Rhoda's Pet

Stacy took the cigarette and started smoking it, her eyes watery. She leaned into Gwen, who immediately put her arms around her shoulders and pulled gently on the chains between her nipples, kissing her neck deeply.

My sister slowly smoked the cigarette down to the tip, then crushed it out under the sole of her stiletto heel. "Why don't you go blow a little in your brother's face?" Gwen commanded. "Yes, Princess Gwen."

Stacy stepped up to me, looked me in the eye, and blew directly into my face. I couldn't help myself. The cheap makeup on her face and the horrible cigarette stench on her breath... it was too much. My cock grew hard.

"Why don't you give your brother a nice, sexy kiss to show how much you love him?" Gwen ordered.

"Please, Stacy," I whispered. "Fight it."

She silenced me by pressing her lips against mine. Her tongue attacked mine, and her hands went around the back of my head, locking me in place. I fought as much as I could, but my tongue fought back, and soon her attack turned into a hot, sensual kiss.

Gwen stepped toward us and spoke to Stacy as Stacy was kissing me. "Why don't you give his nice big dicky a long, hard kiss, my little bitch?"

Stacy broke the kiss. The cheap lipstick was smeared all around her lips; mine probably looked the same. She knelt and put me in her mouth. Such a perverted, sick act should have turned me off, but it didn't. It felt good.

I looked down at the crown of Stacy's head; her newly dyed black hair was bobbing rhythmically as she worked me. My shoulders screamed in agony, hanging as I was by my wrist. Gwen stood to the side, smiling triumphantly, her phone recording every nuance of the degradation. I groaned, feeling the pressure build near the breaking point. Realizing I was about to cum, Gwen pulled Stacy off my cock with a wet pop.

"I think you deserve a treat, my little bitch. Come with me," she commanded, holding out her hand. Stacy took it immediately, and Gwen led her across the room to a leather-clad table with stirrups at the corners.

Gwen had Stacy jump up onto the table and slide her panties down her legs. Gwen stepped between her sister's legs, stroking Stacy's exposed pussy. "Do you like that?" Gwen asked.

"Yes, Princess Gwen," Stacy replied without thinking.

"Please tell me what you are."

"I'm a useless bitch."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Princess Gwen."

"Who else?"

"Your wonderful family, Princess Gwen."

"And what will you do?"

"Anything you tell me, Princess Gwen."

Gwen leaned down and kissed Stacy deeply, her fingers actively exploring the wide, wet entrance of my sister's cunt. She pulled away and walked back toward me, her eyes locking onto mine with a cold hunger. "Have you ever thought about fucking your slut of a sister with that nice big cock of yours?"

"I'm going to ring your fucking neck," I shouted at her.

She looked at me and smiled, completely unimpressed. "You know what, I've become bored with you. You will not say another word until given permission."

Suddenly, I felt the imaginary switch flip in my brain. I tried to shout more, to scream my defiance, but no sound came out. The words were trapped behind a wall of silence.

"I'm going to let you down, and you will get on your hands and knees, do you understand me?"

I nodded that I did.

Gwen released the locking mechanism on the bar, keeping my ankles apart, and slowly lowered the suspension until the weight was off my wrists. She unhooked the cuffs from the carabiners and unlocked them. For a split second, time seemed to stand still. We looked each other in the eye. Gwen’s eyes were cold and hard, holding a challenge—an unspoken invitation to fight her. But as her gaze bored into mine, my resolve crumbled. I dropped to my hands and knees without a second thought.

"Good boy," she patted my head like a dog. "Follow me, let's go have some fun with sis."

She walked over to the table where Stacy was waiting. I crawled behind her, my knees scraping the concrete floor. Gwen positioned me directly between my sister's legs and nodded for me to kneel.

I rose to my knees, bringing my face right to her crotch. Gwen walked to the end of the table and leaned down to kiss Stacy, her hand caressing her cheek. "Would you like to have your pussy kissed?" Gwen asked softly.

"Yes, please, Princess Gwen," Stacy replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

"Do you mind who kisses it?"

"No, Princess Gwen."

"Not even if it's your brother, James?" Gwen asked, her eyes lighting up with malicious delight.

"No, Princess Gwen.”

"Do you love your brother?" Gwen asked, her voice a soft trap designed to catch her prey.

"No, Princess Gwen, I hate him."

"Really? Why is that?"

"Because he hurt you and your family," Stacy said, her voice trembling yet firm. "And because he wants to hurt me, Mummy, and Daddy."

The words hit me like a physical blow. I tried to lift my head, to scream that it wasn't true, that I was trying to save them all, that I loved her. My body shook as I fought to break through the silence, resisting the conditioning Rhoda had drilled into me. But the wall remained impenetrable. I was trapped in my own mind, watching my sister condemn me without a shred of mercy.

"How is he going to hurt you?" Gwen asked, her voice dripping with feigned concern.

"He's going to make me do things for money," Stacy replied, her eyes downcast. "And then he’s going to take Daddy's business and all their money."

"Surely not, my love? How do you know?"

"Because you told me.”

"I lied," Gwen declared, her voice dripping with venom. "We all lied, and now you are our little bitch, just like your brother, and soon your mother and father. James loves you and tried to protect you, but we won't let him."

