Scene: A dark bedroom, the only light coming in from a door
cracked open. Two girls stand near the door, looking horrified at
the scene inside the room. They look like identical sisters and
wear the same high-heeled cowgirl boots, though their clothing
differs. One girl is wearing low-rise bikini jeans and a black
cropped top shirt (torn at the bottom, revealing bottom
cleavage), while the other is wearing black tights, denim short
shorts (ripped), and a black wide-necked sweater. In the room is
a multitude of girls, variously clothed or not, sleeping on the
floor around a bed. Asleep on the bed is a man and four more
girls, one girl lying on his chest and embracing him, two girls
clutching either of his arms, and the last one lying atop the
first girl on her back with the man's oversized penis bulging
inside her. The last girl resembles the sisters near the door.
She is wearing high-heeled cowgirl boots, black thighhigh socks
(ripped at the thigh area), and nothing else. She is also the
only one on the bed whose eyes are open, though they are also
rolled back.

Yearning for sleep at this late hour, Dominique and Hasma stood
before the Master's bedroom door, filled with trepidation. They
had managed to sneak this far into the building, and thus far
everyone who did see them took no notice.
"This is it," Dominique whispered, her hand on the doorknob. "Are
you ready?"
Hasma gulped and nodded.
Dominique turned the knob slowly and gently eased the door open.
Inside, several girls were sleeping on the floor, many of them
wet from the Master or each other. The blatant obsessive lust of
the girls was enough to make Dominique scowl, but what she saw on
the bed almost made her cry out.
The Master seemed to be asleep, as did the girls on his arms and
the Master's Wife on his chest, but more prominent was the girl
with her eyes open and rolled back, her belly and cunt stretched
to accommodate the enormous blood-covered cock inside her.
It was their sister, Kyrie, and her virginity had been broken by
the Master.
"That... bastard..." Hasma whispered. Dominique gripped her hand
and squeezed it. Now was not the time.
The two of them approached the bed quietly and observed their
limp sister. Dominique set aside her rage and sorrow for the
moment to look at the situation logically. She wasn't sure if
moving Kyrie would wake up the Master or not. If that did happen,
all was lost.
She nodded to Hasma, and they slowly took each of Kyrie's legs
and pulled her upward.
She didn't budge. It was as if the cock was stuck in her pussy.
Dominique thought furiously, not willing to give up after they
had come this far, especially not while Kyrie was like this.
Then she noticed Hasma stepping around girls to get to the foot
of the bed. Hasma then leaned forward and lowered her face to
where Kyrie's cunt met the Master's cock.
Dominique became afraid, for a moment, that Hasma had decided to
betray her and submit to the Master, like everyone else seemed
to. But then she realized what was going on.
Hasma's tongue darted out and gently began to lick Kyrie's clit.
She was trying to make Kyrie wet enough that they could pull her
off the cock.
Dominique looked around, worried this would take too long. No one
seemed to be walking by the door, and no one in the room seemed
to be waking up.
After a while, Kyrie stirred somewhat. Dominique quickly took one
of her legs and tried to move her, finding that she now slid
slightly.
Seeing this, Hasma stood up and moved around to the side of the
bed to take Kyrie's other leg. They pulled, and Kyrie moved
somewhat, but only a short distance off the cock before she stuck
again.
Hasma moved over to the foot of the bed again and licked Kyrie
once more.
Then they both froze, Hasma's tongue still on Kyrie's clit. The
Master groaned and shifted slightly.
The cock just below Hasma's face twitched, and Kyrie made a soft
moaning sound. Then cum started to ooze out of Kyrie's cunt.
Hasma stared down at this and moved her head away, looking at
Dominique.
Dominique closed her eyes and sighed. Then she opened them and
took Kyrie's leg again, indicating that Hasma do the same.
This time, they were able to pull Kyrie with ease, as her cunt
had been lubricated with the Master's cum. They moved Kyrie to
the tip of the cock and slowly guided the cock onto the Master's
Wife's before taking Kyrie off the cock completely.
Cum from Kyrie's cunt and the Master's cock dripped onto the
Master's Wife's back and hair. She made a satisfied sigh and
smiled in her sleep. Dominique noticed a small puddle of pussy
juice form beneath her cunt. Hasma then put one hand over Kyrie's
cunt to keep more cum from leaking out and they quickly carried
her out of the room.

