Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Contest - Chapter Three, Plot Two


Warning: The following story describes events that are illegal, immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.

A quick note from the author:

Hi. This is one of two potential third chapters to a multi-part story. If you haven't read the first chapter yet, you should probably do that first.


Gazing over Rick’s broken body made me swell with pride. It wasn’t just the physical damage, or the humiliated look on his face, but the whole thing in its entirety. Collapsed on my bed, his chest gently heaving for breath, his flesh conveyed a sense of complete and utter defeat. I could have untied him and he still wouldn’t have had the balls to get up without my permission. The sense of control was a powerful high.

It wasn’t quite enough, though. Rick had humiliated me in public, my retribution was in private. Though his appearance claimed otherwise, I knew that somewhere in him there might still be a spark of rebellion, and that spark needed to be extinguished. I understood that he was no longer a human being; he needed to understand it as well.

Taking the stun gun in my hand, I approached him. Applying it to his left arm, I pulled the trigger and gave him a brief, 3 second shock. I felt a little guilty abusing him like that, but I needed him good and passive for lunch. I might let him regain his physical strength someday, but that wouldn’t be until he understood his new role in life.

Have I displeased you? he sobbed pathetically.

Frequently, I replied. But that one wasn’t punishment. I’m taking you to lunch with my sister, and with your talent for doing stupid shit I don’t want you getting yourself into trouble. Keeping you weak is for your own good.

Please don’t, he begged. I’ve been a good little bitch, please just leave me here tied to your bed.

His sudden concern surprised me. I assumed that he didn’t want to be humiliated in public, but that wasn’t my problem -- my problem was that he somehow thought I would be concerned with what he wanted. Walking around the bed, I shoved the stun gun in his right arm and gave him another three second shock to keep him submissive. After giving him a few seconds to calm down, I shocked him again for his backtalk.

A good little bitch would know better than to argue with its owner, I calmly explained as I freed his arms. A good little bitch would jump at the chance to serve.

I’m sorry, owner, he groaned, clearly in a lot of pain. I just didn’t want you to be angry at me in public. Thank you for correcting me.

Ignoring his apology, I tossed him his shirt and ordered him to put it on. The rest of his clothing lay in a pile on the floor. His pants and socks were clean enough, though his underwear was a bit gross. Mildly disgusted, I tossed it in the trash as I waited for him to awkwardly struggle into his shirt.

Once he finally had his shirt on I ordered him to get on the floor in a kneeling position. From behind, I wrapped the rope around his waist a couple times, then lashed his wrists to the loops. Tightening the knots, I made sure that he would be unable to move either hand more than a few inches from his waist.

Approaching my dresser, I selected a lacy pair of panties for him to wear. Returning to him, I made sure that he could see them. His face conveyed that he didn’t want to wear them, but I wasn’t about to let him go out without underwear. That would be undignified.

Can you at least take out the plug, first? he whimpered.

I might have if you hadn’t taken so fucking long putting your shirt on, I lectured, pushing his torso back onto the bed. Now we just don’t have time for that.

He cooperated as I dressed him, individually raising his feet so that I could put the panties and pants on. With him fully dressed I rubbed my hand over the back of his pants, feeling for solid base of the butt plug. Finding it, I pushed in hard, wanting to make sure that I had his full attention.

I’m taking the stun gun with us, and it will never be out of my reach, I explained. If at any point you’re able to move your hands more than three inches from your waist, you will receive a ten second shock and then be retied. If at any point the butt plug manages to get out of that tight little ass of yours, you will receive a ten second shock and then have it reinserted. I am fully willing to do these things to you in public, and I promise you no mercy if you force me to. Is that understood?

Yes, owner, he answered submissively.

Good bitch, I laughed, pulling him to his feet.

Before leaving the apartment I selected a jacket and tossed it on him. He looked ridiculous in it, the jacket being far too small and obviously meant for a woman. However, it covered the rope that lashed his wrists to his waist, and I figured it could spare me some embarrassing questions.

