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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

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entirely coincidental.

Slave Sister Part Eleven
"Vicki's Punishment"
By Norm DePloom
 
"Please Fran," Vickie begged with a whine that was 
rapidly becoming very irritating to Fran, "I don't 
want you to be mad at me." Vickie hurried breathless 
from trying to talk and keep up with Fran's determined 
steps. "I told you because I thought you would get a 
kick out of it." Fran suddenly stopped and spun 
around. By the time Vickie arrested her momentum she 
was standing face-to-face and tit-to-tit with Fran 
staring into the eyes she had loved since she first 
saw Fran.
 
"Listen you fucking little tramp," Fran hissed at her 
best friend turned slave, trying to keep her voice low 
so the kids swarming around them heading towards the 
main school entrance would not hear. "You're the one 
who wanted to be a fucking slave, you volunteered for 
this." Vickie hung her head in shame as she listened 
to her best friend turned mistress and love object 
read her the riot act for misbehaving. Vickie swore to 
herself that she would do anything to get Fran to like 
her again, and if Fran would just forgive her she 
would never, ever, disobey again.
 
"I don't know a lot about this sex slave stuff," Fran 
admitted in a softer voice, "but I do know that having 
unauthorized sex is a major infraction and has to be 
punished." Fran could barely keep a straight face, she 
struggled to keep from giggling. Fran put her arm 
around Vickie and walked her over to the low concrete 
retaining wall surrounding the raised yard area in 
front of the school where they sat down in the morning 
sun.
 
"It was good for you to tell me, and the proper thing 
for you to do as my slave," Fran continued, "but now 
I'm going to have to punish you." Fran put her hand 
under Vickie's chin and lifted her head so she could 
see her eyes. "I have to," she emphasized, "it's my 
job as your mistress. If I didn't punish you I would 
not be fulfilling my role as your mistress." Fran 
smiled at Vickie and got a weak smile back.
 
"I promise," Vickie said sniffing back her tears, and 
looking Fran solemnly in her eyes, "that I'll never, 
ever disobey you again." Vickie held her fingers up in 
a mock scout salute.
 
"Bullshit," Fran replied with a grin, "you are such a 
little slut that you could never refrain from 
unauthorized sexual activity. That's why Dave put that 
padlock on your cunt." Fran sighed like the load was 
almost too large for her. "I'm just going to have to 
think up a whole bunch of punishments for you." Both 
girls giggled and hugged like the best friends they 
still were.
 
"Here's what I want you to do." Fran spoke becoming 
very serious, visibly shifting from 'best friend' to 
'mistress'. "Go to the Coach's office. He'll let you 
use his copy machine. You are authorized to engage in 
whatever sexual activity he desires." Fran glanced at 
Vickie to insure she was listening. "Make up a 'Why I 
Want to Whip Vickie' essay contest form and make about 
a hundred copies of it." At the mention of whipping 
Vickie became much more attentive, Fran wasn't sure 
whether it was from anticipation of fear. "You are to 
pass them out to every one who wants one. They are due 
back on Thursday. The winner of the essay contest will 
be allowed to whip you as part of the pre-marriage 
ceremony on Saturday."
 
"Thank you, mistress." Vickie spoke staring humbly 
down at the sidewalk. "You're the best mistress a 
slave could want."
 
"If you want to kiss my ass," Fran responded, "wait 
until we get home and do it for real." Vickie grinned 
at Fran then hurried off in the direction of the 
Coach's office.
 
Fran sat and brooded for several minutes. She was used 
to having Dave's attention in the morning. Sure he had 
fucked her first thing this morning, but it wasn't the 
same, he was noticeably distracted. All the time he 
was pumping his cock in and out of her cunt he was 
talking enthusiastically about what he was going to do 
with their mother that day. If there was one thing 
that Fran just could not stand it was not being the 
main focus of whoever was fucking her. This was the 
first time since her brother had first raped her that 
she had been left unsatisfied by one of his fuckings. 
 
