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 Poor Pupsiie (Robert's New Toy) Robert 4_1

   As the file name indicates, this story is part of the Robert series. 
Robert and his sister are on the road and Robert tries to train his first
slave from scratch.  At the same time, he continues to train his sister as
well.  You will also find various updates on characters from prior stories.
While I wrote this story to stand alone, you will probably enjoy it more if
you read the prior stories first.

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   By The Devil's Advocate

   1.

   Being on the run started out pretty exciting.  Okay, "on the run" may
not be the best term considering I didn't really feel anyone was actually
after me.  It's not like my father who probably had half the law
enforcement in the country looking for him.

   I guess "extended vacation" would be a better term for what I was doing.
If you read my last story then you know that I basically packed up my bags
and hit the road.  It sounds pretty simple but it wasn't.  First I had to
make "arrangements" for relatives that might miss me.  I also had to create
a new identity for myself; and my sister, who I brought along as well.

   My sister and I have only been on the road for about 3 months now but it
seems to have been much longer.  I guess the excitement of it as well as
getting to know relatively new areas just has a way of making time go by
slower.  That was fine by me though, considering how much fun I had on a
daily basis.

   Just because we are on the road, however, doesn't mean I've severed all
contacts with back home.  As I said before, I had to make certain
"arrangements" for the family members that might miss me while my sister
and I were gone.  To put it bluntly, I had them enslaved by others.

   If you read some of my prior stories you will see that what I did really
wasn't that bad a thing.  It's not like they didn't have experience in that
area already anyway.  It is very possible I could have left town with sis
and they would have never called the cops or anything.  However, I just
don't think they would have been as happy on their own.  To leave them
without a master or mistress to order them around just seemed cruel to me.
I'm no idiot, I'm sure they don't feel that way right now.  Some day they
will understand though, I'm sure of it.

   Anyway, once a week their new masters send me emails containing photos
and links to videos.  I guess you can say this is my way of staying in
touch with the rest of my family.  It also allows me to ensure they are
being taken care of properly.

   Before you judge me too harshly, I would like to point out that it's
actually only two members of my family that are being enslaved by others.
Well, only two that I arranged anyway.

   First, there is my Uncle Jay.  He was easy to take care of.  I found out
my grandfather had sexually abused Uncle Jay many years ago.  So, I tracked
down my drunken grandfather and arranged a family reunion for the two.  I
may not be gay but it still gets my dick hard watching those weekly clips
of my grandfather putting Uncle Jay through his paces.

   The other person, of course, was my mother.  A couple on a remote farm
in Colorado is keeping her.  You will have to read my prior stories if you
want to find out how I arranged that.  These clips are a bit harder for me
to watch.  The couple have a grudge against my mother and are definitely
not taking it easy on her.  I gave them some pretty strict guidelines on
what they can and can't do to her, but they push those limits to the max.

   My mother (Karen) cried and begged during the first few weeks.  However,
the more recent videos show her a bit more docile.  I think she is finally
accepting her new life on the farm.  I know eventually she will come to
realize that this is all in her best interests.  But until then, it always
makes me sad watching the videos knowing she probably hates me right now.

   The only other family member that might notice me gone is my
grandmother. However, she has been in the nut farm (mental hospital) for
years now.  Even if she started asking questions the nurses would just pump
her up with more meds.

   With the above in mind you probably will be able to keep up with most of
this story.  But if you find you are having problems then you might want to
read a few of my past stories.

   2.

   When we left home, my first instinct was to head somewhere we had never
been before.  For example, winter was just around the corner and it would
have been nice to go somewhere warm.  However, I thought it best to get my
feet wet by going to a location that was not completely new to me.  So, I
decided to go back to Topeka, KS.

   This seemed the perfect place to start.  I had only been here for a few
days in the past, so it was still pretty new to me.  I also had a safe
place to stay there also; my Uncle David's house.

   "How long would it take you to set up another chain and leg restraint on
the bed?" I ask David.

   David lived in a 3-bedroom house but he knew exactly what bed I was
talking about.  It was the same bed he currently had his younger brother
Joey chained too.

   A very sick smile appeared on David's face as he glanced toward the
living room where my 11-year-old sister, Linda, was watching cartoons.  We
were sitting in the kitchen and had no direct view of the living room, but
it was clear to me why he had instinctively glanced that way.

   I felt like punching the fucker in the face.  Like I would let this
faggot get his hands on Linda.

   "How long?!" I asked again.

   "Not long, master," he quickly replied.  "Maybe an hour at most."

   "Well, get to it," I ordered.

   David was exceedingly well trained.  However, that training had been
done many years ago and by someone other than myself.  So, while it was
very possible he would not cause any troubles, it was a risk I was not
willing to take.  Especially considering that if he did cause problems they
would most likely be very big problems.  I'm sure there are proper medical
terms for it, but in my book David is what I like to call a "very sick
fuck".  The last thing I wanted was to end up chained to a piece of his
furniture.

   True to his word, David had the leg chain in place within an hour.  He
gave me a very worried look when I asked him to demonstrate it for me.  He
only hesitated for a sec, but during that second I could tell he had
figured out that the chain was for him and not my sister.  He cried a
little, but he obeyed and secured his leg to the chain.

   "Don't worry, I'll let you loose in a few months," I assured him.  "Your
job during that time will be very simple.  You are to ensure that no sounds
come from this room while we are in the house."

   "Without killing or injuring Joey," I added.

   If you think that last part wasn't necessary for me to say, then you
don't know David.  This sick fuck has had his younger brother Joey chained
to that bed for over 11 years now.  I can only imagine the vile things he
has done to Joey during that time.  The very fact that he has been feeding
him virtually nothing but shit, piss and cum should give you a good idea as
well.

   While David deserved to have the same treatment done to him, I just
couldn't see myself ever doing such disgusting things to another human
being.  So, each day I would empty their bedpans and then make sure they
got fresh water and food.  Okay, it was dog food but it was still star
treatment compared to what David deserved and what Joey was used to.

   The only computer in the house was located in the same bedroom.  This
worked out great since I didn't want Linda seeing all the photos and video
clips of her mother and uncle.  And she knew damned well not to enter that
bedroom.  I didn't want her to see what was in that room, but I'm sure that
at some point she probably snuck a peak inside.  I always took extra care,
however, to make sure she was occupied elsewhere whenever I looked at the
clips.  Some day I would show her these videos, but she wasn't ready for
that yet.

   I didn't want life to get too boring for David and Joey, so I would give
them games to play from time to time.

   "Spit" was one of the games I had them play most often.  "Spit" took two
days to play.  On day one I would tie one of them down to the bed.  Then,
for the next 24 hours it was the other one's job to get as much cum out of
them as possible.  To make it more interesting, I would secure that
person's hands to the sides of the bed.  This way, the only way they could
make the other one cum was by sucking them off.  They had a large bowl that
they would then spit the cum into.  After 24 hours their roles would then
be reversed.  Whoever collected the most cum won.

   It wasn't a completely offensive game, however.  As a defense, the
person tied to the bed could not only try to keep from cumming but could
also piss.  Too much piss or spit in the bowl or on the bed meant a penalty
in the estimate of cum that was collected.  Thus, the only counter to this
defensive measure was for the other one to drink as much of the piss as
possible as it spewed out.

   The prize for winning varied.  Sometimes it was something very simple,
like letting them eat normal food for a day.  It really depended on what
kind of mood I was in at the time.  For example, a few times the winner got
nothing...  but the loser got the belt.  Once I even let the winner get my
dick up their ass.  Believe it or not, they both actually thought of that
as a reward.  I only ever did it once though; with them wanting it so much
it just seemed too faggy to me.

   I had David call his boss to quit his job of course.  Last thing I
needed was the boss stopping by to figure out what was going on.  I had
access to plenty of money so that wasn't a concern.  David didn't have that
much of a skill set so I knew he would probably have trouble finding a new
job once I let him free.  Like I really gave a shit.  He sucked a mean
cock, I guess he could always look for work doing that.

   My goal was to never stay in one place for more than 6 months.  For this
trip, however, I had an especially high goal of only 3 to 4 months.  I
wanted to really push myself this first time to see what I was capable of.
However, I did have my doubts on whether I would be successful.

   Part of my problem is that I'm still pretty new at this.  I have a few
sex slaves but this is the first time that I've ever really enslaved
someone on my own.  Like Uncle David, my mom and Uncle Jay were already
trained by my father long before I was even born.

   A 20-year-old girl named Sandra was the first and only person I've
actually trained from scratch.  But even she had been kept captive in a
cage for almost a year before I came into the picture.  And the entire time
I was training her I was being "supervised" by a woman named Vee who had
trained Sandra's younger sister, Jane.

   Technically, I guess you can say I'm training my sister, Linda.  But I
don't really feel that she counts.  I want to keep her with me a very long
time so I want her training to be perfect.  As such, I expect that her
training could go on for years.

   No, Topeka would be the first place I really put my training skills to
the test.  Before I even left Colorado I knew exactly who that first slave
would be also.  Her name is Pupsiie.  I had met her several months back
during my first trip to Topeka.

   Like my sister, Pupsiie is 11 years old and very cute.  Despite having a
fucked up name, Pupsiie looks like an angel sent from heaven.  While her
body is still pretty undeveloped, her face simply glows with perfection. 
She has long blonde hair, slender body and a nice arch to her back that you
seldom see in a girl her age.

   Of course, looks can be deceiving.  She may look and talk like an angel
but the first time I met her it had only taken me a few minutes to get her
panties off.  She acted like she didn't like what was happening to her but
it was clear she really did.  I didn't fuck her of course.  I didn't even
bust her cherry.  I just played with her a little bit and made her jack my
cock off.

   Before letting her go, however, I managed to swipe her library card
while she wasn't looking.  It had her first and last name on it, as well as
a mailing address.  After getting Uncle David secured, sis and I went for a
ride to find Pupsiie's house.

   I was both pleased and shocked when we finally found it.  She lived in a
trailer park.  Not in a million years would I have guessed Pupsiie to be
trailer trash.  Though, it did help explain why it only took me a few
minutes to get her panties off.  I guess I was just shocked because Pupsiie
seemed well educated.  In fact, she had told me her mom home schooled her.
That, plus the fact that she was wearing nice clothing gave me the
impression she was from a rich family or something.  I've never been in a
trailer park before though, maybe TV has just given me a misperception of
what types of people live there.

   There were several options available to me in regards to enslaving
Pupsiie.  I didn't know for sure how long my father normally took to
enslave someone.  I had his video collection but even with the dates it was
hard to tell how long he had been working with each "subject" before
actually getting his dick in them.  The only slave I did know about in
detail was my mother.  For her, my father had taken close to two years.  It
may have only taken him about a year to get his dick up my Uncle Jay's ass,
but my information in regards to my uncle was sketchy at best.

   Anyway, if I was going to create a new slave every 6 months then I was
going to have to be better than my father ever was.

   With that in mind, I now know that I probably picked the absolute worst
approach for Pupsiie.  The best way would have been for me to just approach
her, take her back to Uncle David's house, and start training her.  I mean,
I already knew how far I could push her.  I also already knew she probably
wouldn't tell her parents or anything.  So, why didn't I just do that?

   Good question.  Maybe I was just too scared to take the chance.  I'm
sure that was part of it.  But I think the main reason was that I wanted to
make it more interesting than that.  So, I brought sis into the game.

   3.

   In past stories I'm sure most got the impression that my sister was an
innocent little girl.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  Sure, at
first she refused to help me enslave Pupsiie.  However, Linda jumped right
on board once I told her it was either Pupsiie's cunt or hers that I was
going to fuck in the next few months.

   Linda isn't stupid.  She knows that I am going to fuck her one of these
days anyway.  Yet, she would rather sacrifice Pupsiie just to buy herself a
little extra time.  Innocent?  I think not.

   Ever since having mom get Linda's cherry out of the way, I have been
putting sis's pussy into full training.  She has a dildo stuck up that twat
almost 24/7 now.  Every few weeks I give her a slightly bigger one to work
with.

   Had she actually called my bluff I would have pulled her pants down and
slowly started pushing my dick in her.  Despite her pussy training, she is
still only up to the 7-inch long dildo that is about 1-inch in diameter. 
The pain would be so great for her that I'm sure she would change her mind
before I even got the tip of my dick in her.

   None of that was necessary though.  The second I made the threat her
eyes got big as saucers and she was practically begging to help me enslave
Pupsiie.

   The first thing I did was set Linda up with a hidden camera.  I placed
it in her purse, just like I had done with my mother in the past.  Linda's
purse was tiny in comparison to my mom's though.  It would have taken up
all the space in her purse to fit even my smallest camera in there.  So, I
went with just a miniature lens and microphone connected to a transmitter.

   The transmitter was small and only good for about half a block. 
However, that was more than enough for this situation.  It wasn't like the
two were going to be driving around the city or something in a car. 
Chances are they would never leave the trailer.  And if they did, the only
place in reasonable walking distance was a playground located in the middle
of the trailer park.

   The plan was to have Linda befriend Pupsiie on the playground.  However,
Pupsiie didn't seem to ever leave the trailer.  Sis spent three fucking
days playing in that park before Pupsiie finally came out to play.  Winter
wasn't far away and the weather was a bit nippy at times.  So, I guess we
were lucky Pupsiie came out at all.

   Pupsiie didn't seem to like being out in the cold, but I think she was
starving for someone to talk and play with.  I almost felt sorry for the
poor girl.  I'm sure her mom meant well, but home schooling her in a
trailer park in the middle of no where meant Pupsiie didn't get to interact
with other kids that often.

   "Pupsiie?" Linda said after Pupsiie introduced herself.  "That's a cool
name.  Is that Chinese?"

   I think Pupsiie fell in love with Linda that very instant.  Everyone
always made fun of her name and not even adults had ever guessed its origin
so accurately.  Of course, Linda was only telling her what I had
instructed.

   "Do you want to come to my trailer and play?" Linda asked.  We didn't
have a trailer to go to of course.  But it wasn't much of a risk.  During
our three days there I had found out a few things about Pupsiie.  She lived
alone with her mother.  Her mother, who I later found out was named
"Grace", worked six days a week.  She would work all day long and then home
school Pupsiie at night.  Personally, if I was her I would have just sent
the brat to a regular school.  It would have saved her a ton of headaches.

   "I have to be getting home," Pupsiie said as she looked at her watch.

   I knew exactly why she was looking at her watch.  I already had a tap on
their phone line and knew her mom called her every hour on the hour to make
sure she was okay.  My guess is that there would be hell to pay if her mom
called and no one answered.

   "You can come to my trailer if you want," Pupsiie then offered.

   Pupsiie almost cried with joy when Linda accepted.  This kid was going
to be easier than I thought.  And I owed it all to her mom.  She gave her
daughter a fucked up name and home schooled her in a trailer park.  Pupsiie
was so starved for attention that it almost seemed as though Grace had been
intentionally prepping her daughter to be my sex slave.

   Per my instructions, Linda took it easy the first few days.  They mainly
played games and watched TV in the trailer.  Linda even helped Pupsiie with
her studies a couple times.

   Me, I was going fucking nuts.  I had the receiver for the camera in the
car with me but nothing exciting was going on yet.  So, it was like
watching a very boring TV show.

   After two days of this shit I decided to place the receiver in Uncle
David's car and just keep it parked in the visitor parking lot 24/7.  It
was a pain in the ass getting it there though.  I had to drive it there,
then catch a cab back home.  It also meant having to go to the trailer park
each night to not only replace the tapes and batteries, but also to move
the vehicle to a different parking spot.

   Around day four the tapes started to become a little more interesting.
It was then that Linda started working sex into their conversations. 
Pupsiie kept quiet on the subject until Linda confessed her first sexual
experience.  Linda's story was completely fabricated of course.  But Linda
knew what a cock looked like and what it felt like to have an orgasm with
something stuck up her cunt.  So, she had no problem giving explicit
details on her fake romantic encounter with the opposite sex.

   As I suspected, Pupsiie's experience with me several months back was her
first and only time with a boy.  It was funny listening to Pupsiie talk
about our encounter.  First, she talked as though it was completely
consensual.  Then, she played it up like it was very romantic.  About the
only parts that seemed to stay the same was the location and the size of my
dick.  A few of the other details stayed the same also.  But she definitely
left out the more humiliating parts like when I made her lick her pussy
juice off my finger and how I made her clean my cum off the floor with her
panties and then put them back on.

   Even the low-resolution hidden lens was able to pick up Pupsiie's deep
blush as she relived the encounter with Linda.

   "Did you get to taste his cum?" Linda asked with a smile.

   "No!" Pupsiie said as she made a puckered up face in revulsion.

   Pupsiie looked at Linda's smiling face for a moment before she realized
Linda didn't mean the question as a joke.

   "H...have you done that?" Pupsiie finally whispered.

   "Of course silly," Linda laughed.  "I did that for weeks before I
finally let him fuck me."

   Pupsiie was at a loss for words.  She was both grossed out and amazed at
Linda's confession.  She knew that girls did that with boys sometimes, but
she would have never guessed a girl her own age would be so experienced.

   For days following that, Pupsiie had no end of questions for Linda in
regards to sex.  The two biggest questions she would ask related to how big
the man was and how much it had hurt.  These questions I had prepared Linda
for.  However, there was one question that I hadn't even thought about. 
Pupsiie seemed to be very curious what Linda's pussy looked like now that
she had been fucked.  She didn't ask to see it.  She just kept asking Linda
if it looked or felt any different than before.

   This last question actually came up a few times.  Linda didn't know what
to say so she avoided the question the best she could.  I'm guessing the
question wasn't that normal because I don't think Linda actually knew what
her pussy now looked like without her cherry.  She probably never thought
to get a hand mirror to check it out.

   The two met in Pupsiie's trailer for a week before I ordered Linda to
proceed to the next level.  Linda cried all night that night.  I think she
had actually come to like Pupsiie as a friend.  Listening to Linda cry over
what she was going to have to do to her friend made my dick hard as a rock.


   I was so hard that I actually thought about fucking one of my uncles
again.  But, it was Linda's tears that had gotten me hard, so it only
seemed right that I give her my load.

   As I approached Linda's room I could tell her tears were finally drying
up.  She seemed to be moaning and sniffing more than anything else.  She
was not allowed to close her door without permission, so I had to be extra
quiet as I approached her room.  I would make my presence known soon
enough, but for now I just wanted to watch her for a moment.

   When I glanced into her room I almost decided to jack off right there
and then.  She was curled up on her bed sucking her thumb as she whimpered.
All she was wearing was a pair of white cotton panties.  This was all that
she was allowed to wear while in the house.  She had a very adorable pussy,
but for some reason it turned me on even more to see her in those panties.
I was pleased to see that she had remembered to obey the rule about not
getting under her covers until given permission.  This gave me a nice view
of her semi-naked body.

   She knew I often peaked in on her so she made it a point to always lie
with her back to the door.  This was fine with me though.  If she were
facing the door then she would know whenever I was standing there.  It
turned me on watching her when she wasn't aware.  Especially now that she
was in such a vulnerable state.

   I could tell she didn't know I was there because she was still sucking
her thumb.  She always pulled her thumb out of her mouth whenever she knew
I was watching.  One reason was because I always made fun of her.  In my
opinion she was way too old to still be sucking her thumb.  Another reason
is because despite how much fun I make of her about it, she knew it turned
me on to watch her suck that thumb.  And she knows that every time I get
turned on I'm going to play sex games with her.

