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Family Enslaved

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: F/FM+, Incest, BDSM, FemDom, Toys, Oral, Spank, Rom


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.10 : Introductions



"Deep breath." I smiled at Katrina, teasing her just a little as we
sat in the car.

"Yeah." She nodded.

We were sitting in the driveway, at my parents' house, and it was time
at last for the whole family to come together. Katrina was a part of
that now, and had been for some time, but this moment had taken a long
time to arrive and I understood her anxiety.

"Hi mom." I was coming through the door, into the kitchen off the side
porch near the garage. It was the entrance we all used, only visitors
came through the front door.

She was dressed like a mom should be, relaxed and comfortable in a
light skirt and thin sweater. She'd clearly rested and I was glad. Mom
was beautiful again, with her brown hair brushed and her face washed,
and the kitchen was warm and smelled of her good cooking.

"There you are, Susan." My mother smiled when she saw me. "I'm just
putting the bread in the oven and...Oh..."

Katrina stepped in behind me as I held the door for her, carrying her
suitcase now. She set it on the floor, out of the way and stood there
smiling shyly. It was something that always surprised me, and others
as well, how anyone who looked like Katrina could ever be bashful. But
she was and it was very becoming.

"Mom, this is..."

"Katrina." My mother was frozen for a moment, not moving, but just
staring at the girl and I felt Katrina's hand reaching for mine.

"Hello." Katrina spoke softly.

"I...I'm sorry, Katrina...Hi..." My mom came to life, wiping her hands on a
towel quickly and walking across the kitchen. "...Susan didn't tell us
you were coming, but Cheryl mentioned...Come inside...Come here, let me
see you."

"Surprise." I offered with a little grin and I gave Katrina's hand a
squeeze before I lost her to my mother's embrace.

"This is amazing." My mom giggled, hugging Katrina gently and my slave
had little she could do but hug my mom back. "Look at you...You're so
beautiful, even more than in your pictures!"

Mom let her go and stepped back, holding Katrina by her arms and
looking the girl up and down.

"My pictures?" Katrina narrowed her eyes just a little.

"Yes, on the web site, dear." My mom nodded happily. "I can't believe
you're here, my goodness!"

"You've seen the web site?" Katrina looked at me and she was very
confused, not sure if she should be embarrassed or flattered or just
hide.

"It's okay." I told her, "She knows all about us, don't you Slave-
Mommy?"

"Mistress, yes." My mom's reply was automatic, without thought and she
might have blushed herself right then, but she was too excited to meet
Katrina to think about it.

"I don't...Mistress?" Katrina had glanced sharply at my mom, but she was
looking to me for an explanation.

"You'll call her mother from now on, Katrina." I was speaking gently.
"And not because I say so, but because it's true."

"And I'll call you daughter." My mom understood completely, because
she was ever a mother in her heart, and she was hugging Katrina again,
kissing her cheek. "Welcome home, Katrina."

"What's going on in here now, I thought I heard a car..." My dad was
walking into the kitchen. "Oh...I guess I did hear a car. Hi Susan."

"Hi Daddy." I walked to him, followed slowly by my mom, who was
leading Katrina by the hand.

"Hey." My dad gave my shoulder a little squeeze and bent himself a bit
so I could kiss his cheek.

"Daddy, this is my partner, my love...My life..." I giggled and Katrina
did blush then. "...Katrina, this is Daddy."

"It's nice to meet you." Katrina smiled and nodded.

"Wow...Ummm, yeah...And it's nice to meet you too, Katrina." He was
captivated, as my mother was, and it pleased me to no end. "You'll
just have to put up with the hugs now." My dad said. "It's how we do
things around here."

I laughed at that and Katrina giggled self-consciously as my father
took her in a warm hug, just like he'd warned her. I was happy all
over then because it had long been a dream of mine to introduce them.
It was perfect for me, for all of us I thought, and if my parents were
disappointed that it wasn't a man I was in love with, they gave no
sign of it, nor would they ever. And truthfully, once they knew
Katrina better, I knew their doubts would be forgotten completely.

"Now..." My dad nodded, looking around at us. "...Is it dinner time yet,
or what?"

"Almost." My mom gave him a little look. "I just need to get the bread
in the oven, why don't you make yourself useful and open some wine."