The Coach had fingered her still sticky cunt all the 
way to school but that seemed to only make matters 
worse. God damn, she thought, he didn't even make me 
wear rubber bands or weights on my nipples this 
morning. Fran was on the verge of tears. How dare he 
ignore me so he can play with our slut mother, Fran 
thought. Fran felt sorry for Vickie, she knew that her 
own frustration was causing her to treat Vickie worse 
than she normally would. Fran felt a depression coming 
on. She desperately needed a good fucking but did not 
feel that she could depend on her brother and master 
to have made arrangements for her needs to be met.
 
Just as Fran's thoughts reached their darkest she was 
distracted by a small white disk that came flying over 
her head and landed on the sidewalk between her feet. 
The disk spun on its edge for a moment then slowly 
wobbled like a coin and finally laid flat on the 
concrete. Fran stared at the red 'FF' that stood for 
'Fran Fucker', the badge that was supposed to give its 
bearer total access to Fran's body. Fran craned her 
neck and looked up over her shoulder to see Steve, 
Carla's brother staring down at her with a silly grin 
on his face.
 
"Dave said you were supposed to come with me." Steve 
handed Fran a folded up piece of paper, then continued 
as Fran unfolded it. "He said you were to help me, and 
that I could have you any time I wanted during the 
day." Fran glanced up from the note and saw Steve's 
face turn red with embarrassment. Gees, Fran thought, 
this guy has been involved in gang fucking me twice 
and he's blushing.
 
Fran looked back down at the note.
 
Fran,
Go (and cum) with Steve today
Dave
 
Fran did not even have to look at the name at the 
bottom, the handwriting and the stupid joke were 
enough to tell her that this note did indeed come from 
her brother. Fran looked back up at Steve.
 
"We'll, what are we doing today?" Fran asked wondering 
why she would be given to the brother of her worst 
tormentor for the day. Steve jumped down from the low 
retaining wall and sat beside Fran.
 
"We're going to cut classes this morning and go get 
some compromising pictures and video's of Carla." 
Steve grinned evilly at Fran. "I promised Dave I'd get 
pictures that Carla would do abso-fucking-lutely any 
thing to keep from being made public." Fran began to 
share Steve's evil grin as she tried to imagine Carla 
doing anything that would put her in jeopardy of 
blackmail. Fran leaned towards Steve and, after 
snaking her tongue in and out of his ear said, "Let's 
go".
 
As they stood up Fran began to think that Steve's 
blushes were 'kinda' cute. Fran and Steve walked arm 
in arm out to the student parking lot, where they got 
into Steve's old beat up Volkswagen bus and drove in 
embarrassed silence to Steve's house.
  
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Vickie hurried to the Coach's office eager to prepare 
her contest forms and get back in time for first 
period. As Vickie entered his office the Coach looked 
up and smiled at her, then raised his eyebrows 
questioningly. 
 
"Fran said that you would let me use your copy 
machine." Vickie said looking at the Coach hopefully, 
when the Coach did not respond she continued. "She 
also said I was to participate in whatever sexual 
activities you wanted." Vickie added with a sly wink.
 
"What is it you need to copy?" the Coach asked as he 
stood and walked around to lean against the front of 
his desk. Vickie did not fail to notice the bulge 
growing in his Dockers. Vickie pulled out a piece of 
notebook paper and explained the "Why I want to whip 
Vickie" essay contest to the coach. 
 
"What are you being punished for?" Vickie's bravado 
wilted under the Coach's practiced glare.
 
"I disobeyed." She said meekly.
 
"What did you do?" The Coach continued his 
interrogation. 
 
"I fu...ah...I...ah...had sex when I wasn't supposed 
to." The red-faced Vickie answered staring at the 
floor.
 
"You managed to fuck with your cunt locked shut?" The 
Coach asked with amazement.
 
"No. I...ah...I had...ah...anal..." Vickie stammered 
with growing humiliation.
 
"You let somebody fuck your ass without your mistress' 
permission?" The coach asked bluntly.
 
