She was almost delirious with gratitude when Alistair offered to let her move in with him. She was less delirious, though, when he offered the conditions.
First, he told her, she would have to come out to her family and friends as a lesbian.
Secondly, she would be required to rape three other girls and bring him video proof.
Third, she would pay her rent by going to work at Laura’s work as a prostitute. She would be fucked every night for money, and give the money to Alistair.
And fourthly, while at his house she would be forbidden from standing upright, wearing clothes, or making any noise other than a cow “moo” without explicit permission.
Laura almost orgasmed when she heard this. It was exactly what Katy deserved.
Katy hated it. She cried and pleaded. But her alternative was to literally sleep on the street, which she would be doing tonight anyway, and each night until she had raped three girls. She eventually agreed to Alistair’s demeaning arrangement. They spent much of the morning looking through Katy’s Facebook friends, and working out which looked most attractive and most vulnerable. Alistair made Katy describe how she might rape or blackmail each of them, and rate how good their cunt might taste. By the time they let her go, Katy had firm plans on how to ruin three of her closest friendships by turning girls she had known since childhood into her rape slaves. Alistair was particularly pleased that Laura’s tongue made Katy orgasm twice during this discussion. He patted Laura on the head, and then a moment later Katy rewarded Laura too by pissing into her mouth.
Chapter 29
HER BROTHER, PART ONE
Laura looked again at the rules for interacting with her brother during his visit to town.
(1) Dress like a slut. Your outfit should be at least as slutty and publicly inappropriate as if you were wearing nothing but underwear.
(2) Don’t discourage him in any way from any affection or sexual interest he shows in you. Don’t say no, or look disinterested or unhappy. If he hugs you, lean into it. If he gropes you, moan sluttily to show how much you enjoy it.
(3) At least once each hour you spend with him awake, you should ask him if you’re a bimbo, if you’re a slut, if you’re sexy, if you’re a well-behaved fucktoy, if you’re a dumb bitch, if you’re a good little cunt, or if you deserve to be raped. You must get him to agree to all of them before he leaves.
(4) You must sleep in his bed with him each night, naked.
(5) You must let him watch you fuck your slut girlfriend at least once.
(6) Give a sexual or degrading answer to any question he asks you.
(7) If he hasn’t fucked you by the last day of his visit, you must show him your house and entertain him there for at least three hours.
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Laura arrived at her brother’s hotel room wearing a trench coat, and nothing beneath it except lacy pink panties and bra. She had been told by her blackmailer she had to be wearing something “at least as slutty as underwear”, and therefore she though underwear was probably the least slutty thing she could get away with wearing. She had arranged with him on the phone that she would stay the night, sharing the bed – it sounded innocent over the phone, and she suspected he might have a different opinion if she had asked once he had seen how she was dressed and acting.
Daniel opened the door, and went to hug her, but Laura quickly stepped past him into the room. It was large and lavish – Daniel’s work appeared to be paying well. There was a large double bed, a floor to ceiling mirror, a couch and TV, and a spa in one corner of the room. It looked sumptuous and inviting.
Laura waited for her brother to close the door, and then quickly removed her trench coat. Even for the new, sluttier Laura, this made her blush, her cheeks a bright red as she showed off her body to her brother.
“Laura, what the hell?” Daniel asked, shocked.
“This is how I dress now,” Laura said, avoiding eye contact. She wanted to ask him not to make a big deal of it, but she wasn’t allowed to discourage his interest, so instead she said, “Do you like it?”
He was speechless for a moment, then said, “Um… you look great.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Um… Erica’s not going to wait up for me. Is it okay if I crash here tonight?”
“Of course,” said Daniel, still uncertain what was happening. He settled for stepping forward and giving his sister a hug.
Laura leaned into it, conscious she was to encourage his interest. She melted into her brother’s arms, felt her tits press against his chest, nestled her head in his neck. Honestly, it felt good, even if it was her brother. It was a combination of the sexual attention she had been receiving so much lately, but also a kind of love. It made her feel warm, and like Daniel would help and protect her.
It was confusing, of course, because Laura’s cunt was wet, because Laura’s cunt was always wet. If it she wasn’t aroused, her collar would be shocking her. She had a constant loop playing in the back of her head, thinking about cocks, and cum, and pretty lesbian cunts, and girls being raped, and it kept her pussy damp all day long, with a little occasional stimulation from her fingers. And she was thinking about all these things as she stood hugging her brother in her underwear.
