Chapter 5: Sister Submission

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Carmelita Campo

The tears wouldn’t stop coming. Everything was all so screwed up. I was screwed up. I should have loved fucking Clint’s dick. Or at least wanted to do it more than licking my sister’s, or another girl’s, pussy. I was straight.

I had to be.

My sister stalked off, my cheek stinging from her slap, from the disappointment in her words. Disappointment. She ... wanted me to admit I liked licking pussy and hated sucking cock. Clint’s cum lingered in my mouth, a salty, bitter taste. His spunk churned my stomach. I wanted to throw-up. And more of his jizz leaked out of my pussy.

My unprotected pussy. I wasn’t on birth control. What if he bred me?

At least then I’d prove I was a straight slut. My shoulders shook more. Tears poured down my cheeks as I gasped. My head spun. My stomach growled despite being full of cum and piss and pussy juices. My head throbbed, my ass ached.

Clint stood. He looked down at me, his hard face set. Then he marched off. Lee knelt down beside me. Once, we had been friends, united in picking on the other girls who were beneath us, like Lee’s half-sister Alicia.

God, it was hot when that little brat had fisted me.

But then Lee had turned into a freak last year, destroying our friendship. How could I be seen with such a whore? She’d do all sorts of obscene stuff, flashing herself, shaving herself while everyone watched, let us insult her, demean her.

Made me fantasize about forcing her to lick my pussy.

Her arm went around my shoulders. She pulled me close. She was a slave, like me. Clint spanked her like Juana spanked me. He made her drink piss like I drank Juana’s. She’d been bound, degraded, humiliated, and she loved it. Why? How?

“It’s okay,” Lee whispered.

My arms went around her. I pressed my face into her chest, my entire body shaking. My tears stained her flesh. They flowed out of me. Everything was so confusing, so fucked up. I wasn’t a lesbian. My father would disown me. But...

I loved it. I loved pussy so much and I hated cock. Cum. It was so nasty.

“Do you remember how I masturbated before our PE class?” Lee asked, her voice soft. “And shaved my snatch bare?”

I nodded, sniffing.

“Clint made me do it.”

“I know that,” I said. “You’re his sex slave.”

“But I didn’t fight it,” Lee said. “He doesn’t really make me do anything. Or ... he does, but only because I let him. Because I want him to make me do humiliating, disgusting things. I want to be his slave, his whore, his cum dumpster. And you ... You want to lick pussy.”

“No!” I protested.

“It’s so clear.” Lee cupped my face, her fingers brushed the tears spilling down my cheeks.

“It’s Juana. She’s lying about me!”

“Sure you’re not lying about yourself?” Her eyes bored into mine. “I saw you gag when Clint fired his cum into your mouth. You hated it.”

“Cum just doesn’t taste good.”

“Not to you.” Lee’s beamed. “I love it. It’s better than pussy juices or piss for me. My brother’s cum is ambrosia to me. Just like your sister’s pussy juices is ambrosia to you.” Lee leaned closer, brushing her nose against mine. “I bet you even liked Juana’s piss better than Clint’s cum.”

Heat caressed my cheeks.

“That’s what I thought. So, Carmelita, why don’t you want to be happy?”

“My father would kick me out of the house if I were gay.” I stared at Lee. She had to understand why I couldn’t be gay. No matter how much I liked pussy. “He’d disown me and be so disappointed in me. He despises lesbianas and maricónes. I can’t be one.”

“If he disowns you and kicks you out, you can live here. You and Juana.” Lee gave me such a friendly smile. “Because it’s more important for you to be happy by being true to who you are then to live a lie for someone who hates who you are. I acted like a brat for attention, craving to be disciplined, looking for a man to take me in hand. And when I found it, I was so happy. And I think you want the same. All this forcing dykes to lick your pussy ... You were looking for they dyke who’d force you to admit who you are.

“And your sister’s doing it. With my Master’s help. So let them! Or you’re going to have a shitty life, Carmelita. Be true to yourself.”

Then she kissed me on the mouth. Not a hot, passionate kiss, but something like a pair of sister’s might share. A brush of lips, something loving. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of her lips as she broke it and scampered off.

True to myself... Was I really a lesbian?

My stomach twisted. Father stood over me, glaring down at his filthy, lesbiana daughter, face burning with rage, fists clenching. And in his eyes dwelled the worst thing ever: disappointment. I bolted for the bathroom, stumbling into it and falling before the toilet.

