Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Deoz
Title: Holiday Family 5 - Three Days of Ruin
Universe: Holiday Family Tales
Summary: It's Easter, and Benny Holiday's life is pretty good.  But when
another boy shows up with some blackmailing plans of his own, Benny has to
find a way to stop him, or it all might come tumbling down.
Keywords: mf, mff, bd, blackmail, inc, ws
   -Chapter 1Day One.
   "Fuck yes, you little slut!  Get your tongue deep in there!" Madeline
reached back to grab Amy Lui's head, and forced the younger Chinese girl's
face deeper into her ass.  Amy was crying, partially because she was being
forced to demean herself by licking Madeline's ass, and partially because
Madeline's twin sister, Ashley, had three fingers knuckle-deep inside Amy's
cunt and was finger fucking her roughly.
   I should explain.  This wasn't exactly happening real-time in front of
me.  I was watching a recording.  My twin 17-year-old step-sisters had made
a recording of them sexually dominating 15 year-old Amy Lui in the girls'
locker room at our high school...
   Ok, maybe that needs explanation, as well.
   Alright, some stuff you probably already know.  My name is Benny
Holiday. Last Halloween, I found out my step-sisters (who were total
bitches to me, and our younger step-sister, Sophie) were sluts.  Extreme
sluts.  Anyways, I tricked them into doing some pretty humiliating, slutty
things on camera, and now I owned them.  I made sure they knew that unless
they did everything I wanted, whenever I wanted, the whole world would know
what cock-hungry whores they were.
   It worked out pretty good...  I've spent the last half-year training
them to be my sex slaves.  They didn't like it, mostly (though sometimes I
think they enjoyed it more than they let on) but they've learned their
place.  They follow my instructions almost without hesitation now.
   Cut to Amy Lui.  See, after winning a bet with a friend in February, I
had gotten my hands on some pictures and videos of Amy.  Amy posing naked.
Amy masturbating, her fingers in her pussy and ass.  And my personal
favourite, Amy spreading her legs open while a dog licked her cunt.  Turns
out, innocent little Amy was a kinky girl.  Anyways, I had spent the last
month figuring out how to turn these videos into a brand new sex slave. 
Don't get me wrong, I liked fucking Maddie and Ash just fine, and Miss
Legault (my younger sister's French teacher, whom I blackmailed into
servitude last Christmas) was a fine piece of ass, too.  But why stop at
three, when you can have four?
   The problem was the quality of the video and pictures.  Sure, I knew
they were Amy...  but her face was partially obscured or blurred in all of
them.  Kinky, yes, but stupid?  I guess not.  She protected her identity in
these pictures.  They might be enough to scare her into servitude, but I
wasn't sure.  I needed something more.
   So I used Madeline and Ashley.  I found out Amy wanted on the
cheerleading team, and the twins ruled that squad with an iron fist.  No
one got on who they didn't approve of, and everyone knew it.  I told Maddie
and Ashley they were going to give Amy some...  "personal" try-outs after
school.  I gave them very specific instructions about what they had to do.
At first, they were reluctant, of course.  Well, Ashley more so.  Madeline
was a bit of a lesbian, so she always jumps at the chance to get her pussy
eaten by a girl instead of having to fuck a boy.
   They arranged to meet Amy after school hours in the girls' locker room.
It was the Thursday before Good Friday.  No body went there when there
wasn't a sports event, especially on the day before a day off, and so they
had it to themselves until the night cleaners would arrive, hours later. 
What Amy didn't know is that the twins had set up small recording devices
around the locker room before she got there, so they could capture
everything on film for me.
   It started easy enough.  Questions about why she wanted to be on the
cheerleading team.  Exercises, to show how flexible she was.  Then they
told her she had to strip down.  She seemed confused, but accepted their
explanation that she had to look good wearing almost nothing at all, since
some of the uniforms were pretty revealing.  Only hot girls got on the
team, they said.  Amy was desperate enough for the popularity that being a
cheerleader would get her that she stripped naked for them, and let them
inspect her body.
   Amy was hot, no denying that.  She wasn't as tall as either of the
twins, maybe five-foot-five or so.  Her legs still looked long, though, and
smooth and strong.  Her skin revealed her Chinese heritage, but considering
that, she had surprisingly large breasts.  Maybe C-cups.  Her long, black
hair was tied into a braid that rested halfway down her back.  Her pussy
had a thin trail of matching hair just above it, but was otherwise smooth.
   Once she was naked, the twins examined her for a while.  Then they moved
onto the good stuff.  They told her to show them just how badly she wanted
on the team...  They told her to masturbate for them.
   "What?" Amy cried, shocked.
   "Finger your pussy for us," Ashley said.  "You can't be embarrassed. 
You did worse before." Madeline reached into her backpack and pulled out
some of the printed-off pictures of Amy masturbating.
   "How did you get these?" Amy asked, nervousness making her voice waver.
   "It doesn't matter," Madeline said, "What matters is that you're a dirty
slut.  And if you want to be on our team, it means you have to be our dirty
slut."
   "You've got to be kidding!  I'm not gay!"
   Ashley looked a bit embarrassed about this, but Madeline laughed.  "Did
I forget to mention?  If you're not with us, you're against us.  And if
you're against us, then we'll make sure all your little home videos go
public.  I thought Asians were supposed to eat dogs, not the other way
around." She tossed a picture of Amy getting licked out by her dog on the
floor.
   Amy reeled back like she'd been slapped.  Maybe it was the racist
insult, maybe it was the revelation of how thoroughly screwed she was. 
Either way, it only took her a moment more of hesitation because she sat on
a bench, spread her legs, and slowly started rubbing her pussy.
   Now I know what you're thinking.  How could the twins, who knew how
rough it was to be sex slaves, so willingly throw another girl to the
wolves?  Well, I had given them some extra motivation.  I explained to them
that whoever impressed me the most with Amy would get some time off from
working for me.  They knew the kind of rough stuff I liked, and they were
more than willing to force it on another girl to get some time without it
themselves.
   That's probably why the masturbation show didn't last long...  Both
wanted to destroy Amy to save themselves.  After she fingered her cunt for
a while, they ordered her to turn over, and give her ass the same
treatment. Then they moved on to the real fun.
   Madeline stripped first, and made Amy lick her pussy.  The little Asian
didn't seem very good at it...  She probably had never gone down on a girl
before.  Maddie didn't seem to mind, though, and was grinding her cunt into
Amy's face in no time.  Ashley, meanwhile, started spanking Amy, turning
her tan ass red, and making her jump with every slap.  She soon moved on to
finger-fucking Amy's cunt, thrusting her hand in and out of the younger
girl, and making her squirm and moan into Maddie's crotch.
   Madeline, never one to be out performed, moved on to the next
humiliating task she could think of.  Turning around, she reached back to
spread her own ass cheeks, and told Amy to lick her ass.  Amy shook her
head, crying a little, and begged not to, until Ashley reached forward with
her free hand and pushed Amy's head into Madeline's ass.  She started
licking, tentatively, moving her face up and down between the pale cheeks
of the blonde's ass, while Ashley kept finger-fucking her.
   This is about where you came in.  It was also about this time that my
cock had grown too hard watching the movie to not demand release, so I
started playing with myself as I watched.  I could have called the twins,
sure, but I hadn't decided who got time off yet, so I didn't want to.
   "Fuck yes, you little slut!  Get your tongue deep in there!" Madeline
reached back to grab Amy Lui's head, and forced the younger Chinese girl's
face deeper into her ass as Ashley, with three fingers knuckle-deep inside
Amy's cunt, finger fucked her roughly.  With her free hand, Ashley reached
for her bag, and pulled out a small, travel hairbrush.  She licked it
quickly, getting it wet, then started to slowly work it into Amy's pussy.
Amy squealed in protests, mostly muffled by Madeline's ass.
   They worked her like this for some time, Ashley fucking both of her
holes while Madeline forced her to service her ass.  Once, Ashley laughed,
and asked if Amy was cumming on her fingers.  The younger girl shook her
head as best she could, but Ashley claimed she didn't believe her, that she
knew Amy was cumming from the rough fucking.  Madeline kept up a steady
stream of insults and demeaning names, calling Amy an "ass-licking whore,"
and a "dyke slut who liked getting raped."
   Finally, they both stopped, and Amy collapsed onto the ground roughly as
Madeline released her and Ashley pulled her fingers and hairbrush from
Amy's battered pussy and ass.  She wiped them both on Amy's hair, before
asking Madeline, "Think that's enough?"
   I could see the gears turning in Madeline's head.  She wanted to make
sure she was the one who impressed me, to make sure that it was her, and
not her sister, who got some time without being at my beck and call.  Then
she smiled, a wicked idea lighting her eyes.  She reached down, and grabbed
a handful of Amy's hair.  Using it like a leash, she forced the Asian girl
to follow her, crawling, to the showers and sit on the ground in one.
