Chapter 11: Amber's Fury

Amber walked back to the laundry room to find her uncle still lying on the make shift bed in the corner. He was naked except for a cock cage that she had padlocked to him during his sleep. This wasn’t just any cock cage. It was specially lined with tiny spikes that would eat into the sensitive skin outlining the shaft of the encased penis if it were to become erect. It wouldn’t cause any permanent damage, but could be extremely uncomfortable for the unfortunate soul who became excited while in it’s confines.

Amber leaned against the doorframe and watched her uncle sleeping. His legs were stretched out and his arms were folded around his chest. She noted that his light brown hair was disheveled in a kind of sexy way. For an older guy, she thought her uncle was kind of hot, even if he wasn’t really her type.

She almost laughed out loud as she thought of the pain her uncle was about to find himself in. He would be fine as long as he remained calm, but she was going to do her best to excite him and Amber had not yet met a man that she couldn’t play. For years she had been manipulating the male species.

Amber used to be embarrassed at the ways guys would check her out when she wore short shorts, but not any more. She liked being hot. She learned to enjoy having people, boys, men, or even women, get real interested in her ass, which she considers her best feature. It allowed her to take advantage and she intended to use what nature gave her to the fullest. There wasn’t a man who had seen her that didn’t want her, including the teachers and priests in the schools and churches of her childhood. And she even found that she brings secret desires to the surface in many women as well.

“Uncle Brett, time to get up. You’re going to be late for work if you don’t get up sleepy head,” she said softly as she stood by the end of the bed looking down on him.

“W-what...” Brett tried to make sense of his surroundings as his eyes began to open. Slowly the events of last night came back to him as his eyes began to focus. The absolute humiliation he felt at watching his wife, who he worshipped, beg another man to fuck her came sweeping back to him as his stomach immediately became tied in knots.

“You better get going my sweet slut boy. You don’t want to be late for work. If you have a good day today, Stephanie and I have a nice little surprise in store for you when you get home tonight.” Amber noticed him looking at his imprisoned penis in wonder. “Oh, that is just to ensure that you are a good boy today. You can take a piss out of the end, but it will keep you from playing with that nasty little thing. I know your dirty little mind and if left to your own devices you would be tempted to whack that thing off thinking about your ‘innocent’ little teenage nieces. You would like to do that now, wouldn’t you?”

Dumbfounded, Brett arched his back to lift himself off the make shift bed. As he lifted himself up his eyes began to focus on his blonde teenage tormentor. Brett couldn’t help but notice that the bottoms of her firm breasts were visible under the tight pink halter-top that fit her like a second skin. Her swollen pointy nipples were clearly visible through the stretched material on either side of the playboy bunny that was nestled between her small but proud knockers.

Brett couldn’t help but notice her exposed belly as well. It was tight with soft defined abs. And her legs were sculpted with beautiful thigh and calf muscles, and her ass was hard and round. This little girl really enjoyed showing off her body. She was an absolute wet dream.

Amber turned around and made a production of looking for something on one of the top shelves. As she stretched, her halter rode up her breasts until Brett got a good view of the lower part of her aureoles. That’s why Amber wore this outfit. She felt her nipples stiffen as the cool air hit her exposed breasts. Brett couldn’t help but openly stare at them as he felt his cock begin to grow.

Feeling the heat of her uncle’s stare, Amber moved her attention to a lower shelf. This arched her backside up and she kept moving it around a little. Nothing obvious, but nothing subtle either. A mischievous grin crossed her face as she envisioned what was about to happen to her unsuspecting uncle.

As Brett’s attention was drawn to his niece’s ass he noticed the black lettering pasted across her small gray cotton shorts spelling the word BITCH across her two perfect globes. The shorts rode low on her hips and the straps of her light blue thong were clearly visible crossing each hip. Brett thought that she was damn sexy, but that he had better quit staring before he got himself in trouble.

But before he could divert his gaze, his cock grew to full mast causing the spikes in the cock cage to dig painfully into the sides of his engorged member.

“AAAWWWW ... OOOWWW! What the fuck? Shit! What’s happening?” He exclaimed as a terrible pain shot up and down his prick.