“Do you think I’m sexy?” she whispered into his neck, knowing she was required to ask this by her blackmailer. To her dismay, she felt her brother’s cock hardening in response, pressing slightly against her underwear through his pants.
“Um, yes,” he said.
He led Laura into the room, and sat her down on the couch, taking a seat next to her. He was clearly uncomfortable and confused by his sister’s dress and behavior.
“So how have you been?” he asked her cautiously.
Laura wanted to answer that she was not okay, that her life was messed up, that she needed to be saved. But she couldn’t. Failing that, she wanted to answer that she was okay, and keep things breezy, but she knew she couldn’t answer that either. All her answers had to be slutty or degrading.
“I’ve been horny a lot,” she said quietly.
There was a silence as her brother processed the unexpected answer. She couldn’t help but notice that his eyes dipped briefly to her crotch, and she knew her constant arousal meant there was a wet spot on the front of her groin. If she kept her knees together, of course, it would be hidden, but Laura didn’t ever sit like that anymore. Her legs were obediently spread to keep her twat visible.
“And… uh… what’s new in your life?” her brother continued.
Laura bit her lip. She wanted this to stop. She should never have agreed to this bet. But she had to follow the rules now. So she whispered her answer. “I fuck boys now,” she breathed.
Her brother looked confused – and, upsettingly, aroused. “You’re not gay anymore?” he asked.
“No, I’m still a lesbo slut,” she said – the words “lesbo slut” being the way she thought of the term “lesbian” now – “but I also let boys cum inside me, because I’m trying to be a good fuckpig.” Her collar wouldn’t let her say “girl”.
“What kind of boys?” her brother asked.
“My boss at work,” Laura replied. “My male friends. And I work as a whore now, so lots of strangers.”
She wanted to cry. This was so wrong, that she was telling her brother this. Surely if she kept talking like this, he would realize something was wrong, and help her?
But he kept asking. “Is Erica okay with this?”
“Erica fucks boys now too. Her job at work is basically just to suck men’s cocks and drink their piss. When she comes home, I rape her while she cries.” Laura was deliberately playing into it now, being extra slutty so her brother would react, would realize that she was not okay.
“Jesus, Laura,” her brother breathed. And to Laura’s delight, he reached out and drew her into a hug. It still felt weird, being pressed against her brother while half-naked, her cunt wet and her nipples erect, but his care for her gave her hope that he might actually help her. She nestled against his chest eagerly, both out of affection and because she was to encourage his physical interest in her.
He kept asking questions. “What’s happening to you? Why are you doing this?”
She couldn’t tell him about the blackmail. She couldn’t tell him she didn’t want to be this way. So she gave him a different answer. “I realized that I was a huge disgusting cocktease,” she said. “I know I always dress like a total rapetoy, but I never let any boy touch me. I got off on being cruel, knowing I was giving my friends erections, encouraging them to fantasize about me, but leaving them with blue balls. I was a teasing little bitch and I was awful.” And Laura knew it was all true. Her conditioning had helped her see that.
She went on. “I’ve been taking courses recently to help me learn. They’ve made me see that women were designed to please men, and the only way being a lesbo slut is okay is if men are watching me lez off, or if I’m hurting the other bitch to make her learn what her place is.” And she knew that was true too. She wasn’t even sure if she could cum from another girl now without knowing a man was watching or one or both of the girls were being degraded or hurt.
She watched his face. Surely he would help her now? Surely saying something so degrading and slutty – albeit true – would show him she was not okay?
Her brother was silent for a long pause. Then he exhaled and said, “God, Laura. It’s so great that you’ve finally realized that.”
Laura’s heart sank. What was he saying?
“I got so frustrated watching you cocktease all your friends,” he went on. “So embarrassed for them. I love you as my sister, but you were such a bitch all the time. You were so lucky none of them ever just raped you – you certainly encouraged them to enough.”
Laura felt so confused. She was standing here in her underwear in front of her brother, and her cunt was wet while she was listening to him tell her she deserved to be raped. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be.
At least he hadn’t asked her a question. She could say something now without it needing to degrade her.
“I want you to help me,” she said, in a quiet, whimpery voice. And her voice broke, because it was so true. “Please help me, Daniel.”
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