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Please Rick, no, I pleaded as I got into his car.
I’ll cooperate with you when we make the tape, I’ll hand deliver it to her, I’ll even hang around while she watches it; but I can’t have her in the room when we do it.
Why is that? he asked.
She’s my sister! I exclaimed.
It’s gross enough that now she knows about the things you’ve done to me, and I don’t even want to think about what happened back in the diner. Christ, I think today was literally the first time we’ve ever even discussed sex.
Funny, Rick commented,
I never would have guessed based on how you shoved your tongue down her throat.
She shoved her tongue down mine, I corrected him.
Ah, my mistake, Rick laughed.
Was she also the one who came while a diner full of strangers watched?
Forced to remember what I had done, I hung my head in shame. I couldn’t believe how low I had sunk. I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed it. I couldn’t believe that no matter how disgusted I was with myself, I didn’t want it to end.
Sitting in silence, I wanted Rick to say something. I hated being left alone with my thoughts; thoughts that made it increasingly difficult to pretend that this was all rape. Not in the habit of reducing my pain, though, Rick simply drove in silence; giving me ample time to torment myself.
Ricked pulled up in front of a small house. Parking the car, he got out and waved at Rachael, who had been following us. Taking a deep breath, I exited the vehicle and followed Rick inside.
He led me into his living room and instructed for me to sit on the couch. As I obeyed, Rachael took a seat next to me, with Rick sitting in a chair opposite the coffee table. As they stared at me with examining eyes, I looked around.
Rick’s place was small, but not tiny. Nearly devoid of any decoration, it was clearly the abode of a single man. While I wouldn’t call it dirty, it was certainly a bit on the messy side – though random objects were carelessly left without a proper place, I didn’t feel like I needed a tetanus shot to sit down.
She’s too messy, Rick observed.
I want her enthusiastic and happy for this, especially if you’re planning to show it off.
Good point, Rachael agreed.
Could we also make her look a bit more whorish? Right now she looks like just some random girl, it doesn’t really mesh with the
sex fiend image that I think you’re going for.
I’d like that, Rick remarked,
though I don’t exactly have a closet full of women’s clothing. I do have scissors, though, if you’d like to make some quick alterations to what she’s wearing.
That could do work, Rachael stated.
I’ve got some makeup to fix her up as well.
I’ll grab the scissors, Rick said as he rose, before turning his attention to me.
Sara, give your sister your clothes. I expect you to obey her as you would me until I return.
Outnumbered and on his turf, I had no choice but to comply. As Rick left the room I took off my shirt and handed it to Rachael. Removing my pants, I saw her eyes grow wide. Looking down, I understood why – my panties were soaked, where they were once opaque white cotton they were now practically transparent.
I hope you’re not planning to sit back down with those on, Rachael warned.
Frankly, you shouldn’t even have them anymore. It seems to me that if a man can make your panties that wet, you ought to offer them to him as a trophy.
Please Rachael, I pleaded.
He’s not in the room. You’re my sister; you need to stop helping him violate me.
I may be your sister, she sneered,
but until he gets back I’m your fucking owner. I don’t want to disappoint him; maybe if you were as diligent in your duties you wouldn’t find yourself in this mess. If you don’t want to see how willing I am to abuse the fuck out of you, sister or not, you’d better remove the panties and offer them to him when he gets back.
Sobbing, I slid my panties down and gathered them in my hand. Now naked except for my bra and the sex toy strapped crudely to my crotch, I felt extremely vulnerable. Rachael’s obvious stares only intensified this feeling. I wanted to tell her to stop, that it was inappropriate to look at her sister like that, but given the situation it seemed pointless.
Rick returned with the scissors and handed them to my sister. Remembering Rachael’s instructions, I offered him my panties. Smiling, he glanced at Rachael knowingly.
What’s this? he asked, feigning ignorance.
A trophy, I mumbled in shame.
Aww, how sweet, he laughed.
Tell me, what have I done to earn such a trophy?