"Yes." Vickie said relieved that the facts were now 
out. 
 
"OK," The Coach continued, "You can use my office to 
make up your form and print copies of it. Why don't 
you use my PC," the Coach gestured at the computer 
setting on his desk, "and make it a really official 
looking entry form?" The Coach locked the door to his 
office, "but you have to do it naked, and with my cock 
up your ass."
 
Vickie could barely contain her excitement. She had 
not confided this in anyone yet, but Dave had 
definitely locked the wrong orifice. Ever since the 
first time a boy had slipped his cock into her back 
hole Vickie had been a real 'anal' slut, preferring to 
have a cock in her ass than one in her cunt. 
 
The Coach walked back behind his desk and after 
dropping his trousers and boxer shorts around his 
ankles sat in his desk chair with his large hard cock 
sticking straight up and waiting with eager spasmodic 
jerks for Vickie's tight ass. Vickie, only wearing a 
T-shirt and short skirt, was naked and kneeling in 
front of the coach almost before his trousers hit the 
floor.
 
Vickie firmly massaged the Coach's balls and cock 
while she swirled her tongue around his cockhead. 
Then, without taking her lips from his cock, Vickie 
pulled her purse over and felt around inside it until 
her hand immerged with a small bottle of sex 
lubricant. No anal slut should leave home without it, 
she thought as she pulled her mouth from the large 
hard cock and began to rub the clear jell over the 
twitching rod.
 
Once Vickie was satisfied with the slickness of the 
Coach's cock she stood up and, after turning around so 
the Coach could view the action, cocked her leg up and 
wiped the excess lubricant onto her tight crinkled 
hole. As she started to lower her self onto the 
Coach's waiting erection, the Coach put his hands on 
her waist and guided her shiny glistening hole onto 
the head of his equally shiny cock.
 
Vickie and the Coach sighed in unison as his rock hard 
cock slipped into her tight hot ass. Vickie leaned 
back and, resting her head on the Coach's shoulder 
slowly gyrated her hips grinding her stretched 
sphincter on the Coach's kinky pubic hair.
 
"Oh God," Vickie moaned, "I love hard cock up my ass." 
While Vickie gyrated on his hard cock the Coach 
reached around her and played with the small gold 
padlock holding her cunt lips closed. Vickie reached 
up and ran her hand through the Coach's hair then, 
turning her head, pulled the Coach's lips to hers and 
fucked her tongue in and out of his mouth.
 
"Don't you think you better get busy on that 'Why I 
Want to Whip Vickie' essay contest form?" The Coach 
asked breaking off their deep tongue kiss. Moaning, 
Vickie rocked forward and began to type on the 
computer keyboard while she continued gyrating her 
hips and grinding her ass on the Coach's cock.
 
Every time Vickie got distracted from her form 
designing task, the Coach would pinch one of her 
nipples until she winced then direct her to get back 
to work. In between nipple pinches the Coach caressed 
her back, sides and thighs with his right hand and 
stroked her clitoris with his left. During all of this 
the Coach looked over Vickie's shoulder and gave her 
advice and suggestions for her form. The form 
designing and ass fucking lasted for almost a half 
hour before Vickie was ready to hit the 'print' icon 
and send her masterpiece to the printer.
 
As soon as the printer started Vickie turned her upper 
body and brought her lips to the coaches and sucked 
his tongue onto her panting mouth. While she sucked on 
the Coach's tongue, Vickie began to pump her ass up 
and down the length of his hard cock. As her orgasm 
approached Vickie abandoned the Coach's tongue and, 
turning back around placed one hand on each of the 
chair's arms and with her feet beside the coach's 
thighs on the seat began to pump her whole body up and 
down. The Coach looked down between their sweaty 
bodies and watched his cock slipping into and out off 
the young girls tight, stretched ass, as he held onto 
her hips to help support her. 
 
