Chapter 3: Big Sis’s Humiliating Punishment

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Carmelita Campo

The dildo stretched out my pussy, my flesh spasming about it. I groaned and gasped, my wrists twisting in the handcuffs, my asshole clenching down on the invading butt-plug. I shuddered, groaning, gasping, my lips stained with pussy. Zoey’s pussy. My little sister’s pussy. Alicia’s.

I had eaten so much pussy today. I hated how much I liked it. I shouldn’t like it. I wasn’t gay. I wasn’t. But my bitch of a little sister and that faggot Clint had me on videotape forcing my dyke sister to eat my pussy. They were blackmailing me. My parents, especially my father, would kill me if he thought I were gay.

I wasn’t. I was straight. I liked...guys. They were...fine.

I didn’t like being my sister’s sex slave.

“Oh, yes, you loved that big dildo,” purred Juana, the fucking dyke-cunt-whore. Her hands gripped my asscheeks, pushing them together.

The butt plug drove deeper into my ass.

“Aren’t you glad you bought this toy so I could fuck you with it?” Juana purred. She was attached to the dildo, leaning over me. It was the largest dildo I had ever ordered off the internet. I bought it to fuck her little dyke cunt, to ram a big, Black dick into her and make her squeal.

I knew she would like it. She was the dyke. Not me. I just liked putting lezzie whores in their place. I had done it to a few girls when I saw that they were muff-divers. I showed them what they were and how pathetic it was to crave licking my snatch.

And Juana turned it around on me.

“Don’t deny you didn’t love it,” Juana said, her fingernails biting into my ass. It was welted from being flogged. Pain flared through me, mixing with the buzzing remains of my orgasm. “I heard you cum hard.”

“Fine, Mistress,” I said, hating that I called her that. How it made me feel: owned. I wasn’t her property. My Mis...little sister didn’t own me! “I came. Any girl would cum. It’s a fake cock. I like cocks.”

“Oh, yeah, she loooooves cocks,” Lee giggled. She was bound nearby, just like me, her ass thrust up in the air, her hands cuffed behind her back, her legs spread apart by a bar, keeping her pussy on display. Only the fucked-up little slut loved it. She got off on it. She wiggled her hips, no doubt trying to get Clint to ram his dick into her nasty snatch. “She’s just begging for Clint to fuck her.”

“Do you want Clint to fuck you with his big, thick cock?” Juana asked, leaning over me. “Does my little lezzie-slave want that? Huh? I mean, if you’re straight, you must be dying for Clint to fuck you.”

“My big brother is such a hunk with an amazing cock,” Alicia said. She was cradled in Clint’s strong arms. He stood over me now, his cock smeared with her pussy juices, half-hard, throbbing, twitching, swelling.

“Do you want him to fuck you?” Juana purred. “I think you deserve a reward. You ate out Zoey’s pussy so well. You showed her how good you are at pussy licking. Which is weird. Since you’re straight.”

“So straight,” laughed Lee.

I wanted to beat that little shit. Wipe that smirk off her face. I wiggled, pulling on my cuffs. But I couldn’t.

“Yes, I want to fuck Clint,” I hissed. I wasn’t gay. Clint just didn’t turn me on. He wasn’t my type of guy. He was too...muscly. Too hard. I liked...other guys. Pretty guys. But I didn’t like girls. I wasn’t a dyke. And I sure as shit wasn’t my Mis...little sister’s sex slave.”

“Then enjoy your reward,” Juana said, pulling the monstrous dildo from my pussy.

I groaned, shuddering as it withdrew. It was big.

“Unless you’re really a lesbian and don’t want a guy’s cock in you,” Juana said, moving around before me, that huge, black dildo bouncing from her crotch. On her petite frame, it looked surreal. “Cumming in you. All that nasty jizz spilling into your pussy. Maybe even breeding you.”

“I’m not a dyke!” I snarled. “I’ll fuck Clint!” That’d show them all how much I liked dick.

Clint set down Alicia. She fell before Lee, grabbing the bound girl’s short, black hair and pulling her head to a cum-filled pussy. “Devour me, whore!”