I wanted to give a short answer in the hopes of quickly ending this conversation. Rachael seemed to have guessed that, and shot me a warning glance, as if to remind me that my answer had better be good. I didn’t want to provoke her, and giving Rick a brief answer was unlikely to make him stop embarrassing me anyway.
You made my cunt so wet that I soaked through my panties, I whimpered.
When a man does that, he deserves a trophy. Please accept my panties as proof of your conquest.
Good answer, he acknowledged,
but I can’t take all the credit here. I merely set the situation up; it was your sister that ultimately pushed you over the edge. I think she deserves the trophy, not me.
Mortified by the thought but without alternative, I offered my panties to Rachael. Rachael looked at me with disgust for a second before accepting them, but held them at arm’s length. I hoped that she would put them down, but she didn’t seem interested in letting it go so quickly.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with these? she laughed at me.
I’m certainly not going to wear them, not after you’ve defiled them like this. Wait, I know – open your mouth, bitch.
As I opened my mouth, Rachael wadded my panties into a ball. Carefully examining them, she manipulated the fabric so that the inside of the crotch was facing out. Once satisfied, she stuffed them into my mouth and took a seat.
Keep those in there until you’re told you may remove them, she ordered.
You can occupy yourself by sucking the cunt cream out of them.
Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any to discuss some of the ground rules, Rick announced.
As you know, Sara, you’re about to star in your very own pornographic video. Both your sister and I have plans for showing off this video, so it’s critical that you deliver a performance that will work with the ideas we’re trying to convey. Do you understand?
Unable to speak, I simply nodded my head in acceptance.
Good girl, he praised.
So, first rule: you will not identify either your sister or myself at any point. Both of us have reputations to protect, and we can’t be seen as the type of people who would stoop so low as to fuck a disgusting whore such as yourself. Do not refer to either of us by name, or give any indication that you know who we are.
The second rule, he continued,
also concerns identity – this time yours. You will identify yourself by your full name on tape, and will not attempt to conceal your identity in any way throughout the shooting. In the finished product, there should be absolutely no doubt in the viewer’s mind that it’s definitely you getting your asshole reamed. Understood?
I nodded again.
Finally, I want you to demonstrate enthusiasm. I want you desperate for cock, not reluctantly accepting it. Grovel for it, beg for it, spare yourself no dignity. In other words, quit pretending you’re being raped – you’re not fooling anyone, anyway.
Laughing at his comment, Rachael put the final touches on my shirt. She had slashed away the bottom so that it would only come down to a couple inches below my breasts, and given it a plunging neckline to show my cleavage. She held the altered clothing up for Rick’s approval.
Not ideal, he critiqued,
but I suppose it will do the job. Get her dressed and made up. The bathroom is down the hall.
Rachael escorted me to Rick’s bathroom, carrying me newly altered clothes in one hand and her purse in the other. Entering the bathroom, she stood me in front of the mirror and removed the panties from my mouth.
I could see what Rick meant when he said that I was too messy. My face was sticky with a mixture of tears, saliva, and cum. Grabbing a washcloth and holding it under the sink, Rachael prepared to correct this.
Try to relax, she encouraged.
You don’t have a choice in this, so you may as well enjoy it.
Why are you helping him? I sobbed.
Are you really that mad about what happened in high school?
I’m still a little irritated, she admitted.
High school could have been fun without you cock-blocking me every chance you got. To answer your question, though, I’m not just helping him – I’m helping you. You’ve always been so obsessed with being so proper. I think a nice, hard ass-fucking could do you a world of good. It sounds like you enjoy it, anyway. Did you really cum twice?
Yes, I confessed.
I don’t know what happened. Have you ever had anal sex?
Oh god, no, she laughed.
Sara, I know you think I’m a little loose, but I’m not a slut. Only sluts take it in the ass.
Rachael finished cleaning me up and applied the makeup. She did good work. Not only did I no longer look miserable, I really looked like a whore. As I marveled at her work, she stripped off my bra and removed the vibrator. Handing me the clothes, she instructed me to put them on.