   Our games are pretty tame compared to what they will be in a year or two
from now.  Normally, I just make her play with some dildos while I jack off
in front of her.  We have done this dozens of times already but she still
turns bright red with embarrassment each time we do it.

   Her body made a small jerk as the hardwood floor creaked under my foot.
She didn't turn to face me but I knew my stealth approach had been blown.
She stopped sucking her thumb and moved her hand down to cover her breasts.
I could also see the back of her neck turning red with embarrassment.

   You would think she would stop blushing after being naked in front of me
for so long.  She probably would have had I not told her how much her
blushing turns me on.  This little bit of information was her downfall in
this area.  If she even started to blush she would get embarrassed with the
knowledge that the blush would turn me on.  This in turn would make her
blush even further.  It was a cascade effect.

   She shivered as I reached out my hand and let it slide up and down her
bare leg.  She didn't turn to face me until I brought my hand to her
panties and started to play with her butt.  I let out a small laugh.  I let
her know a few weeks back that her asshole was probably going to be the
first thing I fuck.  Ever since that day she has made it a point to keep
her rear end away from my hand and dick.

   As she turned to face me I saw her start to suck her thumb again.  She
caught herself, however, and quickly brought her hand back down to her
chest.  Her nose and the skin around her eyes was red and slightly puffed
up from her crying.  This only seemed to add to her beauty.

   "Take them off," I ordered.

   For a moment, the expression on her face gave me the impression she
might refuse or start begging.  All I had to do, however, was glance over
at the leather belt hanging from a nail near the doorway.  Her eyes got big
when she seen me look that direction.  She got those panties off so fast
that you would have sworn they were on fire.

   Up until that point, I hadn't really decided what I was going to do to
her.  But then something came to mind that would help her get over this
sadness she seemed to be feeling for her new friend.

   I grabbed one of her ankles with my right hand and pulled her until her
but reached the edge of the bed.  I then used my left hand to grab her
other ankle.  I'm rather strong and it didn't take much effort to force her
knees down toward her chest.  I did it so fast that she didn't even have
time to resist.

   However, she started to put up a fight once she seen how this new angle
gave me easy access to her.  Both her pussy and asshole were staring right
up at me.

   "Do I have to get the fucking belt?" I growled.

   She stopped fighting but I could tell she still had a lot of fight left
in her if I were to try to stick my dick in her.  She dreaded the belt, but
I know she would prefer it over being stuffed with my large dick.

   As I looked down at her holes, I noticed that neither one of them were
currently stuffed.  I made a mental note to punish her later for that.  She
knew darn well that she was to always have something in one of her holes
unless I told her otherwise.

   I swung my hip in a semi circle.  In doing so, my dick slid over her
left hip and came to rest between her legs.  Linda looked at it in horror.
My dick was so big in comparison to her body that it not only covered her
pussy but her bellybutton as well.

   "Just think what that would feel like up inside you," I laughed.  "It's
almost as long as your forearm."

   She was too scared to beg.  She just stared up at my dick as it leaked
precum all over her chest and upper stomach.

   I slowly started sawing it back and forth.  Despite her fear, I could
tell she was starting to juice up a little.  It wasn't long and I was
sliding almost the full length of my dick back and forth across her slit. I
could feel her wet tiny cunt lips kissing the bottom of my dick.

   "Stick your thumb in your pussy," I moaned.

   She gladly obeyed; anything to block my dick from going inside her.  She
had to struggle a little with the weight of my dick in order to get her
thumb inside herself.  She was already up to a 1-inch thick dildo so I knew
her tiny thumb wasn't going to hurt her any.  If anything, it probably was
enjoyable for her.

   "Okay, I know you are feeling bad about Pupsiie," I whispered once she
had her thumb inside herself.  "So, I'm going to leave it up to you.  If
you want to spare Pupsiie then all you have to do is remove your thumb from
your pussy, grab my dick and point it towards your pussy.  Now, if you
don't want to spare Pupsiie then I want you to remove your thumb and stick
it in your mouth and suck on it."

   Linda didn't bother to ask why I was threatening to fuck her pussy and
not her ass like I had in the past.  For her, neither hole was really an
option.  Slowly, she pulled her hand out from under my dick and brought it
toward her face.

   Her face scrunched up in disgust for an instant as she reluctantly stuck
her thumb into her mouth.  I have no clue why she was making faces.  It's
not like the taste of pussy was new to her.

   I started sawing my dick across her cunt again as I watched her suck at
her thumb.

   "That's right, pretend that is Pupsiie you are tasting," I whispered to
her.  "It won't be long and you two will be tasting each other on a regular
basis."

   Sis put on a good show of innocence, but I could tell she was starting
to raise her pelvis up slightly to make better contact with the bottom of
my dick.  She had dildos and plugs stuck up her so often these days that it
must have felt very sensual to simply have my soft, warm flesh gliding back
and forth over her holes.

   I couldn't tell if she was getting near her climax or not.  However, I
could tell I certainly was.  For a moment I thought about shooting my load
all over Linda's chest and face.  In fact, that is almost what I did. 
However, that option seemed too obvious even to Linda.  So, I decided to
give her a little surprise.

   When my climax got real close I took both of her ankles in one of my
hands and used the other to jack on my cock.  Linda closed her eyes tight
in preparation.  However, an instant before I shot my load I quickly angled
my dick down until the head was pointed at her pussy.  I then sealed the
tip of my dick against her pussy and shot my load up her cunt.

   Linda let out what sounded to be a gasp and moan mixed together.  At the
same time, I felt her hump up against the tip of my dick.  If I didn't know
better than I would have sworn she was trying to get my dick inside her. 
The look on her face was of shock, disgust and embarrassment.  I couldn't
tell if she had just climaxed or if it had just been a muscle spasm of some
kind.

   "Open your mouth," I instructed.

   Once she had her mouth open I quickly pushed her knees down until they
were next to her head.  This brought her cunt and ass up over her face. 
With the head of my dick no longer blocking the passage, the cum started to
pour out of her cunt and down onto her face.  Linda quickly closed her
mouth, but not before a large glob of cum went in.  She quickly spit it out
through her now tightly closed lips.

   "Don't you fucking dare," I warned her as she started to raise her hands
to block the cum that was still dripping onto her face.

   As she let her hands drop back to the bed, I let one of my own hands
reach down and then under her mattress where I had a leather paddle hidden.
Well, I guess you can't say it was "hidden" since Linda knew it was there.
It was always there in case I got the sudden urge, like now, to administer
a small punishment.  I don't think Linda got much sleep knowing that paddle
was under her mattress.  She hated that paddle almost as much as she did
the belt.

   Me, I loved the paddle.  It was only about a foot long, including the
handle.  It was also only about 3 inches at its widest point.  As such, it
definitely wasn't the most painful tool I had available.  However, I
preferred it for two reasons.  One reason was because it was so easy to
use. I didn't need to stand back to use it or anything like that.  The main
reason I liked it, however, was that it had the word "SLUT" deeply pressed
into the leather.  As a result, every time I hit Linda with it the word
would show up on her skin.  Sometimes I would even make a game out of it to
see how many times I could write the word on her without the imprints
overlapping.

   "Did I say you could close your mouth?" I asked.  "That's okay, you had
some punishment coming to you anyway for forgetting to plug your holes."

   She started to open her eyes to see what was going to happen, but the
cum pooled there must have stung because her eyes scrunched real tight.

   "MMMPH!" Linda moaned real loud as the paddle slapped hard against her
upturned ass.

   She raised her hands for an instant to protect herself, but then quickly
dropped them back to the bed.  She knew that blocking the blows would just
get her extra hits.  Instead, I felt her body tense up in preparation for
the next hit.  That hit didn't come, however.  Instead, I glanced down at
her cum covered pussy and face.  I then smiled as a wicked thought came to
me.

   "This must be your luck day," I told her.  "I'm going to let you decide
how many hits I should administer.  I'm going to give you one hit every 10
seconds until you have cleaned all that cum off yourself.  You do
understand how I expect you to clean yourself, right?"

   I could see tears begin to squeeze out from behind her tightly closed
eyes.  I had only ever made her eat cum a couple times in the past, and
even then it was a very small amount; never a full load.  She understood
what was expected, however, and slowly nodded her head.

   While she might have understood what I wanted her to do, she still
didn't want to do it.  She held her ground for almost two minutes. 
However, when the paddle landed on her ass for the 10th time she let out a
moan in defeat and opened her mouth.  She then used her fingers to slowly
gather the cum and feed it to herself.

   Her ass must have really been burning because around the 4-minute mark
she started to really pick up the pace.  My dick started to get hard again
as I watched her stuffing her mouth with the cum.  She had a full mouth
full of it by the time she was done cleaning her face off.  She then
reluctantly closed her mouth and swallowed it.  For a moment she looked
like she might throw up.  But she finally got her stomach under control. 
She then opened her mouth wide to show me she had swallowed it all.

   "Ow!" she complained as I brought the paddle down on her ass again.  "I
cleaned it all!"

   "No you didn't," I told her.

   She let out a groan when she managed to open her eyes to see what I was
talking about.  She still had cum in and around her cunt.  She begged me
with her eyes but I ignored her pleading and brought the paddle down on her
yet again.

   She quickly reached up and slid her fingers across her cunt in order to
gather all the cum.  She then brought it to her mouth and sucked it off. 
Again, she looked like she was going to be sick but managed to get herself
under control.

   "That's a good girl," I whispered to her.  "You deserve a reward for
that."

   She put on her best smile, but it was clear she wasn't happy.  She knew
my rewards were never really "rewards".  But, she also knew that if she
didn't act happy about receiving the reward then things would just get
exponentially worse for her.

   The paddle's handle was designed to double as a small dildo.  I turned
the paddle in my hand until the handle was pointed at her cunt and then
slowly inserted it into her.  I then slowly worked it in and out of her
cunt.  She must have had a lot of cum up inside her still because I could
hear it sloshing around some.  I fucked her with the handle for almost five
minutes until it looked like she was starting to get aroused again.  I
wasn't sure if she could cum in this awkward position or not, but it didn't
matter.  I wanted to put her to bed high and dry so she would be well
primed the next day with Pupsiie.

   As her excitement grew, I quickly removed the paddle from her cunt and
stuck the cum-covered handle into her mouth.  As she sucked it clean I
grabbed my now aching dick and started jacking it; a few seconds later I
spewed another large load all over her chest and stomach.

   "You can get under your covers now," I informed her.

   In the past she has always begged to be allowed to clean herself off
before getting under the covers.  Not tonight though.  She jumped under the
covers faster than you could say "SLUT", which now happened to be imprinted
all over her ass cheeks.

   As I walked toward her door I wondered if she would masturbate while
wallowing around in the cum soaked bed sheets.  It wouldn't surprise me if
she did.  I caught her doing it once in the past.  She denied it but her
flushed cheeks gave her away.

   "Night sweetheart, I love you," I said as I turned off her light.

   It was a standard thing our mom always told us each night as she tucked
us into bed.  I wanted to make sis feel at home so I made sure I said it
each night also, regardless of how good or bad she had been that day.

   "I love you too," she whispered back.

   4.

   I locked my door that night.  I had pushed Linda further than I ever had
in the past.  To be honest, I thought I had gone way too far, too fast.  I
half expected her to come at me with a butcher knife in the middle of the
night.

   I also feared that she might run away.  I guess the logical thing to do
would have been to tie her up or something.  However, I was scared that
once I went down that road I would end up having to bind her all the time.
I would rather she run away than become some kind of bondage slave.  It's
not that I wanted her to run away; far from it.  I just didn't want her to
stay just because I made her.

   When I woke up the next morning I was glad to hear the cartoons playing
on the living room TV.

   I saw to my uncles' needs before going to find Linda.  I emptied their
bedpans and gave them a fresh bowl of water and dog food.  I had forgotten
to give them a game to play the day before and they looked a bit bored and
sad.  I felt pretty bad.  They were faggots, but they were people also.  It
was their responsibility to follow orders and it was mine to give those
orders.  I had been slack in my duties.

   I felt they deserved something new today to break the boredom.  It took
me a minute but I finally came up with a new game for them to play.  First,
I had them finish up their food and water, and then I had them get into a
69 and then tied them together.

   "This is going to be a completely different kind of game today," I
informed them.  "I'm going to leave you like this until tomorrow morning.
No reward will be given, only punishment.  If one of you pees then that
person will be punished.  The more pee, the worse the punishment.

   "That said, the only way I will know is if the pee gets on the bed.  So,
if one of you pees but the other drinks it instead of letting it spill to
the bed, then you won't get a punishment.  Keep in mind, you will not be
punished just because you didn't drink the pee.  Only the person peeing
gets punished.  However, you might think twice before letting that piss
escape your mouth...  after all, what do you think the other is going to do
when it's your time to piss?"

   I was laughing as I left the room.  I made a mental note to make them
drink a couple glasses of water every hour or so; just to spice up the game
a little.

   While I found it to be a comical game I also felt it might help build a
sort of team spirit between the two.  I was pretty certain that Uncle
Joey's training was already so fucked up that he would always have to be
chained to that bed.  However, after playing this game a few times maybe
David would take better care of his brother once I let him loose.

   While I didn't put too much thought into the game, it actually turned
out to be one of the more fun ones to play.  Well, fun for me anyway.  Some
days I would just sit and watch the two.

   I didn't constantly watch them.  I would be doing stuff on the computer
but keeping them in my peripheral vision.  What I found was that after
about 8 glasses of water they would go into a kind of uncontrollable
pissing.  One would piss into the other's mouth who would then drink it
down.  But that extra liquid would push that person over the edge and 15
minutes or so later they would be pissing.  Back and forth they would go
for hours on end.  If the pissing slowed down too much then I would just
feed them another glass or two of water.

   Sometimes they would actually manage to go all day and all night like
that.  Other days, however, one or both would pass out from exhaustion and
the bed would end up getting soaked on both ends.  I only made them play
this game once a week though.  Uncle Joey was pretty used to drinking lots
of piss, but even he would start to get ill if I made them play the game
too frequently.

   As I walked from the bedroom I stopped for an instant to set my watch
alarm.  I knew that if I didn't set my watch I would completely forget to
give the two faggots more water later.  It's not that I'm stupid or
anything like that.  I just had a lot of more interesting things to take
care of that day.  One was finding out how Linda was doing.

   I got a little scared when I walked into the living room and didn't find
her sitting in front of the TV.  You practically had to take a whip to the
girl to get her away from the toons.  My heart started to race at the
prospect that she had actually ran away.  I went to run to the door to see
if it was still dead bolted, but I found I could hardly move my legs.  I
was also finding it a little hard to breath.  I didn't feel ill, just a bit
frightened.  It quickly vanished, however, when Linda came walking into the
room carrying a laundry basket.

   I sat in my La-Z-Boy chair and pretended to watch the cartoons.  In
reality, I was trying to figure out what had just happened.  It concerned
me that I had been so greatly affected by the possibility of Linda leaving
me.  The fear was so great that for an instant I actually thought about
apologizing to her for what I had done to her the night before.  I was even
willing to call off the whole Pupsiie project.

   Who knows, maybe I would have actually done those things.  However, I
glanced over at Linda as the thoughts raced through my head.  She was
sitting on the couch pulling bed sheets and cloths from the laundry basket
and carefully folding them.  I then noticed something.  She didn't look
like she had been crying that much this morning.  In fact, she looked,
well, peaceful.

   I'm not saying she looked happy.  She did look a little sad.  But she
looked a lot less sad than she had in prior weeks.  I found this to be very
odd considering what I had told her she would have to do to her friend
today.  The only thing that had changed was how I had treated her the night
before.

   "Like mother like daughter," I mumbled to myself as it finally hit me.

   I knew this pattern very well.  I had seen mom act this way many times
in the past.  I would sometimes see mom get depressed.  However, every time
I would step up her training a little by making her do something slightly
more vulgar or embarrassing, she would often "perk up" for a week or so. 
Like sis, the difference in her attitude was extremely subtle, but I could
see it.

   I found this to be mom's way of letting me know whenever she was ready
to progress further in her training.  It wasn't a conscious thing she did
of course.  In fact, had she been aware of it then she would have probably
roamed around acting perky all the time in order to slow her training down.

   It was all starting to make sense to me now.  While consciously Linda
might think she is sad about what we plan to do to Pupsiie, in reality she
was just feeling neglected.  Vee's training of sis had been far from
finished.  However, enough of it must have implanted on Linda to make her
react in a similar way as mom.  Or, maybe it was just something genetic the
two shared.  Regardless of the reason, it was now clear to me that if I
wanted to keep Linda "happy" I would have to maintain a certain level of
training.  I wouldn't be able to go as slow as I had originally hoped.

   Linda tried to act like she didn't see me sitting nearby.  Instead, she
focused her attention on the TV and the cloths she was folding.  Like sis,
I normally wore only underwear while in the house.  Of course, my reasons
were different than hers.  I wore them because I didn't want to be dripping
precum all over the place.  Linda wore them only because I said so.  I
thought they looked cute.  Plus, it was easy to tell when sis was starting
to get aroused since it would quickly show up as a wet spot on her panties.

   I could tell Linda was watching me out of the corner of her eye because
tears started to drip from her cheeks the very moment I pulled my underwear
down far enough to free my dick.  God she looked cute when she cried.  I
also noticed that her hands were beginning to shake as she tried to focus
on folding the cloths.  As my dick rose to full staff I noticed that the
rest of her body started to tremble as well.

   I finally pulled my underwear the rest of the way down and then off.  I
then tossed them her direction.  I was aiming for the laundry basket but I
missed by a mile and they landed on her leg.  Her whole body tensed up as
though I had just tossed a snake on her or something.  She then reached
down, grabbed the underwear and deposited it in the laundry basket.

   I just sat back in my chair and studied her as I masturbated.  She did
everything she could to make it clear she wasn't trying to look at my dick.
She even stopped watching the TV and focused mainly on her own lap and the
cloths.  What she didn't realize was that the more she pretended not to
notice what I was doing, the more I knew she actually was aware.

   "Aren't you going to give me a good morning kiss?" I finally said.

   This was something else my mom often said in the mornings.  Well, it was
something she said to Linda anyway.  She used to say it to me also when I
was much younger.  This was the first time I had ever said it to Linda
though.  I knew she missed her mom and I thought maybe saying stuff like
this would make her feel better.  It didn't help though, she just seemed to
start crying harder.

   "Linda..." I said when she just sat there like a statue.

   Slowly, she got up and walked over to the side of my chair.  She
continued to tremble and cry the entire way over.  She also started at her
feet the entire time to avoid having to look me in the eye.

   "I want mommy," she whimpered.

   "Grow the fuck up!" I yelled at her.  "There are girls your age out
there having babies and here you are still acting like one!"

   The shock of my outburst made her jump.  She was quiet for a second but
then she started crying again even harder than before.

   "Didn't I tell you to do something?" I said once it was clear she was
just going to stand there all day.

   She leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the lips.  The contact was
extremely brief but it was still long enough for me to get a good taste of
her fear.  I had no doubt that the fear was very real for her also; at
least on a conscious level.  However, like I said earlier, on a
subconscious level she was actually happy or at least content with what I
was making her do.

   You don't have to take my word for it.  Just look at the facts.  The
very fact that she was acting scared is proof in itself.  She knew darn
well that her crying and shaking and shit turned me on.  Yet, here she was
doing those exact things.  Hell, crying for her mommy while so close to my
hard dick told me she probably wished I would stick it up her ass.  She
would have to wait though.  As much as she might subconsciously want it,
there was only so much her tiny holes could stretch without further
training.

