With Becky and MaryAnn

Literotic asexstories – With Becky and MaryAnn by MartinLFletcher,MartinLFletcher
Author: Martin L. Fletcher

Title: With Becky and MaryAnn

Summary: A woman agrees to be sexually dominated by her boyfriend and her sister.

Keywords: MF/F, anal, bdsm, cons, inc, oral, rim, tickling, toys, ws

ONE

I had been dating Becky for over a month and was ruminating on whether I wanted to continue seeing her. She was cute, with a pretty face, dark blond curls, and a petite figure. She was also very sweet, but not sexually enterprising. We had only been sleeping together for a week or so when she confessed to me that she had been a virgin, of all unlikely things, when we met, despite her age of thirty-two.

This revelation made me wonder whether she’d ever show an interest in anything other than plain vanilla sex. Despite my best efforts to expand her horizons, she was extremely reluctant to do anything other than straight missionary. It had been all I could do to convince her to give me head.

I was pondering this dilemma one evening when I went for dinner to the house she shared with her slightly older sister.

When I knocked MaryAnn answered. She pushed a strand of auburn hair away from her face and looked at me speculatively, her pupils wide as she looked into my eyes. Her eyes were unusual; the color of coffee, with small flecks of ruby. One corner of her mouth quirked up in a slight smile. “Hello, you.”

Part of my dilemma regarding Becky was that I was very attracted to MaryAnn, and the feeling was clearly mutual. I knew I’d have to resolve the situation soon.

“My last patient was a no-show, so I got to leave work early,” MaryAnn said lightly, “but Miss Priss is working late at clinic. Come on in, she shouldn’t be long.” I followed her into the living room, admiring her marvelous ass describing small figure eights as she walked. She looked back at me and grinned sardonically as if she knew I had been watching her.

I sat down on the couch, and MaryAnn sat down next to me, very close. We were talking casually when she gave me the grin again. “I’ve been curious,” she asked in a throaty voice. “How do you feel about threesomes?”

I laughed. “That came out of nowhere. Or did it? Since you’re asking, I like the idea. But I’ve never tried it. I have certain…requirements…that would have to be met.”

MaryAnn leaned in, pressing an ample breast into my upper arm, and put a hand on my thigh. The grin was still there. “How so?”

“I haven’t mentioned this to Becky yet,” I said. “Given how…ah…ambivalent about sex she is, I’ve been trying to work her up to it gradually. But I’m into BDSM.”

MaryAnn laughed. “Really? That’s a surprise. Or maybe not, now that I think about it. You come across as all proper and polite, but I always knew there was something else underneath.”

I smiled at her. “You’ve got the eye, huh? My point is if I were going to do a threesome, one of the girls would have to be submissive and the other willing to help me dominate her. Given how vanilla she is, I can’t see Becky being into that.”

MaryAnn whooped and jumped up from the couch. “Wait here. I’ve got something to show you!” She hurried out of the room, and I could hear her laughing as she trotted down the hallway. After a few minutes, she returned with a double handful of paperback books and a self-satisfied expression. “These belong to Miss Priss. I just happen to know where she hides them.” I took the books and began to sort through them.

The ones on top were from the “50 Shades of Gray” series. The others looked like generic bodice-rippers with typical borderline-pornographic cover illustrations. But the titles were interesting, to say the least: “The Domination of Diane.” “Enslaved by Pirates.” “My Lover, My Master.” All of them looked to be in the same vein.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I looked up at MaryAnn with what I’m sure was an expression of disbelief.

“Surprised?” MaryAnn smirked. “These are Miss Priss’ outlet. She’s very repressed about her desires. As you may have noticed.”

“That being the case,” I replied skeptically, “since we’re obviously talking about something with the three of us, what makes you think she’d go for it?”

“Leave it to me,” MaryAnn chuckled. “I can be pretty persuasive. I am the older sister, after all.”

TWO

It was only a few days later that MaryAnn called me on a Friday afternoon, while I was in my office in the Sciences Building grading papers. I was glad for the interruption. Some of the assignments put me in mind of Wolfgang Pauli’s lament that a particularly obtuse student’s work was “not even wrong.”

“We’re on, lover,” she said. “You can come over anytime this evening.” I could almost hear her grin over the phone.

“I’m looking forward to it,” I replied, surprised at how quickly things were moving. “I’ll bring a few things.”

“I can’t wait to see,” MaryAnn chuckled. “Until this evening, lover.”

THREE

Later that evening when I showed up at the house, MaryAnn let me in. She glanced behind her, and, grinning conspiratorially, put her arms around my neck, tilted her head back, and kissed me passionately. After a moment of surprise, I returned the kiss in kind, letting my tongue slip between her lips. Her eyes widened and she chuckled deep in her throat, and then reluctantly unwrapped her arms. “Come on, then, lover,” she said huskily. “I am so looking forward to this.” We walked into the living room, where Becky was seated on the couch, looking nervous. MaryAnn sat down next to her. I parked the small carry-on I had brought near the couch and took a position on Becky’s other side.

I looked over at both of them. “So…which one did you two decide is going to be the bottom?”

MaryAnn grinned and glanced sideways at Becky, who folded her hands in her lap and lowered her eyes nervously. “Well,” I said, “this should be interesting. Let’s get started. Becky, why don’t you stand in front of the couch and take your clothes off for us?”

Becky’s head jerked up, and her eyes widened as she blushed. “What?”

“You heard me,” I said, letting my voice harden slightly. “And by the way, the proper response to an order is ‘Yes, Sir’ when it’s from me and ‘Yes, Miss’ when it’s from your sister. Is that clear?” She nodded, eyes wide. “Is that clear?” I growled.

“Y-yes, Sir,” Becky gulped.

“Good,” I said. “Now on your feet.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” Becky stammered again, and slowly rose to stand in front of the couch.

I looked her in the eye. “Now strip. You can start with the pants–I want to get a better view of that ass of yours.” Still blushing furiously, Becky undid the snap on her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and slowly slid the tight jeans over her ass and down to her ankles, bending over to step out of them. She straightened up and stood facing us, head lowered in embarrassment. I turned to MaryAnn, who had slid over next to me on the couch, and put a hand around my waist. “What do you think?” I asked. “Should we let her keep her panties on for a while or make her take them off now?”

Becky’s sister grinned fiercely. “Make her take them off now. I want to see her standing bare-assed.”

“You make her take them off. Remember, she has to do what you say, too,” I told her.

MaryAnn turned to Becky, still grinning. “Take off your panties, you little bitch. Let’s see Miss Priss standing with her ass naked.” Becky’s jaw dropped and she stared at MaryAnn in disbelief, but after a moment reached down and started lowering her panties.

“Hold it!” I said. I turned to MaryAnn. “Don’t let her get away with that. You gave her an order. She’s supposed to respond with ‘Yes, Miss.’ We’ll punish her later for forgetting, but for now, make her do it right.”

MaryAnn turned back to her sister. “Say it. Say it, you little bitch.”

“Y-yes, Miss,” Becky stammered and reached down again to pull off her panties.

After she had stepped out of them I leered at her and said “Now, take off your shirt. ” Becky slowly did as she was instructed, occasionally raising her eyes, until finally, her shirt slid off her arms onto the floor. “And the bra. We want to see it all.” Becky hesitated, then reached back to undo her bra snap. Her small but full breasts stood firmly once freed from the bra, and her nipples stood erecting, betraying her excitement. She crossed her arms to partially cover herself. “None of that,” I said. “Clasp your hands behind your neck.” Becky interlaced her fingers behind her neck, exposing her breasts and crotch.

I looked her over for a few moments and then turned to MaryAnn. “Very nice, isn’t she? But we can’t have her standing there naked. She should have something to wear.”