“That uncle dear, is your punishment for thinking awful dirty thoughts about your ‘sweet’ little teenage niece.” Amber teased as an evil smile spread across her beautiful face.

Brett doubled over in pain before delicately responding, “But how am I supposed to not get turned on when you’re parading around in front of me like this?”

Amber put on a wide-eyed innocent face, “You mean I turn you on, Uncle Brett?”

The shooting pain caused Brett to be at a loss for words. He kept his eyes shut as his cock quickly wilted and the pain subsided.

Amber laughed inwardly at her uncle’s predicament, but she wasn’t done playing yet. “I’m sorry, now get upstairs and off to work with you.”

Brett gingerly got to his feet before turning to head upstairs. Amber stopped him by pulling on his shoulder and told him that she had one question that he had to answer for her first. Not wanting to anger his temptress, he stopped and turned around.

Amber looked at him with her piercing blue eyes. She opened her lips with a loose pout and slowly tugged the halter up over her firm breasts. She felt the cool air wash over her hard nipples. “Do you like my little titties?” She cooed, teasing her right nipple with the fingers of her left hand.

Immediately, Brett felt his cock come to life again.

“Noooooo ... oooohhhhh ... no ... please ... no more!” He screamed as his cock once again felt as though it were on fire.

“You’re trying my patience, and it is already short! I’ve told you to stop thinking dirty thoughts about me, but your doing it again. Now go get dressed and off to work. Be home by 6:00, not one second later because Stephanie and I have something VERY special lined up for you tonight.”

Brett looked up to see an almost demonic sneer on his niece’s face as she exited the laundry room and his penis mercifully became flaccid again.

As the mid afternoon sun struggles to break through the enclosed window shades of the Andrews’ master bedroom, Debbie begins to slowly awaken. Her mind sifts through all the awful and degrading things she has been forced to do this past week. Her head is throbbing and her body thoroughly exhausted from the events of last evening. She still finds it hard to believe all the humiliating acts that her nieces have subjected her to this week. Stripping for money, dressing like a total slut, giving the paperboy a blow-job, parading around the mall trading her sexual favors for merchandise, and last night worse of all, betraying her husband in the most intimate of manners.

This act of betrayal was the hardest for Debbie to accept. Her nieces had forced her to do all those other appalling things. But last night was different. She might have been led into a compromising position, but she acted of her own accord. It was she who allowed her passion and lust to overtake her. It was she who yelled out for more, as the magnificent black man fucked her in front of her watchful husband. How had she allowed this to happen?

Just one week ago she was a happily married woman, attentive mother, PTA member, and active in her church. As Debbie continues to ponder her situation she stretches across her bed and looks at the clock. It shows 2:00p.m.

Panic sets in as she realizes what time it is. Despite her massive headache, she springs to the floor to check on her children. She is still naked, as neither of the girls had chosen her clothes for the day. Terrible pangs of guilt overtake her as she realizes that she failed to take care of her children. “I’m an awful mother. I can’t believe that I slept so late. I don’t even know how I got home last night. Brett’s side of the bed doesn’t look like he slept there. I wonder if he came home?”

Panic sets in as she looks up to see a photograph stuck on her bedroom wall of some bimbo with ‘porn star blonde’ hair sucking a giant black cock with rampant enthusiasm. Debbie shakes her head in confusion as she looks at her reflection in the bedroom vanity mirror. She then realizes that the bimbo in the picture is herself. “What if the kids see this? I can’t believe the girls would be this mean as to humiliate me in front of my family.” Debbie thought to herself as she pulled the obscene photo from the wall, tearing it to tiny pieces.

Debbie looks up to see another picture, documenting her obscene performance last night, hanging in the hallway. She panics and snatches the photograph, then there is another and another. The girls have laid a trail of pictures throughout the Andrews’ household, which leads Debbie to the living room where the girls are waiting for her.

An audible gasp escaped from her mouth as Debbie heard both of her teenage tormentors commenting on a performance on the TV. A deep sinking feeling set in as she watched herself on the screen in the throes of orgasm as the powerful, black Malcolm pumped a load of cum deep into her white womb. Tears began to well up as Amber turned around.

“About time you got up, sleepy head.” Amber offers as Debbie clutches the vile photographs to her heaving chest. “We were just discussing your busy itinerary for today.”