"You need any help, mom?" I asked her.

"No, no...I've got it. Why don't you show Katrina around, let her get
comfortable." My mom smiled at her and went to her task.

"And see what those two kids are doing upstairs." My dad shook his
head. "Cheryl came over a couple hours ago and we haven't heard a peep
from either of them."

"That's probably a good thing, Daddy." I laughed.

"Yeah, maybe." He shrugged, digging in one of the kitchen drawers for
a corkscrew. "They're in your bedroom anyway, so if they make a mess...
Heh." He grinned at me.

"If they did that, I'll whip them both." I said, only half-joking and
my dad gave me a look, Katrina as well. She had no idea who we were
talking about.

"Does she, I mean Katrina...." My dad cleared his throat, glancing at
Katrina.

"Katrina is my slave, Daddy." I told him seriously. "She's wearing my
collar because she wants to. I haven't told her everything yet, but we
have no secrets."

"Uh, yeah. I noticed that uh, collar." My dad nodded and mom smiled at
us.

"I think it's lovely, dear." My mother stroked Katrina's arm.

"Thank you." The girl smiled and added after a second's pause,
"Mommy." So that my mom beamed happily.

"So, she doesn't know..." My dad was standing their holding the
corkscrew in one hand, the wine in the other, and trying to sort it
out.

"Katrina, both of my...Our parents..." I corrected myself with a smile. "...
Are my new submissives. They're still learning, especially Slave-
Daddy."

"Uhhh...Heh." My dad cleared his throat and nodded. "I guess she knows
now."

"I understand." Katrina reassured him. "You love our Mistress, as I
do. Can I...Should I call you Daddy?"

"You have to." I grinned at Katrina. "This is your home now."

"You better." My dad chuckled. "I get tired of 'hey you' real quick."

"Okay." Katrina giggled. "I'll remember that, Daddy."

"Hey you." My mom said pointedly. "Open the wine. And you, tell your
brother it's time to eat."

"Yes, mom." I laughed and my dad rolled his eyes.

"See what I mean?" He shook his head and it was nice.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Mistress, you Top for your parents?" Katrina was smiling at me as we
walked towards the stairs.

"Leave the suitcase here, my brother can bring it up later." I
gestured at a spot near the wall. "Yeah, weird huh?"

"It's amazing." Katrina giggled and followed close behind me. "They're
really nice too. I like them a lot."

"I told you so." We climbed the stairs slowly and I caught Katrina
wincing slightly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing Mistress, it's just the plug." She reddened only slightly as
she's been trying very hard to show no signs of discomfort whatsoever.

"I thought you were used to it?" I smiled at the woman.

"I am, Mistress, but these stairs..." She gave a tiny shrug and I
nodded.

"I should have you come up and down a few times, maybe." I said and
Katrina's eyes widened. It was a very large buttplug she was wearing
inside her delicate ass.

"If you wish, Mistress."

"No...No time, you have to meet my other two slaves."

"Two more?" Katrina teased me. "You've been busy, Mistress."

"I told you that you'd have friends. Jealous?" I turned my head to
smile at her.

"No..." She shrugged. "...A little."

I laughed at her and I knew she wasn't jealous. There was no reason
for her to be, and Katrina had watched me scene with a hundred
different people over the last few years. Those people had all been
special of course, but only for the hour or two that we'd been
together. Katrina was something else entirely, transcending mere role-
play, or gratification. She was a part of me and she knew it. What
jealousy she felt wasn't for my parents, or Jim and Cheryl, it was for
the time, the minutes and hours and days that we'd spent apart.

"Good." I paused outside my bedroom door, which was closed, and faced
Katrina, reaching up to stroke her cheek because I had to.

"Mistress." She sighed, turning her head slightly to increase the
pressure of my fingers on her skin.

"I'm so glad you're here, slave."

"Me too." Katrina reached up to take my hand, bringing it to her lips.

"Come on, this will be interesting." I grinned and opened the door,
turning on the ceiling light because it was dark in there.

"Mmmm..." Cheryl blinked at me and she was sitting on my bed, leaning
against the headboard naked with her legs spread, and Jim was on his
stomach, as I'd ordered him to be, licking his wife's pussy.