   Then, standing with a leg on either side of Amy so that she was almost
directly above her head, Madeline reached down, spread her own pussy lips
with one hand, and started to piss.
   Hey, Madeline knew how to demean a girl.  She had been on the receiving
side of it enough over the last few months.
   Amy let out a little cry of shock and dismay as the stream of golden
piss hit her on the head.  She tried to move, but Madeline growled at her
to stay still, or else.  Amy obeyed, and Madeline's piss soaked into her
black hair, running down her face and neck and over her body.  Ashley,
clearly worried that she was getting out performed, quickly did her best to
join.  She positioned herself differently, so that she could piss straight
on Amy's tear-stricken face.  She clearly didn't have to go as badly,
though, and the best she could muster was a few quick squirts onto the
younger girl's lips and nose.
   Once finished, Madeline and Ashley stood, and slowly dressed.  Every now
and then they glanced at Amy, who was silently sobbing in the puddle of
piss they had left her in.  They looked a little guilty...  But quickly
locked the guild away behind eyes of steel.
   "You did good, you filthy whore.  If you don't tell anyone what happened
here, you can have a spot on the team next semester." This was Madeline. 
It was almost cute, how she said that as if it would make up for the
treatment.
   "Of course," Ashley added, "if you do tell anyone, then the whole school
is going to see what a dog-fucking slut you are, understand?" Amy nodded,
still crying, and the girls left.
   The cameras were still running, so I got to see Amy slowly pick herself
up, and shower.  She got dressed again, and then spent a few moments
looking at herself in the shower.  "It's ok, Amy," she muttered, "It's just
sex.  You've had worse.  And hey, you're on the team now." She left, too.
   The twins had instructions to wait around until Amy was gone before
retrieving the cameras.  All of them had sent the video wirelessly to my
laptop, though, so I had the video before either of them had even got home.
I had waited until later in the evening to watch it, though.
   All in all, I was impressed.  It was hot.  The idea that Ashley and
Madeline had both been willing to do such horrible things to Amy...  I
smiled.  Looked like I was breaking them.
   I still hadn't cum, and contemplated what to do about it.  Madeline was
clearly the one who deserved the time off.  The pissing idea was a cherry
on top of a very perverse cake.  Maybe I should call Ashley, and get her to
suck me off before bed...
   That train of thought was interrupted when my cell phone rang.  Not my
usual phone, either.  I had two.  One that everyone knew about which I used
for every day stuff...  texting friends, calling home, that stuff.  I had
bought myself the second one last January.  It was used for my sex
slaves... Well, since the twins were my step-sisters, and I hardly needed
an excuse to have their numbers on my regular phone, right now my second
phone only had one number.  I imagined a day when it was filled with sluts
eager to serve at my whim, though.
   I picked up the phone.  Sure enough, I heard Miss Legault's voice on the
other end.
   "Benny," she said.  She sounded worried, "I thought we had a deal."
   "What are you talking about, slut?" When in private, I almost always
called my slaves by degrading names.  It helped them remember their place.
   "You promised me that if I did everything you wanted, you wouldn't ever
tell anyone about that video." She was talking about the video I had of her
and her husband fucking the twins.  It was how I controlled her.
   "Yeah, I know." I was confused.  Did someone else know?
   "You brought a friend on Valentine's Day, but I thought it was a
one-time thing.  You didn't tell me I'd have to work for him, too."
   "Wait...  what?"
   "He found me after work today," she said, "She said he knew everything,
and if I didn't do what he wanted, he'd let the world know about the stuff
you have on me.  I had to suck his cock."
   "What are you talking about?" I knew what she was talking about...  But
I couldn't believe it.
   "You're friend, Derek Hensel...  He's blackmailing me, too!"
   -Chapter 2I tried calling Derek.  I don't know what exactly I was hoping
to hear from him...  Maybe Miss Legault misunderstood what was going on.  I
didn't really believe that, even as I thought it, but I hoped.
   Derek answered on the fifth ring.  "Hello?"
   "Derek?  It's Benny.  Listen, I just got a call from Miss Legault..."
   "Oh?  What did that fine looking slut need?" I could practically hear
the grin in his voice.
   "Tell me you're not blackmailing her."
   "Why not?" He said, his voice dripping confidence.  "You are."
   The accusation struck me like a physical blow.  He knew.  Of course he
knew.  How could he have not figured it out?  Was I so arrogant that I
thought my secret could be secret after I had brought another guy into it?
A guy I had no control over, too...
   I tried for a bit longer to argue Derek down, to convince him to back
off.  Really, I knew it wasn't going to work, but I had to try, didn't I?
Eventually, I lost my temper with him.  I swore at him, demanded he stop.
He just laughed.
   "Here's the thing, Ben." I hated when people called me Ben.  "Legault is
working for me, now.  You can keep using her whenever you want, I don't
care.  But I'm going to fuck that slut, too.  And if you have a problem
with that, I'll take Amy Lui back, too.  You think I didn't know what you
were going to do with those pictures I gave you?  She was a gift, man. 
Accept it, and move on.  Or I will ruin all of this for you."
   I hung up on him.
   Fuck.  Fuck, fuck, sonofamotherless FUCK!
   This is going to be bad.  I didn't want to let Derek have Miss
Legault... But I couldn't risk him getting too much involved in my life,
either.  He already knew I was after Amy...  If he snooped much more, he
could probably find out about the twins.  Or even Soph.
   That thought made me angry.  There was no way this jackass was going to
mess with me, or with Sophie.  No.  Fucking.  Way.
   I didn't realize I had knocked a bunch of stuff off my desk to the
ground until I heard the loud thud of the books striking floor.  I sighed.
Someone was bound to have heard that.  I had better think up a lie.  I
couldn't just say "Sorry mom, I was having a temper tantrum because Derek
Hensel found out I was blackmailing an elementary teacher into sex and I
was worried he'd find out I was fucking my step-sisters, too," could I?
   It turned out, the lie wasn't needed.  It was Sophie who ended up
knocking on my door to check if everything was alright.
   Sophie was younger than me, having just turned 13 in February.  Her
curly brown hair was tied back in a loose ponytail.  She was wearing loose
capris pants, and a t-shirt.  She had almost no breasts to boast of, so the
t-shirt hung fairly formlessly around her.  She looked nervous, hesitantly
biting her lower lip, as if she wasn't sure she should be interrupting. 
Her skin was pale, but out-matched by her grey eyes that were even paler.
   "Benny?  Are you ok?"
   I relaxed a bit when I saw her.  Sophie and I had been through a lot
together...  She had a calming effect on me, I guess.
   "Yeah, Soph, I'm fine.  Sorry."
   Sophie met my eyes, and I could see that she knew I was lying.  Without
waiting to be asked, she came into my room, shutting the door behind her.
She went to my bed, and sat, then gestured for me to come sit beside her.
"You're clearly not fine, Benny.  What's up?"
   I didn't want to tell her, didn't want to worry her, but I did sit
beside her.  I could smell her.  She used a tangerine scented bodywash.  I
loved that smell.  "It really isn't anything for you to worry about." I
said.
   She sighed, and leaned her head on my shoulder.  "But you're worried
about it, right?  So talk to me, maybe I can help.  After all, we'll always
take care of each other, right?" She was grinning.
   I smiled too, thinking back to when we had last said that to each other.
   ***
   Sophie's lips tasted like cherries.  Her hands were cool and soft on
either side of my face as she held my head still while swirling her tongue
against mine.  She was naked, as was I, and straddling me.  Ever so slowly,
she lowered herself onto me, allowing my rock solid cock to slide into her.
   It was late at night, a week or so ago.  The twins were asleep.  Mom and
Richard had gone out to another one of their parties (they had been going
to an awful lot, lately).  Sophie had snuck into my room, and we were
making love.
   We had been doing this sporadically since her birthday, in February.  At
first, I thought I was just a tool of release.  She had too much pent up,
too much repressed, and I was how she let it out.  She came back to me more
and more, though.  And not just on days where she had been upset, or angry.
I think she came back because she enjoyed having sex with me.  I certainly
liked it with her.
   "Oh fuck," she gasped, even as I cautioned her to be quiet.  "Oh fuck,
you feel good."
   Sophie had a...  complicated sexual history.  Before me, her only sexual
partner had been her father, who had abused her as a child.  I didn't ask
her too many details, and she never volunteered them, so I don't know if
she had ever fucked a guy cowgirl style like this before.  What I did know
was that it was her first time like this with me.
   She placed her hands on my chest, and tilted her head forward.  Her long
hair brushed and tickled against my face.  She began bouncing herself up
and down on my cock, moving herself slowly at first, but picking up speed
as she went.
