Lydia Dunn’s heart sank. Just as she was coming back to her dorm, she noticed Danielle’s car out front. What did SHE want, thought the attractive young student. Lydia had never gotten along well with her older sister, ever since they were kids.

“Lyd!” called out Danielle, poking her head through the driver’s side window. Lydia dutifully trudged to her sister’s car. “What’s up?” she asked.

“We need to talk about Mom’s birthday present, remember? You agreed to go in with me.” Danielle, three years older and slightly larger -- especially in the chest, to Lydia’s chagrin -- seemed in a surprisingly upbeat mood, and Lydia relaxed. “Oh, right,” she said. “Come on in, we can talk in my room.”

A frown crossed Danielle’s face. “No, I can’t. I’m in a rush. Hop in, and we’ll talk in the car. In fact, I’ve already bought something, I just need your approval.” Typical! thought Lydia, what a manipulating bitch Danielle can be. Suppressing her annoyance, Lydia walked around to the passenger door and got in.

With Lydia in the car, Danielle held up an atomizer. “It’s a great new perfume. Take a whiff, and tell me what you think.” Danielle gave a squeeze on the rubber bulb, and a misty fog surrounded Lydia’s head. She inhaled the perfume, and suddenly felt nauseous and weak...

Lydia awoke in a dungeon. That was the only way she could think of it. She was naked, stretched out on a frame or rack of some kind, her weight resting on some kind of padded narrow bench, but with her wrists and ankles held firmly by cuffs, pulling her body taut. The room was of indeterminate size, one wall of cinderblock visible, but some views hidden by thick velvet curtains.

“Hello, Lydia,” said a deep resonant voice. Turning her head, Lydia saw a man standing a short distance away. He was tall and good looking, 6’4” and about 200 pounds; his shaved head made him seem both intelligent and menacing, and his eyebrows indicated that his hair would have been blond, if allowed to grow. He was dressed in a maroon velvet robe, and the color suited him; Lydia judged him to be in his mid-forties.

“What is this? What are you doing to me?” cried the young student, struggling vainly in her bonds to hide her nakedness from the strange man. “Let me go! Let me go this instant!”

“Oh, but you just got here. It wouldn’t be polite to leave so soon; I might get the idea that you don’t like me. And we haven’t even been properly introduced. My name is Dom, Dom Neely. And you are Lydia.”

Lydia screamed at the top of her lungs, a penetrating wail. “HEEEEELPP! HEEELLPP! Somebody HEEELLPP!” Dom gave an annoyed flinch at her scream, and sighed.

“I do find that rather disturbing, Lydia. As a guest in my house, I hope you understand that I must enforce my own household rules. And I’m afraid that I will have to insist that you do not speak unless I allow it. We wouldn’t want the neighbors to complain, would we?”

“HEEELLP! HEEEEEEELLP!!” screamed Lydia, hoping on hope that the neighbors would hear, and would call the police. In a flash, Dom was at her side, and as she scremed for help, he stuffed a thick rubber ball in her mouth, blocking off the scream in mid-wail. “lllpppp!!!” was the only sound from Lydia’s throat, and even that was swallowed up in the velvet curtains. Dom buckled a strap behind Lydia’s head, underneath her long brown hair, holding the gag firmly in place.

“That’s much better now, isn’t it?” said Dom, stepping back to her side. He reached out and touched her beautiful face, and she pulled away from his touch. His hand moved languidly downward, caressing her neck, to her collarbone. Lydia squirmed, upset that the had of what was clearly a rapist would be so gentle. And his hand continued lower, to Lydia’s helplessly exposed breasts.

“You’re very beautiful, Lydia,” said Dom. “Danielle didn’t do you justice. Your tits are exquisite,” he said, as his hand reached the skin of her left breast. “Not large, but perfectly shaped, a young girl’s tits, a virgin’s tits. That arouses me. Your nipples are perfect, just like Danielle’s. Someday, perhaps I will see them properly adorned. And I love that you have kept your figure so slim; I like the feel of your ribs and your belly. But most of all, Lydia, I like this,” he said, as his hand reached the top of her pubic mound. “Such soft brown hair, and I’m sure such a sweet, tight pussy. I lust for your cunt, Lydia. I want it. I want to fuck you, Lydia. Just like I fucked your sister.”

On the rack, as Lydia lay bound and naked for her rapist’s inspection, tears formed in her eyes as she was forced to accept Dom’s caresses on the most intimate parts of her body. Why? Why had Dani betrayed her to this monster? Did her sister hate her that much?