My stomach heaved as I puked up my shame.

Juana Campo

I avoided my sister all Saturday night. I hoped letting her think about things would improve her. Clint had his sex slaves bind her and leave her in the middle of the living room floor like last night. They had promised to check up on her.

I found my sister lying on her side early Sunday morning, hardly moving, her face smeared with drying pussy juices.

“Good morning, slave,” I said, staring at her, hoping to see her eyes light up.

She flicked up her gaze at me then looked away.

“I said, ‘Good morning, slave’!” My hand clenched. “How do you respond, bitch?”

“Morning, Mistress,” she muttered, words slurred.

I bent down beside her, working on the knots. In a minute, she flexed her fingers as she sat up, massaging feeling back into them. Then, without a word or permission, she stood up and stumbled on wobbly legs to the bathroom.

I ground my teeth.

I stood ready for her return, the huge, black dildo strapped onto my naked body. My sister tottered out of the bathroom, her round, golden-brown breasts jiggling, her nipples not even erect. Her head downcast, black hair falling around her face.

“You are being a bad slave,” I hissed. “You’re walking instead of crawling. You’re my bitch-slave, linda.”

My older sister sank down to her knees without a word, no energy. In my hands I held a pair of nipple clamps. This would get a reaction out of her.

“You know I have to punish you for your insolent behavior.”

My older sister shrugged.

I leaned down, my small tits jiggling. My nipples throbbed, so hard with my excitement to play with my sister-slave. How dare she rob me of my fun. I opened the clamp then paused. Her nipples weren’t erect. They didn’t protrude out for me.

I rubbed one with my finger, massaging it. The little nub poked out, half as erect as normal. Good enough. I clamped her nipple. She sucked in a breath, her body trembling. She let out a whimper of pain.

Better.

“You are going to wear these all day for being an insolent slut, bitch!” I told her, my pussy growing moist as her other nipple poked out on its own.

I opened the clamp, the toothy jaw engulfing her nipple. The triangular alligator teeth bit into her brown nipple. She shuddered again, sucking in another breath. My pussy clenched, juices dribbling down my thighs as her breasts shook. The nipple clamps pulled on her nubs as they swung back and forth.

“Now what do you say?” I demanded.

“Thank you for punishing me, Mistress,” she muttered, her words slurred like she was drunk. But that was impossible.

I grabbed her chin, lifting her face, peering into her eyes. They were dull, lifeless. “If you don’t start showing me how thankful you are, you’re going to be punished more.”

“Guess it’ll be more punishments.”

“That’s your choice, bitch.” I pointed at couch. “Crawl over there and bend over it. I’m going to spank your insolent ass.”

She shrugged and shuffled along on her hands and feet, her ass wiggling. Bruises splotched her ass, fading from brown-purple centers to yellow edges. Reminders of her spankings two days ago. She reached the couch, pressing her clamped nipples into the fabric, wincing.

I advanced on her, my pussy so wet for this. I would spank her, get her in the mood, and then fuck her so hard with her favorite dildo. She would remember what I gave her—the pain and pleasure she craved. The lesbian pleasures that she desired but refused to admit.

CRACK!

She grunted, her head lying on her arms, hardly moving. My red handprint burned on her ass.

CRACK!

The stinging slap echoed harder. I landed it right on a bruise, my snatch clenching from causing her pain. But she just grunted again. She didn’t moan. She didn’t whimper. She didn’t wiggler her ass, begging for another.

CRACK!

“What is wrong with you?” I demanded, three bright spots burning on her gorgeous ass.

CRACK!

“Don’t just lie there!”

“Dad’s going to kill me,” she said in Spanish. “He’s going to find out I’ve licked your pussy and think I’m a lesbian.”

“You are a lesbian! A lesbian slave!”

CRACK!

“Don’t tell me you hate licking pussy, bitch! I know you love it!”

Her entire body shook. Tears fell down her cheeks. “I ... I don’t like it. I’m just doing it because you’re blackmailing me.”

My excitement died. It wasn’t hot spanking her when she didn’t care. I stared at my older sister. I wanted to dominate her, to make her my sex slave, not to break her spirit so completely. She shook worse and worse.

This was all fucked up.

Alicia Elliston

I was lightly humping my pussy against my teddy bear, sliding my shaved, slick slit against his soft fur, when my bedroom door opened. Juana walked in, having only left a few minutes ago. Now tears fell down her cheeks. She had a huge strap-on thrusting from her crotch.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, lifting my body from my teddy bear. “I thought you were going to play with Carmelita?”

