Controlled Descent: Book Three

Tori Hamlin

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Candy Apples

Katie's pussy shut off the noise soon after she woke up in Joey's bed. Why it wasn't satisfied after two straight evenings of fucking, Katie couldn't understand. Was she really such a slut that her pussy needed that much attention to stay happy? It hadn't been this needy before.

That was, however, before Joey began to molest her. It was before he'd begun using her and dominating her life. It was before she'd seduced her own sister. Now that all those things had happened, perhaps something in her had changed. Maybe it had always been there and she hadn't known it. It was not as though she'd had lots of sexual encounters before. Now she was surrounded by perverts everywhere she went. And she was one of them.

The reason for the dissipation in noise in Katie's head, soon after waking, was Joey and Megan. They were also in the bed. The noise gave way to her girl feelings because of Megan's sexy, passionate whimpers.

Joey was fucking her again. This time, however, it was different. Megan's legs were locked tightly around him, and Joey was on top of her. They were lip-locked, with Megan's arms around his neck and her body pressed tightly against his. Joey wasn't going at her hard and fast. He was stuffing her full of his cock, slowly, in a gentle rhythm, letting her feel every inch of his deep and relentless penetration.

Megan was absolutely loving it. Each time Joey's hips pushed forward, driving his length into her, Megan's body convulsed and shuddered. Her legs flexed, quaking as her muscles contracted in pleasure. She made a guttural, carnal sound that rose in pitch the deeper Joey went.

It was sexy. It was so fucking sexy. Katie should have felt disgusted. She'd allowed this to happen. She'd failed, and now Joey was obliterating Megan's mind and securing his hold over her with this incessant pleasure.

Katie lay on her side, watching them, with a wet and excited cunt. Because it was sexy. Katie could smell her sister's sweat and the scent of hot sex. The way Megan's body moved, her hips rocking to welcome Joey's cock inside her, the sounds she made, and the sensual movement of her hands in his hair as he pleasured her, were all sexy.

Minutes passed as Katie lay there, watching, and they didn't notice her. Katie had never been so into a person that way. It was like that with Megan now, when Joey wasn't around. She lost herself in pleasing Megan. But it wasn't like this.

They broke their kiss and Megan's breath rushed out, hot and excited, louder now that her mouth was free.

"I love it," she hissed. "Joey, I love your cock."

That was when Katie moaned. Megan looked over, her eyes half-lidded and content. The same hot passion was there, but it wasn't last night's unhinged excitement. It was soft and sweet. Megan's hand left Joey's hair and she latched onto Katie's hand.

"Katie, I love you," she said as Joey pushed his cock into her. "You have to try it like this. You have to feel it."

Katie did want to feel it. However, Katie did not want to lay under Joey and kiss him. Joey was still a disgusting rapist. He was just a disgusting rapist who had some kind of hold over her traitorous pussy.

"Remember what Katie needs, princess," Joey said. "Let me show you."

Joey slid his cock out of Megan, who gasped loudly.

"Oh, God," she said. "I feel so empty."

Joey sat back on his knees, took a breath, and wiped his brow. Then he turned his attention to Katie. It was swift and sudden when he moved. Katie and Megan both gasped in surprise.

Joey flipped Katie onto her chest and straddled her, using his legs to push hers apart. His thick meat slid into her easily, while he put his weight on her and his hand around her neck. He pushed her head back, simultaneously pushing more of his length into her. Katie sucked in breath and raised her hips to meet him, involuntarily offering him a better angle to take her deeper.

"Oh, fuck," Megan whispered.

Joey held her by the throat, giving her his whole cock before he drew it back and fed it to her again. Katie let out a drawn-out exhale that was part gasp and part moan.

"This is what Katie needs," Joey said, and Katie wasn't sure if he was speaking to her or Megan.

It didn't really matter. She did need this. Her pussy needed this. While Joey had clearly been making love to Megan, he was fucking her. He may have been doing it slowly, making her feel every inch of his dick as he forced her to cum for him, but it was still fucking. There was none of the care and sweetness Megan had gotten.

The pleasure, though, was just the same. While Megan watched, panting and excited, their stepfather held Katie tightly and stuffed her with cock until she came. And then he did it again.

Katie's mind was still on that feeling, the feeling of being used and dominated, as she unlocked the shop on Sunday morning. Despite that morning's brief fuckplay, Megan was filled with energy and gushing with excitement about this project. Katie was just about to shut the door when Charlotte yelled, "Hold it!" from the parking lot.

Katie held the door as she ran up, carrying a small cooler in her hand.

"What are you doing here?"

"I told Megan I'd help out," Charlotte said. "Seemed fun."

"What are you wearing?"

Charlotte looked down at her crop top, across which the words, "Hold me Down," were printed.

"This old thing?" she said.

Katie shook her head and began to close the door.

"Hold up!" Lucas called from the parking lot.

Katie held the door again.

"What are you doing here, Lucas?"

"I told Megan I'd help out. I brought the camera she wanted."

Katie let him in, checked the lot, and saw no one else coming. When she met up with her coworkers, Megan directed Lucas to set up a camera, while Charlotte hovered nearby. Katie watched, but her thoughts were muddled.

"Who blew your mind?" Charlotte asked.

"What?"

"Girl, someone gave it to you good. Look at you. Bowlegged and glowing. You're even smirking. You never smirk. Who is he?"

Katie shook her head. "Nothing. It's… no one."

"Well, if 'no one' needs a third, tag me in. I need it a little rough, but I could use a good smirk."

"Third?" Katie said.

"Uh, Megan, too," Charlotte said. "Pretty obvious you both had a very thorough dicking down."

Katie blushed.

"Oh… shit…" Charlotte whispered. "You did! Are you guys both doing your hot stepdad?"

Katie's heart froze. She quickly shook her head and said, "No!"

"Katie?" Megan called.

"Huh?"

"Candy's in the lot. Could you let her in?"

"Candy?"

"Candy Apples. Our first client," Megan said. "She's outside."

Katie gratefully exited the conversation with Charlotte and hurried to the door, where a tall woman in a trenchcoat stood outside. Why a trenchcoat on a summer morning? She opened the door.

"Come in," she said.

"Thanks, babe. Love the collar. It suits you," said Candy, fingering Katie's collar.

Katie blushed again. Why hadn't she removed it? It wasn't an official work day. There was no need to wear it.

She moved to take it off but the woman grasped her hand. She held Katie's eyes with the same sort of power Megan exuded.

"Don't," she said. "I like it. Keep it on."

It wasn't a request. The woman let go of Katie's hand and walked past her, striding confidently toward the assembled group. Megan stepped forward and put out her hand.

"I'm Megan," she said. "Thanks for coming."

The woman shook Megan's hand, saying, "I should thank you. If you can get me a tenth of the traction you guys are getting, I'll kneel and suck your pretty little twat for a week."

Megan giggled. "That's sexy, but I think we'll just stick with getting paid."

"Your loss, babe. What's the plan?"

"You brought the gear you wanted to use?" Megan asked. Candy held up a black case. "Great! The first set I want to do is called Dominant's Decrees."

"Sounds sexy," Candy said. "What do I do?"

She undid the trenchcoat, letting it fall to the floor, and stepped away from it.

"Damn," Charlotte remarked.

Lucas squeaked. Katie remained silent.

"Oh, wow," Megan exclaimed. "You look so hot!"

Candy wore a leather bustier, adorned with silver studs. On her legs were black fishnets, which disappeared into a pair of black heels. She cocked a hip and posed.

"Too bad I suck at social media," Candy said.

"So, this first set is about issuing challenges to your followers," Megan explained. "We're going to boost engagement, which will help your posts spread. Of course, we'll also share them and shout you out. I wrote up some lines for you, so you can look them over while we get ready."

Megan handed her a sheet, which Candy began to scan.

"Lucas," Megan said.

"Huh?" Lucas jumped, tearing his eyes off the leather-clad beauty.

"I want you to get low angles so we make her look more powerful. I'll use my camera to get some alternative ones."

"Yeah. Okay. Um, Megan?"

"Hm?"

"She's like a… a dominant, right?"

"Yeah."

"I think we should set up some different lighting to give her a better atmosphere. I saw some soft boxes and gels in the back. What do you think."

"Oh! That's great! Let's do it."

While Lucas went to the back, Katie began picking orders to get ahead, working through her distracted thoughts while Megan did her thing. Lucas returned a short time later and set up two lights on poles. With the shop's dark brick wall as a backdrop, the red and blue gels on the lights produced a much darker aesthetic.

"Just a couple more things," Lucas said and ran into the back.

When he returned, he set down an old chair with a high back and intricate wooden carvings that looked like demons.

"Oh, damn," Charlotte said. "Don't let Petsy catch you with that. It's like a million years old from the 'old country'."

"I won't break it," Candy said, running her hands over the wood.

Lucas picked up a small black box, which made a hissing sound as it expelled a cloud of smoke. The lights through the cloud made the scene even more menacing.

"Nice," Megan said. "How'd you come up with that?"

"Portable smoke machine. There's a whole crate of them in the back."

"Look at you, mister special effects," Charlotte said, bumping him with her hip.

Lucas blushed and stammered, "I… I want to go to film school. You could be in a movie. You're so… um, really pretty."

"I don't think you'd be making the kind of movies you'd see me in," Charlotte said with a wink that made Lucas blush deeper.

He returned to his camera and attached it to a small machine with grips around it.

"What is that?" Megan asked.

"A gimbal. For taking steady shots."

"Someone came prepared," Charlotte said.

"I just want it to, um, look good. It's like my first movie. Well, not my first movie. I make some with friends and I did some for school projects. I'm doing this one right now that's like a documentary about the historical inaccuracies in the bible and—"

"Lucas," Charlotte said, pointing to Candy. "Focus."

"Oh! Right. Sorry. Sorry, Ms. Apples."

Candy laughed and said, "You're adorable. I'd keep you under my bed. I'm ready."

Lucas crouched while Megan prepped the phone camera. For the next half hour, they recorded Candy issuing several decrees to her followers.

"Post a photo of yourself holding a sign that says 'I am Candy's pet' in a public space. Prove your dedication to me."

"Wear only black and red for the next week. My colors, my rules."

"Write down every time you feel you've disobeyed or been naughty today. Confess it to me in the comments."

"Do one random act of kindness for a stranger today, as an act of service in my name."

"That was great," Megan said when they'd finished. "Now we're going to The Art of Bondage. For this one, I want you to use the stuff you brought to show off your skills."

"I like it," Candy said, "but I didn't bring a subby to tie up."

"Oh! Me!" Charlotte said. "I'll do it!"

"Oh!" Megan added. "Katie will do it, too! It will be super sexy!"

Katie, hearing her name, poked her head out from an aisle and yelled, "What?"

"Katie! Come here," Megan called. "We need your help."

Katie walked over, eyeing the whole scene warily as Candy began pulling ropes and straps out of her case.

"What?" she asked again.

"Candy's going to show how to do bondage stuff! She's going to tie you and Charlotte up."

"What? Why me?" Katie squeaked.

"Because you like bondage," Megan said helpfully.

Charlotte cocked her head and said, "Oh?"

"I do not—" Katie said, lowered her voice, and continued, "I do not like bondage."

"Well you liked—" Megan began.

"Megan!" Katie snapped.

Megan pressed up against her sister, placed her hand under Katie's skirt, and said, "Please, Katie? I really want it to be good. It'll be so sexy. You can do it for me, can't you?"

Megan got on her toes and kissed Katie on the lips. Katie stiffened, standing still as Megan's tongue brushed her lips.

"For me? Please?" Megan whispered.

Katie, with Megan's hand on her bottom, reluctantly nodded. It was not that she wanted to be restrained by a sexy dominatrix for the internet to see. She did not want to be placed in a submissive position which might prove arousing. She needed to do it for Megan, for the shop.

Katie took a step toward Candy, but the woman shook her head and said, "Just a minute. I know this is your show, Megan, and it's a good idea. I think I have another one."

"Okay," Megan said, lowering her phone.

"Come here," Candy instructed. "You, too, Katie."

Megan and her sister walked over. Candy put her hand on her chin and studied the two of them intently.

"Let me give you a lesson," she said.

"A lesson?" Megan asked.

Candy nodded. "You're young. You're in that stage where everything is new and fun. You're focused on the excitement and the pleasure, right?"

Megan blushed and said, "I guess so."

"If you're going to domme your sister, let me show you how to do it the right way."

Katie began to speak. "She isn't dom—"

Candy's hand lashed out, sliding behind Katie's neck, where she gripped her hair at the roots. Katie gasped as the woman tugged her head back and pressed her face close, staring Katie in the eyes.

Her voice dripped with sweetness as she said, "Hush now, little cunt. The adults are talking. You'll have your turn."

"Aw, shit," Charlotte whispered.

She kissed Katie on the lips, lightly, nuzzling her nose against Katie's before releasing her grip. Katie burned, standing humbled and quivering as Candy turned back to Megan.

"I want you to watch Katie," Candy said.

Megan looked at her sister. Candy then turned to Charlotte and instructed, "You, rape slut. Go fetch one of those stools."

Charlotte jumped. Lucas lowered the camera in surprise. Katie and Megan both turned toward Charlotte, who put her hand over her mouth and turned pink. Candy snapped her fingers and Charlotte jumped again, dashing toward the counter to do as ordered.

"Rape… slut?" Megan said.

"We'll get to that," Candy said, tapping her foot.

Charlotte returned with the stool, placed it where Candy pointed, and the woman snatched Charlotte's collar and pulled her close.

"Good girl," she said and kissed her on the lips.

When she let go, Charlotte stumbled back, panting.

"Now," Candy continued. "Watch Katie."

Katie toyed with her hands and looked from Candy to Megan, and back to Candy.

"Katie," Candy said, "Kneel and lick my cunt."

Katie's eyes shifted toward Megan as she snapped, "What?"

Candy smiled and said, "What just happened, Megan?"

"I don't know? She didn't do it?"

"Correct. Something else happened, though. Watch again. Katie, take off your top."

Katie's eyes once more shifted toward Megan as she set her lips in a tight line and said, "What? Why?"

Candy patted her head and said to Megan, "What happened with her eyes?"

"She looked at me?" Megan answered.

"She looked at you," Candy confirmed. "I gave her a command, but I don't have any authority with Katie. We don't have a rapport, and we have no trust. Katie isn't interested in doing anything for me, even though she finds me attractive."

Katie opened her mouth to protest but Candy held up her hand and continued. "Instead, she looked at you for approval. She needed to know if it was something you wanted her to do."

"She did?" Megan asked.

"Katie didn't want to be tied up," Candy said. "She agreed to it because you wanted her to do it. Katie has a rapport with you, and she wants to please you. She does this because you also provided something Katie needs and wants."

"I did?"

"You gave her a justification to do something she finds exciting, but also something she thinks is dirty and scary."

"Oh! It's from her head noise," Megan said excitedly.

Candy cocked her head. "Head noise? I suppose that's a good way to put it. Right. When you look at Katie, what do you see?"

Megan's eyes roved over her sister. "She's… she's hot," Megan said.

"Very hot," Candy agreed. "Tremendously excited but pensive. Why is that?"

"Because she needs help," Megan said.

Katie looked at the floor. She did need help. Standing here, being discussed like an object had made her pussy wet again. Having her coworkers stand by and listen to that discussion was also humiliating, and that also made her pussy hot.

"In a relationship like yours, there are power dynamics. A real and thriving relationship with a submissive is one that's built on several factors. The best ones are built on real love, complete trust, and an understanding that both people involved are having their needs met. Katie's need is to be given direction, or to have someone else's will take priority over her own. She derives her pleasure from serving someone else, but in a way that means it wasn't her idea. She's got guilt written all over her."

Katie's ears rang with every word out of the weird woman's mouth. She'd barely spent five minutes with her, and Candy seemed to know her secret. Was she really that transparent?

"Your need is to follow the pleasure wherever it leads. You're experimental and excited by the possibilities. That's normal because you are young and you haven't experienced much. You also trust Katie, because you know Katie wants you to enjoy things, but she also wants to keep you safe. You're someone who needs a partner to live those experiences with together."

Megan blushed and nodded, saying, "Yeah. I guess so."

"You and Katie both have needs that compliment one another. You have love and trust, and you're both excited to explore pleasure. It's a good basis for the kind of relationship you're developing. When Katie was reluctant to get tied up, what did you do?"

"I touched her? And I asked her to do it for me because I want to do a good job and save the shop."

"Right. At that point, it was what Katie needed. She was already curious and excited. She was just afraid."

"Why?" Megan asked.

"The same reason everyone's afraid. She thinks Charlotte and Lucas will see her excitement, and that they'll judge her for it. She worries they'll call her names or think she's dirty for enjoying it. She's afraid she'll do something wrong and you'll be disappointed."

Candy took Megan's hand and guided her to Katie.

"If you're going to make Katie your pet, you need to soothe her, reassure her, and give her the attention she needs. In turn, Katie will give you what you need. She'll be your partner in exploring pleasure. Here."

Katie balked at the word "pet" taking a step back. She wasn't a pet. She wasn't submissive, and this lady was crazy. Katie even opened her mouth to protest. Candy, though, guiding Megan's hand, slid it behind her sister's neck and twined Megan's fingers into her hair.

"Grasp it at the root. Firm but not angrily. Powerfully."

Megan did it, gathering Katie's hair in her fist.

"Now you never force it. You don't pull the hair and cause real pain. Katie isn't a pain slut,"

Katie wanted to protest that she was not a slut at all but she couldn't seem to make the words come out. Megan then commanded her with a gentle movement of her hand, more a flex of the muscles, and Katie's knees quaked as she found herself following the unspoken command.

"She already wants to submit," Candy said. "She just needs you to want it, to show her it's what you need her to do. Now, show her you love her."

Megan's breath was hot against Katie's lips as she closed the short distance and kissed her. Candy took Megan's other hand and moved it along Katie's body, slowly directing it down her tummy until it reached her skirt. Lucas groaned and Charlotte muttered under her breath as Candy guided Megan's hand under the skirt.

She released Megan's hand and Megan continued, sliding her fingers along Katie's wet panties until she moaned into the kiss.

"Good," Candy whispered. "Now I want you to watch me and do your best to mimic what I do."

Megan broke the kiss and slipped her hand from between Katie's legs as Candy walked behind Charlotte. Katie's cheeks were flushed and she locked eyes with her sister, who whispered, "So sexy."

Then Megan turned her attention toward Candy, who slid her arm around Charlotte's waist and flattened her palm against her bare tummy. Her other hand slid up to Charlotte's neck, where she wrapped her fingers around her throat, tilted her head back, and kissed her neck.

Charlotte quivered and said, "Oh, fuck," as Candy's hand roamed her skin.

"Charlotte and Katie have a lot in common," Candy said as she caressed Charlotte's skin. "They're both submissive in their own ways, with many of the same needs. There are key differences, though. When you look at Charlotte, what signs do you immediately see that point to someone who is sexually submissive?"

Megan, copying Candy's movements, looked over Katie's shoulder and studied the panting, quivering Charlotte.

"Her top," she said.

"Very obvious tell," Candy said. "She's advertising her availability. That's a clear difference from Katie, who hides her desire. We all go through things in life that have an impact on who we become sexually. I spent a lot of my childhood tied to beds, radiators, and cabinets. It was traumatic and awful. Over time, I turned my fear of it into something that empowered me. A girl like Charlotte doesn't wear a shirt like that in public unless she wants the kind of attention it will attract. Something happened to her, and she's trying to use it to recreate a powerful feeling."

"What?" Megan asked as she slid her hand toward Katie's panties again, following Candy's example.

"That's her secret, and we're not going to talk about it. I'm only using it to illustrate the difference. Charlotte doesn't need love and trust. She needs force. She put on that top to let everyone know what she needs."

Candy pushed her fingers into Charlotte's panties and began playing with her clit. Charlotte shook in her arms as Katie's excited panting increased. Megan followed the motion, and soon Charlotte and Katie watched one another as Megan and Candy built up their pleasure.

It went on for several moments, while Katie shook and gasped in Megan's embrace, hot with humiliation as she watched the same thing happen to Charlotte.

"We don't let them have it, right?" Megan said suddenly. "Their release?"

Katie whimpered.

"That's your call," Candy said. "I prefer keeping them on edge as long as possible. Horny and stupid is the best way to keep them hot and eager to please. This is a good point to wind them down."

Candy eased off, her movement between Charlotte's legs slowing, until at last she removed her hand. Megan did the same, leaving Katie's pussy a hot mess of need. Candy pushed her fingers into Charlotte's mouth, who happily sucked them clean for her. Katie inhaled the scent of her own cunt on Megan's fingers as she did the same.

For the next hour, Candy gave Megan more "lessons" as Lucas recorded them. She demonstrated 'Bondage for Beginners,' focusing on basic ties, before moving on to how to hogtie Katie and Charlotte. Then they were bound chest-to-chest, blindfolded, and made to kiss for the camera.

It was nearly noon when they were released and Megan called the session finished. By then, Katie was horny and desperate, but no release was forthcoming. It was here that Lucas at last shut off the camera, and Charlotte made an exclamation.

"Whoa!"

Katie, Megan, and Candy all turned to follow her gaze.

"Well," Candy said. "That's unexpected."

Katie made a small noise.

"Lucas! Oh, my God!" Megan said.

Lucas looked down at the massive bulge against his pant leg, blushed furiously, and nearly dropped the camera in his attempt to hide his erection.

"I'm… Oh, man—"

"Don't hide it, bible boy," Candy said. "Tell me you're stuffing those jeans with something. Is that all you?"

"I— I didn't mean… I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" he stammered.

"What for?" Candy asked. "If that thing's the real deal, the only sorry ones are the ladies you aren't giving it to."

Lucas looked on the verge of tears, but Charlotte came to his rescue, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Lucas. If there's anything you've learned in the last couple hours, it's that there's a lot of freak in this room. So, you've got a… surprisingly large dick? Why the blush?"

"I just… I shouldn't be… like this because of …. all that."

Candy rolled her eyes and said, "Honey, the Good Lord himself blessed you with that fat sausage. If he didn't want it getting hard over four horny women, he would have given it to someone else. Take my advice. Put on a fucking speedo and go join one of those swim clubs neglected MILFs like to hang out at. You'll learn more life lessons in one afternoon than four years in college."

Charlotte kissed his cheek, saying, "Don't listen to her, Lucas. You're probably the last true gentleman left in the state. Stay just the way you are. Just don't let Sam get a look at that on Tuesday or she's liable to drag you home at the end of the night."

"I'm sorry," Lucas said again. "Sorry, Mrs. Candy. Megan. Katie."

Megan turned to Candy, saying, "I think that's a wrap. I'll do some editing and send you the finished videos so you can start posting them."

"It's been a pleasure. I hope we can do it again," Candy said as she gathered her things.

"I'm starved," Charlotte said, walking toward the counter.

Lucas ejected the memory card from the camera and handed it to Megan, who kissed his cheek and said, "Thanks, Lucas. You were great. Katie, do you want to get lunch?"

Katie didn't respond. Katie was still looking at the fat bulge in Lucas' pants.

"Katie?" Megan said again.

"What?" Katie said, startled. "I wasn't—"

"Hungry?" Megan asked.

Katie glanced at Lucas' cock once more, blushing, and nodded. While Megan showed Candy to the door, chatting and giggling, Katie shook her head and walked to the counter. She plopped down on a stool, bit her lip, and began humping the seat as Charlotte opened her cooler.

"That chick's really something," Charlotte said, nodding to Candy.

"Yeah," Katie mumbled, staring at the counter.

Charlotte pulled a bottle from her cooler and twisted off the cap. She took a sip, shuddered, and took another. Katie eyed the bottle.

"Since when do you bring lunch?" she asked.

Charlotte shrugged and took a longer drink. Katie narrowed her eyes.

"What… is that?" she asked.

Charlotte put the cap back on the bottle, tucked it in the cooler, and wiped her mouth. Ignoring the question, Charlotte instead, asked one of her own.

"So, you wanna talk about it?"

"What? Your bottle?"

"No. You don't want to talk about that. Maybe I don't. I don't know. I mean that." Charlotte said and gestured toward Megan, who stood at the door chatting with Candy.

Katie looked at the counter for a moment, studying her reflection in the glass. Everything was out of control. Most of all, her. She faced the possibility that Candy was right, Joey was right, and she was wrong. Somehow, everyone else knew more about her than she did.

"Charlotte," she finally said. "Did something happen? To you?"

Charlotte pulled up another stool and leaned on the counter with Katie.

"Well, Lady Apples there is an observant one."

When she didn't say anything more, Katie asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really. It happened. Not much more to say."

For a moment longer, they sat in silence, watching Megan and Candy, who were still talking.

"You know," Charlotte said, "you're a pretty good kisser."

Katie blushed. "Thanks."

Charlotte pushed back her hair and moved closer. Katie lifted her head curiously, swallowing hard. Charlotte inched closer, very close, and brushed her lips across Katie's. Katie didn't pull away nor did she reciprocate. That is until Charlotte pressed her lips into Katie's, and Katie opened her mouth.

For several seconds, it went on, a slow, casual, sexy liplock between coworkers. Katie didn't know why she let it go on. There were no cameras rolling, no need to make some video for the shop or to fulfill a request from a customer. She let Charlotte kiss her, and she did it for no other reason than it felt good. And for the first time she could remember, she did it without a burden of guilt.

The Pet

While Megan worked on her phone and Katie drove them home, she looked forward to at least one afternoon of quiet. Sundays were typically free of Joey, as he kept a standing reservation with his (no doubt equally gross) group of friends for pool and drinks. Of course, now that he had two warm, wet pussies to use, those plans could have changed. Katie prayed they would not. It was important to have some time to talk to Megan.

She attempted to broach the topic with her sister as they drove. "So, that was kind of wild, huh?"

Megan nodded, tapping at her phone, and said, "Yeah. Can you believe Lucas has like a giant cock?"

"Um, yeah."

"Do you think he'd show it to us? If we asked him?" Megan asked, looking at her screen.

"I don't know. I don't think we should."

"You're not curious?"

"Not really."

Megan looked up, and said, "You are so. I think you totally wanted to see it!"

Katie blushed. It wasn't exactly a lie. It wasn't that she wanted to see Lucas' cock, though. It had simply been unexpected, and she'd been on edge and teased for an hour. It was as natural to look at his fat bulge as it was for him to have a fat bulge from watching them.

"I didn't," Katie protested.

This conversation was not going at all the way she wanted. She wanted to assure Megan that she was not submissive, that she did not want to please her and obey her. Foremost, she needed Megan to dispel the notion that she was a pet. Katie was not a pet. Katie was a person, and people are not pets. Sisters are not pets.

"It looked even bigger than Joey's," Megan continued. "Do you think you could like swallow the whole thing? The way you do Joey's?"

Katie did not want to admit that the question had flashed briefly through her mind.

"Megs, can we not talk about Lucas'… penis?"

Megan shrugged and asked, instead, "What do you think happened to Charlotte?"

"I don't know. She doesn't want to talk about it."

"Do you think it's what made her submissive? Or do you think she was always that way?"

"Maybe a little of both," Katie surmised.

"Were you always that way?" Megan asked.

It was the in that Katie was looking for.

"Megan, I'm not like that. I'm not… submissive."

"No?" Megan said and put her phone down.

She slipped her hand onto Katie's leg, sliding it between them and under her skirt. As she leaned over, Katie's heartbeat shot up. She gripped the wheel more tightly.

"I had so much fun today," Megan said, her breath hot in Katie's ear. "I really appreciate everything you did to help, Katie."

As she said this, her fingers pressed against Katie's pussy, and Katie shifted her legs to give her sister better access. It wasn't a submissive thing to do. It simply felt good, and her pussy was still hot.

"You were such a good girl," Megan said as her fingers slid along Katie's panties. "When we get home, we could do something really sexy. Would you like that? Just us. Joey won't be there, and it can be just us."

Katie bit her lip as a small squeak escaped her mouth. She nodded.

"I'm really hot, Katie," Megan continued as her fingers rubbed Katie's cunt. "I know you are, too. We can be naked in your bed and just touch, and kiss. Won't it be sexy?"

Katie trembled and pushed harder on the gas. It would be sexy. It would be so sexy.

Megan fell back on the bed, spreading her legs slightly, and let out a long sigh of relief. Katie, a few steps behind, glanced between Megan's legs, where he sister's little panties covered her pussy beneath her skirt. Megan lifted one of her legs and said, "Do you mind doing my shoes?"

Katie didn't mind. Megan had had an exhausting day, working with Candy to make content. Katie had worked too, of course. It wasn't easy getting tied up.

However, Katie also liked the view as she stood before Megan and took her foot in her hand. With her leg elevated, the skirt had ridden up a little more, giving Katie a nice shot at Megan's cute little pussy and the curve of her hip. When exactly had she started thinking of other girls as sexy? There wasn't an actual reason to keep up her weird relationship with Megan, just like there'd been no reason to kiss Charlotte at the counter. The only reason was the girl feelings, the sexy whispers from her cunt.

Katie removed Megan's shoe, accepted her other foot, and did the same. Megan sat up and pulled off her top, casting it aside and beckoning to Katie. She moved forward and let Megan pull off her shirt.

Her sister planted a soft kiss between her breasts as she set her hands on Katie's hips and wiggled her skirt off. As it slid down her legs, Katie quivered. Megan slid her hands up Katie's sides, resting them on her back as she applied slight pressure. Katie followed the pressure, sinking to her knees.

Megan moved in, sealing her lips on Katie's mouth and moaning as they kissed. It was the first real kiss they'd shared all day, and after all the teasing her pussy had endured, Katie responded to it eagerly. While Megan kissed her, her sister's hands worked in her hair and on her neck. Her delicate nails raised the hairs on Katie's neck, creating that pleasant buzz in her head that dulled the noise.