   She felt amazing.  She had such a small frame that I barely even felt
her weight.  Her pussy, though, was tight as a glove on my dick.  She was
clearly enjoying herself, though, because as tight as it was, it was very
wet and slid over me with ease.
   I placed my hands on either sides of her hips, and guided her up and
down atop me.  She looked down at me and, with a coy smirk, brought her own
hands up to her tiny breasts, squeezing and rubbing them.  Damn, she knew
how much I liked watching her do that.
   "Don't stop," she whispered breathily, "please don't stop...  It feels
sooooo good..."
   No kidding.  The churning deep in my balls was testament to that.  I
didn't want to stop, but I knew that if I didn't, I wouldn't last very
long. She just felt too perfect.  But I wanted to make her cum...  I always
enjoyed sex more when she came.  I don't know, maybe it was guilt, trying
to make myself feel better about fucking my little sister...  Or maybe I
just liked making her happy.
   I braced my feet against the bed and used them to leverage myself. 
Rather than just guiding her motion, I began actively thrusting myself. 
And I did it fast.  I know it was a little risky...  It made more noise. 
The sharp slaps of my skin striking hers filled the room.  My door was
closed, though, and I was pretty sure everyone else was asleep.  It was
worth the risk.
   Sophie's eyes shot open at the sudden increased pace, and then fluttered
closed again as she moaned softly in pleasure.  She collapsed forward,
resting across my body, so I had to change the angles of my thrusts.  Just
as well, this new angle, parallel to my body, didn't feel quite as nice. 
Don't get me wrong, it still felt great, but I was pretty sure I could hold
out a bit longer like this.  Or, at least, I thought I could until I felt
Sophie's lips begin to brush against my shoulder and neck.  She was kissing
me, and nibbling playfully there, all the time moaning right next to my
ear. The sensation was overwhelming.
   "I can't...  I can't hold out much longer," I gasped, gritting my teeth,
trying to keep up the pace to make her cum first.
   "Just a little more," she answered, "Just...  a little...  more... 
Ohhh...  Yessss!" She bit down on my shoulder, hard enough to make me
wince, and I could half-hear, half-feel her cry out in pleasure there.  At
almost the same time, I felt myself reach the limit of what I could handle,
and I let loose.  With a moan of pleasure, kept as quiet as I could, I
came, emptying myself into her.  Well, into a condom inside her.  Close
enough.
   We laid there like that for a moment or two.  I was breathing heavily,
and she was small enough that I could see her rising and falling in time
with my chest.  She had released her hold on my shoulder, and had her eyes
closed, smiling contently, sleepily, as I slowly began to soften inside of
her.  After a moment of this, I gently rolled her off of me, eliciting a
soft moan of protest from her.  I removed and disposed of the condom before
crawling back into bed next to her, and wrapping my arms around her naked
form.
   "How was that?" I asked.
   "Amazing...  as always," she replied.  I smiled.  I mean, who doesn't
like having their ego stroked, now and again.
   "I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as me," I said, leaning over to give
her a kiss on the cheek.  She rolled over as I did, though, and caught my
lips with her own.
   When we broke apart from the kiss, she was smiling up at me.  "You
always make me feel so good...  So special.  You know that?"
   "That's because you are special, Soph."
   "I know...  But sometimes, it's hard to feel that way.  Sometimes, it
feels like I'm...  I don't know, bad, I guess?  And I get worried something
bad will happen because I've been bad."
   "Hey," I said, "You don't need to think like that.  I won't let anything
bad happen to you.  I'll always take care of you."
   She reached up and brushed my cheek with one of her soft hands.  "But
then who will take care of you?"
   I smiled at her.  "I guess we'll take care of each other, ok?"
   "Always." She answered, before kissing me once more.
   ***
   "...After all, we'll always take care of each other, right?" Sophie was
grinning.
   I hesitated a moment more.  I knew that telling her would upset her...
Maybe even worry her.  On the other hand, she was smart.  Way smarter than
me, I think, though she would never admit it.  Maybe she could give me a
suggestion about what to do.  If nothing else, it would be nice to have one
less secret mixed in with all of the others tumbling around in my life.
   So I told her.
   "Derek Hensel..." She said, after I explained the problem to her.  "I
thought he might come back to haunt you." I had already told Sophie about
sharing Miss Legault with him a while back, one night when we were telling
each other secrets.  She hadn't said anything about it at the time.
   "What?  Why?"
   She looked at me like I was an idiot.  "Come on, Benny...  He's clearly
a dickwad who's obsessed with sex.  Did you think he'd be happy with only
getting someone like Legault once?  And, given everything he saw, it
wouldn't have been hard for him to figure out how you were getting her to
do stuff for you..."
   Well...  when she put it that way, I did feel kind of dumb.  "I guess I
shouldn't have involved him, huh?"
   "And let him tease you for being a virgin?  No way!" Sophie has a real
problem with teasing.  I guess after spending most of their life on the
receiving end of it, anyone would.  "Don't worry, like I said, I've been
worried about this for a while.  I already have most of a plan."
   "Really?  What?"
   Sophie shook her head.  "I can't tell you...  It's not really done,
anyways.  Besides, it would be better if you weren't involved.  He has too
much dirt on you.  Don't worry," she placed her hand on my cheek, and I
felt my heart - and other areas - flutter at the touch.  "I'll take care of
it." She said that with such confidence, such certainty, that I couldn't
help but believe her.
   "Alright...  But what am I supposed to be doing while you're cleaning up
my messes?"
   Sophie laughed.  "I'm sure you can think of something...  Don't you have
a new `project' you're working on?" She gave my computer a meaningful
glance.
   I smiled.  "I supposed I do...  Well, alright.  Thanks, Soph."
   "It's no problem.  Of course, if you really want to thank me, I can
always come over tonight..."
   Hey, how could I say no?
   -Chapter 3Day Two.
   On Friday, I set my plan into motion.  Good Friday seemed like a good
time to do it; it was a day off school for all of us, and mom and Richard
took the vacation day to go do something or other themselves.  None of the
family has ever been very religious, so it was no real surprise when we all
took the day off to do our own thing.
   Sophie left early in the morning, to spend the day with one of her
friends.  The twins went off to do...  I don't know, and I didn't really
care.  Hang out in the mall or something equally vapid, probably.  Madeline
was in a really good mood.  I had told her that morning that she had earned
a week off for how well she worked with Amy.  For the same reason, Ashley
was quite upset.  I think the blow was somewhat softened by the fact that I
let her go out without servicing me in the morning...  Most of the time
we're home without the parents, I make sure to use the twins, just so they
remember their duty.  I didn't both this day, though...  I had other plans.
   Before they left, I used the Ashley's phone to text Amy.  Pretending to
be Ash, I apologized to Amy...  And told her it was very important that
they meet, because I had something to tell her.  It had to be in private,
though.  Turns out, luck was on my side.  Amy's family was Buddhist, so
they didn't celebrate Easter.  She took the day off school, but her parents
both worked on it, to get holiday pay.  She was home alone, all day.  I
told her to expect me that afternoon.
   When Amy answered the door, she was surprised to find me waiting there
for her.  She looked confused.  "Uh...  Benny?" She was a year older than
me, but the school wasn't that big.  I knew she would know who I was.  More
importantly, I knew that she knew that I was Ash and Maddie's step-brother.
"Sorry, I was expecting someone else..."
   "I know.  Actually, that's why I'm here.  I have to tell you something."
   "Now's not really a good time..." She looked embarrassed.  It was
surprisingly warm, for Easter weekend, and Amy had clearly dressed for the
weather.  She wore a knee-length, loose skirt of some sort of thin, blue
fabric.  For a top, she just wore a white tank top, sheer enough that the
dark bra she had on underneath could be easily seen.  She was also, I
noticed, wearing make-up, and her hair was tied back into a tight braid. 
The clothes were nice, too.  Not something she just had laying around, I
would guess.  Did she actually dress up for seeing Ashley today?
   "It's really important," I said.  "And...  private.  I need to show you
something about the twins." Maybe it was the mention of Ashley and
Madeline. Or maybe it was the urgency in my voice.  Whatever the reason,
Amy invited me inside and, when I said I needed a computer, brought me up
to her bedroom.
   Her room was cute.  There just isn't any other word for it.  It looked
like it was designed when she was a kid, and never changed.  The walls were
a pastel pink, and stuffed animals lined shelves around the room.  Her name
was spelled out on her door in foam stickers, surrounded by stars.  When
she turned on the computer, however, I saw the background...  It was a
publicity shot of Metallica.  It didn't exactly go with the 8-year-old-chic
of the rest of the room.  I wondered briefly if maybe the rest of the room
was more her parent's decorating choices than her own.
   As I set about opening up my e-mail on her computer, I spoke, without
looking at her.  "Listen, Amy, I've got to tell you the truth...  I know my
step-sisters are dykes." That wasn't quite true - Maddie might have been
gay, but Ash only fucked other girls when ordered to - but Amy didn't know
that.