"Oh god," Vickie screamed, "Fuck my hot ass Coach. 
Fuck my ass hard." The chair began to jump and slid 
around on the floor with each of Vickie's thrusts on 
and off of the Coach's cock. Afraid that the chair 
might collapse the Coach got his feet under him then 
in one swift move stood up and pushed Vickie face down 
onto his desk beside the computer monitor. Still 
holding onto her hips the Coach slammed his cock in 
and out of Vickie's ass with such force that his desk 
scooted an inch across the floor with each thrust. 
 
Burying his cock into her ass for one final time the 
coach grabbed a handful of Vickie's hair and, pulling 
her head up off the desk yelled "Take my cum you dirty 
little whore bitch", then shot his cum into her 
bowels. 
 
"God yes, fuck my slutty ass." Vickie screamed back as 
she ground her ass against the Coach's crotch. Then 
the coach collapsed on top of Vickie with his cock 
still buried inside her. When their heads quit 
swimming the Coach stood up and pulled Vickie off the 
desk onto her knees facing him. 
 
"I don't have time to go wash, so lick my cock clean 
for me." Without hesitation Vickie began licking the 
Coach's cock and balls.
 
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As Fran and Steve walked into his bedroom, Steve 
rapidly picked up several pieces of dirty underwear 
from the floor and, blushing even more than before, 
tossed them into his closet and closed the door. Fran 
sat down on Steve's unmade bed and looked at him 
expectantly, causing another blush from the teenage 
boy.
 
"What are we doing here?" She finally asked. "And why 
would you help us get back at Carla?"
 
"Carla may be my sister," Steve answered staring at 
Fran's T-shirt covered nipples while he pulled a 
straight back chair over and sat in front of Fran, 
"but she is a fucking bitch and I'd love to help you 
guys get even." Steve licked his lips before 
continuing. Fran smiled to herself enjoying the boy's 
embarrassment. "Besides Dave told me I would be 
forever banned from fu...ah...having sex with you if I 
didn't."
 
"And if you did," Fran continued for him, "you'd get 
to have me all to yourself for the day. Right?" Steve 
nodded his head yes, still staring at her chest. Fran 
rolled her eyes then, grabbing the bottom of her T-
shirt stripped it over her head and tossed it aside in 
one fluid motion, exposing her bare breasts topped 
with large red, hard nipples. Fran almost giggled out 
loud when she saw Steve's mouth drop open.
 
"You've seen these before." Fran stated as she cupped 
her breasts and held them out toward Steve. "You've 
seen a whole lot more than that." Fran paused to give 
what she hoped was a seductive look, which was totally 
lost on the blushing boy.
 
"Hey Steve," Fran released her breasts and put both 
hands on Steve's knees, "you've fucked me several 
times already, what's all the embarrassment about?" 
Steve looked away from Fran his blush growing even 
deeper. "Come on, Steve, tell me." Fran's voice took 
on a demanding tone that she had been practicing on 
Vickie.
 
"I...I've...never been alone with a girl before." 
Steve finally admitted. Fran's face softened when she 
heard the boy's admission.
 
"Have you ever fucked a girl?" Fran asked seriously 
then grinned, "Other than me at Dave's little orgies I 
mean." Fran's face turned more serious again. "You've 
never fucked a girl just you and her?" Steve shook his 
head 'no'. "Well, you just let me take care of that." 
Fran said as she dropped down onto her knees and began 
to unbuckle his belt.
 
"Now," Fran continued as she pulled his cock from his 
pants and began to stroke it with her hand. "I'm going 
to suck on your cock for awhile," Fran paused to swirl 
her tongue around the swelling head of Steve's growing 
cock., "and I want you to think of something that you 
never thought you'd be able to ask a girl to do." Fran 
enveloped his entire half-hard cock in her wet mouth 
then released the cock and licked up and down its 
underside. 
 
"Remember I'm your sex slave for today," Fran looked 
directly into Steve's eyes as she continued to stroke 
his now wet and fully erect cock. "And I have to do 
what ever you want." Fran felt Steve's cock twitch in 
her hand as she emphasized 'have to'. Fran once again 
pulled his cock into her mouth and swirled her expert 
tongue around its head. With her left hand Fran firmly 
stroked the base of Steve's cock and with her right 
hand she massaged his balls.
 