“It’s not fun when she’s crying,” Juana said, sobs shaking her body. “Real crying. I ... I think we’ve broken her. It’s all falling apart. She won’t admit she’s gay.”

I hopped off my bed, my pigtails flying, and flew to my friend. I embraced her, the dildo digging into my stomach, our tiny breasts pressed tight. She pressed her wet face against the nape of my neck, shaking harder, clinging to me.

“Let’s go talk to Clint. He’s got to have a plan. He must have been thinking all night about the problem.”

“Y-you really think that Clint will help?”

I pulled away from her enough to cup her face. Tears rolled down her cheeks to my fingers. I gave her a kiss on the lips, sweet and loving, putting all my friendship into it as I wiggled against her, my nipples tingling as they brushed hers.

Oh, I missed humping my teddy bear. My pussy had been so close to erupting.

“Come on, let’s go talk to Clint,” I said, when we broke it. “Right now. You paid him with your pussy and mouth to get Carmelita as your sex slave, and he’ll deliver. He’s just down the hall with Mommy-Slave and Aunt Vicky.”

“Okay,” Juana said.

I just wanted my friend to be happy. Clint had to help her. He just had to.

Clint Ellison

Mom groaned and gasped as Aunt Vicky and I sucked on her fat nipples. My tongue swirled around her nub before I sucked hard on it again, making her body arch and her wanton moans echo through the bedroom she shared with her sister.

“Oh, Master, yes. I can’t wait until I lactate like Melody and Pam,” moaned my mother.

“Then you’ll be my human cow,” I grinned, releasing her nipple. “We’ll just milk these huge udders.”

My aunt shuddered, sucking harder. The pair were so alike, only two years apart in age. They both had huge, soft breasts and fat nipples. Their hair differed, Mom’s bleached blonde contrasting with Aunt Vicky’s black, their tresses brushing around my mom’s shoulder. They both had the same tattoo on their left tit, a triangle with three initials: two C’s and a V for Clinton, Cheryl, and Vicky. My father owned both sisters before he died.

Now I owned them. But that top C, over Chery and Vicky’s letters, belonged to my father even though we shared the same name.

“Yes, Master, you can milk me all you want,” Mom moaned. “Mmm, Mommy-slave’s big, strong son will need her milk to make him even stronger.”

I grinned, my dick throbbing, aching for her incestuous depths. I sucked on her nipple one last time, bringing another squeal before I broke away. I grabbed Mom’s hips, dragging her down the bed so she was in the center, pulling her away from Aunt Vicky’s hungry mouth.

My cock throbbed, thrusting before me, as I knelt between my mom’s spread open thighs. Her pussy, adorned by her black bush, glistened. Her thick pussy lips, thrusting through her curly pubic hairs, begged for my dick as she undulated her hips.

I rubbed her stomach. My child grew in her belly. I had bred my mother.

“What are you grinning about, Master?” Aunt Vicky asked, shifting around, her big boobs dangling before her.

“How he’s such a stud he bred his mother,” Mom answered, her hips wiggling. “He’s thinking about breeding more of his family members.”

“Maybe a sexy aunt. You have bred both my daughters, Master.” Aunt Vicky gave me such a smoky look.

“Or one of his sisters. His little princess craves to carry her big brother’s son,” purred Mom, stroking my dick with her hot hand.

I shuddered. I should breed Alicia. Her slim frame, swollen with pregnancy, would be so sexy. Mom’s hands rubbed my precum around the sensitive crown of my dick as the fantasy of a pregnant Alicia burned through my mind, watching her bouncing on my cock, her budding tits jiggling above her round belly.

“That’s it, sister-slut,” Aunt Vicky moaned, her heavy tits dangling right over Mom’s lips. “That’s what he wants. To breed my cute niece.”

“Oh, yes,” Mom moaned. “My sexy son needs to breed my baby girl.”

My dick throbbed in her hand. “I do. But right now, I need to fuck my Mommy-slave’s pregnant pussy.”

Mom shuddered, her hand bringing my dick right to her wet pussy. At the same moment, she latched onto her sister’s nipple, sucking on the fat nub. My aunt’s eyes rolled back into her head, moaning in pleasure as her sister sucked.

I groaned, Mom’s thick pussy lips and ticklish bush rubbing on the tip of my cock. She worked my shaft up and down her slit while nursing on her sister’s nipple. Then her silky labia engulfed my dick’s crown, her undulating hips sliding my shaft an inch into her pregnant pussy.