   I could hear the shock and the worry in her voice, with a fairly strong
undercurrent of humiliation.  "I...  I don't know what you mean."
   I glanced over my shoulder at her and smiled as I opened up the video
files I had e-mailed to myself.  "You don't need to lie to me, Amy.  I know
they're sluts....  Because they're my sluts." I hit play, and the sounds of
Madeline moaning and pleasure as Amy licked her pussy shot from the
computer's speakers.
   Amy went pale, and my smile widened.  I jumped the video around a bit,
making sure she knew that I had the whole affair captures - from different
angles, too.  Then I shut it off, and turned took a step towards Amy.
   "You know those pictures of you slutty it up on your webcam?  I gave
them those.  And now I have these videos of you being a good little dyke
bitch, too.  The twins work for me, Amy.  And, unless you want all of these
to go public, now you do, too."
   Amy glanced from the computer screen, to me, and then back to the
screen. For the briefest moment, I could swear I saw a smile flick across
her face, but then it was gone.  She dropped her gaze to the floor.  "I...
I understand.  I'll do anything you want, as long as you keep those
private. And don't send the girls after me, again..."
   "Good girl," I slowly undid my buckle, "let's see what you can do for
me, hm?"
   Amy didn't need much instruction.  Obediently, she dropped to her knees
in front of me, and reached up to tug down my pants and underwear.  My cock
was starting to swell, but hadn't grown hard yet.  She slowly began working
it with one hand, looking up at me.  "Like this?" she asked, and I nodded.
After a few moments of the gentle handjob, I told her to use her mouth,
too. She did, opening her mouth to take me between her lips.  She wasn't
exactly great at sucking cock.  She bobbed her head up and down a bit, but
never got more than a few inches into her mouth.  Mostly, she just
continued to jerk me off while bathing the tip of my cock with her tongue.
Still, I didn't want to push her too hard during out first session, so I
didn't force myself deeper into her throat.
   I did talk to her as she sucked, though, and made her answer around a
mouthful of dick.  "Are you a virgin?"
   "No."
   "How many guys?"
   "'Ust dwo of dem." Her words came muffled and slurred as she continued
to suck me...  `just two of them.'
   "And any girls besides the twins?"
   "No."
   "Good to know.  Alright, you're done down there for now.  Stand up and
strip."
   As she followed my order, I admired her.  It was, I think, her tits I
liked the best.  They weren't even quite as large as either Maddie's or
Ashley's, but the seemed huge in comparison to her compact frame.  As she
released them from the confines of her bra, I reached out to give one a
squeeze.  Amy gasped - it sounded like pure pleasure - and closed her eyes.
When she pulled her panties off, I could see moisture glistening on them.
The little slut was wet...  She was getting off on this more than any of
the girls I had dominated so far.
   "Here's the deal...  You're my slut, now.  You call me sir, and do
anything and everything that I tell you.  Be good, and I'll be easy on you.
You may even get rewarded.  Be bad...  Well, your parents might be getting
an interesting e-mail, to start with.  Understand?"
   "Yes, sir," she said, biting her lower lip.
   "You've had sex before...  Are you on the pill?"
   "Yes, sir." I could have been wrong, but there was a hint of something
in her voice...  Eagerness, maybe?
   "Good.  Lie down on your back."
   Amy complied, crawling onto her bed to lie down.  I pulled my shirt off
and kicked the pants that were at my feet out of the way and moved to
straddle her.  My cock, now hard and still wet from her mouth, rested on
her stomach, pointed between her breasts.
   "You're going to be my little whore, aren't you?"
   "Yes, sir," she replied.  "I'll be a good little whore for you."
   "Filthy girl," I spat at her, right between her breasts, then I moved
high enough to rest my cock between them.  As she reached up to hold her
breasts in place, squeezing them around my dick, I began thrusting.
   Her breasts felt amazing.  Warm and soft, they enveloped my cock.  She
held them tightly to me, occasionally pinching at her own nipples.  Then
she craned her neck up and opened her mouth, so that the tip of my cock
would just enter her at the deepest point of my thrust.
   I enjoyed this feeling, but didn't want to cum, yet.  I probably could
have, fucking her tits, I could cum and spray her face with my load...  But
I hadn't gotten to the good part, yet.  Still, I didn't quite want to stop
the tit-fucking so quickly.  So I tried to think about other things, to
distract myself from the pressure that would soon be building in my balls.
   I started thinking about school, just to distract me.  But that didn't
last long...  Because when I went back to school, I would have to see
Derek. And I could just picture his smug little face.  The bastard probably
thinks he has me beaten, thinks I wouldn't dare fuck with him.  The problem
was, right now, I couldn't.  He knew too much.  The little fuck.
   I didn't realize I was grinding my teeth until my jaw began to hurt.  I
had picked up the pace fucking Amy's tits, too, and she had squeezed her
eyes shut.  She was moaning like a whore, though.  "Ohhh, I love it when
you use me hard..."
   I bet she did, the little slut.  I hadn't thought about it before, but
one of the boys she had fucked in the past was probably Derek himself.  How
else would he have got all the pictures of her?  He's probably the one that
fucked her first, turned her into the slut she was now...  And then, when
he was bored of her, he threw her away, to me.  Not only did he get
involved in my business, start stealing my slaves, but he expected me to be
grateful for his sloppy seconds too?  Fuck that, and fuck him.  He wanted
to steal other people's sluts?  Two could play at that game.  I was going
to fuck Amy mindless until she forgot all about Derek fucking Hensel.
   I pulled myself off of Amy, and roughly spun her over, commanding her to
get on her hands and knees.  She did, waving her tight little ass in the
air.  I slapped it once, hard, making her jump in surprise, then guided my
cock to her pussy and forced myself into her in one strong thrust.
   Her pussy was wet, and sucked my cock in with ease.  As I bottomed out,
Amy let out a low moan, more animal than human, that sounded like pure,
depraved pleasure.  I began thrusting violently, pushing into her hard
enough to make the smack of my hips hitting her ass echo through the room.
   Amy kept moaning, kept telling me she loved being a dirty whore.
   Stupid slut!  I could imagine how it must have went...  I had seen Derek
have sex, I knew how mean, how violent, he got when he did.  She was
probably all pure and innocent the first time he had her...  But he broke
her.  He opened her up, made her his.  He made her love it, and now that
she was a loose, used-up slut, he pawned her off to me and acted like I
should thank him.  I would show him, I would show him that he wasn't that
good, he wasn't the limit to what a girl could experience.  He wanted to
make sex slaves?  I'd show him how it was done.
   Amy was still panting and crying out in pleasure.  I grabbed her long,
dark braid and pulled back, using it like a reign, craning her neck
painfully back as I pounded away at her cunt.  Still she was talking.  I
reached my other hand around her neck and held it there, choking her while
I fucked her.  Without air, she couldn't make sound, but I could feel her
throat working, as if she was still trying.  The dumb whore was still
trying to moan in pleasure, to tell me what a good slut she was?  Fuck
that. I began thrusting even harder.
   One particularly wild thrust pulled me out of her completely, and when I
thrust forward once more, I met far more resistance than I had before. 
Even through the choking, I could hear Amy cry out.  Pleasure?  Pain?  I
wasn't sure...  For a slut like this, it was probably the same thing.  I
was fucking her ass, with no lubricant but her pussy juice on my cock.
   I didn't slow down, though.
   Every now and then I would loosen my hands enough to let her gasp in
air. Her ass jiggled as my hips slapped against it, hard.  Her asshole was
tight, but not virginally so...  She probably played with it all the time,
probably let the other boys she was with fuck it just like this.  Every
time I let up on the grip of her throat, I could hear her trying to gasp
words "...ore...  ple...  o more..." The stupid whore was still begging for
more?
   I pulled out of her ass and released her throat entirely.  She collapsed
on the bed, heaving in air.  Her asshole was gaping open, and a small
puddle of her pussy juice was pooling beneath her battered cunt.  I didn't
let her rest, though.  I rolled her over onto her back, so her head was
hanging backwards off the side of the bed.  Her face was a mess.  At some
point, she must have been crying...  Black trails of mascara ran down her
cheeks.  If the shine on her lips and chin was any indication, she had been
drooling, too.
   I stood next to her, and guided my cock into her mouth forcefully.  I
thrust into her throat once, twice, three times before I felt it clench
down around my cock and felt saliva and bile fly out around my dick,
further marring her face as it dripped up her cheeks towards her eyes.  I
pounded her face like that a few more times, forcing her to taste her ass
on my cock, before pulling out.  I reached around to tilt her head up as I
pressed the base of my balls down on her lips, commanding her to stick out
her tongue.  I could feel her shaking underneath me, see heavy breath
making her chest rise and fall.  I moved my hips, grinding on her face,
forcing her to run her tongue from the base of my balls up to my asshole
and back again.