Calling them clothes would be a bit of a stretch. I owned swimsuits that exposed less skin than my shirt and pants now did. Rachael, however, apparently didn’t think that she had gone far enough. Picking up her lipstick, she wrote the word
WHORE across my chest in bright, red letters. It might have just been my imagination, but it felt like she used the opportunity to cop a feel.
There, she stated,
now you look the part. I need you to act the part, too. I want to see you cum hard, Sara. I’ll know if you fake it, too – I am your sister and all. If you don’t cum for real, I will let Rick know. Promise me that you’ll show your little sister how a slut cums when she gets fucked in the ass.
I promise, I sighed. After the experiences in the diner and Kate’s apartment, I knew I would anyway. The challenge would have been if she had made me promise not to cum.
Rachael marched me back into the living room where we found Rick playing with a camera. Handing it to Rachael, he removed his shirt and tied it over his head, hiding his face. He instructed me to take a seat on the couch as Rachael turned the camera on and pointed it at me.
Hi there! he announced.
What’s your name?
Uhm, Sara, I guess? I stammered out.
Rick let out a heavy sigh and motioned to Rachael to stop recording. Approaching the couch, he took a seat next to me. Grabbing me by the shoulder, he pulled me over his lap. I put up no struggle; I knew it was futile anyway.
It wasn’t a trick question, he explained.
You don’t have to guess. You know what your name is; all you have to do is state it clearly for the camera – along with your last name as well.
She didn’t sound very cheerful, either, Rachael pointed out.
If you’re going to punish her, can I help?
Possibly, Rick pondered.
Let’s let her decide. Sara, you’re going to be spanked for your poor performance. Would you prefer that I deliver the spanking, or your sister?
Please don’t make me pick, I begged. It was bad enough that I was going to be spanked, making me decide who did it was just evil.
If you don’t want to decide, that’s fine, Rick shrugged.
You can get a spanking from both of us. If you’d rather just get one, though, I recommend you tell me whom you’d like to deliver it.
As Rick slid my pants down to my thighs I thought about my options. If I went with Rick, it would probably hurt a lot more – he was a lot bigger than Rachael, after all. Additionally, Rachael would probably resent me for it. Going with Rachael, on the other hand, would mean that I’d be spanked by my little sister, which seemed especially humiliating. Still, it would be less painful, and I didn’t think Rick would mind it if I chose her.
I guess I’ll go with Rachael, I groaned. It sucked, but at least she might be a little gentler.
Why aren’t I surprised, you little dyke whore? Rachael laughed, putting down the camera and approaching.
Burying my head in the couch, I braced myself for the impact. It came quickly, and it came hard – it was clearly a mistake to assume that Rachael would be gentle. I was shocked – not only that Rachael would be willing to hit me that hard, but that she was even capable of doing so.
Careful, Rick cautioned.
I don’t want any bruises that are visible in the video. Try not to leave any marks.
Aww, come on Rick, she argued.
This bitch is probably loving this. Go ahead and check her cunt, I bet she’s already juicing up down there.
I silently prayed that he wouldn’t. Rachael was right – the humiliation, the burning sensation spreading from my ass cheek to the rest of my body, and the overall feeling of powerlessness was taking its toll on me. My mind might have hated this, but my cunt was drooling for more.
My prayers went unanswered. Encouraged by my own sister, Rick crudely jammed his hand between my legs, worming his fingers into my pussy. As he began finger fucking me, I again buried my head in his couch, trying to ignore the tell-tale wet sounds emanating from my crotch.
I guess a few marks wouldn’t by a problem, Rick conceded,
and she does seem to enjoy it. Try not to draw blood, though.
Told you so, my sister laughed as she struck me again.
God, I love the way her ass jiggles when I hit it hard.