I took my time sinking into my mother’s pussy. Slowly. Ever so slowly. I savored every incestuous inch of sliding back into the pussy that birthed me. I groaned, the hot heat of her pregnant snatch engulfing my shaft.

I bred the womb that had birthed me. Goddamn, that was intoxicating.

Mom squealed about her sister’s nipple as my cock filled her. Her cunt clenched on my dick, swaddling me in hot silk. I buried to the hilt in her. Her thighs locked about my hips, her pussy rippling about my cock as she suckled so hard.

“Fuck my sister-slave, Master!” Vicky moaned. “Satiate your lusts! You’re so hard! Use your Mommy-slave’s cunt to satiate your desires!”

“Yes,” I groaned, drawing back my hips, Mom’s silky flesh caressing my dick. The pleasure shot through me. “I’m going to dump so much cum in her, and you’re going to lick your sister-slave clean, slut.”

“Yes, Master!” Aunt Vicky moaned, her entire body shaking. Her ass wiggled.

I slammed into my mom’s pregnant depths, incestuous friction burning about my cock. I groaned, loving it. My balls smacked into her taint, full of my seed. I wanted to breed her all over again. After she birthed my child, maybe I would. Another baby planted into the womb that birthed me.

I drew back and thrust in faster, the incestuous thrill of fucking my mother’s pregnant cunt shooting through me. My ass clenched with each thrust, the pleasure flooding down my shaft and filling my balls. They ached more and more as they smacked into her taint.

Aunt Vicky moaned again, her face twisting with pleasure.

“Got a hot cunt, slave?” I demanded.

“Always, Master,” Aunt Vicky moaned. “That’s why I need my strong nephew to control me. I’d be such a whore, just fucking every cock I could, without that.”

I grinned at her. “Plant that hot cunt on your sister’s mouth. Grind your cunt on her and cum so hard.”

“Oh, god, yes, Master! Thank you for letting me use my sister’s mouth!”

“You’re welcome, slut. Now get that whore-cunt on her mouth and drench her!”

“Yes,” Mom moaned, her pussy clenching on my thrusting cock.

As Aunt Vicky mounted my mom’s face, I thrust harder, the pleasure spilling through me. I slammed into my mom’s cunt, her body shaking. Her big boobs, piled into two lush mounds, jiggled with each thrust. I stared at them as Mom devoured her sister’s cunt with such greedy hunger. Aunt Vicky moaned, her big tits jiggling as she squirmed on her sister’s mouth.

Two delicious sets of breasts to stare at. I licked my lips, pounding my mom’s pregnant cunt so hard, eyes flicking from Mom’s to Aunt Vicky’s bouncing tits. My balls smacked so hard into my mom’s taint, her pussy clenching down on my dick as she licked and nuzzled and ate her sister’s incestuous snatch.

“Oh, yes, Cheryl,” groaned my aunt. “Oh, yes, you are so good at licking pussy. Mmm, yes, eat my snatch. Shove that slutty tongue into my depths while your son fucks your whore-cunt!”

Mom’s pussy clenched on my plunging dick, pleasure rippling down my shaft.

“Such a whore-cunt,” I growled. “Mothers shouldn’t be so hot for their son’s cock. Only a complete slut would do that. Just a filthy skank who lets her son fuck her and breed her!”

“Yes!” gasped Aunt Vicky, grinding her pussy faster on my mom’s lips. Vicky squeezed both her big tits, holding them up, proffering them to me.

I growled, leaning over, and sucking hard on her fat nub. I worshiped my aunt’s nipple, tasting my mother’s mouth on it. I shuddered, plowing my mom so hard, the bed creaking. Her pussy was so silky and juicy on my dick.

Her thighs tightened on my hips. Her hips bucked so hard. She screamed out rapture, muffled by my aunt’s pussy, as her own cunt spasmed so hard about my dick. The pleasure rippled up and down my shaft.

I made my mother cum.

“Oh, yes,” gasped Aunt Vicky. “My sister is a huge slut! Cumming on her son’s cock like a whore!”

“Such a whore!” Mom moaned. “I love my son’s huge cock in my pussy!”

I pounded her spasming pussy. Her flesh writhed about my cock. The pleasure rippled through my body. I moaned about Aunt Vicky’s nipple, sucking so hard. I fought off my orgasm, savoring my mom’s convulsing flesh for as long as I could.