Momentarily forgetting her training, Debbie in her panicked state let some of her old spirit escape. “Where are my children? Look, I don’t have time for your games today. This has gone way too far. Did the kids see any of this smut? Where is my husband? It didn’t look like he came home last night.” Debbie anxiously inquired.

“You needn’t concern yourself with the kids or your husband for that matter. Since you neglected to take care of your children, the new nanny got them ready and off to school this morning. We told them that you were very sick and that until you felt better, the nanny would be taking care of them. So don’t worry, she will pick them up later today since you will be indisposed.” Stephanie said with a knowing smirk. “As for Brett, he came home last night, but decided to sleep in another room. He said that he couldn’t stand to be around such a filthy cock-sucking whore.”

A visibly perplexed Debbie questioned the girls further. “What nanny? We don’t have a nanny. Quit kidding around with me. This isn’t funny.”

Stephanie slowly raises off the sofa, towering over her petite aunt as if to remind her of her superiority. “We decided that you have more important things to do than looking after your family and home. We hired a nanny to take care of everything. You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about those types of things any longer. You should really thank us. Now you can put all your efforts into being the best brainless slut and teenage whore that you can be.”

“This way you’ll have more time for your training sessions and to raise money to win our little game.” Amber said with a playful wink and a smile. “And don’t worry about Brett, we’ll take good care of him.”

“That reminds me, we do owe you for last night’s activities, now don’t we? If I remember correctly, you were to be paid $300 dollars for the photo shoot. Weren’t you?” Stephanie sincerely inquired.

Debbie knew that $300 was little compensation for what she had to endure. But it would go a long way in helping her earn her freedom. With the $220 that she was allowed to keep from her initial stripping adventure, she would be halfway home. A small smile started to form as she thought about getting control of her life back.

“Oh, but we do need to deduct your expenses that you owe, per your contract. Let’s see you need to pay for your agent, manager, wardrobe, talent, and we can’t forget your makeover. Here is your ‘fee’ for the photo session.” Stephanie says with a beaming smile while she ponders the thousands of dollars that she will make off of Debbie’s photos that are already on their way to multiple magazines and web sites.

Debbie’s mouth sagged open in disbelief at Stephanie’s words. She could not believe her ears. She shrank back, lips quivering. “No” she whispered. “This can’t be t-true.” Debbie sobbed as she clutches at the $15 that is offered. “It’s so unfair. How am I ever going to earn enough money at this rate.”

Stephanie and Amber console their despondent aunt by cruelly telling her that she will get lots of other opportunities to make money. They already have another booking for her (this time video). And since it’s Friday, she has another engagement at the strip club, followed by a private party.

“And another thing.” Stephanie taunt’s her aunt while she walks around her assessing her naked body. “We need to do something about this body of yours. While your tits are high and firm, they would look even larger if you slimmed down your torso. And while we’re at it, we also need to slim down those hips of yours. And while I personally like your little ass and legs, you have to admit that they could use some toning. After all it’s not like you’re a teenager anymore.”

“From now on you are to follow a very strict diet and exercise program. You will work out each and every morning. If you fail to complete your workout routine to our satisfaction you will be severely punished. I want you to develop a strong washboard stomach so that you can wear all the mid-drift baring outfits that the kids are so found of these days. So you will do 250 sit ups each day.”

“You will also have daily running and weight workouts as well.” Amber interjected. “Don’t worry we’ve written down everything that is expected of you in this little book. After all, it would be unfair of us to expect your little brain to be able to remember.”

“Now get your nasty ass up on this scale.” Stephanie ordered while she took down Debbie’s measurements. “These exercises better work, or you will be subject to a cosmetic surgeons knife.” Stephanie was intentionally playing on her aunt’s insecurities knowing that she doesn’t like doctors and is deathly afraid of any kind of surgery. “Doesn’t really matter to me how you get there, either way you are going to develop the hot little body that we want you to have.”

“You will be able to make every cock in the room immediately stand at attention by the time we get through with you.” Amber added through her thin smile. “You will be the ultimate cock tease.”

Debbie felt dizzy with the new turn of events. Hadn’t the girls taken over enough of her life already? Now they wanted to control her body structure as well. If they wanted her to exercise, she was resolved to exercise like mad. Not to please her mistresses, but to avoid the surgeon’s knife at all cost.