It was humiliating. I felt so intensely vulnerable, bent over Rick’s knee, unable to fight back or even defend myself. The fact that they both knew how aroused I was made it worse, but the fact that my little sister was the one responsible made it almost unbearable. Closing my eyes, I tried to pretend that it was someone – anyone – other than Rachael doing the spanking.
I think that’s enough, Rick announced after Rachael had hit my several more times.
I was just getting warmed up! Rachael protested. She was enjoying this way too much.
Don’t be disappointed, I’m sure she’ll do something worthy of punishment soon enough, Rick comforted her.
And hey, maybe the next time I’ll get a bit more creative than just spanking. I can think of other ways you could abuse Sara that might be more enjoyable.
Rick’s words scared the hell out of me. I could easily imagine him punishing me by having my own sister sexually assault me, and the way that Rachael was acting I could imagine her going along with it. I told myself that it was disgusting, and on a conscious level I believed it, but my cunt was intrigued.
Climbing up off Rick’s lap I took a seat on the couch. It hurt a bit to sit down, but I did my best to conceal it. My cunt might have been looking forward to the next punishment, but my brain was perfectly fine with putting it off as long as possible. As Rachael turned the camera back on, we began again.
Hello, there! Rick announced.
What’s your name?
I’m Sara Fishuvudet! I replied, doing my best to sound cheerful.
Wow, Sara, you sure sound happy, Rick observed.
What’s got you in such high spirits?
Well, I answered,
I’m about to get my ass fucked! There’s nothing I love more than a nice, hard cock up my ass!
And who is the lucky gentleman who will be doing this deed? Rick asked.
Is it someone you know?
I don’t know, I answered.
It might be? I don’t really care, as long as I get ass-fucked.
I wondered if I was overdoing it. With Rick’s face covered by the mask it was difficult to judge his reaction. I didn’t want to act any sluttier than I needed to in order to avoid punishment, but without seeing his reaction it was difficult for me to know where that line was.
So, Sara, Rick continued,
tell me about the last time that you got ass-fucked.
It was just last night, I answered.
I was hanging out with some friends, and this guy fucked me in the ass while they watched. It was so hot; I came twice!
Was that guy a friend? Rick prodded.
No, I answered honestly.
Actually, I fucking hate him. He’s a real piece of shit. But you know how it is, whores like me can’t be picky, and his cock was hard!
I hoped that my comment at the end would spare me Rick’s wrath. In a way, describing him as my enemy worked for the image he was trying to portray, and it was just too tempting to pass up a chance to verbally bash him. I wished that I could see his face; I really wanted to know if he was smiling or growling at me.
Whichever it was, he apparently wasn’t angry enough to stop filming. Walking into the frame, he stood in front of me and dropped his pants. His semi-hard dick flopped out, but he didn’t grab me or force me to do anything with it. Realizing that he probably wanted me to take the initiative on camera, I forced myself to smile and put it in my mouth.
Rick didn’t seem to approve. He shoved me back against the couch, causing me to look up in confusion. Playfully, he reached forward and slapped me across the face.
I know you’re eager to get that dick hard enough to ram up your asshole, he laughed,
but try to slow down a bit. Give it some kisses, first.
It made sense; Rick wanted me to look like the aggressor, not the victim. By telling me to slow down on camera, he made it look like he was the chaste one. Figuring I would look like a whore no matter what happened, I played along.
I’m sorry, sir, I pleaded as I planted kisses along his shaft.
I just love cock so much, sometimes I can’t control myself.
It’s okay, bitch, he laughed.
Take your time, though. I promise, you’ll get your ass fucked soon enough.
If Rick’s cock was any indication, he approved of my manner of speech. It grew rapidly under my kisses until it was rock hard. Feeling him put his hand on the back of my head, I opened my mouth to allow his cock into my mouth.
I tried to move my head forward but Rick wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he simply held me in place as he forced his cock further into my mouth and down my throat. It took all of my energy just to suppress my gag reflex as my nose butted up against his stomach.
