Chapter 15

Time dominating my sister and mother simultaneously went by very quickly. They were surprisingly drama-free. Once we realized Hope had allowed us to put her in her place, things went much more smoothly as long as we applied a consistent form of discipline. Soon, the rules on the fridge were a quaint memory because we weren’t constrained by them with my mother or Hope. They were competing to be as nasty and filthy as we wanted.

I’ll fast forward to Friday. We were all looking forward to the weekend. Thursday night, we tied the girls up together in a spoon position.

Misty had to sleep hugging Hope, face to face. They were tied up nose to nose and tit to tit. Hope was on the bottom at first. They were coiled together because they could not lay completely flat inside the cage. It was a very sexual sort of embrace forced upon them by the circumstances of being kept in a tiny little box.

“I was straight before this all started,” my mom giggled when she felt Hope’s tongue licking her pussy lips.

“Spaghetti is straight too before it gets wet,” Hope teased her and implied that Misty wasn’t all THAT straight. If she was – she was adapting very well to bisexuality.

My brothers and I had just made Hope eat Misty’s pussy but put her away without letting her have an orgasm. Denying them an orgasm only wound them up and made the girls hornier. Hope implied that my mom was all about cock, but she’d eat pussy because she was a horny little cunt.

“A few weeks ago, before you guys started calling me Misty, you called me a horny pig! I should have told you to put me in a cage back then. I was afraid things could escalate like this, but now I hate to admit it, but I enjoy this. It’s fun. I decided that if I was going to do this, I might as well go all the way. I shouldn’t’ like being crated like a dog, but it really does turn me on. It’s not comfy, but it’s so fucking nasty. I love it.”

“You BETTER enjoy it, slut!” Hope crushed my mom with her tits and squeezed tightly while they cradled each other in their arms. “I don’t want to be the only one getting off on this.”

I observed that the two women seemed to enjoy different aspects of our new family dynamic. My mom was a glutton for orgasm denial. She became giggly when being teased relentlessly and frequently seemed to be trying to turn herself on.

Hope rarely begged to be allowed to cum. If she visibly had an orgasm, she appeared ashamed of herself. She seemed to enjoy getting ridiculed and having the snot popped out of her. She didn’t get giggly and bubbly, but she did laugh. It was almost like she was observing the humiliations from outside of her body and amused by being degraded.

I found that the two of them were feeding off the shared experience together. It was almost as if the more pain we could heap on Hope, the more my mom would want to endure it as well. It felt like they were both able to process the experience and accept it because it was happening to both of them. It was hard to explain, but I could see how they were evolving together.

There was a time when I thought we might go back to “normal.” I assumed that at some point, the girls would tell us they had enough. Hope complained that the cage was killing her back. Misty would complain that the metal bars were leaving “imprints” on her skin that were visible at her job.

Yet, both willingly crawled into the cage for the last few nights and let us tie them up together to sleep.

We fisted their pussies, and got them turned on and horny, and then abruptly locked them in the cage. “No kissing, no licking, talk only in a whisper,” I instructed. Then I shut off the lights and waited by the stairs.

“We know you are still watching, Master,” Hope half-laughed as she called out to me in the dark. I heard my mother suppress a giggle as well. They had been whispering and waiting for me to go to bed.

“Naturally, you would say that. If I am here, you can make it seem like you knew I was still standing here, but if I am not then you wouldn’t be humiliated because I wouldn’t be here to know it.”

I was the boss, and I didn’t want Hope to feel superior to me – like she out thought me. However, we were still family and we enjoyed teasing and joking. Hope’s sarcasm was fun – and playful.

“You left me tied up naked in a cage in my living room with my mom, I am not particularly worried about being humiliated, Sir,” Hope replied to me from the darkened living room. “I don’t think you CAN embarrass me anymore.”

“True, but we can try. You’ve surprisingly adjusted to your new life as a shit-gobbling, cock sucking whore.”

I respected that. My sister had done everything she said she would do and seemed hungry for more. I assumed she would fuck a dog, or fuck a camp of homeless men. She craved dangerous and often very painful forms of bondage and true beatings – not just spankings. Things that I wasn’t prepared to do to her, but it was hot hearing her beg to be “choked the fuck out” or have the shit slapped out of her.

“I would have to charge money to be a whore, Sir,” she said she just gave away her ass.