“Yes!” Lee groaned with such eagerness to eat her half-sister’s snatch.

“That looks fun,” grinned Juana, pulling off her strap-on. “I want you to eat me, too, sister-slave. Help you take your little dyke mind off Clint’s nasty cock fucking your pussy.”

A shiver ran through me as she laid down on her belly before me, her legs spread wide. Her pussy, covered by brown hair, glistened. She spread her legs wide, her tight slit parting, revealing pink depths. She wiggled her hips, her ass, rising like a bubbly mound before my face, jiggled. She had the same rich, golden-brown skin as me, so gorgeous and...

I hate pussy. I am not a dyke!

“And lick my ass, too,” Juana added. “Now, slut!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I muttered, resigned. I would have to do it. They would spank me until I did it either way. And my poor ass burned so much.

And my pussy ached for more. My traitorous cunt loved it all.

I pressed my face into my little sister’s pussy, my tongue licking through her tangy folds up to her taint. I shuddered, licking higher as I delved between her butt-cheeks. I found her asshole, sour and... Not tasty! I didn’t enjoy licking and swirling my tongue about it.

It didn’t make my pussy tingle with excitement.

And then Clint grabbed my hips, his cock nudging at my pussy. I shuddered, my stomach twisting. This was so humiliating. I felt Alicia’s eyes on me, heard their mother and my history teacher cooking in the kitchen behind us, all aware that I was about to be fucked by Clint. Forced to fuck him by my dominating little sister.

This was unbearable...

“Ooh, yes, lick my ass while you enjoy Clint’s cock,” Juana groaned. “Unless you want to admit you’re really a dyke. Be honest with yourself, sister-slave.”

“No! Fuck me, Clint!” I hissed. I wouldn’t disappoint Father by lying about who I was. I was straight! “I am so wet for your cock.”

I would enjoy his cock. I would. I wanted his cock. I needed his cock. I wasn’t gay.

My tongue licked and swirled so hard around Juana’s sour asshole, her soft butt-cheeks pressing on my face. My own asshole clenched on the butt plug filling my ass, making me wiggle, rubbing my pussy against Clint’s cock.

But why this faggot? Why not another guy. Someone pretty. Just not him.

Clint rammed his cock through me. I shuddered, moaning into Juana’s asshole. I both hated the faggot being in me and loved the feel of a hard shaft sliding through my pussy. My pussy didn’t care I hated the owner of the dick, that it was so humiliating that he fucked me before his submissive family. My treacherous pussy just cared about the friction of something thick and long plunging over and over against its sensitive flesh.

I groaned into Juana’s asshole. I jammed my tongue deep into her asshole, swirling it around. It made her groan and gasp, her hips twitching. I shuddered, Clint’s heavy ball’s smacking into my clit, so full of his cum.

Oh, god, he was going to cum in me.

“That’s it, you little slave,” moaned Juana. “Mmm, you love licking your Sister-Mistress’s ass. You’re just an anal dyke-slut, too!”

“Oh, yes,” Alicia gasped, her voice so throaty as Lee devoured her pussy. “Oh, she just loves it. Look at her go. She’s getting fucked by my big brother’s cock, which she loves, while eating your ass. Such a lucky slave.”

“So lucky,” Lee whined. “I wish Master was fucking me.”

I shuddered, hating their mocking words. “Yeah, fuck my pussy, Clint. I love your cock in me!”

Clint thrust harder, his strong hands sliding up my body to my swinging breasts. They were so rough, so calloused. So different from the lesbians I had dominated over the years. He seized my tits with his strong grip, thick fingers clenching about them. “Try and sound more convincing, slut. Make me believe you love cock and aren’t a lesbian faking it!”

He thrust harder, making me groan into Juana’s asshole. I shuddered, focusing on my little sister’s sphincter, moaning and grunting. Three different sensations swirled through me. Pain flared in my ass every time Clint’s crotch smacked into me. Pleasure roared out of my pussy as his cock plunged in so fast and hard, and humiliation twisting around my stomach, sending shameful exhilaration through me.

