Chapter 15

Jack fucked Emily a lot that night.

He fucked Donna a lot, too.

And in between being ravaged by Jack's busy cock, Emily and Donna put on a little show for the cameras in the basement, the tiny red camera lights blinking brightly as the two girls kissed and fondled each other, scissoring and rubbing their wet, sloppy pussies together before finishing each other off in a glorious sixty-nining session. It was a magnificently sinful evening, filled with all sorts of depraved, perverted delights ... and their marathon fucking continued well into the wee hours of the morning. Emily lost track of how many orgasms she'd had by the time all the sex ended, and she was pretty sure that Donna had twice as many as her.

"Looks ... looks like I've got my limits after all, sis," Jack said finally with a laugh, as he'd collapsed on top of Emily in a sweaty heap, his slowly softening cock still delightfully buried inside her cum-drenched cunt. "Eight times in one day ... hope that's enough to satisfy both of you sexy sluts."

"Maybe," Emily replied, tilting up her head so she could gently nibble on her brother's lip, impishly pulling on it with her teeth. "But when you're ready again, you better fuck me first. Sorry, Donna." She stuck her tongue in Jack's mouth, wrapping her arms around his back as she gave him a long, sultry kiss. "He's my brother, so I get first dibs on his dick."

"That's so not fair," Donna said, scooting up next to Emily and Donna on the bed. She playfully stuck out her lower lip in a mock pout. "But I get your cock after that, right? And I get to clean you with my mouth, after you're done with Emily..."

"Both of you girls," Jack said with a lazy smile, "will get lots and lots of me. Trust me. Promise" He pushed himself up, leaning his head forward to nibble on his sister's perky tits as he finally pulled his cock out of her pussy. "And maybe even more. But I think now it's time to sleep. Got a big day ahead of us, my darling little cum whores."

Jack lay back on the bed, sprawling out as Donna snuggled up to him on one side, and Emily on the other. Happily, Emily rested her head on Jack's shoulder, her hand resting on his bare stomach as her breasts pressed up against his side and her cum-filled pussy grazed his hip. It's been such a fantastic day, Emily thought as she closed her eyes. She suddenly felt so very, very tired. Everything's been fantastic ... ever since I started listening to Jack...

And with a contented sigh, Emily fell asleep.

While she slept, Emily dreamed. And the dreams were horrible, twisted nightmares, where she'd been turned into some sort of dumb, slutty sex puppet for ... well, she wasn't quite sure for whom. But it was someone important, and it was someone who'd transformed himself into a monster. And the monster seemed to not only take great delight in fucking her, but in making her dress and act like a cock-craving bimbo, a horny little nympho with enormous boobs who only cared about sucking and fucking. And even though she loved being fucked by the monster, for some reason, something inside her wanted to scream and cry whenever he shoved his big, yummy dick into her wet, willing cunt...

Emily slept a long time. The dreams seemed like they'd never end...

... but when she finally awoke, they disappeared completely from her head, as if they'd never happened at all.

Sleepily, Emily brushed long blonde strands of hair from her face as she got up. She still lay naked on the big circular bed in the basement, her arms and legs half-tangled in the silken, sex-stained sheets ... and with her best friend Donna. Gently, she kissed Donna on the lips, even though her friend was still sleeping. She raised her head a bit to see where Jack might have gotten to, and saw that he was back sitting in a swivel chair in front of one of the many computer terminals surrounding the bed. Jack was already dressed in a smart, gray dress shirt and black jeans – it looked to Emily like her brother was preparing for some sort of business meeting, rather than ... well, rather than what she really wanted.

"Morning, Jack," Emily murmured, lazily raising her arms above her head, exposing her big, bare chest and her rock-hard nipples to her brother. "Want me to suck your cock?"

"That's nice, Em," Jack said distractedly. "Um, no. Not right now, anyway." He swiveled around in his chair, turning to face his sleepy, sexy sister. He held up a small, thin chrome box in front of his face, about the size of a pack of chewing gum. "Got a present for you. Well, sort of."

"What's that?" Emily asked, more than a hint of wonder in her voice. She let out a soft, breathy giggle. "Is it a vibrator? Do you want to stick it in my–"

"No, you dumb bimbo," Jack replied irritably. "It's a test. Hold out your thumb." Wheeling his chair across the tile floor to the bed, Jack pressed a small button on the side of the box, and then reached out and grabbed his sister's wrist. Emily let out a short, sharp hiss of surprise as a thin needle popped out of the top of the strange device. Gingerly, Emily made a fist with her small hand, sticking out her thumb high in the air ... and made an indignant yelping sound as Jack pricked the fleshy part of her thumb with the needle.