“Maybe I’ll take you back to the ren faire this weekend and turn you out?” I suggested. I knew that my sister had a lot of friends she knew at the ren faire. I also knew that if I wanted to really get under her skin and embarrass her, I couldn’t do it in the privacy of our home. It had to be around people whose opinions she cared about.

There was a long pause – perhaps she was thinking about her response.

“Cat got your tongue?”

I heard my sister giggle playfully. “Kind of ... Slut piggy, bit my tongue,” she laughed that my mom had a hold of her tongue. “Yes, that would be fine,” she agreed to the decision to go to the ren faire rather seriously. I wondered if I could actually humiliate my sister by returning to her the ren faire and making her dance and shake her pretty fat ass.

“My friends would like to come over on Saturday evening, Master,” my mom said politely from the floor. I heard her laughing. I assumed that Hope was trying to bite her tongue every time she talked because Misty kept making funny sounds and comments about not being able to get her tongue.

“Your friends? Jenny and Carolyn?”

“Yes, Master,” Mom got serious as if the two of them were intentionally calling a truce just so that she could respond to my question.

“Don’t you think you should have asked permission before inviting them over?” I asked seriously. We had taken over the house finances, but no money issues had come up yet. I felt like it was implied that my mother had to ask permission to invite anyone over.

“I am sorry, Master. They texted tonight. I was a little tied up,” she giggled. “I can tell them they can’t come over if you like?”

It felt validating that my mom agreed that she had to run visitors by me first. “You are going to serve nude while they are here?”

“If you want, Master. I assume that may freak them out, and they may want me to sit down and shoot the shit with them. I’ll be honest with them about what I am doing, no matter what you decide.”

“What if Jenny brings her kids over?”

There was a long pause. I asked if one of them was biting the other’s tongue.

“No, Master,” I was thinking. Jenny’s son is Trent’s age. The difference is that I didn’t warn them I would be nude.”

“You will answer the door, collared in a shirt and shorts, but ask if they mind if you are nude when they arrive. You were the one who invited them.”

“Should we move the cage out of the living room?”

“No.”

I felt bad answering that question for my brothers. However, I was certain they’d be fine with it.

“What about me, Sir?” Hope asked what she should do when the guests arrived. I don’t think she cared what they thought.

“You’ll also wear clothes! I think Jenny’s son has a crush on you, so this should be interesting!”

I knew that he ogled my sister – but a lot of boys did. She had huge knockers and an enigmatic way of staring you down if you looked at her – which made you only want to look at her more.

“Then on Sunday, I’ll be a ren faire hooker, huh?”

“If you are lucky!”

I left them without another word. I assumed they talked to the darkness and shadows for a while before realizing that I had exited the conversation. In the morning, the two of them were cuddled up tightly, knee to knee, face to face; their hair was a mess, and they were pressing their lips together. We have a tarp under the dog crate in case there are any spills.

“Neither of you pissed or shit all over yourselves?” I said as I kicked the cage and awoken them. “Wake up, sleeping beauty!”

“Argh, just a few more minutes, Master,” Hope snuggled in with my mom. They were both bleary-eyed and looked a little haggard. They didn’t get very good sleep in the cage and talking to one another all night didn’t help.

I was usually the first one up to wake the girls. Trent joined me. He walked over to them and pulled his cock out. He began to piss a slow drizzle on our mother’s head. She let him do it without moving before adjusting herself to open her mouth as wide as possible. She and my sister were tied so closely that the piss spattered on both of them. They both tried to drink as much as possible.

“Thirsty?” he asked, spraying their eyes and noses as much as their open mouths.

“Yes, Master,” They mumbled into his piss stream.

“Piss on each other,” he instructed. We’d been making the girls pee on each other almost every morning, either in the kitchen or in the crate. It was funny but a little messy. Hope’s legs were spread, and she was on her back. My mom pissed right into her pussy while hugging her tightly because they were both bound. They both got wet. My sister was pissing as well, but the arc of her stream was not powerful enough to do more than soak her own thighs.

“Who started the piss fountain without me?” James was completely naked as he joined us. We thought very little of being nude around the house now. The girls were naked all the time, but it still seemed strange to see my brother’s dong flapping around in the morning.

James high-fived his brother when he walked up and saw the girls lying in a puddle of their own piss. “Very disappointing, Hope! You can do better than that!” he stood behind her and pissed between her legs, aiming for her asshole and pussy. In the position she was in, she couldn’t have closed her legs, but she didn’t even try.