Rick held me in that position for several seconds. Running low on oxygen I began to worry, but he released my head before I felt the need to struggle. Moving his hand to my chin, he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
I know you probably didn’t enjoy that, he whispered.
If you’d like to avoid having it done to you again, I recommend you show me how a good whore sucks cock. No matter what I say on camera, I want you to be aggressive – hurt yourself it if need be. Fail me, and the next time I ram my dick down your throat I’ll keep it there until you turn blue.
Rick stood back up and placed his hands on his hips. Not wanting to be gagged again I lunged forward, eagerly shoving his cock into my mouth. Forcing it into my throat until it became uncomfortable I began a series of quick, short thrusts.
Deeper, he growled.
Obeying his order, I began going deeper with each stroke. It was tremendously uncomfortable, but in a way, that made it hot. Each time I forced myself to push just a little further, until I had it in all the way. I hoped that Rick appreciated my efforts, but there was no way to know for sure.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rachael slide her hand down the front of her skirt. I wasn’t sure how to handle it. My mind screamed at me that it was wrong, that she shouldn’t do things like that in my presence, and especially not as a result of abuse that I was suffering. At the same time, I wanted her to continue. I don’t know why, but the idea of my own sister masturbating to my brutal throat raping was a major turn-on. It didn’t matter, anyway – even if I had the words to make her stop, I’d be unable to speak them with Rick’s cock rapidly plunging in and out of my mouth.
Rick had me continue for several more minutes. Each time I went too slow or too shallow he’d punish me by grabbing me by the back of my head and thrusting his cock in all the way, then holding me in that position for a few seconds. I tried to avoid that fate as well as I could, but as time progressed my jaw and neck began to ache.
Eventually Rick decided that I had enough and pulled his cock out of my mouth, again shoving me back to the couch. Picking up a container of lotion, he squirted some on his hand and began rubbing it into his cock. I began to disrobe – the clothing wasn’t concealing much anyway, and I figured I’d probably be punished if I kept it on too long.
You know where this is going, don’t you? Rick taunted.
Up my ass! I cheered, doing my best to sound ditzy.
Show me, slut, he ordered.
Facing the couch, I pointed at my ass. I wasn’t quite sure what he wanted, and hoped that it would be enough. Though I couldn’t see Rick’s reaction, I could see Rebecca’s – and she looked a bit disappointed with my performance. I hoped that Rick didn’t feel the same way.
I didn’t say he sneered.
point at your butt, you ignorant whore,
Show me exactly where you’re about to get fucked.,/p>
Realizing he wanted something far more explicit, I climbed up on my knees on his couch. Bending over, I reached back and pulled my butt cheeks apart, giving him a clear view of my vulnerable openings. Rachael’s expression implied that it still wasn’t enough. Not sure what else to do, I slid a finger into my ass. I felt like the biggest whore in the world, but I was beginning to feel like that wasn’t a bad thing.
Get yourself ready, Rick growled, tossing me the lotion.
Picking it up, I squirted some onto my finger and began to massage it in. My flesh was still tender from the night before, but the pain was manageable. Realizing that they probably wanted me to put on a show, I began pumping the finger in and out. It was humiliating; I was basically masturbating anally in front of my sister, my enemy, and a video camera, but I had no choice.
I hope you don’t think a single finger is going to prepare you, Rick warned.
If I’m going to do you the honor of fucking you in the ass, I’m not going to be gentle.
I wouldn’t expect you to, I sighed, slipping a second finger in.
As I pumped the two fingers in, Rick motioned to Rachael to get in closer. Rachael brought the camera mere inches away from me, making sure that they’d have a good shot of my self-defilement. If she was in any way hesitant about getting so close she certainly didn’t show it – her face was close enough to me that I could feel her heavy breathing on my exposed skin.
Not wanting to force Rick to warn me again, I slid a third finger in as soon as I felt it was possible. Pumping it in and out, I tried to ignore the fact that my own sister was watching and recording my every movement. This wasn’t easy. I could hear wet noises coming from her crotch; it was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend that she wasn’t touching herself as she watched.