When Megan broke the kiss, she guided Katie down further. Katie now knelt in front of her sister and pulled down Megan's panties, casting them aside. Megan's pussy glistened with arousal, the little compact lips puffy. It was a pretty pussy. A sexy pussy.

Megan put her hand on Katie's head and stroked her hair, saying, "You can help me, and I'll help you. I love the way you do it. You're so good, Katie. You're a good girl."

The words made Katie's heart beat faster. That little swell of pride welled up, pumping the good feelings into her brain. But she'd needed to do something, to say something. It had been important.

Looking at Megan's cunt, imagining how it was going to taste, had muddled her thoughts. Then she remembered. Before all of this had started she needed to make sure Megan understood something.

"Megs," she said. "What that woman said today, about you… domming me? That's not happening, okay? I'm not a… a pet."

"Of course not," Megan said, giggling as she stroked Katie's hair. "That's silly. Sisters aren't pets, right?"

"No," Katie said sticking out her tongue. "I just… I want you to say it. That I'm not."

Megan gently guided Katie's mouth to her cunt as she said, "Katie, stop listening to the noise."

"But—"

And then a tremor shot down Katie's body as Megan whispered, soothingly, lovingly, with a firm grip on her hair, "Hush, little cunt. Don't listen to the noise."

It was like shutting off a tap. The words, the commanding grip, the expectation in Megan's voice, all of it together turned off the noise. Katie opened her mouth, pushed out her tongue, and as she looked into her sister's eyes, she licked up the length of Megan's slit.

"Good girl, Katie," Megan said. "Good girl."

Damaged Goods

Charlotte had never experienced such total degradation. She'd been kidnapped, stripped, and made to serve as a literal hole for the sole purpose of extracting semen from strangers. Afterward, she'd been raped three times. It had been the hottest night of her life, but it had also been soured.

As she entered the apartment, stripping off her skirt and panties, she was miffed. She sat on the living room couch and spread her legs for the camera, at the same time folding her arms in a show of defiance. It was the only way she could think of to express her displeasure to the man and his friends.

She was conscious of how fucked up it was to be angry at a group of rapists. However, she was angry. She felt violated, and not in a good way. All this time, she'd believed she was special. There was an understanding. She was their sexy victim, always available for a good raping. She complied with the blackmail demands, struggled when they took her, and gave in to her basest desires for their pleasure.

She'd believed that made her special, a one-of-a-kind rape hole. Their favorite rape hole. The knowledge that she was only one rape hole among an unknown number of rape holes was what made her angry. She felt cheated on.

"What's your bitch?" Samantha asked as Charlotte spread her aroused twat for the camera.

Charlotte gave the camera the finger, which she then pushed up her cunt.

"I'm a weird fucking slut," she grumbled. "A really weird fucking slut."

"Okay? Are you masturbating?"

"Yes," Charlotte snapped.

"Isn't that against your rules?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to cum?"

"I don't know."

"Won't they release that website to the public if you do?"

"Probably."

"And you don't care?"

"Fuck them," Charlotte shouted at the camera.

"You want me to lick your cunt?" Samantha asked.

"No."

Samantha rolled her eyes. "You're a weird slut."

Charlotte pulled her sticky finger from her cunt and wiped it on Samantha's face.

"You wanna talk about it?" Samantha asked. "Looks like you got totally used last night. I watched the video."

"There's a video?"

"Yeah. You didn't look?"

"No. I just assumed… none of them were at the party. I haven't logged in all day."

"Well, there's a video. A good one."

"I'm not watching it," Charlotte grumbled and crossed her arms over her tits again.

"I probably will again. Jizz Junkie."

Charlotte blushed. "Those fuckers are raping other girls," she finally blurted. "The guys at the party said they bring a suck slut over every night and leave her like that."

Samantha cocked her head. "And you're jealous?"

"No." Charlotte pouted.

"You're jealous."

"Am not."

"That's fucked up. You are a weird slut."

"I know. It's just… he said I'm his favorite rape hole. How am I supposed to feel?"

"He said favorite rape hole, not his only rape hole. How does that work? How are you jealous that a gang of rapists are raping other girls, too?"

"Do you have a cigarette?"

"I don't smoke. Neither do you."

"I feel like I should."

"You shouldn't."

Charlotte pushed her finger up her cunt again and asked, "Am I not fun to rape? I mean, I kick and I scream. I'm here literally every night, just waiting for someone to break in. Why don't they just come here and abuse me?"

Samantha put her arm around her sister and said, "Dudes need variety. Even rapists. Don't take it personally, girl. You are fun to rape. You're like the best rape doll a guy could ask for. Nice big tits, hot ass, tight little cunt. You don't try to bite when they want head, you cry a little bit, and you always give in and cum for them. Hell, you even drink that sperm bottle every day. Even I'm not enough of a whore to do that. What's not to love?"

"Exactly my point," Charlotte muttered. "Why have a side rape hole, when you have a perfectly good one as fucked in the head as me?"

"I don't know," Samantha said, kissing her head. "Why don't you ask?"

"Nah. That makes it feel like we have a relationship. Who the fuck wants that? I don't want them to fucking care about me."

"You can't have it both ways, Charlotte. You do want them to care about you, apparently. You're pissed because they aren't considering your feelings, but you also don't want them to consider your feelings. They aren't considering them, which is what a good rapist is supposed to do. Right?"

"Yeah. I'm fucking weird."

"You want them to rape you and leave flowers?"

"No. I want them to rape me and leave my cunt stuffed with used condoms, then post a photo of it on my Instashare Page." She sank into the couch with a sigh. "Romance is dead."

"I could duct tape your head to the wall of that glory hole on 5th. We haven't done that for a while."

"My fucking jaw is still aching from last night."

"I'll strip you naked and leave the door open while I sit in the corner and finger myself."

Charlotte hugged her around the neck.

"That's sweet," she said. "I'm just not in the mood."

Samantha stroked her hair kindly in silence for a moment. Then everything changed as her sister turned the calming stroke into a painful tug.

"Ow! Fuck!" Charlotte cried.

Samantha launched herself off the couch, dragging her sister with her with one hand on her collar and the other in her hair.

"Christ! What the fuck?" Charlotte screamed.

Samantha kicked open the door to her room and wrestled Charlotte onto the bed, straddling her chest and sliding her wrists into the ever-present restraints on the headboard. With her sister tied, Samantha smothered her face with her cunt.

"Lick it, bitch," she commanded. "Lick it you fucking dyke."

Charlotte groaned and began to lick.

"Maybe you fucking forgot," Samantha snapped. "Your feelings don't matter. You're a rape slut. You think anyone wants to hear your bullshit? Fuck you. You're a set of squeeze toys and wet holes for other people to have fun with."

She jammed her cunt violently against Charlotte's face. Her sister gradually stopped kicking and submissively licked as Samantha ground her pussy against her face. Samantha, however, wasn't finished reminding Charlotte of her place.

She dismounted and opened the nightstand, fishing inside. Charlotte, heaving in breath, shook her head emphatically.

"No!" she gasped out. "Sam, no!"

Samantha produced a fat rubber cock, a swirl of purple and blue in the shape of a horse dick, over a foot long. The flared head tapered off, before widening further down, the proportions becoming ridiculous.

"You remember Big Ben?" Samantha asked, waving the huge toy.

Charlotte tugged at the restraints and kicked her legs in real fear. She did remember Big Ben, and she did not like Big Ben. The giant toy was a cunt destroyer, and the only time Charlotte had taken it, she'd barely been able to walk the next day.

"Don't! Please! Fuck my face again," Charlotte pleaded, wiggling her tongue. "The strap-on! You can put it up my ass! Come on, Sam!"

"This will help," Samantha said and pushed a padded bit between Charlotte's teeth.

Charlotte bit down but continued to mumble protests and kick her legs, while Samantha knelt between them. Charlotte aimed a kick at her sister's back from an awkward angle. In retaliation, Samantha smacked the fat toy against Charlotte's cunt.

"Gah!" Charlotte cried.

"Your scared little eyes say no, but your pretty little rape hole says yes," Samantha said, placing the fat knob against Charlotte's cunt.

Charlotte shook her head again. Samantha fitted the toy at Charlotte's entrance and pushed.

"Ugh! Mm, mm!" Charlotte pleaded, tossing her head.

She bit down hard on the bit and let out a long groan of displeasure as Samantha widened her cunt with the flared head of the toy. Charlotte's breath came in short, hard puffs as tears welled in her eyes. The big head popped inside of her, sending an involuntary spasm through her body.

"Look at you all sloppy and wet for Ben," Samantha said. "And here I thought you really didn't want him to wreck your cunt."

Charlotte's eyes rolled up in her head as she pumped her hips, forcing the length of the toy deeper. Its progress was slow and painful as Samantha kept pressure on it, driving the widening shaft into Charlotte's pussy. The tears in Charlotte's eyes broke and rolled down her cheeks, her carnal grunts filling the bedroom. Finally, the toy's progress stopped, stymied by the depth of Charlotte's insides.

"Shame," Samantha said. "You only got ten inches."

She slid the toy back, and as it did, Charlotte's cries through the gag increased. The flared knob felt as if it was pulling her insides out with it. Once the back of the crown hit her entrance, Samantha reversed it once more, pushing the shaft back into Charlotte's depths.

As this continued, Charlotte's mind shut off. She stopped thinking and sank into that dark space where every rape took her. The fear, the pain, the feeling of being used like an object, all dulled her thoughts. It was escape.

She had no choice, nothing to truly worry about. Whatever happened would happen, and none of it was her fault now. She was powerless, at the mercy of another, and merely a toy for them to do what they pleased with.

Those feelings, that loss of self and agency, made her body react, producing a wet flow of girl cum that eased the pain. As it dulled, the pleasure began to take over. None of it was her fault. She could give in now. Her pussy took over, pumping back against the toy as the pleasure built.

"Let it go, you dumb slut," Samantha hissed. "Look at you. You're like a sexy little animal, all wet and needy. You're not even a fucking person, are you? As soon as someone shoves something up your cunt, you're creaming the bed. Let it out, rape hole. You can do it."

Charlotte's legs had stopped kicking in protest some time ago. Now they quaked with the build-up of pleasure, the release that was coming. Samantha held the fat toy inside of her, letting Charlotte fuck herself on it. Her hips rose and fell, following her animal need to get the release.

When it came, it was a consuming mind fire, followed by wave after wave of emotion. She was a slut. She was disgusting. It was always this way, the pleasure trailed by the self-loathing, the shame, the admission that she was damaged and worthless for anything but this. No one but another damaged slut like Samantha could ever see her as anything but a sexy shell to jerk off with.

Samantha pulled the huge toy from her cunt and tossed it off the bed. The sudden emptiness made Charlotte shudder as she cried. The pleasure burned away, leaving only the guilt and the shame. Her sister unsnapped the restraints.

Charlotte curled into a ball and sobbed, while Samantha slid in behind her, wrapping her arms around her and burying her face in her hair.

"There you go," she said soothingly, kissing Charlotte's neck. "That's what you needed, right?"

Charlotte nodded, as she wiped the tears away, but more of them just kept coming.

"I'm… such a… weird slut," she said through the sobs.

"That makes two of us, babe," Samantha said.

Merch

The noise wasn't exactly gone. It was just quieter. Katie's head still contained the noise, it still held the guilt. Each time she gave into it, though, it seemed quieter.

Something was happening to her, something she needed to confront and acknowledge, but something that still frightened her enough not to actually do it. Instead, she let the girl feelings in as she drove to work on Monday morning. The feelings had not overwhelmed the noise, but that was because this morning had been a bit of a rush, and the night before had been a very satisfying one for her needy cunt.

After pleasing Megan, she'd been tied up. Practice, Megan called it. She needed to practice her basic ties.

"You look really sexy when you're tied up," Megan said as Katie licked her cunt. "I think you really do like it."

Katie stopped licking cunt to reply. She was going to tell Megan that she didn't 'like' being tied up. Yes, it had done something for her on the few occasions she'd allowed it to happen, but 'like' was a stronger word than she would have used. When Katie stopped licking, however, Megan simply nudged her back to her cunt with a firm hand and said, "You're not done."

The simple action, the words, and the expectation they created dulled the noise further. It wasn't that she was submissive, and it wasn't that she was allowing Megan to impose her will on her. Katie was not a submissive pet sister. Katie was a person. It was just her cunt felt that continuing to lick Megan's pussy was more pleasurable than confronting the confusing feelings that came with the idea of being tied up.

On the one hand, being tied up was uncomfortable. On the other, being stripped of her agency gave her what she needed to feel good. It couldn't be her fault for acting like a slut if it was Megan's idea. If Katie didn't have the ability to not act like a slut, she could then act like a slut and let the good feelings take over. The noise would go away, and she could enjoy it.

In the end, she would feel good, Megan would feel good, and Katie would be both a loving sister and a counterbalance to Joey's perversion. She couldn't let that pull with Megan weaken, otherwise, when the time came to leave, she wouldn't have enough influence to take Megan away from him. Joey had already taken so much of Megan's affection, and Katie was falling behind. If she were to make up ground, it meant giving Megan a little of what she wanted; sexual exploration.

That was how Katie came to help Megan 'practice' her basic ties in her bedroom. After Katie took the edge off for her, Megan fed Katie's own arousal by moving her naked body against her sister. She lay Katie on the bed, told her she loved her, and rubbed Katie's excited cunt as they kissed.

Katie knew she was doing the right thing. Megan had to love her more than Joey so they could eventually escape. It also felt good to hear Megan say those words. It felt so nice to be called pretty by someone who was, herself, pretty. It felt wonderful to be loved in a home where there was so little of it.

When Megan selected a bundle of scarves from Katie's drawers and began using them to bind her wrists, all the while remarking on her body, her lips, how helpful she was, and how much she loved her, Katie had forgotten how much she disliked being tied. Her focus was not on the slight discomfort in her wrists, or the tightness of the knots around her ankles. It was on the feel of Megan's lips, the smell of her excitement, and the gushing praise from her sister's mouth.

Soon, the focus mingled with the flick of Megan's tongue against her pussy, followed by the incessant teasing of the white wand. Megan lay beside her, kissing her softly as the vibrator lay against Katie's cunt, working her up to that familiar place where her cunt took over her conscious thought.

"You'll never leave me like Mom, will you, Katie?" Megan asked with genuine concern as she gave Katie swift, soft kisses and ran her hands over Katie's skin.

"Never," Katie whispered, as Megan's hands roamed over her.

"It will always be us. Promise me," Megan said.

"I promise."

"You'll belong to me?" Megan asked as she kissed Katie deeply and choked on a sob.

Katie's head spun with the hot magic of the kiss, the depth of true feeling behind it. It wasn't just sexy. It was a kiss of need, a quiet desperation shared between the two of them. Had Joey's arrival happened later, when Megan was not feeling vulnerable, perhaps the night would have gone differently. As it was, Katie witnessed something she never believed she'd see.

"Well, this looks interesting," Joey said as he leaned on the doorframe.

Megan sat up, put her hand on Katie's breast, and said, "Joey, not tonight. Tonight I just want Katie."

Katie, with her wrists strung above her head, legs bound, and a vibrator between her legs, tensed. Joey would have some clever comeback, some twisted reason to let himself in and push his fat cock into her. Instead, she saw confusion, a moment of disbelief. Then, Joey nodded and said, "Of course, princess."

He turned and left. Megan had made Joey leave. Katie looked back at her sister with a mirrored incredulity. Megan had turned Joey away for her. She'd denied Joey his sexy prize and chosen her over that fat dick.

"You belong to me," Megan said.

It wasn't quite the same wording as before. It wasn't a question, the question Katie hadn't had the chance to answer. It was a statement. Megan might have been smaller, shorter, younger, and less experienced. What Megan had done, though, commanding Joey and sending him away, was powerful. Megan was powerful.

Katie nodded. Megan smiled and kissed her. Then something happened that Katie had believed would happen the first time she'd screwed a boy. It hadn't. But it happened now. Another person made love to her. Megan made love to her.

Whether Megan was consciously aware of what she was doing, or whether it was simply 'sexy', Katie didn't care. What Katie felt was her first experience with genuine affection in a sexual context. No one was grabbing her tits for selfish enjoyment or shoving their tongue in her mouth just to get her wet. Megan took pleasure in pushing Katie's pleasure to its absolute limits.

She pushed it until Katie was on the verge of tears, begging for release. She pushed it further until Katie thought she couldn't take it, until her hands hurt from tugging at the ties and her mind was on fire. Their bodies were sweat-damp and trembling, writhing together with more passion than Katie imagined two people could have. Only then did Megan finally give it to her.

The whole experience was why the noise was merely a dull roar in Katie's head this morning. While she might have acted like a slut, listened to her pussy, and had incestuous lesbian sex, it hadn't been dirty. Well, it had been dirty, but it hadn't been… it hadn't felt perverted. It hadn't left her with the burden of guilt she was used to. It had been real.

For the first hour of the morning rush, Katie worked the floor with Megan in tow. She was light on her feet, and even the steady flow of ass grabs, tit gropes, and spankings wasn't enough to sour her mood. She posed for selfies with customers, let them push bills into her cleavage, or lifted her skirt to let them tuck them into her panties. All of it while Megan took videos and photos of the lewd interactions. However, with Ivan's imposing presence hovering nearby, the crowds were more orderly and calm.

It was slutty, yes, but seeing the excited smile on Megan's face was enough to keep the noise to a minimum. Yes, something had changed, something was happening to her, but she wouldn't puzzle over it and pick it apart. Not yet. Right now she just wanted to feel it and let it happen.

She was sharing a kiss with Megan for a tip when Lucas arrived and made his way into the back. She was bent over the counter with Megan's hand under her skirt, blushing and hot, when the morning rush finally cleared. She was separating donations and tips when Tina arrived at eleven.

Tina had only just clocked in when the first of the deliveries arrived. Petsy accepted two pallets off a truck, which Charlotte and Tina moved off the dock.

"What are these ones?" Tina asked as she examined the label. "Boundless Beauty?"

Katie blushed, stammering, "It's Megan's… bondage sponsor."

"Bondage? What about that one?"

Katie looked at her own label and groaned.

"What?" Tina asked.

"Bimbogear."

"Every day around here is like Christmas, thanks to that little blonde out there," Tina quipped.

"If Santa were a pimp," Katie grumbled. "Megan!"

Megan dashed into the back.

"Boundless Beauty and Bimbogear," Katie said. "What's the plan?"

"Oh, my God! Bring them out on the floor so we can see what's inside. We need to pick out the best one for the sponsors, and get the rest out for sale."

Katie snatched the manifests, saying, "I'll put them in the system. You can help the little blonde pervert, Tits."

Tina raised a brow and offered half a smile. "No protests about how slutty this could be? Katie, are you turning over a new leaf? Are you even having fun?"

"I wouldn't go that far. We all have a vested interest in making this thing work. So, when in… Rome?"

"We could engage in half-naked gladiatorial combat?" Tina suggested.

"Don't give Megan any ideas."

Together they wheeled the pallets out to the floor, where Megan and Tina began opening boxes and pulling out merchandise. Katie worked at the computer, entering new skus into the system. Anal hooks and suspension systems now resided alongside power tools and blenders. Petsy's was quickly turning into a one-stop shop. As she worked, it became harder to ignore the constant squeals of excitement and laughter from Megan and Tina. When Katie looked over her shoulder, Petsy now ignored the motherboard in front of him as he watched the two girls.

The pull of those squeals eventually became too much. She had to know. Rounding the counter, she was met by piles of separated bondage gear and clothing.

"It's so fucking pink!" Megan squealed, holding up a two-piece leather set.

"Look at this one!" Tina cried, showing Megan a skimpy black top with the words, "Fuck Doll" across the front.

"That is so you!" Megan crowed.

Tina laughed and pulled off her top, exposing her naked tits to Petsy. She pulled the black top on over them and turned to Katie.

"You like?"

"It's—"

"Put this one on, Katie!" Megan called and tossed her a shirt.

Katie unfolded it and said, "Seriously? Isn't Kans bad enough?"

"Gotta wear the sponsor's gear," Megan said, grinning.

"You're lucky I love you," Katie grumbled.

Megan mimed pulling up her top as she looked at Katie. Katie sighed, pulled off her shirt, and blushed furiously as Petsy looked at her tits. She slipped into the new one, a sheer, white cut-off tee with the words, "Easy Lay," written on the front.

"So sexy," Megan said as she pulled off her own top, slid down her skirt, and stood in nothing but her panties as she fumbled with the leather set.

Tina whistled, "Megs, why do you want bigger boobs? Those suit you. I'd have killed for tits like that."

Megan pulled on the set and said, "I just like them big. Bigger is super hot."

She looked across the piles of merchandise, squealed again, and picked up a shoebox. Tearing it open, she held up a pair of pink pleasers with glittering rhinestones on the bands.

"Now these are the tits," she said. "Katie! There are white ones, too! Here!"

She shoved a shoebox into Katie's arms.

"Stripper heels?" Katie said. "You want me to wear stripper heels?"

"Do they come in black?" Tina asked, rooting through the shoe boxes.

She waved a box triumphantly and whooped.

As Megan secured the straps on her new shoes, she said, "Sponsors, Katie. Happy sponsors."

Katie slid off her flats and put on the pleasers, wobbling unsteadily on the tall shoes. Megan strutted back and forth across the floor, with Tina beside her.

"Petsy, look!" Megan said. "Aren't they the tits?"

"Tits," Petsy agreed, patting his open mouth with a napkin.

"Lucas!" Megan shouted.

Lucas came running from the back, stopped, stared, and the leg of his pants fluttered.

"Do you mind recording while we unbox the rest of this stuff?" Megan asked, batting her eyes.

Lucas nodded his head and went to retrieve the camera. While Lucas recorded, a small gathering of customers stood by with Petsy, watching the girls unload leather and lace. He captured customer reactions as Megan and Tina held pieces up for their inspection. He recorded Katie's look of confused arousal as Megan attached a leash to her collar, fuzzy cuffs around her wrists, and a set of white cat's ears on her head.

"$10 to stroke my kitty," she said, as she tugged Katie down a line of entertained men.

A bill went into Megan's cleavage and the first customer ruffled Katie's hair. A second bill went down her top and the man squeezed one of Katie's tits. A third bill went into Katie's top, and the man reached for her skirt. Megan swatted his hand.

"Uh, uh. That's an expensive kitty. You'll need a nice big tip to pet that one."

The man withdrew a fifty and waved it. Megan lifted Katie's skirt, tugged the band of her panties out, and the man pushed the bill into it. While Megan stood behind her, holding the leash, she whispered into Katie's ear.

"Let the nice man pet my kitty."

Katie swallowed, her cunt hot, and nodded her head. Lucas captured the man's hand reaching beneath Katie's skirt and running his fingers through her panty-covered slit.

"Good girl," Megan whispered. "That's so sexy."

"God, she's so wet," the man remarked. "Can I—"

Ivan glowered from nearby. The man withdrew his hand and cleared his throat. It was at this time that Charlotte came in to start her shift.

She stopped upon entering the door, cocked her head, and observed Katie, dressed like a slut, with a leash in Megan's hand. She looked at Tina, holding a leather hood in her hand, surrounded by piles of leather and stacks of skimpy clothes.

"Got room for one more?" she asked.

"Charlotte!" Megan called. "We put aside the perfect one for you!"

She gestured toward the counter, to a small stack of clothes and a box of shoes. Charlotte hurried over, picking up the set.

"That is adorable!" she exclaimed.

As the customers groaned, she pulled off her top. Ivan interposed himself between them.

"You buy or you go. Shop is not for loitering."

Three sets of hands grabbed the nearest merchandise and got in line at the counter. By then, Charlotte wore a red top with the words, "Free Use," across the front. She tugged down her skirt, her panties, and leaned over, flashing her bare pussy to a chorus of male groans. She slid on a red thong, a matching skirt, and took a seat on one of the stools.

"Shit, these fuckers are tall," she remarked. "Are these actually meant for walking?"

When she got them on, she balanced precariously against the counter for a moment, saying, "Well, I hope you don't expect me to go anywhere in a hurry."

She tottered slowly around the counter, taking tiny, incremental steps, until she stood before them in knee-high ballet heel boots with spiked heels.

"Megs, can you get what you need and give her something she can actually walk in?" Katie said. "We do need her to be able to move." She glanced at the small crowd of drooling pervs and added, "Or be able to escape."

"Yeah," Charlotte said, tapping the boots. "Can't make things too easy."

Megan gathered them together and let Lucas capture some videos and photos from all angles, then included Petsy in another set. The old man looked as if he was living his best life as all the Pets laid their hands on him. He slid a hand under Charlotte's skirt, and helped himself to one of Katie's cheeks, while Tina and Megan knelt in front of him.

After the photo, Megan said, "Lucas next!"

"Me?" Lucas squeaked.

"Do you see another Lucas?"

"I… I shouldn't."

"You should," Megan said, handing the camera to Petsy.

She ushered him to the center, and placed his hand under Charlotte's skirt, his other under Katie's, while she knelt with Tina in front of him. Lucas turned as red as Charlotte's top. The leg of his pants rose as a substantial bulge pressed it forward. Megan rested her head against it.

"Jesus," remarked one of the customers.

Ivan kissed the cross.

"Kid's got more meat than everyone here combined," jested another.

Tina leaned over and put her lips against Lucas' hidden member.

"Best job around, huh?" Charlotte whispered as she kissed his cheek.

Petsy took the photo. Megan rubbed her cheek against his cock, looking up from the floor. Lucas quickly removed his hands from Katie and Charlotte and hurried into the back.

"Maybe you should go check on him," Katie suggested to Charlotte.

"Why me?"

"You're his crush."

Charlotte looked down at her feet and said, "Yeah. Maybe I'll get there by the time we close."

"What size are you?"

"An 8?"

Katie rooted through the stack of shoe boxes and handed one to Charlotte.

"I'll fit right in at the club," Charlotte said as she lifted the lid. She tottered back around the counter to remove the ballet boots, saying, "Tina."

"Yeah?"

"Back me up."

"Back you up?"

Charlotte nodded toward the back, saying, "You're friendly. I'm a bitch."

Tina shrugged and followed her into the back, where they found Lucas sitting at the work table, looking at a computer screen. He looked up and grimaced as they approached.

"You okay?" Tina asked. "Sorry if we embarrassed you."

Lucas shook his head, saying, "N… no! I'm— I embarrassed you. It's just—"

"You've got a huge dick," Charlotte said.

"Helpful," Tina said, elbowing her in the ribs. "Nobody was embarrassed, Lucas. Every guy in that room had a hard-on. It's natural. It's the point. Guys with hard-ons give the shop more business."

"I know," Lucas said. "Just… sorry."

"You know they make like little straps you can use to tie that snake to your leg," Charlotte offered.

Tina facepalmed. "You're really not very good at this."

Charlotte shrugged. "I told you. No fucking tact."

Tina knelt next to him and put her hand on his leg, which also meant putting her hand on his cock. It quivered underneath her palm and Lucas' reddened once more.

"The point is, Lucas, it's time to grow up. Shy Christian boy, while kind of adorable, doesn't get a girl like Charlotte."

Lucas' gaze flicked to Charlotte, who said, "No guy 'gets' a girl like me. I'm far too fancy-free for any one man."

"I know," Lucas said. "We talked."

"What you need," Tina went on, "is a healthy dose of confidence. You need to use that fucking battering ram. When you see what it can do, I don't think you'll be embarrassed anymore."

Lucas shook his head, saying, "Nah. I'm like a freak. You don't know what it was like… in high school. Guys saw it in the gym lockers and—" he shuddered.

"They were jealous as fuck, dude," Charlotte said. "Those same guys probably went home and beat off thinking about your huge cock."

Lucas cracked a small smile as Tina laughed and said, "I know exactly what it was like. They probably called you donkey dick, just like they called me ironing board. Yes, you're a freak. You're an anomaly. So am I. So is Charlotte."

"Total freakshow," Charlotte agreed. "Like," she mimed her head exploding, "out there."

"I look like an actual sex doll. You've got one sister out there with another one on a leash. We work at a used electronics store that's selling bondage gear and making softcore porn. We're running a charity for homeless animals by dressing up like sex pets. There's a… a freakin' Bronco on the store floor, and some Russian mobster is making sure we don't get raped." Charlotte sighed. "You've entered a den filled with freaks. If you want my opinion—and I know you do. Everyone wants my opinion—rock out with your cock out, dude. You might even get to lay pipe to 'Free Use' over here."

Charlotte shrugged, saying, "I never said we couldn't bone. Dating just gives me the icks."

Lucas rubbed his neck and said, "Okay. Thanks."

Tina continued to kneel with her hand on his cock.

"What?" Lucas asked.

"Can we see it?"

"My—?"

"Your giant dick, Lucas," Charlotte said. "She wants to see it."

"Fuck that," Tina said. "I want to suck it."

Charlotte laughed, saying, "Man, those new tits really did something to you."

"Oh, my God! Lucas! You could push it between my tits! Do you want to push it between my tits? Everyone wants to fuck my tits."

Lucas' dick jerked under her hand. "I… I shouldn't," he stammered. "I've never—"

Charlotte put her hand on Tina's shoulder, saying, "Forgive me for being the voice of reason here. I know it's out of character. Let it go, Tina."

Tina sighed and took her hand off Lucas' cock. She stood and kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry, Lucas. She's right. My tits go to my head sometimes— all the time."

"Um, yeah," Lucas muttered. "It's okay."

"Just quit being shy about it, dude," Charlotte admonished. "Big dicks aren't made to stay hidden. You need to drain that snake, or you're going to give someone a concussion."

They patted his shoulder and left him alone, clacking away on their heels.

"I think that went well," Tina said.

"If he comes out of the back naked, I'm telling the cops it was your fault."

Episodic

Petsy, Charlotte, and Katie stood on the dock. Six more pallets, all from different companies, sat wrapped and waiting.

"What do you think they are?" Charlotte asked.

Katie shook her head and said, "Let's go ask Megan. We also need to put on actual shoes if we're going to move more stuff."