MaryAnn pouted. “But I like seeing her naked.”

“You’ll like this,” I assured her. “Open my rollaway and give me the bag on top.” She reached over to the rollaway and took out the bag, passing it to me. I opened it as Becky watched. “First,” I said, “put these on.” I took out a pair of silver-gold dress sandals with 5-inch heels and tossed them on the floor in front of Becky.

Becky bent over and picked one up, looking at it in consternation. “I–I can’t walk in these–Sir.”

“Well, then,” I said nastily, “I suggest you learn quickly. Otherwise, you’ll spend the rest of the evening crawling on your hands and knees while your sister and I torment you.” Becky swallowed and slipped the shoes on, buckling the ankle straps. She stood up, swaying slightly on the stiletto heels. The heels accentuated her shapely calves and forced her to stick her ass out. I rose from the couch and motioned to MaryAnn, who came and stood beside me. “Just one more thing,” I said. I took out a leather collar from the bag, fitted with rings and bearing the word “SLUT” in large chromed letters.

“Oh, that’s perfect!” MaryAnn giggled.

“It’ll help little Miss Priss remember what she is–and what’s expected of her,” I replied. I turned to Becky, dangling the collar in front of her face. “See this, slut? You’ll be wearing it all night.” I put the collar around her slender neck and snugged it down. Becky jumped as I secured it in place with a small padlock. “Don’t worry, slut. I’ll unlock it when we’re done with you. If I’m satisfied with your performance, that is.”

“What do you think?” I asked MaryAnn. “Doesn’t she look better fully dressed? The height of fashion for our cute little fuck slut.”

“It does make her look the part,” MaryAnn giggled.

I smiled and turned back to Becky. “Now, let’s have a better look at that ass of yours, whore. You can start by turning around.” Becky slowly turned, unsteady on her new heels, and faced away from the couch. “Now spread your legs apart.” She spread her feet slightly. “Farther!” She spread her legs wider until they were more than shoulder-width apart. “Now, bend over and grab your ankles.” Becky swallowed but did as she was told, and in a moment was bending over with her legs spread and her bare ass up, holding on to her ankles with both hands. “What do you think?” I asked, turning to MaryAnn.

“I’ve always thought she had a nice little ass,” she said, smiling slightly.

“It sure is,” I replied. “I’ve got plans for that pretty ass of hers. But for now, on your feet and turn around!” I snapped. Becky jumped but straightened and turned to face us. “Now,” I said, “Pull your elbows back and push your chest out so we can see your tits.” Becky slowly did as she was told. “Further! You can do better than that. Stick those tits out, whore!” She strained slightly, pulling her elbows back and shoving her chest out even further. “Good,” I said. “Now arch your back and stick your ass out.” She leaned forward, pushing her firm little ass up and out. I leaned close. “More! Push it out, you little bitch!” She pushed her behind out a few fractions of an inch more. I stood back, watching her quiver with the effort of holding the pose I had demanded of her. “Good,” I said, “now let’s take a closer look at what you have for us…MaryAnn, you’ll want to be in on this.”

MaryAnn sauntered over, joining me to stand behind Becky. “Isn’t this a marvelous ass,” I asked, running my hand over Becky’s right cheek and letting my finger run up her crack. “Feel it.”

Becky’s sister ran her hand lasciviously over her other cheek as Becky whimpered. “I have lots of plans for this ass,” I said. “Including shoving my cock all the way up it.”

Becky moaned and her sister giggled. “Really? You’re going to make her take it up her ass?”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ve wanted to since the moment I laid eyes on her. But I also have plenty of other humiliations in store for our little fucktoy.”

“I can’t wait,” MaryAnn purred.

“First,” I replied, “let’s take a look at the rest of her assets.”

I stepped around in front of Becky, who was looking at me with wide eyes. I smiled at her and ran my hand gently down her cheek, letting my thumb brush her lips. “Such a pretty little mouth,” I said. “I have plans for that too. As I’m sure your sister does as well. Don’t you, baby?”

Mary Ann giggled. “Now,” I said, “I want you to remember this because I’ll punish you if you forget. Whenever I put something close to your mouth, you’re to lick it or suck it. Understand?” Becky swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Sir!” I snapped.

“Yes, Sir,” Becky quavered.

“Good,” I said. I ran the tip of my thumb over her upper lip. “Then show me.” Becky hesitated a moment, then swallowed again and took my thumb in her mouth. She closed her lips around it and started sucking on it.

Mary Ann laughed as I slowly began working my thumb in and out. “Oh, I hope you’re going to make her suck your cock.”

“It’s definitely on the menu,” I laughed. “I’m thinking of tying her with her head on the bed, so she can’t pull away, and then fucking her throat so she has no choice but to take it all the way down.”

Mary Ann laughed. “God, that’s wonderful,” she said, “I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

“You’ll have your fun, too,” I smiled. “Once we have her properly restrained you can make her eat you until you come in her face.”

I pulled my thumb out of Becky’s mouth. “Now let’s see those tits of yours, whore. Pull your elbows back like I told you and stick them all the way out.” Becky did as she was told, thrusting her tits and erect nipples out. I took one in each hand and started playing with them gently, flicking the nipples with my thumb. Becky moaned with pleasure. “You like that?” Becky kept moaning, eyes closed. I pulled back my right hand and slapped her tit hard. Becky yelped. “I asked you a question, slut!”

“Yes, Sir,” Becky cried, sounding on the edge of tears.

“Better,” I said, and resumed fondling her. As she moaned with pleasure at the stroking I was giving her tits, I turned to Mary Ann. “Mary Ann, honey, would you get two lengths of rope? They’re in my rollaway.” Becky’s eyes snapped open, and she tried to pull away. I grasped her tits more firmly and pinched her nipples. “Ah-ah,” I said. “You’re not going anywhere. Just stay right where you are, and put your hands behind your back with your wrists together.” Becky stared at me but complied–she hardly had a choice as I was still holding her by the nipples. “Mary Ann, would you tie Becky’s hands? Make extra sure she can’t get loose.”

“Certainly, darling,” Mary Ann cooed. She took one length of the rope she had retrieved and walked behind Becky. Becky swayed slightly, wincing occasionally as the tugging on the rope as MaryAnn tied her caused her to pull against the fingers holding her nipples.

“Mary Ann, baby, tie her elbows too,” I said. “Pull them together tight so she’s forced to stick her tits all the way out.”

Mary Ann giggled. “What a delicious idea! You’re very good at this.” Becky whimpered as Mary Ann tightened the rope between her elbows, forcing her shoulders back and her tits out.

FOUR

“Marvelous,” I said, stepping back. “That will do nicely. But before we get started with the main menu, there’s something we need to take care of. I told you you’d be punished for not answering properly, and that time has come.” I took a leash out of the rollaway and attached it to the ring on the front of Becky’s collar. “Now, on your knees with your ass up, whore!” Mary Ann laughed as Becky looked at me in horror. “Hurry up! The longer you make me wait, the worse I’ll make it for you.” Becky swallowed and slowly sunk to her knees. “Ass up! Bend over with your face on the floor and your ass in the air!” Becky looked mortified but slowly complied. “We’re almost ready, slut. Just a couple more things.” I took out a collapsible spreader bar, extended it to its full length, and buckled Becky’s ankles into it. Then I grabbed the end of her leash and pulled it between her now widely-spread legs. “Now arch your back,” I said, pulling on the leash. Becky arched her back, forcing her ass up into the air. “You can do better than that,” I said. “More! Arch that back as far as it’ll go, bitch!” Becky squeaked and arched her back further, exposing her ass cheeks, asshole, and pussy to full view. “Good,” I said, buckling the end of her leash to the middle of the spreader bar. “Now, you’ve been very lax in your responses to our commands–so you’re going to get some discipline to help you remember how to answer properly. We’ll start with twenty strokes on your bare ass. I want to hear you count every stroke aloud, going backward from twenty, and after every stroke, I want to hear you say ‘Thank you, Sir’ or ‘Thank you, Miss.’ Understand?”