I should have told her to stop. It was inappropriate enough for her to be watching, masturbating to something like this was just beyond the pale. I couldn’t, though. Even if I thought I could force her to, I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted her to take over for me; wanted her to be the one finger fucking my ass. I didn’t want to think about what that meant.
Will you please come over here and fuck me in the ass already? I begged. I wasn’t sure that I was ready, but I had to do something. I was afraid that if I didn’t make something happen, I would do something with Rachael that I would regret later.
I guess since you asked so nicely, Rick laughed,
it would be cruel to deny you.
Rick waited for me to remove my fingers and then placed the head of his dick at my anal opening. Pushing hard, he forced the tip in, but went no further. Rachael backed off a bit, though just enough to allow Rick room to operate. As Rick wrapped his hands around my waist I took a deep breath and braced myself for the moment of impact.
Get the camera on her face, he instructed.
I want a close-up of her reaction when it goes in.
Rachael did as he asked, taking a seat on the couch next to me and pointing the camera at my face. Somehow, her new position made me feel even more vulnerable than when she had the camera aimed at my ass. With her right in front of me it was impossible to pretend that she wasn’t there, and equally impossible to pretend she wasn’t rubbing her clit under her skirt.
I didn’t have much time to worry about it, though. As soon as the camera was aimed, Rick pushed in hard. I wasn’t prepared – the pain was nearly unbearable. I cried out in pain, but it didn’t stop him. He continued pushing in until I felt his balls slap against my cunt.
I’m not going too hard, now am I? he laughed.
His question was a cruel joke. He knew goddamned well that he was, but I knew that I’d be punished if I said yes. Rachael seemed to find the whole situation tremendously amusing; she looked as though she was having the time of her life.
No, I lied through my teeth, struggling futilely to mask the pain in my voice.
I like it hard.
Rick was fully inside of me, but he wasn’t moving. I thought for a second that he might be showing me mercy, but then quickly remembered whom I was dealing with. Rick was a sadistic asshole; mercy was not something that he was fond of. He wasn’t giving me time to adjust, or sparing me from pain – he was waiting for me to fuck back so that he’d have further proof that I was the whore he claimed that I was.
Sliding forward, I moved until everything but the head of his cock was no longer in me. Clenching my teeth, I slowly pushed back, forcing him back in. I knew he probably wanted me to go fast, but that just wasn’t realistic. The pain that I was in was easily overpowering my fear of punishment.
Taking a deep breath, I repeated the motion with slightly more force. Just as I had when he was raping my mouth, I forced myself to go a bit faster with each stroke, working into a rhythm. As the pain began to fade, I actually began to enjoy the sense of power. Though Rick might have controlled the situation, I was controlling the sex act. It was minor, but in a way it was a victory.
Rick, of course, did not let that victory last. Seeing that I could handle it, he began to fuck back. Each time I threw myself back he thrust forward to meet me. With the pain fading, I found myself pushing harder and harder, trying to outdo him. I wanted to show him that I hadn’t given up, that there was still some fight in me.
Unfortunately, that fight was short lived. Content that she had enough footage of my facial reactions, Rachael aimed the camera back at my ass. With my torso out of the frame, she took her hand out of her skirt and wrapped her arm around my waist, holding me still. Not wanting to give up so easily I struggled against her, but with the leverage her position provided I was unable to move.
With my being held paralyzed by my own sister, Rick jumped at the opportunity to fuck me as hard as he could. The feeling was bizarre – though painful, each stroke was putting strong pressure on my G-spot. My orgasm building, I ceased my struggles and went passive, allowing Rick to do as he pleased.
Once Rachael saw that I was no longer struggling against her she removed her arm from me and stuck her hand back down her skirt. With her kneeling on the couch next to me, I was inches away from her crotch. I could see the movement under the fabric of her skirt; I could hear the sounds. Unable to hold back any longer, I came hard. Rachael seemed to notice; the movement under her skirt grew faster.