Walking him out to the car brought some strange looks from my neighbors. Even dressed, the damage that he had sustained was quite obvious. No one said anything, though, so I figured it would probably be okay. Exiting the building, he walked up to the trunk and waited for me to open it. I’d have been happy to make him ride in the trunk again, but the street was no longer deserted and I didn’t want to raise too much attention.

I’m going to show you yet another act of undeserved kindness, I sighed. Since you were such a good little slut in taking my cock all the way up your tight little ass, you get to ride up front like a real human. Now, I am a bit concerned that you might misinterpret this, so I want to be perfectly clear. This does not make you human in any way – you’re still nothing more than a worthless fuck toy. Is that understood?

Yes, owner, he answered, lowering his eyes. I’m not a human, I’m a worthless fuck toy. Thank you for being so kind to me, I promise I won’t forget my place.

Satisfied with his answer I got into the car, let him in, and drove to the diner to meet my sister. Each bump in the road triggered a pained groan from Rick, I suspect due to the large hunk of latex that was currently inside him. Enjoying his reaction, I made sure to hit every pot hole on the way. When we pulled into the parking lot, I took the speed bump at 35, causing him to outright moan.

We entered the diner and found Rachael waiting by the counter. Seeing me, she approached and gave me a hug in greeting. Noticing Rick, she broke off the hug and glared at him.

You look like shit, Rick, she coldly stated.

Rick stared at the ground, looking no less nervous than when I had strapped on the dildo earlier. Suddenly, his reluctance to come with made sense. Clearly he knew my sister, and in all probability had done something with her that he knew I wouldn’t be happy to learn about.

Rachael and I were two very different people. Where I had always been shy and reserved, Rachael was fearless and outgoing. These personality differences translated to our love lives – Rachael had her first boyfriend years before I had mine, despite being younger. I certainly wouldn’t call my sister a slut, but I knew that she occasionally had sex with men she wasn’t dating, and suspected that’s how she knew Rick.

Is there something you’d like to tell me, you disgusting piece of shit? I hissed into his ear while grinding the tip of the stun gun into his ribs. I didn’t plan to shock him, but wanted him to know that this was serious.

Sara, it’s probably best you don’t know, cautioned Rachael while Rick held his tongue.

Her warning implied that my suspicions were true. Rachael and I talked about many things, but sex was not one of them. For whatever reason, our family just didn’t discuss such matters. I don’t know if it was the feeling of power that I was experiencing, but I was ready to change that.

Rachael, we’re grown women, I argued. It’s time that we stopped pretending that discussions about sex are off-limits. We both have it, it should be okay to talk about it.

I’m okay with that, she answered. You’re right. We’re sisters, we should be able to discuss anything.

Rachael and I dated! Rick blurted out.

We absolutely did not, Rachael laughed. God, what woman in her right mind would date you, Rick? Sara, Rick was basically a friend with benefits. Wait, that’s not accurate – I wouldn’t call him a friend. Honestly, he really is a piece of shit. I’ll admit, however, that he does have some talent in bed.

Bringing the stun gun up to Rick’s throat, I reached around with my other hand and applied pressure to his ass, forcing the butt plug in. I was not happy with him at all. He was right to want to stay home – this new information earned him no mercy.

So, let me get this straight, I hissed into his ear. You’ve fucked my little sister. You’ve lied to me, in claiming that you were dating her. You’ve also slandered her by making such a disgusting accusation. Is there anything else I should know, or should I just take you out back and slowly beat you to death right now?

I’m so sorry, owner, he whimpered back, keeping his voice low. You have every right to be angry with me. I know that you’ll punish me for this, and I promise that I won’t resist. I know that I don’t deserve it, but I hope you’ll give me a chance to show you that I understand how wrong I am.

Don’t get too mad at him, Rachael suggested. He’s a piece of shit, but it was consensual. I may regret knowing him, but I don’t regret sleeping with him.

Taking a deep breath, I calmed down a bit. I was still angry and disgusted with Rick, but getting arrested for beating the shit out of him in the lobby of a diner wasn’t going to fix anything. Besides, a quick beating wouldn’t be nearly enough. If I stretched it out over time, I could make sure that his suffering would be sufficient.

