the ultimate submission.

Tawnya released her grip on Monique's head, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. She straightened up, her eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction.

“Are you ready?” Tawnya asked.

Monique trembled, her shackles rustled, and the chains attached to her nipples pulled hard with every movement.

“Yes! Yes…just let me cum, please!”

“Oh, you make me so, so wet…plead again!” Tawnya moaned, beyond sexual insanity by now. She was indeed a horrific mistress.

“God! Yes! Brand me your property and fuck me!”

Tawnya walked towards the fireplace, her stilettoes echoed through the room, then reached for the iron rod, its tip glowing in the fireplace embers. She lifted it to her face, and I saw it shaped like an inverted S. The horror shone brightly on Monique’s face as Tawnya moved towards her.

“Gag the bitch!” she ordered.

Shaquila, now releasing years of suppressed anger and unleashing her pent-up revenge in one swift action, shoved Tawnya’s leather panties into her sister’s mouth and tightly taped it shut.

“Hold her legs tight!” Tawnya said, and Stan rushed in to comply.

There was no hesitation, no second thought as Tawnya approached the table and pressed the glowing iron rod to her ass cheek where her thigh met the curve of her buttocks. Monique’s entire body trembled; all her muscles tensed, and the gag in her mouth stifled a muffled scream. Tears filled her terror-stricken eyes as the smell of seared flesh filled the room.

“This ‘S’ will let any man Shaquila allows you to approach know who you belong to. They will see that, for all their effort, you are forever bound to her. She owns you and can do to you whatever she pleases.”

Shaquila, on trembling legs, made her way over to me, pulled my leash, and guided me to the table.

She carefully unhooked the chain that had been stretching Monique’s breasts. As the chain swirled through the pulley in its metallic clink, Monique’s massive chest immediately collapsed. Her breasts swayed and jiggled, and the newly adorned jewelry hanging from the girl’s erect nipples rustled with each motion.

Shaquila’s legs shook as she climbed onto the table, pulled the tape off her sister’s mouth, and removed the pants from her mouth.

She bent down, nose to nose with her panting sister, and pulled at the chain between her breasts.

“Do you love me?” she whispered, licking her sister’s tears.

“Oh, God, yes! I love you!”

“And who owns you?”

“You do! Please…let me cum!”

Shaquila yanked hard at the chain, and Monique loudly cried.

“Stop! You will be allowed to cum soon enough; you’ve almost deserved it.”

Shaquila grabbed the back of her sister’s head and slid herself over her face.

“I know how much you’ve desired Stan’s cum; I think you’ve deserved a taste. Drink from my pussy.”

Her thighs trembled and shook as she lowered herself onto her sister’s face, as another orgasm was building up inside her.

She pulled at my chain, motioning for me to get on the table.

“Fuck my ass, will you?” she said, her voice deep and breathy.

She needn’t ask twice. She moaned loudly as I pushed myself into her fantastic, incredible ass.

“We are ready now,” Shaqula whispered to Tawnya as she pushed her throbbing pussy onto Monique's face.

Tawnya, who had been poking in the embers, pulled out another red-hot iron rod from the fire.

“This ‘T’ will be branded to the soft tissue at the low of your stomach so that each time you look upon yourself in the mirror, you will be reminded of this day and the consequences you will face should you break your vows. Each time you want to look down on whoever Shaquila has chosen to eat you or fuck you, you will be reminded of how…what were your words? Oh, yes! You will be reminded how this scrawny pussy dominated you and gifted you to your sister. Each time your sister allows you to cum, you will either think of me or her.”

She pressed the hot iron against Monique’s soft tissue, and the sizzling sound of searing flesh filled the room. Monique’s body tensed from the intense pain, and she opened her mouth to release her scream, but the scream drowned as Shaquila opened her floodgates and started emptying her bladder into her sister’s mouth. I felt Shaquila’s ass tense around my cock as her orgasm started tearing through her body. She howled as she pressed her cunt onto her sister’s face, and her thighs began shaking; the trembling spread through her entire body, every muscle tensing and releasing in rapid spasms.

She milked my cock as I finally was allowed to cum, and I grabbed onto my cousin’s round, black ass trying to prolong the intensity of my orgasm.

“Holy fuck!” Tawnya exclaimed, “She fucking came when I branded her!”

I looked back at my sister, her face glowing with a mixture of shock and excitement. There was a fresh spray of wet on the leather adorning her tummy that could be traced back to Monique’s still trembling pussy. The golden ‘S’ from in the chain attached to her throbbing clit still vibrated as Monique’s orgasm subsided.

Shaquila told me to dismount her, and as I pulled out, cum gushed out of her, trickled down her pussy, and pooled between Monique’s breasts.