After my orgasm finished, Rick grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the couch. Falling to the ground, I watched him take a seat next to Rachael. He motioned for her to take a seat in the chair facing him, and motioned for me to take a seat on him. Still in a state of post-orgasmic delirium, I quickly complied; impaling myself on his cock while facing my sister.
Rachael made no attempt to hide the fact that she was masturbating. Facing me, she spread her legs apart and hiked her skirt up. Pulling her panties to the side, I found it impossible to look away. It felt dirty and wrong to be turned on by the sight of my sister fucking herself, but to be fair; she was watching my anal rape.
With my eyes fixed on Rachael’s crotch I reached down and began to mimic her motions. Noticing what I was doing, Rachael began to rub her clit faster, occasionally dipping a finger inside. Allowing her to lead me by example, I copied her actions.
Rick may not have noticed what was going on between my sister and myself, but he certainly noticed that my attention was on something other than fucking him. After giving my ass a quick slap he wrapped his hands around my hips. Squeezing, he pumped my body up and down violently.
This is not a good time to be taking a break, slut, he growled into my ear.
Not wanting to anger him I forced myself to pay more attention to his needs than my own. Bouncing up and down on his cock, I worked into a rhythm. I didn’t stop rubbing my clit, but I did stop mirroring Rachael’s actions. I was disappointed, and judging by the look on her face she was too. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; her being angry with Rick could help drive her to my side.
As my rhythm with Rick became more and more natural, I found my eyes again gravitating towards Rachael’s crotch. She was going at it hard; I challenged myself to match her pace. Watching her fuck herself like that was an immense turn on, I could feel another orgasm approaching. From the looks of it, it seemed that she could, too.
Ignoring Rick, I focused only on my own needs. I knew that he’d punish me for it later, but at that point I didn’t care. Intensifying my rubbing, I made eye contact with Rachael. This must have pushed her over the edge; she arched her back and came visibly. That pushed me over the edge as well.
Rick slapped my ass in warning again, but I didn’t care. Again gripping me and forcing me up and down, I felt less like he was having sex with me and more like he was just masturbating with my ass. After several minutes of this treatment, I felt his warm semen pumping into me. He held me in place until he had emptied his balls, and then tossed me unceremoniously onto the floor.
As Rick rose to his feet, Rachael turned off the camera and pulled her panties back into place. Everything felt so bizarre; there was nothing right about what had just happened and yet I loved every minute of it. I was physically and emotionally drained.
I’m going to take a shower, Rick announced, walking towards the bathroom.
Don’t think that I didn’t notice your piss poor effort towards the end, though. We’ll discuss that later.
I remained on the floor, feeling his semen slowly ooze out of me. I was too exhausted to get up, but more importantly I felt terribly awkward. Rachael moved back to the couch, taking a seat right next to me. Feeling vulnerable, I inched myself up against her leg.
I’m not gay for you, I blurted out, breaking the awkward silence.
You say that, she answered,
yet I think I’ve made you cum twice today. Care to explain?
I can’t, I admitted.
It’s okay, she laughed.
Frankly, I’d rather have a cunt-crazy dyke constantly trying to get in my pants for a sister than a stuck-up prude. It’s a positive change.
I’m not a cunt-crazy dyke! I protested.
I’m just teasing you, Sara, she assured me.
You’re my sister, and I’ll love you no matter what. But really, I’m enjoying the new you.
So, I began,
think there’s any chance of you destroying that recording?
We’ll see, she laughed.
We might be able to work something out.
- If you liked this chapter, you can get The Contest from Smashwords. This includes the fifth and final chapter.
- If you think that Rick is kinda a dick (he really is) and should have been made to suffer, read other plot line. Note that if you read that plot line, none of the events that you just read in this chapter or the one before it happened. Yeah, you wasted your time like a sucker.
- If you think this is all shit, go do something else.