Outside the room, Hasma took her hand away from Kyrie, letting
the flow of cum drip on the carpet.
"I'll take her," Hasma said, hefting Kyrie over her shoulder and
ignoring the cum now dripping onto her sweater.
Dominique looked around. "I think we can go the same way we came
in. Take it easy, though."
They maneuvered through the halls, down the stairs, and finally
through the back door into the night. No one seemed to be
guarding the yard in the back. They went to the side, navigating
around the house to the empty side area and finally off the
grounds.
It was nearly half an hour of walking before they arrived at the
abandoned house they'd been hiding in.

"I can't believe we pulled it off," Dominique breathed as Hasma
set Kyrie on the bed. "The plan, I mean."
"We were lucky," Hasma said monotonously, staring down at Kyrie.
The cum had stopped leaking out of her and her eyes were now
closed.
"Yeah," Dominique agreed, sitting on the bed and looking at Kyrie
too. "Though... I wish we could have saved Kyrie from... you
know."
Hasma nodded. "I'm going to look around, make sure no one
followed us. Watch her."
"Okay," Dominique said, and Hasma went outside.
Dominique looked at Kyrie for a while, then she reached over and
wiped the cum on her legs off. Hasma's sweater also still had cum
on it, but they didn't have any other clothes to change into,
much less to offer Kyrie.
Dominique realized that Kyrie was shivering. It was a cold night,
after all. Dominique wiped the cum off on the butt of her pants
moved onto the bed to hug Kyrie.
"It'll be okay," Dominique told her. "We escaped."
Kyrie stirred and opened her eyes.
"Kyrie?" Dominique raised her head. "Are you okay?"
"Dominique," Kyrie whispered, then she pulled Dominique to her
and hugged her tightly.
"It's okay," Dominique said, running her hand through Kyrie's
hair. "We're safe now."
"You... took me away?" Kyrie asked, looking around warily.
"That's right," Dominique said. "Me and Hasma."
Kyrie turned to Dominique and stared at her, evidently
thoughtful. Then she smiled and hugged her again. "I missed you
two."
"We missed you too," Dominique murmured, then started.
Kyrie was leaning toward her with her eyes closed and lips
pursed, as if to kiss her on the lips. Dominique hesitated, then
decided that Kyrie was probably feeling emotionally fragile right
now and accepted the kiss.
Kyrie's lips were very soft, so much that Dominique lost herself
in the kiss for a moment. Then she felt Kyrie's tongue and backed
away, alarmed.
"K-Kyrie," Dominique stammered.
Kyrie looked at her, a smile playing on her lips, then giggled
childishly. "I love you, Dominique."
"I... I love you too," Dominique replied. "But not like..."
"I was playing a joke on you," Kyrie interrupted, smirking.
"Oh," Dominique said, embarrassed. She wasn't sure whether it
made sense for Kyrie to be in a joking mood right now, but then
she hadn't been through what Kyrie had.
"You're awake." Dominique turned to see that Hasma had returned,
the cum apparently cleaned off her sweater, though it still
looked wet and a little stained.
"Hi Hasma," Kyrie said, smiling at her.
"Are you all right?" Hasma asked, sitting on the other side of
the bed. "We were worried about you."
"Don't worry about me," Kyrie said, glancing at Dominique to
smile at her. "I'm with my sisters again."
"That's right," Hasma agreed, lying down to join Dominique and
Kyrie.
The rest of the night, the three of them recounted stories from
when they were younger, always avoiding the topic of what had
happened the past few days, until they all drifted to sleep.