“Yes…Sir,” Becky swallowed and said nervously.

“Good,” I said, “you’re learning already.”

I paused and then brought my hand down hard on her bare ass. Becky yelped, but remembered to squeal “Twenty,” and “Thank you, Sir!”

Before she recovered, I brought my hand down again, this time even harder. Becky yelped and squealed again: “Nineteen! Thank you, Sir!” Then she tensed, waiting for the next stroke.

I waited until I saw her relax, then brought my hand down hard again. She yelped and bucked as my hand smacked her ass. “Eighteeeeen! Thank you, Siiiiir!” she cried.

Before the next stroke, I reached between her ass cheeks and tickled her asshole, and let my fingers explore her slit. I waited until she started moving with my hand, and as she started moaning, I quickly withdrew my hand and brought it down again, very hard, on her bare ass. She fairly screamed with the impact, barely getting out the count and “Thank you, Sir” before I brought my hand down again.

By this time MaryAnn was laughing out loud at Becky’s predicament. “When am I going to get a turn?” she demanded.

“Don’t worry, honey. I promise you’ll get your chance.” I continued tormenting Becky by alternately punishing her bare ass and then bringing her nearly to orgasm before giving her another stroke, always careful to vary the timing so she couldn’t anticipate the next blow. Finally, as the count reached one, I smiled and winked at MaryAnn. “Well, that was twenty from me. But now it’s your sister’s turn.”

Becky moaned. “Oh please…no…”

MaryAnn leaned in close. “Oh, yes, you little bitch. Now it’s my turn to punish Miss Priss’ bare ass. And I won’t be as nice as Sir.”

“MaryAnn,” I said, “if you’re interested there are paddles in my rollaway.”

MaryAnn squealed with delight, rummaged through the rollaway, and returned with her prize–a stiff lexan paddle drilled through with air holes. She waved the paddle in front of Becky’s face and grinned wickedly. Becky, knowing what was coming, was struggling futilely against her bonds, but only succeeded in wiggling her ass enticingly. MaryAnn knelt next to Becky on the floor and grasped her curls with one hand. “You know what’s coming next, bitch. And there’s not a thing you can do about it.” She waited a moment, then brought the paddle down, very hard, on Becky’s bare ass.

Becky screamed and writhed, but managed to squeal “Twenty!” and “Thank you, Miss!”

MaryAnn laughed. “Well, she’s learning. And only nineteen to go.” She copied my tactic of stroking Becky’s slit and fingering her asshole until she was moaning with arousal and then bringing the paddle down hard on her ass, which never failed to make Becky scream and buck against her restraints. By the time MaryAnn had finished her twenty strokes, Becky was quivering and wet with sweat, and MaryAnn was flushed with excitement. “God, that was marvelous,” MaryAnn said. “I am so turned on now.”

“Good,” I said. “Because that was just the appetizer. It’s time to move to the bedroom for the rest of the menu. Starting with the first course.”

FIVE

I unfastened Becky’s ankles and her leash from the spreader bar, then leaned down to whisper in her ear. “On your feet, bitch. We’re just getting started.” I pulled Becky to her feet, and, holding her tightly by her leash, chivvied her into the bedroom, tottering unsteadily on her slutty high heels. MaryAnn followed behind, pulling the rollaway possessively. Once we were in the bedroom I detached the leash and threw Becky roughly onto the bed.

“We’re going to tie her now?” asked MaryAnn.

“We’re going to tie her, yes,” I smiled. “I think we’ll start with a hogtie. A very strict hogtie.”

“That sounds wonderful,” MaryAnn giggled.

“Start by tying her ankles together,” I said. MaryAnn took another length of rope and bound Becky’s ankles tightly together. After MaryAnn was finished, I growled at Becky “Now, bend your knees.”

Becky swallowed and whispered “Yes, Sir,” before bending her knees so her feet were up in the air.

“More, you little bitch,” I said, “you can bend them further than that.” After Becky had bent her knees so her feet were almost at the small of her back, I quickly tied her ankles to her already bound wrists. Becky looked up at me, panic growing in her eyes as she began to realize how tightly she was now restrained.

SIX

I took a moment to admire Becky lying hogtied on the bed, and then turned toward MaryAnn. “Why don’t we start by finding out how ticklish your little sister is?”

Becky’s face turned white with horror, and she started to wriggle against her bonds. “No…” she squeaked. “Please, not that. I’m really ticklish…”

“Well,” I said. “This should be interesting then,” and reached out and began to tickle Becky on her ribs.

Becky practically exploded from the bed, screaming in shock. MaryAnn clapped her hands. “Oh my God. I had no idea. How did you know?”

“Just a guess,” I replied. “She’s such an uptight little priss I thought she would probably be ticklish. But she looks like she’ll exceed even my expectations. But we can’t have our pet slut screaming like that. Why don’t you fetch a gag from my bag?” Becky jerked her head up and looked at me in shock.

“But I want to be able to hear her,” MaryAnn pouted.

“Grab the ball gag with the holes,” I replied. “She’ll still be able to squeal. It’ll just turn down the volume a bit.”

“You’re so thoughtful, lover,” MaryAnn smiled wickedly. “Here it is.”

I took the gag and dangled it in front of Becky’s face. Her eyes widened as she saw how big it was. “Now, open your mouth,” I ordered Becky.

“No…no, please, don’t make me take that in my mouth.” She gazed at me tearfully.

“Hmm,” I said. “Maybe you’re right. MaryAnn, get a bigger one.”

MaryAnn burst out laughing and started searching through my bag. “This one?” she asked, holding up another ball gag.

“That’s it,” I said approvingly. It was the next size larger than the previous one. I held it up in front of Becky. Her eyes filled with tears and she started to shake. “Now, open up that slutty little mouth, bitch,” I said, “Or I’ll get an even bigger one.” Becky looked up at me in fear, and then swallowed and reluctantly opened her mouth. “Wider,” I said. When she had opened her mouth as far as it could go, I slowly pushed the gag in. Her eyes widened as I pushed it all the way in and tightened the strap, but tied as she was she had no choice other than to let it slide in until the strap pulled her lips back. I buckled the strap closed around the back of her head and she began moaning in a muffled voice. As she mewled helplessly, drool started to leak around the gag and drip off her lips. “Look,” I said to MaryAnn. “She likes it.” I ran my hands through the drool on her chin, then wiped them on her cheeks, smearing her own saliva on her face. “It makes her drool nicely, too. More humiliation for our little pet slut. Now, let’s pick up where we left off.”

Becky shook her head violently from side to side and grunted through the gag. She seemed to be trying to say “no.” I gently cupped her chin in one hand to make her stop shaking her head, and put a fingertip lightly on the end of her nose. “Ah-ah. Dirty little fucksluts don’t get to say ‘no’. As you’re about to learn.”

I reached out and began tickling her ribs as I had before. Once again she practically leaped up off the bed, straining her arms and legs against the tight hogtie as her face turned red and she screamed through the gag. “See?” I said to MaryAnn. “We can still hear her scream, it just won’t wake everybody in the neighborhood.”

MaryAnn giggled. “I actually think it sounds sexier this way. And I loved the look on her face when you shoved that gag in.”

“She does look very hot like this–tied, gagged, and at our mercy,” I smiled. “Now I want to tickle her for a while so she’ll be nice and sensitive for what we do to her later. I’ll tell you what–take those pretty sandals off and start on her feet. I’ll keep working on her torso. When we get to her ass I’ll have a surprise for you.”