They made their way to the front, where Megan sat on the stool, sliding her cunt back and forth along the seat as she worked. On the screen was a complex video timeline.

"Megs," Katie said. "More merch. How many are you expecting?"

"Like 20? Maybe? I just accepted all the offers, so it's going to be a lot."

"20? Palettes? Today?"

"Not all today. The next few days," Megan said, checking the emails.

"Where are we going to put it all?" Charlotte asked.

"First things first. Let's get these off the dock. Megs, how do you feel about staying late?"

Megan shrugged and said, "It's fine. This is fun!"

"Have you seen my shoes?"

Megan pointed. Katie stooped, picked up the shoes, and sat on a stool.

"What are you doing?" Megan asked.

"I can't unload pallets in stripper heels," Katie explained.

Megan nodded and said, "Okay. Let's make a trade."

"A trade? Why?"

Megan slid off the stool and stood beside Katie, sliding her hand to the back of her neck and pressing her forehead against her sister's. She nuzzled her nose, saying, "Because I like you in the stripper heels." She gave Katie a soft kiss, and went on, "If you want to take them off, you need to give me something else."

Katie, blushing, swallowed and asked, "What?"

As Charlotte watched, Megan parted Katie's legs and slid her hand over her sister's pussy.

"Your panties," Megan whispered and kissed Katie's neck. "I want your sexy, wet little panties."

Katie's eyes flicked to Charlotte, who seemed paralyzed with fascination.

"My… panties?"

"Yeah," Megan whispered. "You can have sensible shoes and no panties, or you can have panties and wear the sexy shoes I like."

"Fuck, that's hot," Charlotte muttered.

"I… Megs, I can't—"

"Charlotte already did it, right? Petsy said you can work without panties. Just think about it. Won't it be sexy?"

To punctuate the sexiness, Megan kissed her again, rubbing Katie's cunt.

"Okay," Katie said.

She slid off the stool and, as Charlotte watched, pulled her panties down and put them into Megan's waiting hand.

"Good girl," Megan said. "Now you can wear your shoes."

Charlotte exhaled an excited breath and said, "I need to wear normal shoes, too."

Megan put out her hand expectantly. Charlotte wiggled out of her panties and handed them over.

"Good girl," Megan said and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

She set both pairs of panties on the counter, in full view, and spread them out. Both of them were wet in the crotch.

"Better get to work. My merch won't move itself," Megan said, grinning as she shooed them.

Katie and Charlotte stumbled away, glowing.

When they were out of earshot, Charlotte asked, "You think that Candy lady… did something to her?"

"Something," Katie agreed, looking at the floor in embarrassment.

"Did it do something to you?" Charlotte asked. "You didn't even complain about getting molested by your sister."

"Can we just move this stuff? Please?"

Charlotte shrugged and muttered again, "Hot as fuck."

With Tina, Petsy, and even Ivan joining in, they offloaded the merch from the pallets. Separated by vendor, they now had six stacks of boxes. It was then that Petsy made a call.

"We close shop."

"Close?" Katie said. "I thought we were transitioning. What do you mean close?"

"Only for short time," Petsy said. "Need to rework floor, mark down old inventory. Is big job. Too hard to do with many customers in shop. Come."

He led them out onto the floor, where they stood before the counter and looked out over the shelving. Petsy put his hand under Charlotte's skirt and idly pushed his fingers into her cunt as he thought.

"Old plan, new plan, too many plans," he said. "Katie, please go lock door. Megan, come here, please."

Megan slid off the stool and joined them.

"I think much about shop," Petsy said. "Megan's idea is good one but not ready. Shop must sustain itself. Shop does well now because of sexy girls. Is good idea. This is what we do…"

Petsy laid out the plan as he walked them around the shop. Megan's production idea would stay, but not in her suggested form.

"You have many people wanting help," Petsy admitted, "but no guarantee of success. Yes?"

"True," Megan agreed.

"Shop's videos get much attention, drive many sales. I go home and read comments. Customers like you. They like Katie, Charlotte, Tina. Yes?"

"Well, yeah. Everyone has a favorite," Megan said. "Like any TV show. Oh… Oh!" She snapped her fingers. Petsy grinned and touched his nose. "Go on! I think I see it!"

"Satan lady wants adult entertainment venue. Electronics store is not that. Sex shop? That is adult entertainment venue. Sex shop with own TV show? That is even better."

"Wait," Katie said. "Sex shop? TV Show?"

Megan bounced on her feet, "Not like an actual TV show," she said. "A web show! Oh, my God! Petsy, it's great! Katie, think about it. It's like Pawn Store but a sex shop! And we're the Pawn Store stars!"

"Wait. Sex shop? Define sex shop," Katie said.

"Much merchandise coming. Free merchandise," Petsy explained. "We liquidate old inventory, rebrand shop, sell sex stuff. Megan and Lucas make many episodes of shop, promote sponsors, shop becomes famous."

"Simple as that, huh?" Charlotte asked.

Petsy shook his head. "Not simple. Is proven business model, though."

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I have so many ideas!" Megan exclaimed.

"Much to do," Petsy said. "Tomorrow, we begin. Megan, please send out newsletter. Shop closed for renovation, online sales still open. I will mark down inventory. Charlotte, you begin sorting new merchandise. Ivan will help. Katie, Tina, you begin clearing shelves and displays of old inventory. Plan is acceptable?"

"Totally," Megan agreed.

"I'm in!" Tina said.

"You keep up that finger work and I'll do anything," Charlotte added.

Everyone looked at Katie. Katie looked at Megan. Katie nodded her head. "You're the boss."

A Family Chat

Tina hadn't fucked her brother for over a day. While Kevin had helped her with her tits and Tina wanted to do it, the uncertainty of what was happening with their parents curbed her appetite for cock. They stayed apart all that night, with Kevin leaving in the morning for work.

Laura, however, took the time to help with Tina's morning breast massage and ointment. The conversation proved enlightening, arousing, and far too short. Tina sat on her bed, topless, when her mother arrived. She hadn't yet dressed for work, instead, wearing panties and a tank top.

"I'm going to miss these little sessions after this week," Laura said as she sat behind her daughter and picked up the ointment.

Tina giggled nervously, saying, "Really? I figured you guys would be happy. I know it makes everyone a little uncomfortable."

Laura lathered her hands in the ointment and groped Tina's tits. "I'll admit, at first it was… different. But these girls have kind of grown on me."

"Hilarious."

"Tina, I'm going to be a little late for work, but we should talk."

Tina stiffened, despite the pleasure of her mother's hands on her tits.

"Okay?"

"I… owe you an apology," Laura said.

"Why?"

"Well, I've been a little wild since your procedure. I guess, in a way, your carefree attitude had an effect on me."

Tina moaned as Laura tugged on her nipples.

"I… I don't mind," she said. "I think it's sexy."

"When I was about your age," Laura said, "something happened with your grandpa."

"Something?"

Laura cupped Tina's tits and ran her slick hands over them, pulling her daughter back against her.

"I got drunk and I gave him a kiss."

"Oh!"

"That was it," Laura said. "Nothing else ever happened. At least, nothing ever happened between us. Something did happen to me, though."

"What?"

Laura stopped her groping but held Tina's tits in her hands as she said, "It gave me this… complex, I guess. I call it a Daddy complex. I get a little… turned on when I think about it."

"That doesn't sound bad. There are lots of women like that, right?"

"There are. Fewer of them act on it. I kind of did, and that's why I owe you an apology."

"I don't follow."

Laura sighed, took her hands off Tina's tits, and wiped them on a towel. "I'm sorry, honey. Let's talk first. Do you mind?"

Tina turned, grasping her mother's hands, and nodded. Laura looked at her shiny tits and blushed.

"It's alright," Tina said. "You can tell me whatever you want."

"The first time I saw your dad touch your… breasts, it did something else to me."

"Flipped your Daddy switch?" Tina asked.

Laura nodded. "Yeah. Big time. I started fantasizing. More than that, though, I… used you, and it was wrong."

"Used me? You didn't use me. I like it when you guys touch me. I think it's really hot."

"Not like that," Laura said. "Like I… encouraged your dad to look and to touch, and I did it because it excited me. That's wrong. It's like a violation. I got this dirty thrill out of watching it, and imagining it going… further. I used you to sexually excite myself. It was shameful and it was wrong, and I want you to know that I'm sorry."

Tina put a hand on her cheek saying, "Aw, Mom. I'm not mad. I get it. I know what you're saying. Really, though, I don't mind."

Laura was silent a moment before she said, "Regardless, I shouldn't have done it. That's not even the worst of it. I also did things… with your dad, and I sort of—"

"Pretended you were me?" Tina offered.

Laura put her face in her hands and said, "I'm such a perv."

"We heard you guys," Tina said as she put her arms around her mother. "Kevin and I. Yesterday."

"I know," Laura wailed. "I wanted you to hear it because I was all hot and bothered!"

Tina laughed. "Hot and bothered? You are such an old lady. If you think you're a perv, well… I guess I need to come clean, too."

"You and Kevin, right?" Laura asked.

"So, you do know?"

"Your dad heard you guys, the other night."

Tina sighed. "Well, you didn't evict us or bring down the hammer, so… what?"

"I don't know," Laura said, wiping her eyes. "I never expected something like this. Neither did your dad."

"Neither did I," Tina admitted. "It just sort of happened."

"Do you have… feelings for him?" Laura asked.

"I mean, I love him like a brother. He's a great guy. I'm not like in love with him. We're just having fun. That's all. If he said he didn't want to do it anymore, I'd be fine with it."

"So he didn't… coerce you? As a condition of paying for your… upgrades?"

"Coerce? No. I offered. He'd have done it either way because you know how Kevin is. Softy."

Laura nodded. "What a mess," she whined.

"It's not a mess," Tina retorted. "I think it's sexy. It's all sexy. I mean, you aren't the only one that's guilty of pushing Dad. I did it, too, and for the same reason."

"You did?"

"Yeah, so I guess I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have teased him so much. That little nervous thing he does, like the 'I'm so responsible and this isn't right, but now I have a hard-on'. I mean, how do you not try to tease him?"

"I know," Laura said. "It's adorable and you can't let it go. It's like poking a toothache. You just have to."

"Okay. I'll settle it right now. Shed your guilt, mother. If you guys want to use me for your dirty deeds, do it. I don't mind. I like it. Girls with big tits are there to have fun with, right?"

"I don't agree one hundred percent," Laura said. "Just because you're… well-endowed doesn't make you a plaything."

"I got huge boobs because I want people to look. I want them to touch. I want them to play with them, have fun with them, and enjoy them. To enjoy me. It turns me on. So, if it helps you, if it helps Dad, I'm all for it. You guys can have all the fun you want with me, even if it's you pretending to be me."

"That's very big of you," Laura said.

"I am a big girl now," Tina said and shook her melons.

"Not exactly what I meant."

"Look, I said it before," Tina said, taking Laura's hands. "Once upon a time, I might have thought it was weird. I don't. I think it's exciting. All of this, how I feel, the things I'm experiencing, they're exciting. I'm literally horny all the time. Whatever you guys want or need, I'm open to it. Let's just be clear on that. I'm open to it. Down for whatever."

"You're too good," Laura said, hugging her.

"Will you keep groping my boobs until I cum now?" Tina asked.

Leaving the shop that evening, Tina was running hot and on a high. She'd never imagined the transition her workplace was making. It all seemed to be coming at just the right time. She'd believed having an epic rack would put her in the same league as Charlotte and Katie with commissions. It was becoming more than that now.

Thanks to Megan's whacky videos, she was something of an internet sensation. Men were pouring money on her daily, and the entire shop was a sexually charged powderkeg. For a girl with big tits, who had gone through life unnoticed and dismissed, it was heady.

To top it off, there was an undercurrent of sexual tension in her home. Her parents had all but given her the green light to bang her brother. Her mother was a closet freak with Daddy fantasies, and there was a real possibility that she'd be the whole family's sex doll. It was just what a girl with big tits should aspire to.

Why it felt so right to be a sexual object of pleasure for her family, Tina wasn't sure. She hadn't given much thought to, nor had much desire to be an incestuous sex toy before. However, that was the old Tina. Tiny Tits Tina. Now she had big tits, and everyone loved big tits. Everyone wanted to touch them, play with them, fuck them, and cum on them.

Girls with big tits were meant to fill that role. They were objects of pleasure, sluts intended for use. It was the natural state of things, and this was a fact that Tina just knew and didn't question. The whole clinic staff had made that clear, and everyone in the clinic was helpful and caring. Tina also knew this and didn't question it.

She bounced into the house, into the living room, and met the combined gazes of her parents. They were snuggling on the couch, much as they had been the night before, similarly attired. They were, however, not freshly fucked. Together they studied her for a moment, questioning looks on their faces.

"What?" she asked.

"What are you wearing?" Laura asked, although it was curiosity and not disapproval in her mother's eyes.

Over the past week, her family had become used to seeing her topless. They'd seen her in her panties, wearing see-through lingerie, and they'd had their hands all over her tits. Tonight, however, Tina had come home wearing the slutty clothes Megan provided from the new merch. This included black pleasers, a mini skirt, and a tight top with the words, "Fuck Doll," across the chest.

"Oh! I got it from work," she crowed. "Isn't it great?"

"Does that say what I think it says?" Brian asked.

"If you think it says Fuck Doll, you're correct."

"Did you get a new job?" Brian asked. "That seems… out of place at Petsy's."

"Oh, gosh! You'll never believe it. It's so great!" Tina cried as she struggled out of the top. When she'd ditched the top and skirt, she wedged herself between her parents. "It's like so crazy!"

She proceeded to explain the changes around the shop. As she did, Laura slipped a hand between Tina's legs and experimentally rubbed her cunt. Tina carried on as if this were commonplace, a flush creeping over her skin and her breathing increasing as she talked.

"A sex shop?" Brian said, his voice gruff with obvious arousal as his wife continued rubbing Tina's cunt.

"Not like a shop where you buy sex," Tina said. "Just an adult store. All the stuff you need to do kinky sex stuff!"

"And people are giving you tips for what? Racy pictures and video clips?" Laura asked.

Tina took her father's hand and placed it on her tits, saying, "It's alright, Daddy. I want you to touch them."

Brian swallowed, looked at his wife, but did not remove his hand. She continued, "Yeah. So, like I made out with Charlotte and someone gave me $50. Oh, and I sent someone else my panties for $100. I did some photos with Katie and showed my boobs. Sometimes they just send tips because they like me."

"How much has this amounted to?" Brian asked as he squeezed her tits.

Tina shifted her cunt back and forth on the cushion and said, "Just over… $4,000?"

"$4,000?" Laura shouted. "Since Friday?"

"Um, yeah?"

"Is Petsy hiring?" she asked.

Brian groaned.

"That wasn't a serious question," Laura added. "In case you're wondering."

She put her hand on Tina's other breast and squeezed.

"Are you guys mad?"

"No," Laura said.

"Not mad," Brian agreed. "You kissed a girl?"

"It's the 21st century, Dad. Girls kiss girls for fun."

"Apparently, they do a lot of things for fun," Brian remarked and took his hand off her breast. "Not to make things… awkward," and he glanced at his wife's hand, "but I know your mom had a talk with you this morning."

"Um, yes? Where's Kevin?"

"Upstairs," Laura said.

"Is he like grounded?"

Brian chuckled. "No. He isn't grounded. We already finished with him."

"Is he dead?" Tina asked.

"He's very much alive," Laura answered.

Tina looked at her father and asked, "Am I grounded, Daddy?"

Brian sighed and said, "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but no. Here's the deal. What happens between you and Kevin, as long as it's something you both want to do, is… acceptable. You're both adults and you can make your own decision. Having our kids in our lives is more important than who they're… intimate with. Besides, we're not in any position to stand on morality, are we? I'm sorry, too."

"Aw, Daddy, it's okay. You just like big boobies. You can have fun with them. Really. It would make mom like super horny." Laura made a little choking noise. Brian shook his head and smiled. "Would it help if I put the shirt back on to like drive the message home?"

"I'd prefer you didn't," Laura said.

Tina lightly jabbed her father in the ribs and said, "You liked it. Admit it. It was a good one."

"What?" Brian asked.

"Sex doll," Tina said. "You totally got a hard-on over that one." Brian blushed. "I heard you, in there having a hot and hard time. You guys probably haven't boned like that in like fifty years."

"I'm not even fifty yet," Brian said.

"Sex doll, sex doll," Tina said again, with her lips to his ear. "Tina's a horny sex doll."

Laura laughed out loud.

"Jesus Christ. I live in a den of sin," Brian grumbled.

"Well, you could spank me for being such a harlot," Tina suggested. "Isn't that what a big, mean Daddy would do?"

Brian's dick visibly jerked and Laura's breathing quickened.

"You two. Both of you," Brian said.

"Oh?" Tina teased. "Two bratty Daddy's girls in need of discipline? How awful for you. Two unruly, horny, cockteasing Daddy's girls with big tits, just begging for Daddy's firm… hand to correct their behavior. Whatever will the man of the house do?"

Brian's cock rose. Laura giggled and said, "You're really very good at this."

"Thanks. I'm winging it."

Laura changed sides, sandwiching Brian between them. She put her lips to his other ear, her hand on his cock, and whispered, "Are we being bad, Daddy?"

"Are we being naughty?" Tina whispered in his other ear and added her hand to his cock.

"Can I pull it out, Daddy?" Laura whispered.

"Can I touch it, Daddy?" Tina asked.

Brian's brain seemed to have frozen. His dick, however, was more than able to transmit the message as it throbbed in their hands. Laura untied his drawstring and tugged. Brian's cock instructed his body to move enough to allow her to access it.

Laura curled her fingers around his prick and gave it a few strokes, before moving her hand to his cheek and letting Tina take over. He flinched when his daughter's warm hand embraced his meat, but Laura turned his face toward her and kissed him. Brian responded, exhaling into his wife's mouth as some of the tension left him.

That is until his prick was engulfed in the wet, warm confines of Tina's mouth. He jerked away from the kiss and gasped, "Tina—"

"Shh," Laura said and drew him back. "It's alright, Daddy," she whispered as her lips teased his. "Let your sex doll take care of you."

Brian, defeated, groaned into his wife's mouth and set his hand on Tina's head. For minutes, the only sounds in the room were those of wet kissing, wet sucking, and a chorus of moans and groans. Tina's pussy was on fire. She needed to cum. It was so close.

She moved her father's hand from her head, placed it on her tit, and encouraged him to squeeze. He got the message. Tina moaned loudly around his cock and sucked it harder. Brian shuddered. It wouldn't be long.

The intense taboo of having his daughter on his cock, with his wife's knowledge and participation was too much. He was a man who had been broken down and offered pleasure that was impossible to resist. Now that he'd given in, the heat of the moment was overwhelming him.

Tina almost squealed around his prick as she went off, the pleasure in her tits finally pushing her over the edge. After the whole day at work, surrounded by slutty girls, only to come home to this finally did it. When Brian ejaculated in her mouth, it made it all the better.

Convincing Katie

Working without panties kept Katie acutely aware of her cunt all day and into the evening. While she worked alongside Tina, carefully emptying shelves, she was conscious of her every movement. Bending too far meant flashing her bare pussy to the rest of her coworkers. Busy with their own tasks, she was sure none of them were really paying attention. Knowing that they could see her pussy and how wet it was, was enough to cause a continual distraction.

Petsy and Megan sat at the counter, sketching out plans for the new layout. Charlotte, working with Ivan, brought boxes of new merchandise out for sorting. While she reluctantly climbed a stepladder to hand Tina down items from an overstock shelf, Tina giggled. When Katie looked down, her coworker held her phone in her hand.

"Tina!" Katie snapped.

"Couldn't help myself," Tina said. "It's a view."

"Delete that."

"You're no fun," Tina whined.

"If you want upskirt shots, just turn around," Katie said, pointing to Charlotte.

Charlotte leaned over a box, sipping from a water bottle, while Ivan stood behind her admiring the view. Katie dropped off the ladder, saying, "Why don't you do the handing down?"

Tina shrugged and took Katie's place on the ladder. A crack echoed across the floor and Charlotte yelped.

"Is that a compliment in the Old Country?" she asked Ivan as she rubbed her ass.

"Is punishment for temptation," he said.

"I call it foreplay," Charlotte shot back.

Katie sighed. Charlotte fit right in with this whole crazy scheme. How was it so easy for her to just let it go?

"Katie?" Tina called.

"Huh?"

Tina stood on the ladder with a box.

"Oh. Sorry."

"A lot of confidence, right?" Tina said. "Charlotte?"

"I could say the same about you," Katie remarked. "Since you… went big."

"Yeah. I guess so. You know, I always thought the same about you."

Katie took another box and asked, "Why?"

"You and Charlotte were always flaunting your stuff. It was just so easy for you."

"It was just a little flirting. Now it's… different."

Tina descended the ladder and cracked her back. "That's one thing I didn't expect. The back pain. These things are heavy."

Charlotte and Ivan walked toward the back, but Megan stopped them at the counter.

"Charlotte," she said.

"Yeah?"

"When do you want to schedule your Maximizer consultation? I have the schedule up."

"ASAP. What do they have?"

"Wednesday afternoon?"

"Book it!" Charlotte said.

Megan did it, Charlotte walked away, and then she beckoned Katie over. Tina followed.

"Katie, I want to put us in for our consultation on Wednesday, too."

"Megs, I already told you. I'm not getting a boob job."

Megan nodded and asked, "Show of hands. Who here wants to see Katie go a little bigger?"

Megan raised her hand. Tina followed suit. Petsy's hand shot up.

"It can't hurt just to go talk to them, right?" Megan asked.

"But—"

"Katie, customers like large breasts. Tina's breasts get more tips," Petsy said. "You will get large breasts?"

"They're already big!" Katie protested.

"Not like sex doll big," Tina remarked, jiggling her jugs.

"But I don't want to look like a… a sex doll!" Katie whined.

"You could just do the implants," Tina suggested. "They're great!"

Katie grumbled, "Fine. We can go talk to them. That doesn't mean I'm doing it."

"Wednesday it is!" Megan cried.

Katie shook her head, turned to Tina, and said, "Can you start on the next unit? I'm going to grab more cartons."

Tina saluted. Katie brushed past Megan, who reached out and grabbed her arm. She pulled Katie close and kissed her lips softly, saying, "Thanks for going with me. It won't be so scary if we do it together."

Her hand slid down Katie's side and gripped her bottom beneath her skirt.

"Y… yeah," Katie stammered.

Megan smiled and released her, allowing Katie to hurry into the back. She banked toward the rear of the warehouse, where they stacked empty plastic cartons. Then she heard the sounds. Flesh on flesh, slapping, wet. A grunt. A quiet moan.

She changed course, following the sounds. Near the dock, where they'd stacked the new merch, Ivan had Charlotte bent over a stack of boxes. His hand was on her neck, holding her head down against one of them as he thrust into her. His other hand gripped her ass.

Charlotte whimpered with arousal as their bodyguard swiftly pumped her cunt.

"Teasing little bitch," he hissed. "Tempting slut."

"Rape me," Charlotte whispered back. "Rape me harder."

Ivan applied more pressure to her head, crushing in the top of the box as he sawed his prick in and out. Katie stood in the shadows, watching the friend of Jesus batter Charlotte's fuckhole. For nearly a minute, she watched, her pussy rooting her to the spot as her coworker begged to be raped. When Ivan growled in his throat and shoved his cock into her with one last, violent thrust, Katie backed away.

She hurried into the storage room, leaning against a stack of cartons, her blood rushing. Her breathing was so loud in her head that she knew they could hear her. They'd know she'd seen. Ivan would know. He might force her down and fuck her into silence, leaving her filled with another load of goo, just like Charlotte.

She touched her pussy. That was what it wanted. It wanted attention. As another minute passed, Katie became aware of what she was doing and pulled her fingers away. They were so wet.

***

Katie was an irresponsible manager. A responsible manager didn't stand by and watch as their coworker was raped in the back room. They didn't hide in the shadows with a wet cunt, touching themselves as it happened.

She understood that, while Charlotte may have said the words, "rape me," it hadn't been an actual rape. Charlotte wanted it to happen. If it had truly been something that happened against her will, Charlotte would have screamed for help.

Katie, however, should have put a stop to it. It was a step too far. The staff were being sexualized, yes. The staff were being groped, objectified, and used for the profit of the shop. They were taking it further by converting the shop into a sex shop.

Charlotte in particular had been a magnet for the sexual attention of Petsy, who was now regularly pushing his fingers into her cunt. Tonight was a step too far, though. Charlotte had been fucked in the shop. A girl who Katie was beginning to see as something of a friend, had been sexually violated, and Katie hadn't done a thing to help.

Katie had done the opposite of help. She'd gotten wet in the cunt watching it happen. She'd even had a brief fantasy of the same thing happening to her. It was an uncomfortably familiar feeling, akin to Joey's molestations.

Charlotte showed little sign of what had taken place in the back room. After Katie left with her cartons, Charlotte and Ivan returned with more boxes. Charlotte was flushed but showed no distress, further cementing Katie's belief it was something she'd wanted. That being the case, why did she feel distressed about it? Why should Charlotte's cockteasing, pushed too far and resulting in someone taking advantage of her, bother Katie?

It was the noise, she reasoned. Katie was, even now, thinking about the lack of noise she'd felt while watching Charlotte. It wasn't so much what happened to Charlotte that bothered Katie. It was what had happened to her.

Every day, being sexualized and objectified was becoming more normal. Her own sister was regularly touching her, kissing her, and pushing her right in front of the public and their coworkers. No one raised a concern or objection about it. There was incestuous flirting, a clear sexual relationship between herself and Megan, happening in public view, and no one stepped in.

It made Katie self-conscious. She was the only person with any reservations about these things, and it made her feel like an outsider. Therefore, it must be her who was different. Something must be wrong with her. Even Lucas, the resident representation of morality said nothing about any of it.

This constant battle with the noise in her head was wearing her down. The only time it went away was in her heightened state of arousal, when the feelings in her cunt drowned out the noise. There had to be some way to make it stop completely. She was so tired of the noise.

She glanced at Megan, who tapped at her phone, asking, "Are you still working?"

"Talking to Lucas," Megan said. "We're working on a format for these episodes. So, we're going to create two versions of each one. There will be a safer, sanitized version that's available for free. Then, we'll have a subscriber-only version with behind-the-scenes footage called 'The Back Room'."

Katie tensed. The Back Room? Did Megan know, somehow, what happened to Charlotte?

"Why The Back Room?" she asked.

"Sounds cool, right? You have another idea?"

Katie shook her head. "Megs, something happened back there tonight."

Megan stopped tapping and asked, "What?"

"I… saw Charlotte and Ivan… in the back."

"Yeah. They were moving boxes out."

"No. I mean, I saw them… doing it."

"Oh! Really? Shit, we need to put cameras in there! Oh, my God! That's literally the perfect Back Room content!"

"Are you really going to put stuff… like that on these episodes?" Katie asked.

Even thinking about it, imagining a video like that going public, had an effect on the noise. It dulled. It quieted because Katie's cunt got excited by the idea.

"I don't want to stage it, but if it happens organically, I think it will be perfect! Was it like really hot? She was really laying on the teasing all day."

"Megs, it's not… normal. People shouldn't be doing that at work. It's different from a little flirting, or showing off for tips, or even riding the Bronco."

"That's why it works," Megan said. "Because it's out of the ordinary. People don't watch our videos and support the shop because it's normal, Katie. They do it because it's exciting, different, and sexy."

"But—"

Megan slid her hand onto Katie's leg, and then further, between Katie's legs. Katie parted them and let Megan's fingers rub her cunt.

"Don't listen to the noise, Katie," she said, leaning over to kiss Katie's cheek. "You just let me handle it. All you need to do is listen to me, okay? You feel good when you don't listen to the noise, right?"

Katie swallowed audibly. The noise dulled even more. Was that all it took? A sexy girl rubbing her cunt, and suddenly that made it all okay? Megan was right about one thing. It did feel better to listen to her cunt, than it did to listen to the noise.

"You're all hot Katie," Megan whispered. "You need help, don't you? It will feel better when we get home. We can take off our clothes, just like last night. It will be really hot. You'd like that, right? You'd like to be all sweaty and naked with me again?"

"Yeah," Katie whispered as Megan's fingers squished in her pussy.

"You forgot something tonight," Megan whispered. "Do you know what it is?"

Katie shook her head.

"Your sexy little panties. How come you didn't ask for your wet panties back, Katie?"

Megan was right. Katie had completely forgotten about her panties. She'd left the shop in the "Easy Lay" top with no panties. Why?

"I… I just forgot," Katie said.

"Uh, uh," Megan whispered. "It's because you're a good girl and you know I want to be able to touch your sweet little pussy whenever I want. Just like this. Isn't that why? You wanted me to touch your pretty pussy?"

Katie wasn't certain that was the reason she'd done it. It could have been, however. It made a sort of sense. Megan did touch her pussy in the car quite often now. She did like Megan touching her pussy. It was a sure way to get rid of the noise, and it did make Katie feel good.

"Think about it, Katie," Megan whispered. "If we make this a success, we can leave. You and me. We can get our own place and make it as sexy as we want it to be. You can walk around the house naked with me all the time, and we won't need anyone else."

Katie moaned as Megan pushed a finger up her cunt and kissed her neck, saying, "Just think about it."

Katie had thought about it. She'd thought about it a lot. It was exactly what she wanted Megan to consider and get on board with. Freedom from Joey.

Only a few days ago, Megan had been doubtful about the idea. Megan, however, was also changing. She was shedding the giggly, bimbo schoolgirl and… maturing, somehow. This whole crazy reaction to her videos was having an effect on her.

Megan was still a giggly bimbo, and she was still caught up in what was sexy. However, she was also hooked on making it work. She'd all but ditched her ditzy friends, and now she spent day and night at the shop, fixated on creating, driving traffic, amassing an audience, and monetizing every interaction.