   "That's not exactly where I wanted you to kiss me," I said with a smile.

   She looked me in the eyes for the first time.  I could tell she was
trying to figure out if I was being serious or not.  Actually, she probably
knew me well enough by now to know I would not kid about something like
that.  It's very possible she was just trying to judge how angry I might be
getting by her delay in obeying.

   I guess I can't blame her.  What I was asking of her was beyond what we
had done in the past.  Or at least it probably felt that way to her.  In
the past it was always at night, under the covers, in the dark or some
other similar situation.  Now, however, it was broad daylight and we were
in the living room.  I doubt even married couples do it outside the bedroom
that often.

   For a moment I thought about writing on her ass again with the SLUT
paddle.  But if I did that the marks would be visible for some hours now.
That meant a delay in the day's activities with Pupsiie.  I also thought
about pinching her nipples a bit.  Her tits have been starting to sprout
and I knew they must be pretty sensitive considering how much she has been
guarding them lately.  While the marks would go away much faster, I felt
she had been through enough in the past 24 hours; so, I took it easy on
her.

   Instead, of punishing her I just reached up and grabbed her hair.  She
had her hair pulled back into a long unbraided ponytail.  I grabbed the end
of that ponytail, wrapped in around my hand and then clinched my fist shut
over it.

   "Ow!" she let out when I started pulling on her hair.

   First, I pulled down until she was forced to get on her knees.  I then
guided her around to the front of my chair.  I pulled so hard that I was
certain she would probably have minor rug burns on her knees from shuffling
across the floor so fast.

   I was pretty forceful, but she didn't actually resist until I had her in
front of the chair and started moving her head toward my crotch.

   "N..no," she whimpered.

   She was struggling pretty hard but it wasn't even close to enough to
escape from me.  Even without the pain she would have been no match for my
strength.  I felt like giving her a good slap across the face but that
definitely would have been noticeable for most of the day.  Instead, I just
pulled harder on her hair until she gave in.

   I pulled her forward until her mouth and nose touched my ball sac.  I
then loosened my grip a little.  When she started to pull away I tightened
my grip again and yanked her back into position.  When I loosened up again
she stayed put.

   "You know what to do," I told her.

   The truth was that I had never made her do anything even close to this
before.  However, she had watched me force mom to do this dozens of times.
She sat there for almost 30 seconds before she actually went into action.
I'm not sure if it took her that long to realize what I wanted her to do,
or if she was just trying to build up the will power to do so.

   Slowly, she stuck out her tongue and started to lick at my scrotum. 
Man, I don't know what turned me on more, the sight of her tiny tongue
licking at my sac or the feel of it.  She licked extremely lightly at first
but gradually built up momentum.  I'm pretty sure this build up was mainly
out of fear of hurting me.  Mom once sucked on one of my nuts a little too
hard and I took a cane to her.  Linda hadn't gotten a taste of the cane
yet, but it doesn't take a genius to know that fucker hurts.  Once I left
mom's gag out when I used the cane on her.  Her screams almost shattered
the bedroom windows.

   I knew sis watched mom and I perform, but I had no idea how closely she
had done so until now.  She was washing my balls with her mouth exactly
like mom always did.  Or at least she was trying too.  My balls were
directly proportional to my dick, which meant they were pretty big.  They
were the size of a small plum and sis was having troubles getting one of
them into her mouth.

   I was pretty sure that right about now sis was getting a new respect for
my mom's oral abilities.  Mom could almost get both my nuts in her mouth.
Sis, however, was having major problems.  She kept trying to suck one into
her mouth but she couldn't keep her teeth from coming into contact with it.
She had seen me punish mom for a lot less than this, so she kept looking up
at me with a worried look on her face.

   "You have already earned yourself a punishment," I warned her.  "That
punishment will be 10-fold if you don't manage to get that ball into your
mouth."

   Fresh tears ran down her cheek at the mention of punishment.  I heard
her jaw make a small popping sound as she stretched it as wide as she could
and then sucked hard on my nut.  I felt a little discomfort as my ball
squeezed past her teeth and into her mouth.

   The small discomfort was well worth it though.  Once path her teeth, my
nut felt like it was in heaven.  The fit was so tight that I could feel my
nut reshaping to fit the contours of her mouth.  I could feel every ridge
and bump inside her mouth.

   She gagged a few times as she tried to slide her tongue around the
bottom of my nut.  Her gagging sent small vibrating shivers through my ball
and up the stem of my dick.

   After a minute she managed to force the ball out of her mouth with a
pop. She then sucked her spit off my ball sac like she had seen mom do so
many times in the past.  Then, she started working on the other ball.  It
wasn't long and it too was filling her tiny mouth.

   "That's a good slut," I whispered to her.  "You do that just as good as
mom."

   Her face turned bright red with embarrassment but she continued to suck
and lick at my ball.  She also reached up with one of her hands and grabbed
my dick as best as she could.  Her fingers were not long enough to reach
all the way around my dick but she still managed to get a good grip on it.

   Slowly, she started sliding her hand up and down my dick just as she had
seen mom do many times.

   "You're going make your big brother cum soon," I informed her.  "Too bad
your mouth is full or I would shoot it right down your throat."

   She was in the process of forcing my ball from her mouth, but when she
heard this she quickly sucked it back in.  Normally I probably would have
laughed at her reaction but I was to close to cumming.

   It was fucking hot looking down at Linda's face while she sucked on my
nut.  Her eyes were looking back up me.  I could definitely see fear in her
eyes.  I've only cum in her mouth once before and I'm sure sis thought she
was going to drown that time.  Truth is, she wasn't that far from the
truth. The cum didn't go into her lungs though.  What she couldn't swallow
simply forced its way back up and out her nose.  She probably just wished
she had drowned.

   The more I thought about it the closer I was coming to testing the
theory.  She must have read my mind because her hand went into overdrive on
my cock.

   "You naughty little minx," I said under my breath as I felt my cum shoot
up the stem of my dick.

   It was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had.  I only barely
managed to ensure my dick was angled right before it erupted.  I remember
seeing the first shot of cum shoot about a foot above my dick.  The wad
quickly lost momentum and then fell back to splash against Linda's face. 
My vision blurred slightly and I closed my eyes as my climax finished.  I
was still seeing spots when I opened them back up and looked down at sis'
pretty face.  Her eyes were tightly closed and her face was almost
completely covered in cum.

   There was a small pop as she gathered her wits and decided to pop the
nut out of her mouth.  She seemed to be shaking even more now than before.
She knew the drill.  Every time I came on mom like this I made mom clean up
the mess with her mouth.  Despite what I had done to sis the night before,
I knew she still dreaded having to eat my cum again.

   "Pull off your panties so I can clean this mess," I ordered.

   She started to stand but I held her down on her knees.  It took her a
second but she managed to get her panties off anyway.  I grabbed them from
her and chuckled when I noticed the small wet spot in the crotch area. 
Yeah, definitely like mom.  I gently laid the panties on her face with the
wet spot right over her nose.  Her nose was her only air supply right now
so I know she must have smelled her arousal on her panties despite the
stench of my cum.

   "Wipe your skanky self off," I told her.

   She quickly went to work trying to get the sticky mess off her face and
hands.  The panties were not even close to big enough to handle the mess.
It was fun watching her try though.  The panties became so drenched that
they began to leak as much cum as they gathered.

   "Now lick my dick clean," I said once I got tired of watching her smear
the cum around on her face.

   Linda looked around briefly to find a spot to lay the soaked panties. 
There wasn't one of course so she just held them behind her back with one
hand to keep them from dripping on me.  Like I've said in the past, the kid
is pretty smart.  I would have taken the belt to her had she touched me
with those nasty panties.

   After I cum, my dick often continues to leak cum for a good minute or
so. Today was no different.  There was a nice size blob of jizz on the tip
and there were several streams of it running down the sides.  It was only
maybe 2 tablespoons but it probably looked like a gallon to sis.

   "You like the taste of that don't you?" I teased as she licked and
sucked at my cock.

   It was clear from the expression on her face that she didn't like eating
the stuff.  However, my comment still got a nice blush out of her.

   She was a good little slave and kept licking until I told her to stop.
One of these days soon I would make her lick my dick all day long; but not
today.  We had other things to do today.

   "Put those in your mouth," I told her right after giving her permission
to stand again.  "If you know what is good for you then you will leave
those panties in your mouth until I tell you otherwise."

   Linda stared down in disgust at the cum soaked panties.  She then looked
at me with a pleading expression on her face.  When it didn't look like she
was going to obey, I turned my head in order to find the belt I kept near
my chair.  I really didn't want to whip her since it would leave marks and
put a damper on our plans.  However, I couldn't let a slave disobey.  When
I turned back, however, she was already stuffing the last of the panties
into her mouth.

   "Now go get ready," I said.

   I think she must have broken a land speed record as she rushed to get
ready for her big day with Pupsiie.  It was less than 5 minutes and she was
already standing in front of my chair again all dressed and ready to go. 
She appeared to have even had time to rinse her face off a little.  She
began to tear up again when it dawned on her that she would still have to
wait for me to get dressed before we could go.  She hung her head and
walked over to the couch and sat down.

   She moaned in despair when she seen me pick up the TV remote and flip
through the channels.  I stopped on a sports channel that was currently
showing some golf game.  I couldn't stand watching golf but it was perfect
for my purposes.  It was a very slow and boring game to watch and I knew it
would really get to Linda if she thought I was going to sit there and watch
it.

   "Leave your hands to your sides," I warned her when she reached up to
wipe some of the drool that was escaping the sides of her mouth.  "By the
way, you are going to wear those cloths today whether you drool all over
them or not.  So, you might want to start thinking of excuses for why you
smell like a men's room."

   I almost laughed out loud at the expression on her face.  Those panties
had been in her mouth for about 6 minutes now and her cheeks were starting
to bulge with a mixture of the cum and her drool.

   "Any minute now," I thought to myself.

   Sure enough, about a minute later she closed her eyes tight and I heard
her gulp down a good portion of the mixture.  Her face looked a little pale
for a moment as she fought to keep from throwing up.  A minute later she
opened her eyes to see me smiling over at her.  Her face went from pale to
bright red.  Then, it started to look pale again as she realized her mouth
was filling with drool again already.  I waited for her to gulp down
another mouth full before I went to get dressed.

   5.

   I didn't let sis remove the panties from her mouth until we reached the
trailer park.  By then the panties were completely washed clean by her
saliva.  I also let her remove the dildo which she was required to have in
one of her holes at all times.  Her face turned red as she leaned back in
the seat and reached under her dress to remove it.  She got it out pretty
easily so I was pretty sure it had been in her pussy and not her ass.  She
then wiped it clean on the wet panties and stuffed both of them into her
small purse.

   I had already removed the hidden camera from her purse so there was no
danger of any water damage.  The hidden camera had its uses but the quality
sucked compared to some of the other spy cameras I now owned.  I had sis
hide three such cameras in the trailer a few days prior.  One was in the
living room, one in Pupsiie's bedroom and the third in her mom's bedroom.

   Her mom wasn't a bad looker, but I was mainly interested in finding out
her dirty little secrets.  Maybe if I found something good enough then I
could go to work on her also.  It would make my activities with Pupsiie a
lot safer.

   Before entering the trailer I had sis sneak around the back of the
trailer to switch out the tapes on the hidden recorders attached under the
trailer there.  I had gotten tired of constantly moving my uncle's car
around so we attached the recorders to the trailer instead.

   There was a small risk of someone seeing her and getting suspicious, but
I knew I would go nuts if I didn't have something to watch today while I
waited for Linda to finish her duties with Pupsiie.

   The recorders had a broadcast feature on them that I could turn on or
off via remote control.  However, it only had a 1-block range and I didn't
want to risk raising suspicions by sitting in my car all day in the parking
lot.  I was starting to believe my father had the right idea in owning a
van instead of a car.  With a van I could hide in the back and no one would
ever know I was there watching the feeds.  I put the van on my long to do
checklist.  Buying a vehicle with a fake name was risky business though, so
it was an item I might not get too for some time.  The tapes would just
have to do in the mean time.

   It only took me about 30 minutes to fast forward through the tapes. 
Most of the tape was just them watching TV or sleeping.  There was one
small segment that did peak my interest a little bit.  It was around 10
p.m. and Pupsiie was playing sticky finger in her room.  This actually
didn't interest me all that much anymore.  The little slut seemed to do it
every night around this time.

   What did interest me was that this night I caught Grace looking in on
her daughter.  The living room was very dark but you could just make out
the shadow of Grace.  It wasn't uncommon for Pupsiie to sleep with her door
open to help circulate the air in the small trailer.  Like prior nights,
she had closed the door in order to fiddle her bean.  However, there must
have been a sock or something at the base of the door because it didn't
snap shut and had cracked back open about a quarter of an inch; just enough
for her mom to peak in.

   Grace didn't stand there for long so I doubt she was getting off on
seeing her daughter play with herself.  I did note that when Grace went
back to her own room she closed the door and played with herself as well.

   Women are some pretty strange creatures though.  Her masturbating could
mean a million things or nothing at all.  While it's possible she got
turned on by watching her daughter masturbate, it is equally possible she
had planned to do it anyway and had only gotten up to ensure her daughter
was asleep.  Or, maybe it was just an indirect way for her to bond.  I read
on the internet once that women living in the same space often share
menstrual cycles...  maybe masturbation worked like that also sometimes.

   I digitized those sections of the tape and made a note in the digital
log I kept of Pupsiie.  But other than that it really wasn't of much use.
They didn't even make good masturbation material for me; I had much better
tapes for that.

   While I was waiting for the video clips to compress into the password
protected file I turned and looked at my uncles.  Uncle Joey seemed to be
doing okay but Uncle David had been trying to get my attention since I
walked in the room.  He didn't dare talk, but he did moan ever so lightly
in hopes I would pick up on his discomfort.  Normally I would just ignore
him but this piss game was pretty new and I wanted to make sure I wasn't
killing them or something.

   "How are you faggots doing?" I said as I check around their heads for
piss stains.

   To my delight I didn't see any wet spots.  They both looked a little
pale but it looked like they were in no real danger.

   "Please master," David tried to beg around Joey's dick.

   "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled at him.

   David's eyes got big with fear at my sudden outburst.  Speaking out like
that was a very serious offense.  However, I guess I did ask them a
question so I decided not to punish him.

   "I already know what's wrong," I continued.  "You're just thirsty is
all."

   Joey just gave me his standard hopeless stare.  However, David shook his
head back and forth the best he could without removing his brother's dick
from his mouth.

   "Don't worry Davie, I have something for you to drink," I laughed.

   I then grabbed his hair and pulled his head back until his brother's
dick dislodged itself from his mouth.  David smiled when he seen me pull my
underwear down.  Being allowed to suck off your master was the ultimate
privilege for a slave like David.  His smile quickly disappeared, however,
when he noticed I didn't have a hard on.

   "Suck it into your mouth," I ordered.

   I could tell he knew what was coming because he had already started
crying like a fucking baby.  His humiliation was almost enough to make me
hard; almost.  Instead, of fucking his mouth, however, I just stood there
for a second and then released a stream of piss down his throat.  He had a
little trouble taking it all down but he finally managed.

   "If you want some more later just start fucking moaning again and I will
be happy to oblige," I laughed.

   Needless to say, I didn't hear a peep out of him for the rest of the
day. All I ever heard was some gulping and gagging from time to time, but
no moaning.

   It turned me on a little to have a female drink my piss sometimes but it
really didn't do much for me to have a male do it.  In this case I just
felt it was necessary to set David straight.  That and the fact that I had
to piss and didn't feel like walking down the hall...  ha ha.

   I must have checked my watch a thousand times that day.  It was only a
5-hour wait but it seemed like an eternity.  Part of the time I worried
that sis would fuck something up.  The rest of the time I just kept getting
hornier by the minute thinking of what might be going on if she didn't fuck
up.

   My original goal was to spend the full 5 hours without cumming.  This
way I would be extra horny later when I got to watch the tapes of that
day's activities.  I had it all planned out too.  I would plop one of the
tapes into the mini cassette player hooked to the TV and then sit back in
my La-Z-Boy.  I would then have sis kneel between my legs and lick at my
balls and cock while I watched the tape.  It would be a kind of family
movie night.

   Anyway, that plan lasted about 1 hour.  At that point I was so horny
that I even started thinking about fucking one of my uncles.  They were too
much of a turn off for me though.  It wasn't so much because they were
male, just that they enjoyed it too much.  I don't consider myself gay but
I get turned on by the thought of fucking a guy that doesn't like to be
fucked; if you know what I mean.  After finishing with Pupsiie's training
then maybe I would have to search out a male slave next.  We would see.

   It was around that one-hour mark that I realized I wouldn't be able to
make it another 4 hours without going bonkers and doing something crazy
like getting into bed with my uncles.  I also debated going out and finding
a cute little boy or girl to have some fun with.  I knew better than to do
it though, it was stuff like that which would get my ass busted.  I may be
a minor still but I knew there would be a major shit storm if I got caught
doing something like that.  It wouldn't just be those actions I would have
to pay for either.  First they would find out about Joey and David; then
sis; then mom; etc.

   I hated masturbating myself but I figured it was probably the right
thing to do in this circumstance.  I knew exactly what to jack off too
also.

   I went back into my uncle's bedroom and turned on the computer.  I could
tell my uncles were doing their best to look at me out of the corner of
their eyes.  For a moment I thought about tossing a cover over them so they
couldn't watch me masturbate.  However, it kind of turned me on with them
watching.  Well, it wasn't so much because they were watching.  It was more
because I knew it would drive them nuts to see me masturbate rather than
use them.  Hell, the faggots normally get hard just by me walking into the
room.

   Once the computer booted up I opened the folder which contained the
latest videos of my mother.  I kept all the videos in one compressed file;
password protected of course.  I could fit many hours of tape in the
compressed file before it got to the size it would fill a DVD.  I then burn
the file to DVD, create a new compressed file and start all over again.  I
had many DVDs of my mother already created.  All of those, however, were
ones I filmed myself pretty much.  The ones of her on the farm were still
in the computer...  I hadn't received enough of those yet to burn to DVD.

   Well, I use the word "farm" but the couple taking care of mom claim the
place is a horse ranch.  I've said it before and I will say it again... 
it's not a damn horse ranch.  If I remember correctly, they said they had
like 2 or 3 fucking horses.  That is not a horse ranch!  I know, its just
semantics.  It wouldn't bother me so much but they keep labeling the
videos, "Life on the Horse Ranch".

   "Life on the Horse Ranch 1"

   "Life on the Horse Ranch 2"

   "Life on the Horse Ranch 3"

   Goddamn that drives me nuts.  I have to re-label all of the clips anyway
to better correspond with my electronic filing system; but that isn't the
fucking point.  They know I don't like the term yet they insist on labeling
the files as such.

   I think the couple, Diane and Tom, only use the term "horse ranch" in
order to constantly remind me of their wish to use a horse on mom.  I have
to admit, the idea does sound tempting.  I've seen tapes on the internet,
however, and it just looks way too dangerous to me.

   I think that is the whole point though.  Karen, my mother, crossed Diane
and Tom a long time ago and they probably would love to see her seriously
hurt.  I don't think they want her dead; but hurt, you bet.  I know their
real names, where they live, etc., so they don't dare do anything to mom
without my permission first.  They know I would never allow them to hurt
mom too badly.  However, if I agreed to letting them fuck her with a horse
and she happens to get hurt by that long dick...  well, that would be as
much my fault as theirs.