MaryAnn grinned. “I can’t wait to see what you have in mind.” Becky groaned pleadingly around the gag filling her mouth and squirmed futilely on the bed as MaryAnn slowly undid the straps on her sandals and slid them off. She wiggled her feet frantically, trying to evade what she knew was coming.

“MaryAnn, honey,” I said. “Don’t let her get away with being resistant like that. Tie her big toes together so she can’t squirm away.”

MaryAnn giggled. “How do you come up with these things?” She pulled a length of black parachute cord out of my rollaway and proceeded to tie Becky’s big toes together, with the added touch of tying the end of the cord to her ankles. When she was through, Becky could no longer move her feet more than a fraction of an inch.

I resumed tickling Becky’s ribs and MaryAnn attacked the soles of her feet. Becky went berserk. She screamed through the gag, and bucked on the bed like a bronco, although hogtied as she was all the effort accomplished was to cover her in sweat. As I worked over her torso, underarms, and hips, MaryAnn tickled her feet, calves, and thighs. After twenty minutes or so of torture, muffled screams, and fruitless struggling, I turned to MaryAnn. “I think it’s time for the surprise I promised you.”

She looked up from where she was tormenting Becky’s feet again. “I’m sure it will be something marvelous. What is it?” I reached into my rollaway and brought out an electric toothbrush with a soft, rotating head. I switched it on, and Becky, hearing the buzzing noise, immediately began shaking her head again and grunting “no” through the gag. “Ah-ah,” I said. “Remember what I told you: you don’t get to say ‘no’ any more. To anything.”

I handed the toothbrush to MaryAnn. “Try this in little Miss Priss’ ass crack. Make sure to pay special attention to her asshole. I’m anxious to see the results.”

Becky was now struggling in earnest, as MaryAnn leaned over to whisper in her ear. “That’s right, you little bitch, you know where this is going to go, don’t you?” Then she slid the end of the brush up Becky’s ass crack, letting the bristles do their work. Becky screamed again through the gag, a high-pitched whooping shriek that continued as MaryAnn worked the brush up and down her crack. Becky rocked frantically back and forth, the strain in the ropes pulling her arms taut as she struggled vainly to escape the brush. MaryAnn evidently found Becky’s asshole, because her screams and struggling redoubled, and a droplet of sweat trickled off the end of her pert, freckled nose as she pumped her head up and down in response to the torment she was being forced to endure.

After about ten minutes of the brush, I stopped MaryAnn. “That’s enough. Time to move on.”

MaryAnn pouted but switched off the brush. “But I wanted to work her over some more.”

“You’ll get your chance,” I replied. “Remember this was just the first course. There’s much more fun to be had tormenting Miss Priss. Our little fucktoy still has a full evening ahead of her.”

MaryAnn laughed. “As long as you promise,” she said, handing me the toothbrush.

SEVEN

“First,” I said, “we need to get her spread-eagled. Leave her ankles tied. I’m going to take off her arm ropes and retie them.” I unbuckled the ball gag, and pulled it, wet and dripping, out of Becky’s mouth. I then grabbed Becky’s hair and pulled her head up. “Hear that, slut? You get to enjoy a few seconds with your arms unbound. What do you say?”

Becky looked at me, slightly dazed, and then coughed and said weakly “Th-thank you, Sir…”

“Very good,” I said. “You’re finally learning.” After untying Becky’s arms, I rolled her over on her back and tied one wrist and then the other to the bedposts over her head so that her arms were outstretched. I slipped a pillow under her ass, lifting and exposing her vulva. I then turned to MaryAnn, who had been watching intently. “Now,” I said. “retie her ankles so that her legs are spread as wide as they can go. Remember, we want her to be a little uncomfortable, so make sure she’s well spread.”

MaryAnn laughed and Becky whimpered as MaryAnn untied her ankles and then pulled her legs apart. “Spread, you little bitch,” MaryAnn said sweetly. “or I’ll do it for you.” Becky whimpered again but spread her legs apart as ordered.

“I know she can do better than that,” I said.

“Well?” said MaryAnn to Becky. Becky spread her legs another fraction of an inch and MaryAnn picked up a hank of rope.

“Here, let me,” I said. “I’ll show you something.” I quickly secured each of Becky’s ankles to the bedposts with a trucker’s hitch. “See this knot?” MaryAnn nodded. “Now watch. When I pull here, it tensions the rope. You do the other one.”

MaryAnn clapped her hands. “You really do know about this,” she said. “We can stretch her even tighter now.”

“Exactly,” I said. “Now pull slowly.” Becky whimpered as her shapely legs were drawn tight as bowstrings. After being tied and stretched she was completely unable to move her arms, cover herself, or pull her legs together, and with the pillow under her ass, she could barely even wiggle her crotch from side to side.

“Now,” I said. “Time for the second course.” I pulled a vibrator out of my bag and waved it ominously over Becky’s head. Her eyes rolled wildly as she followed its movement. “I understand one of the most agonizing things that can be done to a woman is to force her to the edge of orgasm and then pull back repeatedly. We’re going to test that idea on our little Miss Priss.”

MaryAnn laughed. “Oh, this should be good.”

“And to keep things interesting, we’re going to use this on her too.” I held up a leather-tipped riding crop. “When she gets too close to coming she’ll get the crop on her tits.”

MaryAnn shook her head, laughing. “You are such a bastard.”

“You love it,” I said. “Take the crop. I’ll work her with the vibe, and if it looks like she’s going to come, I’ll stop and you punish her tits. We’ll do that, say, a dozen times, and then switch. She should be quite eager to please afterward.”

MaryAnn turned to Becky. “Hear that, Miss Priss? We’re going to have such fun with you, and this is only the start…”

I turned on the vibrator and put it between Becky’s legs. She immediately began to moan, pulling futilely at her bonds. I ran the vibe up and down her slit, lingering each time on her increasingly engorged clit. As her moans and struggles grew more intense, I pressed the vibe harder onto her clit. When her jaw tightened and her legs stiffened, I abruptly withdrew the vibe, and her eyes snapped open as she cried out in frustration. “None of that,” I said. “You’re not allowed to come yet. MaryAnn, why don’t you bring our little slut back to earth?”

MaryAnn laughed and gazed wickedly at Becky, who was already shaking in anticipation. “You know what comes next, don’t you, you little bitch? Not you, I’m afraid…” she said, and brought the end of the crop down on Becky’s tits. Becky screamed and writhed against her bonds. “How many should I give her?” MaryAnn asked me.

“Keep in mind we’re going to be alternating with edging her,” I said. “We don’t want to take too long on whipping her tits before we get back to vibing her. Say a dozen.” MaryAnn giggled, and Becky whimpered as she fondled Becky’s tits and played with her nipples. She then brought the flogger down hard. Becky yelped in pain and surprise, and as MaryAnn continued spanking Becky’s tits with the flogger she squealed with every stroke. As MaryAnn finished twelve strokes, I started up the vibe and again Becky jumped as I laid it on her clit, starting the process over again.

After a dozen cycles of vibing and flogging, Becky was writhing frantically with denied orgasm and shiny with sweat. She looked around wildly as I said to MaryAnn “It’s time to switch. But let’s change things up a bit.”

MaryAnn cocked her head and smiled at me. “I can’t wait,” she said. “I’m sure you’ve got something delicious in mind.”

EIGHT

I nodded and motioned to my rollaway. “Why don’t you choose a dildo out of the bag?” MaryAnn grinned and started looking through the bag. Finding what she was looking for, she pulled out a large, purple silicone dildo. It was one of the bigger ones I owned, all of nine inches long and with a prodigious girth, an enormous, realistically shaped head, and a huge pair of silicone balls. The entire length of the shaft was aggressively ribbed from glans to balls with molded-in veins and protruding warts.