As the waitress called our name, I removed my hands from Rick and followed her to our booth. He looked relieved, as if he had somehow been let off the hook. I considered correcting him, but it seemed pointless. He’d learn soon enough.

So, why Rick? I asked Rachael as we took our seats. I mean, you can do so much better.

Honestly, Sara? she replied. It’s entirely a sex thing. He’s an obnoxious douchebag, but he’s good.

Rick’s facial expression mutated slightly. He still looked nervous and afraid, but there was definitely some pride going on there too. Jabbing the stun gun back into his ribs, I reminded him that this was no time to feel proud.

He’s not that talented, I corrected her. And obnoxious douchebag is a massive understatement.

Wait, how do you know? she asked, slowly realizing the answer. Jesus Christ, Sara! You’re not actually dating this piece of shit, are you?

God no, I laughed, enjoying the pained reaction on Rick’s face. But you know, you were honest with me, so I’ll be honest with you. I’m fucking him, but I’m in control. I know how much of a douche he is, too, but I’m training him to be better.

Good luck with that, she laughed. There’s no way you’re capable of fixing that damage.

Sara’s stronger than you think, Rick interjected. If anyone can do it, it’s her.

It was cute seeing Rick stand up for his owner like that, but the cuteness didn’t justify speaking out of turn. Sliding over to him I ran my hand under his shirt and up his chest, grabbing his nipple. Pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, I applied pressure and twisted it hard.

Rick, honey, I whispered into his ear. Have you forgotten what your mouth is for again? You’re in more than enough trouble as it is, you don’t need to make it worse. If we want you to speak, we’ll let you know. Otherwise, you will sit there in silence like a good bitch.

Removing my hand from his shirt, I slid back away from him. Rick quietly lowered his head, staring at the table. Rachael stared back and forth between Rick and I, clearly amazed.

What the hell was that? she asked, her eyes wide.

That, I explained, is how I train him. He’s not bright enough to obey verbal commands on their own yet, but if you add a bit of pain it eventually seeps into his thick skull.

Christ, Sara, she replied, still sounding amazed. How far have you taken this?

Full honesty? I asked, as she nodded back. I spent the better part of this morning beating and shocking him. Once he was too weak to move, I took him home, tied him to my bed, and fucked his mouth. For good measure, I then took a strap on and helped myself to both of his holes. It started as a punishment, but the little slut loved it – you should have seen him fucking back like a bitch in heat.

You’re seriously blowing my mind right now, she commented. Is that why he’s walking so weird?

I’m sure it’s a part of it, I explained, but there’s two other factors that are contributing to it more. If you look under his jacket, you’ll see that his hands are currently tied down, which I’m sure is hurting his sense of balance. More importantly, though, there’s an impressively large butt plug lodged in his asshole that he’s forbidden from removing.

I can hardly believe this, she marveled. Anything else you’d like to share?

I think that’s about it, I laughed. He calls me owner now, and he is wearing my panties – he said they made him feel pretty, but that’s the big stuff.

As Rachael processed the new information, the waitress arrived to take our order. I ordered a cheeseburger, large fries, milkshake, and some bacon. I was hungry after all the physical activity. Writing down my order, she turned to Rick.

I’ll have a number six, he began, struggling to sound normal.

You most certainly will not, you flabby slut, I cut him off. He’ll have a diet soda. Nothing more.

The waitress looked confused, but wrote down the order. After taking Rachael’s order, she hastily made her way away from our booth, clearly uncomfortable. Rick looked at me with longing eyes. He was probably just as hungry as I was.

So, Rick, I began, keeping my voice at a reasonable volume so that Rachael could hear. Are you trying to disappoint me?

No, owner, he attempted to whisper into my ear. I pushed him back, not wanting to let him get so close.

I can’t hear you, bitch, I warned him.

No, owner, he choked out, a look of deep shame on his face. I’m sorry.