"Oww," Emily whined, as she jerked her hand away from the device. "That hurt ... what'd you do that for?" A tiny drop of blood welled on the tip on her thumb, and she sucked indignantly on it, squirming in discomfort. "Mmmfff ... you're so mean sometimes, Jack!"

"Oh, shut up, Emily," Jack said absently. The wheels of his chair squeaked loudly as he rolled back to his computers. "It's all part of my work. Beside, a tiny little prick on the thumb isn't all that bad ... especially since it means my cock in your pussy, right?" Jack chuckled, and his fingers began to dance across the keys of his computer.

Behind Emily, Donna stirred restlessly and began to rise, nuzzling her face against Emily's back as her hands stroked her best friend's flat, sexy tummy. "Mmmfff ... what's going on, lover girl?" Donna asked sleepily, as Jack moved back towards his computer and inserted the chrome box into an oversized computer port. One of the widescreen monitors on his desk immediately flickered to life, with red wavy lines and a bunch of numbers popping onto it. None of it made any sense at all to Emily, but the way Jack's fingers were restlessly tapping on the arms of his chair, she could tell that the numbers certainly were exciting to her brother.

"Here, Emily," said Jack. He tossed a second chrome box onto the bed next to his sister. "Press the button, and get a sample from Donna. You saw me do it, so you know what to do."

Emily nodded obediently, even though she didn't think she really knew what to do at all. To her own amazement, though, she picked up the box, tapped the button on the side, and grabbed Donna's wrist without a moment's hesitation. She jabbed the small extending needle tip quickly into Donna's thumb, making her best friend and lover cry out in pain for a moment, and then put the device down on the floor next to the bed.

"Emily, what'd you do that for?" Donna wailed, as tears welled in her big eyes. She sat up in the bed behind Emily, wrapping her arms around her best friend for comfort. "That really, really hurt ... you didn't have to do that!"

"Yes, I did," Emily replied calmly. She put Donna's wounded thumb to her lips, and began sucking on it softly, imagining it was her brother's cock. "Jack ... mmffff ... Jack wanted me to do it. Isn't that right, lover?"

"Sure," Jack said indifferently. Getting out of his seat, he walked over to the bed and picked up the second device, almost oblivious to the soft sucking and caressing beginning between the two naked girls on his bed. All of his attention was completely focused on the two tiny chrome devices. As Donna slipped her small hand down between Emily's splayed legs – and as Emily moaned softly in wanton delight – Jack slipped the second device into another oversized port at his sprawling workstation. Another monitor flashed and flickered, and more numbers and wavy lines leapt to life on the screen.

"I knew it," Jack breathed, an elated smile crossing his face as he looked back and forth between the two screens. "The timing was perfect, Em. Absolutely perfect. And..." Emily watched her brother in bewilderment, as he dragged his finger across the computer screen, raising an eyebrow in surprise as the smile on his face grew even bigger. "Beyond perfect ... holy shit. Donna too ... what were the odds of that?"

"What, Jack?" Emily asked timidly. "What's perfect? I don't understand." She leaned forward slightly on the bed, trying to better see the monitor. The numbers on the screen were rising, but seemed to be slowing down ... not that it mattered, because they still didn't make a lick of sense to Emily. Beside the numbers on the screen were two big green glowing boxes, both of them blinking brightly ... and both of them labeled with the exact same word.

POSITIVE.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Emily," Jack said affably. "You don't have to understand. Just know that you're helping to make my recent experiments a very big success. Besides, I think pretty soon some of my findings will be very, um, obvious to you." Chuckling, he rolled his swivel chair back next to the bed, leaning over to give Emily a soft, tender kiss on her forehead. Emily's eyes widened in joy, almost unable to believe what Jack had just done. He's never been so ... gentle with me before, she thought, her heart almost skipping a beat in excitement. He loves me ... I knew it, I knew it...

"So, I did okay, right?" Emily asked, her voice trembling with eager delight. "Me and Donna ... we did everything right?" She let out a squeal as one of Donna's fingers pushed into the slick, slippery folds of her sex, and as Donna began softly kissing and nibbling on her shoulder.