I laughed. “God, you’re awful.”

MaryAnn stuck her tongue out at me. “This is just what little Miss Priss needs to get her in touch with her inner slut.”

“That should do it,” I said. “But you should make her get it nice and wet before you put it in.”

MaryAnn looked at me quizically for a moment, then finally grinned. She walked up to the head of the bed, Becky’s eyes wide and following her the entire way. She waved the dildo in front of Becky’s face. Becky swallowed, and her eyes crossed as she tried to follow it. “Now, you prissy little bitch,” MaryAnn said with an evil grin. “Open your slut mouth. I want to see how much of this you can take.” Becky shivered but knew the futility of trying to protest. Slowly she opened her mouth. “Very good,” MaryAnn said. “Now stick out that tongue.” Becky complied, and when her tongue was all the way out, MaryAnn slid the huge head of the dildo into her mouth. “Suck on it, you little bitch,” she said nastily. As Becky struggled to suck on the enormous dildo filling her mouth, MaryAnn pushed it in further and further until Becky finally started to gag. She then pushed it in just a bit more, about four inches in, and Becky struggled and coughed as the head of the dildo pressed against the back of her throat. MaryAnn waited a few moments, then finally withdrew the dildo, dripping with saliva and mucus from Becky’s mouth and throat. She moved to where Becky’s ass was resting on the pillow.

“Don’t forget,” I said to MaryAnn. “She’s not allowed to come without permission.”

“Oh, I won’t, lover,” MaryAnn chuckled. “I so want to hear her beg for mercy.” She leaned over, placing the tip of the dildo against Becky’s hole. Then, with a swift motion, she plunged the dildo halfway into Becky’s dripping cunt. Becky let out a sudden scream that ended in a high-pitched moan. MaryAnn then began pulling the dildo back and pushing it in again. With every thrust, Becky gasped.

I laughed at Becky’s predicament and MaryAnn’s obvious thrill at violating her. “You’re really enjoying this.”

MaryAnn looked up at me and grinned, but didn’t stop moving the dildo. “Isn’t it just scrumptious? I hope you’re not going to tell me to go easier,” she chuckled.

I laughed out loud. “No. In fact, I want you to be a lot rougher. I want to be sure little Miss Priss remembers this. And an real dildo rape will help her learn her place. So make her take it all. Hard.”

MaryAnn smiled sweetly. “Whatever you say, lover.” She caught Becky’s eye. “Hear that, bitch? Sir says you get to take it all.” Becky twisted at her ropes in panic, but of course, she couldn’t so much as loosen her bonds. MaryAnn artfully paused for a moment to give Becky a chance to anticipate what was coming, then abruptly started pumping the dildo remorselessly into her cunt, much faster than she had before. With each stroke, she now roughly rammed the dildo all the way in, so that the silicone balls slammed against Becky’s pussy lips with every stroke. Becky squealed as the ribs and knobs on the dildo slid rapidly in and out of her hole, and I could tell the head of the dildo was reaching her cervix since her cries of pain, humiliation, and arousal redoubled in volume and she struggled violently against the taut ropes restraining her wrists and ankles. As MaryAnn continued raping her with the dildo, Becky’s moans increased in volume and her thrashing against her restraints became even more desperate. Finally, her moans merged into a shrieking cry, and she arched her back so hard that her ass rose entirely off the bed. Her hands clenched into fists, and I could see her toes curl as she pulled with all her strength against the ropes holding her down.

“Oh-oh,” I said. “It looks like little Miss Priss just came. And without asking permission.”

Becky gasped as MaryAnn immediately stopped what she was doing and roughly pulled the dildo out. She smirked at Becky. “How about it, slut? Did you just come from being tied to the bed and dildo-raped?”

Becky, still breathing hard, looked up at MaryAnn with wide eyes and hesitantly answered, “Yes, Miss.”

NINE

“You know,” I said, “this means she’ll have to be punished for coming without permission.”

MaryAnn looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “What are we going to do to her?”

“Did you see how hard she came?” I replied. “After that monster orgasm, twelve strokes on the tits hardly seems enough.”

MaryAnn grinned at me. “And how many would be enough, lover?” she asked.

“I think three dozen would be fair.” Becky gasped, but I continued. “And while I’m doing that, I want you to tickle her feet. We know she’s especially sensitive there, so making her endure both titty-whipping and tickling will be a suitable punishment for her disobedience. And maybe help our little whore learn to do as she’s told.” I glanced sidelong at Becky, who looked back at me with a desperate expression.

“That sounds marvelous,” said MaryAnn. “I can’t wait. Are we going to gag her again?” “We are,” I said. “Take that dildo you just fucked her with and stuff it in her mouth.”

MaryAnn laughed out loud. “You really are a bastard,” she said. “I love it.”

MaryAnn walked back to the head of the bed. She dangled the dildo, still wet and slippery from Becky’s cunt, over her face. A drop of pussy juice dripped off the end of the dildo onto the tip of Becky’s nose. As MaryAnn moved the dripping dildo closer, Becky clamped her jaws, mewled in the back of her throat, and shook her head reflexively. “None of that, Miss Priss,” MaryAnn told her, “Now open that slutty little mouth!” Becky swallowed, and finally slowly opened her mouth. MaryAnn quickly pushed the dildo, covered with Becky’s juices, into her mouth until she started to gag.

As MaryAnn was admiring her handiwork, I leaned over Becky’s face. “Now, you little bitch, you have something to do. I want you to suck that dildo completely clean, from the head to the balls. If you haven’t sucked it clean by the time I’m finished counting out your thirty-six strokes, I’ll let your sister make you deep-throat it. All of it. So I suggest you get to work.” Becky, a panicky look on her face, immediately began sucking desperately on the dildo. I turned and winked at MaryAnn. We both knew that there was no way she was going to suck the entire dildo clean on her own and that before long MaryAnn would be forcing the whole thing down her throat. But the labored breathing and frantic sucking sounds from the head of the bed said that she was going to try.

“Now, it’s time we started with her punishment,” I said. “But first I want to do something.”

“What’s that, lover?” MaryAnn asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

“I’m going to blindfold her so she won’t know when the stroke is coming. That will…enhance the experience,” I smiled. MaryAnn clapped her hands. “What a marvelous idea! You know all the best things, darling!” She started searching through the bag until she found the heavy, padded blindfold. She handed it to me, and I leaned over Becky’s head. Becky moaned when she saw it, but couldn’t protest because of the giant dildo in her mouth. She was still quixotically trying to suck it clean, but was clearly unable to take it any deeper. I placed the blindfold over Becky’s eyes and tied it securely. I knew that with the thick, padded blindfold on she wouldn’t be able to see a thing, particularly the flogger coming down on her tits. MaryAnn had already moved to the foot of the bed and was obviously waiting to begin the tickle torture part of Becky’s punishment.

I raised the crop and turned to MaryAnn. “When I bring the crop down, start tickling her,” I said.

MaryAnn giggled. “Just like an orchestra conductor.”

I smiled in response, then turned to face the bed and snapped the flogger down on one of Becky’s tits. At the same time, MaryAnn attacked both of her feet with her fingernails. Becky jumped as though from an electric shock, and obviously tried to scream, but with the dildo in her mouth, the only result was a gurgling moan and a mixture of saliva and her own pussy juice bubbling out around the gag and running down her chin. As she continued screaming from the tickling MaryAnn was inflicting, I ran my hand over her chin and smeared the drool over her tits and engorged nipples. I then raised the crop and brought it down again, very hard, on her other tit. She bucked on the bed and squealed around the gag, both from the relentless tickling and the painful shock of the flogger landing.