   The way I was treating this little whore was making my balls ache, I was
going to burst soon.  I knew what I would do.  I would pull myself off of
her face, so I could spray it with my load.  I would cover the little slut
with my cum, mark her as mine.  She liked being a whore?  Well, I would
make sure she knew she was my whore.  I was going to cum soonAnd then my
phone rang.
   I stopped thrusting, more surprised than anything.  For the first time,
I heard the sob that was accompanying every heave of Amy's chest.  She
wasn't breathing heavily.  She was crying.  I let her go, scrambled off of
her, reaching for my phone.  With her face clear, I could hear the words
she was still muttering, the ones she was saying when I was fucking her
ass. "Please no more...  please...  no more..."
   I stared at her, more in confusion than anything else.  This wasn't
right.  She was being a complete slut a few minutes ago...  She was
enjoying the treatment.  She was supposed to like it when I fucked her like
the dirty whore she had said she was.
   "Please...  please, no more..."
   I answered my phone.
   "Benny?" It was Sophie.  She sounded...  Worried.  Strained.  "I think I
need help."
   "Sophie, what's wrong?" My own voice hurt as I spoke, rasping as if I
had a sore throat.  I had been growling, I think, when fucking Amy.
   "I just need you to come home, ok?  I don't want to be alone right now."
   What the hell?  Amy's house wasn't that far from mine.  I could get home
in twenty minutes.  Less, if I ran.  I told her to stay put, as I pulled on
my clothing.
   When I hung up on Sophie, and pulled my shirt over my head, I looked
down at Amy.  She had begun propping herself up in bed.  She was still
crying, but it was quieter now, rather than heavy sobs.  She was wiping her
face with her hands, trying to clean off the mix of make-up, tears, drool,
and bile.
   "Too far...  That was too much..." she said quietly, not quite looking
at me.  "At first it was...  But you went too far..."
   I didn't know what to say.  "I'm sorry," I grunted.  "I have to go," and
I ran from her house.
   -Chapter 4I found Sophie in her bedroom.  She was sitting on her bed,
hugging her knees to her chest.  She looked like she had been crying.  She
was also, I noticed, wearing different clothing than she had been this
morning.
   "Soph?" I asked, tapping on her open door to get her attention.  "Is
everything ok?"
   She looked up at me and smiled, though it looked a bit strained.  "I'm
sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have called you.  It was nothing."
   "It didn't sound like nothing." I went over, and sat on the edge of her
bed.  "What's going on?"
   Just then, the house phone rang.  When it went off, she practically
jumped out of her skin.  It buzzed a few times, then fell silent.  I didn't
say anything.  I just looked at her, trying to give her time.
   "...He's been calling all afternoon," she finally said.
   "`He'?"
   "...Derek."
   Now that got my attention.  I sat up straight.  "What?  Why?"
   "It was part of my plan.  I went to see him...  His folks were home, so
I told them I was a friend from school, and that he had been helping me
with school work.  I told Derek that I had been dared to come see him by a
bunch of my friends...  I told him that we had all heard rumours about him,
and I had been dared to find out if they were true."
   "Rumours?" I asked, knowing perfectly well I wouldn't like the answer.
   "You know...  sex stuff."
   "Why?"
   "I needed to get into his room," she said.  Her voice sounded sad,
ashamed.  "I needed in his room for my plan.  And it worked, at first.  He
was nice and stuff.  Got me a snack.  Talked to me.  I think he was trying
to flirt, or something...  It all was going according to plan, but...  But
then..."
   I could see that Sophie was going to start crying again, so I scooted
further onto the bed, so I could hug her.  That's when I saw, laying on the
floor on the far side of the bed, the shirt she had been wearing when she
had left that morning.  Even from where I was, I could see that the collar
had been stretched, had been ripped...  As if someone had tried to pull it
off of her, violently.
   Sophie followed my gaze, and realizing what I was looking at, looked
away from me.  She looked embarrassed.
   "He didn't..." I began.  I couldn't finish the sentence.  I was too
angry.  Not with Sophie, understand.  But Derek...  I would fucking KILL
him!
   "No." she said, "He started.  I told him no, but he kept saying he could
show me all the stuff about the rumours, but I had to get naked.  He tried.
Finally, I told him that I would scream if he kept trying, and he let me
go. I took off, and came straight home.  He's been calling ever since.  And
I just...  I needed someone else here." She turned to me, and buried her
face in my chest once more.
   "Shh..." I said, "It's ok...  It's all ok..." Derek.  He went too far. I
had to do something.
   The house phone rang again.
   Before Sophie could stop me, I strode out to the hallway phone and
answered it.
   "Holiday?" Derek's voice sounded surprised.  "I wasn't expecting you."
   "Oh?  Who were you expecting?"
   "As if you don't know," I could hear the sneer in his voice.  "You sent
Sophie after me.  Why?"
   "I didn't send her," I said.
   "You think I believe her story about her friends daring her to come
over? Come on."
   "Leave her alone, Derek."
   "Hey, you got her involved, not me.  Remember that when the rumours
start spreading about how she threw herself at me, desperate for sex."
   I could feel my throat tighten.  I hated what I was about to do, but I
knew I had to.  "Please." I spat the word.
   Derek laughed, and I felt my face grow red hot.  Half humiliation, half
anger.  "Maybe I will, maybe I won't.  I'll tell you what, maybe if you get
her to apologize, I'll forget all about this.  But from now on, Legault is
mine.  I'm not sharing anymore.  You want to keep Sophie out of this, you
leave that fine piece of teacher ass to me."
   I didn't answer.  Well, I growled a little, but that was it.
   "I'll assume you understand.  You lose, Holiday." Derek hung up.
   I hung up slowly, too.  I turned, and found Sophie looking at me.  She
had one of the other handsets for the phone line.  She had been listening.
She was smiling, faintly.  "You didn't have to do that," she said.
   "Yes," I answered, "I did."
   "You'd really give up Miss Legault just to stop him from spreading
rumours about me?"
   "Rumours..." I started, then I sighed.  "You don't really know what high
school is like yet, Soph.  What he's threatening...  It's not just rumours.
Sure, more people won't believe him, but some will.  And they'll think
you're slutty, and they'll bother you.  And the more people bother you
about it, the more attention boys give you, the more other people will
start to wonder why it's happening.  And the more people will assume you
are a slut or something.  We're not talking about rumours that you'd have
to live with for a few weeks.  Someone like Derek could ruin your
reputation for your entire highschool life."
   She walked over to me, and kissed me softly on one cheek.  "It's never
going to happen, Benny.  We're going to stop him.  We're going to beat
him." She was more than smiling now.  She was positively beaming.
   "How do you plan to do that?" Looking at her, I couldn't help but smile,
too.  It was contagious.
   "I told you, before he got too handsy, everything was going according to
plan.  And between you and Derek, you two just told me how to finish it
off."
   I wanted more, but she wouldn't tell me.  She just kept smiling, telling
me it was a secret.  Eventually, I gave up, and let her keep her secrets.
Whatever they were, I was sure they would make for an interesting next few
days.
   -Chapter 5Day Three.
   Saturday.  The day before Easter.  I had spent the day before
practically raping a slut.  My would-be blackmailing business was being
usurped.  My step-sister, who I had promised to protect, was being
threatened.  And what was I stuck doing?
   Family movie time.
   It happened every year.  One of the movie theatres in my town would air,
on the day before Easter, an Easter-related movie and, rather than charge
admission, just ask for a donation to the foodbank.  Afterwards, they would
give out chocolate and stuff, and sometimes bigger prizes.  It was,
apparently, always hugely successful, both for the theatre and the
foodbank. At least, the place was always crowded.
   Richard always took us.  Not cheaply, either.  When other people brought
cans of soup and stuff, Richard always went all out.  He must have given
close to a hundred bucks on non-perishable food, just to get the six of us
- him, mom, me, Sophie, and the twins - into the theatre.
   This year, the movie was Hop.  It was cute and all, and kind of funny. I
had seen it before, though, so I wasn't exactly thrilled to be going.  I
had complained to Sophie about it in the morning, but she had seemed
distracted.  I had seen her bedroom light on late into the night, and when
I walked by once, I could hear her clattering on her keyboard.  When I had
asked her in the morning what she had been doing, she just winked at me. 
"Making small sacrifices," she had said, "for the greater good." Since
then, she had been distracted, and kept telling me that things were going
perfectly.
   Anyways, I decided to make the most of the situation.  Maybe I had to
sit through a movie I had already seen in a crowded theatre...  But so did
the others.  And that meant that some fun could be had.
   Which is why, come the opening credits, I reached into my pocket and
pressed a button on a small remote control.  I saw Ashley jump, ever so
slightly, as the vibrator resting in her pussy turned on.