Gwen laughed, a sharp, cruel sound, and yanked the chain connecting Stacy's nipples. Stacy cried out, her voice raw and broken. She looked down her body at me, her eyes searching for an escape that wasn't there. I saw the internal war waging behind her gaze—the pain of betrayal mingled with the overwhelming power of Gwen's conditioning. She knew I was trying to save her, but it didn't matter. She lay back and screamed, but the sound was weak, pathetic, lacking any real force.

Gwen bent down and kissed her, deep and possessive. "Tell your brother to lick you," Gwen whispered against her lips.

Stacy sobbed, her body trembling. She hesitated, looking at me with tears mixing with her heavy makeup. "Now," Gwen snapped.

"James lick my cunt."

I didn't move at first, paralyzed by the humiliation. Gwen turned her cold stare to me. "You will do as your sister tells you." Reluctantly, I leaned in, my face inches from her open, glistening sex, and set to work.

Stacy was moaning softly into Gwen's mouth as they continued to kiss, her body arching and trembling as I worked my tongue and lips against her soaking pussy. Gwen pulled away, her phone in hand again, capturing it all on film. Stacy arched her back, her hands grabbing my head as the first waves of pleasure crashed over her, pulling me tight against her until the spasms subsided.

"Would you like his cock in you?" Gwen asked, her voice low and teasing.

Stacy nodded eagerly. "Yes, please, Princess Gwen."

"Tell him then," Gwen commanded. "James, fuck me."

I followed Gwen's earlier order. I must obey my sister. My body moved on its own. I stood up, gripping my cock, and guided it slowly toward Stacy's waiting opening. She groaned loudly as I pushed in slowly, the friction intense. I watched my cock disappear inch by inch into my sister's pussy, my gaze fixed on the action rather than meeting her eyes, too ashamed to see the look of betrayal or submission or even worse, pleasure. 

"Look at her, look at your broken sister as you fuck her," Gwen ordered, her voice slicing through the air like a whip crack.

"Do you like your brother's cock, my little bitch?"

I was compelled to look up at Stacy. She was staring away from me, her eyes locked on Gwen's, her lip trembling. "Please make it stop, Princess Gwen, please..."

Gwen didn't let up. She wrapped her hand around Stacy's throat, squeezing just enough to make Stacy gasp. "I asked you a fucking question, bitch. Do you like your brother's cock?"

Tears welled in Stacy's eyes, streaming down her face, smearing her cheap makeup. "Yes, Princess Gwen, I do."

Gwen laughed, a triumphant, sharp sound. "Then tell him to fuck you harder. Tell him you love it."

"James, harder... do it harder," Stacy whispered, her voice breaking. "I love your cock. I love you fucking me."

I watched as her fight gave way to pure, animalistic need. She arched her back, her hands clawing at the side of the table, her body bucking against the stirrups as she climaxed on my cock, her walls clenching rhythmically around me.

I felt the pressure building in my own body, overwhelming and intense. Rhoda's conditioning echoed in my mind, deep and ingrained: “Please may I come?”

I cried out through gritted teeth, my body trembling. "Please, Princess Gwen, can I come?"

"No," Gwen said coldly. "You can pull out and kneel on the floor."

I groaned in frustration as the air around me turned thick and suffocating. I pulled out, my cock leaving her warmth, and collapsed to my knees on the cold, hard floor. I knelt there, throbbing and aching, my head bowed in defeat.

"Follow me," she commanded. "Both of you. On your knees."

"Yes, Princess Gwen," we said in unison.

Stacy climbed down from the table, stumbling slightly before collapsing to her knees. We both crawled behind her, following Gwen to the far end of the basement, where a heavy velvet curtain hung. She yanked the curtain aside, revealing a plush chaise lounge.

Gwen looked down at Stacy. "Undress me."

"Yes, Princess Gwen."

Stacy stood and began to do as she was ordered. She peeled the clothes away, piece by piece, until Gwen stood completely naked before us. Gwen kissed Stacy deeply, her tongue exploring the recesses of my sister's mouth with possessive hunger.

They lay down on the chaise lounge together, their bodies exploring each other with desperate hunger. Gwen whispered to Stacy, her voice a command, "Make me wet, my little bitch, make me ready for your brother," as she pushed down on her head.

Stacy kissed her way down Gwen's body, finding the waiting pussy and giving it the attention it needed. Gwen looked over at me, her eyes locking onto mine with a predatory gaze. "Fuck me now."

I moved between Gwen's spread legs, pressing my cock against her opening. I felt Stacy's tongue pushing back against me as I pushed past her lips to bury myself deep inside Gwen. I was still riding the high from my sister, and it didn't take long for the pressure to build.

"Can I come, please, Princess Gwen?" I groaned, my body trembling.

"Yes. Do it now."

I didn't need telling twice. I cried out as I exploded inside her, thrusting as hard as I could, my only goal to show her the force of it. When she felt me softening, she shoved me away. "Hand me that tube," she ordered Stacy.

Gwen popped the cork out and held the tube to her leaking pussy, letting my seed drip out and collect inside. She re-corked it with a satisfied click. "Get between my knees and clean me.”

“Yes, Princess Gwen,” I said as I lowered my head between her legs.