From this point I began varying the strokes–sometimes forcing Becky to wait for the next one, sometimes giving her two or even three in quick succession, sometimes alternating tits, and sometimes flogging the same one several times in a row. I quickly learned to recognize when she was bracing herself for a stroke–when she did, I waited until she relaxed minutely, and then brought the crop down. The effect was electric. MaryAnn saw what I was doing, and began doing the same thing tickling Becky’s feet. She would stop and start unpredictably, tickling one foot, or the other, or both simultaneously, with no discernible pattern.

After receiving her thirty-six strokes, Becky was sagging into the bed, gasping through her nose, and covered with sweat. I turned and motioned MaryAnn to the head of the bed. I winked at her, then reached out and removed Becky’s blindfold, and pulled the dildo from her mouth. I examined the dildo and tsked. “I expected better, Miss Priss. Only about half of this dildo is clean.”

“But…” Becky quavered.

“Ah-ah, no excuses,” I interrupted. “It looks like your sister is going to have to help you get it the rest of the way clean. Isn’t that right, MaryAnn?”

MaryAnn leaned over and breathed throatily in Becky’s ear, “After all, what are sisters for?” Becky flinched and pulled weakly against her bonds, but she knew what was coming and that there was no way to escape it.

TEN

I handed the dildo to MaryAnn, who immediately ordered Becky, once again, to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. Without any choice, Becky did as she was told. MaryAnn slid the dildo smoothly into Becky’s quivering mouth and then began moving it in and out, pushing it in a bit deeper each time. When Becky began to gag, MaryAnn paused the motion of the dildo and leaned over to whisper in Becky’s ear again. “Now comes the fun part, slut. You’re going to take the whole thing all the way down. It’ll go easier on you if you don’t try to fight it.” She then grasped the end of the dildo firmly, and in one motion pushed it smoothly the rest of the way in until the silicone balls were touching Becky’s lower lip. Becky gagged and coughed violently as the entire nine-inch dildo slid down her throat. After it was all the way in her struggles subsided, and she appeared to be concentrating entirely on drawing what air she could through her pert, freckled nose. The only sound she could make was a high-pitched mewling, and saliva mixed with pussy juice continued to bubble out around the end of the dildo and run down her chin.

MaryAnn then began to fuck Becky’s throat with the dildo. She pulled it back an inch or two, and then shoved it home again, occasioning a new bout of gagging and coughing. She then held the dildo in place until the coughing subsided, and then withdrew it and shoved it down Becky’s throat yet again. She had continued this torture for perhaps ten minutes when I stopped her.

“That’s enough,” I said.

“But this is such fun,” MaryAnn pouted.

“I know,” I replied. “But we have other wonderful games to play with our little slut. We don’t want to spend too much time on one activity. And you’ll love what comes next–I guarantee it.”

“Okay, lover, I trust you,” MaryAnn smiled, withdrawing the dildo from Becky’s mouth and throat.

ELEVEN

By this time Becky had been mercilessly brought to the edge of orgasm over and over, dildo raped in her pussy and mouth, and flogged on her tits until they were glowing pink. She was soaked in sweat, writhing against her bonds, and whimpering at the erotic torment and humiliating violations she had endured. But her nipples were hard and erect and the bed under her crotch was soaking wet. I leaned in. “Did Miss Priss enjoy that?” I asked. Becky whimpered in response. “Answer me, you little bitch. Did you like being tied, vibed, dildo raped, and titty-whipped? Tell the truth.”

“Yes, Sir,” Becky moaned.

“Good,” I said. “You’re well on your way to becoming our perfect little fucktoy. And the night is far from over.”

I turned to MaryAnn. “Now it’s time for the third course.”

MaryAnn looked at me speculatively. “And what might that be?” she asked.

“Little Miss Priss is going to tongue my ass while I sit on her face. Aren’t you?” I said as I turned to look at Becky. She looked back at me with her eyes wide and mouth open.

MaryAnn was laughing. “Are you really going to make her do that?”

“She’ll do it,” I said. “Unless she wants another round of dildo rape and flogging. How about it?” I said, looking at Becky. “Does Miss Priss want to tongue my ass? Think carefully before you answer.” I drew the end of the crop across her erect nipples.

Becky swallowed and finally whispered “Yes, Sir.”

“Good,” I said. “Then let me hear you beg for it.” Becky stared at me. “Beg!” I demanded, smacking one of her tits lightly with the flogger for emphasis.

“Please, sir, may I tongue your ass?” Becky moaned, obviously mortified.

“Louder!” I said. “Beg at the top of your lungs, you little whore!”

“PLEASE SIR MAY I PLEASE TONGUE YOUR ASSHOLE!” Becky cried tearfully. I turned to smile at MaryAnn, who was laughing out loud at Becky’s degradation.

“Very good,” I said to Becky. “I’ll be giving you instructions as you go. And if I’m not satisfied with your performance, I’ll punish you…hard. And then make you start all over.” I pulled my clothes off and climbed on the bed, throwing a leg over Becky’s head so I was squatting over her face, with my hands resting on her tits. I looked at MaryAnn. “Why don’t you strip down too? It’ll be your turn next.” MaryAnn held my gaze as she stripped, revealing her large breasts and firm nipples. She turned to give me a glance at her marvelous ass. “Oh, very nice,” I said. “One of these days I’ll have to give that a try.”

“I’ll remember you said that,” MaryAnn grinned, and stuck out her tongue.

I lowered my hips until I felt the tip of Becky’s nose in my crack. “Now, you little whore,” I said loudly, “get to work.” I tweaked one of her nipples by way of emphasis, heard a muffled yelp, then felt the tip of her tongue touching my asshole. “Work it,” I said, tweaking her nipple again. I felt her tongue begin to move, circling my asshole and moving up and down my crack. “Good,” I said, “keep it up.”

MaryAnn giggled. “How is it?”

“She’s a natural,” I said. “And we’ll make sure she gets lots of practice. It’ll be your turn next.”

“I can’t wait,” MaryAnn replied, licking her lips.

I lowered my hips slightly and felt Becky’s nose being forced further into my crack. “Keep going,” I said loudly. “Run the tip of your tongue around my asshole!” and tweaked her nipple again. Again the muffled yelp, and I felt the tip of her tongue begin circling my asshole. The sensation, combined with the thrill of degrading her, was giving me a hard-on like an iron rod. After a few minutes of enjoying Becky’s tongue, I raised my voice again. “Now, you little whore. Stick your tongue in my asshole!” I heard Becky moan from underneath me. “Do it!” I demanded and pinched both her nipples, hard. I heard a muffled squeal from Becky, and I felt the tip of her tongue push into my asshole. The sensation was marvelous, and I savored the abject humiliation I was subjecting her to. “Keep going!” I said. “I’ll tell you when to stop.”

After about fifteen minutes of erotic torment and humiliation that must have seemed like hours to Becky, I gave her nipples a final tweak and said, “That’s enough.” She groaned and withdrew her tongue from my asshole, and I rose from where I had been sitting on her face. I climbed down from the bed and motioned to her sister. “Your turn,” I said.

Becky whimpered and MaryAnn grinned fiercely. “Oh, God, I can’t wait.”

“Go ahead,” I told her. “She’s all yours. Have fun.”