When Dominique awoke, she was alone in the bed.
She looked around. Daylight drifted into the house through cracks
and windows, so she knew it was the next day. She heard a sound
like a floorboard creaking, which wouldn't be noteworthy except
that it seemed to be happening continuously.
Dominique got up and walked around the house, determining that
the sound was coming from inside.
As she approached another room of the house, the sound was at its
loudest.
Dominique opened the door, then stared.
It was another bedroom. On the bed were Kyrie and Hasma. Hasma's
sweater had been pulled up to reveal her tits, and her shorts and
tights had been pulled down to reveal her cunt. Kyrie had one leg
in the gap between Hasma's bottom clothes and pussy, and their
cunts were pressed together, wet and dripping onto Kyrie on the
bottom. They were rubbing against each other with such urgency
that the bed was making that continuous noise.
"Dominique," Kyrie said breathlessly. "Good morning."
Hasma, who hadn't noticed the door, suddenly stopped and looked
up. "Dominique?"
Dominique backed away from the door and ran back to the room
they'd slept in. She sat on it and looked at the floor, trying to
cope with the situation.

"Dominique?"
Dominique looked up to see Hasma, her clothes hastily back in
place and wet with sweat.
"How could you?" Dominique whispered. "She's your sister!"
"I... I know," Hasma mumbled. "It's... it's just... she wanted
it."
Dominique looked back at the floor.
"Sometimes," Hasma went on, moving toward her, "we just feel
really... lonely. And doing certain things helps make the feeling
go away. It makes you feel... safer. Happier."
"I don't know what to think," Dominique said, shutting her eyes.
"I... don't know."
She felt Hasma sit next to her and wrap an arm around her.
"If it makes you uncomfortable," Hasma said, "I'll tell Kyrie I
won't do it again."
"I... I don't want to make you stop... if that's what you want."
"I want you to be happy," Hasma said, hugging her. "I want Kyrie
to be happy too, and that was why I did it."
Dominique nodded, still looking down. "I understand. I... I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to make it such a big deal."
"No hard feelings," Hasma promised, kissing her cheek. "I know
how to make it up to you."
"How's that?" Dominique asked, turning to look at her.
Then Hasma suddenly kissed her hard on the lips, and the hand
hugging her reached under her shirt and squeezed a boob.
Taken by surprise, it took Dominique a moment to struggle, but
she was awkwardly positioned and could not escape. Hasma forced
her tongue into her mouth, and Dominique tasted a faint salty
flavor.
"Relax," someone said. It took Dominique a moment to realize it
was Kyrie. "Just calm down."
Then Kyrie was kneeling at Dominique's feet, untying the strings
of her bikini jeans and pulling them low enough to reveal her
pussy. Immediately, Kyrie's mouth latched onto Dominique's cunt,
and she moaned into Hasma's hungry mouth.
Dominique couldn't bear it, and it didn't take long until she
writhed violently as the orgasm shook her entire body. Yet Kyrie
continued sucking and licking Dominique's cunt. Hasma backed
away, breathing heavily.
"Dominique," she murmured, "you're blushing. That's so cute."
"Hasma..." Dominique whispered, feeling powerless. "Please
stop..."
Hasma bent to Dominique's neck and started to suck on it, and
Dominique moaned in response.
She felt Kyrie pull away from her wet pussy, then.
"Hasma," Kyrie said, "you should try this pussy."
"Mm," Hasma moaned into Dominique's neck. She moved away to kiss
Dominique again before letting go of her. Hasma then went to her
knees in front of Dominique's exposed pussy.
Dominique was then forced on her back by Kyrie, who had come
around to the other side of the bed and was grasping Dominique's
wrists.
"We love you, Dominique," Kyrie said over her. She dripped pussy
juice from her mouth onto Dominique's face as she talked. "Don't
you love us?"
"Kyrie..." Dominique murmured, then moaned as Hasma started
sucking her clit.
Kyrie smiled down at her, then crawled over her onto the bed and
pressed her wet cunt against Dominique's mouth.
"Love me, Dominique," Kyrie moaned, gripping Dominique's breasts
and rubbing against her mouth.
Dominique, the fight now out of her, opened her mouth and licked
Kyrie's cunt as she lost herself in the overwhelming desire to
give in.
She felt Kyrie orgasm on her face, and then she felt her own body
shudder against Hasma's mouth.
Then she heard the sound of a door opening and closing from
elsewhere in the house.
"Ah," Kyrie sighed, still rubbing herself on Dominique. "Finally,
he's here."
Hasma had pulled away now, and Dominique struggled to look around
Kyrie's cunt and legs, but could not see the person enter the
room.
"Good morning, Master," Kyrie said, suddenly leaking far more
pussy juice onto Dominique than earlier. "I'm glad you decided to
come."
"I... I don't know if I'm ready..." Hasma was saying, then
suddenly there was a ripping sound and Hasma was screaming.
Kyrie moved herself off of Dominique's face, then, and pushed her
upright on the bed, hugging her tightly from behind.
Dominique could now see the Master, who had torn through Hasma's
tights, shorts, and cunt with his giant cock. He was holding
Hasma's sides and moving her up and down on his cock, her stomach
bulging each time she went down. Blood was dripping down Hasma's
shorts and tights and onto the floor, and Hasma was trying to
push against the Master's arms in vain.
"Hasma..." Dominique whispered, her eyes fixed on the scene.
"It always hurts when it goes in," Kyrie mumbled into Dominique's
ear as she massaged one of her breasts. "But it's also the best
thing you'll ever feel in your life. That orgasm you just had was
nothing."
Hasma's screams had died down, and now she was moaning as the
Master's cock went into her. Her resisting arms now went limp.
Then the Master pulled her down onto his cock and stopped.
Hasma's stomach bulged more and a steady flow of cum dripped out
of her. The Master then pulled her off his cock suddenly and
flipped her around in the air before shoving his cock into her
gaping mouth. Her throat bulged and she was filled with cum from
his still-cumming cock.
After a while, the Master took Hasma off his cock and dropped her
on the bed. From both ends, cum leaked out of Hasma's body.