   Anyway, this clip had nothing to do with horse fucking.  Well, not
directly anyway.  Every video they sent always included 30 to 40 minutes of
mom doing her chores on the FARM.  These chores of course included...  wait
for it...  sucking off the horses.

   The first time I seen mom sucking off the horses I felt pretty sorry for
her.  Sure, I agreed to it ahead of time but I didn't realize how
disgusting it would be.  All the vids I could find on the internet just
showed girls licking and sucking on the horse dicks.  None actually showed
the horse cumming.  The videos of mom sure did though.  Let me tell you,
horses cum a fucking lot.  It's disgusting but at the same time you just
can't look away.  The humiliation my mom must feel while trying to chug
that horse cum...  man that makes me hard.

   Luckily for her, horse cum is about all they normally let her eat.  I
say "lucky" because that means she is starving every morning when she does
her chores.  I would guess that must cut some of the edge off the act.

   After the file finally decompressed I opened up the latest video.  I
fast-forwarded through her chores.  Once you see your mom suck off a horse,
seeing her doing it again and again just doesn't do much for you.  Sure, I
glance at them from time to time but it's basically just a repeat of the
same shit.

   This video both upset me and turned me on at the same time.  I was
pissed because Diane and Tom had tricked me into agreeing to what they
claimed was a small punishment.  They said they wanted to dilate her pussy.
They made it sound like it was no big deal.  They said they would insert a
smooth metal object that was shaped like a pear.  The pear had a seam
splitting it in too lengthwise.  Once inserted, there was a screw on the
end of the pear they turned that forced the pear to then open up...  thus,
making her pussy expand.

   I researched the concept on the internet but couldn't find much on it.
About the only thing I could find was in reference to medical procedures
that involved the cervix.  To be honest, until then I didn't even know what
a cervix was.  My knowledge of a woman's cunt only goes about 1 inch
deep... as far as I was concerned anything deeper than that was just guts.

   With my new knowledge in hand, I finally emailed the couple back stating
that they could do the punishment provided that they didn't stick anything
into her cervix.

   When I got the video I quickly found out that mom's cervix had nothing
to do with this punishment.  I also realized my biggest mistake.  I had
forgotten to ask how big the pear was going to be.  The fucking thing was
huge!  It was at least the size of my fist in it's closed state.

   I didn't even watch the tape before contacting Diane and Tom.  I paused
it and shot them off an email telling them I was pissed and didn't want
them dilating my mom ever again.  To me, this was torture, not a
punishment.

   After sending the email I sat and watched the still image of them
holding the pear next to my mother's cunt.  Torture may not be my thing,
but I couldn't help but hit play again.  It's kind of like when you pass a
car accident.  You don't want to see dead bodies or anything, yet you can't
help but look for them.  I also felt I was obligated to watch the tape
since I had approved it.  If my mom was going to suffer because of my
mistake, the least I could do was watch it.

   The video turned out to be pretty damn hot.  That said, I still would
have never approved it had I known about the size of that pear.

   I've fist fucked my mom a few times, but the pear still seemed to cause
her a little pain as they forced it into her cunt.  They popped it in and
then pulled it out a few times.  Then they popped it in one last time and
started to turn that fucking screw on top.  Only the larger half of the
pear that was inserted inside mom actually opened up.  The small part
sticking out stayed the same.  Though, you could look at the angle of the
opening in the pear and get a good idea of how fucking wide she must be
getting stretched inside.

   Mom started moaning in discomfort as they continued to turn the screw.
Finally they stopped and gave a tug on the device to make sure it was in
there nice and tight.  I started to masturbate at this point because I'd
watched the video several times since they sent it and I knew what was
coming next.

   They pulled out a long thin rope and tied one end of it to the screw at
the end of the pear.  They then fed the rope through a pulley that hung
about 4 feet above the low metal table my mom was now laying on.

   They had mom on her back on the table with her rump almost all the way
to the end of it.  Her knees were tired back toward her chest which made
the pear point almost straight up at the pulley.  This was fortunate for
her because they then tied the other end of the rope to a large bucket and
started filling it with water.  That pear was hurting her enough as it was,
I could only imagine how bad it would have been if the rope was tugging at
it at an angle.

   Diane was the one actually filling the bucket with water.  Mom started
begging and moaning in pain as it filled up.  She turned the water off,
however, when the bucket was about half full.  I felt like cumming right
then but I held back for the best part.

   "We are not going to let you up until you fill that bucket to the rim,"
Diane said.

   The first time I seen the video I had no idea how my mom was going to
fill up the rest of the bucket.  The bucket was hanging just below a trough
that hung off the end of the table, so it was clear she was supposed to
fill it with her piss.  However, there was at least a gallon or more space
in that bucket; that was a lot of fucking piss.

   That is when Tom came back into frame.  But he wasn't alone.  He was
guiding a fucking cow behind him.  The cow must have been new because I had
never seen it before in their videos.

   The camera was angled so you only seen from the metal table and up;
however, they had clearly built some kind of wooden ramp/platform around
the head of the table.  As Tom guided the cow around the front you could
hear the cow's hooves hitting the wood.  The cow also rose as it walked
around.

   The cow didn't seem too happy about the ramp but he didn't go ape shit
or anything.  Getting the cow up there was the easy part.  After that he
had to make the cow side step so it was standing directly over my mom. 
There were metal protective bars that prevented the cow from falling onto
my mom; it was these bars that the cow seemed to be protesting against
since they rubbed slightly on the front and backside of its tits.

   They must not have warned my mom what was going to happen because she
really started to struggle when she seen that cow being pushed over her. 
The protective bars looked safe enough, but I wasn't the one lying
underneath it either.

   Once in place, Tom tied a couple straps to the cow to keep it from
moving very far.  He then kicked down on some kind of jack and the table
lifted up a few inches in order to raise my mother's head closer to the
nipples.  Mom closed her mouth and turned her head when the tips of the
nipples came into contact with her face.  Tom stomped on the jack a couple
more times and then stepped back.

   "We will be back to check on you from time to time to see if the bucket
is full or not," Diane laughed.

   At that, they just left.  There was no need to give further
instructions. It was clear what mom would have to do to complete this
punishment.  Mom lay on the table crying for a few minutes.  The pear must
have been pushing hard against her internal plumbing because she really had
to struggle to force what little piss she had to come out.  I've seen mom
piss before and this was nothing like those times.  Instead of one long
blast, the piss was coming out in very short ones.  It would shoot out
above her for about a second and then stop.  The piss would splash back
down on her lower body and then a few seconds later she would grunt and
another short blast would come out.

   She got about 7 of these short blasts out before she ran dry.  She then
lay there breathing hard as she listened to the piss drain off the end of
the table and pour into the bucket.  Altogether, she expelled maybe a cup
of piss at most; it didn't even make a dent in the level of the bucket.

   She cried some more and then finally faced the reality of her situation.
Slowly, she turned her head upward again, opened her mouth and let one of
the cow's tits enter her mouth.  She sucked at it for a moment until her
mouth was full and then forced the tit out of her mouth and turned her head
again.  She then spit the milk on the table.

   At first I thought she had found a way of cheating the "game".  Suck the
milk out, spit it on the table and let it run down her body and into the
bucket on the other end.  I felt rather disappointed; however, I wasn't
half as disappointed as my mom when she heard the milk dripping to the
ground below.  I looked closer at the table and sure enough, there were
tiny holes in it all the way down to about where her waist was.

   It was this moment that I loved the most.  The moment when mom realizes
that she can't cheat the system and would have to drink the milk in order
to be able to piss in the bucket.  The first time I watched the tape I came
right when mom realized this and turns back to the cows tit and starts
suckling and drinking the milk.  Today was no different.  Just as she took
that first swallow I raced over to my uncles' bed, stuck my dick between
their two bound bodies and shot my load on their chests and stomachs.

   After I finished cumming I walked back to my chair and sat down so I
could catch my breath.  I also turned the video off.  The video actually
goes on for another 3 hours.  She never does fill the bucket completely. 
Since mom can't actually see the bucket, she just goes on Diane's word that
it was full when she removed it.  Full or not, by the time the bucket was
removed the pear had definitely dilated her pussy somewhat.

   Her pussy gaped open for over a minute after they removed the pear.  It
was so open that I'm sure I could almost get my fist in there without
touching the sides.  Okay, maybe it wasn't gaping that much but I'm sure my
fist would have fit in there without much effort.  A few more times with
the pear and I bet I could squeeze both my fists in there.  It was very
tempting to let them continue the "treatments", but I decided that once
with the pear was more than enough; at least for now.

   I sat in my chair and watched my uncles for a few minutes.  It was funny
to watch them sometimes; especially right now.  Despite their current
situation, the two couldn't help but get hard once they felt my cum
sloshing around between their bodies.  It was funny because they had
already started their perpetual pissing.  Yet, they were still horny.  They
weren't just drinking each other's piss now, they were also sucking each
other off.

   But even this was torture for them.  Before one could work up to a
climax the urge to pee would become too overwhelming.  After they peed they
would then have to build up to a climax all over again.  I didn't watch
long enough to see if one actually managed to cum or not.

   Instead, I went back into the living room to see if anything good had
come on TV in the last 30 minutes; which of course hadn't.

   "Linda better have made some damn good progress today," I cursed as I
checked my watch for the 1,001th time.

   6.

   Lucky for Linda, she did indeed make some good progress with Pupsiie. 
Though, at first I thought she had failed.  She started crying pretty bad
when she got into the car and handed me the tapes.

   While I suspected she fucked something up, I made a point not to ask
her. If she didn't volunteer the information before we got home then I
planned to double whatever punishment I felt was appropriate for failing
her duties.

   I will be damned if she didn't keep her trap shut then entire way home.
As we pulled into the driveway I finally asked her if she had met her goal
for the day.  She claimed she had.

   "You're not lying to me are you?" I asked.

   Her eyes got wide and she shook her head back and forth to indicate she
hadn't lied.  Lying to me was 10 times worse than disobeying an order and
she knew the penalty it held was in direct proportion as well.

   "Okay, go to your room and put your jewelry on," I said.  "I'll go get
one of the tapes started."

   Sis actually only had one piece of jewelry.  It was a butt plug with a
small blue crystal on the outer end of it.  Once inserted the crystal was
the only thing showing.  Sandra, one of my other slaves, gave Linda the
plug.  Of course, I told Sandra to do so but Linda didn't know that.  As
such, Linda didn't like it when I made her wear the thing as part of our
games.  It was a memento from her Sandra...  her girlfriend whom she knew
she may never see again.

   She had no problem voluntarily wearing it, but I knew it always made sis
sad when I made her do so.  However, I felt it might take her mind off what
she had done to Pupsiie today.  Plus, Linda just looked so precious with
that plug up her ass.  I was already trying to decide what I would make her
do tonight.  She has had a hard couple days, so I was thinking of taking it
easy on her.  Maybe I would just have her get on her knees and bend over in
order to put that cute little jewel on display for me.  As I watched the
tapes I would then jack off all over her ass and have her pull the plug out
and lick it clean...  both ends of it.

   The first tape I put in turned out to be better than I expected.  It was
the tape for the camera in the living room.  As usual, the girls started
out on the couch drinking sodas and chatting about this and that.  It
wasn't long and the conversation turned to sex, again.  This time, however,
when Pupsiie started bringing up the subject of what Linda's non-virgin
pussy looked like, Linda didn't avoid the question.

   "You ask me that every time I come over," Linda laughed.  "Here, just
take a look for yourself."

   At that, Linda leaned back on the couch and hiked her miniskirt up to
expose her naked pussy.

   "Gawd!" Pupsiie said in shock as she turned her gaze away from Linda's
crotch.  "I didn't mean I wanted to see it."

   "Yes you did," Linda said as her laughter ended and she took on a
slightly more serious tone.  "You have been practically begging to see my
pussy for days now.  Tell me you haven't."

   "Hey, why aren't you wearing any panties," Pupsiie asked as she looked
back down at Linda's pussy.

   "Don't try to change the subject," Linda smiled.

   "I...  I was just curious is all," Pupsiie finally whispered.

   Once she realized she had Pupsiie's full attention, Linda reached down
with her right hand and spread herself open.  The look on Pupsiie's face
was priceless.  It was a mixture of both shock and fascination.  There was
also a great deal of embarrassment mixed in, but she managed to maintain
her gaze at Linda's pussy.

   It was at this point in the video that I realized that Linda had not
returned from her bedroom yet.

   "Get your ass out here," I yelled.

   I waited a minute but Linda never arrived.  Pissed, I got out of my
chair and stormed toward her room only to find it locked.

   "You have 5 seconds to open this fucking door!" I yelled.

   Man, was I pissed.  Shutting her door without permission was a serious
offense; locking it was beyond imagination.  I don't care how sad she was,
there was no excuse for this behavior.  She was going to have blisters on
her ass by the time I finished with her.

   I waited a good 10 seconds then took a step back and kicked the door.  I
was bare foot and the impact made the bottom of my foot sting like hell;
but, the door opened.  I stormed in only to find the room empty.  I looked
under the bed and in the claret, but she wasn't there.  I then rushed to
the window to find it was open...  she had run away.

   After the incident in the living room this morning I thought I was
better prepared for the possibility of her running away.  But as the fact
hit me I found myself falling to one knee trying to catch my breath again.
For a moment I thought I was going to suffocate.  The more it dawned on me
she had left, the harder it was for me to breath.  I must have passed out,
because the next thing I knew I was waking up.

   I was dizzy for a moment but finally got up and ran throughout the house
to make sure she hadn't returned.  Once I was certain she was definitely
gone, I sat on the couch in the living room to catch my breath and decide
what to do next.

   As I sat there I glanced up at the TV.  The tape was still running. 
Linda and Pupsiie were now making out on the couch.  It was pretty hot
watching sis kissing a girl her own age.  Normally I would be jacking off
right now but I had way more important things to worry about.  I didn't
remember what time it was when we got home, so I glanced at the VCR's
counter to get a feel for how long the tape had been running.  The tape was
around the 40-minute mark.  My best guess was that I had been passed out
for about 20 minutes.

   I honestly didn't know what to do.  I figured it wouldn't hurt to check
the back yard, so I tossed on some sweats and ran out back.  I had almost
hoped she had broken a leg or something on the way out...  but there was no
sign she had even been there.  I checked for footprints but the grass was
pretty thick.

   With no footprints to even indicate what direction she took off in, I
had no choice but to jump in the car and drive around at random.  I almost
wished it was late at night.  It was around 6 p.m.  and there seemed to be
a lot of activity in the neighborhood.  It would have been a lot harder to
see at night, however, all I would have needed then was the slightest
movement in the shadows to find her.

   I drove around for 30 minutes before I gave up.  I figured there was
only a few places she could have been going.  The first that came to mind
was the cops.  So, I drove back to the house and gathered all my DVDs and
put them in the car along with some clothes.  I then drove over to the next
logical location she might be headed too...  Pupsiie's trailer.

   Pupsiie's mom was already home so I couldn't just storm in.  So, instead
I hit the remote for the hidden cameras.  Pupsiie and her mom were just
sitting in the living room doing home school lessons.  Linda clearly wasn't
there.  But this didn't surprise me.  It was a long way to Pupsiie's house.
It would take all night to walk there.  That is assuming Linda could even
remember the way.

   I drove to the far end of the trailer park where I knew Linda wouldn't
see me if she arrived.  I then sat there as patiently as possible.  I
waited there till midnight and then drove back home to see if Linda had
come back...  which she hadn't.  I then drove back to the trailer park and
waited another few hours and then went back home again.  I went back and
forth like that all night and half of the next day but sis never showed.

   The police never showed either.  Though, to be honest, by morning I
almost wish they had shown.  At least I would know sis was okay.  That
said, there was no way in hell I could go to the cops for help.  My fake ID
would only hold up to so much scrutiny; and there would be way too many
questions if I used my real ID.

   Around noon the next day I went home to feed my uncles.  I untied them
from their 69 position and gave them extra food and water.  I then left the
house and stayed clear of the place for several days.  I basically lived in
the car during that time.  Sis was pretty smart but I doubted she would
remember the license plate number and I knew girls didn't know shit about
car models and stuff.  I still drove past the house from time to time but I
didn't dare go in.  I also drove past Pupsiie's on a regular basis to check
the video feeds.

   By the 3rd day I was pretty much at the point where I didn't care any
more if the cops busted me.  So, I went back home.  The cops were not
hiding inside, but neither was sis.  My uncles had gone through all their
food and looked pretty hungry, but they could tell something was wrong and
didn't complain.

   I did think to call Sandra, especially after I noticed the only thing
missing from her room was the clothes she had been wearing and her jeweled
butt plug.  However, Sandra was over 500 miles away.  The thought of sis
even trying such a journey scared me to death.  There was no way a cute
11-year-old girl could make it that far wearing a skimpy outfit, no panties
and a butt plug up her ass.  The first horny guy that seen her would pick
her up and rape her.  She would be lucky if that is all he did.

   I swore that if her body showed up somewhere I would not stop searching
the planet until I found the fucker that got his hands on her.

   Thoughts like this raced through my head day and night.  I knew there
wasn't anything I could do and I tried my best to convince myself I should
just pack up and move to a new location; but I just couldn't give up the
hope she might return.  So, I stayed.

   I thought about continuing Pupsiie's training, but my heart just wasn't
in it.  So, I just moped around the house day after day.  On the night of
the 8th day, I heard a knock at the back door.  I thought for sure it was
the cops; though, I couldn't imagine why they would be knocking at my back
door and not the front.

   My heart jumped for joy when I cracked the door open to see sis standing
there.  I swung the door open and pulled her into my arms.  My sign of
affection was a definite breech in master/slave relations, but I didn't
care.  I had my sister back.

   She was sobbing as I held her.  She was wearing the same outfit only it
was now much dirtier.  She also smelt as though she hadn't bathed since she
had left.  As I held her I could hear her trying to whisper something.

   "H...he," she tried to speak.

   "Who?  Did someone do something to you?" I said as I pulled her away
from me and looked her in the eye.

   "N..no," she tried to lie when she seen the anger in my eyes.

   "Tell me the truth!" I ordered.

   Her training was nowhere near complete but she had received enough that
she couldn't refuse such an order.

   "Steve," she whispered.  "He...  raped me."

   "Go to your room and stay there," I said as I put my shoes on.

   Linda looked as though she was going to try to stop me, but then turned
and did as she had been told.

   I grabbed a bat from my closet and then went out the front door.  I knew
exactly who Linda was talking about.  There was a school about a block away
with a playground that I had taken Linda to a few times as a reward. 
School was never in session of course when I took her, but there seemed to
always be a few kids playing there.  Steve was one of the kids that seemed
to always be there.  I remembered him not just because of that, but because
he was much older than all the other kids.

   I should have taken the bat to him the first time I caught him hitting
on Linda.  There was a cute little 9 or 10 year old little boy on the other
side of the play ground I went to check out and when I returned I will be
damned if Steve wasn't fucking trying to talk sis into going across the
street to his house.

   I was fuming with anger as I stomped down the sidewalk toward his house.
I was also doing a lot of calculations in my head.  He looked to be about a
year older than me, but he wasn't any bigger.  With the bat in hand I knew
I could take him pretty easy.  It was his parents that I was more concerned
about.  Not that I didn't plan to take the bat to them also.  I'm sure they
probably didn't known what happened but they deserved to taste the bat just
for giving birth to the motherfucker.