Let’s recap, I sighed. In addition to all of the shitty things that you’ve done you now apparently think that you have the right to order your own food. This is actually quite hilarious, as your gut clearly demonstrates that you lack the intelligence to decide what to eat on your own. Furthermore, you tried to keep your voice low; no doubt an attempt to hide the shame of your role from my sister. I might understand and even forgive such a transgression, but in case you’ve forgotten you’re already in trouble for hiding things between sisters.

I’m sorry, owner he mumbled.

You’re always sorry, owner, I snapped. It’s not enough, Rick. I’m beginning to think that I should just toss you in the dumpster out back, shock you until the batteries run dry, and walk away. Is Rachael right? Are you really just a lost cause that I’m wasting my time on?

No, owner he cried, clearly terrified. I didn’t think, and I fucked up, but now I know better. I promise I won’t try to order food ever again, and I promise I won’t try to hide my role!

More empty words, I sighed. Show me that you’ve learned. Tell my sister exactly what you are.

Rick slowly turned to face Rachael, gulping deeply. I could see that this was difficult for him. Rick had a lot of pride, and admitting his place to a woman that he most likely considered a conquest would be a challenge. I thought about calling him off, but Rachael seemed interested.

Rachael, he said, his voice awash in shame. I’m your sister’s property. Everything that she said about me is absolutely correct. I belong to her, and she can do whatever she wants to me.

I’m honestly just completely amazed, Rachael laughed. And don’t worry about me, Sara – I absolutely approve of this. I just wish I had beat the shit out of him first.

The beating definitely helped, I explained, but the ass-fucking was what I think did the trick. You should have seen him begging, it was hilarious. At first he was begging me not to, but before long he was begging for it hard.

You’re kidding, she laughed. He actually didn’t want it in the ass? Rick, you of all people really shouldn’t be surprised when someone turns around and gives it back to you.

Rachael, you didn’t actually let him, I began, connecting the dots in my mind.

Oh god, no, she cut me off. That’s not to say he didn’t try, though. Could never get too comfortable with him, always knowing that he’d try to stick a finger where it didn’t belong. In fact, you don’t mind if I get a little revenge, do you?

Not even a little, I encouraged. But I’m not taking him to the hospital, so if you go too far you have to help me dispose of the body.

Rachael inched closer to Rick and playfully slapped him across the face, testing his reaction. It didn’t look like it hurt him physically, though he clearly didn’t enjoy the humiliation. Looking over at me, he seemed to be begging with his eyes for me to intervene on his behalf. Ignoring his plight, I laughed as Rachael hit him again with a bit more force.

You’re free to continue if you like, I explained, but I feel I should warn you. That sticky shit on his face is mostly his own cum.

Eww, seriously? she asked.

Yeah, I answered. I told you; this slut really, really likes being fucked in the ass. I’m sure he’d be happy to lick your fingers clean, though.

Rick grumbled, but obediently opened his mouth. Rachael hesitated a bit, but eventually held her fingers in front of his mouth. Realizing he’d receive no mercy from me, Rick extended his tongue and went to work cleaning them. Once her fingers were sticky with his saliva, Rachael wiped them across his face, scooping up cum in the process. Once satisfied, she shoved them into Rick’s open mouth.

I think Rick thought that she wanted him to suck them clean, but he was mistaken. As an evil grin crawled over her face, Rachael rammed the fingers deep into his throat, causing him to gag. Surprisingly me with her sadism, she allowed him no recovery time before roughly pumping her fingers in and out of his mouth. Rick looked to me for mercy as tears began to run down his face, but I figured he probably deserved it. Besides, I was amused by the sounds he was making; identical to the ones he made when I was fucking his throat.

As the waitress approached with our food, Rachael removed her fingers and slid back away from Rick. The juxtaposition of the two was almost comical – she looked as normal as ever, he looked quite understandably as if he had just been assaulted. Placing our food in front of us, the waitress left Rick’s drink on the edge of the table, apparently not wanting to get too close to him. As she walked away, Rick stared longingly at the glass.