Impossibly, Megan had a hidden drive and an innate ability to know what would catch attention. She understood how to turn that attention into revenue. Once she'd realized it was her ideas, her talent that were doing it, she'd latched onto it. Now it was opening her up to a world in which she could control what happened to her, and she didn't need to rely on Joey for anything.

While she wasn't all the way there, she was beginning to see it. It was what Katie had wanted. All Katie had to do was get on board and make the noise stop. It could happen.

Soon, it could be the two of them, without Joey. She could spend every night like she had last night, in Megan's arms. They could writhe, naked and sweaty in bed together. Megan would tease her to the point she wanted to explode, tell her she was good, and they would be happy.

"I want to do it," Katie said.

Megan removed her hand from Katie's cunt and held it to Katie's mouth, saying, "Good girl, Katie. I love you so much."

Katie put out her tongue and licked the taste of herself from Megan's fingers as the words burned into her brain.

***

Megan bounced into the house with her seemingly endless energy. Katie followed, her pussy yearning for another touch and the eventual release. However, Megan did not immediately make for the stairs and the bedroom. Instead, she followed the sounds of the TV and plopped herself in Joey's lap.

"Hey, princess!" Joey cried and wrapped her in his arms. "You guys are really putting in the hours, huh?"

"Yeah! There's so much going on," Megan said.

Then Megan put her hand on Joey's head and drew him in, kissing him passionately. Joey's hand slid down her body, pressing between her legs and rubbing. Katie, standing a few feet away, burned. A cold fire welled up and made her throat tighten.

That wasn't supposed to be Joey's kiss. It was supposed to be hers. Katie believed that Megan would tell Joey to go pound sand again, and they'd be in bed together. Instead, Megan was letting Joey touch her, letting Joey please her, and giving him what was Katie's.

The kiss went on for several seconds, with Joey's hand stroking Megan's pussy through her panties. Katie held back tears that threatened to break. She must have made a noise because Megan broke the kiss and looked her way.

"What's wrong, Katie?" she asked.

Katie didn't want to say it out loud. It would make her sound desperate and jealous. The problem was that she was desperate and jealous.

"I just thought—" she said and nodded toward the stairs, hoping Megan would get the message, sense her displeasure, and feel her need.

"What?" Megan asked again, seemingly oblivious.

"You know," Katie said, nodding toward the stairs again.

Megan slid off Joey's lap and took Katie in her arms, pressing her body against her. Her sister's hand slipped to the back of Katie's neck, where she gripped her hair firmly, tipping Katie's head back and commanding her to kneel. The flash of jealousy couldn't withstand the in-built need to follow the unspoken command. Katie sank to her knees, that strange rush of pleasure at her compliance turning the cold fire into a hot one.

Megan leaned down, nuzzling Katie's nose and putting a soft kiss on her lips.

"I know," she whispered. "I just want you to do something for me first. Do you want to do something sexy for me?"

Megan's other hand fingered Katie's collar. While she didn't say anything, just the small action brought back those words from last night. You belong to me. The words had made Katie feel safe and loved.

It wasn't that Megan actually owned her. She didn't belong to Megan in the sense that she was a… a pet. That was ridiculous. Even Megan admitted that sisters aren't pets. Megan had only been expressing her desire to be with Katie, not claiming dominance over her. Hadn't she?

Katie, however, did want to do something for Megan. She needed to. Keeping Megan on her side was vital to their escape, and meant Megan being happy. Making Megan happy also made Katie happy, so, yes, she could do something for Megan.

"Yeah," she whispered.

Megan brushed her lips across Katie's again as she whispered, "I promise it will feel really good. It will be so sexy."

Megan joined Katie on her knees, moving behind her, where she slid one hand over Katie's tit and the other between her legs. While her fingers worked at Katie's wet pussy, she whispered, "I want to watch you cum."

Katie nodded her head. She could do that. She wanted to do that.

"I want to watch Joey's cock spread you open, and go really deep until you cum on it," Megan whispered. "Would you like that? Would you like to do that for me?"

Katie shuddered. She looked up at Joey's stupid face, his smug smirk, and the fat bulge in his shorts. She was torn. Joey's cock would feel good, and it would make her cum. The problem was that it was attached to Joey, which made it awful.

However, it would make Megan happy because Megan had a perverse fascination with watching Katie fuck. She almost seemed to enjoy it more than actually fucking Joey herself. Megan thought it was sexy, watching Joey's fat cock split her open, or watching Katie take his thick length down her throat. If Katie did it, it would make Megan happy, make Katie cum, and it might Keep Joey from fucking Megan. All of those things tipped the balance of Megan's affection toward Katie, and all Katie had to do was sacrifice a little dignity, which she'd already done so many times.

Katie nodded.

"Good girl," Megan whispered and she stood.

Her sister gripped Katie's collar and gave it a gentle tug. Rather than stand, Katie fell forward, on her hands and knees, and allowed Megan to lead her to Joey. Megan knelt beside her and put her hand on Joey's waistband.

"You help," Megan whispered.

Katie reached out and put her hand on the other side, and together they pulled Joey's shorts down. His cock bobbed in front of them. Megan put her hand around the base, her other hand on the back of Katie's neck, and said, "Suck."

Katie opened her mouth. Megan raised Joey's meat. Katie put her mouth on the head of it and suckled, her lips tightening as she gently worked his knob over the way she knew he liked. Megan groaned and said, "Katie, it's so sexy. Oh, my God."

Megan's hand left Joey's cock and she pulled on the hem of Katie's top, slowly drawing it up and over her head. Joey's cock popped out of Katie's mouth until the top had been removed, and then Megan guided her back to it.

"That's so good, Katie," Megan whispered. "You look so cute."

Joey's hand settled on her head, guiding her up and down his prick. Megan, meanwhile, fished in her purse. Katie heard plastic crinkle, and then Megan drew Katie's arms behind her back. She put them into a set of furry cuffs, restraining them. Katie whimpered but Megan just put her hand between Katie's legs, and her lips to Katie's ear.

"Shh," she shushed her. "Suck. Stop listening to the noise, Katie."

Katie opened her mouth wider as Joey slowly pushed her head down his cock. Megan, with her fingers in Katie's cunt, moaned out loud. Katie took his cock as far as the angle would allow, nearly getting it to the base. With her tongue out, she drooled into his crotch as he held her there, his dick flexing in her throat.

Katie could hear her wet pussy on Megan's fingers as her excitement grew. The pleasure built. Megan's hand withdrew from her pussy. Joey let her up, and as he did, Megan took hold of her and pulled her mouth from their stepfather's cock.

Megan kissed her, pushing her tongue into Katie's mouth as she stroked her hair. When the kiss broke, Megan stood, pulling Katie up by her collar and turning her around. She put her head against Katie's, saying, "Show me how sexy you look with your pretty pussy full of cock."

The noise, barely a whisper now, went silent as Joey took hold of Katie's hips and lowered her onto his wet prick. Katie gasped in pleasure as he parted her folds, sank into her pussy, and she began her descent.

Megan kissed her again as Joey's thick member filled her up, spreading her open and making her body tremble. She sank to the root, taking his whole length and spreading her legs to either side of his. Like this, with her back to him, and Megan so close, it was more tolerable. She didn't have to look at him. She could almost pretend that he was just a fat dick that she and Megan were using for their mutual pleasure.

Megan squeezed one of her tits and put her tongue back into Katie's mouth as Joey rocked her back and forth on his lap. The kiss lasted only moments before Megan broke it and knelt in front of them. Her tongue flicked out, brushing Katie's excited button and nearly putting her over the edge.

"Oh, my God, Katie. You're so full. It's so sexy."

Joey stayed silent, other than his heavy breathing, perhaps sensing whatever had possessed Megan and not wanting to ruin the spell. Megan's breath was hot and erratic against Katie's cunt as Joey began to slowly lift her up his cock and lower her back down. Katie's body spasmed with each stroke of his fat tool into her, while Megan sat on her knees, enrapt.

Every few strokes, Megan would lick again, tickling Katie's cunt or clit with her tongue, and delighting in the way it made Katie almost lose control. Katie stared down at her, watching the obvious pleasure on Megan's face and her sister's hand working between her legs.

Katie's legs began to weaken, both from the repetitive motion and her imminent pleasure. Megan put her hands on them and went at her cunt in earnest, flicking Katie's clit back and forth.

"Fuck…" Katie groaned. "Oh, fuck!"

Megan hummed happily and kept at it, driving Katie to the brink, and then over. Joey began lifting her faster, slamming her back down on his cock until Katie's whole body quivered and she gave in.

"Oh, my God," Megan whispered as it happened. "Oh, my fucking God, Katie. That's so good."

Good was an understatement. Katie cried out and went rigid as she came. In almost the same instant, Megan stood and jammed her tongue back into Katie's mouth, holding her by the back of the head and sharing the pleasure with her.

When it passed, Katie was ready for another. The noise was gone, replaced by the need for another wave. Joey, somehow, hadn't cum yet. He was still throbbing and hard inside her.

Megan, however, had gotten whatever she needed out of it. She put her lips to Katie's ear and whispered, "I want to take you upstairs. That was so hot, Katie. You're such a good girl."

The swell of pride Katie felt tightened her throat. Megan fished in her purse again, produced the leash she'd used earlier in the day, and clipped it to Katie's collar.

"Come," she said and gently tugged the leash.

Katie stood on wobbly legs, Joey's wet meat sliding out of her with a groan of reluctance from their stepfather. Joey, however, did not raise a protest when Megan led her away. He hadn't cum, and Megan didn't care. Megan had denied him that release in favor of being with Katie.

For Katie, it was another sign of Megan's power. She'd been able to do something Katie had never managed. She'd been able to control Joey. Twice.

Still so hot between the legs, Katie followed her sister, watching Megan's bottom sway as they climbed the steps. Instead of Katie's room, they entered Megan's, where Megan shut the door.

"Just us," she said as she wiggled out of her clothes.

She pulled Katie toward the bed, where she guided her to her knees. Megan sat on the edge, spread her legs, and gently pushed Katie's face into her cunt. She held the leash in her hand, moaning softly as Katie licked.

"I love you, Katie," she whispered as Katie pleasured her pussy.

My Favorite Rape Hole

Charlotte had tried rough consensual sex before. While it had a certain enjoyment, it always lacked the real thrill of being fucked with no discussion of consent whatsoever. Tonight's encounter with Ivan had given her a little something that took the edge off.

She'd figured it was only a matter of time before flashing her cunt and broadcasting her availability would pay off. However, she'd expected it to come from Petsy's direction. The old man was always playing with her cunt these days, helping himself to it without a word. While being fucked by Petsy also wasn't quite the same as a good rape, it did scratch that itch of being made to do something disgusting.

Ivan, however, she'd expected to take a while. Even knowing that he'd done time over a sexual assault, he'd still done his job as a protector. Customers who would otherwise have been very hands-on were deterred by the imposing foreigner.

Cockteasing him, she knew, would eventually break him down. She just hadn't expected it to happen so fast. It had been a quick thing, but it had also been a thrill. Ivan hadn't asked for it. He hadn't flirted or made a pass.

One moment, they'd been working, and the next he'd forced her over a stack of boxes and jammed his prick inside her. There had been no threats as he'd fucked her, and he hadn't been overly rough. Despite those things, she'd nearly managed to cum from it. He'd understood the message and he'd been man enough to take advantage of it.

Because of those things, Charlotte was in good spirits when she parked in her usual spot. There was no van and no kidnappers, however. It was a little disappointing, but not altogether unexpected. So far, her blackmailers had never used the same strategy twice. It was always something new.

Charlotte's feelings toward them still remained sour, however. She understood Samantha's point, and she even agreed with it. Blackmailing rapists should not care about how their victims felt. Agreeing with it and getting over it, though, were proving to be two different things.

Pantiless and horny, Charlotte let herself into the apartment wondering if they'd come for her tonight. She was met with a familiar sound, one which she'd lived only two nights ago. It was the sound of a party, the voices of horny men and angry women, as well as the sound of her own groans. On the TV was the video from the party.

Someone poured a beer over her head as they fucked her face, and the sight of it stopped Charlotte in her tracks. The familiar shame and arousal crept up her body as she watched this stranger jam his cock into her mouth, while a jar slowly filling with jizz hung from her neck. Samantha groaned audibly from the couch, but the groan sounded muffled.

She could see the back of her sister's head above the couch and hear, low and rumbling, the buzz of a vibrator. She took a step closer.

"Sam?" she called.

Samantha's groans turned to incoherent mumbling. She sounded gagged. Charlotte rounded the couch.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed.

Samantha's eyes were wide and afraid but lusty and confused. It was the look she always had when she watched the videos or Charlotte's rapes. Her sister was gagged with a black cloth, and her hands were bound in front of her, clutching a white vibrating wand. Her legs were splayed, tied to the coffee table.

Electric fire jolted through Charlotte's body and she went rigid as she fell forward. Someone caught her, drove her to the floor, and pressed her head to the carpet. The taser. She'd been hit with the taser.

A body lay on top of her, a pair of legs spreading hers as her assailant pushed his cock into her. Charlotte, still stunned, couldn't even gasp as the rapist's thick member burrowed into her insides. She knew that cock, though. It was the man.

He held her by the neck, repeatedly jamming his prick into her with hard thrusts. Gradually, the stun of the taser wore off and Charlotte began to move, humping back against him, slowly at first.

"That's it, Rape Hole," said the robotic voice. "Show me what a disgusting slut you are. You brain-damaged little fuck hole. Take it. Cum for me."

Charlotte whimpered and tried to wiggle away. The man jammed the taser against Samantha's leg and her sister jolted in shock.

"Don't fuck with me, jizz junkie," he growled. "I'll stick this thing up her cunt and jolt her until her brain fries!"

"No!" Charlotte cried, the fear kicking in. "Just rape me! Please! Rape me!"

The man angrily stuffed his cock into her, bouncing his hips off her ass and driving her forward across the carpet, inch by inch.

"Who's my favorite rape hole?" he hissed.

"Me!"

"Stop your fucking bitching and do what you're told. We'll fuck your needy cunt when we feel like it. We'll bring used pussy over here and fuck it on top of you if we want. You understand?"

"Yes!"

The man jammed the taser into her side and jolted her again, one quick electric punch that made her buck with pain. Tears broke, rolling hot down her cheek as he continued pounding her cunt. He did it until Charlotte quaked and came.

"Fuck yeah. Cry for me and cum Rape Hole."

He drove his prick into her to the balls and groaned as he delivered his load into the condom he wore. With a heavy breath, he pulled his cock out of her, snapped off the sheath, and pressed it back up her cunt.

"Say cheese, Rape Hole," he growled and Charlotte heard the sound of a phone camera. "Post that on your Instashare before morning."

With that, he left the apartment, leaving the door open. Charlotte staggered to her feet, her body numb from the two zaps, but flooded with the aftershock of a welcome orgasm. She stumbled, caught herself on the coffee table, and straddled Samantha. She could feel the vibrations from the wand buzzing through her sister's body.

Instead of untying her, though, Charlotte pulled off her top, removed the gag from Samantha's mouth, and pushed her tongue down her throat. Samantha moaned, trapped by Charlotte's weight and her bonds. She ground her cunt against her sister as the man's filthy goo poured into Samantha's lap.

The man had come. He'd been cruel, a touch violent, and used her perfectly. He cared. He didn't need to say it. He'd cared enough to show up all alone and rape her. It had been the perfect way to end the night.

After Hours

All hands were on deck at the shop the next morning. Not only were the regular hands present and ready to work on the makeover, they had help. Before the girls even arrived, a crew of five men had set up tables in the store's lot, and they were systematically removing old inventory from the shelves. As soon as a unit was clear, they dismantled it and continued with the next.

Petsy waddled through the operation, barking in his native tongue when Megan and Katie arrived.

"Who are they?" Katie asked as she stopped Petsy.

"Nephews," Petsy said. "They will handle units. You and Tina will assist customers outside."

"Outside? The tables?"

Petsy nodded. "Customers will still come. Sell all old inventory. Everything goes. I trust you to decide price."

"You do?"

"You are good girl, Katie," Petsy said and patted her ass beneath her skirt.

Katie blushed as Megan snapped a photo of her boss molesting her. The words did not produce the same calming effect as when Megan said them, but they still caused Katie's pussy to inject her with good feelings.

"I want you to wear these today," Megan said, presenting her with the white pleasers and a new top.

Katie already wore her Kans shirt, which was embarrassing enough. She unfolded the new one and her blush deepened. Good Girl, it read. Katie warily eyed Petsy's many gruff-looking nephews and asked, "Can I put it on in back? Please?"

"We can make a trade," Megan suggested with a sexy smile.

"But I'm—" Katie lowered her voice. "I'm not wearing panties."

Megan giggled. She'd gotten Katie so wet in the cunt that morning after they showered, that Katie had agreed to forego panties for the day.

"I can fix that," Megan suggested. "You can change the top in back, and I can give you panties that I like."

Katie nodded. She would much prefer to wear panties with all these people around. She followed Megan to the back room, but not before Megan picked out a pair of panties from the new boxes of merchandise on the floor.

Safely out of sight, Katie pulled off the top and put the new one on.

"Sit on the desk," Megan ordered.

Katie sat and Megan pushed her legs apart.

"Just one little taste before we put this away," she said and leaned in to lick Katie's cunt.

Katie jerked in response and glanced at the door. Megan knelt and slipped the panties over Katie's feet, sliding them up and nuzzling them against her pussy.

"What is that?" Katie asked.

There was something rubbery and bulky in the crotch of the panties, something that was curved to hug her slit.

"That's what I like," Megan said and Katie heard something click in her hand.

"Oh!" Katie yelped as the panties began to vibrate.

"This will be so sexy," Megan said as she put a swift kiss on Katie's lips.

Katie was not so sure it would be fun. It was painfully similar to the belt, which had vibrated her twat at work for days. The panties were not restrictive in the same way, of course, but Katie already knew what they'd do to her. By the end of the day, she'd be a horny mess and unable to think straight.

"One last touch," Megan said and removed Katie's collar.

It was an odd sensation, not having the thing around her neck. Even when she wasn't working, she'd worn it. Being without it now, even for a moment, felt… wrong. Megan, however, had a solution to this feeling. She slipped a new collar around Katie's neck, likely from the abundance of kinkwear that had come in. The new collar was slimmer and actually more comfortable.

There were, however, a couple of differences. The first of these became apparent with a small click. The collar had a lock, and Megan draped the key around her neck. It fell, glittering, between her breasts. The second was a charm, which Katie could feel against her neck but couldn't see.

Katie tugged at the collar, fingering the lock, and said, "Megs—" with a slight note of panic.

Megan put a finger on her lips, saying, "It's adorable. I love it."

Between the vibrating panties and the delicious kiss Megan then planted on her lips, Katie soon decided the lock was not such a big deal. It was only temporary, surely, one of Megan's little moments of pleasure. Seeing how excited it made her, how happy, made Katie feel warm inside.

"We should get out there," Megan said. "We can play later, okay?"

Katie nodded and slid off the desk, following her sister out onto the floor. Petsy stood with Charlotte and Tina, directing them. As Katie approached, Petsy cocked his head. Charlotte and Tina raised brows.

"Hot," Charlotte said.

"Wow!" Tina exclaimed. "Are there more? Like ones with other stuff on them?"

"Shirts?" Katie asked. "Yeah. Lots of them."

"Oh, shirts we have covered, babe," Charlotte said. "These."

She lifted the tag on Katie's collar. Katie blinked and asked, "What… what does it say?"

"You didn't even look?" Tina asked.

"No, I— Megan—"

Charlotte reached into her purse and produced a compact mirror. Katie took it. She turned crimson as she whirled toward Megan. Her sister was already on a stool, working on her laptop.

Katie opened her mouth to say something. The little tag, pink, in the shape of a heart, had a single word. Pet. Katie was not a pet. They'd agreed on that. Sisters were not sexy little pets. When Katie opened her mouth, however, all that came out was a small moan as the intensity of the vibrating panties went up substantially.

She pushed her hand to her crotch.

"That was kind of my reaction, too," Charlotte said. "Let's go get some."

She took Tina by the hand and the two of them, giggling stupidly, approached Megan at the counter.

"Customers soon," Petsy said. "You and Tina will go outside."

Katie swallowed her protest and shuffled toward the door. She could address the issue with Megan later. Soon, Tina joined her at the tables.

"Glam, right?" Tina said, showing off her own collar.

Sex Doll. Tina, however, had the key to hers around her neck. Katie felt hot, looking at the key. Tina could take the collar off whenever she wanted. Katie, though, would have to ask. She might have to beg. Like a pet. She might have to do something else for Megan, something a little sexy, like another trade.

Between the collar, its implications, and the vibrating panties, Katie was distracted. The vibrations changed frequently, becoming low and teasing before ratcheting up to higher levels that rumbled in her head.

Throughout the day, Lucas or Megan popped out of the shop to catch a few clips of Tina and Katie helping customers. Ivan hovered near the tables, keeping the molestation to a minimum. He did not, however, step in to save Katie from Megan's petting or kissing.

Mid-morning, Charlotte brought out stools for Katie and Tina to relieve their feet. They did nothing to relieve the ache in Katie's cunt, however, which only intensified when the nubs on the seats drove the vibrating panties against her pussy. The result was that Katie suffered from the humiliation of the suggestive collar, as well as the annoyingly pleasant vibrations in her pussy.

As the day wore on, the shop gradually emptied out. They'd managed to offload a fair bit of old inventory, stacking cash, though there was still a great deal left. The old shelving units gave way to newer displays, and more pallets came into the dock. Charlotte, Megan, and Petsy were busy sorting until Petsy finally called a halt to action in the late afternoon.

With the help of his nephews, Tina and Katie broke down the tables and moved the operation inside. Petsy then locked the shop and gathered them around.

"Is good progress," he said. "Everyone works very hard. Tomorrow, girls take off. Rest. See doctors about large breasts."

"I don't mind coming in," Tina volunteered. "I'm already maximized! Besides, I feel bad for missing out on so much last week."

Petsy nodded. "Is good. Tina, you are good girl."

The staff dispersed. Megan stopped Lucas, asking, "Do you want to text later and talk about today's footage?"

Lucas glanced at Charlotte and said, "I can't. I've got a… a thing tonight."

Charlotte nudged him in the ribs and said, "Lucas and his friends are getting a hot strip show from my sister. Of course, if she gets a look at that log in his pants he may be getting more than he bargained for."

"Strip show?" Tina said. "You are getting a strip show?"

Lucas blushed, saying, "Well, it's for my friend. He's going away for school soon and… we wanted to do something fun for him."

"We should totally crash it!" Megan cried.

"What?" Said Katie.

"Crash it?" Lucas asked.

"It would be perfect," Megan said. "Just think about it, Lucas. Petsy's Pets After Hours! It's the best Back Room content!"

Lucas asked, "Why would you guys want to come?"

"Why would you not want four hot girls to come?" Megan retorted.

"You don't think it would be… boring?" Lucas asked.

"You don't think we could make it not boring?" Megan said.

"If you want to, I guess," Lucas said with a shrug. "Charlotte already said she's not going."

"Well, I'd go," Tina said. "If we're all doing it. I think it sounds cute."

Charlotte said, "I mean if we're all doing it, I'm kind of obligated. I suppose it's a good opportunity to corrupt Lucas and further twist him to suit our aims."

Everyone looked at Katie. Katie did not especially want to attend a party full of young men she didn't know. However, she couldn't let down the shop.

"Okay," she agreed. "But I am not a stripper. Neither are any of you."

"Yes, mother," Tina said. "Doesn't mean I'm not pulling out the girls, though."

"As long as you don't come between Sam and her cash," Charlotte said.

"Are you kidding? I'm doing it for the lols. Everyone loves to look at my tits!" Tina said and bounced her melons.

***

Charlotte set Samantha's gear near the door and returned to her sister's room, where Samantha was doing her hair. Her sister glanced at her in the mirror and asked, "Is that what you're wearing?"

Charlotte was dressed in her typical fair. The skirt was a micro mini, providing easy access. She wore the black pleasers from work, both for the sexy factor and the stripper theme. Her hair was loose, her nails painted black with silver sparkles, and her toes the same color. She sported the "Ask me About my Cunt" top for a conversation starter.

"Yeah?" she replied. "Why?"

"Give me a minute," Samantha said.

While Charlotte waited, she checked in on My Favorite Rape Hole to get herself in a sexy mood. There was a video of yesterday's rape, taken from the camera in the living room. She lazily rubbed her cunt through her panties as she watched the man hit her with the taser and force her to the ground.

Samantha came out of her room, went into Charlotte's, and came back with another top. She threw it on Charlotte's head, saying, "That one."

Charlotte unfolded the shirt. Rape Me.

"You don't think it's a little direct for this kind of party?" Charlotte asked.

"You said they're a bunch of nerdy Jesus freaks, right? Subtly is uncalled for. Besides, just imagine if you pulled it off and got five horny Christian boys to gang-rape you in front of all your coworkers. It would be like your biggest win ever."

Samantha did have a point. Charlotte pulled off her top and replaced it with the new one. Samantha nuzzled her nose and said, "Now don't you just look like the most adorable, rapeable little fuck hole."

"You're just saying that. I'm gonna blush."

"Almost ready," Samantha said and retreated back to her room.

When she returned, she carried a small pack of cellophane, which she unwrapped. She took something from it and placed it on her tongue.

"Open your mouth," she said to Charlotte.

"Sounds like a request," Charlotte said.

Samantha slapped her across the face and said, "Open your fucking mouth, you disgusting tramp."

Charlotte opened her mouth. Samantha put a small dot on her tongue.

"Someone's fucking you tonight," she said. "and this will make sure you get off whether it's consensual or not. Just let that melt."

"X?" Charlotte asked.

Samantha winked. "Who says I don't care about your good time?"

***

Charlotte was just beginning to feel the love of the universe when they arrived at a bi-level home just outside of town. The expansive gravel drive was filled with cars, including Katie's and Tina's. Her coworkers stood outside with Lucas, who seemed as nervous as ever. Perhaps even more so.

She stumbled toward them, having difficulty on the uneven terrain with the precarious pleasers. Samantha moved along it with studied grace.

"There's the party," Tina remarked.

Charlotte put her arms around Tina and kissed her briefly on the lips, saying, "I really like you since you got those big hooters. We should hang sometime and watch some dirty movies."

"Okay?" Tina said, laughing.

She turned to Katie, hugged her, and said, "I know I can be kind of a bitch but you're really the best manager. If you ever want me to go down on you, just ask."

"Um… thanks?" Katie said. "What are you wearing?"

"Shh," Charlotte said, putting a finger to her lips. "You'll give it away."

She stumbled to Megan, beautiful, petite little Megan, and kissed her on the mouth. Megan accepted it, and everyone stood by awkwardly as they moaned into one another's mouths. When Charlotte pulled away she said, "Whatever you need to make this work, I'm like all in. You can tie me the fuck up anytime."

Megan giggled and said, "It might happen."

Then she stumbled to Lucas, put her arm around his shoulder, and said, "Onward, friend of Jesus. We come bearing strippers."

"Are you high?" Katie asked as they walked toward the house.

"She's taking a little trip," Samantha said.

Charlotte withdrew her arm from Lucas and swayed to some unheard melody as they entered the house. Lucas led them into the home's living room, which had been arranged to provide a large open space. Circled around were two long couches and a set of big, comfy chairs. In the center was a collapsible pole, running from floor to ceiling. Another young man sat on one of the couches with a beer in his hand and a look of utter disbelief on his face.

"This is Kyle," Lucas said, indicating the young man. "And these are the girls from work."

Kyle remained speechless.

"He seems to have a speech impediment," Tina remarked.

"Hi?" Kyle squeaked.

"Nice pole," Samantha said.

Kyle looked down at his crotch, blushed, and Samantha made an experimental round on the pole.

"Got Bluetooth?" she asked.

Lucas indicated a stereo system on the entertainment stand. Charlotte swung around the pole, giggling to herself.

"Making Daddy proud now," she mumbled.

Katie pulled her off the pole and said, "Why don't you come sit with me?"

She deposited herself and Charlotte on a couch, and her coworker laid her head in Katie's lap.

"You're so fucking hot," Charlotte said.

"You, too," Katie said and stroked her hair.

"God, that feels amazing," Charlotte mumbled.

"Kyle, pay the lady," Lucas said.

Kyle managed to close his mouth, fumble in his pocket, and pull out an envelope. He handed it to Samantha.

"It has the extra we talked about for the… special service," Kyle stammered.

Samantha grinned, asking, "And where is the guest of honor?"

"The rest will be here in about an hour," Lucas said. "I wanted to leave time to make sure everything's the way you want."

"Got any lights?" Samantha asked.

Lucas walked around and flicked on a series of portable spots, casting red and green lights across the room.

Charlotte shot up and said, "It's Christmas already? Katie, I didn't even get you anything! Oh, shit. I'm such a loser!"

Katie guided her back down and said, "Not yet. Just relax."

"There's a strobe, too," Lucas said. "and a smoke machine if you want it."

"You boys aren't messing around," Samantha said.

Megan handed her another envelope, saying, "This is from all of us. Since you'll be entertaining a bigger crowd."

"Aw, you shouldn't have," Samantha said and gave her a peck.

"You can get dressed anywhere you like," Lucas said. "If anyone wants drinks, help yourself in the kitchen."

Tina and Megan drifted toward the kitchen, while Samantha took her bag and left the room. Lucas sat in one of the oversized chairs, picking up his camera and making a sweep of the room.

"It's so quiet," Charlotte whispered, "but it's also not. I can hear… Katie, I can hear your pussy. I think it's asking for a kiss."

"Lucas," Katie said. "Maybe you can turn on some music."

Kyle picked up a remote and turned on the stereo, flipping through channels until he stopped on the sounds of Tela rapping about hoes with no clothes.

"Appropriate," Katie mumbled.