"Oh." Katrina giggled softly, peeking from behind me. "That's a pretty
picture."

"Having a nice talk, Slave-Sister?" I grinned at Cheryl and she
grinned back at me.

"He's still apologizing." Cheryl grabbed Jim by the hair, lifting his
head. "Aren't you, slut?"

"Yes Mistress Cheryl." My brother replied breathlessly and he turned
his head to look at me. He was quite pink and his handsome face was
shiny and wet.

"Looks like he's been apologizing for awhile." I chuckled. "Did you
cum, Slave-Brother?"

"No, Mistress-Sister." Jim licked his lips. "You told me not to."

"Good, well, you two get cleaned up and dressed; we're going to have
dinner." I stepped a little further into the bedroom and led Katrina
by the hand so that she was standing next to me.

"This is my slave, Katrina. That's my brother, Jim and his wife,
Cheryl. She's a switch."

"Really? A switch for..." Katrina looked at Cheryl closely.

"Just for Jim." I giggled. "The rest of the time she's my little slave
sister and a Mistress to you..." I lowered my voice, "...but not your
Mistress, not yet."

"Hello Katrina." Jim gave her a warm, but somewhat weary smile.

"Hi." Cheryl was looking at Katrina as well, but not looking entirely
happy.

Cheryl's smile was a little forced, it seemed, and I'd rather been
hoping that she and Jim would have been all made-up and lovey-dovey by
now. I knew Cheryl was of a jealous type, I'd seen it in her concern
for her husband, which was understandable, but I was afraid it would
extend to me as well.

Cheryl would have to learn, and quickly, that there was no room for
jealousy in our relationship, in any of them. I'd have to learn that
as well, I told myself, if Katrina and I were to have what we most
wanted.

"Get up, slut." Cheryl was pushing at her husband and looking at me.
"I've decided he's a slut, since he can't control his cock."

"Let me see it." I crooked a finger at my brother.

He stood up from the bed, stretching and apparently feeling no
embarrassment whatsoever as he shared his beautifully hard cock with
all of us. He was all too confident, I thought, with his handsome
looks appreciable manhood. I had to admit that it made me tingle
though, as I could see it only vaguely discolored from the abuse
Cheryl and I had given it earlier. I could almost forgive my brother
for being so cocky, as it were.

"Yes, Mistress." He walked over to us, which was not far to move
anyway. My bedroom was hardly large.

"Purse strap, Mistress?" Katrina arched her eyebrows at me as I
stroked the top of my brother's penis with my index finger.

"You know me too well." I chuckled.

"I've seen that before, Mistress." Katrina giggled and she had indeed
seen the results of that soft whip before, mostly on her breasts.

My brother's cock was in fine shape, and rather sexy I thought with
just some small bruising, hardly any at all. The skin was a little
chafed in places, but not broken. The male sex organ really is a
wonderful thing. It can take a great deal of punishment, much more
than I gave it earlier, and come back asking for more.

"Your very beautiful, Katrina." My brother had barely taken his eyes
off her. "Mistress Susan mentioned you, but...." He shook his head. "...I
had no idea that..."

"Shhh..." I slapped his cock hard. "A cock like you shouldn't have any
ideas at all. Get dressed now."

"Thank you, Jim." Katrina said softly and Cheryl was dressing slowly,
watching and listening.

"You'll be brother and sister now." I told them. "Katrina's my spouse
just like we were married."

"Mmmm...Another sister." Jim grinned as he pulled up his boxers, making
a little face as he tried to push his large cock inside.

I wondered if he'd been hard like that all day, it seemed unlikely
without the help of a cock ring, but my brother did seem to be rather...
Healthy that way. Katrina hadn't been impressed at all, at least not
by her new brother's cock, which would have disappointed Jim if he'd
been aware of it. He was showing off just for her, as Cheryl and I
could both tell. Unfortunately for him, Katrina's interest in men
extended very little past the occasional dream of a father she'd never
had.

"Come here, Slave-Sister..." I looked at Cheryl and she was finished
dressing, having just pulled on some loose jeans and a black knit top
that hugged her athletic form nicely.

"Mistress." Cheryl dipped her head as Jim and Katrina both watched
her.