"Oh Godddddd." Steve moaned then shot his first spurt 
of cum into Fran's throat. Fran held his cock and 
balls while she sucked every drop of cum from him. 
When his cock stopped twitching Fran remained kneeling 
between his knees and laid her head on his thigh while 
she watched his cock begin to shrink in her hand.
 
"Did you think of anything special you want me to do?" 
Fran looked up at Steve.
 
"Yes, there is one thing," Steve said still 
embarrassed at the thought of what he was going to ask 
her. "But it will have to wait, we have to get things 
ready for Carla."
 
Fran, wearing only her short skirt and with her naked 
breasts gently bouncing and swaying with each step, 
followed Steve out into the back yard where they hid a 
microphone in some bushes beside the patio. Then they 
carefully ran the wire through the bushes and behind 
patio furniture then up the downspout and into Steve's 
second story bedroom window. Or more accurately Steve 
hid the microphone and ran the wire while Fran helped 
by rubbing her bare breasts against him and massaged 
his bulging crotch whenever she got the chance.
 
"How come your dogs in a cage?" Fran asked pointing to 
the large St Bernard as she 'helped' Steve with his 
work.
 
"That's not a cage, that's a dog run." Fran shrugged 
her shoulders unable to see the distinction.
 
When they finished they went back to Steve's room and 
set up a video camera and a still camera. The cameras 
were barely in place before they heard Carla enter the 
house and shout hello a few times to verify that the 
house was empty. Steve signaled Fran to be quite as 
they stood behind the bedroom door so Carla would not 
see them as she went into her bedroom then came out a 
few minutes later completely nude and headed down the 
stairs.
 
As soon as Carla was down the stairs Fran and Steve 
moved to their positions, Fran running the video 
camera and Steve the still camera. Carla walked across 
the patio then laid down on the chase lounge right 
beside the bush where they had hidden the microphone.
 
Zooming in for a close up shot Fran taped Carla as she 
rubbed suntan lotion onto her body. Carla started at 
her feet and worked her way up her calves and thighs, 
avoiding her cunt for now, and over her stomach. Fran 
decided that Carla must have been concerned about her 
breasts getting too much sun since she spent the next 
fifteen minutes applying lotion to them, especially 
the now hard nipples.
 
Steve adjusted the sound level to insure they would 
record every moan now coming from Carla's throat as 
she moved her lotion applying activity back down over 
her stomach then, after spreading her legs 
concentrated on her cunt. Fran almost giggled as she 
taped Carla's orgasmic moans and gyrations. As the 
gyrations died down Fran removed her eye from the 
camera's eyepiece and pulled her own skirt out of the 
way so she could give her own wet cunt a few quick 
strokes.
 
"Wait," Steve whispered, "she's not done yet." Fran 
reluctantly abandoned her own dripping pussy to 
continue recording Carla's activity just in time to 
catch her standing up and walking naked across the 
yard to release the dog from the run. The St Bernard 
nuzzled Carla's crotch all the way back to the chase 
lounge. Carla would giggle and tell the dog to wait 
each time his cold nose was pushed into her crotch.
 
Fran watched through the zoom lens of the camera as 
Carla lay back down on the chase lounge then said 
'here boy' and invited the dog between her legs. The 
dog, obviously no stranger to Carla's pussy, began to 
lap at her cunt with his large wet tongue. Soon 
Carla's body was trembling and twitching and her head 
was jerking back and forth.
 
"Oh god lick my cunt Buster," she began to moan, "lick 
my hot cunt." Carla reached down and scratched the 
dog's ears as his tongue worked up and down her open 
cunt. "Make your sweetie cum Buster, make me cum 
hard." Now Fran understood why Carla would do 'abso-
fucking-lutely', to quote Steve, anything to keep 
these pictures secret. As she taped Buster licking his 
mistress through another body jerking orgasm Fran, 
almost, felt sorry for Carla.
 
