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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

 

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All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

 

Slave Sister Part Eleven

"Vicki's Punishment"

By Norm DePloom

 

lease 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.