Chapter 2: Older Sister’s Punishment

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Carmelita Campo

Such rage surged through me at my little sister. That fucking dyke-slut thought she could set me up. That she could get that asshole Clint and his skanks to film me, make it look like I was raping my sister instead of putting the little lesbian-whore in her place.

I knew she wanted to lick my pussy. Like all the other lesbians I had humiliated over the years, dominating them, making them eat my cunt. I was just giving them what they wanted. What they craved while also showing them how filthy and disgusting they were for doing it. How they would lick even a straight girl’s pussy if she gave them opportunity.

Even if that pussy belonged to her older sister.

And now Juana, that diseased dyke, thought she could set me up, screaming that I was raping her, pretending she hated licking my snatch when I know she loves it. And having Clint and his whores film me! I would beat the everlasting shit out of the fucking dyke.

The scream of pure rage burst from my throat as I threw myself down at Juana. She lay on the floor, sniveling and cowering, her lips stained with my juicy cream, her left cheek red from my disciplining slap. Little dyke had to learn her place.

I fell on her, straddling her waist. My finger contorted into claws. I would fuck the little whore up and—

A crushing grip seized my throat. I tried to scream but only a gurgling cry broke out as Clint threw me off of my little sister and onto the ground. I hit with a hard smack, coughing and grunting, struggling to think. My brain rattled in my skull. Everything went blurry for a moment.

And then Clint’s foot planted between my breasts. He was naked, his cock bobbing half-hard before him, his body ripped and muscular and so fucking ugly. I glared up at him, my eyes molten daggers.

“Get off of me, maricón!” I snarled. “I’ll fuck you up.”

“How?” Clint asked.

I clawed at his pinning leg, scratching down his naked calf and shin, leading furrows of torn skin, at first white then flushing red. Spots of blood trickled. He pressed harder on my chest. My eyes widened. My ribs crushing.

“How are you going to fuck me up, bitch?”

“My Master has you pinned,” chortled that disgusting, diseased cunt Lee. I couldn’t believe I was ever friends with the fucking whore. “You are so fucked.”

“Yes, you are,” Melody, Lee’s older sister, added. They both were fucking Clint, their cousin. “Oh, this is going to be fun. You said such mean things to Alicia.”

“Such! Mean! Things!” growled Clint.

I grunted as he put more pressure on my chest. I struggled to breathe. I gasped like a fish pulled out of the water. I couldn’t suck in breaths. Not with his foot on my chest. I scratched harder, spots of darkness bursting across my vision.

He was going to kill me.

That faggot bastard!

Then he released me. I coughed, sucking in those wonderful breaths. I couldn’t pull in enough blessed air as I spasmed on the ground. My chest ached. Then Clint’s hand shot down. His grip was iron as he seized my dark hair and hauled me to my knees. I struggled to move my feet, but my jeans and panties were bunched around my ankles.

He held me in his grip as I came face to face with my little sister’s pussy, adorned by her dark bush, matted with her juices. I knew it. The little whore loved licking my snatch. She was so turned on right now, her tangy aroma filling my nose. Her small tits, little more than budding mounds, rose and fell, nipples so hard. She stared down at me and there was a look on her face.

Triumph. Satisfaction. Lust.

“Guess what,” Clint grinned, kneeling down beside me. His cock was growing harder. It brushed my thigh. He grabbed my arms, letting go of my head, and yanked them behind my back, holding them in his strong grip. “We have you on film raping your little sister.”

“The little puta loved it,” I snarled, struggling to break free. Damn, he was strong. “She’s a cunt-muncher. She loves snatch.”

“Didn’t look like it to me,” Melody said, playing with her phone. “I mean, listen.”

From her phone, the sound tinny, I could hear my sister screaming out for our father, crying out that I was raping her. Melody shook her head, causing her sandy-blonde hair, braided tight, to slip off her shoulder.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Clint said.

“Nope,” Lee chortled, bouncing on her heels, making her small breasts jiggle. They were ripe mounds, so firm and succulent, with pink nipples. Her short, black hair swayed about her shoulders, framing her mischievous face. “Sounds like you’re fucked, Carmelita.”

“Fucking puta skank!” I spat at Lee. I would love to have her munch my cunt. But the whore didn’t care if people knew about her. She flashed herself all the time, and thought she could get away with it because her mom taught here.

“Juana,” Clint said, looking at my sister. “Like we said.”

“Oh, what are you going to do?” I demanded, glaring up at Juana. “Gonna try blackmailing me, dyke? I’ll tell Mom and Dad I caught you masturbating to lezzie porn.”