After her clandestine show was over Carla scratched 
Buster's head and told him what a good dog he was then 
put him back in his run.  Fran and Steve once again 
stood behind his bedroom door as Carla went into her 
room and came out dressed a few minutes later and left 
the house. When Fran heard the front door slam shut 
she wasn't sure if she wanted to roll on the floor 
with laughter, or rape the poor boy who was now at her 
mercy.
 
"Well," Fran asked as she dropped her skirt and stood 
in front of Steve totally naked thrusting her breasts 
out as far as she could, "what is this thing you want 
me to do?" Steve blushed again and looked at the 
floor. 
 
"Could you stand by the bed with your legs spread and 
lean way over until your head in on the mattress?" 
Steve asked without looking up. Fran's expression 
reflected her confusion. It sounded for all the world 
like Steve wanted to fuck her ass, but surely he had 
already done that at one of the 'Weekly Fran Fucks' 
sponsored by Dave. Or, at the very least he'd seen the 
other guys doing it.
 
Oh well, Fran though as she turned around and assumed 
the requested position, if this is what he wants I'll 
let him have it. Steve, with his trousers still on 
knelt behind Fran and with a gentle reverent touch ran 
his hands over her legs and butt. Fran watched upside 
down from between her legs as Steve parted her butt 
cheeks and slowly brought his mouth to her ass. 
 
Steve ran his tongue quickly and lightly over and 
around Fran's crinkled sphincter for several minutes 
before he stiffened his tongue and began to push it 
into her rear hole. Fran was overwhelmed both with the 
wonderful feelings being generated by the soft 
referent tongue action and by the attitude of almost 
worship from Steve. His caressing of Fran's legs and 
butt grew more robust as Steve's tongue fucking of her 
asshole grew more and more fevered.
 
"Oh yes Steve, that's wonderful." Fran moaned as she 
reached back and began to finger her cunt while she 
arched her back to make her asshole more available to 
her young worshiper. "Oh god that feels good...don't 
stop...oh 
yes...oh...godddd...oooooooooyesssssssss...yes...yes..
.yes...do it...oh god...oh...oh...oh...GOD DAMN THAT 
FEELS FUCKING GREAT." Fran's hips began to jerk in 
sharp fucking motions as her vocalizations degenerated 
into a long guttural scream, followed by Fran's 
collapsing on the bed panting. Steve sat in the chair 
and watched Fran as she recovered from her body 
shaking orgasm.
 
"That's what you wanted to do?" Fran asked as she sat 
up on the edge of the bed.
 
"No," Steve grinned shyly, "I was just demonstrating 
what I want you to do to me."
 
"After an orgasm like that, I'll do anything." Fran 
answered as she stood up and made room for Steve to 
remove his trousers and assumed the same position Fran 
had just been in. Fran knelt behind Steve and began 
with the same reverent caresses of his thighs and butt 
as he had given to her. Then, spreading his butt, Fran 
brought her mouth to his ass and showered it with 
light almost tickling licks before she also stiffened 
her tongue and began to work it into the tight hole.
 
As Fran fucked her tongue in and out of his rapidly 
loosening sphincter she massaged his balls and cock 
with firm strokes. Fran continued working her tongue 
in his ass and stroking his cock until she felt his 
sphincter muscle clamping down on her tongue and her 
waiting hand being filled with his sticky hot cum.
 
After his orgasm, it was Fran's turn to sit in the 
chair and wait for Steve to catch his breath. Fran sat 
patiently until Steve sat up on the edge of the bed 
then, after showing him what she still held in her 
hand, brought her hand up to her mouth and poured his 
cum from her palm onto her waiting tongue. After 
swallowing the portion of his cum that dripped onto 
her tongue Fran, while continuing to stare directly 
into his eyes rubbed the rest on her naked breasts 
like it was suntan lotion.
 
"Remind you of anybody you know?" Fran asked with a 
sly grin after she imitated Carla's moaning.
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



  
SlaveSister11