Charlotte swung her legs off the couch and stumbled to her feet, tugging at Katie's hands.

"I want to dance to it," she said. "Katie, come grind on me."

Katie, who had never 'ground' on anyone, reluctantly allowed Charlotte to pull her off the couch. She pulled Katie to the middle of the floor and, with her hands in the air, rubbed her body against her manager.

MJG sang out, "Well I be God damned, this shy ass hoe

Wants to get close to me…" as she moved, serpentine, bumping her crotch against Katie.

She put her arms around Katie's neck, saying, "We should make out for real. Not like at the shop."

"I don't think we should," Katie said.

"But you do it so sexy," Charlotte said. "Like you're reluctant but you really want to. Katie, you're supposed to be having fun."

Katie sighed and said, "Fine. Just a little bit."

Lucas captured the kiss on his camera, as Charlotte swayed with Katie, sensually locking lips and sharing her tongue. Her whole body tingled pleasantly, wrapped in warmth, and Katie's lips seemed to meld with her own. She broke away after a couple of minutes.

Megan and Tina appeared, carrying drinks and Katie pulled away, saying, "You should drink something."

"I should," Charlotte agreed.

Megan handed Katie a glass. Tina handed one to Charlotte.

"Are you drinking?" Katie asked her sister.

"It's virgin," Megan said. Katie sniffed her glass. "So is yours."

"So is Charlotte's," Tina said, handing a glass to their swaying coworker.

"I am not," Charlotte said, accepting the glass and tossing it back. "I like fucking."

Tina withdrew, taking a seat next to Kyle, who looked at her tits.

"You want to feel them?" she asked.

Katie and Megan retreated to the couch, leaving Charlotte with a drink in her hand as she pushed her ass against the pole.

"I feel like we should tip," Megan shouted over the music.

"I don't want the tip," Charlotte said, "I want the whole thing!"

Lucas and Megan both took shots of Charlotte on the pole and Kyle with his hands full of Tina's tits. Charlotte entertained them through a few more songs, sensually grinding and swinging on the pole as she laughed at the universe. Finally, Samantha reappeared, wearing a black lace robe.

"Thanks for warming up the crowd," she said, bumping Charlotte with her hip.

"Hard-ons and wet pussies all around," Charlotte declared.

"I'll take it from here."

Charlotte swayed away, depositing herself in Lucas' lap and draping her body across the big chair.

"Um, hey?" he said.

She wiggled her ass against his crotch and said, "Don't get any funny ideas, mister. It's not a date."

"I… like your shirt," he said.

Charlotte looked at her top, as though she'd forgotten what it said. She giggled and leaned up to whisper in his ear, "It's got a hidden message."

The doorbell rang and Lucas looked at Kyle, saying, "Do you mind?" he gestured to the giggling slut in his lap.

Kyle reluctantly pulled his hands off the flushed and excited Tina and went to answer the door. He returned with three more young men.

"Jesus," said one.

Kyle lowered the volume on the music, allowing Lucas to make introductions.

"Don, Jack, and Carl," he said. "That's Megan, Katie, Tina, and Charlotte. You can probably guess which one Samantha is."

"Who's the man of the hour?" Samantha asked.

Carl slowly raised his hand. Samantha sauntered over, grabbed him by his shirt collar, and gently tugged him along with her back to the pole. She stood behind him, running her hands down his chest and announcing, "Ladies and gents, there comes a time in every young man's life when he says goodbye to friends and family. He flies the nest and becomes his own man."

The girls cheered and whistled as Samantha unbuttoned Carl's shirt, continuing, "There comes a point at which he is obligated, whether through desire or duress, to be humiliated before friends and strangers by a sexy stripper."

She deftly popped the snap on his jeans and pushed them down. His friends clapped and the girls cheered. Even Katie. Samantha whirled the stunned young man around, pressed him against the pole, and swatted him on the ass.

"Now take your seat," she commanded.

Carl shuffled away with his pants around his ankles and took the other big seat. Samantha connected her phone and started her playlist, while Kyle clicked on the strobe. She went through her first set, playing with the pole and eventually shedding the robe. Swaying and tossing her hair, her black, sequined lingerie twinkled like starlight in the strobes.

Kyle and Jack sat on either side of Tina, with their hands on her tits as they all watched. Megan, sitting beside Katie, had one hand on her sister's cunt and the other in Don's lap. Everyone, even Charlotte, was silent and watchful throughout the first performance.

The playlist moved to another song and Samantha suspended herself from the pole. Her legs wrapped around it and she draped herself, her hair cascading down as her hands moved across her curves. When she lowered herself, it was into a handstand, then a backbend that ended with her kneeling. She crawled toward Carl, placing her head in his lap before tossing her hair back.

She slowly crawled around the room, stopping at each person to run her hands up their legs. When she made it back to the pole, the song wound down and she bowed to the applause. The next song rolled in.

"You okay?" Lucas whispered to Charlotte. "You look hot."

Charlotte was hot and not just between the legs.

"I think I need some air," she said. "You want to come? Like outside with me. Quit thinking dirty, Lucas."

He nodded and she stumbled out of his lap. Once outside on the porch, Charlotte sat on the stoop and took a deep breath.

"Sorry," she said. "I think it's the lights."

Lucas sat beside her. "It's fine. I like the quiet better."

They sat in silence, studying the stars, until Charlotte laid her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Why?"

"I always thought you were like this annoying nerd that went around thumping his bible at people."

"Well, I am an annoying nerd. I just don't thump bibles."

"I'm a real bitch. And I'm not asking for sympathy, so don't go all gooey on me or something. I'm just stating a fact. I'm a cocktease, and I'm jacked in the head."

"We're all something," Lucas said.

"That's why it wouldn't work. It's not like I don't not like you. I meant what I said. You're sweet."

"But dating gives you the icks."

"Girls like me aren't meant for sweet. I don't want you to think I'm one of those chicks that's leading you on because I'm not. I'm just being real. You crush on me and I'll crush your heart. Not because I mean to. I'm just kind of fucked so it's going to happen."

"Everyone's fucked up," Lucas said.

"Lucas, did you just drop an F-bomb?"

"It happens. No one's a saint."

"Well, I'm the furthest thing from it."

The muffled music of Samantha's performance filled the quiet until Lucas said, "You put yourself down a lot."

"Like I said, I'm being real. People are pretty shit in general. There are a few who don't deserve what's coming to them, like you. I'm just trying to save you from the 'falling for the wrong girl' trope. You can't fix me if that's what this is."

"I don't need to fix you," Lucas said. "When people try to fix other people, it usually means they're just trying to get them to fit whatever idealized version of them they have. I don't think that's right. I think people are going to be who they are. You just be who you are, and someone loves you for it or not."

"You do not love me," Charlotte said. "Don't even go there."

"No, I don't," Lucas admitted. "I like you. I think you're an interesting person and I'm attracted to your… freedom."

"My freedom? That's a very nice way of saying slut."

"I know what you are. I'm not using the word as a euphemism."

"Now, see, I'm also kind of stupid. I don't even know what that means," Charlotte said.

"It's a word you use in place of something more blunt. You say slut and I say you have a very friendly vagina."

Charlotte laughed out loud. "Not really friendly. It's… very welcoming."

"Regardless, it isn't what I'm talking about. I just think you're fun. I grew up around people who were afraid to do anything for fear of a vengeful wrath from above. There wasn't a lot of fun in it. You're like the total opposite. You aren't afraid of anything. You just do."

"I'm afraid of stuff. Well, not right now. I'm rolling really hard, so not much is scary, but I'm afraid of stuff. The problem with me is that the things I'm afraid of are the things that do something for me."

"Is that why you did this?" Lucas asked and pointed to her shirt.

"I told you. I'm fucked."

"Why are we out here?" Lucas asked.

"Because I'm tripping balls and the strobe light makes me feel like I'm dying in space. You're out here because I don't like being alone in my head. Oh, and because rolling makes me gushy and girly, leading to honest and direct conversations, which I sometimes feel are necessary. It's not often I confront things, so just go with it."

"Not because you want to further my corruption?" Lucas jested.

"Well, I mean, I do. Kind of. One of the little joys of being a cockteasing slut with a banging body is pushing people past their limits. I mean, how am I supposed to feel? You're like a walking stereotype for a porno trope. Shy, geeky Christian kid with a porn star dick? How the hell am I supposed to resist fucking with you? It's like literally impossible. You know? Angel on the shoulder says it's cruel. Fat devil on the other says it's God's plan for me. And I'd feel the same way if you had an average dick, okay? I'm not a size queen, just so we're clear on that."

"I'm pretty sure you don't believe in God."

"You're right."

"I think we're actually out here because you want to convince me you're such a terrible person, that I should lose interest."

"I thought that part was obvious," Charlotte said. "I sort of led with it."

"That's what you were trying to say. What you actually said was you just wanted someone to listen. I don't think you're a terrible person. Terrible people don't go out of their way to be kind and considerate of others. They're terrible. That isn't you. I see you with the other girls and with customers. You're always kind. Being turned on by things that aren't considered 'normal' doesn't make you a terrible person. It just makes you a person with kinks."

"Well, fuck you, you big-dicked, geeky piece of shit know-it-all."

"See? You don't even mean that. Trust me, I took it from mean girls my whole life. I know a mean girl, and you're not it."

"Fine. You found my one redeeming quality. I don't like treating people like trash. I hope you're happy."

"I am."

The sounds of cheering and clapping echoed from inside the house as another song ended.

"You know," Charlotte said, "you haven't stuttered or stammered for like twenty minutes. I think it's been twenty minutes. My sense of time's a little warped.

"Because I'm not nervous. I get that way when I'm nervous."

"Would you be nervous if we went inside and I pulled out your huge dick?"

"I— Um… probably?" Lucas stammered.

Charlotte giggled and nuzzled her head against his shoulder.

"Do you want to? Just to be clear, it's just because I'm a huge slut and not because I want to like be with you or anything. Alright?"

"I— That is… we could—"

"Say yes, Lucas. I'm fucking someone tonight, so it's either you or any of the eight other people in this house. It could even be all of them at once. But I'd… I'd like it to be you. And when I say 'I'd like it,' that means something."

"Yes."

Charlotte stood and did something rare, offering her hand and inviting Lucas to take her inside. He took it and led the way. They passed the light show in the living room, where she knew things were beginning to get wild. Tina's unmistakable orgasmic cry was followed by Megan's familiar, "So sexy…" just as another song began.

Lucas' hand was sweating in hers as they climbed the stairs and he opened a bedroom door. He released her, stepped in, and clicked on a bedside lamp. Charlotte shut the door.

"This is my room," he whispered.

"This is your place?" Charlotte whispered back.

It wasn't exactly what she'd imagined. There were no film posters or geeky toys. Instead, it was spartan and modern, holding little but a computer desk and bed. Everything was meticulously organized, and the bed was neatly made.

"My parents' place," he said. "I'm trying to save up."

"Why are we whispering?" Charlotte asked.

"I don't know."

"Can I turn on some music?"

He nodded. Charlotte pulled out her phone and tapped, starting a playlist much less raunchy than that downstairs. She set the phone on his desk.

Lucas stood awkwardly next to the bed with his hands over his crotch and a bulge tenting the leg of his pants. She laughed.

"I'm sorry," she said. "It's just… you can't really hide it."

He slowly moved his hands. Charlotte put her arms around his neck and said, "You shouldn't try. You don't get much action in with it in your pants."

Lucas gulped, saying, "I just— I've never—"

"I know. I'm not all that great at this whole consent thing either, but I'll try my best to make it memorable for you. Deal?"

He nodded. Charlotte brushed his lips with hers, saying, "You can't do anything wrong, okay? You just do what you feel is right."

She kissed him softly as Lucas placed his hands on her hips. He was clumsy but so was she. Most of her kissing happened with other girls. Rapists weren't particularly interested in making out.

As she led, Charlotte pulled up his shirt, tossing it aside and glancing at his chest. He was slim but defined, and she trailed a finger down his body and rested it on his waistband. She slipped his belt, working his jeans loose and letting them slide down, but they stopped as his hard-on caught them.

They both looked down and shared a laugh. Charlotte crouched and pulled them to his ankles. His cock stuck out a few inches from the leg of his boxers, half-hard but as nervous as the rest of him.

She didn't remark on his size. It wasn't right. He hadn't remarked on her being a freak, after all. She could save him that embarrassment. Instead, she tugged down the boxers and said, "Sit."

Lucas sat on the edge of the bed as she pulled everything off. He looked down at her with a sense of wonder, clearly in disbelief that this was happening. Charlotte pulled off her top but Lucas was still looking at her eyes.

"Do you want to get this on one of your videos?" she asked as she put her hands around his cock.

Lucas shook his head. Charlotte put her lips around his knob, looking up at him as she expertly inhaled his length. It wasn't that she had a lot of experience with throating huge cocks. Samantha, though, got a kick out of making her swallow the strap-on, and it was long.

Lucas groaned as he watched his shaft vanish. She took most of it, holding it in her throat and humming pleasantly as he shook with anxious arousal. Charlotte worked his cock up and down, getting it slick with her spit as she watched the disbelief turn to acceptance, and then to desire.

When she pulled her mouth off it, stroking it with her hand, she whispered, "I love your cock."

It wasn't so much that she did love his cock. It was a very nice cock, and she was sure it was going to feel great. She said it for him, for a fellow freak.

Charlotte stood and wiggled down her skirt and panties, cocking her hips in nothing but the tall pleasers.

"You're… beautiful," Lucas whispered.

"You're not so bad yourself," she said with a grin, as she pushed him back on the bed.

"Do you want me to— to do you?" he asked.

"This time," she said, "I just want to do it for you. Okay?"

He nodded as Charlotte put him on his back and straddled him. She positioned his cock, sliding the head of it into her pussy. Lucas groaned with pleasure.

Charlotte bit her lip and took him slowly, despite her shoulder devil telling her to jam it in painfully. She set her palms on his chest,  working his length into her slick cunt to let him feel it all.

"Shit, that's a big dick," she whispered. "It feels really good, Lucas."

She took his hands and put them on her tits, letting him squeeze them as she sank to the base with a long exhale of real pleasure. Consensual or not, he felt great inside of her.

"Just enjoy it," she whispered as she began to ride, slowly rocking back and forth.

Lucas' fat dick was a pleasure to ride, touching every spot inside of her and slowly building her up to a peak that was only partly due to her trip. The sensations were heightened because of it, but the feeling was real.

"You feel so good," Lucas said.

Charlotte raised up and began taking his length, sliding her wet cunt up and down his cock as she panted and shook.

"Fuck me! That's so good," she hissed. "So… good…"

The pleasure took hold and she rode him faster, her eyes shut as the waves intensified. How long had this been going on? Seconds? Minutes? There was sweat on her skin, and it felt as if Luca's dick was a part of her.

Some of that was the trip, but she was over the peak and already on the way down. This feeling was more him and her. How did it feel this good, though? It wasn't the first dick this size she'd felt. Even the man was big. He always made her cum, but not like this. There was never this slow build-up and growing excitement when it happened.

Lucas' hands rested on her hips now as she rode him, tossing her head back and laughing with the pleasure. Her body quaked, the intensity of the pleasure reaching a peak. It was close. It just wouldn't come.

"Fuck… me," she whispered. "Aw, fuck…"

Lucas groaned, his stiff meat quivering inside her. He hadn't cum yet?

"Call me a… a slut," Charlotte hissed. "Oh, fuck!"

"Slut," Lucas hissed.

"Yeah!" Charlotte said as the pleasure spiked. "Fuck your slut. Give me that… big… fucking… dick!"

Inexperienced he may have been, but something in the shy Christian geek took the hint. She needed it. It wasn't supposed to be about her. That wasn't why she'd brought him up here. Despite that, he sensed the need.

Lucas held her hips and rolled her over, trapping her beneath his body. Charlotte gasped at the unexpected shift, but he took over quickly and stroked his long tool into her. One of her hands flailed, gripping a pillow as the other slid around his neck.

"Fuck," she hissed. "Fuck me!"

Lucas put his weight on her, crushing her tits against his chest and gathering her close with an arm behind her back. He began to pump her hard, driving his length into her with more force.

"Slut," he whispered in her ear.

"Yes!" Charlotte moaned. "R… rape me."

Lucas groaned again and his cock twitched inside her.

"Rape me," she said again, and it happened.

She pressed her lips to his and hit the peak, humping back against him, fucking herself on his dick as Lucas joined her in the pleasure. His hot blasts of cum into her made it all the more intense, turning her already slick cunt into a sloppy mess.

As the pleasure began to subside, leaving behind a familiar buzz in her head, Charlotte lay under him itching with the layer of sweat between them. Lucas slowly lifted his body off her, examining her with concern. His cock slid free of her wet sheath, making her gasp with the void it left behind.

"Oh, damn," she whispered. "If that was your first time, you've got something going for you, stud."

"Was it okay?" Lucas asked nervously, "Should I get you a… a towel?"

Charlotte shook her head, and then she did something she'd never done with a man. She pulled him back down, put his arm around her, and let herself enjoy a moment of silence in the afterglow.

"I really am sorry I'm such a whore," she whispered. "And that I made you call me a slut."

"It's okay," he whispered back. "Thank you for… for doing it."

"You're not like gonna fall in love with me now, right? Because we are so not doing that."

"I don't think so. You just told me to, um… rape you."

"Kind of my thing," Charlotte said sleepily. "Like I said, I'm not very good at the consent thing. So, if you're wondering if we can do it again, you don't really have to ask."

"Can I? Ask, I mean. Just until I get better at raping you?"

Charlotte turned over, and said, "That is both the sweetest and weirdest thing I've ever heard. Yes, you can ask. I'll say yes, but just remember what Candy said that day at the shop. I'm a force girl. If you feel like you're going to be jealous about shit, you should rethink dating a chick that gets off on being raped."

"We're not dating though, right?"

"Of course, not. No one dates the rape slut. And dating gives me the icks."

"Okay. Should we go back down to the party?"

"Can you hand me my phone? I want to tell Sam I'm staying the night."

"You're staying the night?" Lucas asked.

"Unless you're gonna kick a naked slut that's going to need a hard fuck in the morning out of bed."

He snatched her phone from the desk and handed it to her. She patted the bed again, calling him back.

"Why do you want to stay the night?" he asked.

"Because I cry after a trip unless someone holds me, and you're doing a fine job of it right now."

"Oh."

"Also, if you're going to date a rape slut, you have to get good at raping her the way she likes it. That means when she least expects it."

"But we aren't dating, right?"

"Of course, not. Don't be gross. Do you want me to sleep with the slutty shoes on? You could pretend you kidnapped a stripper from the club. That would be kind of hot, right?"

"I… never thought about it."

"Well, if you're going to date a rape slut, you better start thinking up really hot scenarios to put her in so you keep her rape kink satisfied."

"But we aren't dating. Right?"

"Ick. Of course, not. Could you pull the blankey over me? My titties are freezing, and I have to get them examined tomorrow. Oh, do you think if I had bigger knockers I'd be more fun to rape?"

"I… bigger is… good. I mean, I like… big ones."

"No one cares what you like, Lucas. The question was whether I'd be more fun for you to rape."

"Doesn't that mean what I like matters? I mean, if I'm going to be doing the raping, then the only thing that matters is what I think makes you fun to… to rape. Right?"

"Now you're getting it. See? If you're going to date a rape slut, you'll have to learn that your cock's needs come first. It's not about her wishes. It's about making sure she's the best cock sleeve she can be. It's what makes her fun for you, not what makes it fun for her."

"Okay. But we aren't dating. Like for sure?"

"Hell no. That's disgusting, Lucas. Can you turn out the light?"

Lucas clicked off the light.

"Charlotte?"

"Hmm?"

"You're very strange."

"Your parents are gonna love me."

Modifying Katie

Katie had acted like a slut. Well, that wasn't quite right. Acting implied it was a performance, that it wasn't who she actually was.

Sitting in the waiting room of the clinic, Katie could not convince herself she'd "acted" like a slut. She'd been a slut. She'd gotten hot in the cunt, and the moment she was given an opportunity to do something slutty, she had.

She'd done it because Megan wanted her to, of course, but that didn't mean she hadn't also wanted to do it. She had. She'd been swept up in the erotic energy of the party the first time, her pussy wet and excited.

Watching the way Charlotte's sister moved, seducing the entire room with her performance, Katie had been caught in the spell. Everyone had, so that was something of a comfort. She wasn't the only one who had done things.

Perhaps it had been the drinks. Megan said they were non-alcoholic, which they were. Maybe they'd been laced with something else, though. Katie wasn't sure. It was either that or she really had let her pussy take control.

It had happened while they watched Samantha provide the "special service" to Carl. While his friends cheered him on, the young man sat in the oversized chair. Samantha gave him the kind of slutty suckjob that made him rethink his religion.

Watching it happen, Megan had been stroking Katie's cunt and whispering in Katie's ear.

"That's so sexy," Megan said. "Look at how wet and sloppy she does it, just like you. She doesn't even know him but she's sucking cock like she's in love with it."

"Yeah," Katie whispered.

Nearby, Tina had another orgasm as two strange men fondled her tits. All of them were watching Samantha work. Next to Megan, was another of Lucas' friends. He had a hand on his bulge, a bulge that Megan had helped create by rubbing his cock throughout Samantha's performance. At the same time, she'd been playing with Katie's cunt.

Katie, hot and entranced as she watched another girl suck cock, barely noticed when Megan leaned over and whispered something to the man next to her.

"Really?" he said.

"Yeah," Megan replied.

The young man began to slide down his pants. Katie also didn't notice this. She was focused on Samantha, watching her slow, wet, loving blowjob. She watched Charlotte's sister throat Carl's cock, come up, slowly pump it as she talked dirty to him, and then return to work. This went on and on, with Samantha keeping the young man on edge in a painfully erotic display.

"I want to watch you do it, too," Megan then whispered to Katie.

That broke some of the spell, and Katie, asked, "What?"

"I want to watch you suck cock," Megan said.

Katie looked about in confusion. Suck cock? Joey wasn't here. Megan had only ever asked to watch her suck Joey's cock. Was she now asking Katie to suck another man off?

That was when Katie saw Tina, who was now on her knees in front of the two other young men. They had their cocks out, and Tina moved back and forth between them. It was also when Katie noticed the young man next to Megan. His cock was out and it was hard. She couldn't mean—

"We can even do it together," Megan whispered. "It will be so sexy. We can share it and kiss over it, and when we go home, we can get naked together."

Katie, now imagining this herself, became a slut. She hadn't acted. She'd agreed. The thought of sharing a sexy kiss over this young man's cock, Megan's excitement over it, and the promise of a night of naked, sapphic passion with her sister, was a lusty combination. Katie's pussy told her this was an idea she needed to get on board with.

That was how Katie found herself kneeling on the floor of a strange house, with a strange man's dick in her mouth. With Megan's hand rubbing her cunt and Megan's mouth sharing this stranger's cock, Katie had been a complete slut. She'd ingested that stranger's cum at the end of it, too. However, it wasn't even the end of Katie's slutty behavior.

On the drive home, Megan raved about how sexy it had been, how pretty Katie had looked sucking cock. Katie, who had not yet cum, and had her pussy teased by vibrating panties the whole day, was eager to get home and be naked with her sister. The first thing that led her to be more of a slut was Megan's question.

"Do you think Charlotte and Lucas are fucking?" Megan asked.

"I guess so. She said she was fine and she's staying the night, so… yeah."

"I wonder if his dick is as big as Joey's," Megan wondered aloud.

Katie did not reply. It was not the question itself which led Katie to be a slut. However, the question did start Katie thinking about Lucas' cock, and then Joey's cock. Megan also continued to play with Katie's pussy as she discussed the naked, sweaty, incestuous sex they were going to have at home.

Unfortunately, in order to get to the naked, sweaty, incestuous sex, Katie had another "sexy" task to perform for Megan. As pleasing Megan had become very important, and because Katie's pussy was very much in need of a release, Katie agreed to do this "sexy" thing for her sister.

The sexy thing was to wear the blindfold, the leash, to make out with Megan, and to do it while Joey spread her legs and speared her with his cock. The blindfold helped, as it allowed Katie to pretend again that Joey was merely some faceless fuck machine she and Megan were using. Unfortunately, Joey still had a mouth, and he used it.

"That's Daddy's pussy, isn't it?"

Katie hadn't wanted to respond to Joey's sexy questions. However, Megan liked Katie responding to the questions, and Megan liked to prompt her with how to respond. Katie, who very much liked the way Megan was touching her and kissing her, followed Megan's commands.

"It's your pussy, Daddy," she said, breathless as Joey stroked his fat meat into her.

"Tell Daddy you love his big dick, Katie," Megan whispered. "God, that's so sexy!"

"I love your big cock, Daddy!"

Joey was something of an expert at keeping Katie from her orgasm. Just when it was about to hit, he would change something, an angle, the intensity of his thrusts, always keeping her from getting the release. Thus, Katie's pussy, in desperate need, was prepared to make her say or do almost anything to get that release.

"You love being my sexy little pet, don't you, Katie," Megan whispered as Katie's body quivered with need. "You're such a sexy little pet."

Katie, who was not a pet, and disagreed with this statement, initially resisted answering. They had already agreed big sisters were not pets. Katie might have a collar with the word "Pet" on it. She might be wearing a leash. She might submissively follow commands. That did not mean she was actually a pet, though.

When Megan then began playing with Katie's clit, while Joey deep-stroked her with his cock, Katie crumbled.

"I want you to cum for me," Megan whispered as her fingers worked Katie's button. "Are you my sexy little pet?"

"Yes!"

"You're a good girl, Katie," Megan said, kissed her, and together Joey and Megan gave Katie the release she needed.

After a good night's sleep, waking up to Megan licking her cunt, Katie's head was relatively noise-free. She lived every day surrounded by sexy. It was becoming normal. However, Katie was concerned about meeting with the doctor, because Katie did not want to get larger breasts.

Megan, however, was adamant about it. As far as her sister was concerned, Katie's agreement to come to the consultation was an agreement to get her breasts enlarged. In fact, everyone wanted Katie to get larger breasts. Katie felt torn about this, as it felt like she somehow owed it to everyone else to go through with a breast enhancement. As if they were counting on her.

The door to the clinic offices opened and Charlotte stepped out. While Charlotte was generally cheerful if a bit bitchy, today was the first time Katie could recall seeing her happy. She moved differently, with a little bounce in her step. She smiled like she had some secret.

When they'd sat in the waiting room together, Megan had, of course, been eager to know if Charlotte had fucked Lucas.

"Yeah," Charlotte had said.

It was also the first time Katie could recall Charlotte discussing sex with an embarrassed blush, and with no further discussion of the details. That Charlotte had been well-fucked was evident. She'd changed clothes, but that seemed to be the only thing she'd done with her appearance.

Otherwise, her hair was tangled and her skin showed signs of dry sweat. She smelled like day-old sex with a hint of deodorant and perfume, and there were tell-tale streaks of sex juice on the inside of her legs. In short, she looked like she'd been fucked hard, repeatedly, and wanted to show it off.

It was typical Charlotte behavior without the typical Charlotte attitude. She stopped over as the attendant called Katie and Megan in.

"So?" Megan asked.

"Sounds easy," Charlotte said. "I'm not going that much bigger, and I'm getting the implants. I'm in on Friday and out the same night!"

"Oh, my God! See, Katie? Nothing to worry about."

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," Charlotte said.

Katie followed Megan and the attendant into the office, where they sat at a desk with a man behind it.

"I'm Doctor Hillard," he said, offering his hand. "Pleased to finally meet you."

"Thank you so much for the sponsorship," Megan said as she pumped his hand.

"Well, with Tina on your team, and the waves you've been creating online, we couldn't stay away. I can tell you that your recent videos about Maximizer have certainly been getting us results."

"That's so great," Megan said. "Now that we're all getting it, we'll be able to do even more for you."

"Well, not all of us," Katie said. "I'm just here to… to talk about it."

"Of course," Hillard said, "Knowledge is the first step."

For several minutes, Katie listened to the man describe the product and talk about their sexual wellness study. While he talked, Katie studied the photos behind him on the wall. They were of three women, two of which had similarities to Doctor Hillard. All three women were topless, happy, sporting large breasts, and their breasts were coated in semen.

The sight of them made Katie's pussy wet, and she felt hot. She'd looked like that several times, wearing Joey's hot loads on her tits after he'd fucked them.

"Katie?" Megan said.

"Huh?"

Megan and Doctor Hillard seemed to expect her to say something, but she hadn't been listening. She'd been thinking about big tits coated in jizz. On Doctor Hillard's screen were several photos of women with big tits. One of them was Tina.

"You want the implants, too, right?" Megan asked, apparently for the second time.

"I— I don't— Megs, I don't think it's a good idea."

Megan put her hand in Katie's lap and rubbed her cunt, saying, "Are you scared? It sounds really easy."

"Completely painless," Hillard assured her. "How big do you want to go?"

With Megan rubbing her cunt, it was difficult to think. Katie was already distracted by all the pictures of big tits, especially the ones behind the desk.

"I'd like to go up to about Katie's size," Megan said. "And Katie wants to do these."

She pointed to the photo of Tina.

"But—" Katie started.

"Excellent choices," Hillard said.

"Megs—"

"And the implants," Megan said, ignoring Katie's weak protest. "I want her to look like a really hot sex doll."

Hillard chuckled, saying, "Well, she certainly will. Of course, Katie will need to consent and sign forms." He pushed over two small stacks of paper. "Should I give you a moment to talk it over?"

"If you don't mind," Megan said.

Hillard left the room.

"What's wrong, Katie?" Megan asked as she continued rubbing Katie's cunt.

"I don't— I'm not sure if I want to."

"Katie, think about it. You'll help the shop. You'll get more tips. You'll look so sexy I won't be able to keep my hands off you! And with those implants? You see what they do to Tina. Can you just imagine how good it's going to feel?"