MaryAnn leaned over Becky and looked down at her. “I’m so looking forward to this, little Miss Priss. Let’s see how you like licking out my ass. I know I will…” With that she climbed on the bed and straddled Becky’s face as I had, putting her calves on either side of Becky’s head so she couldn’t move, and then slowly lowering her ass until Becky had no choice but to do whatever MaryAnn demanded. “Now, bitch, get to work!” she said. “Swirl your tongue around my hole!” I heard a muffled groan from under MaryAnn’s ass, and then she arched her back with pleasure as Becky’s tongue played over her asshole. “Keep going!,” MaryAnn ordered. “Work it! Faster!” She drew her arm back and slapped Becky’s right tit, hard, arched her back again, and groaned with pleasure as Becky squealed and redoubled her efforts. Obviously enjoying the sensation, MaryAnn shifted a bit and settled lower on Becky’s face, triggering a new round of moaning from under her ass. “Alright, you little slut, now stick your tongue up my ass. All the way. I want your tongue so far in I can feel your lips on my hole. Her eyes narrowed as Becky’s tongue entered her asshole. “That’s it, Miss Priss…now put it in the rest of the way.” She slapped Becky again on the tits, making a sharp sound of flesh on flesh. “Deeper!,” MaryAnn demanded. She let her hand drop to her crotch and began stroking her slit, as Becky’s tongue moved in and out of her ass. Her hips began moving up and down while she grasped Becky’s tit with her left hand, and stroked her slit with her right. She began to moan, the pitch of her voice rising as she rode Becky’s tongue with her asshole. As her moans reached a crescendo, she abruptly arched her back and screamed out loud, throwing her head back and pressing her hips down, forcing Becky’s tongue all the way up her hole.

I laughed. “Did you just come from making your sister put her tongue up your asshole?”

MaryAnn let out a long, shuddering breath and grinned at me, her face and tits flushed with orgasm. “Oh, Yesss!” she breathed. “Can we do that again?”

“We’ll add it as a regular menu item,” I replied. “Ass-licking will be part of Miss Priss’ repertoire from now on. She has a natural talent for it. She just needs practice–and we’ll make sure she gets a lot of that.”

TWELVE

“Now then. Time for the fourth course,” I said.

“What’s that?” MaryAnn asked.

“Oral. She’s going to suck my cock,” I said. “Then I’m going to throat-fuck her. After that, she’ll eat you until you come in her face.”

MaryAnn laughed. “Oh, I can’t wait to see this. Do it to her now.” MaryAnn kneeled at the head of the bed and put her hands under her chin so she had a close-up view of Becky’s face. I positioned myself on the bed so that I was straddling Becky’s chest, with the tip of my cock hovering over her face. “Open!” I said. “Open that slutty little mouth wide!” Becky whimpered but opened her mouth. “Now stick out your tongue,” I said, “and lick my balls. Just use the tip of your tongue.” Becky did as she was instructed, and the throbbing in my cock increased. “Now, take my balls in your mouth and suck on them,” I demanded. Becky complied, taking both of my hairy balls in her mouth and caressing them with her tongue. My hard, throbbing cock brushed her nose as she continued. I pulled my balls out of her mouth and ordered her to lick my cock. Her tongue tickled my shaft as she moved the tip of her tongue along the length, and my cock began to ache. “Now swirl your tongue over the very end. Good girl…” After allowing her to lick the entire shaft, I paused. “Now, keep that pretty little mouth open,” I said, and slowly slid my cock into her mouth. “Now, suck it, whore!” I commanded. She closed her lips around my shaft and began sucking my cock, moving her head up and down–the only motion her tight spread-eagle allowed her to make. “Suck it! I want to feel your tongue on the shaft!” I said. Becky complied, and I felt my cock sliding over her tongue as she sucked and bobbed her head up and down. The pleasure from her lips and tongue sliding over my cock was already intense, and I began moving my hips so that my cock slid even deeper into her mouth. Her eyes widened slightly and she uttered a squeak of dismay. “You’ll take it all before we’re done, slut,” I said, “keep going.”

MaryAnn, watching intently from the side of the bed, giggled at the oral violation and verbal degradation I was subjecting Becky too. Becky continued sucking as I moved my hips, but she was obviously trying to avoid having my cock go all the way to the back of her mouth. Losing patience, I grabbed her hair and forced her head back onto the bed so she couldn’t pull away, and continued thrusting. “Don’t pull away!” I barked. “Take it all, slut!” She squeaked in alarm as I felt the sensitive head of my cock sliding over the back of her throat. The addition to the feel of her tongue and lips on the shaft was incredible. “Suck it, bitch!” I said. “I’ll tell you when you can stop!” Becky resumed sucking and sliding her tongue over my cock as I pushed further and further into the back of her throat with every stroke. She made a muffled choking whine each time I forced my way further in. “That’s right, gag on it, whore. You’re going to keep sucking until I feel your lips tickling my balls.” Finally, with the last thrust, I rammed my cock home. I felt the head slide over her soft palate and then push down her throat. Becky’s eyes widened in panic and she squealed helplessly as I raped her throat. I continued, pulling my cock back and then ramming it down her throat again and again until Becky was covered in sweat and straining against her bonds, and her saliva was leaking around the base of my cock and running over her lips. After thoroughly fucking her throat, I slowly pulled out, seeing that my cock was covered with saliva and mucus from Becky’s mouth and throat. “Finish the job, Miss Priss. Stick out your tongue and lick it clean.” Becky reluctantly obeyed, and slowly licked the head and shaft of my cock clean.

THIRTEEN

I climbed down from the bed and turned to MaryAnn. “God, that was fun to watch,” she said. “I’m more turned on than ever.”

“Our little fucktoy can take care of that,” I replied. “It’s your turn. Climb up on the bed and make her eat your cunt.”

“I can’t wait. But is there some way to make her keep her mouth open? I’ve got something special for her in mind.” MaryAnn stood beside the bed and gazed down lustfully at Becky, who was still tied tightly to the bedframe and looking back at her fearfully.

I laughed. “We can do that if you want.” MaryAnn looked up at me in delighted surprise and watched as I retrieved a claw gag from my rollaway. I walked back to the head of the bed and dangled the gag over Becky’s face. “This will help you keep your mouth open during what’s coming, slut. But don’t worry; you’ll still be able to move your tongue–which is all that matters. Now open up.” Becky hesitantly opened her mouth, eyeing the wicked-looking gag all the while. Once she was fully open, I slipped the rounded hooks over the corners of her lips, and slowly tightened the strap. As I did, the claws pulled her lips back, forcing her mouth open. Becky moaned incoherently through her open mouth.

MaryAnn giggled. “That’s wonderful!”

“Go ahead,” I smiled back. “I really want to see this–including whatever ‘special’ thing you’re planning.”

MaryAnn climbed on the bed and straddled Becky’s chest so she could look down on her. “All right, you prissy little bitch. I’ve been wanting to make you do this since we were teenagers. And now I’m finally going to get what I want, and there’s not a thing you can do about it. So get to work with that tongue.” She scooted forward slightly so her crotch was directly over Becky’s face. “Lick it, bitch!” Her eyes narrowed as Becky’s tongue started moving up and down her slit. “Slowly, you little bitch!” she scolded. “I want to enjoy every second of this–so take your time. I’ll tell you when to speed up.” Becky must have obeyed because MaryAnn moaned with pleasure and began to slowly rock her hips back and forth.

After ten minutes of leisurely cunt-licking, MaryAnn gave Becky more instruction. “Tongue my clit, you little whore. That’s right, right there. Oh! Yes! Keep going! I’ll tell you when you can stop!” MaryAnn’s moans grew louder, and her face and chest began to blush. “Now stick your tongue up my cunt. I want it all the way in. Aah! Yes! More!” She began moving her hips up and down and riding Becky’s tongue with her cunt, her moans continuing to rise in volume. As she neared the peak of arousal, she reached down and grabbed Becky’s hair, and pulled her face into her crotch. “Keep–going–you little–bitch!” she panted. Finally, some dam broke inside her, and she screamed and arched her back, tossing her hair wildly.

As her screams of ecstasy continued, MaryAnn suddenly emptied her bladder, continuing to orgasm as she sprayed a stream of foaming piss into Becky’s open mouth.