   I had been true to my word to Madeline.  She had time off, so I didn't
do anything to her for the movie.  Ashley, on the other hand, was going to
be a source of amusement for me.  I had selected a remote-controlled
vibrating eggs from the collection of sex toys the twins had bought on my
command over the last few months and, before we set out, got Ashley to work
it deep into her own cunt.  I also had her wear a tight thong and, just for
fun, wedged the front of it between her pussy lips, like a thin cord.  As
we walked, I could see the discomfort she was in, but I had commanded her
to leave them like that, and she obeyed.
   Now that we were sitting, I activated the vibrator.  Madeline had taken
pity on her sister, and made sure to sit between Ashley and the adults, so
they didn't notice when she jumped and glared at me.  I just smiled and
turned the vibrator up a step.
   Soon, Ashley was fidgeting in her seat and biting her lip, trying to
ignore what had to be a growing sensation in her groin.  Every now and
then, I would turn the vibrator off, and let her settle for a few minutes,
only to turn it back on, on a higher setting.  It took about half an hour
of this treatment before I saw the tell-tale signs that Ashley was getting
pushed over the edge.  She clutched at her armrests with both hands, and
leaned her head back against her seat.  She kept herself from outright
moaning, but a small whimper of pleasure leaked between her lips.  Her
whole body shuddered, then relaxed, as she came.  I could see the blush
rising in her face as she breathed, recovering from the orgasm that had
rocked her body in public, not three feet from her father.
   As I was sitting there, smiling and still fiddling with the remote, I
saw her.  Amy was walking up the dark aisle of the theatre, heading out
towards the lobby.  She didn't notice me.  I handed the remote over to
Sophie.  "Cover for me," I said, and followed Amy out.
   I caught up to her in the lobby, heading towards the snack counter.  She
seemed a bit nervous as I got her attention.
   "Listen, Amy...  I wanted to say I'm sorry about yesterday." As I spoke,
she dropped her eyes to the floor.  "I was rougher than I should have been.
When I started...  Well, I thought you liked it.  I'm sorry."
   "It's ok," she said at last.  "Truth is, I did, kind of, at first..."
She blushed as she spoke.
   "You like sex, don't you?" I asked her.  "You like being dominated?"
   She nodded, ever so slightly.  "I know I shouldn't.  It's bad.  I don't
want to want sex...  So when people...  When you don't give me a choice, I
don't have to feel so guilty."
   I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.  This girl liked being
dominated, so she could have sex without feeling guilty about it?  She was
almost as messed up as I was.  "Well, that's good." I said, "Because you're
still mine.  I won't be so rough on you anymore...  as long as you behave."
   She actually smiled.  "I promise...  Sir."
   I glanced around.  The lobby was fairly empty.  Aside from the special
Easter showing, most movies wouldn't start running for a few more hours. 
"You know," I said, "since you're here and all, I never did get to cum last
time..." I nodded towards a handicap washroom.
   Amy let me lead her to it and, with one last glance around to make sure
no one was watching, we both went in.  I put down the lid of the toilet and
sat, undoing my pants' button and fly to pull my cock out.  At my
instruction, Amy knelt down in front of me.
   "Beg me for it," I ordered.
   "Please, sir," she looked up at me, her dark eyes shining, "I was a
naughty slut and didn't make you cum last time.  Please let me suck your
dick, please let me make you cum." I nodded, and she set to work.
   I stand by what I said, she wasn't that good a cock sucker.  This time,
she moved her head a bit more, and managed to get a bit more depth.  Still,
she couldn't get all of my cock into her mouth, and she often scrapped it
with her teeth by accident.  She made up for her lack of skill with
enthusiasm, though.  Maybe she wanted to do a good job, so I wouldn't be
rough on her.  Or maybe she actually enjoyed being dominated as much as she
claimed.  Either way, she worked my cock with a gusto.
   Her best asset was her tongue.  It moved, strong and flexible, bathing
my cock both inside and outside of her mouth.  She would flick it across
the tip forcefully, and then work it along the vein on the underside of my
shaft.  When she took me as deeply as she could in her mouth, she would
reach out with her tongue, pressed flat against my cock, trying to reach as
far with it as she could, or she would swirl it back and forth around my
cockhead.
   I moaned in pleasure, and encouraged her to keep going, and she did.  At
one point, she pulled my cock out of her mouth entirely and, using one hand
to keep it out of the way and slowly stroke it, lowered her face to my
balls.  She used her agile tongue there, bathing both my balls with it and
even licking at the base of them, where I had forced her to the night
before.
   The truth was, I was pretty blue balled after last night, and the
humiliating domination of Ashley in the theatre had only made me more eager
to cum.  I didn't last long.  With a moan of pleasure, I warned Amy that I
was going to cum.  She wrapped her lips back around the head of my cock and
bobbed up and down a few inches there, while using her hand to stroke the
part of my shaft her mouth couldn't reach.
   "Here it comes, you good little whore..." I leaned my head back and let
loose.  I blasted my cum straight to the back of her mouth, and she kept
sucking, swallowing down everything I gave her.  Even after my last burst
has subsided, she kept bobbing her head up and down on my cock, only
slowing when I told her that she could.
   She sat up with a smack, and honest to god, she actually licked her
lips.
   I told her she did good, and she smiled.  She seemed genuinely pleased
as she stood up, adjusted her clothing, and headed for the door.  I stopped
her with a hand on her shoulder before she could get there, though.  She
turned to look at me, somewhat confused, and I smiled and gently pushed her
against the wall.
   "I'm not done with you, yet," I said.  I placed one hand on her flat
stomach, under her shirt.  She jumped a little at the touch.  Her skin was
smooth, and warm to the touch.  "You were a good girl just now, and good
girls get rewards." I slide my hand down.
   She wasn't wearing a belt, and while her jeans fit her, the waistband
was loose enough for me to slide my hand underneath it.  I could feel a
pattern of lace on her underwear as I worked my fingers beneath that, too.
She closed her eyes as my fingertips brushed the lips of her pussy, and
moans softly, biting her lower lip.  I could feel the wetness there, and I
grinned, wider.
   Holding her in place against the wall, I began to work my fingers up and
down along her pussy.  She leaned back, breathing heavily.  I used my free
hand to reach down and unbutton her pants, and she eagerly tugged them
partway down her legs, letting me get more motion with my hand.  I began
working my middle and ring finger into her, thrusting them in and out.  I
moved slowly at first, but soon picked up speed.  Amy moaned, and wiggled
against the wall, and I used my free hand to hold her in place, taking the
opportunity to squeeze her breasts through her shirt as I did.
   When my fingers were nice and wet with her juices, I began to twist them
as I thrust as well, and occasionally curled them inside her.  I found the
little rough patch that marked her G-spot, and made sure to put pressure on
it every time I slide past it.  By then, she was moaning enough that I
moved my free hand from her tits to her mouth, clamping it over her lips to
keep her silent.
   Her eyes opened, and she stared at me as I fucked her with my hand. 
They widened, and I could feel the vibrations of a moan of pleasure on my
palm.  Then her eyes closed again, and she bucked against me, cumming to my
fingers.
   I slowed, pushing in and out of her a few more times, before gently
removing my fingers entirely.  She grabbed me by the wrist and brought my
hand up to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the two fingers that were
fresh from her cunt.  She bathed them with her tongue, bobbing her head up
and down on them just like she had on my cock, before releasing them.
   "You might just be one of the best slaves I have, slut," I said,
smiling.
   "Not that I have a choice, sir," she responded.
   "You're right," I said.  If she felt better playing it that way, I could
oblige her.  "You keep being a good slut like that, and you'll be rewarded.
But if you don't keep doing what I want, you'll be punished..."
   "Yes, sir." Amy fixed her cothing, doing back up her pants.  She
hesitated for a moment, before asking, "Sir, if I am very good, may I ask a
favour?"
   "You can ask, but I can't promise you'll get it." She wanted a favour?
This would be interesting.
   "Ashley and Madeline...  They were...  They were pretty mean, on
Thursday.  What they did to me was humiliating..."
   "So?  You want me to not make you fuck them anymore?"
   Her eyes flashed with something, something both lustful and angry all at
once.  "No.  I want to get payback.  Sometime, if I'm good and they're not,
can I punish them?"
   Once again, I found myself having to stop myself from laughing.  Amy was
a fucked up little slut.  But she was a hot, eager, fucked up little slut,
so I was fine with it.  I pretended to think for a moment, before speaking.
"Your dog, the one that you let lick your cunt?  You ever let it fuck you?"
   She seemed confused, "No, sir."
   I grinned.  "Maybe I'll bring the twins by some day, and you and I can
see if he wants to learn on them..."
   Her face broke into a surprisingly child-like smile.  "Oh, yes sir, that
would be amazing." With my permission, she opened the door slowly, checking
to make sure no one was watching, before sneaking out.  I followed a moment
later.