"But… you said I'd look like a… a sex doll."

Megan got on her knees in front of her sister and parted her legs. With her breath hot against Katie's pussy, she looked up and said, "I know. It will be so sexy, Katie. You won't actually be like a sex doll. That's silly. It's just pretend, like how we pretend you're a pet, right? You think that's sexy, don't you?"

She nuzzled her face against Katie's pussy, nibbling at her panties. The extra attention just made everything more confusing. Katie did want to make Megan happy, and she did want to be sexy for Megan. And pretending to be a pet was a little sexy sometimes.

"Stop listening to the noise, Katie," Megan said. "If you had those implants, you might not even hear the noise anymore."

Megan stood up and kissed Katie on the lips. Megan did have a point. Tina said the implants made her constantly horny. When Katie was horny, the noise went away. The hornier she was, the less the noise bothered her. If she had the implants, it might make the noise go away altogether. Katie wouldn't be different anymore. She'd fit in. And Megan did want it. Katie needed to keep Megan happy so they could escape.

"O… okay," Katie said.

Megan smiled and kissed her again, saying, "Oh, my God! You're the best, Katie!"

She hugged Katie around the neck before going to the door and letting the doctor back in.

"We'll do it," Megan said, handing Katie a pen and sliding one of the forms in front of her.

"Wonderful. I can assure you you'll be pleased with the results."

Katie signed the form with a shaky hand and Megan's fingers rubbing her twat.

"When we did Tina's enhancements," Hillard said, "it was a rather extreme change. It took time to modify her correctly. Since neither of you is going through an alteration like that, it will take significantly less time. Your coworker, Charlotte will be in on Friday. If you'd like to take Saturday, we can pencil you in on Saturday morning and have you both out by Sunday afternoon. How does that sound?"

"We'll have to clear it with work, but I don't think it will be a problem," Megan said.

"I'll book you in. If there's an issue, just call the desk."

It was nice, seeing Megan leave the clinic feeling excited. Katie also loved the extra attention. Megan couldn't stop touching her, even when they stopped and ate lunch.

Katie was horny and looking forward to some promised "play time" with Megan when they arrived home. While they did make it up to Megan's room, and they did shed their clothes, Katie soon ended up strapped to Megan's bed with a vibrator against her twat.

"You just relax and get nice and gooey for me," Megan then said. "I'm going to get some work done on the videos, and then we can play some more, okay?"

Katie, with a gag ball in her mouth and a blindfold on her eyes, mumbled in reply. She wanted to ask exactly how long Megan was going to work. How long was she going to leave her tied to the bed, while the vibrator teased her pussy? Megan, however, giggled and kissed the gag ball.

"I'll just be right at my desk so I can listen to those sexy little whimpers," she said.

As it turned out, Megan worked for quite some time.

Fast Learner

Charlotte wasn't certain how long she was asleep in Lucas' bed before she woke up with his cock in her. He'd taken her words to heart. One arm was still around her, holding her close to him, but his other hand was over her mouth. He pumped his erection into her from behind, quietly groaning into her ear as he fucked her.

It wasn't exactly a violent rape, but the fact that he hadn't asked her was progress. Charlotte ground back against him, taking him deeper as his hand tightened on her mouth and he said, "You're such a slut."

Charlotte silently applauded this remark. Things took a turn, however, when Lucas' next backstroke caused his long tool to slip out of her creamy cunt. The next forward thrust pushed the head of his prick right between Charlotte's cheeks. His slippery cockhead pushed past her anal ring and Charlotte jerked in surprise.

Most men, in her experience, delivered an "oops" or "sorry" at this point. Lucas, however, groaned and pushed forward. Charlotte squealed with a mix of pain and surprise as his fat knob forced its way into her asshole. As it did, Lucas began to cum.

His cock pulsed, ejecting hot, gooey cream into her backdoor, but even as he erupted, he kept pushing forward. His spurting cock lubed her passage, and his hands tightened around her waist and her mouth. The fact that he didn't stop, didn't ask if she was okay, and just kept pushing more cock into her butt, made Charlotte whimper happily.

The odd contrast between him holding her close like a lover, while simultaneously violating her asshole without her consent, was incredibly hot. She imagined she really was a slutty stripper, kidnapped and held prisoner by some kind of obsessed clubgoer. She gave him a test.

Charlotte wiggled as if in desperation, kicking her legs and trying to pull herself off his prick. In response, Lucas threw his legs over hers, trapping them. His grip tightened and he pushed more cock into her, gasping as she began to quiver and shake.

"Cockteasing stripper slut," he said.

And that did it for Charlotte. With several inches of fat meat buried in her ass, she moaned into his hand and came. He held onto her through it and continued to hold her against him until his cock softened and eventually slipped out.

So far, she was not regretting staying the night. Sure, she may have missed out on being kidnapped by the man, but being violated by her big-dicked Christian coworker was its own kind of kinky reward. When Lucas finally spoke, Charlotte felt even better about it.

"Say thank you," he whispered.

Now that was something even the man hadn't done. For all his creativity, he'd never once asked her to thank him. God, it was sexy.

"Thank you for raping me," she said.

Lucas' hand moved to one of her tits, latched onto it and he said, "I want you to say it every time."

"Yes, sir," Charlotte whispered.

"Go to sleep. I'm going to rape you again later."

He did rape her again later. The next time she woke up, she was face down with Lucas on top of her, pushing his cock into her as he straddled her legs. He gave it to her hard this time, even putting his hand on her neck and holding her down. Charlotte squealed and pleaded with him to stop, but to his credit, he saw through the ruse. Instead, he put a pillow over her head and nearly suffocated her before she came again.

"Thank you for raping me," she mumbled.

In the morning, with the light spilling in across the room, Lucas clumsily fingered her well-fucked pussy and tried to kiss her. Charlotte shook her head defiantly. He put his hand around her throat and pushed three fingers up her cunt until she opened her mouth. Once he'd gotten his kiss, he pulled his fingers out and wiped them across her lips.

Only then did he say, "Good morning."

"Good morning," she whispered. "Are you going to finish me off?"

"No."

"You're becoming a good rapist."

"Well, don't tell anyone."

"See? That's what a good rapist would say. Can you take me home so I can clean up before my appointment?"

"Or you could hitchhike wearing that shirt," he suggested.

"Tempting but I don't want to end up being late. Besides, I'm not trying to get murdered."

Lucas groped one of her tits and said, "I'll take you home. I… I don't want you to… to clean up."

"Oh?"

"I think if you went to… you know… your appointment like this, it would be—"

"Wow," Charlotte whispered. "It would be. Showing up filled with three loads and reeking of sex? Lucas, that's… that's really sweet. And you really do think it's hot? You're not just saying that?"

"Yeah," he said, blushing. "You want breakfast?"

It did not seem an appropriate time to divulge that she'd been starting her day for the past week with a bottle of chilled jizz.

"I'm not much for breakfast but if you have some cereal or something," she said, instead.

Lucas got out of bed and slipped on his pants, while Charlotte swung her legs off and pulled on her skirt.

"Have you seen my panties?" she asked.

Lucas held them up and then put them in his pocket.

"Aw," Charlotte gushed as she picked up the shirt he'd worn the night before. He cocked his head as she pulled it on. "We're trading," she said. "I'm holding it hostage. If you want it back, you'll have to figure out how to get it."

His lips twitched in a smile. Lucas led her down the stairs, where they checked into the living room. No sign of last night's party remained.

"You have thoughtful homeboys," Charlotte said.

"Yeah. They're not bad."

As they walked toward the kitchen, Charlotte asked, "So, when do your parents get home? I don't want you to get in trouble for like having a slutty girl over."

"They're gone for the summer," he said. "and I don't really care what they think."

He pulled out a chair for her and Charlotte sat, wincing slightly at her sore ass. Lucas showed her cereal boxes until she picked some, and he brought her a bowl.

"Milk?" he asked.

"Yeah."

He went to the fridge and returned with milk and a box of plastic wrap.

"Say when," he said as he poured.

"When."

He set down the milk and tore off a long strip of plastic wrap as Charlotte watched curiously. He took the strip, pulled one of her hands behind the chair, and looped it around her wrist. He then did the same with the other before taking his seat across from her.

"I have to feed my victim," he said in reply to her questioning look. "I think she should entertain me, right?"

Charlotte blushed as she leaned forward and put her face in the bowl, watching him over the rim as she lapped at the milk. Lucas ate with a spoon as he watched her back, a smirk on his face. He finished before she did, and casually sat back until she'd made a mess on the table and her face.

Lucas brought a towel, which he used to wipe the table but not Charlotte's face. He took her bowl away, and then returned, scooting her chair back from the table and taking a seat on the edge of it. He tugged down his pants, freeing his cock again.

"You need your protein. How about some sausage?"

Without waiting for Charlotte to reply, he put his hands on her head and pushed his fat knob into her mouth. Charlotte whimpered and her legs shook as he used her head to masturbate. He didn't stop until he groaned and spewed his next load into her mouth.

With her face dripping milk and cummy spit running down her chin, Lucas held up a pair of scissors and said, "You're forgetting something."

Charlotte licked her lips and said, "Thank you for raping my mouth."

He cut the ties on her wrists. Charlotte stood on rubbery legs. Where the hell had this Lucas come from?

She'd barely gotten to her feet when Lucas pushed her over the table and jammed his half-hard prick back into her pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried as he pushed her head against the table and humped her.

"See what you get for cockteasing? I'm a good Christian boy and here you come, flashing your pussy around and your big boobs! You're just asking to get raped!"

Charlotte gripped the tabletop as he fucked her, ramming his stiffening cock into her like he'd been raping for years.

"Tell God you're sorry for being such a slut," he said.

"I'm sorry!" she cried.

"God didn't hear you!" he said and spanked her with his free hand.

"I'm sorry for being a slut!" she said again. "I'm sorry for wanting to get raped!"

With his nuts empty, Lucas treated her to a good, hard, morning raping. Her hips pressed painfully against the table as he drove his cock into her, pushing so deep that she hollered with real pain. It was such a surprising change that she actually wondered if she had somehow cockteased him until his mind broke. The whole thing was so hot, though, that she came violently on the tabletop with his prick deep inside her.

Lucas did not cum again. Instead, he pulled out of her after she'd cum for him and let her up, sitting down heavily in the chair. Charlotte, trembling and weak-kneed, knelt in front of him.

"Thank you," she said breathlessly, "for raping me."

And she took his slick knob in her mouth again and serviced it until he fed her.

***

While Lucas drove her home, with her panties dangling from his mirror, Charlotte could no longer contain it.

"Okay. What the actual fuck was all that? Who are you, Lucas?"

"Well, I like movies. I just thought… you know… if I were playing the part of a… a rapist, what would I do?"

"And your acting chops told you to tie me to a chair, humiliate me for your entertainment, and then screw the fuck out of me?"

"Um, yes?"

"And you haven't even been to film school yet?"

"No?"

"Jesus."

They passed a moment in silence before he asked, "Are you mad?"

"Am I mad? Am I mad that you fucked me three times without my consent? That you shoved that fat dick up my ass and basically used my face to jerk off with? Am I mad? Fuck. No, I'm not mad! You violated me in every possible way, and I… I'm impressed."

"You—"

"Don't talk to me!" Charlotte snapped and folded her arms.

Lucas gave her a side eye, no doubt wondering if he'd just fucked up by sticking his dick in crazy. For several minutes, she stared out the window. What in the hell had she gotten herself into?

"Lucas," she finally said as they pulled into her complex. "That was hands-down the best date I've ever been on."

"But it… it wasn't a date. Right?"

He parked the car.

"Of course, not," she said. "Don't be ridiculous."

Despite being parked in front of her building, Charlotte did not immediately leave the car. She dithered.

"So, um… we're here," Lucas said.

"I'm stupid. Not blind. Just… give me a sec."

"Okay."

She sat fuming for a moment longer before she said, "I… I want to kiss you, but I have jizz breath."

Lucas handed her a stick of gum. Charlotte chewed it angrily in silence for several minutes as she stared out the window.

"Okay," she finally said. "And don't do it like a pansy."

Lucas moved in for a kiss, Charlotte closed the distance. Lucas put his hand behind her head, drawing her closer. Before their lips met, he pushed her head into his crotch and rubbed her face against his bulge.

Charlotte squealed as he yanked her up, pressing his mouth on hers and jamming his tongue into it. She groaned, trying to pull away, but he held her in place and pushed his hand between her legs, shoving two fingers up her cunt. After stroking her wet hole for a few seconds, he pushed her away and said, "Get out, skank."

"See you at work."

"Okay," he said.

Charlotte stumbled out of the car on the tall pleasers, completely wrecked. She stood there and watched him drive away before going up to the apartment. There was no new bottle of jizz, outside. Odd.

She let herself in, found Samantha on the couch, and sat beside her in a huff.

"What's your bitch?" Samantha asked.

Charlotte let out a long sigh and said, "I'm a weird fucking slut."

***

The Pet Shop

The transformation in Petsy's shop was well underway by Thursday, though far from complete. Tina arrived early bouncing with excitement. She could barely stand to wait and see the reactions from her coworkers after the previous day's work.

It had been a summer of change, and it was far from over. Tina herself had changed so much, starting with her tits. That single thing seemed to have come at just the right time to carry her through all the other changes.

The shop's new direction was something that seemed to have fallen into her lap exactly when she'd needed it. For a girl who had gone through most of her life with near zero confidence, becoming a minor internet celebrity had been astonishing. Her personal accounts were filled with drooling comments, and she'd even gotten offers from porn producers.

Tina, however, wasn't interested in those. Everyone might love to look at her tits, play with them, fuck them, and cum on them, yes. She may have become something of a nymphomaniac since her enhancements, certainly. She knew without a doubt that girls with big tits were meant for casual use as sex dolls, cum depositories, and family fuck toys, of course. The idea of starring in porn films, however, just wasn't an attraction.

Being part of something, two little families, where she was truly liked for more than just her big tits was far more appealing. Before getting tits, Tina had felt jealous of the other girls. They'd been competition, and Tiny Tits Tina just couldn't measure up. She'd never taken the time to get to know Charlotte or Katie beyond the hours they spent together in the shop.

It was one more thing that had changed. Far from being stuck-up hot girls, her coworkers had depth to them, which Tina had never taken the time to see. In hindsight, it was a regret. She'd spent far too much time disliking them for using their natural assets to get ahead. Now that they were working together, building something exciting, she was seeing them for who they really were.

Charlotte and Katie weren't stuck-up hot girls. They were like her. Far from confident, they had their own insecurities and problems they dealt with.

Charlotte, for all her carefree shit talking, struggled with something Tina hadn't quite figured out. On one hand, she flaunted herself, constantly teased, and made no secret of her sexual availability. On the other, she saw Tina, at times going too far, and she stepped in as a protector. She flirted with the idea of friendships, was kind to everyone, but never showed any of that kindness to herself. Loneliness came off her in waves, and it broke Tina's heart to see it.

Katie, who before had seemed like the blonde queen of the shop, raking in tips and commissions, was constantly conflicted. One minute, she was hot and willing to get down and dirty. The next, she seemed guilt-ridden and completely lost. It made Tina wonder if she had some kind of split personality. That was a thing, but she'd never met anyone like that.

It was also clear that her relationship with Megan wasn't quite like the one Tina shared with Kevin, or the rest of her family. There was certainly love in it, but having observed the two of them together so much lately, it was something else. It was more like they fed off one another, though Megan was clearly in charge. It didn't seem like it was something nonconsensual. It was more like Katie was enthralled by her younger sister. Megan deferred to her in some small matters, but when she really wanted to push an issue, all she did was touch Katie, whisper a little bit, and Katie was happily on board.

Megan herself was a puzzle. Tina could recall the few times she'd met Megan before she'd started working with them. She'd seemed bratty, vapid, a typical spoiled hot girl. She was concerned with dressing cute, looking cute, and being cute.

Spearheading the shop's unexpected rise had done something to her. It had started transforming her, too. While she was still bratty, and still concerned with what was cute and sexy, it wasn't purely for her benefit. She'd seen that she was capable of something, and she'd embraced it wholeheartedly. In such a short time, she'd gone from bratty teen to a determined general, leading her troops on campaign after campaign.

Her energy was infectious, her shocking work ethic admirable, and her generosity commendable. She wasn't the star in this show she was putting on. She was treating every one of them like stars. When one of them did well, she showed nothing but praise and excitement. No one Petsy's Pet was greater than the other. They were a real team.

It was because of those things that Tina worked with Lucas, while the other girls took the day off, to ensure there was a team theme in the shop. She wouldn't have been able to pull off this little piece without Lucas, who was himself a surprise. Anything with computers or a camera he seemed to have a talent for. Confidence when talking to girls… that was another matter.

Tina carried the remaining boxes of inventory out to the tables in front of the shop. Petsy and his nephews continued making other renovations. Any moment, her coworkers would arrive and see her surprise.

Charlotte was the first to arrive, while Tina was setting inventory out for sale. Something was off. While generally cheerful and sassy, Charlotte was rarely happy. In fact, Tina wasn't certain she'd ever seen Charlotte happy.

Her coworker had a knowing grin, like she was reliving the best day of her life. When she sauntered up, she put her arms around Tina's neck and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Morning, Tits," she said.

"You're a happy harlot. Is something wrong?"

"Usually. Yes. No. Maybe? Actually… I don't know."

"You're out here with me today," Tina said. "I'm getting the whole story out of you."

Charlotte's grin widened and she said, "You'll have to make me."

Katie's car pulled into the lot and the two of them waited for the sisters to make their way up. Before they reached the door, Lucas arrived. He hurried up, trailing just behind Megan and Katie.

"Morning, Lucas," Charlotte said, and put an extraordinarily lengthy, wet kiss on his lips.

He was wide-eyed and blushing when it ended, stammering, "H… hey."

"Morning, Lucas," Tina said, and pecked him on the mouth.

"Morning, Lucas," Megan cried, and followed suit.

Everyone looked at Katie, who added, "Good morning, Lucas," as she kissed him on the cheek.

Lucas' dick pressed against his pant leg as he turned to Tina and asked, "Did they… see?"

Tina shook her head.

"See what?" Katie asked.

"This way, if you please," Tina said and held open the door for them.

She followed them into the shop, where they stood staring. On the wall above the counter were four large posters. Each poster housed a picture, edited by Lucas, of one of the girls. Above them, in bold, silver letters were the words, "The Pet Shop."

"Oh, my God," Megan whispered. "It's perfect."

"Katie, you look hot as fuck," Charlotte said. "Damn. I look good on a wall."

"You guys did this?" Katie asked. "It's… it looks great."

"It was mostly Lucas," Tina said. "I told him my idea and he put it all together yesterday."

Charlotte draped herself on his shoulder, saying, "That's my man. Full of surprises."

"We're… not dating," Lucas said.

"Ick," said Tina.

"Right?" Charlotte said. "Revolting."

"You guys really did it, though, right?" Megan asked.

Charlotte shook her head, saying, "Nah. He held me hostage and raped me."

"Um…" said Tina.

Katie looked at him as if he'd grown an extra head.

"What?" Megan asked.

"It… it wasn't— I didn't—" Lucas stammered.

"It's my own fault," Charlotte said. "Acting like a dirty slut, cockteasing a wholesome Christian boy with a huge dick. I deserved it."

"You're the weirdest person I know," Katie said, shaking her head.

"And now you're like… together?" Megan asked.

"Don't be gross," Lucas said.

"Yeah, Megs," Charlotte added. "No one dates the rape slut."

Petsy appeared, gestured to the posters on the wall, and asked, "You approve?"

"It's gorgeous," Megan said.

"Nice work, old man," Charlotte said.

"It's great, Petsy," Katie agreed.

"Much work still to do," Petsy said. "Charlotte, you and Tina will work tables. Megan, Katie, many new pallets in back. You will help organize."

***

As Charlotte and Tina set up the tables, Tina said, "Alright. Spill it, bitch."

"Spill it?"

"Lucas has been coming in here for months and drooling over you. You shut him down every time. Now you're gaga. Spill it. That big dick rearranged more than your insides."

"I am not gaga," Charlotte said. "I just— My first impression was… incorrect."

"Rape slut?"

"Hey, a girl can like it a little rough."

"A little rough?"

"A lot rough?"

"And Lucas is some kind of closet sex god?" Tina asked, incredulous.

Charlotte shook her head, saying, "He… sort of found a way to push the right buttons."

"By roleplaying a hostage rape?" Tina asked.

Charlotte sighed dreamily. Tina rolled her eyes and said, "Well, happy looks good on you."

"I mean, there are some things to work out," Charlotte said, "but… yeah. He's different. How about you? Get screwed by your hunky bro yet?"

Tina giggled. "As a matter of fact…"

"Oh! From one incestuous freak to another, then, let me be the first to congratulate you. You're now a certified slut."

"And I sucked off my dad," Tina added.

"Damn, girl!"

"In front of my mom."

"Now you're just showing off. When are you inviting me over?"

"My family doesn't keep hostages," Tina said. "but I'm pretty sure Kevin's got a hard-on for you, too."

"I can't blame him," Charlotte said, primping her hair. "I'm so desirable that men will just use me as casually as blowing a load in a tissue."

"That's what girls with big tits are for," Tina agreed.

"Well, they're about to get a little bigger. By Saturday, I'll be like twice as fuckable. I'm really looking forward to those implants, too."

Tina put her arms around her, saying, "Charlotte. I'm happy for you."

Charlotte patted her back. "Don't go all mushy on me. It'll probably end in fiery hell, but thanks."

The Rape Slut

Things were a little off in Charlotte's head. While she normally lived in a state of relative confusion, the unexpected night with Lucas had created further conflict. She was not what one would call a relationship person. Even before the first rape, her dating record hadn't been stellar.

Charlotte wouldn't say she had a type exactly. She'd dated around with an eclectic sort. A struggling musician. A starving artist. A brief fling with a handsome tech bro. The shitty, somewhat smelly Kyle. If there was one thing all these relationships had in common, it was that they treated her like who she perceived herself to be: a dumb hot girl who liked getting fucked hard and rough.

Low, practically non-existent self-worth, she understood, was influenced by a variety of factors. One major factor was her father, who had belittled her and Samantha every day after their mother left them. Hearing his opinion of them long enough had an indelible impact on their self-image.

After the first rape, Charlotte's opinion of herself mirrored the opinions of others more heavily. She'd been violated, abused, and humiliated. Despite those things, and later because of them, she'd gotten a sexual satisfaction that no other could rival. There was, in her mind, no other explanation for this. She was a dumb hot girl who liked getting fucked hard and rough.

There had been no attempts at a relationship after that. She was useless as anything but a hole for rough, angry, and abusive men to use. Her pleasure became tied to that perception. She didn't need doctors or therapists to tell her what she already knew. She was going to be like this forever, and nothing could change that. She wasn't even certain she wanted it to change. There was a thrill in it like nothing else.

Lucas, however, had confused her. It wasn't just the rather surprising way he took on the role of a rapist for her benefit, in stark contrast to everything she'd believed she knew about him. That was an attractive quality, certainly. It wasn't even that he was hung. Charlotte had screwed guys with big dicks before, and most of the time it wasn't anything special.

Part of the confusion came from some of the things he'd said. He found her interesting. No one had ever found Charlotte interesting outside of her tits and holes. Not a single person had asked what she wanted out of life, knew that she liked to sketch, or had a borderline obsession with Akitas. There was also a tiny moment that stuck in her head from the night of the trip.

When she'd pulled off her top and got on her knees, Lucas hadn't looked at her tits. He'd seen them briefly, of course, while she changed at the shop. Still, when a girl pulls off her top, guys look at her tits. It's a normal response. Lucas hadn't. He'd looked at her. He'd seen her as a person, and that was something few others ever did.

Charlotte also went through life with a constant, nagging anxiety. Danger was everywhere. She actively worked to promote that feeling because of the rush. She couldn't remember a time in her life when she wasn't afraid of something. That was until she was in Lucas' bed, with him holding her. Bantering back and forth, after willingly giving it up to him, she'd felt incredibly safe.

It was a feeling she didn't deserve, and it probably wasn't going to last. That was another fear. She'd fuck it up. She'd do something incredibly slutty. Maybe he'd realize exactly how damaged she really was, get tired of the sick rape thing, and realize he deserved someone who wasn't gutter trash.

For now, however, Lucas was doing something to her head. Charlotte was certain she liked it, but uncertain what to do about it. She'd tried to warn him off, and she'd taken him to bed as a sort of trippy pity fuck. He'd see what a whore she really was, fall back on his values, and get over it. She just never anticipated that it would actually be her that felt swept off her feet.

It was with these things in mind that Charlotte made a stop at the store on her way home that evening. She was going to take a very drastic and unexpected step. It was one that, only a few nights ago, she would have believed unthinkable. She popped into the store and left with a new lock for the front door.

Changing the lock likely wouldn't do anything against the man and his friends. They were creative and determined, and she was their favorite rape hole. If they wanted her, they'd get her. There was, however, something that told her she could end it. The man had given her an out more than once.

He was obviously into the game enough that he'd committed mild violence against her and Samantha by tasering them. However, he hadn't ever beaten her, threatened to kill her, or placed her in a situation where she'd be in any actual danger of that happening. Therefore, for all the trappings, Charlotte understood that it was a game. Even the 'threat' of him releasing the website wasn't much of a threat.

Charlotte had little dignity, and honestly, having it released was almost as exciting a proposition as being blackmailed to perform for them. In fact, releasing the site was probably more of a danger to him than it was to her. Thanks to Megan's online campaigns, Charlotte had well over a million followers across her personal social media accounts. Sure, the majority of them were just there to call her a whore, a slut, or place the blame for the world's degeneracy solely at her feet. However, a website featuring her being blackmailed and gang-raped was unlikely to go without investigation by internet sleuths.

The day had taken its toll, and with her appointment scheduled for morning, Charlotte left the new lock on the coffee table. It could wait another day. Besides, she couldn't very well lock Samantha out of the apartment. She spent the next hour texting with Lucas before going to sleep.

***

It was the chill and the labored breathing that woke her up. The blanket was off her body. Someone was in the room. After enough run-ins with her blackmailers, she was accustomed to the way their breathing sounded through the masks. It was a Vaderesque hiss from whatever they used to give themselves that creepy, robotic voice.

This breathing was unencumbered by a mask. Either one of them had come in, and he'd done so without the mask. Or it was not one of her blackmailers. That left an actual home invasion, or one of three men she'd mailed keys and a rape invitation to.

In the moment of real fear, Charlotte felt paralyzed. The months of training herself to be the best victim she could be kept her still. The invader's hand touched her leg. It was rough and hot as it ran up her leg and probed her cunt. Of course, she was wet.

She could almost feel him smile. That touch, feeling her arousal, realizing the invitation was real, was what pushed him. He moved fast. Her moment of indecision was over.

The man was on top of her, his dick hard and intent on its target. Victim training kicked in and Charlotte gasped, reflexively attempting to roll him off, but he was bigger, stronger, and horny. He brought his weight down on her, mashing her head into the mattress as he forced his way into her.

With a groan, he sank into her cunt and pinned her kicking legs. That was when she caught the smell of the liquor, old and familiar. The worst rape she could imagine, and it was happening.

She shrieked into the pillow more desperately than at any time since that first night, "No!"

Since the first rape, this was one that she truly didn't want. In retrospect, it had been a terrible idea. Why did she have to be such a slut?

"Stop! Please, stop!" she begged.

The man, her father, with his cock buried to the balls inside of her, gave an equally surprised gasp as he stopped.

"The fuck," he hissed.

While his weight stayed on her, he fumbled with the table lamp and turned the switch. Charlotte lay under him, speared on his cock, with her head trapped under his hand.

"Jesus Christ! Charlotte?"

"Don't," she whispered. "Please, don't. Just go. Get the fuck out!"

"You dumb fucking cunt," he growled. "You worthless, piece of shit fuck hole. I told you you'd amount to fuck all, but this shit?"

"Let me go," she pleaded. "Just let me go."

Her father pushed his cock into her gooey insides and hesitated. Then he began to fuck her with years of built-up hate.

"You cockteasing bitch! This is what you're up to? Inviting your own daddy to screw your no-good cunt? Fuck you! You owe me this pussy for your bullshit."

With his hot breath in her ear, her father slammed himself into her, sharp, hard thrusts as he held her down. Charlotte's head rang as reality receded and she slipped into that dark space. This is what she was. This is what she was good for. She was a hole for angry and abusive men to use for pleasure.

He taunted her as he fucked her. It was awful. It was vile. It was the most disgusting violation she could imagine.

In the end, before he pulled his cock out of her and spit on her, she did exactly as he ordered.

"Cum for Daddy, you disgusting slut. Cum for Daddy. Give Daddy that wet pussy, you fucking whore!"

She hadn't cried real tears since that first rape, but as the old bastard stuffed her and mocked her, and she came for him, tonight she did.

Unpaid Labor

Despite the day at the shop ending, Katie and Megan were not finished working.

"There's so much stuff," Megan said excitedly as she carried a cute pink bag to the car.

The bag was from one of the sponsors, Vixen Vet, and it was filled with a variety of new merchandise. Throughout the day, Megan and Katie had picked apart pallets. The warehouse was stacked with separated product.

Katie had never seen so much sexy stuff in one place. Megan had been a bundle of erotic excitement the whole time. Now, they were on their way home, and Megan was already thinking about how to show off the products for the shop's sponsors.

Naturally, this thinking included Katie's participation. Katie had mixed feelings about the level of participation, however, Katie's pussy was highly agitated, and head noise was at a minimum. This was due to a convergence of factors.

The first was the vibrating panties, which Megan had made her wear the whole day. The second was working in close proximity to Megan all day allowing her sister touch and kiss her, which Katie found outrageously sexy. The third was the abundance of sexual products, which Megan joyously shared her intentions about. Katie was a tad nervous about those intentions, but it had been fun going through so much new stuff. The new products were much more interesting than old phones, small home goods, and power tools.