"Yes, yes," Jack said absently. He turned back to another one of his monitors, giving her a dismissive wave of his hand. "Emily, why don't you go upstairs and take a shower or something? You smell awful, like sweat and sperm ... maybe you can change into a sexy new outfit for me. And bring something down for Donna, too. I think there might, uh, be some new presents waiting for you – and for her – in your bedroom."

Emily clapped her hands together gleefully. "Thanks, Jack!" she beamed, as she practically jumped out of the bed. "You're the best ... just the absolute best brother a sister could have!"

"Oh," Donna said, sounding a bit uncertain ... and crestfallen as well. Emily didn't notice her friend's disappointment at all, though. All she noticed was her friend's fingers slipping out of her wet, horny cunt. "So, Jack, umm ... what should I do? I'm still not sure I –"

"Don't worry," Jack replied, as Emily got up off the bed. "Just sit on the bed and look pretty, my sexy slut. Trust me. Promise. I just need to do... this." The wavy lines and numbers from one of the monitors abruptly vanished, suddenly flashing quick flashes of emerald and violet and pink lights instead. Donna sat up in the middle of the bed, sitting cross-legged as she stared vacantly at the blinking monitor, her eyes wide and glassy, her mouth slack and slightly open as she watched the lights with rapt attention.

Emily noticed none of what was happening to her best friend. Instead, Emily skipped naked up the stairs, excited about what presents her mother might've gotten her from the sex shop the previous evening. Oh, I hope Mom got to suck a lot of dicks, too, Emily thought wistfully. If she got enough practice, maybe Jack will finally fuck her!

Heading onwards to the upstairs hallway, Emily slipped into the main bathroom. She twisted the knobs of the shower faucet, and soon white clouds of steam filled the tiny bathroom. With a blissful sigh, Emily stepped into the shower, loving the soothing sensation of the hot water drenching her skin, washing away all the sweat and the spit and the dried cum from the night before. Emily quickly realized just how sore and tired she was ... it seemed like all of her muscles groaned and ached. However, in some ways, she was surprised that she wasn't even sorer than she actually was – after all, she'd never been so deliciously fucked so much before, over and over again in just a short time. She was kind of amazed that she could even walk straight, to be honest, considering the scrumptious battering her horny little pussy had taken all night long.

Jack said the conditioning would have physical changes, Emily mused. As she tenderly soaped her pretty tits, she knew that was certainly true. Yet again, it seemed to Emily that her breasts had grown even bigger while she was sleeping, although not by as much as before ... but she knew that she had a firm, spectacular rack, and it was incredibly sensitive, too. Thrills of pleasure shot through her body whenever Jack or Todd or Donna sucked on her breasts, or fondled them. She let out a soft groan of pleasure as her fingers circled around her hardened nipples, tenderly soaping their enormous, luscious curves, pinching them occasionally with wicked delight.

And it seemed to the horny blonde teenager that she was always aroused and wet between the legs as well, either desperately craving a cock in her slick cunt or happily being fucked by one. Emily supposed that was part of her conditioning – and Donna's as well, and her mother's – as well as the fact that her pussy wasn't at all sore or chafed, like she expected. And for that, she was incredibly glad. She loved that Jack could fuck her so much... I can't believe how boring things used to be, Emily thought, shaking her head as she scrubbed her face. God, everything used be so lame ... I'm so lucky that Jack wanted me to be his special fucktoy whore...

Feeling clean, Emily finally shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Drying herself vigorously with a big, soft pink towel, Emily took her time cleaning up. She carefully dried and brushed out her long, curly locks of blonde hair, and decided to put on a bit of makeup as well – just a hint of black eyeliner, bubble-gum pink lip gloss, and matching bubble-gum pink nail polish on her fingers and toes. She knew, somehow, that's what Jack wanted, even if he'd never actually told her that.

Finally, Emily put on a tiny little spritz of floral-scented perfume – I want to smell nice for Jack, not like a total cum dumpster, at least not until he's done fucking me – she thought merrily – and then stepped naked into the hallway. Across the hall from the main bathroom was her younger brother Todd's bedroom. The stereo that had been blaring from behind Todd's door had fallen silent ... and the door, which had been firmly shut the night before, was open by just a tiny crack.

Curiously, Emily crept close to Todd's door, putting her eye to the crack. What's Todd been doing in here, anyway? she wondered. He's been acting so weird lately! Peeking inside, she saw something familiar on Todd's bed, and then suddenly she winced in pain as bright, colorful lights

purplepurplepurplepinkpinkpurpleREDREDREDRED

danced in front of her eyes, and throbbed inside her head.