“But lucky for you,” said Dom, “I am a very moral man. I never fuck any cunt I’m not married to. Your sister Danielle gave herself to me in a marriage ceremony just last week, and since I have no scruples against polygamy, I was hoping you might join her. I love the idea of fucking two sisters at once. Or even three. Now I know that in your current situation, you’re in no position to think of marriage, but after all, we’ve just met. So here’s my thought: let’s spend some time together, and get to know one another better. If things work out, fine, and if not, well, we can just chalk it up to experience. What do you say?”

Lydia was aghast at Dom’s idea. She shook her head violently, and screamed into the gag. “NNN!! NNNWWWWW!! LLLLMMMMGG!!!” Dom smiled down at her. “I’m having a little bit of trouble understanding your words, Lydia, but I’ll take that as an acceptance of my offer. So what do you say that we start out with a date? I hope you like the movies.”

Dom moved to one side and pulled down on a long fabric bell pull. Shortly afterward, Danielle came into the room. Dom said, “Danielle, your sister and I have agreed to start seeing each other. Please prepare Lydia for her first date with me. We will be going to the movies.”

As Danielle came into Lydia’s view, the young student was shocked by what her older sister was wearing -- or rather, wasn’t wearing. Danielle’s only clothing was a leather harness, narrow straps crossing just under her bare breasts, more straps around the tops of her thighs and around her neck. Danielle’s pussy was not only bare, it had been shorn of its pubic hair, leaving her cunt totally open to Dom’s lustful gaze. Most surprising of all, Lydia saw that Danielle’s nipples bore two gold rings, passing neatly through tiny holes in her womanly flesh. The effect was shockkngly vulgar, and daringly erotic. Danielle looked like a sex slave, and that is exactly what she had become.

Danielle released Lydia’s ankles from their restraints, and Lydia sighed in relief. Moving to her wrists, Danielle loosened the bonds, but did not remove them. Instead, she pushed Lydia’s body up to a sitting position, pulling her sister’s wrists behind her back at the same time, handcuffing them in place.

With her wrists safely cuffed in back, Danielle helped Lydia down from the bench, and walked her a short distance to a curtain, which she pulled back to reveal an odd-looking chair with a footrest. Danielle sat Lydia in the chair, and passed a seat belt around her hips. Then her calves and feet were strapped to the footrests. Leaning back, Lydia realized that the chair was almost backless, except for a support at the top for her shoulders; it was almost as if it had been designed for someone with their wrists cuffed behind them.

Dom entered her vision again, and placed a more conventional chair in front of Lydia, drawing it up to sit facing her, with Danielle keeling at his feet. “My goodness, Lydia, you do look sexy tonight. I love the way you dress for me, and I’m glad your not shy about showing me your sexy body when we’re out together. It makes me even hornier to fuck you, Lydia, when you dress like that. Well anyway, on to the show. Tonight’s movie is ‘My Big Fat Slave Wedding,’ with two stars you may recognize: me, and your own sister Danielle. Now I’ve seen the move before, so instead of paying real close attention to the screen, I’d much rather pay real close attention to my date, which is you, Lydia.”

Dom’s hand had a remote control of some kind, and with a press of a button, Lydia’s chair began rising up, about two feet, until her knees were at the height of Dom’s chest. Another press of the remote, and the footrest holding Lydia’s feet and calves began to move apart. Lydia’s eyes widened in panic as she realized that Dom was forcing her legs wide open, and that he would get an unrestricted view right up her pussy. Frantically she tried to close her thighs, but it was no use; she moaned in shameas Dom grinned at her lewd display.

Another flick of the remote, and a curtain rose in front of her to reveal a movie screen. Somewhere a video projector came to life, and Lydia’s eyes widened at the scene in front of her. There was a close shot of her own sister Danielle, in what seemed to be a church, wearing a white wedding dress, bent over the altar, her legs wide, the dress pulled up in back, being fucked by Dom. Danielle had seen pornography before, occasional “dirty pictures” she had run across on the net, but nothing like this: full color and full motion, with her own sister’s cunt -- a near-perfect match for her own -- being forced wide open by the hard raping cock of the man who now held her captive, and wished to do the same to her.

As she watched, the front of her seat cushion fell away, leaving her sitting on a narrow shelf. With her legs wide open, Dom pulled his chair closer to Lydia’s gaping pussy, running his fingers up the insides of her helplessly open thighs. “I don’t know about you,” he said, “but I like to neck at the movies. It makes for a much more intimate date, don’t you think?”