“Who are they going to believe?” she said, her voice sounding firm. “Their baby girl, whose hard drive has been scrubbed clean of any lezzie porn, or you? The bitch that was making me eat her pussy. That was raping me, forcing me to do that disgusting, homosexual activity. Whose ass are they going to disown? How bad will Dad beat you?”

“You loved every second of licking my snatch, you fucking rug-mun—”

Juana slapped me. I blinked, shocked more that she did it than the stinging pain in my cheek. I stared at my sister, her face twisted with anger. Her lips curling. “From now on, dyke, you will only speak when given permission. And when you do, you address me as Mistress!”

“Oh, you think I’m going to be intimidated by my lezzie—”

CRACK!

My head snapped around. My cheek throbbed worse. I blinked, shaking my head. That hurt.

“What did I just tell you, dyke?”

“Stop calling me dyke!” I hissed, glaring up at her. “I don’t care how often you slap me—” SLAP!

“¡Chingados!” I howled. “Stop doing—”

SMACK!

My head whipped to the left this time, my other cheek throbbing. The pain burned across my cheeks. I blinked, my eyes full of tears. I couldn’t believe this. The fucking little dyke-whore thought she could intimidate me.

“You’re a dyke,” she hissed. “You’re my dyke-slave from now on. Or Mom and Dad will see this footage.”

I glared up at her. I opened my mouth but she raised her hand. I closed it. Fine, let the little dyke think she was in control here. She would pay when I got her alone. She had to gang up on me, get a guy involved.

“That’s good,” Clint said. “You’re learning your place, dyke.”

I squirmed, hating that he was here. I could feel his damned cock on my hip, so hard, rubbing his filthy precum on me. I just set my jaw and ignored him. Oh, my little sister would pay when I had her alone. I would beat her so badly.

I would make her howl for every slap.

“And since you’re a dyke,” Juana continued, “I’m going to give you what you want. And don’t try to deny it, linda. I know you are. I’m one, too, remember. I know how much you lust for girls. How much you crave eating pussy.”

I didn’t. I wasn’t a dyke. I just liked humiliating them. I just liked making them eat my pussy and feel their tongues sliding through my folds and cum so hard on their mouths.

“So I’m going to give you want you want,” she grinned. “You’re going to eat my pussy. You’re going to love it, too. I know you will. You’ve been staring at it for so long, just dying to bury your tongue in it.”

I glared at her.

“Oh, she’s in such denial,” laughed Lee, her phone pointed right at me.

“Do it,” Clint growled to my sister. “Take control of her and put her in her place.” His hand slid down my ass, making me shudder, and then he rubbed my pussy. “She’s soaking wet.”

A ripple of embarrassed heat washed through me as Clint shoved his thick finger out before my face glistening with my juices. I couldn’t be wet. This was humiliating. This was disgusting. I wasn’t a dyke. I liked ... guys. They were ... fine.

Those juices were just left over from when Juana was churning my cunt up.

Then Juana seized my hair with a hard, firm grip, and yanked my face to her bush. Her silky pubic hairs rubbed across my cheeks. And then her wet vulva found my lips. I felt her hot snatch slid up and down my face. I sealed my mouth shut. I refused to give her the pleasure.

“Start licking, dyke,” Juana said, her voice so firm, brooking no disobedience.

I shook my head, moaning my wordless defiance.

She pressed my face tighter into her pussy, my nose nuzzling her clit. Her tangy juices worked past my sealed-tight lips anyways. I tasted my first cunt. A shiver ran through me, racing down my spine and settling into my pussy.

I was not getting hotter. I was not getting wetter.

I squirmed and struggled, trying to break my arms free of Clint’s strong grasp. But his hand was iron, holding my two wrists together. Why did the fucking faggot have to be so goddamn strong? Why did the little dyke have to go to him?

Why did Lee have to watch?

“Start licking my pussy, dyke-slave,” Juana hissed. “Start eating your Mistress’s cunt now!”

I glared up at her, past her budding, succulent tits to her round face. She had the same brown skin as me, that same rich tone. Her dark hair framed her face. Her cheek was still bright from my slap, but she wore it like a badge of honor, like she was proud she took it and gave me worse.

Both my cheeks felt so swollen.

“You have until the count of ten,” she said. “Or there will be punishment, dyke. 1. 2. 3.”

I didn’t flinch as she counted, wiggling her hips and griding her cunt on my face. I wouldn’t submit. I wouldn’t give in to her demands. I was strong enough to resist her. I wasn’t a dyke-slave like she wanted. I wasn’t.

“6. 7. 8.”

I wouldn’t give in.

“9.”

She could slap me all day.

“10.”