   Luckily for me, I had finished most of the calculations by the time I
reached his house; and the figures were not looking good.  I paced back and
forth outside for several minutes.  There was a good chance I would be
spotted out there but I didn't give a shit.  What was he going to do, go
tell his mom that the guy whose sister he just raped is after him?

   It took all my willpower not to walk up to his door and attempt to take
them all on.  Finally, I got myself under control and slowly walked back
home.  I stopped a few times and almost turned back...  but eventually made
it home.

   The first thing I did was check Linda's room to make sure she was still
there.  She must have been exhausted because she was curled up on the bed
fast asleep.  She hadn't even bothered to remove her clothes.  I wouldn't
punish her for that of course.  I watched her suck her thumb for a moment
before I walked into her room.

   I wanted to just leave her alone for the night but I couldn't.  I
reached down and gently removed her cloths.  Then I cradled her in my arms
and carried her to the bathroom.  I was half way down the hall before she
started to wake up.

   "We have to clean you up," I whispered as she looked up at me in
confusion.

   I sat her on the toilet and then started a bath.  She just sat there
looking at me.  She looked pretty tired.  I'm sure she was dreading
whatever punishment I would later decide for her, but for now she just
looked like she wanted to sleep.

   As I waited for the bathtub to fill up I had sis spread her legs so I
could make sure she wasn't injured.  Her cunt looked a little red but there
wasn't any blood.  I also didn't see any cum leaking out which meant he at
least used a condom.

   After a quick bath I dried her off and carried her back to her room. 
She was asleep again before I even laid her down.  She slept until about
noon the next day.  She looked completely refreshed when she finally rolled
out of bed.

   I let her eat breakfast before I started asking questions.  It turns out
that when she took off she really didn't know where she was going to go. 
She said she went to the school but didn't know why.  Luckily for me, the
school was already closed for the day.

   Linda said she went to Steve's house and hid in his tree house.  She
swore up and down that Steve did not offer to let her stay there...  he had
just mentioned it to her in the past.  Anyway, according to her, the tree
house already had some blankets in it and that she stayed there for two
days before Steve found out.  She said he even brought her food and water
each day after that; as well as some magazines to read.

   Everything went smoothly until yesterday when she broke down and told
Steve why she had run away.  Linda swore up and down that she did not give
any details; only that someone was doing sex things with her.  Until then,
the two had only kissed and felt each other up.  But when Steve found out
why Linda was running away I guess he decided he would take over her
training.  After he raped her he told her he was going to go get some
friends to play with her as well.  That is when she ran back home.

   It was hard for me to hear all of this.  First, I wanted to kill the son
of a bitch.  I also felt like giving Linda the whipping of her life for
revealing such information to him.  I stayed calm, however, and tried to
assess everything.

   After thinking about it for a moment I realized things were not as bad
as they may have seemed.  Linda wasn't hurt and there was no way Steve was
going to go to the cops.

   The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Steve might have
even done me an indirect favor.  After this experience, I doubted Linda
would try taking off on her own again.  In fact, I had actually thought
about setting something like this up as part of Linda's training. 
According to my mom, my father had done something similar to my Uncle Jay
during his training.

   That said, I was still pretty pissed at Steve.  My sister's first time
had been with that fucker.  I had not planned to let her be with other men
until after I had managed to get my dick in her first.  Technically
speaking, I guess one could claim I had actually gotten her virginity the
night before she ran away.  I had shot my load in her and she had humped
back at my dick hard enough that part of the tip had entered her.  It was
still very far from actually fucking her though.  Steve would always have
the bragging rights to that.  Assuming of course he even realized that it
was her first time.

   Linda was trembling in fear as she finished her tale.  She knew she had
a serious punishment coming and I knew I had no choice but to give her one.
Still, I was so upset because of what Steve had done that I felt it was
best to postpone her punishment for at least a few hours.  Otherwise, I
would probably whip the hide off her ass.

   I decided to go for a drive to cool down.  I didn't think Linda would
run away again so soon so I left her at the house.  I made up an excuse
about needing to do some shopping, but mainly was just stalling for time. I
did stop at a Home Depot and walked around a bit inside.  While I was
shopping around I almost decided to buy some chain in order to keep Linda
bound full time.  We had chain in the house already, but I was actually
thinking of getting a very long piece of it so she could reach pretty much
every room in the house.  However, I still didn't like the idea of chaining
sis up permanently.

   I also thought about buying some nails so I could nail her window shut.
Again, however, this was something that pretty much equated to the same
thing.  Instead, I finally decided on a motion sensor for the back yard. 
It was pretty discrete and screwed right into the existing light socket. 
We never went in the back yard so she would never know it was there unless
she tried to sneak out some night.  And even if she did notice I could just
tell her it was for our protection from people trying to break in.

   I could hook some kind of light sensor alarm that fed into my bedroom. I
could turn it on at night and if the light turned on outside then an audio
alarm in my room would wake me up.  It took some time to read through all
the systems they had but I finally found a couple items that when connected
together could perform the function I wanted.

   As I drove home from Home Depot I passed a pet store.  I'd visited it
before in order to get sis a few dog collars.  However, when I seen it this
time something came to mind.  I parked and went in to find what I was
pretty sure I remembered seeing there.  Sure enough, in a glass case up
front there was a few fancy gadgets for sale.  The one I was looking for
was a transmitter that you connected to the dog's collar.  The transmitter
sent out GPS coordinates to a separately sold palm pilot type device.

   Needless to say, the damn thing was very expensive.  However, thanks to
Sandra, the cost was well within my grasp.  I had been meaning to arrange
for a prepaid credit card.  But I knew that could take days and I didn't
want to wait.  So, I paid in cash.  I made up an excuse, but I know I
looked pretty suspicious paying the $723 bill in cash.  Hell, even an adult
would look suspicious carrying that much around on them.  I made a note not
to return to the place for at least a month.

   The device was small, but it was still much bigger than I had
remembered. However, I knew exactly where I could hide it.  Unfortunately,
it would mean making a temporary truce with Steve.

   Approaching Steve was one of the hardest things I have ever done in my
life.  Correction, approaching him without taking a bat to him was the
hardest thing.  He was a little bigger than I remembered but he didn't
really scare me much.  It's not like he was a murderer or something.  Worst
case, he beats the shit out of me and that night I sneak over to his house
and set it on fire.  Okay, maybe I wouldn't go that far but I would
definitely find a way of sending him a clear message.

   I was amazed to see him in the school playground.  This guy had some
balls on him.  He rapes a girl just the night prior and he's already
trolling the playground for a new toy.  It was a grade school and kids his
age seldom ever played there.  I had to wonder how many other little kids
this asshole had raped.

   I parked across the street in front of his house.  There was no
mistaking which house was his.  It was white with bright red trim.  Yeah,
it was butt ugly.  There was a sign in their front yard asking people to
slow down for the children and another one that simply stated that they
loved children.  I wondered what Steve's parents would say if they knew
their son was raping those children.

   I sat there and watched Steve for over 15 minutes.  Most of the younger
kids seemed to like him.  I guess they felt it was cool that an older
person wanted to play with them.  I couldn't hear them from across the
street but it was clear the little ones were all fighting for his
attention. One would grab his hand and try to pull him toward the swings
while other would later trying to pull him toward the monkey bars.

   Steve spent time with both the boys and the girls but I noticed he
seemed to have a lot more "contact" with the girls.  For example, while he
might hold a young boy by the waist while helping him across the monkey
bars, he would hold a girl a bit higher or lower while doing so.

   What cracked me up was that he was copping these feels right out in the
open.  Hell, some of the parents were even waving at him from time to time
from across the street.  He definitely had a good racket going.

   I did notice there were two or three little girls that stayed clear of
him.  I had to wonder if these were some of his prior victims.  I made a
mental note of who they were, but doubted I would ever approach them to
find out.

   Steve played it cool when he seen me get out of my car and walk toward
the playground.  He continued to play with the kids but I could tell he was
watching me like a hawk.  I sat on a bench about 30 feet away and just
stared at him.  Finally, he broke himself free from the kids and walked
over to me.

   "What the fuck do you want?" he growled.

   I just bit my tongue and continued to stare him down.

   "Hey, she was begging for it," he finally said.  "Besides, from the
sounds of it I didn't do anything you haven't done to her already."

   He tried to sound cool and collected but I could see his muscles
tightening up in preparation for me possibly attacking him.  I wanted to
deny that I had fucked sis, but that would give him the pleasure of knowing
he got to her first.

   "I need a favor," I said as I stood up.

   Steve looked both relieved and confused.

   "Linda had something with her and I need it back," I said.  "I'm sure
you know what I'm talking about.  It was metal with a blue crystal on the
end of it."

   It was clear from Steve's laugh that he had the butt plug in his
possession.  You have no idea how humiliating it was asking him for it. 
However, I needed it.  I didn't have a credit card to buy one online and I
was too young to get one at a sex shop.  There was the option of having
Sandra buy one but that would take way too long.  Even if she had it mailed
directly to my post off box it would still take at least a week.  On top of
all of that, I knew that sis absolutely cherished that plug.  I'm sure sis
knew every scratch and/or dent on it.  She would probably know if I
switched it out.

   "What do I get?" Steve smiled.

   "To stay out of jail," I quickly replied.

   "You will have to do better than that," he laughed.  "If you were going
to go to the cops you would have done it already.  Besides, something tells
me that you would probably get into more trouble than me if the cops got
involved."

   "What do you want?" I asked.

   Asking this question had been part of my plan from the start.  I just
didn't want to volunteer it right off the bat.  With Linda's virginity
officially out of the way, I didn't see why I shouldn't start introducing
her to some dick other than my own.

   I couldn't stand this asshole but at least I knew Steve was into little
girls.  It made my skin crawl thinking of Steve putting his hands on sis
again, but it also turned me on knowing sis would feel even worse about it.
She would have to relive the rape in her mind every time he had her.  Man
that made me hard.

   "You know what I want," he laughed.

   I pretended to think hard on it for a moment.  I even shook my head back
and forth as I did so to give the impression I was leaning toward saying
"no".

   "Okay," I finally said.  "But only one night a week though and you can't
tell anyone else."

   "Three nights a week," he replied.

   We went back and forth for over 10 minutes but I stuck to my guns.  In
the end we agreed on one night a week but that he could invite one friend.
He wanted Saturday but I got him to agree on Sundays.  He still seemed
pretty happy with that since it wasn't a school day.  This was the one day
of the week Pupsiie's mom didn't work, so it worked out great for my
schedule as well.

   Steve was practically jumping with joy at this unexpected arrangement.
He was grinning from ear to ear as he shook my hand to seal the deal.

   I know it may sound like I had forgiven Steve but nothing could be
further from the truth.  I could feel my insides boiling with anger still
as I forced a smile on my face and shook his hand.  As the saying goes,
"keep your friends close and your enemies closer...  until you can stab
them in the back." It goes something like that anyway.  I already had plans
for how I would get even with Steve, but for now I just wanted to ensure a
little peace and calm in the neighborhood.  Once Pupsiie's training was
over, then I would start considering getting my revenge.



   7.

   About now, I'm sure you are asking yourself, "Where's all the sex!?". 
Fucking tell me about it.

   Now I think you understand why I said earlier that I had taken the wrong
approach by using my sister in Pupsiie's training.  Had I just gone with my
first instinct then all this crap with sis and Steve would have been
avoided.

   Anyway, what was done was done.  All I could do now was try to get back
on schedule.  Luckily for me, it turned out that Pupsiie took to lesbianism
like a duck does to water.

   I'm pretty sure Pupsiie had a crush on sis because she cried almost
every day the prior week when sis had not shown.

   As Linda approached the trailer for the first time in about 8 days, the
door shot open and Pupsiie came running out to greet her.  I later noticed
in the tapes that Pupsiie had been staring out the living room window
almost all day, every day in hopes Linda would return; isn't that just
precious?

   I sat in the parking lot watching live feed for about an hour before I
went back home.  I just wanted to make sure Linda wasn't trying to hatch
any escape plans with Pupsiie or something.  After her ordeal with Steve, I
highly doubted sis would try running away any time soon; but you never
know.

   I was pleased to see sis get right to work on Pupsiie.  They weren't
even inside the trailer for 10 minutes and sis already had Pupsiie half
naked and was necking with her on the couch.

   "I'm not sure we should be doing this," Pupsiie protested when Linda
started kissing her.

   "You didn't seem to mind so much last time I was here," Linda said as
she ignored Pupsiie and continued working at the buttons on the girl's
shirt.

   "Th...that was different," Pupsiie blushed.  "We...  you were just
demonstrating how to kiss."

   Linda disregarded her protest.  Instead, she grabbed a fist full of
Pupsiie's hair and pulled her head in close for a deep kiss.  I held my
breath as sis did this maneuver.  The night before I explained to Linda
that I wanted her to try being a little more forceful like this.  However,
it had been hard for me to explain to Linda that she had to start out small
and gradually work up to being completely dominant over Pupsiie.

   How fast she worked up to it she would just have to play by ear.  It may
take hours or it could take weeks.  As it turned out, Linda did perfectly.
She showed just enough force to make it clear she was taking the dominant
role in the relationship; yet, she didn't go to the point where she scared
Pupsiie too much.

   If anything, Linda's signs of dominance seemed to turn Pupsiie on.  She
halted her struggles and even started returning Linda's kisses.  They were
naked and starting to play sticky finger when I decided to leave.  I had
seen a tamer version of this in the first tape, yet, it was still starting
to get me hard.  Last thing I needed was to get caught masturbating in the
parking lot.  Besides, I had work to do at home.

   My goal for today was to insert the GPS locator into Linda's jeweled
butt plug.  It turned out to be a hell of a lot harder than I expected. 
Uncle David had all the tools needed for the task, but unfortunately, I
didn't have all the expertise.

   I searched the internet for technical support for over an hour before I
gave up and released my uncle so he could do the work for me.  It felt
weird removing the chain from his feet after over 2 weeks of seeing him
like that.  He seemed to have a mix of feelings by it.  He seemed extremely
happy to be let loose, but at the same time I could tell he was also a
little disappointed.  I was certain there was a part of him deep inside
that needed to be chained to that bed and forced to do things.

   Uncle David had a little trouble removing the large glass gem from the
plug without breaking it.  After that, however, he seemed to be in his
element.  He had the metal plug cut in two in less than 30 minutes.  I
didn't tell him, but that procedure would have taken me hours to figure
out. Even then, I know I would have fucked it up.

   While he was working on that I was working on the GPS device. 
Electronics is an area I seem to have a natural talent for.  I didn't have
to do much, though.  My main goal was just to get the guts of the device
out of its case to make it a bit smaller and easier to fit into the hollow
plug.  I had to wrap it up a little of course so the metal parts wouldn't
touch the sides.

   The hardest part, however, was the power supply.  It used a watch
battery so size really wasn't the problem.  The problem was arranging it so
it could be replaced without having to cut the plug in two again.  It was a
major pain in the ass, but I managed to run the power supply wires out the
base of the plug and attach the battery there.  This way, when the device
went dead I would only have to remove the glass gem from the bottom in
order to put a new battery in.  The battery was supposed to last for over a
year, but if you haven't figured it out already, I'm one lazy fucker.  The
less work I had to do down the road the better.

   I watched in awe as Uncle David reconnected the two metal pieces
together.  His skill with metals was just amazing.  I knew just enough
about metal to know reconnecting the two pieces without damaging the device
inside was extremely delicate work.  I will be damned if the fucker didn't
pull it off though.  After he had filed and sanded the seam you couldn't
even tell it had ever been cut in two.  I knew exactly where the cut had
happened and even I couldn't see a difference.

   I tried to hide my emotions but I know he could tell how proud I was of
him.  His broad smile disappeared, however, when I led him back into his
bedroom and chained him back up.

   My dick got hard as a rock as he started wiping away tears.  I think
this temporary release was one of the worst things I had ever done to him.
One moment he was a productive free man and the next he was a slave again.

   I thought he deserved a reward so I made Uncle Joey suck David's dick as
I jacked off in front of them.  I even let David lick and suck on the tip
of my dick a little.  I used the tip of my cock to catch his tears as they
ran down his cheeks.  I would then bring it to his lips so he could lick
them off.  His tears slowly dried up and by the time I came in his mouth he
seemed pretty content again with his role as a slave.

   Today was supposed to be their weekly "Tug of War" game night.  For a
moment I thought about giving them the day off instead.  However, I knew
that was not the right thing to do.  Now, more than ever, I needed to stick
to the schedule.  I needed to show David that even when he did something
great he was still going to be treated like a slave.

   I know that makes me sound a little heartless.  I really did feel like a
dick for doing it.  But it had to be done.

   They both let out a small moan as I pulled out the "Tug of War" rope. 
The game wasn't that complex but I was still proud of the rope I had
created for it.  Simply put, it was a two-foot long quarter-inch thick rope
with a softball connected to each end.  Connecting the softballs to the
ends of the rope was the part I was proud about.

   What I did was drill a quarter-inch hole through the softballs.  Then, I
used a much larger drill bit and drilled half way through the ball again on
the same track as the quarter inch hole.  Then I fed the rope through the
small hole and out the bigger hold on the other side.  Once through I tied
a good knot in the end of the rope and pushed it back into the big hole. 
The knot stopped at the center of the ball because it was way too big to go
through the small hole on the other side.

   I then used this special epoxy crap to fill the big hole up.  I'm not
too sure if the epoxy is healthy to come into contact with tender skin, but
it's only a small part of the surface of the ball so I doubt it will cause
any long-term problems.

   Anyway, the rules of the game are pretty simple.  They each shove one of
the softballs up their assholes.  They wait a minute and then they, well,
tug.  They aren't allowed to use their hands to tug with of course.  They
just try to crawl away from each other with just their ass muscles holding
the balls inside.

   I don't know if you have seen a softball lately, but they are fucking
huge.  Even my faggot uncles have a hard time fitting them up their
assholes.  Despite the physical aspects of the game, it also seems to have
a huge mental aspect as well.  You can tell from their grunts and groans
that fitting those huge balls up their ass is far from comfortable,
however, their dicks get rock hard every time I toss the rope on the bed.

   You see, despite the discomfort involved, both of them leak cum like
crazy the second they get the balls inside.  This confused me the first
time I seen it happen.  I read up on it, however, and found out that it
probably happened because the balls were pressing hard against their
prostates.  Still, I think only faggots like my uncles could get hard just
anticipating such a thing.

   There are no real penalties or rewards for the game.  The game itself
takes care of both of these things.  You see, once a ball comes out of
someone's asshole the game is paused and that loser has 5 minutes to lick
the ball clean and then stick it back inside.  Then, there is another
1-minute pause and then the game resumes again.

   I'm not completely cruel, so I always make sure they get a good enema
before they play the game.  This way the ball always comes out relatively
clean.  When they lick it clean they are mainly just getting their ass
juices off it.  I like seeing them do it since it embarrasses them so much.
Heavens knows why such an act is still humiliates them.  I guess it is
possible they are only pretending to be humiliated since they know it turns
me on.

   While I couldn't give David a day off, I still felt bad about making him
play this particular game.  So far, Uncle Joey absolutely dominated at this
game.  It wasn't because he had stronger ass muscles though.  In fact, his
ass was probably 10 times looser than David's.  However, that was the
problem for David.  It has been years since he had such large objects up
his ass.  Sure, he could fit it inside but his body's natural reaction was
to expel it.  Joey, however, had long since trained himself to overcome
that instinct.  Thus, Joey almost always won.