Ignoring him, I reached for my milk shake and took a sip. The cool fluid was like heaven – I hadn’t really drunk anything since I woke up. I thought about Rick’s situation – he had been sweating, crying, and cumming all day long, and I hadn’t given him anything to drink. Taking pity on him, I sighed and slid his drink in front of him.

Thank you, owner, he cooed as he lowered his head to drink.

Unfortunately for Rick, neither the waitress nor I had inserted the straw in his glass. With his hands bound, he had no choice but to awkwardly slurp at the edges of the glass, getting more of the drink on the table than in his mouth. Irritated, I grabbed the glass away from him.

You’re like a fucking farm animal, I scolded him as I inserted the straw. I suppose it’s my fault for thinking that you might be able to act like a human being for just a little while. I should know by now that you’re hopelessly incapable of such a task.

I’m sorry, owner, he submissively replied.

I could tell that he hated this. Rick had always been so proud and independent; being completely dependent on me for his most basic needs must have been devastating. If he had been just slightly less obnoxious, I might have shown him mercy and permitted him a modicum of freedom. Unfortunately for him, this was not the case. I needed him devastated, needed to crush any foolish misbelief that he might have in his value as an individual. As he watched in silence, I picked up his glass and greedily drank half of the refreshing fluid inside it before sliding it back in front of him.

Drink it slowly, I warned. I don’t want you getting any more spoiled, so this is all that you’re going to get until later. I know it’s probably impossible, but make believe as if you were a real human being and try not to embarrass me any further. If I hear you slurping – hell, if I hear you making any sounds at all – you’ll be wearing that, not drinking it.

I understand, owner, he sobbed. Thank you.

Lunch was enjoyable. As we ate, Rachael and I took full advantage of our newfound ability to discuss sex. It was nice, for the first time I really felt like she was my friend, and not just my little sister. Rick, to his credit, managed to sit silently the entire time, even as the discussion turned to his own various perversions and shortcomings. It couldn’t have been easy for him, given how intentionally cruel we were in our discussion.

Taking a final bite, I looked down at my plate. I had been hungry when I ordered it, but there was more food than I had expected and I couldn’t finish it. There was still half a plate of fries that Rick stared at longingly.

Want my fries? I asked Rachael, sliding them towards her but leaving the plate under Rick’s face.

Nah, I’m stuffed, she answered.

Oh well, guess they’ll just get thrown out, I stated. It’s too bad, I hate wasting food.

Rick whimpered quietly. He must have been starving, and having the food so close to him really tested his self-control. He begged me with his eyes, knowing that he would be punished if he spoke without permission.

Is there something you’d like to ask me? I laughed, taking pity on his situation.

No, owner, he whimpered, lowering his head.

Aww, poor little fella, I chided, sliding closer to him and scratching him behind his ears. You’re really hungry, aren’t you?

Yes, owner, he replied, submissively keeping his eyes down.

Poor guy, I sympathized. You haven’t eaten anything since last night. Well, except for my cock. And Rachael fed you something before the food got here, too. Sadly, you’re going to be hungry a lot from now on – at least until you lose that disgusting layer of flab. Even if I wanted to feed you, this is people food. I’ll tell you what, though -- we’ll stop by the pet store on the way back and see if we can pick you up some slut food.

I understand, owner, he sobbed, barely able to contain his disappointment. Thank you for explaining it to me.

So, not to change the topic, Rachael interjected, but what are your plans with him? I mean, once you’ve gotten him all trained up, what next?

Honestly, I haven’t even thought about that, I admitted. I guess I was just going to throw him away, but now that I say it aloud it seems a bit wasteful. Maybe I’ll teach him how to actually please a woman and whore him out to my friends – I have to admit, he does have some potential.

Planning on giving a family discount? Rachael laughed.

God, you’re horrible, I laughed back. And cheap – I doubt I’ll be able to change much more than a couple of quarters for his services anyway.

Well, let me know when he’s available, she replied. You’ve got your first customer already. Also, let me know if you need any help with his training; I’m sure I could pitch in.

Feel like training him right now? I suggested, not wanting to be outdone by her boldness.

I’m game if you are, she answered. What did you have in mind?