Clint was fucking me so hard because my Mis...little sister let him.

Everyone was watching me being used.

And the pain... The reminder that I was being punished for being a bitch. A cunt. For doing to Juana what she was doing to me.

“I love your cock,” I moaned, fighting against the submissive desire, pushing down how tasty I found her ass. I moved back to her pussy, nuzzling into her tart flesh. “Fuck me so hard, Clint.”

“Better,” he growled, driving that dick into my depths.

“I think you’re just lying about who you are, slave,” groaned Juana, her hips wiggling. “You got that tongue jammed into my cunt, lapping at my folds. You love pussy!”

“Yes,” Alicia groaned. “You love pussy so much. You’re just a dyke-slut! Admit it! Admit you hate my big brother’s cock fucking you.”

My pussy clenched. I wanted Clint out of me. I wanted...

No. I didn’t want Juana to fuck me with a strap-on more than I wanted a guy fucking me with a dick. I focused on Clint’s cock, how thick and fleshy it was, how warm. It wasn’t a rubbery dildo. It wasn’t fake. It was real. It was what my body craved.

But, god, that dildo felt amazing.

I tongued my little sister’s pussy so hard as I bucked back into Clint’s thrusts. My tongue swirled through her folds, making her gasp and squirm. I licked back up to her asshole, tonguing her sour musk again. I reamed her bowels, probing my tongue as deep into her as I could, making my Mis...little sister moan and gasp.

My butt plug twisted in me every time Clint thrust into me. His crotch smacked into my burning ass, sending stinging agony to my pussy, heating my traitorous cunt up. My holes clenched down on their invaders, the butt plug teasing, Clint’s cock reaming.

“Yes, yes, yes, you are such a dyke!” howled my little sister. “Oh, you are devouring my asshole. You just love it.”

“Yes,” Clint groaned, his rough fingers finding my nipples. He twisted and pulled on them. “Just admit you’re a lesbian, and I’ll stop fucking you. I won’t cum in you. Breed you.”

I shuddered, my pussy and asshole clenching so hard on his dick and the butt plug. “I am not a lesbian! Keep fucking me! I love your cock!”

“Then beg my big brother to cum in you,” moaned Alicia. “Beg him to breed you like the heterosexual whore you are, Carmelita!”

“Yes!” Juana moaned. “Prove you’re not a lezzie slut! Let Clint breed you!”

Clint just growled, twisting my nipples so hard, driving that cock deep into my pussy. He churned me up. I focused on it, how humiliating it would be to feel his cock spurting into me, to being bred by this faggot. And then I focused on how much I liked licking my sister’s asshole. Her pussy.

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Breed me!”

I was no fucking lezzie!

“Yes, yes, yes, breed her, big brother!” Alicia howled, clearly cumming on her half-sister’s mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” groaned Clint, driving that cock deep into my pussy, his fingers tightening on my nipples.

Sharp pleasure shot from my tits to my pussy as Clint’s cock erupted. I shuddered, the greatest wave of shame and humiliation swirling through me as his jizz fired into the depths of my fertile cunt. I wasn’t on birth control. He wasn’t wearing a condom. He could really breed me.

And I begged for it. I was such a whore. Such a filthy slut.

But I wasn’t a lezzie slut.

“Yes,” he growled. “Oh, you are going to be so pregnant. You’re going to love carrying my child.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Juana gasped, her asscheeks clenching about my face, her bowels spasming about my tongue as she came. “Because you’re sooooo not a dyke! Oh, no! You just lick pussy like a fish breathes water!”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my orgasm bursting through me. All the humiliation and shame had overwhelmed me. My traitorous pussy spasmed about Clint’s cock. It writhed, milking his dick, gathering out all his jizz. To breed me. Like a filthy whore should be.

Tears fell down my cheeks as the rapture burned so hot through me. Why was this happening to me?

“You were a good fuck for a lesbian,” Clint grunted when he finished. “But, honestly, if you want me to think you’re straight, try making me believe you love my dick fucking you. We’ll try again later.”