   I normally made them play the game for just a couple hours.  Today, I
thought I would do David a favor and make it last for 6 hours.  It wouldn't
seem like a favor to him now, but the extra practice will hopefully help
train his asshole to the point he can give Joey a good challenge in the
future.  It may take a few weeks of long sessions like this but I was
confident it would help David progress.  It was the least I could do for
him after his help today.

   I knew David wouldn't be able to see the benefit of the extra practice.
So, as a more obvious reward, I had each of them put condoms on.  Every
hour I would come in and let David remove the condoms and suck the contents
out.  I set the timer on my watch so I wouldn't forget.  If I forgot and
they left them on for 6 hours the condoms would probably explode from all
the cum these two expelled while playing the game.

   This was only the third time they had played this game, so their bodies
were still trying to adjust to it I think.  Unlike normal Tug of War, I
don't think the tugging was actually that much work for them.  I think it
was just physically and mentally exhausting for them to insert and contain
the balls inside themselves.  Each time they played the game Joey would get
tired after a couple hours.  However, David would be absolutely exhausted.
Not only would the cum from the condoms be a treat for David, but it was my
hope the extra protein would help keep his body going for the extra 4
hours.

   "Agh!" they both moaned in unison as they tried to force the balls
inside themselves.

   I had a video camera set up in the room but I really didn't need to
watch the footage to know whether they were slacking while playing the
game. You could hear them throughout the house every time they played.  You
would hear an especially loud grunt when a ball would pop out of one of
their assholes.  You would then hear another equally loud noise about 3
minutes later as the loser forced the ball back inside.

   I watched them for a few minutes from the computer desk and then turned
my attention to the computer screen.  I needed to do a little bit of online
shopping.  The GPS tracking device in Linda's butt plug was nice, but I
needed a backup just in case.  It took some looking around but I finally
found a tracking device small enough to meet my needs.

   The device didn't have a GPS feature, however, it did have something
almost as good.  Its transmission was broadcast via cell phone signal. 
It's extreme low power usage meant it only had a 2-mile broadcast range,
however, every time it came within 2 miles of a cell phone tower the signal
would be picked up and forwarded on to a specially designed cell phone
along with the coordinates of the tower that picked it up.  This meant she
could be on the other side of the planet and I would know where she was
within a 2-mile radius.  Then, when I got there I could use the phone to
track down her exact location.

   They even had it pre-hidden in various things like watches, bracelets,
necklaces, hats, cameras, cell phones, etc.  At first I was thinking of
going with the watch but then decided on the bracelet.  The bracelet seemed
more personal.  I would pass it off as a gift from Sandra.  Something Linda
would never take off unless I made her.

   The price was almost as amazing as the device itself; but not in a good
way.  They wanted $3,490 for the damn thing.  That was insane.  However,
sis was worth it.  Granted, it wasn't my money I was spending anyway. 
Speaking of which, I had to be more careful how much of Sandra's money I
spent.  She had a very sizeable inheritance, but if I started spending too
much too fast then she might get a bit concerned.

   I thought about it for over 30 minutes before I decided I just had to
have the device.  So, I sent Sandra an email with the information on the
device so she could buy it with her credit card and have it shipped to my
post office box.  Once it arrived I would have the bracelet gift-wrapped
and attach a card from Sandra.

   While I had my email open, I decided to check Sandra's most recent video
links.  Her email had been sitting there waiting for me to open for two
days now.  It wasn't that I didn't have time to watch them, it was just
that they were already starting to bore me.  It wasn't her fault though; it
was I who put so many restrictions on what they can do.

   If I didn't, however, then I am pretty sure Sandra would just go too far
with her sister, Jane, as well as Vee.  While that is good enough reason in
itself, I also put the restrictions there to help ensure Sandra didn't get
sloppy.  The last thing I needed was Vee escaping.  I was the one that
drugged and caged that bitch and I'm sure she would come looking for some
payback if she ever got loose.  To ensure that didn't happen, I only
allowed Sandra to take Vee out of her cage once a week and even then she
has to be handcuffed and shackled.

   Somewhere along the line during her training, I think something snapped
inside Sandra's mind.  I wouldn't go as far as to say she was crazy or
anything like that.  She acted very normal when I speak to her or when she
is out of the house.  However, during her training she went from trying to
protect her sister to enjoying punishing her.  This of course was the goal
of my training.  But still, Sandra seems to enjoy enslaving her sister a
little too much.  I constantly have to keep an eye on her.

   There were two video links attached to this week's email.  The first one
was the same shit Sandra sent me in the prior two emails.  I knew what it
was before I even opened it.  Sandra labels it the same every week, "Jane's
puppy training."

   It starts with breakfast, which I personally find rather disgusting. 
What Sandra does is stuff dog food into her own cunt and asshole and then
has Jane lick it out.  While Jane is doing that, Sandra guzzles about 4
glasses of water.  Right about when Jane is finishing up her breakfast,
Sandra gives her something to wash it down with by pissing in her mouth.  I
don't know, I guess it was kind of hot to watch the first time since it
does get a nice blush out of Jane.  However, after you have seen it once it
just seems kind of gross.

   I opened the video and fast-forwarded through the breakfast section.

   After breakfast comes the longest part of the video where Sandra does
Jane's dog training.  Sandra apparently has some fetish about turning Jane
into a dog.  Every few days Sandra teaches Jane a new trick or command.  I
stopped fast forwarding in order to watch part of this section.  Today,
Sandra was teaching Jane how to fetch.  First she stuffed a pair of panties
in Jane's pussy and made her masturbate until she climaxed.  Then she
started tossing the panties around the room and having Jane fetch them with
her mouth.  I found it kind of odd that Sandra would want to turn her
sister into a dog but I have to admit that it normally turned me on to
watch her do so.

   There were various other things on the tape like punishments and such,
but they were too boring to watch so I just fast-forwarded through them. 
As I suspected, there wasn't anything new or interesting in the rest of the
video.

   One thing that I did notice was that the house was really going to shit.
The place was starting to look like some kind of dog kennel or something.
There were dog toys everywhere and the furniture was really getting
scratched and chewed up.  I even noticed a few spots where it looked like
someone had pissed and possibly even shit on the rugs.  I could only
imagine what the place smelled like.

   Sandra wasn't completely to blame for all of this though.  Most of the
fault was on my shoulders.  They have a huge black dog (cleverly named
Blacky).  It was I who basically made Blacky the head of the house.  The
chain of command from bottom to top went from Vee, Jane, Sandra and then
Blacky, who was in charge of everything.  If Blacky felt frisky, then all
he had to do was nudge at Jane or Sandra and they were required to get down
on all fours and satisfy the beast.  Apparently, Sandra took my order even
further and isn't even scolding Blacky for tearing up the house.

   I know I should really correct this problem but jumping in Sandra's shit
right after a $3.5k purchase probably isn't a good idea.  I decided I would
let it continue for a couple more weeks before I sent her some modified
orders.

   The other video was simply titled, "Bitch".  This of course was the
footage of Vee's training for that week.  Unlike Jane's video, this one
included more than just one day's activities.  It included clips from the
entire week.  That said, the tape was still only about 2 hours long.  It
was all pretty standard routine stuff.

   There was her morning feedings where they would piss in her water and on
her food before they would stick the dishes in her cage.

   They were allowed to play some minor games with her as well.  However,
the bulk of Vee's time was spent doing very long and boring activities. 
Sometimes she would even be left in her cage for the entire day with
absolutely nothing to do; the goal of course being to make her almost
grateful when Sandra would come down to the basement to abuse her.  Anyway,
only about a minute or so of each of these activities were ever taped.

   Again, I always fast-forwarded through these to make sure Vee looked
like she wasn't being abused too much.

   There was one section I always watched.  When I left Colorado I gave
Sandra a present...  the okay to make Vee suck Blacky off.  Sandra was
jumping for joy when I gave her the permission to do this.  She absolutely
hated Vee and knew Vee would absolutely hate sucking Blacky.  Even with
this good news, however, Sandra still begged me for permission to let
Blacky fuck Vee as well.

   I denied this of course.  It wasn't because I felt like having mercy on
Vee though; the opposite in fact.  I wanted Vee to wake up every morning
with the fear that today might be the day Blacky got to stick his knot up
her.  The fear alone would be 100 times worse than the actual act.  Some
day I would give the permission, but only after Vee suffered in fear of it
for a long while.

   I even made sure Sandra only made Vee suck Blacky off once a week.  This
way Vee doesn't become too desensitized to it.  This clip represented the
4th time Vee had sucked the dog off and I was pleased to note that she
still turned pale and slightly green while she did it.

   "Please," Vee whimpered as Sandra dropped a pair of handcuffs through
the mesh in the cage.

   You could tell that Vee knew there wouldn't be any mercy, but just
couldn't prevent herself from begging anyway.  She started weeping as she
picked up the cuffs and put them on behind her back.  I was happy to see
that Sandra was still following the checklist I had given her in regards to
the handling of Vee.  I'm not talking about a mental checklist either.  I
literally created a written checklist that she was supposed to follow. 
Before opening Vee's cage you first drop the cuffs in and have her put them
on behind her back.  Then, you have Vee turn around and you visually
confirm they are on.  Then, you reach in and physically ensure they are as
tight as they look.  Then, and only then, are you allowed to open her cage.
Sandra followed it to the letter.

   Locked in the basement as she was, my guess is that Vee had no sense of
time.  However, she knew what day it was today.  Sandra had brought Blacky
into the basement with her.  That was clue number one.  The second clue was
the fact that Sandra didn't plan to let Vee out of her cage.  If she had
planned to let her out of her cage then Sandra would have had her
handcuffed and shackled.  These two clues only meant one thing; it was that
time of the week for her to take care of Blacky's needs.

   Sandra opened Vee's cage just long enough to usher Blacky inside.  Then,
she locked it back up.  The entire procedure only took about 10 seconds. 
It would be different if Blacky resisted, but he didn't.  He knew damn well
what was going on.  You couldn't have kept him out of that cage if you
wanted too.

   Before the cage was even locked he was already trying to nudge Vee onto
all fours so he could fuck her.  She of course refused and backed into the
corner.

   "Please mistress," Vee begged as she pushed her wrists back against the
metal mesh behind her.

   Blacky was a huge fucking dog and without her hands free, Blacky would
eventually get her face down and his dick up inside her.  Therefore it was
vital that Sandra uncuff her.

   "I don't know," Sandra said.  "You didn't drink all of your water this
morning."

   "I will drink it all tomorrow, I swear," Vee begged.

   "Even if it is pure piss instead of just half piss?" Sandra smiled down
at her.

   Vee gagged a little bit at the thought of it but quickly nodded her head
up and down.  Sandra was only allowed to make Vee drink pure piss twice a
month.  Her water dish every morning of course was always a 50/50 mix of
water and piss.  However, from Vee's reaction I'm pretty sure there was a
major difference between a 50/50 mix and pure piss.

   Sandra of course had no choice but to undo the cuffs.  If she didn't
then Blacky would surely get his dick into Vee and that would get Sandra a
serious punishment.  But Vee didn't know this.  It had been about 3 weeks
now since she seen me in the house, so Vee probably didn't even know I was
still giving the orders.

   Once her hands were free, Vee immediately began to try to calm Blacky
down.  Blacky was used to getting his way with women so it really agitated
him every time he got in the cage with Vee.  Luckily for her he wore a
muzzle whenever he was put in with her.  Otherwise he would have probably
already taken a chunk out of her leg for refusing to turn over so he could
mount her.

   It's not that Blacky is a vicious dog though.  He's very well trained.
However, right now he was thinking more with his dick than his head.

   "If you don't want the cane again this week then you better remember the
fucking rules this time," Sandra growled at Vee.

   There was only one rule actually...  suck Blacky off.  The prior week
Vee had broken that rule by using her hands to jack Blacky off once.  To
make things even worse, she didn't even put her mouth to his dick that one
time or eat the cum off the floor of her cage.  I have no fucking idea what
had been going on in her head at the time.  She had already sucked Blacky
off like 3 times that day, what was the big deal about doing it again? 
Maybe it was just her way of testing if Sandra actually watched the tapes
of her with Blacky...who knows what goes on in women's heads sometimes?

   In addition to the cane, Vee's punishment for that offense resulted in
her getting an additional 12 hours with Blacky every week.  Now, instead of
from noon to midnight, Blacky stayed in the cage from noon one day till
noon the next.  Blacky was a pretty frisky dog and this extra time meant
Vee would get a good 6 to 8 loads of dog cum in her belly before noon the
next day.

   The Blacky portion of Vee's video clip didn't last for 24 hours of
course.  Instead it only ran about 30 minutes.  Sandra always cut out the
in between parts where they are just laying in the cage.  I only ever
watched the first few minutes though.  Watching Vee beg and cry turned me
on more than actually watching her suck the dog's dick.  It also turned me
on watching her shiver in the corner of her cage out of fear of what she
knew Blacky would eventually demand of her.  She knew that the moment he
showed signs of wanting to fuck her that she was required to start sucking
him off.  By noon Blacky normally has fucked one of the Sanders sisters at
least once.  Therefore, she will shiver in that corner a good 10 minutes
sometimes before Blacky decides he wants some more trim.

   Today, however, he seemed a bit friskier than normal so I'm guessing
that he had woken up late or something and not gotten his dick into one of
the sisters.

   "Oh God," Vee whimpered as she got Blacky under control.

   It took her a moment but she finally managed to get his tail end facing
her.  She looked like she was choking back vomit as she reached between
Blacky's legs and worked his dick out of his sheath.

   It still amazes me every time I see Blacky being prepped for a blowjob.
When you first see him the red tip of his dick is barely sticking out of
the end of his sheath.  However, as Vee pulls that sheath back she is
suddenly holding a 8 to 9 inch long thick angry red doggy dick.  I swear it
looks just like some kind of magic act.

   Sadly, Vee already knew that you don't actually stick your head under
the dog to suck it.  Instead, you pull the dick back between his back legs
so it is sticking behind him.  If you try to suck him from below then there
is a chance he will try to fuck his knot into your mouth...  or so I would
guess.  I've never actually seen a girl try it that way.  Vee apparently
taught all her slaves to suck dog dick this way and this is the way she
choose to do it also.  Not that she would actually do it in the first place
if you gave her a choice.

   Blacky's dick was already shooting short bursts of precum onto Vee as
she angled down to take it into her mouth.  Blacky shoots about a gallon of
the shit before he finally climaxes.  Vee's face turned even greener as she
forced her mouth open and brought it toward the tip of the huge dick.

   Vee's head shot back away from it when a burst of precum shot into her
mouth.  She closed her mouth and looked like she was trying to keep from
throwing up.  Penalty for that would be worse than if she refused to suck
Blacky's dick to begin with.  You could tell she was thinking of spitting
the precum out but she caught herself in time and forced herself to swallow
instead.

   "Oh God," she whimpered yet again as she opened her mouth and approached
the dog's dick once more.

   Her body shuddered, but she managed to hold her ground this time when
the next burst of precum shot into her mouth.  A second later she had the
tip in her mouth and she closed her lips around it.  Her body continued to
make tiny jolts; I'm guessing they were in unison with the bursts in her
mouth.

   I've never actually asked Sandra or Jane what a dog's dick tastes like.
To be honest, I don't really care.  It clearly is an acquired taste though.
Sandra and Jane now seem to have no problem sucking Blacky off.  Sure, they
still get a little flushed when they do it but they don't seem as grossed
out by it as they did in the past.  I'm sure that eventually Vee will
become like this also.  Of course, once that happens I will start putting
some serious thought into letting Blacky get his knot up her snatch.

   When it came to watching Vee suck Blacky off, there was more too it than
just her humiliation that turned me on.  It was the fact that she had once
trained sex slaves herself.  In fact, she had trained shit loads of sex
slaves.  Therefore, she knew the routine.  She knew that she would be made
to suck Blacky's dick over and over again until she got to the point where
she no longer found it disgusting.  She knew that one day she might even
enjoy the act, just like all of her own slaves had learned to do.

   I am pretty certain that she has long since given up hope of escape. 
Revenge probably isn't even in her thoughts anymore.  All she probably
wants now is to break like all of her own slaves had.  It turned me on
knowing that she probably prayed every day that she would finally break so
that all these nasty things would seem like treats to her.  It also turned
me on that she also knew that all of her knowledge about the process made
it just that much harder for this to happen.

   Yes, one day she would finally break, but that day would not be this
day. On this day she was struggling to keep from being sick as she forced
herself to swallow a mouth full of Blacky's precum.

   You could see in her eyes that she was struggling to make herself do
what she knew had to be done.  Slowly, she pushed her head forward and let
Blacky's dick sink into her mouth.  The expression on her face made it very
clear she didn't like doing this maneuver.  However, she had very little
choice.  She knew that once it was part way down her throat then she would
no longer have to taste the precum.  In fact, she wouldn't really have to
swallow even; it would just shoot straight down her throat and into her
stomach.

   Vee managed to get about half of Blacky's dick into her throat before
she stopped pushing forward.  She then slowly moved her head back and forth
on it.  In order to keep the tip of the dick from leaving her throat, this
in and out motion was only a couple inches.  It seemed enough to please
Blacky though.  He finally stopped struggling and stood still so she could
get him off.

   Vee had the sense of mind to reach down with her free hand and play with
her own pussy.  She knew that Sandra gave her rewards whenever she did
something extra kinky.  Masturbating while sucking a dog's dick definitely
fit that bill.  Vee probably figured that with luck this would get her put
back on a 12-hour shift with Blacky.

   I grabbed a piece of paper and made a note to provide Vee with a large
dildo to play with for next time.  I also wrote down to reduce her time
with Blacky by one hour.  Seeing this outcome, I knew Vee would masturbate
like crazy for the next 11 weeks in order to get back down to that 12-hour
mark.  Who knows, the masturbating might even get her to enjoy sucking
Blacky's dick.  Okay, maybe not...  ha ha.

   Fiddling with herself must have taken some of the edge off the act of
sucking Blacky's dick because after a minute Vee's fingers started to go a
bit faster.  She still didn't look like she was highly enjoying it, but
also didn't look like a robot any more either.  My guess is that it
distracted her just enough to make the ordeal almost bearable.

   She went on like this for a good 5 minutes until Blacky whined a little
and then started shooting his load down her throat.  When this happened
Vee's body froze up and her face turned bright red.  At the same time, she
let out a short burst of piss.  If I didn't know any better, I would have
sworn she had cum.  I don't know though, it just didn't seem like something
she would be able to get off on.  My guess is that it might have just been
an act for the camera.  Though, I have to admit, it was pretty damn
convincing.

   She wasn't allowed to move her head away from Blacky's dick.  She had to
wait until he was done cuming and moved away on his own.  She knelt there
with his dick in her mouth for another minute before Blacky pulled away and
lay down in the far corner.

   Vee looked over at the camera briefly with a very humiliated look on her
face.  She knelt there for a moment until she got her stomach under control
again.  She then crawled backward until her head was above the small pool
of piss she had released earlier.  She then took a deep breath, lowered her
head and then sucked the piss into her mouth and swallowed.  This maneuver
wasn't in order to get brownie points...  it was just to avoid punishment
for leaving piss on the floor of her cage.

   "Ugh!" I heard Uncle David grunt.

   I had seen enough of the video and hit stop.  I turned toward my uncles
and chuckled.  The softball had just been pulled out of David's asshole and
he was still convulsing.  Every time the ball comes out of his ass, David
goes into this uncontrollable humping action.  It's really funny to watch.
He looks kind of like a dog as he stands there on all fours humping at air.
As he humped at the air I noticed his condom was quickly filling up at the
same time.

