“Bex, that swimsuit looks amazing on you. It really shows off your new pussy rings that are hanging out. That’s such a slutty thing to do, you must really love your new rings, big sis.”
Bex internally grunts, seeing the pussy rings hanging outside the string that’s covering her clit bell. Alathia takes a long drink from her freshly squeezed lemonade, that Bex spent hours squeezing by her thighs over the pitcher, another of Alathia’s humiliating requests. Something about the thighs of a woman adding the right touch to the drink. Soaking in the sun’s rays while, Bex caters to her little sister’s every whim, in her new role as Alathia’s personal maid.
“Oh, Bex, dear!” Shaking her glass at Bex, clanking her ice to get Bex’s attention.
“Yes, Mistress Alathia? How may I serve you, Mistress?”
“I need a refill and then I want you to lick my pussy.”
Bex grins at the opportunity of getting between Alathia’s legs and licking her pussy brings on a sudden excitement in Bex’s pussy. Quickly picking up the pitcher of lemonade, Bex pours it, filling Alathia’s glass. “Yes, Mistress!”
Bex moves between Alathia’s long, slender legs, sliding her black thong bikini off her little sister’s legs, placing the bottoms on the table. Taking in Alathia’s perfectly manicured pussy, glistening with her wetness, and anticipation flowing from her snatch. Alathia had been wet all day, watching her big sister fuck-toy being used, has kept her pussy a moist mess all day, and now she’ll get some relief.
Bex gently spreads Alathia’s legs to begin licking her little sister’s wet cunt. Bex runs her tongue down her little sister’s slit, ’til she buries it in Alathia’s love tunnel.
Alathia, feeling her big sister’s tongue, moans softly, enjoying her fresh lemonade. While her big sister licks her pussy, Alathia looks down on her new fuck-toy; seeing Alathia’s own nectar smeared across Bex’s face, brings a sense of orgasmic bliss to Alathia’s body.
In a shaky, almost childish, whisper Bex asks Alathia if she would lick her pussy.
The request just further drives Alathia into a sexual frenzy, hearing her big sister’s request.
“Absolutely, Bex. I’ll definitely do that for you later, my slutty fuck-toy. Now, I want you to get a licking, bitch.”
Bex, with a big grin, dives enthusiastically between her little sister’s legs and begins lapping Alathia’s hot, wet box; Bex completely focused on the task of licking her little sister’s pussy. “God, I can’t believe that in just three days, I’ve come to almost need to lick Alathia’s pussy. It doesn’t help that my body’s, constantly kept on a sexual edge never giving me relief.”
Prancer enters the backyard pool area, seeing Bex’s cute little ass wiggling in abject happiness, with her head buried in her little sister’s pussy.
Alathia, with her legs spread wide, giving Bex complete access to her slit addresses Prancer, “Oh Prancer, is it time for our meeting?”
Prancer taking in the display of Bex pleasuring her little sister is making her hot and bothered. Her long brown hair is tied back into a tight ponytail, with her black-framed glasses hiding her brown eyes that are comparable to maple syrup. Prancer’s attire screams evil villain’s sidekick– her school uniform is pressed, stockings are lined up perfectly, shoes polished to a mirror shine, and she’s carrying a silver briefcase.
“Mistress Alathia,” looking at Bex who has now caught sight of Prancer, who glares at Bex. “Slut, seems you’ve gotten new body jewelry; looks good on a cunt like you. How’s the tongue ring feel, Mistress?”
Alathia giving Bex a gentle pop on the head, “Did I say stop licking? Get back to work licking, slut. She’s coming along very quickly and loves licking pussy. Isn’t that right, my fuck-toy?”
Bex meekly replies, “Yes, Mistress.” Bex goes back to pleasuring her little sister, as Alathia continues talking to Prancer.
Alathia grinning, “My little fuck-toy is pussy-struck, she can’t help but get distracted by new pussy. I bet she’s drooling thinking about getting to your sweet pussy, Prancer.”
Following Prancer is Donner, following like a well-behaved pet. Prancer sets her briefcase on the glass table next to Alathia. Donner brings a chair for Prancer.
Responding to Alathia, “Is she that much of a slut? Would she just crawl over here, wiggling that cute little ass and lick my wet pussy?” Giving a skeptical look to Alathia.
Chuckling, Alathia responds, “Oh Prancer, do you want Bex to use her golden mouth on your hot sex box?”
Prancer, showing the first signs of being human, blushes nodding sheepishly. “Yes, Mistress. I’ve masturbated so many times to the thought of Bex licking my pussy to a huge climax.”
Snapping her fingers at Bex to gain her new servant’s attention, Alathia directs Bex to pleasure Prancer. “Go lick Prancer, slut. Bex, she’s practically creaming herself over you.”