Nope. Not today, dyke.

“Clint,” Juana said. “Would you please discipline my slave?”

“Gladly,” Clint growled.

CRACK!

My ass exploded in pain. I let out a grunt into Juana’s pussy. Fire burned through my butt-cheeks, racing through my body and settling into my pussy. I writhed, my head snapping back and forth, rubbing my mouth across her pussy.

“Lick my pussy,” Juana said.

I glared defiance at—

CRACK!

My mouth opened. I screamed out in pain as the burning agony shot through my ass. My pussy clenched while my little sister’s juices poured into my mouth. She was so wet. I could see it in her eyes. This turned her on. Seeing me in pain. Seeing me humiliated and spanked by that faggot Clint.

“Lick my pussy,” she said, her voice level, commanding.

I shuddered, my ass on fire. But I wouldn’t—

CRACK!

I screamed again, my entire body shaking. The pain was so intense. It swirled through me, mixing in my pussy with the humiliation of being dominated, with the embarrassment of the cameras catching my tears rolling down my cheeks, from the pussy juices trickling down my thighs. My cunt was so hot even as my ass was in so much pain.

“Lick it, dyke.”

A shudder ran through my body. A wild shiver that ended up in a wanton sob, half of pain and half of ... passion.

What was wrong—

CRACK!

The fourth spanking was the hardest yet. Clint smacked his hand so hard into my ass, the blow pressed my face into my sister’s cunt as the heat roared through me. Fresh tears fell down my cheeks. It hurt so badly and...

My pussy drank it in. My pussy absorbed the pain and turned it into excitement. And...

“Lick my pussy.”

I could feel Clint’s hand drawing back, cocking to deliver another hard spanking. To discipline my ass for not obeying my Mis ... little sister. I squeezed my eyes shut, both wanting and fearing the smack of flesh.

My tongue licked.

My sister groaned, shuddering, as I lapped through the tangy folds of her pussy. Her eyes lit up with such delight. Her small breasts jiggled as I tasted her juices. As I felt her hot silk on my tongue. I licked again, my ass still burning, the heat radiating into my pussy, boiling it.

My tongue danced through her folds. I couldn’t stop myself. I was licking her pussy like a filthy dyke. Like a lezzie slut. And Lee was watching. Melody was recording. And Clint ... Clint had a closeup view.

“Oh, she is going to town on your pussy, Juana,” he laughed. “She just needed some encouragement.”

He pinched my burning ass, making me moan louder into my little sister’s cunt.

“Mmm, that she did,” groaned Juana. “But now my little dyke-slave is just so eager for it. Oh, yes, you got a taste of pussy and you love it, cunt-muncher.” Juana grinned with such triumph. “You’re a lezzie muff-diver now.”

I wasn’t. I just didn’t want to be spanked. Even if it tasted so good, I didn’t want to do this.

I licked again, harder, faster. I delved my tongue into my little sister’s snatch. I swirled through her tunnel, making her groan and gasp. Making her moan. Such sweet sounds came from her lips. Her juices trickled down my chin, running down my neck to my shirt.

My every breath was full of her scent. I breathed in her musk as I drank her juices. Her tangy flavor stained my senses. Her hot silk rubbed on my lips as she gripped my hair, grinding her hot cunt on my face.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re my dyke-slave now,” groaned my little sister. “You’re going to worship me forever, Carmelita. I’m going to train you. I’m going to own you. I do own you. That pussy. That mouth. Those tits. I own them all.”

She didn’t. But...

No. I couldn’t even pretend to enjoy it.

I glared up at her, forcing myself to hate her. It was so hard with my ass burning, my pussy dripping, my tongue licking. Her pussy felt so amazing on my mouth. She tasted so good. Why did I like this? I wasn’t...

No. I wasn’t. I wasn’t gay. I liked ... guys.

“To prove I own your pussy, dyke,” she grinned, “I’m selling it. You’re part of my payment to Clint. You can fuck my slave’s cunt.”

“Gladly,” Clint said, letting go of my arms.

I shuddered in shock as he grabbed my hips with his strong hands, lifting me up. I was forced to plant my hands on the ground, kneeling like a bitch between them. This couldn’t be happening. A guy couldn’t fuck my pussy.

No, no, no!

I groaned, trying to pull my face from my sister’s pussy. I couldn’t let this happened. I didn’t want a guy to fuck my pussy. Even if my Mi ... little sister told him he could. I whimpered, shuddering as his cock rubbed on my pussy.

“I own your cunt, dyke,” Juana moaned, her body shuddering. “And I’m giving it to a guy. I know you don’t want to fuck him, but you will. Because you are mine!”