   The convulsions only lasted about 30 seconds.  He then quickly turned to
find the ball so he could continue the game.

   I turned back to the computer and shot off another email to Sandra. 
After I archived the videos she sent, I turned the computer off and went
into the living room to watch TV until it was time to go pick Linda up.



   8.

   My faggot uncles ended up only having to play Tug of War for about 4
hours.  They were on the verge of passing out and David's asshole was
looking pretty raw.  Plus, I wanted to get over to the trailer park early
just in case Linda decided at the last moment to run away again.  I was
pleased in the knowledge that after today I wouldn't have to worry too much
about that anymore; thanks to the tracking device.

   When I arrived I turned on the transmitters from the hidden video
cameras.  There wasn't much going on but it was clear something had gone on
earlier.  The two were lying in Pupsiie's bed and necking.  They were fully
naked and were pretty sweaty.  I doubted that they got all that sweat just
from necking.

   They stayed like that for about 45 minutes until I called the house and
let the phone ring a couple times.  This was my signal to Linda that I had
arrived early and was waiting outside.  Pupsiie began to protest as Linda
started to dress.  However, Linda turned and gave her a quick slap across
the face.  I was about as shocked by it as Pupsiie seemed to be.  I
expected Pupsiie to get angry but she just bowed her head and kept quiet.

   "Don't cry," Linda whispered as she finished dressing.  "I'll be back
tomorrow."

   Linda then leaned down and gave Pupsiie a light kiss on the cheek she
had slapped earlier.

   "You better hurry and take a bath before your mom gets home," Linda said
as she headed toward the door.  "You smell like a whore."

   This last comment seemed to sting Pupsiie more than the slap had.  She
continued to cry but got up and headed toward the bathroom.  As I watched
her it was hard to tell if she was crying because Linda was leaving or
because of what Linda had done and said to her.

   Pupsiie was in the shower by the time Linda reached the car.  I handed
her some fresh videotapes and told her to go switch them out in the
recorders located under the trailer.  Changing the tapes in the middle of
the day was very dangerous.  However, I just couldn't wait until morning.

   It took all of my will power not to break every speed limit on the way
home.  The fear of the cops was about the only thing that kept me from
doing just that.  My driver's license was completely legal in that I took a
driver's test and all; however, the identification documents I used to get
it were not.  Every ticket I got was a chance someone might look deeper
into my identity.

   I stole glances at Linda as we drove home.  She didn't look too sad
about whatever she had just done with Pupsiie.  It was hard to tell for
sure if she had gotten over her reservations or not.  It is possible she
was just more concerned about her punishment.  I had yet to punish her for
running away and she knew it was just a matter of time before I decided to
dish that punishment out.

   "I have something for you."

   Linda jolted at the sudden break in silence.  Her face then lit up with
a wide smile when she seen me holding her jeweled butt plug.

   "Where...  how did you find it?" she said as she took it from me.

   As I suspected, she turned it in her hands and inspected it very closely
to ensure it was the same butt plug.  The company that made it probably had
over 1,000 come off the assembly line, but I had no doubt she could sort
through them all and find this specific one.

   "I got it back from Steve," I said.  "It wasn't free though.  In return
he wants one afternoon with you each week.  You can consider it part of
your punishment for running away in the first place."

   Her smile disappeared and she just looked down at the plug as though she
was calculating whether getting the plug back was worth the price.a

   "Okay," She whispered.

   I just chuckled; like she had a fucking choice about it.

   "Oh," Linda gasped.

   I glanced over and seen she had her right hand hidden under her dress. I
didn't see the plug in her other hand so I guessed she was inserting it up
her asshole.  She was required to plug one of her holes within 5 minutes of
getting home, but it still pleased me that she was not waiting until the
last minute like she normally did.  My guess was that she was just trying
to please me in order to reduce her additional punishment.

   The second we stopped in the garage, Linda jumped from the car and ran
into the house with the tapes in hand.  I went to my bedroom in order to
turn the tracking device on.  I wanted to make sure it would still pick up
the signal while the plug was stuffed up Linda's asshole.  I guess I could
have tested it on one of my uncles but it just didn't seem right having sis
wear something that had been up one of their assholes.  I was pleased to
see the device indicated a very strong signal.  I hit a key which sent a
signal back to the plug in order to put it into sleep mode; no reason
wearing the batteries down any sooner than necessary.

   I undressed and then walked out to the living room.  Linda had already
put the first tape in the machine and was kneeling naked next to my
La-Z-Boy chair.  I knew she was just trying to gain favor with me, but it
still seemed a bit odd how much she was trying to please me.  Who knows,
maybe it was just now dawning on her that I was doing all these things for
her own benefit.

   I sat in my chair and she put on her best smile as she handed me the
remote for the tape machine.  I was almost floored when she grabbed my dick
with both hands and started playing with it.

   "You know I'm still going to have to punish you; right?" I said with a
smile.

   Linda's smile turned to a frown.  She looked up into my eyes and slowly
nodded her head that she understood.

   "What kind of punishment do you think I should give you?" I asked.

   "I...  I don't know," she shivered.  "A spanking I guess."

   I laughed.  Of course she would pick that option.  She knew darn well
that I couldn't give her any kind of serious spanking without Pupsiie
noticing.  Sure, I could still dish out some pain but if I were to give her
the spanking she really deserved then her rump would be black and blue for
over a week.

   "Okay," I said.  "But you already know I can't give you any kind of
serious spanking.  So, I'm going to spread this spanking out.  I'm thinking
I will give you a light spanking every day for the next 6 months.  How
light that spanking is will be determined by how well you please me each
day."

   I almost laughed again at the expression on her face.  She looked like
she was doing some kind of complex formula in her head and no matter how
she rearranged the variables she couldn't come to a decision on if she had
made out well with this alternate punishment.

   I've yet to give Linda a severe punishment.  However, I've shown Linda a
few clips from my father's video archive that demonstrated what I
considered to be a severe punishment.  Trust me, she would probably sell
her soul to avoid one of those punishments.  Yet, she also knew that my
"light" spankings were anything but comfortable.  You would be surprised
how hard you can spank someone without leaving any serious marks on their
rump.

   That of course is assuming I even spank her rump every day.  She knew I
would probably mix it up a bit to prevent the bruising that could be caused
by repeated nightly spankings.  That is exactly what I planned to do too. I
was already working up a schedule in my head:

   Monday - Spank her ass.

   Tuesday - Flog her breasts

   Wednesday - take a belt to her back and the bottoms of her feet.

   Thursday - Spank her ass again.

   Friday - use a crop on her pussy.

   Saturday - Spank her ass yet again...  only much harder since she won't
be seeing Pupsiie again until Monday.

   Sunday - I might not spank or flog her on Sundays.  My arm will be
getting tired by then and even God rested on Sunday.  She could spend this
day praying...  that Monday never comes...  ha ha.

   "Think we should go ahead and get the first spanking out of the way?" I
smiled.

   "H...how about after we watch the videos?" she whispered.

   Like I've said many times already, she is a smart kid.  She knew that I
would be tired and most likely very sexually satisfied by the time we were
done with the tapes.  This meant the spanking would be much less severe.

   "I think we better do it now," I said with a chuckle.

   She looked like she was going to try to convince me otherwise, but
thought better of it.  The last thing she needed to do was risk pissing me
off.  So, she stood up and waited for me to get into position.  I scooted
forward to the end of my chair so I could spread my legs wider.

   A major blush spread across Linda's face as she maneuvered herself so
that my right leg was between her own.  She then bent her knees until her
pussy came into contact with my leg, just a few inches above my knee.  She
then angled her body slightly so she could lean down and lay across my lap.
As she did so she used one of her hands to angle my dick so that it would
be pressed between our bellies.

   This angle was a bit odd but it allowed me to hold her upper body down
easily with my left hand.  It also allowed me to feel if she started to get
wet from the spanking.  This was only about her 5th or 6th spanking, but
the last couple she did manage to get a little wet.  I didn't check her
that close so I guess it could have just been sweat.

   I almost came as I sat there rubbing her butt.  She always has this
delicious little shiver she does when she's waiting for the spanking to
begin.  It felt so great with her pressed so tight against my cock.

   She tensed up when I held her tighter with my left hand and raised my
right one off her rump.  A second later a loud slap echoed off the walls as
my hand came into contact with her ass.  I looked down to see a pretty red
handprint appear on her ass.  Her ass was too small for my large hands to
focus on just one cheek at a time, so the palm showed on one cheek and the
fingers on the other.

   "Oh!" Linda moaned as the wave of signals from her nerve cells reached
her brain.

   Her outburst was overlapped by another loud smack.  This one was a hair
harder than the last in order to remind her to keep quiet.  Moaning was
allowed, but her first outburst was closer to a scream than a moan.

   I gave her 3 more quick spanks and then stopped for a moment.  I raised
my hand and curled it into a fist a few times to get the tingling to go
away.  Believe it or not, there is actually an art to spanking.  I've found
that a tingling in the hand means I'm not going to leave any bruises. 
However, if my hand actually stings after a few spanks then I need to
lighten up a little to prevent long term marking.  I learned most of this,
of course, while I was training Sandra and toying with mom.  Convinced the
hits were just right, I went back to spanking sis.

   I gave her a good spank every few seconds.  About once a minute I would
stop and rub her ass cheeks lightly.

   "Ohhhh," Linda cooed as I rubbed her.

   She tightened up again when she felt my hand grab hold of the butt plug.
I smiled when I realized she had switched out her plugs.  She must have
guessed that I would indeed spank her tonight.  She loved the jeweled plug
but she learned weeks ago that it was anything but comfortable while
getting spanked.  It was made of metal and every time I spanked her it
would jab the thing hard into her guts.  The smallest rubber one she had
was slightly thicker but at least when my hand made contact it didn't jab
her as hard.

   She made the cutest little moans as I tugged at the plug.  Her asshole
was still very tight, especially around this larger plug.  Therefore, I
started out real slow and only tugged the plug enough to pull it about a
quarter inch out.  I then would let go so it could slide back in.  I did
this for a minute and then went back to spanking her.

   A minute later I stopped so I could rub her ass and play with the plug
again.  Only this time I brought the plug about half an inch out before
letting it slide back in.

   I repeated this routine for several more minutes until I was pulling the
plug all the way out of her ass before shoving it back in.  She tried to
act like she was dieing from it, but I could tell she was getting off on
it. She had leaked so much on my leg that she was literally sliding around
on it as I pushed and pulled at her plug.

   This was the most excited that I think I had ever seen her.  The funny
thing is that this was the first time I had ever really fucked her ass with
a toy.  I've stuck my finger in her ass a few times but normally I focused
more on her pussy.  I would have never dreamed she would enjoy anal games
this much.  Yeah, I think sis is definitely going to turn into a major anal
slut by the time I finished with her.

   I was pretty disappointed about Steve getting his dick up Linda's cunt
before me, but I was starting to take solace in the fact that she still had
a virgin hole I could focus on.

   "That's it, cum on my leg slut," I whispered to her as I continued to
pound her asshole with the plug.

   I smiled as I watched her struggle to reach her climax.  During her
prior spankings I always quit spanking her shortly after she climaxed.  My
guess is that she had noticed the pattern and was doing her best to end the
spanking as quickly as possible.  What she didn't realize was that the
pattern wasn't an oversight on my part.  I wanted her to notice the
pattern.

   It was a mind game that I had seen my father do to almost every one of
his slaves in his videos.  The slaves struggle to reach climax in order to
stop the pain of the punishment.  Over time you provide less and less
additional stimuli until they are able to climax from the punishment
itself.

   I was smiling because sis was basically training herself and didn't know
it.  The real funny part is that she will probably never realize the trap
she had set for herself.  Eventually, she will just wake up one day and
realize she is actually looking forward to her next punishment.  She won't
know why, she will just assume it was something I trained into her.

   While the plug seemed to get sis pretty randy, she seemed to be having
troubles pushing herself over the edge while I was pumping her so hard with
it.  For a moment I thought about helping her out by letting go of the plug
and fingering her pussy a little instead.  However, I decided it was best
not too.

   "Come on slut," I said.  "You need to learn how to cum this way.  Come
on, you can do it."

   I'm sure that some day sis will learn how to fake her cums.  Today
wasn't that day though.  There was no way in the world that the climax she
had was faked.  First, she started humping back at the plug and then down
against my leg.  She then started whimpering and moaning.  Then suddenly
she froze up and started shivering.  A deep blush ran from her neck to half
way down her back.  For a moment, all I could hear was the sloshing of her
pussy against my leg and the deep squeak of the leather as she squeezed at
the arm of my La-Z-Boy as though her life depended on it.  Then, she let
out a very long moan as her climax washed over her.

   The second I realized she was cumming I let go of the plug and started
giving her some very hard spanks.  She didn't even seem to notice that I
was spanking her again until after her climax started to subside.  I didn't
let up on her until she started grunting again to the impacts.

   "That's a good girl," I whispered as I stopped spanking her.  "Now,
clean up your mess."

   Amazingly, her face managed to turn even brighter red as she got off my
lap and back into her kneeling position.  She knew she was supposed to act
as though she enjoyed everything we did together, but she couldn't help but
scrunch up her nose in disgust as her face approached my wet leg.

   I don't know if sis was just maturing or if she was actually turning
into some kind of slut, but she seemed to be getting wetter every time we
played together.  That said, the amount of milky-white fluids on my leg was
10 times greater than normal.  It was pretty clear that she had let out a
little piss during her excitement as well.  It wasn't really a lot, but it
probably seemed like a gallon to her considering I had never made her drink
piss before.

   "It's dirty," she whispered, as she looked me in the eyes hoping for a
reprieve.

   "Hence the reason you need to clean it up," I laughed.

   I swear, despite how smart sis is she sometimes says the dumbest things.

   For a moment I thought she was going to refuse.  This would have put me
in a bit of a pickle since I had already spanked her as hard as I dared
without leaving marks.  It took her a few seconds but she finally brought
her face even closer and stuck out her tongue.  She let her tongue bathe in
the pool of liquid for a moment in order to determine how bad it actually
tasted.  The expression on her face is hard to explain.  She looked
disgusted, but you could tell it was more from the fact of what the liquid
contained than what it actually tasted like.

   I was very tempted to stick my finger in it and taste it myself.  I know
that makes me sound like a sex freak but it really wasn't a sexual thing.
If I was going to make my sis lick this mess up I figured I should at least
know what it tasted like.  I decided against it though.  Besides, it
couldn't have tasted all that bad because she managed to lick and suck it
up in less than a minute.  She didn't even turn green or anything.

   She gave me a puzzled look when she focused her attention on my dick. 
The prior times I spanked her I had climaxed.  I managed to control myself
this time, however, and there was only a large pool of precum.

   Linda was becoming accustomed to cleaning this type of mess up and
didn't even make a face as she did so.  She even sealed her lips to the tip
of my dick and sucked out the precum that was lingering inside.  This was
something I normally had to remind her to do.  Though, I'm pretty sure she
never really forgets to do it...  she just hopes I do.

   Her compliance today both confused and concerned me.  It had to be more
than just her trying to get out of future punishments.  Yet, I just
couldn't see what it might be.  Asking her about it was out of the question
of course.  I would look weak for asking and there was a good chance she
might not know why anyway.  Besides, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.  It
could be that her training was just now kicking in or something; discussing
it, however, might reverse the process.

   It was happening right after her ordeal with Steve, so my best guess is
that her new approach to our activities is a mix of her prior training and
the fact that she now realizes how well off she is under my care.  I hid a
lot of my other activities from her but she surely has seen enough to know
that I treat her way better than my other slaves.  In fact, I treat her so
well that she probably only recently realize that she was even my slave. 
That is probably why she ran away to begin with.

   It's all theory of course.  Only she really knows and even then it's
probably hidden in her subconscious mind.  The only thing I knew for sure
was that my dick was still hard and I had several hours of potentially
juicy tape to get through.

   I hit the lever on the chair that allowed me to lean back a little
without actually raising the footrest.  I then had Linda get into my lap. I
had her lay on her side with her legs across the top of mine and her head
and left arm resting against my stomach.  I'm sure it wasn't a super
comfortable position for her since her rump and part of her side was being
supported by the armrest.  It was cushioned but not necessarily designed to
provide comfortable support for anything over 10 to 20 pounds.

   Her rump covering most of my right hand rest so I used my right hand to
slide up and down her naked body.  I could feel goose bumps rising all over
her body as my fingers danced across it.  I guessed that this must be what
a blind person feels when they are reading brail.  I couldn't read brail of
course, but I was pretty sure I could make out what was written on her
skin...  "Fuck Me".

   "One of these days soon," I whispered to myself.a She let out barely
audible moans whenever my hand slid over her now red ass.  I'm certain that
my light touch must feel like heaven to her rump compared to what it had
just received.

   I finally let my hand come to rest near her neck so I could play with
her hair.  There was something about Linda's hair that turned me on.  I
couldn't tell you for sure what it was though.  Maybe it was just the way
it seemed so fine and smooth in comparison to mom's.  Mom had very nice
hair, but Linda's just seemed, well...  newer or something.  I guess it
could just be my imagination though.  Regardless, it still made my dick
hard when I ran my fingers through it.

   As I did this, I used my other hand to hit the button on the remote that
turned the tape machine on.  I immediately hit the fast-forward to get past
all the parts I had seen that morning already.

   "Are there any other good parts in the living room?" I asked as I seen
Linda and Pupsiie move to the bedroom.

   "No, we spent all day in the bedroom," Linda whispered back.

   "Well, get your ass over there and switch to the bedroom tape," I
laughed.

   Linda jumped up and did as she was told.  I think she liked it when I
played with her hair because after she positioned herself in my lap she
moved my hand to her head where it had been just moments earlier.

   I had planned to put my hand there anyway, but I felt a little
uncomfortable with the fact that she would place it there without being
told to do so.  I frowned at myself for taking it so easy on her.  I know
she is my sister but at this point in her training I should have already
made it clear to her that she is the slave and I am the master.  She
shouldn't be doing shit like that without being told to do so.

   Right now she was acting like we were a couple of lovers that just
happened to play the slave/master game sometimes.  I don't know, maybe that
is what I really want deep down.  But I know that such a thing would never
last.  As she got older she would learn better and try to leave again or
something.  I don't know why, but I just wasn't sure I had the strength to
do what was needed to make her my true slave.

   "Take off the rest of your clothes."

   Linda's comment on the tape drew my attention back to the screen. 
Pupsiie was pretty much naked already.  She just had a pair of ankle socks
on and a few pieces of jewelry.  She removed the socks first and then took
the jewelry off.  When she got to the earrings I noticed she just popped
them right off.  I don't' know why, but I thought for sure she had pierced
ears.  However, these were clearly just clip on earrings.

   I only noted the earrings because they looked way too sophisticated for
an 11-year-old girl.  You kind of expect to see a girl her age with bright
colored plastic earrings.  However, these were metal.  The camera was
zoomed out to cover half the room so it was hard to tell for sure what type
metal they were.  They were shaped into some kind of dark brown seashell.

   While they seemed odd for a girl her age, I only really noticed them
because sis took them from her and placed them on her own ears.  I had to
take a moment to try to remember if I had seen her wearing them on the way
home; I was pretty sure she hadn't.  They were hard to miss so I'm pretty
sure I would have noticed if she had worn them.