"You don't have to be jealous of Katrina." I told my sister-in-law,
deciding I'd rather talk to her about this sooner, rather than later.

"I'm not..." Her face was flushing and her eyes darted towards Katrina.

"Don't lie to me." I said gently, "It isn't who you are."

"Mistress." Cheryl swallowed hard and nodded. "I'm...I love you."

"You have a husband, and you have a baby." I reached out and touched
her stomach, sliding my hand under her top to feel Cheryl's warm soft
skin.

"I know." She nodded. "Mistress."

"You can love me, just as I want you to love all of us. I want you to
love Katrina." I tilted my head, wanting to capture Cheryl's hazel
eyes with mine. "But you have to understand the limits of love, the
bonds of affection do not extend beyond right here, right now."

"I don't understand." Cheryl closed her eyes, avoiding me.

"I should be punished." Katrina said softly, as much to me as Cheryl.

"What? Why?" Cheryl narrowed her eyes at Katrina.

"Because I haven't shown proper respect in the presence of a
Mistress." Katrina slipped to the carpet and kissed Cheryl's bare feet
slowly, one at a time. "Forgive me, Mistress Cheryl."

I detected a small hitch of sharp breath as Katrina bent herself in
proper form, her knees and feet together, her ass high in that leather
dress she wore, lowering her shoulders until her breasts grazed the
floor, palms flat and elbows. It was graceful and well performed after
years of practice, and Katrina knew if I found flaw in it I'd punish
her. But she was perfect, as always...Despite the plug in her ass that
Katrina would be feeling distinctly in that position.

"I..." Cheryl blinked at the beautiful slave kissing her feet and then
looked at me for direction, but I merely shrugged. "Of course, I
forgive you...I'll, uh...I'll think about your punishment."

"Thank you, Mistress Cheryl." Katrina kissed her feet once more and
then stood up slowly.

"Let's go downstairs, mom and dad are waiting." I smiled and put my
arm in the small of Katrina's back, guiding her out of the room. "That
was nicely done, slave."

"Was I presumptuous, Mistress?" Katrina asked me softly, a soft smile
playing across her red mouth.

"A little...No." I decided. "You were right."

It was my selfishness getting in the way of my better judgment.
Katrina had sensed Cheryl's feelings and hoped to disarm them with
love and respect, demonstrating to the woman that Katrina wasn't a
threat. That while we were all together she could share her Mistress
with Cheryl. I'd have to allow Cheryl to play with her later, to set
my own example of selfless love.

It might have seemed rather devious, if it weren't so proper, and I
had to forgive Katrina for her fait accompli. If anything, I thought,
I should reward my slave, especially if it worked as well as we both
hoped it would. I've always maintained that submissives hold their own
wisdom, that they have a better understanding of BDSM as a
philosophical choice than most Dominants. Not all of them of course,
but the best ones, the true submissives like Katrina...She was as much
my teacher as my slave.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

We had a pleasant dinner, although a very late one by our standards.
That was alright though, it was the first time our family was truly
complete and we all knew it, even Cheryl who seemed much more relaxed
then. She'd seemed to have accepted Katrina after that little show
upstairs, and Cheryl was even able to smile as it was obvious my
father and brother were entirely focused on Katrina. My mother too,
which made my slave more than a little uncomfortable.

It was fun though and enjoyable, and I was able to spend my time
talking with Cheryl while we observed the attentions spent on Katrina.
We played no games, no scenes then. We were parents and children and
no outsider would have been able to guess at the taboo relationships
we shared beneath that placid surface. For an hour we were wholesome
and pure and delighting in just that, in being a close knit family the
way they should all be.

And it was especially good for Katrina, who had never known a family
in her life. Not a real one, and this was very much like a dream come
true for her. She was reticent at first, reserved in her answers to
questions about her past, both personal and otherwise. But she
answered faithfully, sharing looks with me, and I encouraged her with
my eyes and smile. Katrina was my parents' daughter-in-law, as much as
Cheryl was, and their experiences in this way were not dissimilar. It
was what families did.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Thank you for calling Sheraton Bayside, this is Elizabeth. How may I
help you?"