This morning he tried to go down on me. It was fucking atrocious, like having a limp, spongy noodle artlessly rammed into my crotch. If he’s going to earn his keep, he’s going to need to learn to eat pussy.

You’re serious, aren’t you? she asked.

Why not? I replied coolly. We’re in a corner, no one’s around, you know that waitress is avoiding us out of fear of getting to close to this piece of shit. He can slide his ass under the table, and you’re wearing a skirt. If anyone notices, we can blame it all on him. You’re not chicken, are you?

Hell no, she laughed back. Let’s do it.

Rick, baby, I explained, you’re going to get yet another chance to fail me. I want you to suck my sister’s cunt, and try not to fuck it up. If you do a good job, I might just reward you with some of these fries. If you disappoint me again… Well, I pretty much expect you to, so I guess I can’t be too angry about it. Still, remember that I’m deciding whether to make you my whore or simply toss you out with the garbage when I’m done training you. You do want to be my whore, don’t you?

Yes, owner he answered, a bit too eager. More than anything.

Then why the fuck aren’t you on the floor between Rachael’s legs where you belong? I laughed.

Rick scrambled to get under the table. It wasn’t easy for him – though he was nowhere near as fat as I had been pretending he was, he was certainly not a small man. Awkwardly fumbling, he eventually managed to get under the table, bumping his head on the way.

As I watched Rachael lean back and relax, I felt Rick’s body clumsily bump into my legs. Wanting to encourage him to be more careful, I gave him a gentle kick in the ass, driving the butt plug deeper and triggering an uncomfortable groan. I hadn’t meant to hit the butt plug, but I was okay with it. Hopefully he’d learn to be more careful.

Think I should pull my panties aside for him? Rachael asked.

No, I answered. He still has teeth, and if he wants to keep them then this would be a good opportunity for him to prove that they can be useful. Besides, I want to train him as a full-service whore, the customer should be able to just sit back and let him do all the work.

As Rick’s body stopped squirming, I watched Rachael’s face. Though I obviously couldn’t see through the table, her expression told me what was going on. As I watched as it transition from confidence, to surprise, and ultimately to pleasure; I knew that Rick was doing his job.

Let him keep his teeth, she half-moaned, half-laughed. Jesus Sara, he’s sucking on my clit! Holy Christ that feels good!

In all my joking about how terrible Rick was at oral sex, I forgot that he did actually know what he was doing. It made me a little nervous – I didn’t want him to start feeling good about himself, even if it was for the one thing he was meant for. Hoping to distract him and throw him off his game, I braced the heal of my foot against his ass, aiming it for the base of the butt plug, and pushed hard. A defeated grunt echoed from under the table, followed quickly by a lustful moan from my sister. Wanting to see if it was a coincidence, I repeated my action and got the same results.

Fucking hell, she moaned, whatever you just did, don’t stop doing it.

Shrugging, I continued rhythmically pumping my foot against Rick’s ass. I enjoyed abusing him, and didn’t really need an excuse to continue. It wasn’t like he was going to object, anyway.

As I continued, though, I began to feel strange. A couple hours ago, I had never even discussed sex with Rachael, and now I was actually witnessing her engaging in a sex act. Additionally, in my mind Rick was nothing more than an object, and it was clear that my actions on him were influencing his actions on my sister. Even though I wasn’t touching her, it felt very much like I was fucking my own sister using Rick as the sex toy. What was strange was I didn’t necessarily dislike the idea. Allowing myself to embrace the control, I pumped hard, enjoying Rachael’s moans of pleasure. After a minute or so, Rick’s grunting sounded less painful and more pleasurable. After another few minutes, I heard him trying to speak between his moans.

Owner, he begged, may I please have permission to cum? Please? I don’t think I can hold out much longer.

I was a bit concerned. Rachael was able to keep her moans quiet enough so as not to be heard, but Rick needed to be loud for me to hear him. It didn’t seem like anyone else in the diner had heard him, but I didn’t want to risk it.

You may, I sighed. But not until after my sister gets off.