Dom’s fingers reached Lydia’s exposed pussy, and she gasped as she felt his hand on her soft downy pubic hair. “This is so nice and soft,” he said, “I’m almost persuaded to let you keep it. Almost.” He dropped his fingers lower, caressing her labia, and Lydia squirmed at the touch. She had only let a few boyfriends touch her there in her whole life, and she could not understand why her rapist’s fingers should feel so good. On the screen, her eyes were filled by a close-up shot of her sister’s cunt being fucked by Dom’s cock, which was very thick. His fingers moved to her clit, and Lydia began to cry sofftly in embarrassment; her rapist was making her horny, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it!

But Dom was getting horny too, and a man of his tastes does not have to wait. “Danielle,” he said to the older sister, still at his feet, “you may begin.” Lydia’s eyes went wide as her sister opened Dom’s velvet robe, revealing his large cock underneath in full erection. Danielle wet her lips, and licked his shaft all over. When it was fully wet, she opened her mouth wide, and plunged her head down, engulfing his large member with a single thrust, all the way down, until her lips rested against his balls. Lydia was in shock. She had never realized that a woman could do such a thing to a man, but clearly Danielle loved it; the look in her eyes was one of pure lust.

On screen, the other Danielle was on her back now, naked, with her legs pulled wide to her ringed nipples, and another man was fucking her while a third had his cock in her mouth. The camera zoomed to a wide shot, showing a church filled with partially dressed people, men and women, nearly all of whom were engaging in sexual activity of some kind. Dom’s fingers were working on Lydia’s pussy, and his lips were kissing the inside of her thighs; she had never been kissed there before, and the erotic feeling was driving her wild. The real Danielle’s head worked rapidly up and down on Dom’s cock, as the screen Danielle was being raped by a room full of strangers.

Suddenly, it was all too much for Lydia’s confused mind to bear. She did not know whether it was Dom’s fingers or his lips, or the real Danielle or the Danielle on screen, but something snapped in Lydia’s brain, and a huge, crashing orgasm burst forth, the most intense she had ever experienced in her young life. Screaming into her gag and bucking against the straps that held her, Lydia came, and Dom’s fingers felt the wetness of her cunt increase as she was unable to prevent her rapist from forcing her to orgasm.

Lydia was mortified at her inability to control herself, ashamed that her rapist could play her so easily. Dom smiled at the wetness on his fingers, and lifted them to his mouth to suck them clean. He pulled Danielle off his cock, then flicked the remote, and the movie stopped. Another flick, and Lydia’s chair began tipping backward, leaving her body horizontal and allowing head to fall backward. “Well, Lydia,” he said, “you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself at the movie. I’m glad, because it is customary, after an enjoyable date, to give your boyfriend a good night kiss.” Dom moved above Lydia’s face, and opened his robe. His cock was rock hard from the eager face fucking of Danielle, and he pushed the head of his cock against Lydia’s gagged lips. “How about it, Lydia? Would you like to give your boyfriend a nice, long, good night kiss, to thank him for an enjoyable date?”

Lying with her head almost upside down, Lydia still managed to shake her head away from Dom’s cock, registering as definite a NO as she could. “Aww, you’re shy. That’s sweet. Danielle, is there anything you can do to convince your sister that it’s really all right to kiss on the first date?”

Danielle stood up and from somewhere retrieved a long, multi-tailed whip. “You really are a goody-two shoes bitch, aren’t you, Lydia?” asked the older sister. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, and you’ve just given me my chance. Just let me know when you change your mind. But I hope you don’t change it for a long, long time!”

With that, Danielle brought the whip down sharply on the iside of Lydia’s open right thigh. The younger sister howled in pain through the gag, every muscle on her body tense. The next blow came on the inside of her left thigh, as Lydia lay naked and exposed, bound with her thighs open and vulnerable to twenty years of pent-up jealousy that Danielle now let out through the biting ends of the whip.

The second blow on her right thigh was even worse, hitting some of the same areas that were already tender from the first blow. Her left thigh soon felt its own agony of a second blow, and as Lydia writhed in pain from her sister’s hand, she momentarily thought that she might as well get it over with quickly, and do what her evil rapist demanded of her. But the thought of becoming like Danielle, of lowering her mouth to Dom’s throbbing cock like she did, seemed unimaginable to her. She could not.

The next blow landed on Lydia’s exposed left tit, and she wailed through her gag. Her nipple was on fire, having gotten a direct hit from one of the wicked lashes. Her right breast was next, and as the pain seared through her brain, at last Lydia realized that she would do ANYTHING to stop her sister’s viscious beating. Lydia knew that she was defeated. She looked up at Dom’s eyes, and nodded her acquiescence.