Becky sputtered and gagged, but MaryAnn’s piss rapidly filled her mouth and spilled down her chin. MaryAnn laughed wildly and reached down to pinch Becky’s nose shut. She now had no choice but to swallow the overflowing mouthful MaryAnn had emptied into her. Becky hesitated but squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed deeply, gagging as the warm piss went down her throat.

As MaryAnn came down to earth, she turned to look at me and laughed breathlessly. “That–was–incredible. Even better than I expected. I’ve wanted to do that forever; force little Miss Perfect to eat my cunt, and then piss in her mouth and make her swallow it.”

“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” I replied. “We have to put it on the permanent menu. But now it’s my turn, and time for the last course: fucking our little whore up the ass.”

FOURTEEN

I leaned over Becky, who was still tied helplessly to the bed. She was panting and her eyes were wild. She was clearly mortified at having been forced to give cunnilingus to her own sister and swallow a mouthful of her warm piss. Glancing down at her nipples, however, I saw they were standing erect and more engorged than ever. The pillow under her crotch was visibly soaked from her dripping pussy, and she was flushed with excitement, despite her look of apprehension. “You’re not fooling me, slut. I know exactly what you want, and now you’re going to get it.” I removed her gag, untied her hands, and quickly retied them in front. After freeing her ankles, I pulled her roughly to her feet, and marched her, wearing only her collar, back into the living room. MaryAnn followed and watched as I positioned Becky at the rear of a large, heavy wingback chair. “MaryAnn, would you fetch some rope? We need to tie this little slut to the chair.”

“Of course, darling. I can’t wait to see what’s coming,” MaryAnn replied.

I walked around to the front of the chair and grabbed Becky’s wrists. I tied a rope around her wrist binding and secured the other end to the crosspiece at the bottom of the chair. When it was tight I stood up and turned to MaryAnn.

“Make her spread her legs and then get up on her tiptoes.”

“You heard Sir, you little bitch. Spread those legs. Now up on your toes,” MaryAnn said and slapped Becky’s ass. Becky yelped and obediently stood up on her toes.

“Now, tie her ankles to the chair legs so she’s forced to stand like that.”

MaryAnn bent down and tied Becky’s ankles to the chair. As she did so I tightened the rope securing Becky’s wrists to the chair. When we were finished Becky was bent over the chair, her legs spread, up on her toes, and with her arms stretched in front of her. All she could do now was move her head up and down and wiggle her ass slightly from side to side.

“Now for the final course,” I said. I moved an antique upright mirror from the corner of the room and positioned it in front of the chair.

MaryAnn looked on, breathing hard with anticipation. “Are you going to do it to her now? Fuck her up the ass?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I replied. “The mirror is so we can see her face while I do her.” By now Becky was quivering. “So, Miss Priss,” I said, “are you ready to take my cock up your ass like a good little whore?”

“Please, no,” Becky pleaded. “I’ll do anything you want…”

“Of course you will,” I laughed. “But what I want right now is to hear you squeal while I fuck that tight little virgin ass of yours.”

MaryAnn grinned and laughed nastily. “You already know how big his cock is, bitch, from having it down your throat. Imagine having it in your ass.”

I told Becky “I’m going to let your sister lube you while you use your mouth to get my cock nice and wet. And do a good job, or I’ll tell your sister to be especially nasty when she’s greasing your hole.” Becky moaned, but obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for my cock. As I held the back of her head and fucked her mouth, she squeaked in shock as MaryAnn ran the cold lube over and into her asshole. After a few minutes, I pulled slowly out of Becky’s mouth, and she desperately tried to follow my cock with her tongue, trying to forestall what was coming next.

MaryAnn, looking on, laughed. “She’s become quite the enthusiastic cocksucker, hasn’t she?”

“Uh-huh,” I grinned. “But I know she really wants it at the other end.”

I walked around behind the chair as MaryAnn watched. I grinned at her, but saying nothing, placed the tip of my cock against Becky’s greased hole. Becky tensed, although I hadn’t entered her yet. “Now,” I said to MaryAnn, “watch her face.” I pushed with the tip of my cock until Becky’s asshole opened and admitted the head. Becky’s eyes widened and she gave off a rising squeal, which continued as I pushed in further. Now, Becky had her eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her lip and began to mewl deep in her throat. She gave a sudden cry and her eyes snapped open as I pushed in the rest of the way, and then she settled down to open-mouthed, wide-eyed panting. “I’m all the way in, slut. Now you get ass-fucked.” I started to slide my cock in and out of Becky’s ass, watching her face go through expressions of pain, dismay, and humiliation as I fucked her anally.

Every few strokes I would pull out and reenter her, which always caused her to wince and shriek.

MaryAnn chuckled each time Becky squealed. “This is marvelous,” she said. “How does she feel?”

“Super tight,” I said. “We’re going to have to make this another regular menu item. I could fuck this ass every day.”

“How long are you going to keep doing her?” MaryAnn asked. “I want to see her come,” I replied. “Until she does, she’s going to keep taking my cock in her ass. I can go for a long time.” Becky made a horrified expression in the mirror. “Hear that, Miss Priss? I’m going to keep going until I feel you come with my cock up your ass. I can do this all night.”

I began varying the rhythm of Becky’s ass fucking, speeding up, which made her squeal, and slowing down, which made her moan. I slapped her ass hard. “Do you like that, slut?”

Becky squealed “Yes, Sir!” as I continued ass-fucking her.

“You love my cock in your ass, don’t you? Answer!”

Becky squealed “Yes, Sir!” but I slapped her ass again, very hard.

“Then say it,” I said. “Say ‘I love your cock in my ass.'”

“I love your cock in my ass, Sir,” she panted. I slapped her ass again as I continued fucking her.

“Louder, bitch!” I demanded.

“I LOVE YOUR COCK IN MY ASS, SIR!” she cried loudly.

“I know you do, you little ass-slut,” I taunted her. “And we’re going to be doing this a lot.”

As I continued driving my cock into her ass her moans increased in pitch and frequency. I felt her already tight asshole begin to squeeze harder on my cock. As her moans reached a crescendo, her asshole clamped down and she strained against her bonds. She screamed as I felt her come. It was all I could do not to come at the same time, but I wanted to torment her further. As she panted from the orgasm, I slapped her ass and she yelped. “Did Miss Priss just come with my cock up her ass?” I demanded.

“Y-yess, Sir,” Becky moaned weakly.

“Very good. But now you have to pay it off.” I slapped her ass again. “You’ll keep taking it up the ass until I come. Understand?”

“Yyesss, Sir,” Becky cried.

I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and redoubled the speed of her ass-fucking as she squealed with each stroke. By now I was practically raping her anally, and there was nothing she could do but endure it. Her asshole was still tight around my cock, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. I could hear myself groaning with pleasure as I continued pumping her, plunging deeply into her ass. Her butt cheeks slapped against my hips with every stroke. My noises of pleasure were obviously exciting her since her asshole tightened around my cock even more. The sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her tight virgin asshole was mind-blowing. Finally, I couldn’t hold back. I thrust my hips forward, forcing my cock deep into her, and she screamed as I sprayed hot cum into her ass. I kept pumping, spanking her ass hard again and again as I spurted. As I did, I felt her asshole clamp down hard on my throbbing cock a second time and heard her gasping and screaming as she came again. Finally, spent, I pulled out, leaving her hanging limp in her restraints and dripping with sweat.

I reached for a towel to clean myself. “Well, well,” MaryAnn said. “I think Miss Priss enjoyed that. Didn’t she just come again?”

“She sure did,” I said. “I told you we’d be able to turn her into a perfect little fucktoy.”

“So what’s next for her?” MaryAnn asked.

“I’ll give it some thought,” I said and winked. “I’m sure we haven’t nearly reached her limit.”