"Front desk please, I'd like to speak with Carolyn." I said into the
phone. Cheryl and Katrina were helping my brother clean up and Katrina
gave me a little look of curiosity and I smiled at her.

"Registration, Carolyn speaking." I heard.

"Hi Carolyn, this is Susan...Room 714. I'm afraid I won't need my bed
turned down tonight. Something came up."

"Uh..." I heard her clear her throat lightly. "I...I'm sorry to hear that,
ma'am."

"I know." I said gently. "Perhaps another time?"

"Of course, I uh...Yes, ma'am. As you say."

"Good." I laughed lightly. "I knew you'd understand, Carolyn."

"Yes ma'am."

"Goodbye Carolyn."

"Goodnight, ma'am." Carolyn was disappointed, I could hear it in her
voice and I promised myself I'd have to remedy that soon. There was
something undefined about her that I found very attractive.

"A new friend, Mistress?" Katrina walked past me carrying some plates
and I slapped at her butt playfully.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I grinned.

It didn't take long cleaning up with the four of us working at it and
even though it was getting a little late, just before ten, I knew we
were all rested well enough and I did want to play a little. We all
did I think, although my parents' house was hardly suitable for an
orgy. That was a thought to make me chuckle and I felt my tummy
tightening pleasantly as I tried to understand how all of this had
come about. That hardly mattered though and I rarely spent my time
speculating on even the recent past in any event. It was the present I
liked to concern myself with.

"I guess I should make the introductions." I laughed, feeling a little
self-conscious standing in the large family room, with my family
seated around me.

Not everyone gathered there knew about my varied relationships,
although they might have had their suspicions by this time. My parents
wouldn't know about Jim and I, for example, just as he wouldn't know
of them. It was time for us to share all those little secrets and come
to an understanding of our feelings. This was my favorite part
actually, the honesty of it.

"Introductions?" My dad smiled at me. "Is this another game, Susan?"

"Yeah, in a way." I indulged him with a smile of my own and then I let
it go as I stared into his eyes. "Stand up, Slave-Daddy, and take off
your clothes. Now."

"Uh..." He looked at my brother and his face paled.

"Don't look at him." I stepped close, slapping my father's face
lightly to get his attention. "Slave-Brother will get his turn. Do as
I tell you, slave."

"Yes, Mistress." My dad licked his lips and he stood up slowly as I
moved back to give him room.

My brother looked suitably surprised and even a little embarrassed.
Cheryl was smiling and plainly surprised herself, although more at the
idea of my father undressing in front of us than anything else
perhaps.

"Slave-Daddy is my ass slave." I told everyone. "And a good one too,
he's very talented at worshipping my ass, aren't you slave?"

"Yes, Mistress-Daughter." My dad had his eyes closed and he had some
color now at least. "I...I love your ass."

"I know you do." I chuckled. "Katrina, undress now, you've been
uncomfortable long enough."

"Thank you, Mistress." Katrina was sitting close to my mother on the
overstuffed love seat, which matched the sofa that Jim and Cheryl were
sitting on.

"Slave-Mommy, help your new daughter."

"Mistress, yes." My mom wasn't shy at all, even though my brother gave
her a look of obvious shock. He was trying to understand that he
wasn't the only slave of mine in the family.

It was several minutes before my father was completely naked and he
was wonderfully flushed with humiliation, excited too, as his erection
proved to my satisfaction. It was long and hard and somewhat smaller
than my brother's wonderfully large cock, but no less attractive in my
eyes. By that time Katrina was completely disrobed, my mother having
undone the laces at the back of my slave's dress and helped Katrina
out of it.

Just as I'd instructed, the girl had worn no panties and the only
jewelry she wore were the gold rings in her light brown nipples. They
were more cosmetic than practical and we did have others, heavier
rings made of surgical steel which were useful for various forms of
breast play, but the gold ones were beautiful on Katrina's perfectly
formed tits. They were neither too large, nor smallish, but immaculate
C-cups with small hard nipples, and I longed to see them grow swollen
with milk.

"Over here now, Katrina, hands and knees, Slave-Daddy is going to
remove your plug for you." I pointed at a spot in the center of the
room and Katrina moved quickly to it.