“Why won’t anyone believe me?” I sobbed, the rapture shuddering through my body. “I am straight!”

Lee laughed so loudly.

Clint Elliston

The tiredness of the day melted away as I stared down at my sleeping daughters. Christie and Hikaru, born on the same day to different mothers, slept in their joint crib. They were four months old and so cute. Christie was ivory skinned like her mother, Melody, a tuft of sandy-blonde hair peeking out of the little hoodie she wore. Hikaru had the dusky-olive skin of her mother, Pam, her hair fine, black silk.

“They are so beautiful,” Pam whispered, standing on my right, her arm around my waist.

Melody nodded her head. She was on my left, leaning against me. My arms were around both my women. “We made them, Clint. Every time I look at that, I keep thinking that.”

“We did,” I said.

Pam’s hand stroked my back through my shirt. We were standing in the nursery. It used to be Melody’s bedroom. We had rearranged things between our two houses. Growing up, I lived in the larger house with Dad, Mom, and my two sisters while thinking that Melody and Lee were just my cousins and that their father had run out on Aunt Vicky when she was pregnant with Lee. Now I had taken over Aunt Vicky’s bedroom to be my master bedroom while Melody’s room became the nursery.

And soon we’d need more space with Lee and my mom pregnant.

“How’s it going with Carmelita?” Pam asked, her head leaning on my shoulder as we watched our daughters sleep.

Hikaru yawned, shifting slightly.

“About as expected,” I answered. “She’s totally into it, but she is really hung up on being straight. Her parents did a number on her. She’s so terrified of her father finding out she’s really gay that she refuses to admit it.”

“I heard her begging to be bred by you.” Melody gave me an impish grin. “Bet you loved that, perv.”

I grinned at her. “There was a certain amount of satisfaction in it. Juana says neither of them are on birth control. Their parents never would let them.”

“Catholics?” Pam asked.

I nodded my head. “But, since their daughters are both lesbians, it really didn’t matter.”

“So Carmelita has been ragging on Lee for a year, calling her dyke, and then secretly making girls lick her pussy?” Melody asked. “That’s just fucked up.”

“But she’s learning her place now,” Pam said.

I nodded. “She’ll make a good slave for Juana. And she’s coming around nicely. Learning how to be a dominant.”

“I bet the perv wants you to knock her up, too,” giggled Melody. Her hand slipped down, squeezing my ass through my boxer shorts. “Taking advantage of the lesbian while you’re teaching her, right?”

“She agreed,” I shrugged.

A car driving down the street flashed light through the dark nursery, drawing my attention out the window to the house next door. It was for sale. It seemed like everyone on the street was moving away. Two houses had come on the market at the same time, one next to ours and one farther down the street.

“How’s your mom’s offer going, Pam?” I asked.

“Oh, it was accepted,” Pam said. “She told me while you were having fun with Carmelita. Just has to go through escrow. In a month, we’ll have it.”

Three houses in a row. Another backyard to connect, more room for our growing family. The third house might have to become the kid’s house the rate things were going. I had to breed Alicia soon. She so wanted to have my baby, and I couldn’t keep denying my princess.

I loved spoiling her.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get to bed.” I leaned down, my arms slipping off my women, and kissed both my infant daughters on the foreheads. Christie twitched in her sleep. “Sweet dreams.”

Pam and Melody kissed the babies. Both felt like the infants were their daughters. And then the three of us slipped out.

Lee, Aunt Vicky, and Ms. Hiragawa were waiting for us naked in the hallway, on their knees, their heads upraised, expectant. I couldn’t help but admiring them. My aunt was busty and gorgeous, her black hair falling about her head. On her breast was a tattoo with three initials—my father’s, hers, and my mother’s—contained in a triangle, my father’s initial at the pinnacle. Lee was slim but developing rapidly, her breasts already up a cup size from when she first became my slave, and she was on her way to being the tallest woman in the family. Ms. Hiragawa had such a submissive, demure look on her mature face, her glasses perched on a slim nose.