It didn’t look like that was going to be much of a challenge; Rachael was clearly close to the edge. As her orgasm gripped her, I pushed hard on Rick, shoving him further between my sister’s knees. Watching both of them get off at the same time, I felt a tremendous sense of power.

After Rachael’s orgasm subsided, Rick managed to crawl his way back up to the booth. His face glistened with my sister’s juices, but he looked a lot more relaxed. He probably could have used a break from all the stress I was dumping on him, but I didn’t want him getting too comfortable.

Did you just cum in my panties, you disgusting little pig? I demanded, doing my best to sound incredulous.

But you told me… he began to protest.

Don’t you fucking tell me what I told you! I warned. Answer the fucking question. Did you defile my fucking panties with your disgusting semen?

Yes, owner, he admitted. I’m sorry, owner.

I paid $20 for those panties, slut, I explained. So, it looks like I’ll be keeping 100% of the proceeds from your first 40 tricks. I guess I should have expected an ass whore like you to cum like that.

Yes, owner, he agreed. You should have 100% anyway; I am your property and all. Please don’t be mad at me, owner.

Aww, I can’t stay mad at you, piggy, I laughed. Not when you so clearly understand your place. Come here and give your owner a kiss.

I’m not sure what came over me. I’ve always identified as straight, but the experience of making my own sister cum was just so thrilling. I don’t know why, but I wanted to taste her. It was perverted and wrong, and probably a little disgusting, but so was everything else that I had done, anyway.

Before I could kiss him, though, I caught a glance of Rachael out of the corner of my eye. The confused look on her face brought me back to Earth – we’d have enough to discuss without my having to explain this. Thinking quick, I reached out and slapped Rick hard across the face. I think I enjoyed solving problems by means of abusing him.

You didn’t actually think I’d kiss you after you sucked off my sister, did you? I laughed. God, you really are disgusting. That would practically be incest, you twisted fuck!

Rick simply lowered his gaze sheepishly, looking again like he was going to cry. He must have really wanted to kiss me, and it was probably cruel of me to taunt him like that. Feeling mildly guilty for the abuse, I decided to throw him a bone.

You defiled my panties and accused me of incest, disappointing me in two creative and unique ways, I observed. But, you did manage to make Rachael cum, and I guess that just two massive failures per one minor success is a bit of a record for you. As a reward, I’m going to let you eat people food just this once. You have ten seconds to eat as many fries as you can manage. Go.

Rick wasted no time burying his face in the plate. I couldn’t tell if he was intentionally trying to imitate an actual pig eating or he was just really hungry. His appearance was somewhere between disgusting and hilarious. Amazingly, it looked like he might actually finish the entire plate before the ten seconds were up. Not wanting to go too easy on him, I called time before he was able to finish the task.

Rick sat up immediately, but stared longingly at the few remaining fries on the plate. He was clearly still hungry, though I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to starve to death any time soon. Besides, keeping him hungry kept him weak. Leaning over, I gently wiped his face clean, more out of disgust than mercy.

Thank you, owner, he said, sounding amazingly sincere. You’re very kind to me, even though I don’t deserve it. I hope that someday I can be less of a disappointment to you.

It’s okay, slut, I soothed. I know you don’t try to fail me; you just don’t try hard enough not to. Now, what should you say to my sister?

Thank you for cumming in my mouth, he answered, turning to face her. It was an honor.

I know that was just training, Rachael laughed, sliding two quarters across the table, but he earned it. Congratulations, Rick. You’re now officially a whore.

Laughing at his humiliation, we got up and paid the check. Leaving the diner, Rachael asked me if she could come back to my place with us. I don’t think Rick liked the idea, but I agreed. It sounded like fun.

Decision time!

  • If you liked this chapter, you can continue reading with The Contest - Chapter Four, Plot Two.
  • If you think that Sara probably shouldn't have been able to take Rick, go read the other plot line. Note that if you read that plot line, none of the events that you just read in this chapter and the one before it happened. Yeah, you wasted your time like a sucker.
  • If you think this is all shit, go do something else.

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