My mother had taken her seat again and Cheryl and Jim watched with
rapt attention, my brother especially drinking in Katrina's perfect
form. She wasn't so tall, but my slave did have the most wonderful
body and she was lightly tanned all over from that Nevada sun. Her
pussy was shaved smooth and she was getting excited now, if Katrina
hadn't been already. Her clit was small, hiding in a pink sheath at
the top of her puffy sex. She had small lips, thin outer labia that
liked to tuck inward so that Katrina's pussy looked like it belonged
to a 12 year old, not a woman twice that age.

Katrina thanked me silently and I gave her just a hint of my pleasure,
a small smile meant only for her.

"On your knees, Slave-Daddy, behind her. Katrina's been wearing a
buttplug all day and I want you to remove it."

My father did as he was told and he looked very happy to do it. The
sight of a beautiful young woman with her ass in the air, smiling up
at him over her shoulder was very much in keeping with his fantasies I
was sure.

"Gently, slave...It's a big one." I chuckled as we watched my dad's
hands stroke Katrina's smooth round ass for a moment and then he
pressed into her skin with his thumbs, spreading her lightly bronzed
cheeks until he could see the red rubber base of the plug.

"Yes...Mistress..." My father breathed, his reactions slowed like he was
only barely aware of anything but Katrina right then.

"You have to grab it firmly and pull...But slowly, Slave-Daddy. She'll
have to stretch quite a lot for it to come out." I wasn't sure if my
dad had any experience with such toys or not, but I doubted it.

That plug was a large one too, as big around as my father's wrist at
the widest point, although it was only about five inches deep. The tip
was rounded and tapered, and the whole thing very smooth, but even so
it was not a toy to be inserted or removed quickly. It required
patience.

"Ummmm..." Katrina moaned softly, her head down now, with her eyes
closed as she willed her muscles to relax.

My father pulled at her left ass cheek with his hand, gripping the
base of the plug with his right hand, and he was pulling then, but
carefully, as I'd instructed. He'd test Katrina a little, blinking as
he could see the tight pinkish brown ring of her sphincter being
pulled outward slightly, as if reluctant to yield its cherished prize.

"Uhhh...yeah...it's okay..." Katrina breathed. "...Okay..." She was smiling and
nodding her head and my father pulled harder, perhaps realizing that
slow brute force was really the only way.

I'd moved around so I could see clearly and I whispered words of
encouragement as my father and I watched Katrina's ass seemingly turn
inside out for just a moment as the deftly shaped plug stretched
Katrina's anus almost beyond reason, but then it was free of the
widest part and the plug seemed to pop out quickly in my father's
hand, bringing a loud gasp as the girl's sphincter closed behind it.

My father held it up for everyone to see, smiling as if it were a
trophy.

"Oh Jesus." My brother stared at it. "She was walking around with that
inside her?"

"Quiet, slut." Cheryl shook her head, but she was impressed with that
plug as well and I thought maybe she might enjoy trying it sometime.
Or more probably, given the look she gave her husband, Cheryl might
enjoy seeing Jim walk around wearing it.

"Katrina's a little sore, I think, Slave-Daddy. Use your mouth and
make her feel better."

"Yes, Mistress-Daughter, what um...What should I do with..." He looked at
the butt plug he was holding.

I looked at my brother. "Come over here, Slave-Brother. I want you to
wash this plug, use warm soapy water and rinse it well. Dry it off and
bring it back, along with the suitcase by the stairs."

"Yes, Mistress-Sister." My brother nodded and he glanced at Cheryl as
if she might have something to say, but she wasn't going to interfere.
Jim was her slave, as well as mine, and Cheryl was willing to watch
and learn, I thought.

My father handed the plug to Jim, both of them smiling at each other
and even blushing a bit, because they were father and son and now both
of them were proving their submissive love for me. It was something
that had surprised them, obviously, but the last few days had been
full of such revelations, and it must have seemed very much like an
emotional roller coaster for all of them. I very much envied my family
for their new experience, remembering how exciting it had been for me
when I'd first discovered BDSM.