   We had been gone for some time, maybe ten or fifteen minutes.  If my
family had noticed, they would probably be worried...  Amy must have felt
the same way, because she rushed back to the theatre, with only one last
smile over her shoulder at me.
   I was debating whether I should pick up something at the snack counter,
so I could explain my absence, when I noticed that Sophie was already
there. She hadn't seen me yet; she was leaning on the counter, clearly
waiting for some service, though there was no one there, apparently.
   I walked up behind her and nudged her gently.  "Hey, you." She turned.
She was practically beaming at me.  "Weren't you supposed to be taking care
of Ashley for me?"
   "Forget her for a moment," she said.  I could hear the excitement in her
voice.  She glanced around and, once she was satisfied that there was no
one watching, she leaned forward to give me a quick kiss on the lips.  My
whole body tingled when she did.
   "What was that for?" I asked.
   "After you followed Amy out to fuck her - oh, don't look at me like
that, I know that's what you were going to do, it's ok.  Anyways, after you
followed her out, I noticed someone else was here, in the theatre."
   "Who?" I asked, hesitantly.  I knew what the answer would be.
   "Hensel."
   Just hearing Sophie say his name made me angry.  He didn't deserve
someone like Sophie even noticing him, much less talking about him.  "Are
you ok?"
   She looked at me, confused for a moment, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine.  Don't
worry.  I had asked him online last night to come."
   "What?  Why?  Why is seeing Hensel a good thing?"
   She winked at me, grinning.  "My plan?  It's almost complete."
   -Chapter 6She wouldn't tell me much more, after that.  I love Sophie
with all my heart, but sometimes she can be an annoying little brat.  I
mean that in the best possible way, mind you.
   What she did tell me let me guess a bit about her plan.  She told me she
needed Ashley for the rest of the day.  The twins had driven to the movie
theater separately from the rest of us - they were planning on going out,
afterwards.  Oh well, they'd just have to change their plans.  I made sure
Ashley knew to go with Sophie wherever she wanted, and do whatever she
wanted.
   In a brief, serious moment, she also told me that for her plan to work,
she might have to go further with Derek than she wanted to.  Mostly, it
would be Ashley doing the work, but Sophie might have to do something to
convince Derek to trust her.  She wouldn't let him touch her, but she might
have to let him see more of her than she would normally like.  She might
have to get a little naked or something...  She didn't want to do it
without me saying it was alright.
   What was I supposed to do?  I didn't want Derek anywhere near Sophie,
let alone see her naked.  I tried to convince her that it shouldn't be
necessary for her plan, but she insisted that it might be.  In the end, I
relented.  All bitchiness aside, I thought Ashley would keep Soph
relatively safe...  Besides, Sophie has a way of convincing me of things.
After we finish talking, I find myself agreeing with her, even if I don't
remember exactly why.
   Anyways she won out, one way or another.  And when the movie was done
(neither my mom nor Richard seemed to notice, or much care, how long Sophie
and I had been out of the theatre for), Sophie and Ash went to one car
while the rest of us went to another.  Ashley, moving begrudgingly and not
without obvious worry for what she was about to be made to do.  Sophie,
bouncing excitedly about her plan.  And me, settling in for a long wait of
paranoid hypotheticals and concerns.
   ***
   My worried vigilance lasted the rest of the afternoon, and well into
evening.  Ashley called home at one point to say that she and Sophie were
having fun shopping, and she was going to take Soph out to supper, so we
shouldn't expect them for a while.  After that, there was nothing.
   They finally got home close to ten that night.  I wanted to rush over to
Sophie and talk to her right away, but the others got in the way.  Richard
and mom had to talk to them about their afternoon, if they bought anything,
where they went for supper.  Sophie did most of the talking.  At one point,
I met Ashley's gaze, and Ash gave me a slight nod.  I wasn't sure what that
was supposed to mean, though.
   After talking, everyone was sent to bed on my mother's orders.  While
brushing my teeth, I could hear Sophie clacking away on her computer again.
I was going to wait for her in the bathroom, but then the twins came in,
giggling about something, though they stifled it when they saw me.  I
wasn't in the mood to deal with them right then, so I went back to my room.
   I didn't bother trying to sleep, though.  I laid on my bed, and waited.
The hallway lights turned off, and I waited some more.  It was almost half
an hour later when my door opened softly.
   Before I even had time to sit up, Sophie threw herself into my bed on
top of me and pressed her lips to mine in a frantic kiss.  I instinctively
wrapped my arms around her, and opened my lips to allow her probing tongue
into my mouth to intertwine with mine.  After a moment of this, she broke
the kiss and, in a flash of raw lust I rarely saw in her, muttered in my
ear.
   "God damn, I am so fucking horny right now."
   I laughed, and gently pushed her off of me.  "I can take care of that in
a moment...  But first, you have got to tell me what happened."
   "Nu uh," she answered.  She reached down and slowly traced her
fingertips along the sides of my--hard and straining against my pants,
after that kiss--cock.  "You don't get answers until I get off."
   I sighed, more in teasing than actual disappointment.  Hey, after all of
the times she got me off and didn't ask anything in return, who was I to
complain?
   I gently pushed up her shirt, so it bunched just above her nipples, then
kissed her pale skin directly between her small breasts.  I moved my face
lower, leaving a line of kisses down her smooth stomach, stopping just
above the waistband of the pink pyjama pants she wore.  I gently eased them
down and off of her, along with the white panties she wore beneath them. 
Her pussy was completely hairless, with pink puffy lips.  It was, without a
doubt, the cutest pussy I'd ever seen.  And yet, it managed to also be the
sexiest.
   I didn't go down on girls, that often.  When most of the girls you fuck
are your sex slaves, blackmailed into demeaning themselves for your sexual
gratification, you don't direct a lot of foreplay their way.  But I enjoyed
making Sophie squirm in pleasure, and I enjoyed the taste of her.
   I kissed up and down her pussy lips for a bit, before slowly running my
tongue between them.  Sophie moaned in soft pleasure.  I began flicking my
tongue in and out of her, curling it inside of her.  She pushed her feet
into my bed, raising her hips off of it, pushing herself harder onto me.  I
obliged her by going deeper, lapping at her cunt with all the speed and
force I could muster.
   "Oh, yes," she hissed, "Benny, keep going, that feels so good...."
   I placed one hand below her, on her ass, to support her.  I could feel
her wiggling and squirming in pleasure.  After a moment of consideration, I
let one of my fingers slide between her tiny ass cheeks.  As far as I knew,
Sophie had never done anything anally before.  Certainly not with me.  I
wasn't about to surprise her with it, but I did slowly begin to rub her
asshole gently with the tip of my finger as I ate her pussy.
   "That's..." she moaned from above me, "that's...  new."
   "Bad new?" I asked, briefly breaking from working her pussy while I
continued to rub her asshole.
   "I didn't say that..." she answered, smiling.  "Don't stop."
   I went back to work, thrusting my tongue in and out of her while I
rubbed her asshole.  It didn't take much longer for the double-treatment to
push her over the edge and, grinding her pussy up into me, she came; She
held a pillow over her own face as she did, using it to muffle her cries of
pleasure as she did.
   As I sat up, smiling, she dropped the pillow away from her, and laid
there for a moment, breathing heavily.
   "Tell me now?" I asked after a moment.  And she did.
   "Well, to make sure Derek wouldn't come after us, we needed something on
him worse than what he knew about us, right?  So when I went to see him on
Friday, I was trying to find that.  When he left me alone for a bit, I got
on his computer, but he came back before I could do anything about what I
found.  And then...  Well, you know what happened next.  But once I knew
that he wanted to...  to fuck me, it gave me an idea." She dug into her
pyjama pants, still bundled at the foot of my bed, and pulled her cellphone
out of the pocket.  "So, I talked to him online last night, and again at
the movie theatre, about that...  `apology' he told you he wanted from me."
   She tapped at her phone screen a few times, and it started playing a
recording.  Even without any context, it was pretty clear what was going
on. Derek was flirting with Sophie.  I opened my mouth, but Sophie shushed
me.  As the recording continued, I realized what she was working towards.
In the course of the recording, three things happened.  First, Sophie
referred to Derek by his entire name, and, second, Derek did the same to
her.  Third, Derek's language grew more and more...  direct.  Before long,
he was outright propositioning her for sex.  Sophie played her part well.
She never turned him down, but she also never said enough to make it sound
like she was interested in sex.  When she didn't give in, he asked her
again, sounding more eager, more...  desperate.
   "I'm thirteen," she said when the recording had stopped.  "Think about
his reputation...  So desperate, he's practically begging a thirteen year
old for sex."
   I smiled, but I couldn't help feel disappointed.  She had seemed to
certain in her plan.  "It's great, Soph...  I just don't know if it's
enough."