“Good boy,” she moaned, then looked down at her sister, “Is it true? Did you cum before I allowed you to? You’re sleeping on the floor tonight!”

“Do you think she deserves additional punishment?” Tawnya asked.

“Oh, yes, she deserves plentiful punishment.”

Tawnya clickety-clacked across the concrete floor, her stilettoes echoing the room, accompanied by Monique's whimpers and panting. She reached for her coat and found her phone. Her fingers danced over the screen as she composed a message, and moments later, a pleased smile grew on her lips.

She walked over to Shaquila, her hips swaying with each step. Her eyes locked into Shaquila’s, and she spoke in a low husky voice.

 “Untie my corset.”

Shaquila's breath caught momentarily as she took in the sight before her. She nodded, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation as she moved behind her terrible and irresistible cousin. With a delicate rush, as lust burned inside her, she began to untie the intricate laces, her fingertips grazing the smooth, warm skin beneath the leather. Each movement was filled with electric sensuality.

As the laces came undone, the corset began to loosen, revealing more of her bare back. Shaquila's breath became shallow, her eyes dark with longing. She could feel the heat emanating from Tawnya, drawing her closer with each passing second. When the last lace was finally untied, Shaquila let the tight leather attire slip from her cousin’s body, the garment falling to the floor in a soft, seductive whisper.

Her hands lingered on her now-bare shoulders, their touch sending shivers down her spine. Tawnya turned slowly, her eyes meeting Shaquila's, the shared lust between them palpable. A small, teasing smile played on her lips as she closed the distance between them, their bodies mere inches apart.

“I need to eat your pussy,” Tawnya exhaled and dropped to her knees.

Shaquila moaned and grabbed the back of Tawnya’s head, bore her fingers into her scalp, and let out a loud moan as her cousin latched onto her swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

There was a knock at the door. Stan unlatched the lock and let the six men in. First came Chuck, followed by five other members of the logging crew, all of whom I recognized. Each of them had worked for Dad for years. They brushed their coats and stamped their feet, shaking off the newly fallen snow that clung to them.

“Oh, good,” Tawnya slurped, not bothering to release Shaquila’s clit from her mouth, “get comfortable and enjoy the feast; she’s prepared and served on the table.”

The men quickly removed their clothes, and as expected, Chuck took the lead. For a sixty-two-year-old man, he was in exceptional shape. His graying chest hair adorned his impressive pecs, and a defined six-pack still adorned his abdomen, even though his skin had started to sag slightly.

It wasn’t his impressive shape or his toned muscle that gripped me, his graying pubic hair, a wild and unruly bush, gave home to a fabulously fat and veiny stick of meat. As Dad’s right-hand man took in the sight of Monique, his cock grew before my eyes. His slightly sagging balls reminded me of two wrecking balls as they swung majestically between his legs.

He grabbed Monique by her thighs and inspected her swollen, red-burning scars, nipples and clit.

“Are you ok, miss?” he asked her.

“Just…fuck me, please,” Monique moaned.

He thrust himself into her, and her wet cunt swallowed his impressive shaft. She didn’t last long before the first orgasm washed over her, her whimpers silenced as one of the logging crew pushed himself into her mouth.

I sat on my knees, hypnotized by Chuck’s fat member pounding into my cousin. I only instinctively took Stan’s cock in my mouth as he stood beside me, but my eyes remained locked onto the old man’s cock.

Shaquila lay on the floor with Tawnya straddling her face and burying her head between her cousin’s legs. In another life, I would have found the scene intensely arousing, but now I found myself unable to focus on anything but the man with the gray bush and fat, veiny stick.

When Stan tore my thong, mounted me, and slid himself into my hungry ass, it was just a natural continuation of the scene unfolding in my head, Dad’s right-hand man feeding me his fat meat and not Monique.

As I watched Chuck pick up his pace, hearing him grunt and pant and seeing his muscles tense, Stan pulled on my leash, slightly choking me as he lifted me by my collar. I pulled, stretching my neck to see Chuck slam into Monique one last time before filling her up with his cum. As he pulled out, cum gushing to the floor, all I wanted was for him to shove his cock down my throat. I shot my load, splattering the floor in thick strands of jizz.

Stan released my leash as I collapsed to the floor; his big hands tore my ass apart as he thrust hard inside me, then his cock throbbed hard as he came deep down in my guts.

Shaquila and Tawnya lay in a heap, collecting themselves, purring like two kittens, a stark contrast to Bill, I think his name is, burrowing his meat inside Monique’s ass.

As we dressed and prepared to return to the house, the echoing sounds of the six men ravaging Monique's every opening, accompanied by her cries and moans of pleasure echoing through the air, created a captivating and electrifying soundtrack to our exit into the gathering darkness outside.