In a barely audible whisper, Bex replies, “Yes, Mistress.” Crawling to Prancer, swaying her ass in an exaggerated fashion, Bex takes the briefest of moments to try to regain some of her damaged and lost self. “I should be upset. I’m being forced to pleasure a woman whom I don’t really know, but the thought of making my Mistress upset by disobeying makes me sad. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m starting to think of my bitchy little sister as mistress. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m losing myself, focus…”
Prancer, in a lack of patience at something she’s dreamed of for years, grabs Bex by the hair, shoving her face in her perfectly bald pussy. Bex, before having her face smashed into the soaked crotch, notices a tattoo of a capital letter A in the champagne font, right by Prancer’s pussy.
Caught off guard at seeing the ink, Bex begins to make an inquiry about it.
When Prancer, in a flash, has her hand around Bex’s neck and begins squeezing.
“NOT A FUCKIN’ WORD, SLUT. YOU’RE A FUCK-TOY. YOUR ONLY JOB IS TO LICK MY PUSSY!”
Bex, feeling Prancer’s grip tighten around her throat, frantically nods her understanding of her place.
Prancer releases Bex, “LICK ME NOW, AND DON’T SPEAK AGAIN UNLESS YOU’RE ADDRESSED, SLUT!”
Bex nods furiously, moving quickly between Prancer’s legs. Bex places her tongue on Prancer’s pussy causing the first orgasm to rock Prancer’s body.
this causes Alathia to laugh, “Prancer, you easy slut. Did you just climax from my big sister merely licking your hot little snatch!”
Prancer breathing deeply, “Yes, Mistress. I just climaxed.” Bex begins licking around Prancer’s pussy, probing every crevice and fold of the perfectly groomed pussy, running her tongue down Prancer’s glistening slit, lapping up Prancer’s nectar.
Alathia watches her big sister performing the role that she’s always dreamed of putting her big sister in; on all fours, acting like the slut she is. Addressing Prancer as if she were ordering a meal, “So are all the arrangements for the party on Saturday ready, Prancer?”
“Oh god. Yes, Mistress! Everything is set to your requests. Oh fuck, she really does have a golden tongue, Mistress!”
Bex soaking in the praise of her talented tongue becomes emboldened, really working her lapping deep in Prancer’s love box.
Bex is basking in the praise Prancer is giving her. “Why does getting praised for being a slut make me wetter. God, I’m losing my mind. I’m so fucking horny, all I want is to be fucked into unconsciousness.”
Donner does his best to not draw the attention of his two mistresses, letting them focus on their new toy, Bex. Standing behind Prancer, quietly watching the show, he’s wearing a school uniform similar to what Prancer is wearing, only Prancer is wearing a cute pink collar that reads ‘buttslut’.
Donner takes a free moment to recall how he became the femboy he currently is. Last year, Donner, who was previously known as Dan, was smitten by Alathia’s looks and wanted to be her boyfriend. Having never really taken rejection well, Donner kept pushing his feelings on Alathia ’til she finally snapped, making him the femboy slut he is now; pleasuring anyone his mistress desires. His boobs have come in fairly well and he has lost all ability to get an erection thanks to his two mistresses. Holding back his depression, Donner mourns the loss of his cock and the fact he never got to use it.
Alathia picks up the first of three syringes sitting in Prancer’s briefcase. “How’s Donner’s femboy training coming along?”
Breathing heavy, Prancer replies breathily, “He’s still hesitant about sucking cock, but he’ll get fucked as often as he can. He must have realized that’s the only way he can climax now.”
Prancer snaps her fingers, ordering Donner to present himself to Alathia. Donner feeling the remnants of his male ego attempt a counterattack, he defiantly stands where he is, not moving. Alathia, raising an eyebrow, skeptically looks at Prancer who huffs. “Really Donner, you’re gonna do this now? In front of our Mistress? You’re so fucking stupid, Donner!”
Pushing a few buttons on her phone sends an electrical current into Donner’s cock, dropping Donner to the pool deck twitching in agony, whimpering and crying out in pain. “Please, Mistress. Please stop hurting me!”
Prancer stops the electrical current flowing from the buttplug lodged up Donner’s ass. “Are you gonna be a good femboy, fuckboy!”
Regaining his motor functions, Donner steps in front of Alathia. In a drafted whispering tone of a chastised child, “Sorry, Mistresses, for my precious behavior.”
“Lift your skirt bitch boy!” snarls Prancer.
Donner, with shaky hands, slowly raises his skirt, revealing a very tiny cock cage, the size of a thumb. Alathia, having seen Donner for the first time in a few weeks, nods in approval at the tiny pink cage covering what use to be a strong cock, and not a sissy clitty.
Addressing Prancer, Alathia asks, “So Prancer, what’s the process in achieving the results we have here? I’d love to see the process. I’ve got a new person in mind for such a treatment.”
Prancer gasping, hands Alathia a syringe. Bex continues licking Prancer’s pussy. Breathing heavily, “This shot goes into Donner’s balls. This is the last shot. It will replace the last little bit of his testosterone, but still leave him incredibly horny the way testron tends to do to the male species.”
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