“Master,” Aunt Vicky purred, licking her lips.

I dropped my boxers while Melody and Pam lifted their nightgowns, flashing their pussies, one shaved and one with a thick bush. All three of us loved our nightly ritual.

I grabbed Lee’s black hair, pulling her lips to my cock while Pam and Melody seized their mothers’ heads. Lee’s mouth was warm, her cheeks hollowing as she suckled on it, her eyes so eager and ready like the good slut she was. Mostly. I relaxed my bladder and pissed into her mouth. Beside me, Pam and Melody urinated in their mothers’. Ms. Hiragawa had taken to being a pee slut for her daughter with ease, so eager to please me, and my women, like she had once pleased my father.

It was such an erotic thrill to piss into my half-sister’s mouth. I stared into Lee’s eyes, seeing the joy and humiliation in them as my urine streamed out of my cock. It tingled, almost like cumming, but not as intense. I groaned as the pressure dwindled while savoring the obscene sound of my piss splashing against the back of Lee’s throat.

And the wicked sound of her swallowing.

She gulped it down. Aunt Vicky and Ms. Hiragawa did the same for their daughters. Melody and Pam both whimpered and shuddered, grinding their pussies on their mothers’ lips as their urine streamed out of them.

“Oh, yes,” Melody groaned. “Oh, I have such a slutty mother.”

“So slutty,” Pam whimpered, her round face twisted, her own glasses shifting as she shuddered. “Oh, Mommy, yes!”

My cock spurted the final blast of piss into Lee’s hungry mouth. She sucked on it so hard, drawing out the lingering drops, making my dick twitch in her mouth. I kept a hold of her hair, savoring her hot mouth wrapped about my dick, cleaning it.

“Oh, thank you, Mommy,” Pam moaned, pushing her mother’s face from her pussy. “Have a good night.”

Melody shuddered and then yawned. “Oh, god, I’m bushed.”

“Thank you for letting me drink your piss, Mistress,” Aunt Vicky panted, her large tits heaving. Lee popped her mouth off my dick. “We so have to make Carmelita do this, Master! She needs to be pissed on.”

I looked at Melody, saw her agreeing grin. “Yes, she does.”

Juana Campo

I pulled the knot tight on Carmelita, leaving her trussed up in the living room. I had let her out so she could pee. “There,” I said. “My little dyke slave is safe and secure.”

My older sister squirmed, her face twisting. Her eyes were still red, her cheeks puffy. She had been crying off and on all night, protesting she wasn’t a lesbian. But it was so obvious. I just wanted her to admit that she was a lesbian like me. That she loved being my submissive. She came so hard.

“Yep, she’s not going anywhere,” Alicia nodded, her hair loose. She had untied her pigtails, her teeth freshly brushed. She was naked though, her hairless pussy drawing my attention. “Zoey and Stefani will check up on you when they get home from work. I’m sure they’ll be horny.”

“Yum, more pussy for my dyke-slave to eat,” I grinned. “Lucky you.”

“I’m not a dyke,” she whined. “I like cock. You heard me. I begged for Clint to cum in me.”

“And breed you,” Alicia added, sounding so proud, like it was amazing that her big brother was breeding my lesbian slave.

I shivered. I might be pregnant. Clint had fucked me without protection. And I had a feeling he would do it one more time before the weekend was over. My parents would have an easier time with us being pregnant than being lesbians.

How fucked up was that?

“Good night, my sweet linda,” I purred, using the pet name I had called her growing up. Back before she turned into a complete bitch. But I was fixing her. “We’re going to go up to Alicia’s room and lez out all night.”

Alicia giggled. “But you can come join us. You don’t have to be tied up all night. You can have fun with two sexy girls.”

Carmelita glared up at Alicia. “You’re just a flat-chested freak that pretends she’s six.”

I kicked my sister’s welted rump, making her wince. “Apologize, slave!”

My older sister shot me a look. I matched it without flinching, putting all my authority into it. Looming over her. She looked away like a submissive bitch. “I’m sorry, Alicia. I’m just tired.”