The sleepy, dreamy smile on Emily's face abruptly vanished. A stern, icy expression replaced it, and she stormed to her bedroom, her small hands balling tightly into fists. Gone was the blissfully silly, slutty girl who wanted nothing more than to please her brother and lover Jack, and to be his dumb, happy fuck slave. Instead, Emily was suddenly cold and determined ... there were things that needed to be done, after all. Many, many things.

"And corrected," Emily muttered quietly, as she entered her room. A thin, wicked smile crept to her pink lips. "Corrected ... and disciplined."

Several big boxes and bags sat atop Emily's bed. The words PLEASURE TREASURE – WHERE YOUR EROTIC DREAMS COME TRUE!!! were written in All were filled with new sets of lingerie, shoes, and assorted fetish outfits, not to mention a delightful assortment of sex toys ... some of which looked incredibly perverse. Emily's eyes widened a bit as she skimmed over some of the contents in the bag ... she wasn't even quite sure what some of the toys were, though she could kind of guess how they were used, or at least where Jack might be putting them.

Mom had quite the shopping spree, Emily mused, as she started rummaging through the bags. For some reason, she knew exactly what she was looking for, even though she'd never seen any of the bags' contents before. But quickly, she found what she wanted ... and laid them out carefully on the floor next to the bed, admiring them all for a moment before starting to put some of them on.

One of the items on the floor was a pink latex corset. Emily quickly put it on, her fingers flying expertly across the clasps running up its back to close it up. She gazed at herself approvingly in her dresser mirror as she finished putting in on, loving how slender the garment made her waist and tummy look ... and how her big, beautiful tits looked like they were threatening to explode out of the tight top. She slipped on a pair of matching pink vinyl stretch opera gloves after that, which ran from the tips of her fingers to just above her elbows ... and then, matching pink vinyl stiletto thigh-high boots. The long boots had clear platform soles and clear, pointed six inch spike heels. They were the sort of boots that just a few days before, had Emily tried to wear them, she would've immediately lost her balance after taking just a few steps and toppled over ... but for some reason, wearing sexy boots and shoes like the ones on her pretty feet had become second nature to her. She wore no panties – her pussy remained bare and lewdly exposed, already wet with desire, and her supple asscheeks remained exposed as well.

Tossing her head about so her long, blonde curls of hair spilled down her shoulders, Emily bent over, picking the remaining items casually off the floor before sauntering out of her bedroom. Her high heels clacked across the floorboards of the upstairs hallway as she wandered down back towards her brother Todd's bedroom, humming tunelessly to herself as she went right up to the door and shoved it wide open.

"Well, well, well," Emily sneered, as she leaned against the doorframe leading into Todd's bedroom. She looked down casually at her nails, seeing if they'd dried properly. "I'd wondered where you'd gotten to, you disgusting, pathetic whore."

Charlotte – former cheerleading captain Charlotte, once the beautiful prom queen and darling of Patriot High – lay spread eagled on Todd's bed, wearing nothing but fishnet thigh-high stockings and a black, open vinyl strap teddy. The thin, sheer vinyl straps of the teddy framed Charlotte's beautiful, perky breasts, as well as the rest of her pale, delicate flesh ... and the damp, dark curls of her muff. Charlotte's wrists and ankles were crudely lashed to the bedposts of Todd's bed, with what looked like silk neckties.

The ties are probably Daddy's, Emily thought with mild curiosity, as she gazed with lewd amusement at Charlotte's exposed fuckholes. The pink, swollen pussylips of the former cheerleading captain were absolutely drenched and dripping with sticky, milky semen. Dried sweat covered most of Charlotte's exposed skin and the straps of her teddy, and dried cum was plainly visible on her creamy, pale inner thighs, as well as the pretty cheeks and chin of her face.

"Oh ... hi, Emily," Charlotte said, as she craned her head upwards from the bed to look in Emily's direction. "Did ... did Jack send you to get me?" Emily thought she heard a note of desperate hope in the girl's voice, and nothing more. If Charlotte was embarrassed at being found by Emily in such a compromising, lewd position, she certainly didn't sound like it. "Jack ... he fucked me, it was so, so good ... but then he gave me to Todd ... as, um, a present. And he said I needed the practice, too."