"It's your turn now," Kyrie said, releasing Dominique and getting
off the bed.
Dominique could only stare as the Master's cock loomed in front
of her.
Then he suddenly picked her up and set her wet cunt against his
cock.
"Wait, please, no," Dominique whimpered.
Unheeding, the Master thrust into her, and Dominique shrieked as
she was overwhelmed by the blinding pain and passed out.
When Dominique came to, the Master was still fucking her cunt.
She was lying on the bed now, and she saw that Kyrie was at the
base of the Master's cock. Kyrie was straddling the cock, her
pussy drippng pussy juice on it, while she embraced the Master
and kissed him. Then Dominique's view was suddenly blocked by
Hasma, who was crawling on top of Dominique. Hasma's cum-filled
cunt dripped all over Dominique's face and she felt Hasma's
tongue on her clit.
Hasma then set her cunt on Dominique's mouth, and Dominique began
to drink the cum pouring out of it.
When the Master's cock started twitching, Dominique didn't even
try resisting. The cum started pumping into her and it felt like
she was being inflated by it. She could feel Hasma desperately
trying to drink the cum that leaked out of her.
Dominique could no longer tell how much time was passing, but it
seemed like a long time before the Master was done pumping his
cum into her.
But he didn't pull out when he was done, instead he stayed there
for a moment before Dominique felt him twitch again. This time
something else flowed into her, more liquid and quick.
He wasn't finished when he pulled out, and a golden fluid sprayed
onto Dominique and Hasma.

Afterward, Dominique heard Kyrie shriek and moan, and the Master
walked into view with Kyrie impaled on his cock.
"I'm... going back with the Master," Kyrie managed, rubbing the
bulge in her stomach. "You two should... come too, if you
want..."
Then the Master left with Kyrie, leaving Hasma and Dominique
alone.
They sucked the fluids out of each other's cunts and spent some
time licking each other to relative cleanness. Then, without a
word, they both left the house, holding hands, in the direction
of the Master's house.