Numb with the new turn of events, Debbie lowers her head in defeat. She had never felt so lost and alone in all her life. “Why was this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this?”

Stephanie and Amber watch intently as Debbie gradually lowers her eyes in submission, keeping them down cast, not daring to look her nieces in the eye. Her beautiful hazel eyes shown as she began to spill tears. But even still, Stephanie was able to note a small flash of defiance through Debbie’s tears.

Catlike in her speed, Stephanie reached out and unleashed a series of tooth rattling slaps across her stunned aunt’s face.

SMACK! SMACK!

Debbie’s head recoiled as she felt the impact of the blows. She gasped in shock, as Stephanie gripped her chin in her strong hand, forcing Debbie to look her in the eye. Debbie shuddered and tried to pull away, but Stephanie held her in place. Her burning cheeks told her that it was futile to struggle.

“Looks like our pet has forgotten her training. After all we’ve done for her, you would think she would be more considerate. Amber, secure the little slut.”

Amber placed a steel collar around her aunt’s neck and locked it shut with a loud click. The collar was very tight around Debbie’s neck. There was now visible terror in her eyes. Amber grabbed Debbie’s tiny wrist and fastened it into a manacle on the side of the collar. Again there was a loud click. She then repeated the same procedure with the other wrist. Debbie stood still in stark terror. Her wrists were now locked to a steel collar, which was locked around her neck.

Stephanie approached her quivering aunt and slowly ran her fingers up her legs in a series of light strokes, sending shooting sensations straight through the bewildered housewife’s body. As Stephanie’s fingers approached Debbie’s upper thighs and the bottom of her ass, Debbie’s breathing became irregular and she couldn’t help but let out a soft yelp followed by a deep groan. Debbie couldn’t help thinking to herself. “I can’t believe that in spite of my humiliated condition, my body is responding to her touch with an intensity that really scares me.”

Her fingers continue to travel up her aunt’s body skipping her crotch but circling her stomach and sides. By the time Stephanie’s wicked fingers drew a light trail around her breasts, she had gained complete control of Debbie’s body’s sexual responses. Sensing her victory, Stephanie tickled her hardening nipples into long, hard nubs that ached for more demanding attention.

But her fingers didn’t linger for very long as they rose even higher, over her shoulders and up the sensitive sides of her collared neck. Her fingers then slid down her back until they reached her ass, causing an involuntary tensing of Debbie’s lush bottom. Stephanie lingered on her ass, drawing the lightest little circles over both clenched cheeks. As she reached the back of her thighs and knees, Debbie thought she would faint from the erotic sensations coursing through her body.

Stephanie repeated her teasing probe again. By the time she started for the third lap, she sensed her aunt was a quivering mess. She really loved playing with her prey. There was nothing quite like the feeling of having absolute power over another human being.

Debbie couldn’t believe that her body was betraying her so completely. “My pussy is aching for some contact. I can feel my clit throbbing along with my pounding heart. What is happening to me? Is there something wrong with me? I’m not really a slut? I know I’m not. But why am I acting this way?”

On the third time through Stephanie paid attention to Debbie’s cunt. She lightly traced her fingers around the outside of her labia sending shivers of pleasure through Debbie’s oversensitive skin. Her pussy was leaking her womanly cream, despite her best efforts to control herself.

“Look how wet you are. You are such a horny little slut. You must love being under our control. Now, open your mouth and suck my fingers, slut.” Stephanie ordered as she lifted her sex-coated fingers up to her mouth. Debbie thought about keeping her mouth shut, but she didn’t want to add to the punishment that she was sure was coming. So she opened her mouth wide as Stephanie ran her wet fingers all around her mouth. As Stephanie watched her aunt bathe her fingers of her own sexual excitement, she saw her aunt’s eyes welling up with tears again.

“Don’t you worry Auntie Slut, by the end of today you will do lots more things that you would never have believed possible. From now on, you will no longer control your desires and excitement. Amber and I will control them for you. All you have to do is follow direction. Just stop thinking and you will be fine. Now Amber, take our nasty little slut to the training room. She obviously needs reminding of her place.” Stephanie decreed with a devilish tone.