Katrina sighed happily as my father went to his task eagerly,
spreading Katrina's ass and pressing his mouth to her tender anus. She
would be loose and relaxed for him then, and my father could easily
push his thick wet tongue inside her ass. It was the first time I'd
ever shared my slave with anyone and I felt only a small pang of
jealousy, but seeing her with my father...How could I ever be angry or
jealous of that? She was his daughter now and Katrina would know she
was being loved by her father.

"Fuck her, Slave-Daddy...Fuck her ass with your tongue, I want to hear
it." I spanked my father's ass hard as he knelt behind her, his face
buried between her round cheeks.

SLAP!

"Make her cum, Slave-Daddy...And keep your ass up!"

SLAP!

"Use your fingers, play with her clit while you worship your
daughter's ass with your mouth."

SLAP!

I was spanking my father hard, leaving red palm prints on his pale
skin and my hand was stinging from it, but that mattered little. I
enjoyed the way Katrina moaned and then gasped as my father lifted his
fingers to her cunt, rubbing her small clit as he worked his stiff
tongue inside her nicely stretched rectum.

"Slave-Mommy, undress your Mistress-Cheryl now. I want you to show
your new Mistress how well you can worship pussy." I smiled at Cheryl
and she was grinning, rubbing her sex through her jeans, and watching
me spank my father's ass hard.

Slap!

"She isn't cumming yet, Slave-Daddy."

SLAP!

"Don't you love your new daughter?"

SLAP!

"Mmmphh...." My father jerked as I spanked his ass repeatedly, finding
the same spot every time so that his left cheek was now stained red
and my palm actually left white hand prints behind.

No man had ever made Katrina cum, for the simple reason that she'd
never been with a man. That wasn't going to stop her though, this was
something very good for the girl, something new and never before
experienced. Katrina was grinding her ass back, rolling her hips as
she worked her body against the pleasure of our Daddy's tongue. She
could hear my voice and the stinging sound of my hand on his skin, and
a stranger's finger's were fondling her moist sex. It was guaranteed
to bring her off quickly.

"Ohhh...Mistress...May I...Cum?" Katrina gasped and she was fighting it, as
well as she could.

"No." I told her sternly. "You may not cum, slave."

SLAP!

"You'd better do better than that, Slave-Daddy." I spanked him again.
"If she isn't cumming soon I'll put you in a corner for the rest of
the night sucking your thumb."

Cheryl laughed at that and she was standing up, very nearly completely
undressed now as my mother knelt at Cheryl's feet, pulling her
daughter-in-law's panties down.

"M-Mistress...." Katrina moaned loudly. "I...I can't help it...Please..."

SLAP!

I spanked my father again, bringing his own muffled gasp of pain and
pleasure. His ass was burning now and my hand was actually getting
rather sore as well. I should have found a paddle, I told myself, but
a bare-handed spanking always required a small sacrifice when done
properly.

"If you cum, I'll whip your tits, slave." I warned Katrina and we were
both enjoying this game.

It had been a long standing rule that she wasn't allowed orgasm
without permission, a rule she often broke and I took great delight in
that. It was my excuse to punish Katrina, who was in reality so
perfect for me otherwise, and in that way as well, because it was
deliberate for both of us. She wanted the excuse to be punished.

"Ohhh...Mistress...I'm..." She gasped loudly and whatever else Katrina might
have offered as an apology or explanation was lost to her soft cries
of pleasure.

SLAP!

"Well done, Slave-Daddy." I spanked him one last time and then
contented myself with massaging his well-turned ass, savoring the fire
in his flesh.

Katrina was shaking and her sounds were like those of a kitten nursing
on its mother. I knew her well and that was always the sign of a good
cum for her, when it seemed that her body was trying to keep
everything inside, even her desperate moans, so that they were
deceptive and subdued.

"Mistress..." My brother was returned finally.

He'd brought Katrina's suitcase as well as the clean buttplug, and he
looked around, blinking at our mother, who was now undressed and
kneeling between Cheryl's spread legs, sucking noisily at the woman's
cunt. And looking down he saw our father, still working his mouth deep
between Katrina's spread ass, making his own wet noises while she
rocked herself against him and offered our ears her soft mewling
sighs.

"Beautiful, isn't it, Slave-Brother?" I smiled at Jim and he swallowed
hard, smiling back at me.

"Yes, Mistress-Sister." He agreed a little breathlessly. "It is."


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