   "That's just the first part, Benny.  Trust me, the second is better."
She must have been chilly, half naked, because she squirmed under my
blankets, using them to cover her exposed legs.  She didn't even glance at
her pyjama bottoms, though.  "I took Ashley to see him after the movie."
   "I know," I said.  I did little to disguise my annoyance at that fact.
   She rolled her eyes at me before continuing.  "We told his parents that
Ashley was a volunteer tutor, helping us both.  I told him that I was there
to apologize, and Ash was going to show exactly how sorry we both were, but
we had to wait until his parents were gone...  They work evenings, see? 
Anyways, I think he didn't believe us, at first.  We had to prove to him we
weren't sneaking any cameras into his room, trying to catch him naked or
something...  But once he was convinced, he brought us up to his room, and
when his parents left, I gave him Ashley." She hesitated here for a minute
here, her eyes going slightly out of focus, like she was focussing on a
memory.  "It was...  He was intense.  Harder on her than I've ever seen
you. He fucked her ass, first, and only let her suck his cock to lube it up
after she begged him.  He came in her ass, but made her suck him hard again
so he could fuck her cunt...  Then he sprayed his cum all over her face,
and spat on her, and called her names.  Then, even though his cock was soft
and he had cum twice, he made her lie on her back and suck on his balls
while he finger fucked her with four whole fingers in her cunt and two in
her ass.  It was brutal."
   "Why are you telling me this, Soph?" I was angry.  I didn't like to
admit it, but the thought of Ash being dominated like that...  My cock was
hard.  Both the twins were always bitches, but Ash was worse, and I liked
seeing her treated rough.  I also couldn't help but notice the similarities
between what Sophie was describing and what I had done to Amy the day
before.  I didn't want to like anything Derek did, certainly didn't want to
be like Derek, so I was annoyed at myself for finding the idea hot.  And
annoyed at Soph for going into detail.
   "I just...  Look, it needed to be done, and Ash did it.  You should take
it easy on her for a while, ok?"
   "Fine.  But why did it need to be done?"
   She looked at me like I was a child, having trouble understanding that
two and two made four.  "To put him at ease.  To make him think she was
broken enough to do whatever he wanted, and that I would allow it."
   I loved her.  I loved Soph.  I kept telling myself that to keep from
shaking her for the answer.  "So what?"
   "So I had been on his computer, remember?  I don't think the moron had
done anything to ever hide his internet history.  He wasn't a dom, like
you. He's a switch!"
   I blinked, and just stared at her for a moment.  "What?"
   "A switch," she said, brightly, "Someone who liked taking turns being
dominant and submissive-"
   "I know what it means," I said, "I just didn't expect it from him."
   "I know, right?  But it gets better.  One of his favourite websites? 
It's all about guys getting dominated by girls.  They insult them and
torture them...  And fuck them with strap-ons.  And guess what Derek owns?"
   "You're joking." I could feel the laughter bubbling in my throat.
   "It has got to be at least 10-inches long...  And after he got his rocks
off destroying Ashley, he wanted nothing more than for someone to tell him
he'd been naughty and punish him."
   "You didn't..."
   She laughed.  "I thought about it.  But I thought, after what she had
just gone through, Ash might enjoy it more.  He laid some ground rules
about what she was and was not to do, but then let her loose.  You should
have seen her fuck his ass.  I think she's practiced with a strap-on
before." Which was, in fact, true.  I had made her and Maddie take turns on
each other with one before.
   My smile faltered, a little.  "That's great, Soph, but it doesn't help
us.  You said he made sure you didn't have any cameras.  You have no
evidence.  We could spread rumours, sure, but how can we be sure they'll
take off?  He'll just counter with rumours of his own, and say you're
making it up because you were angry when he turned you down for sex.  It'll
be your word against his.  Some might believe you, sure, but others will
believe him." I didn't want to say it, but a lot more would believe him.
   As I spoke, Sophie stood and went over to my computer.  Rather than sit,
she bent forward to type on it...  Since she still wasn't wearing any
pants, my continued arguments died on my tongue as blood rushed from my
brain to...  somewhere else.
   "I told you, I had been on his computer the day before.  He has fast
internet.  Downloading and installing a program barely took a minute while
he was in the kitchen making me a snack."
   "...What program?"
   "A webcam worm, that left his camera recording and let me access it from
anywhere with the right password." She stood.  "I didn't need cameras. 
Derek gave me his."
   And sure enough, playing on my computer, was a video of Derek Hensel. 
The volume was off, so I couldn't hear what he was saying...  but it sure
looked like the word "more" over and over again.  He was on all fours, his
cock hard and swinging below him, and his face looked like he was in pure
ecstasy.  And behind him, thrusting with enough force that on her pull
backs you could see the black shaft of the strap-on, shining with ooze, was
the slim torso of a girl fucking his ass.  Her head was out of the shot,
but I had seen Ashley's naked body enough to recognize it.
   Sophie was smiling.  "We own him."
   I stood from my bed, caught Sophie around the waist and lifted her into
the air, kissing her as deeply as I could.  With a hand on either side of
my face, she returned the kiss.
   My clock beeped, once.  It was midnight.
   "You know," Sophie said softly when we broke the kiss.  "It's Easter
now. They say it's a time of renewal and stuff...  And it came from a
fertility festival."
   "Well then, we'd better celebrate it properly," I answered, laying her
on my bed.
   And boy, did we celebrate.
   -Chapter 7Day Four.  Or, I suppose, Day One of not being totally
screwed.
   Sophie slept in my room that night, and we had to wake early to make
sure she snuck back to hers before anyone else got up.  The last thing I
needed was my mom bursting through my door to greet me with sunshine and
chocolate, only to find Sophie still naked in my arms.
   I called Derek in the morning.  I told him what I had, warned him that I
would make sure everyone knew how much he liked being "taught a lesson" if
he kept messing with me.  At first I don't think he believed me, but once I
e-mailed him a screenshot of the movie, he admitted defeat.  He promised to
leave me, my step-sisters, and any other girl I might have alone from then
on.  Actually, on the whole, he took his defeat better than I had expected
him to.  Maybe it was his partially submissive nature, I don't know.  He
seemed to think the whole thing was a game and, win or lose, he had fun
playing.
   He did warn me to be careful, though.  He said it was a dangerous game
we were playing, one that could ruin lives.  It's all fun when we're in
charge, but if things go wrong, they go wrong badly.  "And keep an eye on
Sophie," he said.  "I know it was her plan, and not yours.  She's clever.
She screwed me over pretty well...  Imagine what she could do to you if she
wanted."
   I hung up.  What did he know, anyways?
   I called Miss Legault, to tell her she was back to being mine and mine
alone.  She seemed grateful.  "He was a dark boy," she said, "and he liked
dark things." I'm not sure what that made me.
   I even managed to get Ashley alone for a few minutes.  When I did, she
seemed worried.  She probably thought I wanted a quick blowjob or
something. All I did, though, was thank her for helping with Derek, and
tell her that I would give her the same time off that Maddie had.  She
seemed taken aback, by that.  "No problem," she grunted, "I got to teach
him a lesson, in the end." Was there a bit of a threat, there?  Maybe, but
I let it slide.  This time.
   I spent a lot of time with Sophie, that day.  We couldn't do much... 
Too much enforced family time.  But I made sure to sit next to her, when I
could, and brush against her gently, passing my hand over hers, when we
walked by one another.  In the evening, when we were all sitting in the
living room, watching television, I caught her eyeing the twins.  Then she
glanced at Richard and mom, and something strange flashed over her face.  A
hint of something dark...  Anger?  But it was mixed with something else. 
Anticipation, or hopefulness, or something.  It was only there for a
second, though, then she saw me watching and, winking at me with a smile,
went back to watching the television.
   What Derek had said echoed in my head.  Sophie was clever.  Way cleverer
than me, I had no doubt.  And there was a dark place in her, I knew.  I had
seen it come out, the first time she fucked Ashley.  And she was a lot more
open about things like sex and my sex slaves in the last few months than
she had been at first.
   If Sophie did decide to turn on me, given what she knew, given what she
was capable of...  Could I do anything about it?
   But even as I thought that, I remembered the kiss we had shared the
night before, after she showed me her solution to the Hensel problem.  Not
the sex, not the joy of winning, just the kiss.  I remembered the pure
electricity that coursed through my body when our lips touched.  How her
body relaxed in my arms.  How she smiled, her face glowing with a serene...
contentedness, a sense of peace and happiness.
   Could she screw me over?  Definitely.  I wasn't worried, though.  Since
my mother had married her father, it had always been Sophie and I, together
against the world.  I loved her more than I loved anyone else...  As a
sister, as a friend, and as a lover.  And I was sure, in that moment of our
kiss, that she felt the same as me.
   She would never turn on me, just as I would never turn on her.  We would
always have each other.
  
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