She let go of my hair, shuddering as she came on my mouth. She cried out in passion, running her hands through her dark, silky hair as she ground her pussy on my face. Her juices poured into my mouth. I licked them up, I drank them down, concentrating on her cunt and not on the cock rubbing at my pussy and—

Clint penetrated me.

I groaned anyways, my pussy drinking in the friction of his cock sliding into my sopping depths. I hated how much my body enjoyed it. How good it felt that he was in me, fucking me because Juana said he could.

She had sold my body to him.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my dyke-slave,” groaned Juana. “Pound her cunt. Oh, god, she’s licking my pussy even harder. Make her cum on that dick, Clint. I want her screaming into my cunt.”

“Oh, yes,” he agreed. “The little dyke loves my cock as much as you did.”

Clint drew back and then slammed into my pussy hard. My ass burned with stinging pain. It shot to my pussy, swirling with the friction and the humiliation. All three sensations—pain, pleasure, and embarrassment—swirled through me.

I shouldn’t enjoy a guy fucking my cunt. But I was. My little sister gave me to him. And he fucked me so hard. He rammed that thick cock into me. My pussy walls absorbed the delight. It rippled through me, making me sway and groan.

“Fuck her hard, Master,” Lee groaned.

“Oh, yes, just pound that fucking dyke,” Melody groaned. “Just pound her so hard. Oh, fuck, Lee, get over here and lick my pussy.”

I knew Lee was a fucking whore. She fell to her knees, licking her older sister’s pussy with such submissive obedience. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the black-haired girl bury her face into her older sister’s shaved cunt, licking it so hard.

She was being such a good dyke-slave.

Then Clint fucked me harder. I gasped, the pain flaring in my ass. His cock was so long. It reached so deep into me. I shuddered at the humiliation, the shame, for enjoying a dick. I moaned into my sister’s pussy, his thrusts pressing my face deeper into her snatch. I tongued her hard, thrusting into her sheath.

Feeling her pussy walls spasm as she kept cumming.

My little sister kept cumming on my tongue. She moaned and gasped over me, squeezing her small breasts, fingering her puffy nipples. She massaged them, stroking her swollen areolas while groaning and grunting, her juices flooding my mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes, my little dyke-slave,” she moaned. “Oh, you’re eating my pussy so well. You’re pleasing your Mistress so much. You’re doing such a good job.”

An exhilarated surge went through me. My pussy clenched on Clint’s dick.

“And you’re fucking Clint. You’re taking a man’s cock without whining. Oh, I’m so proud of you, dyke-slave. Your Mistress is so proud of you.”

I licked my little sister so hard. I trailed my tongue up through her hot folds to her little clit. I swirled it and nuzzled it and then sucked on it. She screamed so hard, bucking on me, cumming with even more passion.

Clint groaned, loving the sight, plowing so hard into me. He gripped my hips, his balls smacking into my clit. Was he going to cum in me? Oh, god, I wasn’t on the pill. What if he flooded my cunt? Would my ... little sister let him...

Yes. Yes, she would.

I came.

My pussy went wild about Clint’s cock. I couldn’t believe how humiliating the pleasure was. I moaned like a dyke-bitch into my little sister’s cunt as my snatch massaged his dick, eager for him to cum in me. To flood me. To use me.

My ... little sister gave me to him. To be used.

“Yes, yes, yes,” howled my little sister. “Oh, yes, you’re cumming so hard on his dick. Oh, that’s so good, you little dyke-slave. You make your Mistress so proud. Oh, yes, you can cum in her, Clint.”

“Cum in her!” moaned Melody, experiencing her own rapture at her dyke-slave’s tongue.

“Fuck,” Clint grunted. He buried into me. His cum unloaded.

My pussy milked his cock as his hot jizz spurted into my depths. I shivered, feeling my first ever guy cum in me. I moaned into my sister’s pussy, another orgasm rippling through me. I trembled on my hands and knees, my ass burning, cheeks throbbing, my mouth full of pussy juices.

I came and came and came. I was such whore. A slut. How could I enjoy this?

I shuddered, tears spilling down my cheeks. And that just made my pussy spasm harder.

Cheryl Elliston

I found quite the surprise when I came home from work. A Hispanic girl, ankles in a spreader bar, her hands cuffed behind her back, a butt-plug shoved up her ass, her face buried into the pussy belonging to another Hispanic girl, younger and clearly her sister.

“Mom, that’s Carmelita. She and Lee used to be friends,” Clint said. My son and Master was naked and so sexy looking, his muscles defined. “Juana is training her to be a good slave now. I’m helping.”