The first of Megan's promo videos took place in the shower, where Katie and Megan wore bikinis from a brand called Beach Bitch. While they showered the day's grime away, they used Seducer Soap, an aphrodisiac-packed body wash. While the first half of the video Megan would use for more public-facing networks, she also wanted Back Room content. That meant stripping Katie of her bikini and making out, while Megan edged her pussy.

Following the shower, Katie was made to wear some new accessories from Vixen Vet. These included a set of cat ears, and a fuzzy white tail. Megan, of course, turned this into safe content by recording her placing the ears on Katie, and then rubbing her tummy. The Back Room content involved Joey holding the camera, while Megan used 'Kitty Cleaner' to lube Katie's butthole and insert the tail.

Being the first night in some time they were home early enough for a family dinner, Megan helped Joey to prepare a meal. It wasn't that Megan simply wanted to be helpful, though. Megan wanted Katie to do the actual helping while she made videos for Kinky Kitchen.

Katie, therefore, wore edible underwear (which Megan took photos of her in), and cooked using utensils in the shape of colorful cocks. While she did so, she wore an apron with the words, "Feed Me, Daddy" on it. However, it was the Slut Spice Katie mixed into the food that Katie knew was going to seal her fate.

After being edged all day and then coated in soap that was designed to make people horny, Katie was hardly functional enough to follow Megan's directions while making dinner. The Slut Spice was simply an extra helping of aphrodisiac-laced oil, much like what Joey had drugged them with before. It was a vicious cocktail that was going to make Katie act— be a slut.

Not one to waste an opportunity for sponsored content, Megan set her phone on the tripod, and placed a white bowl on the table, another product from Vixen Vet. In the bowl she placed Katie's dinner. As Joey sat at the table, Megan pulled Katie close, gripping her bottom, and spent a long moment with her tongue in Katie's mouth.

"You're such a good girl, Katie," Megan said. "After we finish dinner, we'll call it a night and we can go have some fun, okay?"

Katie, well past the point of rational thought, nodded immediately.

"We just have one more to do, alright?"

"Okay," Katie agreed.

Megan clipped the leash onto Katie's collar and knelt on the floor, tugging Katie down with her. Katie was confused as to why they were on the floor, when dinner was on the table. Then Megan reached up and grabbed the bowl. She set the bowl on the floor, underneath the table.

Megan then sat in her chair. It was only then that Katie noticed there were only two chairs at the table. Neither of them was for her. Megan pulled the leash from under the table and Katie tipped forward on her hands and knees.

"Come," Megan said.

Katie crawled under the table and between Megan's legs, where she looked up at her sister.

"Megs, I'm not—"

Megan parted her legs, put her hand on Katie's head, and guided her to her cunt.

"First cunt, and then dinner, okay?" Megan said as Katie began to lick.

"Mm, hm," Katie mumbled.

The mumbles turned into a squeal of surprise as the butt plug tail began to vibrate.

The Last Straw

Charlotte lay in a pool of her own girl cream, with dry tears on her face. She was truly a disappointment to her father now. Not that she held his opinion in any high regard.

After taking some time to wallow in her misery, she rolled out of bed and pulled the sheets off. They went into the trash. There was no washing those, and she refused to ever sleep on them again.

That done, she dragged a chair to her room and pulled the first camera from the corner. She did the same with the one in Sam's room and the bathroom. When she climbed to get the one in the living room, she looked into it.

"I'm done," she said. "Fuck you. You wanted to know how far I'd go? That's how far. Release the site. I don't care. I fucking deserve it."

She pulled the last camera down and threw it in the trash with the others. When Samantha came home, after the club closed, Charlotte was in her bed. Her sister sighed, crawled in with her, and put her arms around her.

"What's your bitch?" she asked.

"I'm a weird fucking slut."

"What happened?"

"Dad stopped in," Charlotte said. "He didn't take it well when he found out who he was raping."

"Didn't stop him, did it?"

"I'm really a dumb cunt, aren't I?"

"Smart enough to know when you've had enough. I don't see a camera."

"It was every bit as horrible as I imagined. Worse." She turned over and hugged Samantha back, adding, "And I… I think I'm glad it happened."

"Let me wash that funky spunk out of you."

Charlotte followed her to the shower and let her sister clean her, but she still felt dirty when they went back to bed.

***

Charlotte considered telling Lucas not to pick her up. She could shove Sam out of bed for a ride to the clinic. In the end, she didn't. She stood at the curb and waited.

When Lucas pulled up, she sat beside him in silence until they'd left the apartment complex. Then she turned to him and opened her mouth.

"It's okay," he said.

"What?"

"It's okay."

"What is?" she asked.

"You were going to say you're sorry. It's okay."

"How do you know? Maybe I was going to ask you to pull it out and let me treat you to some find road head."

"Except you don't need that right now," Lucas said. "You need someone to tell you it's okay."

"I do not," Charlotte snapped.

She folded her arms and stared out the window for a few minutes.

"What I need is someone to tell me I'm a… a disgusting slut," she said.

"No, you don't."

Charlotte frowned. "Do so."

"You won't get it from me."

"But… you're who I need to hear it from," Charlotte argued.

"Why?"

"Oh, so now you don't know something." Another minute of silence passed before she asked, "How do you do that? Know when I need you to be an asshole, or not be an asshole?"

"You telegraph it."

"That's bullshit. I wouldn't know how to use a telegraph if you put one in front of me. Even you don't know how to do that."

Lucas half-smiled.

"You know how to do that, don't you?" Charlotte asked. "You fucking geek."

"I mean you have different tones of self-deprecation. You have the one where you call yourself a rape slut and you're sorry about it. You have another when you talk about it proudly. Based on the tone, I know when you're in the dumps or horny," Lucas explained.

"I'm always horny. Even when I'm in the dumps."

"Well, like actual horny. Also, you're wearing shorts. You never wear shorts. That's like hanging a 'Club Closed' sign on the door."

"Did you just refer to my cunt as a… a club?"

"Except it has no cover charge."

Charlotte frowned, attempted to glare sternly, but ended up laughing.

"That's not fair," she said. "I was in a real shit mood, and you ruined it."

She returned to staring out the window as they drove in silence. After a few minutes, though, her hand edged toward his, took it, and held it. He looked down at it.

"Is this… is it okay?" she asked.

He squeezed it. Nothing more was said until they arrived at the clinic, where Lucas stopped the car at the doors.

"I'll be back after work and I'll wait for you," he said.

Charlotte still held his hand. "Lucas," she said, "Do you think… afterward— could you take me home? With you?"

"Yeah."

Charlotte brightened and said, "The next time you see me, I'm going to have like awesome tits!"

"You already do."

"Yeah, but like, the drapes are going to match the carpet!"

Lucas cocked his head.

"My tits are going to be as epic as my pussy, dude."

"Oh. Right."

She leaned over, kissed him on the lips and left the car, waving as she ducked through the doors.

***

Charlotte followed Doctor Hillard to a room with chair. Low, ambient music played from speakers mounted in the corners, and a nurse stood by a small rolling cart. Hillard gestured to the chair.

"If you'll disrobe, we can get started right away. Do you have any other questions before we begin?"

Charlotte stripped off her clothes and sat in the chair, asking, "I was wondering. Those implants. Can they go like other places? Like could you put one in my cunt?"

"They are flexible," Hillard said. "We've used them in that way for other patients, particularly those with difficulties reaching climax. Based on your responses to the sexual wellness questionnaire, I prepped an additional unit for that eventuality."

"I can pay for it," Charlotte said. "I know it wasn't in the original deal. And maybe one up my ass, too?"

Hillard smiled kindly, though it was hidden behind his mask.

"Of course," he said. "No charge. Collecting data for the study is important, so we'll be happy to oblige. Might I also suggest, if your… difficulties are related to past trauma or psychological issues, we have an excellent mental health staff. Doctor Donna, Tina's Adjustment Counselor, would be happy to meet with you."

"I might scare her away," Charlotte said.

"As you wish. If you ever change your mind, get in touch."

The nurse rolled over a machine and placed a mask over Charlotte's mouth and nose, saying, "You'll just take a little nap, and when you wake up, we'll be all done."

She put a set of padded cuffs around Charlotte's wrists, strapping them to the arms of the chair and saying, "These are for your safety. We'll need you to avoid touching your breasts for a few hours after the injections. Are they too tight."

"Just right," Charlotte mumbled through the mask.

The nurse turned on the gas.

"Just count back from sixty for me, Charlotte," Hillard instructed.

Charlotte began counting in her head. As the seconds passed, she felt spacey and lightheaded. Hillard frowned and checked the machine.

"Might want to go a little higher," Charlotte mumbled. "I get chloroformed a lot."

Hillard nodded to the nurse, who adjusted the gas. A few seconds later, Charlotte was asleep.

***

Upon waking, it was like trying to think through soup. The soup was in her head. Hillard hovered over her. The mask was gone.

"How do you feel?" he asked, and the words echoed in Charlotte's head.

"Feels good," Charlotte mumbled.

It did feel good. Everything felt good. Her tits were a little sore, but nothing worse than a little rough groping produced. The greatest source of pleasure was from her cunt, which vibrated pleasantly. Hillard wheeled over a mirror, which he positioned above the chair, giving Charlotte a view of her enhanced tits.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"Nice tits," Charlotte mumbled.

With the haze in her head, it was hard to see much difference. The vibrations in her pussy also made it difficult to focus.

"Just rest easy for a bit," Hillard said. "Once you've had some time to wake up, we'll activate the implants and calibrate. Thirsty?"

Charlotte giggled and nodded. Hillard pushed a tube into her mouth and said, "Suck."

Charlotte sucked. Hillard gave her a white pill, said, "Swallow," and Charlotte let him put it in her mouth. She sucked more water from the tube.

While the grogginess did subside over the next hour, the haze in her head continued to hang on. The vibrations in her cunt stayed low and constant, but the pleasure only seemed to increase. By the time Hillard returned, Charlotte gently humped her hips up and down, moaning softly.

He gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, nodded to himself, and said, "I'm going to activate the implants. How do you feel?"

"Feels so good," Charlotte mumbled.

"It's going to feel much better soon."

Hillard tapped a tablet as he glanced at a monitor. The tablet chirped four times, and with each chirp, the pleasure increased.

"Aw, shit," Charlotte said as she jerked in the chair.

"Indeed," Hillard remarked. "I'm going to make some fine adjustments. You just let me know if it goes too far, alright?"

"Uh, huh…"

As Hillard adjusted the implants, Charlotte groaned. The pleasure spiked. Even though the vibrations were minimal, the pleasure wave hit her like a tsunami.

"Oh… Oh, fuck!" she cried as her back arched off the chair.

She tugged against the restraints as she screeched through one of the most delicious orgasms she could recall. The pleasure hit her again when Hillard groped one of her tits and tugged a nipple. It struck once more when he touched the other.

"Aw, fuck! Oh, God! Ag… again!"

The vibrations in her cunt intensified, sending her body into orgasmic spasms.

"Fuck… me…" Charlotte yelled. "Fuckin'… good!"

The vibrations stopped and Charlotte slumped into the chair, her head spinning with the orgasmic overload.

"All done," Hillard said. "I believe you'll be quite satisfied."

Charlotte gasped, looking into the mirror through the haze and afterglow.

"A few more hours and you'll be clear," Hillard said. "No complications at all. You have an excellent pair of breasts, Charlotte. Please avoid treating them too roughly for the next day or so. After that, you can have all the fun with them you want."

"Nice tits," Charlotte mumbled to the mirror.

"Very nice tits," Hillard agreed. He fed her another pill, saying, "Doctor Donna will stop in shortly to chat. Would you like me to turn the vibrator back on?"

"Fuck, yes," Charlotte mumbled. "Like edging."

"Don't we all," Hillard said with a chuckle.

The vibrations began again, low, rumbling, and the pleasure began to build once more. Hillard left her alone, swimming in the pleasant haze and giggling. She studied her tits. They were certainly bigger, rounder, firmer than before. As her twat vibrated, they jiggled slightly.

A short time later, as Charlotte was wiggling her hips on the brink of another orgasm, a woman entered and sat in a chair next to her.

"Hello, Charlotte. I'm Doctor Donna. How are you feeling."

"So good," Charlotte mumbled.

"I'm going to turn off the vibrator so we can have a quick chat, alright?"

"So close," Charlotte whined. "Please…"

"Of course," Donna said and pulled on one of Charlotte's nipples.

The added sensation pushed her over the edge, and Charlotte came once more. Doctor Donna switched off the vibrations, had her drink from the tube, and sat beside her stroking her hair.

"Better?" she asked a minute later.

"Yeah…"

"I just have a few questions for the sexual wellness study. I find it best to get the initial responses while you're still a little… woozy. I'd like you to be as honest as possible, and I assure you this conversation will stay private. Alright?"

"Uh, huh."

"Thank you. You're currently sexually active?"

"Yeah."

"How many times per week would you say you engage in sexual activity, on average?"

Charlotte tried to think about it. Finally, she said, "I dunno. Whenever someone wants to fuck me? 3… 5… 7?"

"In your questionnaire, you were asked a question about how easy it is for you to climax from vaginal intercourse. You rated your ability as low. You also noted that this was an issue you felt was related to you, and not to the performance of your partners. Could you tell me why you believe that's the case?"

"Got raped," Charlotte said. "It's hard to cum now cause I get off on rape."

"I see. So, you find it difficult to have satisfying sexual experiences without a nonconsensual aspect?"

"Yeah… Like getting raped."

"After your… experience, did you seek treatment? Physical or psychological?"

"Uh, uh."

"Was there any particular reason?"

Charlotte shrugged. "It made me cum. I'm all jacked in the head, and I'm a huge slut. Only huge sluts cum from rape."

"Well, that's a fine attitude, Charlotte. I support your decision to tackle this big issue yourself. Most mental health professionals would be inclined to disparage a girl that cums from rape. I think it's wonderful that you have such a sex-positive attitude, and you seem to know just what gets you off."

"Kinda sucks," Charlotte mumbled. "Now it'll be easier to cum."

"It certainly will," Donna agreed. "What do you think of your enhanced breasts?"

"Great tits," Charlotte said with a giggle. "I look like a sex doll."

"You certainly do," Donna agreed. "That's what girls with big tits are for, right?"

"Yeah," Charlotte said. "Slutty big tits."

"Well, I'll let you rest now. If you have any concerns and need to talk to anyone, please get in touch. Would you like me to turn your vibrator back on."

"Fuck, yeah."

***

It was after nine in the evening when a nurse brought a stumbling Charlotte through the doors and into the lobby. All of her coworkers sat tiredly, getting to their feet as she emerged. They crowded around her.

"Oh, my God. Did you guys all come to feel my tits?" Charlotte mumbled.

Tina laughed and said, "They're gorgeous! Go easy for a couple days, though."

Charlotte hugged her and kissed her on the mouth. When she pulled away, she said, "This place is fuckin' great. These drugs are like the real deal."

"You're not driving home, right?" Katie asked.

"Nah. Lucas is going to take me home." she leaned in to whisper in Katie's ear, though it was not at all a whisper. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of him."

Lucas blushed.

"Well, he better be in for a ride," Tina said. "I'm telling you; those implants are going to fry your brain."

"I had them put one in my cunt," Charlotte attempted to whisper to Katie. "And up my ass."

She put her finger to her lips and giggled as Katie shook her head.

"Oh, my God! Really?" Megan said excitedly. "I want to do it, too! Katie, let's do that, too!"

Charlotte narrowed her eyes suspiciously and asked, "How'd you hear about that?" she glared at Katie and said, "It was a secret."

"You're practically shouting," Katie said, then turned to Megan. "We are not getting implants… down there."

"You need some help to the car?" Tina asked, offering her shoulder.

"I got this," Charlotte said.

She took two steps, stumbled, and fell on the floor, laughing. Tina and Katie pulled her up.

"I don't got this," she said. "Can you help me to the car?"

Tina slung an around her shoulder, while Katie took the other. Together, they hobbled out toward the car.

"You guys like my tits? They got bigger."

***

Charlotte was on her way down but still a bit loopy as Lucas helped her into his house. He sat her on the couch in the living room.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked as he pulled off her shoes.

"A drink? You could pretend you spiked it and picked me up at a club. I'll probably pass out soon, so it'll be like it's real."

"Water," he said.

"Mmkay."

When he returned, Charlotte had pulled off her clothes and sat naked on the couch, fumbling with the remote control. He took the remote, handed her the glass, and sat beside her. Charlotte took a long drink, set the glass aside, and looked down at her naked body.

"Lucas, you took off my clothes."

"Why would I want you in my house wearing clothes?"

She lay her head in his lap. Lucas pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and covered her.

"If I had a real house, I'd be naked all the time," she said. "Would you be naked if you had a house?"

"Only if it had you in it. How are you feeling?"

"A little goofy but better. Can we watch TV? I don't care what it is. I just like this. I like laying on your cock."

"Sure."

He switched on the TV and began flipping channels as Charlotte's hand gently caressed his cock.

"Oh! That one," she said suddenly.

Lucas flipped a channel back.

"This?"

"Yeah."

The late-night replay was a national cheerleading competition.

"Cheerleading?" he asked.

"I wanted to be a cheerleader. Short skirts, leg kicks, you're like a sex symbol. I was too dumb. I sucked dick instead of making good grades."

Lucas stroked her hair as she stroked his cock.

"You could still dress up like a cheerleader," he said. "And it's not like you can't be one. You're only twenty. You can still go to college."

"Can't major in being a skank," Charlotte said. "Besides, I'd just end up at frat parties getting gangbanged. Nah. I'm better off working at the shop. At least I can get paid for being a whore."

As the squad on TV left the field, a new one dashed out, pom poms waving.

"That's Shoreside Shoals," Charlotte said. "Their flyers had like this total mental breakdown last year."

"Flyers?"

"The front girls. They're the ones you see doing all the best tricks. They ended up in a mental hospital. One completely lost it and started thinking she was someone else."

"That's crazy. I never thought cheer could be such a strain."

"Competition can be a bitch," Charlotte said.

They watched the squad in silence for several minutes, with Charlotte's hand rubbing Lucas' cock.

"Lucas," she said.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"For?"

"Being nice."

"Sure."

"Will you take off your pants?"

With the blanket around her shoulders, Charlotte sat up. Lucas wiggled out of his jeans and sat back down. She perched herself on his lap, putting her arms around his neck. Lucas set his hands on her hips.

"I had them put the implant in my cunt so I could like… do it without being a weird rape slut," she said as she rocked gently against his hardening cock. "I don't want you to have to… you know, have to be someone else for me."

"I'm not being someone else. I liked it. It was fun."

"Well, you can still do it whenever you want. I just don't want it to be like that for you all the time."

"I just want you to be who you are. That's who I like."

Charlotte pulled him and kissed him, slow and passionate, her tits pressing against her chest. After only a few moments she broke away, panting.

"Holy shit, that feels so good," she whispered. "Touch them."

Lucas put his hands on her tits and Charlotte gasped.

"God damn," she hissed. Then, "Um. Sorry. Gosh damn."

Lucas smiled. "I'm sure the big guy won't mind."

"That's so fucking good," Charlotte said again. "Try to lick one."

Lucas put his lips around one of her nipples and Charlotte bucked against his crotch.

"Oh, shit! Wow."

She reached between her legs and fitted his meat to her entrance, lowering herself onto him. His cockhead parted her folds, and Charlotte mashed her mouth back against his, squealing into it with pleasure as she took more of his length. Lucas moved his hands to her ass, cupping it as she sank further.

She broke the kiss with cry of pleasure, her body quaking as she held onto him.

"Fuck… fuck… fuck…" she whispered into his ear as her pussy swallowed his long tool. "Oh, my God! Lucas… I'm…"

She pushed back against his cock and began to fuck herself on him, clutching him tightly and gasping into his ear as she came. It was just what she'd hoped. She could get off in act of passion and make it good for him.

Charlotte rode him through another one, her tongue in his mouth and her hands in his hair. Lucas clutched her bottom with one hand, the other on her back, holding her as they shared the pleasure. Only after her second orgasm did she pull back and sit trembling on his lap.

She bit her lip shyly, and said, "I… I have to know what it's like."

Lucas, wide-eyed and panting asked, "What?"

She put her lips to his ear. "Rape me. Please, rape me. Like the other night. Just hold me like that first time and rape me. It felt so sexy, like you were trying to make me love you by raping me."

"Okay."

Before Charlotte could react, Lucas pushed her off his lap. With a cry, she fell to the floor, tangled in the blanket. He snatched the corners of it and twisted them together, turning it into a sort of trap. Charlotte, genuinely shocked, wiggled in her fuzzy prison.

"What the fuck?" she yelled.

Lucas began to drag the blanket across the floor and up the stairs.

"Ow!" Charlotte yelped as she bumped up each step.

He dragged her to the bedroom, where he let the blanket go. Hot and disoriented, Charlotte stumbled out of it. Before she could get to her feet, Lucas grabbed her around the waist and flung her on the bed.

She landed with a cry as he slid in behind her, clutched her around the waist, and pulled her against him. His leg went over hers, his other hand closing over her mouth, and he pushed his cock back into her.

"Mmm!" Charlotte squealed as his cock speared into her.

He held her there as she quivered, then slid back and slowly pumped his hard-on in and out of her.

"Shh," he hushed her. "This is what you need."

The slow thrusts became faster. Charlotte's adrenaline spike began wearing down, but the peak hit her within moments. She humped back against him, panting into his hand as he fucked her. She twisted in his grasp, her body jerking as she came.

"Good girl," Lucas whispered. "Cum for me. Cum for me, Rape Hole."

Charlotte squealed into his hand, the orgasm hitting her like a tsunami at the words. Lucas groaned as he came inside of her, saying, "My favorite little rape hole."

The Happy Family

Tina had tempted her father into sin. At least, this was the justification for spanking Tina as her mother watched. Brian, a supportive and caring father, had been tempted by his cockteasing daughter and her big tits.

The spanking was not a hard one, but Tina's yelps were real. Now that the gates had been opened, Tina was regularly being 'disciplined' around the house. It had become her family's favorite activity, one which Tina herself had suggested.

The night she'd played with her parents for the first time, Brian had drawn a line. Tina didn't know how long the line was going to last, but she respected it. Her father wasn't going to fuck her.

The decision hadn't been a disappointment. There were any number of sexy games Tina could play with her parents, and every night she was being railed by her brother. It was, for a big-breasted family sex doll, a perfect life.

The night she'd sucked her father off, Tina left her parents to discuss this most recent breach of normal family conduct. While they went at it down the hall, Tina washed her father's semen from her mouth and had her own discussion with Kevin. Her brother was in his room, at his computer.

He whirled around when Tina let herself in, transfixed as always by her naked tits. She put her hands over his eyes and said, "Guess who?"

"I watched you walk in, bimbo," Kevin said.

"Shit, I am a total bimbo now. Like in every way!"

"You aren't braindead."

"Between you and Dad fucking my head, I probably will be by the end of summer."

Kevin stopped groping her tits and said, "Dad?"

Tina sat back on the bed, spread her legs, and said, "Guess who just joined Tina's incestuous bimbo blowjob club?"

This knowledge, while it took Kevin a brief moment to digest, had a quick effect. Kevin stood up, pushed down his shorts, and shoved his sister back on the bed. His cock was deep in her in the next moment.

"You fucking sex doll," he growled as he thrust into her. "You hot, dirty fucking sex doll!"

Tina's ease of orgasm had her bucking against him and squealing with only a few strokes, but Kevin was relentless. The more Tina came, the harder he fucked her, seemingly possessed by the thought of his sister becoming the family slut.

"Now you're giving my pussy away to Dad?" he growled as he humped her. There was no real anger in it, only excitement.

"Oh! Fuck! No! I didn't!" Tina cried.

"You will. You'll cocktease him into fucking you, just like you did me. He won't stop at your mouth and your tits. He'll need to know how it feels to use the family sex doll."

The idea excited Tina, though she knew it wasn't going to happen. Not right now. Kevin was right about one thing, though. She was going to cocktease him until he gave in.

***

Every day, Tina made it her mission to do just that. She went nude around the house, greeting her father with open-mouthed kisses, shamelessly rubbing his cock. She openly fondled her mother's breasts at the breakfast table or played with her brother's cock while relating how well Kevin had fucked her the night before.

"If you keep this up," Laura said over breakfast one morning, "you're going to turn into a brat."

That was when Tina came up with the idea.

"Maybe I should," she said. "Be bratty, I mean. Daddy does like disciplining a disrespectful brat, don't you, Daddy?"

"A man needs to keep his little girl in line," Brian agreed.

That was how the game became a regular thing. Tina would, at every opportunity, flaunt herself in front of her family members. When she showered, she left the door open. When she was in her room, she lay on the bed with her legs spread invitingly, often rubbing her cunt. When the family watched TV together, she went without panties, sitting between her father and brother on the couch.

Inevitably, she'd begin masturbating as they watched movies or shows. Kevin or Laura might call attention to it.

"Dad, Tina's acting like a disgusting slut again," Kevin might complain.

Brian would then pull her over his lap, spank her naked cunt and ass, and tell her to take her brother up to her room and apologize to him for being such a tease.

"Tina, that's completely inappropriate," Laura might say. "Brian, are you going to do something about this?"

"Damn it, Tina," he'd shout. "Why do you have to act like such a slut? I raised you better than that."

To correct Tina's behavior, her father and mother would take her upstairs, where Brian would fuck Tina's mouth or tits as punishment. Tina's behavior, however, was never corrected. When doing her chores, she was instructed to do them nude, after which she'd be spanked for teasing the family. Even asking Kevin to 'fuck the slut' out of his sister each night didn't curb Tina's inappropriate behavior.

Despite all this, Tina's father never did fuck her. It was Brian's line in the sand. While Tina respected it on the surface, she still did everything in her power to cross it. One day, she knew it would happen. Probably with her mother's encouragement. For now, however, life at home was the one Tina knew she deserved, the one that a girl with big tits was supposed to have.

Unmasked

Lucas released his hand on Charlotte's mouth but continued to hold her with his cock in her cummy pussy. She lay still, stunned by both the recent mind-melting orgasm, and the words out of Lucas' mouth. Seconds of silence passed before she could say something.

"Lucas," she finally whispered. "Why did you… why did you say that?"

"Because you were ready to stop playing," he said.

Charlotte was too stunned to speak. She couldn't move. Lucas? Lucas was the man?

"You?" she asked.

"I did it for you."

"How? Why?"

"It's what you wanted," he said. "All those nights you and Samantha tried to do it; it was only a matter of time before you ran into someone dangerous. I had to do it. To keep you safe."

"Safe?" Charlotte hissed. "How did you even know?"

"I watched you, and I learned," he said.

"You stalked me?"

"Yes."

"You… you kidnapped me. You blackmailed me. You broke into my apartment! You gang-raped me! You… you fucking tased me!"

"It's what you wanted. What you needed."

"Let me go!" Charlotte shouted.

Lucas released her. She bolted off the bed, standing naked a few feet away.

"Explain!" she shouted.

"Well, once I found out about… what you were doing, and you wouldn't go out with me, I figured that my… approach was wrong. You said you weren't the kind of girl for me. I had to… to show you I wasn't like other guys; that I could give you something they couldn't. Something you really wanted."

"So, you… you let your friends all rape me, too?"

"I just… I didn't want to lose you. If you kept trying to get strangers to do it, it was going to end badly. You might have gotten killed or… or trafficked. So, I wanted to give you what you wanted, so you could have it without being in real danger."

"You're joking. This is a joke. It's a joke, right?"

Lucas shook his head.

"You realize how fucked up that sounds?"

Lucas nodded, and said, "I know."

Charlotte shook her head. "Why even tell me? You… you got the fucking girl; in case you didn't notice."

"It wouldn't have been right. To keep it a secret. It wouldn't have been honest. I don't want to lie to you. You aren't like what you say you are. You're not worthless. I… I really like you."

Charlotte sat back down on the bed. She raised his head, forcing him to look at her.

"Lucas, that is the most fucked up, sweetest thing I've ever heard."

"I wanted to help you find your… your limit. Everyone has a point where it's too much. If I didn't do something… I was afraid for you."

"Oh, my God! You set me up to get raped by my dad!"

"And it was the tipping point," he said. "When you realized you'd gone too far."

Charlotte looked away. "The come to Jesus moment," she said.

"Sort of."

"So, you planned it all out? You figured out exactly what buttons to push, how to manipulate me, and all so… what? So, I'd go out with you?"

"We aren't dating," Lucas said. "Yes. I just wanted a chance. I didn't know the other night was going to happen."

"That's why there was no bottle the other night. Because you were all here. Christ."

"I'm sorry," he said. "If you don't want to see me anymore, I understand. I just wanted you to be safe. Are you mad?"

"Am I mad? You literally stalked me, raped me, kidnapped me, and you left me at a frat party to collect jizz in a jar. Am I mad? I— I'm… impressed. Also I am mad! Not about any of that."

"You aren't? You are?"

She punched his arm. "You guys fucking cheated on me! I was like the best rape hole you could have asked for, and you cheated on me!"

"We didn't, really."

"The frat bros said you were bringing girls over every night. Suck sluts to fill the jizz jar."

Lucas shook his head. "No. It wasn't like that. I just wanted it to look that way. I paid these two porn girls. Mindy Mouthhole and Sasha Swallows. I had to cash in an old life insurance policy my parents bought, and I sold most of my camera equipment. Plus, my savings."

"So, you could pay porn girls to fill jizz jars?"

"Yeah."

"And you convinced your friends, the dudes who were here the other night, to gang-rape the girl you had a crush on?"

"They're good friends."

"How did that… make you feel? To watch them with me?"

"I think you're… sexy," Lucas said. "I don't care who you have sex with. It's not about that. I just like you. I thought it was exciting."

"Okay, now I'm mad about something else," Charlotte said. "You let me think you were this shy virgin the other night. I thought I was breaking your cherry and giving you the time of your life."