“Squeeze out a candy bar while I take a piss on your dirty asshole,” he instructed. We’d taken to calling my sister’s turds “Candy bars” because they surprisingly looked very much like veined Snickers bars. We had also been making her and my mother consume them at almost every meal.

“I don’t really have to go, Master,” my sister pleaded.

“A big dirty asshole like yours should be like a ten-pound bag of shit at all times,” Trent kicked the cage.

“I am sorry, Master, the candy machine is closed,” Hope mused.

“I can force one out, Master!” my mom volunteered. She was on top, and her asshole was facing my brother. “I don’t know how pretty this one is going to be,” she mused. We had sort of normalized them pissing and shitting around us over the last few days, but it still shocked me that my mom could be so casual about pooping in front of us.

“Go for it, twat!” he smiled.

“May I masturbate during breakfast?” Hope asked sweetly the head of the turd started to emerge from her massive asshole. It was music to my ears hearing my sister ask permission to do something like pleasure herself.

“Don’t negotiate with us, Cunt!” James demanded as I sprayed her asshole with piss and splashed the emergent brown loaf. She sucked the little brown turdling back in her butthole playfully and giggled. She actually played peek-a-boo with it!

“I am just so fucking horny! Feeling a turd slip out of my ass is almost like feeling a cock go in! You can beat the snot out of me during breakfast! Just let me cum, please, please Sir?”

“We CAN beat the snot out of you during breakfast?” I repeated her words and asked if my sister if she cared to rephrase that.

“I know you can beat me at any time, Master. I just mean I am so fucking turned on that I could cum while you slap me silly!”

“That’s what makes you cum the most,” Hope said. She made a disgusted face as the turd squeezing out of my mother’s ass plopped down on her tummy like spilled chocolate pudding.

“Are you allowed to cum without permission?”

“No, master,” they both replied. It was fucking uncanny how in synch that my mother and sister were becoming. I wondered if they were practicing when I wasn’t around just to fuck with my head. Then again, “Yes Master” and “No Master” made up about 50% of their responses to my questions these days – so that was pretty cool.

I unlocked the cage and held my breath because it stunk -girl poop is just as bad as guy poop.

I wasn’t sure how the girls could handle eating it. “You two shit gobblers will clean each other with your hands tied behind your backs and your entire cage, and if you do a good job, you can choose between masturbating for five minutes to completion for our amusement or a piece of dry toast.”

“Butter?” Hope jokingly negotiated to sweeten the deal as I untied her and rebound her wrists. It wasn’t that long ago that she could have just made toast without permission and put whatever she wanted on it. Hope COULD have ignored me and played with herself while making her own toast. I was still fascinated that she’d let me give her choices like that.

“I am just kidding,” she rolled her eyes, saying that she never wanted the toast anyway. “I’ll take playing with myself,” Hope revealed her true priority was giving herself a little sexual relief and satisfaction.

My sister was careful not to spread her mother’s shit around as she and my mom extricated their bodies from one another. so, they could get out of the cage.

I looked to my mom for her response to my question. My sister was willing to gobble crap, but she didn’t want to get it all over the place and make more of a mess. It was obvious to me that this activity disgusted her – and perhaps that was what she liked about it.

I was still wrapping my head around that.

“Obviously, masturbate. I’d like toast,” my mother chose the same thing as Hope without any reluctance. Misty allowed me to rebind her wrists behind her back and knelt in her own piss. “if you told me a month ago that I’d be a human toilet to my son, who is desperate to play with herself, I would never have believed you,”

“That’s what you are now – human waste disposals – cum, piss, crap, you recycle it all,” I yanked her nose and squeezed her tits.

“Yes, Master.”

I wasn’t just teasing them by calling them dirty girls and shit gobblers. I reinforced their roles in the house, and I considered “training” them to embrace the new way things were now.

My brothers don’t understand the concept of conditioning the girls through rituals and affirmations that made them accept this new family dynamic. My brothers just like teasing and insulting the girls while slapping their butts and getting their dicks wet. I felt like it was good to start each day with some affirmations that they are our sluts. In just a few days, the girls have become much more adept at drinking piss, but they still work, splutter, and gag on shit. Hork and splutter are words I just made up for the sound and facial expressions they make while the two of them are doing it because there aren’t words that truly encapsulate it.

I usually asked them some questions and made them answer while I observed them licking the salty urine off of each other’s bodies in the cage and having to prod them by slapping or poking their naked bodies.

“Snap to it, whores, or I’ll start shaving off time. You could have been playing with your filthy, wet pussies!”