"It was the time of my life," Lucas said. "Because it was the first time really being with you."

Charlotte rubbed her tired eyes, saying, "Pull that blanket over me."

"Are you sure?"

"I've been sedated all day. Maybe that's why I'm not as pissed off as I should be. Or maybe I'm actually just as jacked in the head as you are. I want to sleep."

"I can go take the couch," he said.

Charlotte pulled his arm around her. "Shut up and hold me like the obsessed fucking fan boy you are, you big-dicked, fake rapist. And turn off the light."

Lucas fumbled with the light.

"I'm sorry I lied about being a virgin," he said.

"Well, if you're going to date a rape slut, you will sometimes need to lie to her for the sake of a good raping. Forgiven."

"We're not dating, though. Right?"

"No, Lucas. We aren't dating."

"Okay."

"I'm your girlfriend."

Building a Better Sister

Katie had been eating the Slut Spice on everything since Thursday night. It was not because Megan wanted her to do it for content. It was because Megan enjoyed what it did to Katie. It lasted for hours, turning Katie's pussy into a wet mess that was very easy to manipulate. Combined with the aphrodisiac soap she was now washing with twice a day, Katie put up little of her prior resistance.

Between Megan's constant petting, kissing, the vibrating panties, and being a test subject for the products, Katie's noise level was at a minimum. It had, in fact, been Katie herself who had asked Joey to fuck her on Friday night. It wasn't that Katie wanted Joey specifically to fuck her. It was just that Katie wanted someone to fuck her.

Katie's desire to be fucked was due in large part to having been edged all day. The other part was the Slut Spice and the soap. Still another was the length of time she'd knelt at the foot of the bed, watching Megan happily bounce up and down on Joey's fat pole.

Katie ended up in the position after dinner on Friday night, when Megan wanted to practice her bondage skills again. Katie, her horny test subject, let Megan put padded cuffs on her wrists and ankles. These, her sister fastened behind Katie's back. While Katie knelt at the foot of the bed, with a vibrating rubber dick in her pussy, Megan came on their stepfather's very real dick.

Once Megan was sweaty and had gotten in her orgasm, she'd finally released Katie and told her she was good. It was then that Katie had asked for help. Soon after, she'd ended up with her face between Megan's legs, licking her cunt, while Joey stuffed her insides full of his cock.

Katie's favorite part of each night, sleeping in Megan's arms in her bed, ended Saturday morning as she awoke apprehensive. Today was the day she was going to get her breasts enlarged. She showered with Megan, using the soap. As they had to skip breakfast, Megan instead put drops of Slut Spice on Katie's tongue before they left.

They shared a brief, pensive wait in the lobby, during which Katie made one last attempt to avoid getting bigger tits.

"We really don't have to go through with this, Megs," she said. "I know you think it's sexy and… and it kind of is but—"

"Katie," Megan whispered, stroking her hair. "Stop worrying so much. Tina and Charlotte already did it. How would it look? We can't tell the whole internet to look into Maximizer if we aren't even willing to do it ourselves. Everyone will think we're frauds and liars. You're not a liar, right?"

Katie shook her head. Megan kissed her softly and spent the rest of the time with her hand under Katie's skirt, rubbing her bare pussy. There was a wet spot in the chair when they stood to follow Doctor Hillard through the door.

They stopped at a room, which he opened and said, "This will be your room, Katie."

"Mine?" she looked at Megan. "I just thought we'd be together."

"Nothing to fear, Katie," Hillard said. "Megan will be right next door."

"I'll go in with you, Katie," Megan said and took her hand.

It felt better walking in with Megan than doing it alone, but Katie was still apprehensive as she looked at the chair, the nurse, and the little rolling cart with needles on it.

"Would you feel better if Megan held your hand while we get you to sleep?" Hillard asked.

Katie nodded, her heart thudding.

"I'll need you to disrobe," Hillard instructed.

Megan began helping, pulling off Katie's top in front of the doctor and nurse. She then tugged down Katie's skirt and planted a soft kiss on her mound that made Katie blush. Megan put her in the chair. Hillard's nurse put a mask over her mouth and nose, while the doctor fiddled with his machine.

"Just count down from sixty, Katie. It's just a quick nap, and it will all be over."

Katie nodded, counting down as her eyes became heavier. Soon, she was asleep. Hillard walked Megan out of the room and into her own.

"We'll get Katie started first," he said. "Her augmentation will take just a bit longer due to her size increase."

"That's fine," Megan said as she pulled off her clothes and sat.

Hillard, looking at her body, asked, "I couldn't help but notice that Katie seems a bit more… reluctant about the procedure than you."

"It's her head noise," Megan said. "It confuses her. She likes being sexy, but she doesn't want other people to make fun of her. Like how she likes to pretend she's a pet."

Hillard nodded, saying, "Of course. I can tell you two have a very loving and special relationship."

"Oh, yeah! Everything we do, we do it together. She's like the best sister ever."

"Well, given the amount of business you've been sending our way, I'd be remiss if I didn't at least offer our full suite of services to you."

"Oh! There's more?"

"Much more," Hillard said. "You did say you'd like her to be a 'really hot sex doll' I believe it was?"

"Well, just look like one. Sisters aren't actually sex dolls."

"Of course, not," Hillard agreed. "But it's more than just large breasts that make a good sex doll, right?"

"Yeah. Will any of it help with the head noise?"

"Absolutely. We can enroll her into the more advanced level of the sexual wellness study. We'll put implants in other sensitive areas, including her mouth, plump up the lips just a touch, perhaps the posterior, and round it out with a bit of psychological treatment."

"Psychological treatment?"

"We work with many patients that have difficulty expressing themselves sexually. Our mental health team has created a conditioning regimen for cases like this. It's often the case those with more… submissive tendencies, like Katie, to have trouble letting those desires override their control."

"Oh! That sounds just like Katie! She really does want to be a sexy pet. It's just so hard because of the noise."

"Exactly. What our system does is create an auto-erotic reflex conditioning. It's like a feedback loop, in which sexual arousal leads to the production of more arousal-promoting chemicals. In essence, the more Katie is aroused, the more she'll stay aroused, leading to nullification of her… noise."

"That sounds great! She'll be so happy! But she's asleep. Does she need to sign more forms?"

Hillard shook his head. "She signed a blanket consent agreement. If you believe it's what she'd want, we'll move ahead. It will require us to keep her until Monday morning. Will that be alright?"

"Can I stay with her?" Megan asked.

"That would be ideal. We can introduce you in sessions where we stimulate Oxytocin production. That's the 'love hormone' if you will. It promotes bonding. It's a simple implant in the back of the neck, triggering nightly. If you spend each evening with her, her bond with you will become unbreakable."

"That's so perfect! Like a kitten!"

"Just so."

"Thank you. I have like ears for her and a tail and everything. It'll be adorable."

"Well, I'd better get started. Once we have her Maximizer injections done, I'll be back to start on yours."

***

Katie's mind was dull and slow when she came out of her nap. Doctor Hillard hovered over her, as did the nurse. They removed the mask, the doctor fed her a pill, and he pushed a tube into her mouth.

"Suck," he said.

Katie sucked at the tube and swallowed the pill. When she tried to lift her arms, she found them bound to the chair. This did not seem particularly concerning, as everything felt good. Her whole body buzzed pleasantly, but nothing so much as her cunt. The noise in her head was silent.

"Welcome back, Katie," Hillard said. "Everything went off without a hitch. Would you like to have a look?"

Katie shook her head as the first bit of noise crept in. She was afraid to look. Hillard, however, seemed to have misunderstood. He wheeled over a mirror, which he positioned over the bed.

"Oh, my God," Katie gasped.

Her tits were the size of Tina's, round, firm melons that were too large for a girl her size. Had it not been for the drugs and the feelings from her cunt, she might have cried. As it was, it was all too much effort. It was much better to simply lay here and let herself feel good.

"Have a little rest," Hillard said. "We'll activate and calibrate the implants in a bit."

The doctor placed a set of headphones over Katie's ears. After a short static hiss, a calming ambient music played, lulling Katie back to sleep.

When next she awoke, Doctor Hillard gave her tits a gentle squeeze, saying, "They're excellent Katie. You have wonderful breasts. Let's go ahead and get those implants activated."

Hillard poked at a tablet and watched a screen, saying, "You just tell me when it seems right."

As he made adjustments, the buzzing in Katie's cunt intensified. She moaned and shook in the chair, pulling against the restraints as the pleasure increased. It rose and consumed her, her back arching with the peak. Hillard reached out and pulled one of her nipples, sending her over the edge.

"Very good, Katie," he said as he groped her other tit and tugged her nipple.

The continued stimulation prolonged the explosion of pleasure until Hillard withdrew his hand. The vibrations returned to a low, steady rumble in her cunt.

"How did that feel?" he asked.

"So… good," Katie mumbled.

Hillard pushed the tube back in her mouth and said, "Suck."

Katie sucked. As the water entered her mouth, it tingled, sending a further spike of pleasure to her brain. It was so unexpected that she jerked, spitting the water out.

"Yes," Hillard said, wiping his coat. "I should have mentioned that you'll experience a bit of added sensation in your mouth."

"In my mouth?" Katie mumbled as she looked at her tits.

"Quite normal. Quite normal. If you'll open, please."

Katie opened her mouth. Hillard first shined a small penlight inside, nodded, and the pushed a stubby, rubber phallus into Katie's mouth. He strapped it to her head. Katie wiggled in the chair and mumbled around the gag as she panicked.

Hillard tapped the tablet and the vibrations in Katie's cunt went up a notch, making her groan. He set the tablet aside, gently squeezed her tits and said, "There, there. That's better, right?"

Katie did not think it was exactly better, but it did feel good.

"Just think of how nice it's going to feel when you're performing fellatio on your boyfriend. Why, you'll likely be able to climax from that alone. Won't that be nice?"

Katie mumbled around the gag and pulled on the restraints. The rubber phallus groaned and injected some sort of good into her throat. It tasted like cum but with a sweet, lingering aftertaste. Katie swallowed it without much other choice.

The doctor then placed a set of gel-like cups on Katie's tits, connected to hoses on a machine. He turned it on, and the machine made a quiet huffing sound as the cups began to suck on her breasts.

"Mmm!" Katie mumbled.

"Yes, of course," Hillard said. "A touch low."

The suction increased slightly. Katie groaned.

"Well. Now that you're settled, you can relax and watch some movies to pass the time. Your sister gave us a few of your favorites, so Doctor Donna was kind enough to curate a selection that will keep you entertained."

Hillard swung the monitor down, next to the mirror, where Katie could see both the screen and her ridiculous predicament. He turned it on, put the headphones over her ears, and left the room.

Katie lay in a haze, her mind numb and body tingling as the screen showed a white line. The line traveled to the bottom, back to the top, her eyes following it. When it reached the center again, it pulsed in time with the vibrator in her cunt. The phallus shot hot goo into her mouth. The cups sucked at her tits.

The line continued to pulse as the first of the "movies" flicked on. It displayed a blonde girl with large breasts, and around her neck was a collar. Another girl held a leash in her hand, attached to the collar. The collared girl knelt and submissively licked the second girl's cunt.

Katie groaned and watched the line move toward the bottom of the screen, back to the top, and then to the center. It pulsed. The phallus ejected more goo. The vibrator increased in intensity. Katie pulled at the restraints as the pleasure shot up.

***

Katie watched until her eyes burned, and her pussy was soaking the chair. She watched sexy girls with big tits lick other girls. She watched girls with big tits and collars suck cocks, while other sexy girls encouraged them. She watched more sexy girls with big tits get stuffed full of cock, under the guidance of other sexy girls.

Men sprayed the girls with semen. They slapped the collared girls faces or tits. The collared girls were spanked by both men and other girls. Every video was different, yet the same. The sound from the videos mingled with the ambient music in Katie's headphones, filling her mind with sexy thoughts. All the while, the vibrator kept her wet, the cups sucked on her tits, and the phallus squirted goo down her throat.

And yet, she never orgasmed. There was pleasure, and a lot of it, but no release. Why did something like a breast enhancement have to involve this? She couldn't understand. If only Megan was here to tell her it was okay.

Then Megan was there, just when Katie was sure she would break down and cry. The door opened. Megan and another woman entered the room. Megan swayed on her feet, giggly and beautiful. Her breasts were larger, as large as Katie's had been several hours ago. Now Katie's tits were too big.

Behind them entered Doctor Hillard, who stopped the machine sucking at her tits. The woman removed the headphones. Megan looked at the screen and giggled again.

"Katie, the movies are so sexy! You got to watch them, too."

Katie groaned and shook her head, nodding toward her desperate cunt. Megan put her hands on Katie's tits and squeezed them, making her body spasm.

"They're so perfect," Megan said, awed. "It's just like I imagined. Katie, you really do look like a perfect sex doll."

Hillard removed the phallus from Katie's mouth, replaced it with the tube and said, "Suck."

Katie sucked. This time, the water triggered the pleasure response, tingling the whole way down.

"Megs, I need—"

"I know," Megan said. "I'll help."

She knelt between Katie's legs, extracted the vibrator, and licked up Katie's cunt. Katie shot a frightful look at the doctor and the strange woman. Why was Megan licking her cunt in front of them?

Doctor Hillard squeezed her tits as Megan licked, saying, "You have a very special and loving relationship with your sister, Katie. You can express it freely here. Sexual wellness is important."

Katie soon couldn't have cared less that the Doctor was watching. Megan was going to give her what she needed. She was going to cum. Hillard pulled on her nipples. Megan licked her cunt. The strange woman kissed her on the mouth as the pleasure burst through.

"So sexy," Megan whispered. "Katie it's so sexy!"

Finally, having gotten her release, Katie felt more settled. Her head was stuffed with cotton and her whole body tingled, but she no longer felt manic. The most calming influence, though, was having Megan here.

Her sister seemed much more alert as she helped Katie from the chair and took her to the bathroom. Once Katie was back in the chair, Megan sat beside her, still nude, and fed Katie some kind of mushy goo.

"This is Doctor Donna," Megan said as she fed Katie, indicating the woman. "She's going to be your adjustment counselor."

"Counselor? Why do I need a counselor?"

"For the noise," Megan said. "She's going to help it go away."

"H… how?" Katie asked.

Megan set the goo aside and gently rubbed Katie's cunt, saying, "Katie, that's the noise talking. You have to block it out. It will feel really good once you're better. You want to be better, right? You want to be a good girl?"

Katie's eyelids fluttered as Megan played with her cunt. Whatever she was doing, it felt better than it ever had. Did it have something to do with the implants? That couldn't be right. The implants were in her breasts. Unless—

"Megan, did… did they put one inside me?" she asked.

"It feels good, right? Just like Charlotte said."

Katie whimpered as Megan pushed two fingers up her cunt. While she did, Megan put her tongue in Katie's mouth. The feel of Megan's squirming tongue ignited the pleasure there, too, and Megan's tits rubbed against her own. Katie was on fire with pleasure in seconds.

The noise went away. Megan broke the kiss. She put her hand on Katie's big tits and said, "Tell me you want to be good."

Katie nodded. "I… I want to be good."

Doctor Hillard put the mask over her face again and said, "Just breath, Katie. Have a little nap."

Katie breathed in the gas. Megan smiled kindly.

"They're going to make you better, Katie."

***

Katie had never felt closer to Megan than that night in the clinic. Her lips and bottom were a bit sore as Megan held her in the bed they shared. For her safety, the doctors restrained Katie for the night, securing her wrists in padded cuffs. These were attached to more cuffs on her thighs, leaving her unable to move her arms.

Katie understood why. She wanted to touch her tits. She wanted to touch her cunt. She even wanted to put something in her mouth. All of those things felt incredible now, though she wasn't certain how implants in her breasts could trigger such a response in other areas.

Her lips were a bit fuller now, her ass bit rounder, and at first those things had been frightening. That's when they'd taken her to sleep with Megan, and Megan explained that it had been her idea.

"I want you to be so sexy for me," Megan had said as she'd touched Katie in the dim room. "You needed a set of perfect, dick-sucking lips, and you know how much everyone loves a nice big butt. All the fans are going to love it as much as I do."

In Katie's mind, these unwanted changes only furthered her perception that she looked like a sex doll. It was confusing. Katie didn't want to be seen as a sex doll. Sex dolls, like pets, weren't people. Katie was a person.

Being a person who looked like a sex doll was not what was confusing. The confusion stemmed from Katie's dislike of being made to look like a sex doll, while at the same time being tremendously excited by the idea. It was Megan, rather than her, who wanted these changes. Katie should have been angry at Megan for making that decision for her.

Katie, however, could not summon the anger. Even thinking about it being something Megan wanted made her blood rush and her pussy hot. Therefore, Katie disliked the changes while also liking the effect they produced. They made Megan happy, and that was what was important.

She seemed to recall that, not long ago, keeping Megan happy hadn't been the most important thing in her life. She'd wanted Megan to be happy, but that was for Megan's benefit. It was so they'd have a strong relationship, and Katie would be able to convince her to leave Joey behind.

Something had happened, though. Katie had been the one who began following Megan's lead. At first it had just been the videos. Then it had been doing small things that Megan thought were sexy. Katie had liked those things, because she also thought they were sexy and exciting. It was like having a special secret between them.

Soon, however, it wasn't a secret. It was happening in public. Megan kissed and touched her at work, at the store, in the car, and whenever she pleased. Since Megan touching her felt good and made the noise in her head go away, Katie continued to let it happen. It wasn't just because of the arousal she felt, though. It was because she wanted to please Megan.

Only after meeting Candy Apples had Katie realized that, perhaps, there was more to her behavior than she thought. She still was not convinced that she was actually submissive to Megan. Katie was, after all, the manager at the shop. It was a position of authority, and people who are submissive didn't fill that kind of role. Right?

Only, the more Katie thought about it, the more she realized that she didn't actually hold much authority. No one truly listened to her at the shop. When she chastised the other girls for acting too slutty, they did it anyway. They took assignments from her, but that didn't take much authority. Really, it was Megan or Petsy they followed.

Katie, too, followed Megan's directions at work and at home. All Megan needed to do to curb her reluctance was show her it was something she truly wanted. In moments, Katie went along with it. Even when it was scary, because Megan's excitement also made Katie excited.

Katie felt that excitement now, as Megan snuggled her, naked in their bed. Megan didn't kiss her, which Katie would have liked, but it was because of her new lips. Instead, Megan touched her sister's tits or rubbed Katie's cunt, both of which drove away the noise. It was much easier to dismiss it now, as nearly any touch made Katie's cunt wet.

There was a rather annoying little itch at the base of her neck that she couldn't quite get her mind off of, but compared to all the good feelings, it was nothing. What mattered most was the pleasure and Megan. Sharing the pleasure with Megan, pleasing Megan, being sexy for Megan. Those were important things. If Megan was pleased more by Katie looking like a sex doll, she could live with it.

In the morning, Megan fed her more of the goo from the day before. Doctor Hillard came in to check on her lips, tits, and her ass. He measured her pleasure response for the study by allowing Megan to make her cum several times. Megan helped by making Katie orgasm from her tits, her cunt, and even pushing a vibrator toy into her anus as the doctor observed.

As she was supposed to be relaxing and recovering, Megan lay with her in their bed and watched more of the movies. Katie's eyes followed the little white line up and down the screen. All of the videos were like the previous ones, filled with sexy girls with big tits. One of them was always like Megan, cute, fun, encouraging the collared girl to please her.

Sometimes, the girl was pleased by her partner licking her cunt. Other times, she watched the collared girl fuck one or several men. Still other times, she simply dressed as a cute kitten, a cow, a puppy, and curled up at the sexy girl's feet.

Katie was, of course, not an actual pet. Sisters were not pets, and they'd agreed on that. However, sometimes Megan liked her to pretend to be a pet, and Katie did think it was a little bit sexy. Watching so many other girls pretend to be pets normalized it in a way. Perhaps she shouldn't be so concerned about pretending. So many other people did it.

Throughout each video, Megan touched and kissed Katie, reassuring her that she was good. Katie liked being told she was good. However, there was something Katie was nervous about. Katie was nervous about the camera.

The camera was Megan's phone, and Megan made several new videos throughout their time at the clinic. Katie was nervous about this because Megan told her it was for content. Other people were going to see the videos, pay money for them, and her image as both a sex doll and a pet would be widely known as part of the shop.

Of course, Katie's nervousness about the videos didn't stop her from being good. Being a good girl for Megan was the most important thing. That meant sometimes having to do things Katie didn't particularly want to do. Like being physically altered to look like a sex doll.

Every couple of hours, the doctor's fed her another white pill. The pills made things less confusing, mostly because it was difficult to think about much besides her cunt. Doctor Donna also stopped in frequently. She was always kind and helped Katie to rationalize her love for Megan.

Late on Sunday, Megan wanted her to do something sexy. Katie had done it before. She'd done it with Joey, and she'd done it with a strange boy at the party. She let Doctor Hillard put his penis in her mouth while Megan watched.

Doctor Hillard's penis was much like the others she'd sucked. The response, however, was quite different. Katie was almost able to orgasm simply from having the doctor pump his erection into her mouth. Megan found this terribly erotic and exciting, and told Katie she was good as she pulled on Katie's tits and made her cum.

On Sunday night, Megan thought it would be sexy to watch Doctor Hillard push his cock into Katie's wet pussy. This, too, proved to be far better than any sex she'd had previously. Charlotte was right. The implant in her cunt felt too good to be real, and Megan squealed excitedly as Katie orgasmed on the doctor's cock.

Katie stopped taking the pills on Sunday night before they went to bed. On Monday morning, Megan drove them home. After cleaning her with the new soap, and feeding Katie a few drops of Slut Spice, Megan put the cat ears and tail back on. While Megan worked, Katie curled up at her feet and took a nap.

Grand Reopening

The Pet Shop was not officially open when Lucy Fir stopped in to have a discussion with Petsy. Little remained of the old inventory but a few boxes of junk. Working through the weekend and into Monday, the transformation was nearly complete.

In one corner of the shop, where previously there had been displays of power tools, there was now a wraparound couch. The entire area was walled in with moveable partitions, and adjustable soft boxes were affixed to the walls. The area was Megan's studio, where she could manufacture content for clients or host interviews with adult creators. As part of Petsy's Productions, The Pet Shop's success would help others build their own success.

Behind the counter, where second-hand televisions had once sat gathering dust, were the posters of the Pets. By next week, each of them would have their own toy line, offering customers the chance to feel their favorite pet around their cock. The counter itself now displayed merchandise from the sponsors, instead of watches and gadgets.

New, bright displays of sponsored product took up the rest of the floor. Clothing racks filled with the latest in slutty fashion from BimboGear and TeaseMe stood alongside leather and lace from Boundless Beauty. Each display highlighted a different sponsor, more of which were sitting in the shop's emails. ThrustMe Toys, Seducer Soap, Naughty Nectar, Lewd Lab, Humiliation Haven, Kinky Kitchen, Vixen Vet, and Dirty Deeds Cosmetics, all had places of prominence.

Of course, Maximizer's place of prominence was the Pets themselves. Every girl in the shop was now the proud owner of an enhanced rack, equipped with pleasure implants that kept them in a constant state of horny arousal. Charlotte and Tina were busy today assembling sample furniture for the Fetish Furniture Company. Megan and Katie put the new studio space to work, making sponsored content with the flood of new products.

While Petsy discussed the shop's new direction with Lucy, Charlotte and Tina brought their latest assembled furniture items to Megan. It had been a shock for Tina to see Katie's transformation. Not only were Katie's tits now the same ridiculous size as her own, but the lip filler and extra junk in her trunk gave Katie the look of a true bimbo sex doll.

Katie herself seemed happier about the changes than Tina thought she would be. After all, Katie had always been a little more reluctant about the shop's new direction than the rest of them. However, Megan's excitement over her sister's changes seemed to be all Katie cared about. Their time together in the clinic had really brought them even closer than they already were.

Katie no longer protested anything Megan wanted her to do. She sported a white cat ear headband and had a fuzzy tail poking from her asshole. Megan referred to her as Kitty, but never as Katie.

Tina knew what it was like to be constantly horny. Katie, however, seemed euphoric all the time. She had a hair-trigger pussy, orgasming frequently and loudly with even mild stimulation.

It was happening right now, in fact. Katie stood on her tiptoes, with a blindfold over her eyes. Her arms were bound and suspended above her head from a metal frame. Any attempt to set her feet flat jammed a rubber cock into her cunt, while simultaneously pulling her large breasts up by the clamps on her nipples.

The entire mechanism was an invention from Boundless Beauty. Katie's orgasms weakened her legs, forcing her to stand flatfooted. This only led to prolonging the orgasm for Megan and Lucas' cameras.

"Looking good, Kitty," Charlotte said but Katie didn't seem to hear.

"Ah, fuck!" Katie cried. "I… I can't!"

"You can, Kitty. You're so good," Megan said.

Megan proved correct, as Kitty did cum again. Tina understood wanting to feel good, but she thought Katie had taken her enhancements just a little far. Since coming back, Katie thought of little else but her cunt, it seemed. She was quite forgetful, often losing the thread of a conversation and, instead, rubbing her cunt or sliding it back and forth on one of the stools.

Because of this, Megan had suggested that Tina be promoted to manager, and Katie be given a new position. Katie hadn't argued because Katie had been on her knees, sucking Petsy's cock for Megan. Katie had, by Megan's suggestion, been made the shop's official product tester and "display slut".

Going forward, the staff would regularly change her into new outfits and display her for customers. Megan would use her as the shop's "poster pet" for new sponsors. When customers needed to see bondage equipment or toys in action, they'd be able to use them on Katie. These interactions, of course, would be captured on the many new cameras throughout the shop.

With Lucas' help, Megan already had the first two episodes of their web series in production. Each episode would follow the day in the life of the Pets, showcasing interactions with customers, interviews with Megan's creator clients, and Back Room content for subscribers. Katie's current predicament, while censored in the mainstream episode, would be fully uncensored for paying customers.

Likewise, Lucas' new "Thank the cameraman" segment would be a staple of the Back Room portion of the show. This was not Lucas' suggestion. It was Charlotte's. Lucas had in fact been his usual, stammering self at the suggestion.

When they'd gathered together for a team meeting that morning, it came as quite a surprise to everyone to hear the word "girlfriend" out of Charlotte's mouth.

"I thought you weren't dating," Megan asked.

"Well, I didn't really want to," Charlotte said. "But after he kidnapped me and threatened to let all his friends rape me, I couldn't say no. I mean, I could. It just wouldn't have helped."

Everyone looked at Lucas, who blushed and said, "I— It wasn't… like that."

"You two are so weird," Tina said.

"I'm going to need some help, though," Charlotte said. "He's got this insatiable appetite, so I think we need a segment where you guys help me handle that fat dick. Like, 'Thank the cameraman'."

"But—" Lucas protested.

"Oh, my God! Yes!" Megan agreed. "You don't mind?"

"Hell, no! If he can make me screw his friends, I can make him screw mine."

"What an awful deal for you, Lucas," Tina said dryly. "My heart hurts."

"Your jaw is going to hurt," Charlotte said. "And you have no say in this, Lucas. You're going to make porn with my friends."

"O… okay."

Now Megan at last released her sister, leading Katie by her leash to the couch. She set a bowl on the floor for her and ruffled her hair as she shut off the recording.

"Have a little rest, Kitty," she said. "We'll do the butt plugs next."

Katie whimpered as she licked from her bowl. Petsy appeared with Lucy at his side.

"Good news," he said. "Shop is approved."

"I'm impressed," Lucy said. "This place is right in line with our brand. In fact, I'd like to put you in touch with our marketing company. I think you've got a bright future ahead of you, young lady."

She handed a card to Megan.

"iFem?" Megan asked.

"Internet Famous Entertainment Managment. If you really want to go big, that's who you talk to. They're cutting edge."

They watched the woman walk out.

"Well, it's officially a den of sin with the approval of Satan herself," Charlotte said.

"It couldn't have happened to a nicer bunch," Tina said, putting her arm around Charlotte's shoulder.

Tina returned to work, alongside her new friend. It had been weeks of change, with so much uncertainty. As she looked back over her shoulder and watched Katie nuzzle her sister's cunt, she took Charlotte's hand.

"I really am happy for you," she said.

"Yeah, well, I… I am, too. You know, for the first time, I can actually say that. It's a little disturbing."

"Give it time. It'll grow on you."

And for the first time that Tina could remember, she had no troubles at all.

Also By Tori Hamlin

All current works by Tori Hamlin can be found at erotikinks.com

The DomCo Series

The Second Place Sister

Korrupting Kayla, Book One

Love, Lust, and Erin

Doppelganger

Sasha’s Obsession

Tempting Trevor

Reluctant Suckslut

Edge

Vicky’s Inheritance

Korrupting Kayla, Book Two

Selling Stephanie

Korrupting Kayla Book Three: The Traitor's Council

Stand-alone Works

Holes

Correcting Kelly

Gooner Girl

Reared in Birchbark Falls

Seducing Jessica

Playing with Toys

Altering Annika

Cheerloathing

Controlled Descent Trilogy

Jessie's Fan Page

Icon

The Free Use Feminist

Privilege

The Purity Test (Amazon Exclusive)

Tomboy

iFem Chronicles

Bad Influence(r)

The L.U.S.T. Initiative

Andrew's Abstinence: Deviant's Edition

The Study

An Unexpected Harem

The Cult of Marx

Feminine Fundamentals: Deviant's Edition

Aircnd Stories

The Cottage

Collaborations

The Demon Chain (with Lisa X Lopez)

Wayward Wives: Stories of Cheating, Submission, and Cuckolding (with Lisa X Lopez)

Collections

Slutty Shorts: Volume One

Horrible Households: Taboo Tales of Incestuous Exploitation

Slutty Shorts: Volume Two

Slutty Shorts: Volume Three

The Black Box Series (Erotikinks.com Exclusive)