   "Wh...what are we going to do," Pupsiie stuttered after a long moment of
silence.

   "For starters, you are going to shut up," Linda said calmly.  "Whenever
we are naked I don't want you talking unless I ask you a question or give
you permission."

   Pupsiie blushed even deeper.  For an instant it looked like she was
going to say something but she caught herself and just nodded instead.

   It's funny, but at that very moment I think I felt more proud than I had
ever felt in my entire life.  I was proud of both sis and how well I had
trained her so far.  I can only imagine this is how parents feel when their
child walks or talks for the first time.  Until this moment, I had no idea
if sis had been paying attention to any of the things I let her watch me do
to mom.  I mean, of course I knew she was watching, but I wasn't sure if
she was learning.

   It was now clear to me that she had learned quite a lot.  She seemed to
be able to read Pupsiie like a book.  She knew exactly what buttons to push
and how hard she could push them.  I wished I could take full credit for
this, but I could tell there was more to it than just my training.  Some
kids have a natural born ability to do things like paint or play music. 
Linda's natural ability appears to be in the training of lesbian sluts.  I
guess it only makes sense that she would have a natural understanding of
these things...  she is, after all, the incest child of two sex slaves.

   I stopped combing my fingers through her hair for a moment and pushed
down lightly on her head.  My dick was only a couple inches away from her
face and it didn't take her much effort to reach it with her mouth.

   I hadn't really started her mouth and throat training yet so I had no
high expectations in regards to her blowjobs.  That's if you can even
really consider them blowjobs.  She mainly just licked at my dick and gave
it little kisses.  With a little motivation, I could get her to sometimes
struggle with the tip as well.  Though, she seldom could get the tip in her
small mouth.  It was okay though, she looked really cute just licking and
kissing it.  In time I would work her up to deepthroating it.

   As I watched more of the video I started to realize why sis seemed to be
in such good spirits.  She had done such a great job with Pupsiie that she
probably felt I had no choice but to reduce her penalties for running away.
The fair thing would be to do just that.  However, fairness has absolutely
nothing to do with our relationship; she was a slave and I was the master.
With any luck, my going through with her punishments will finally get this
fact straight in her head.

   "Why don't you come over here and show me what you have learned so far,"
Linda said to Pupsiie as she lay down on the bed naked.

   You could just read Pupsiie's mind as she stood there contemplating the
command.  What was about to happen no longer fell under the pretense of
"learning" or "experimenting".  She could easily write off everything prior
to this; however, to follow this order would not only make her a lesbian
but some kind of lesbian submissive.  I doubted that she has ever heard
such terms before, but that doesn't mean she didn't understand the concept.
Even a baby understands the concept of pain when you spank it for the first
time.

   In a way, I guess you could say that Pupsiie was on the verge of being
reborn.  Linda and I were delivering her into a whole new world.  And like
any newborn, I was certain that Pupsiie would spend many nights crying.

   Pupsiie stood there for a long time trying to contemplate her options.
What she failed to realize is that she really had no options.  She would be
born into this world whether she wanted to be or not.  Sure, she could
delay that birth but sis and I would eventually induce labor.

   Linda was a lot more patient than I would have been.  I probably would
have been screaming at Pupsiie by now.  However, Linda just laid back on
the bed, spread her legs and started toying with her own cunt.  She wasn't
exactly masturbating though.  She just kind of ran her fingers up and down
her slit.

   Sis must have read something in Pupsiie that I had not.  I knew the girl
liked sis more than just friends, but I had no idea that Linda's teasing
would draw Pupsiie in so much.  Pupsiie tried to look away a few times but
her eyes kept returning to Linda's crotch.  Before long, that is all she
was looking at.  Her face was still red but now instead of just
embarrassment there seemed to be a look of hunger as she stood there biting
her lower lip.

   "Come over here and get a better look," Linda said.

   Pupsiie seemed almost shocked as her body reacted to the command by
crawling onto the bed.  She swallowed hard as she crawled up and then
between Linda's legs.  For a moment I thought she was going to start eating
Linda's cunt but she kept crawling up until the two were face to face. 
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment and then Pupsiie lowered
her lips to Linda's.

   Linda had taught her about tongue kissing during their first make out
session and Pupsiie couldn't seem to get enough of it.  There is something
about two young girls kissing that really gets my dick extra hard.

   As they kissed Pupsiie's right hand slid down between their bodies in an
attempt to play with her own pussy.

   "No!" Linda said as she broke the kiss.  "You have to do a good job on
me first if you want to do that."

   Pupsiie must have been highly aroused because she refused to stop.  A
few seconds later there was a loud pop as Linda's palm slapped hard against
Pupsiie's right ass cheek.

   "Ow!" Pupsiie cried out.

   Pupsiie started to get up but Linda held her in place.

   "Maybe next time you will listen to me," Linda said.  "Now get down
there and do what you are told."

   Pupsiie gave Linda a very odd look.  It was hard to tell what she was
thinking at that moment but to me it seemed she wanted to do what Linda
commanded and even maybe enjoyed the fact that Linda was ordering her
around like this...  yet, at the same time she looked like she couldn't
believe that Linda was actually doing it.  It was just a guess on my part
though...  I guess its also possible Pupsiie was just trying to decide if
Linda was being serious or not.

   If so, Linda made it clear she wasn't joking when she put her hand on
Pupsiie's head and started pushing her downward.  Pupsiie took the hint and
went the rest of the way on her own.  Once her face reached Linda's stomach
she raised up into a kneeling position.  She glanced up at Linda's face but
quickly looked away in embarrassment when she realized Linda was staring at
her.

   Pupsiie slowly reached out her hand toward Linda's cunt.  She was so
nervous that you could even see her hand shaking on the tape.  I knew from
watching Pupsiie's nightly masturbation exhibitions that she knew what gave
a girl pleasure.  However, in her current state of mind she looked like a
teenage boy touching a girl's pussy for the first time.

   "Do it like I taught you!" Linda growled impatiently.

   Pupsiie pulled her hand away briefly and clinched it in and out of a
fist a couple times in an attempt to get better control of her digits.  She
then brought her hand back down with her index and middle fingers extended.
She placed the tips at the top of Linda's slit where she knew the clit was
hidden.  She then pressed down lightly and started rotating in small
counter-clockwise circles.

   "Mmm...  much better," Linda sighed.  "Now the other thing."

   Pupsiie retracted her middle finger and slowly slid her index finger up
and down Linda's slit.  She then gradually worked the finger into Linda's
cunt.  Being a virgin, Pupsiie had very little practice in this maneuver.
She slid her finger inside as though Linda's hole was the most delicate
thing in the world.  The tenderness she displayed actually made the
procedure look rather romantic in a weird sort of way.  I couldn't help but
laugh out loud though.  I could just imagine what Pupsiie's face will look
like the first time I show her how much abuse that "tender" hole can really
take.

   "That's nice," Linda sighed again.  "You keep being a good slut like
this and maybe I will pop that cherry of yours soon."

   "You didn't pop her cherry did you!" I growled down at Linda.

   "Duh, of course not," she replied and then went back to licking my cock.

   I bit my teeth together hard and forced myself to get my anger under
control.  No other slave would dare speak to me in this fashion.  Even my
own mother knew I would whip the skin off her if she did.  I really needed
to work more discipline into Linda's training.  I don't want her going
around calling me "master" all the time and stuff like that, but there has
to be a certain level of respect.

   The issue came to more than just respect though.  It didn't just anger
me when she spoke like this...  it scared me.  If she was willing to speak
out like this then what else might she be capable of?  I was quickly
learning that I was really out of my league in regards to training Linda
the way I wanted.  I was also learning that my love for sis could become a
major problem.  My father deeply loved my mother but even he managed to
bring himself to train her like he would any other slave.

   I didn't want to ruin the night by thinking of shit like this, so I
focused on the TV where Pupsiie was finally getting up a good in and out
rhythm.  For a couple of little girls they actually looked pretty erotic
with Pupsiie driving her finger in and out while Linda bit at her lower lip
and gripped the covers in her fists.

   "Rotate your hand so the knuckles of your other fingers punch lightly
into my clit," Linda managed to say in-between deep breaths.

   Pupsiie did as she was told and only got in about 5 more ins and outs
before Linda entered her climax.  Her body tensed up and she gripped the
bed sheets so hard that I though she was going to rip them.  I'm not sure
if Pupsiie actually knew what a climax was or that she had just never
experienced one as intense as the one Linda was having.  Regardless of the
reason, Pupsiie got a confused and somewhat concerned look on her face and
started to remove her finger from sis.

   "Oh, shit!" Linda moaned as the climax continued to wash over her. 
"Don't you fucking stop!"

   I could tell that sis was not faking her climax.  However, I could also
tell she was exaggerating it just a bit.  It was actually smart thinking on
her part if you ask me.  I was certain that Pupsiie would start to wonder
why she never had climaxes like this also.  I just hoped it didn't make her
so curious that she does something stupid like bust her own cherry.

   "One of these days we will bust that little cherry of yours and you can
feel this good also," Linda smiled as her body let out a few last flutters.
"Until then, I don't want you even touching that cherry.  You got that?!"

   Great minds think alike.  It was as though she was reading my mind.  I
couldn't have said it any better either.  I swear, if I didn't have such a
great desire to dominate sis I would probably take her on as a partner
instead of a slave.

   "Stick your finger in your mouth," Linda ordered.

   Pupsiie gave her a puzzled look and then took the finger from her free
hand and stuck it in her mouth.  Linda laughed for a few seconds.

   "Please tell me you aren't that stupid," she said.

   Linda then reached down and grabbed the hand Pupsiie was currently using
to fuck her cunt.  She pulled her hand out and then held that hand out away
from her body.  She then used her other hand to grab the one Pupsiie was
currently sucking on and did the same to it.

   "Now keep your hands held out like that and don't fucking move," Linda
growled.

   Pupsiie looked like she was going to cry from Linda's obvious anger at
her.  Linda ignored her and instead reached up and removed one of the clip
on earrings she had put on earlier.

   "If you don't want this to get worse you will do as I said and not
move," Linda warned again.

   Linda then reached over with her empty hand and used her thumb and index
finger to try to pinch Pupsiie's tit.  Pupsiie hadn't developed much since
I had toyed with her a few months prior.  Her breasts were only barely
starting to cone out.  It was just enough to distinguish her breast from
that of a boy's.  Pupsiie's areola and nipple were especially prominent as
they puffed out almost like some kind of large pinkish blister.  It was
this portion of Pupsiie's breast that Linda finally got a hold of.

   Her nipple must have been especially sensitive because Pupsiie's hands
immediately began to come to the rescue.  Linda let go of the nipple the
second she seen the movement and Pupsiie halted her hands from getting any
closer.

   Pupsiie was still letting out a sigh of relief when Linda took a swing
and landed her palm hard against Pupsiie's breast.  Pupsiie just looked
down in horror for a moment until the pain registered.  She then folded her
arms across her breasts and bent forward and cried in agony.

   "Next time you will fucking listen, won't you?" Linda said calmly.  "Now
sit back up and put yor hands back out."

   Why Pupsiie complied, I have no idea.  I doubt she even knew why; but
she did.  Pupsiie flinched as Linda's hand immediately went back to her
breast and pinched the nipple again.  Pupsiie's eyes clinched shut in
obvious discomfort as Linda pulled the nipple outward slightly.

   Linda then brought the clip on earring toward the nipple.  Once it got
close Linda's hands and body hid her actions from the camera.  All I could
tell was that Linda seemed to be struggling to get the earring on.  I knew
the second she managed to do it, however, because Pupsiie let out a loud
yelp.

   "Please take it off," Pupsiie begged.

   "What did I say about keeping your mouth shut?" Linda said.

   Pupsiie stopped speaking but she kept begging with her eyes.  Pupsiie's
hands kept trying to go to her tit's rescue and she had to keep willing
them back into place.  I'm sure the earring was plenty uncomfortable but I
doubted it was hurting her half as much as the slap had.  The hand print
from the slap across her other breast was now a very angry red.  It even
looked like it might be swelling a little.

   "Now, are you going to stick the proper finger into your mouth or do I
need to use the other earring," Linda smiled.

   Pupsiie quickly brought her finger toward her face.  When it got close,
however, she remembered where it had been and brought it to a halt.  Her
eyes went from the sticky wet finger to Linda's face.  Linda just smiled
and stared back.

   "The sooner you clean that finger the sooner I will remove the earring,"
Linda informed her.

   Pupsiie's face flushed a bright red as she came to the realization that
she was going to actually have to suck Linda's cum off the finger.  She
took one more quick look at the moist finger and then closed her eyes tight
and opened her mouth.  Then, very slowly, she brought the finger toward and
then into her mouth.

   She made a very disgusted look as she closed her lips around the finger
and tasted Linda for the first time.

   "You better get used to the flavor," Linda said with a laugh.  "You are
going to get to taste that a lot more in the weeks to come."

   Pupsiie began to cry again at this last announcement.  She didn't stop
sucking at the finger, however, until Linda gave her the okay.

   "That's a good girl," Linda said as she leaned in and gave Pupsiie a
deep kiss.

   Despite the kiss, you could still hear Pupsiie yelp as Linda yanked the
earring off Pupsiie's nipple.  After Linda broke the kiss and backed away,
Pupsiie reached down to her sore nipple.  It was funny watching her trying
to nurse the nipple.  She would try to rub the pain away only to find that
the contact caused almost an equal amount of pain.  Her hand would shoot
away for a second then return to try to nurse it again.

   Linda watched for a moment.  She then grabbed Pupsiie's wrists and lay
back down on the bed, pulling Pupsiie along with her.  She then turned so
they were both on their sides facing each other.

   "You did pretty good for your first time," Linda whispered.  "You made
some mistakes but overall you made me proud.  As a reward I'll kiss your
nipple and make it all better."

   Pupsiie's eyes opened wide in fear as Linda slid down the mattress until
her mouth was near Pupsiie's sore nipple.  You could tell that Pupsiie
thought for sure that Linda was going to bite her nipple or something
painful like that.  However, Linda leaned forward and only gave it very
light tender kisses.

   Linda would give the nipple a few kisses then stick her tongue out and
flick at the bud for a moment.  Then, she would go back to the kisses
again. After repeating this a few times Pupsiie's body finally relaxed.

   This must have been what Linda was waiting for because the second
Pupsiie relaxed one of Linda's free hands slid down between their bodies
and started to toy with Pupsiie's pussy.  Pupsiie froze up for a moment
again but quickly relaxed.  A minute later she even bent her knee so she
could raise her upper leg in order to give Linda better access to her cunt.

   "Oh," Pupsiie moaned as Linda's fingers did a dirty dance across her
clit.

   She let out an even louder moan when Linda went from just kissing
Pupsiie's nipple to sucking at it.  The moan seemed to be a mix of both
pleasure and pain.  I knew this sound very well from all the times I've
played with sis' tits.  Like Pupsiie, Linda's nipples were very sensitive.

   From Pupsiie's reactions, it seemed the sucking was bringing more
pleasure than pain.  She even reached down and held Linda's head in place.
This action only made Linda increase the suction.

   Pupsiie was stuck in a bit of a catch 22.  The more signs of pleasure
she showed, the more Linda would increase the suction and therefore the
soreness in the sensitive nipple.  You could tell she was trying to hide
the pleasure she was feeling but her body kept betraying her.  It wasn't
long and she gave up trying to save her breast and let her climax overtake
her.

   "Mmm," Pupsiie moaned as she road out the intense orgasm.

   As the orgasm peaked, Linda was providing as much suction as she could
to the nipple.  She even bit down on it lightly a few times.  Pupsiie was
so taken by the orgasm that she couldn't say or do anything.  She just
looked down at Linda's head with this mixed expression of pain and
pleasure.

   While I watched, I reached down and pushed Linda's mouth harder against
the tip of my dick.  She knew what this meant and opened her mouth as wide
as she could.  Thanks to our practice, she could stretch her mouth open a
lot more than the first time we had tried this.  However, it still hurt a
little as the crown of my dick slid across her teeth.  Once past, however,
it felt great as the head of my dick expanded again into the cavern of her
mouth.  I could feel her trying to swish her tongue back and forth under it
like I had told her to do in the past.  The fit was just too tight,
however, and she could only move it about a quarter inch this way or that.

   The real pleasure, however, started when she provided suction and began
to slide one of her free hands up and down the shaft of my dick.

   "Try to take it all this time," I whispered to her.

   She blushed at the thought of what I was going to make her do but she
didn't stop masturbating me.  A second later I felt my cum race up the stem
of my dick and shoot into her mouth.  I reached around and put my hand on
her throat as I came.  It turned me on to feel her throat struggling to
swallow all my cum.  She had to work so hard at taking my load that you
could literally hear her guzzling the slime down.

   As my climax came to an end I looked away from the TV for a moment and
to a large mirror several feet away.  I had placed the mirror there just
for times like this so I could get a better view of our activities.  What I
seen made me almost cum yet again.  There was my sister's angelic face
stuffed with my dick.  She also had a tiny river of cum running from each
nostril.  The little streams ran from her nose, across her lips and then
down the shaft of my dick where it was getting spread around by the tiny
hand that was still masturbating me.

   I had to turn my view back to the TV to keep from getting too overly
excited and trying to do something stupid like shove my dick down her
throat.  I had a video camera set up next to the mirror so I knew I was
getting some good footage.  It would give us something to watch during one
of our other family movie nights.

   On the screen, Pupsiie was finishing up her orgasm as well.  Like my
own, I'm sure hers also felt like it had lasted forever.  However, it only
lasted maybe 20 to 30 seconds at most.  As it subsided Linda stopped
torturing Pupsiie's nipple and slowly kissed her way back upward until she
reached her lips again.  Pupsiie gladly accepted Linda's tongue and they
Frenched for a couple minutes.

   Finally, their faces backed away from each other.  They just stared into
each other's eyes for a moment while they each tried to catch their breath.

   "Now its time to clean my fingers," Linda said as she brought her slimy
index and middle finger between their faces.

   Pupsiie knew where those fingers had just been as well and didn't want
to have anything to do with them.  For an instant it looked like she might
object.  However, one hard glance from Linda and Pupsiie closed her eyes
and opened her mouth again.

   After Pupsiie cleaned the two fingers off I fast-forwarded the tape to
see if there was anything else of interest.  Most of the rest of the tape
was just them making out on the bed.  They played a little dress up.  There
was a short period where Pupsiie rested on the bed while Linda did
something on Pupsiie's computer.  This went on for a good 30 minutes before
she returned to the bed with Pupsiie.  I rewound the tape a couple minutes
and then hit play so I could hear what was going on in the room.  You
couldn't see the computer screen from the angle the camera was at and I was
hoping I could hear what game she was playing.  She wasn't playing a game
though.  All you could hear was her clicking at the keyboard.

   "What were you doing?" I finally asked.

   "Downloading a lesbian photo," Linda said after she sucked the last
dregs from my dick and removed the head from her mouth.

   "For 30 minutes?"

   "Well, I had to find the perfect photo," Linda replied.  "I wanted one
that best represented what we had done today.  It's not easy to find a
picture of a girl sucking cum off her fingers.  I figured I would change
the photo every time we did something together so she has a constant
reminder of our time together.

   "I put the picture up as her background photo for her windows," Linda
laughed.  "I made sure she knew not to change it unless I gave her
permission first."

   "What about her fucking mom?" I growled.

   "What about her?" Linda replied.  "Even if she sees it the worst she
will think is that her daughter is a lesbian.  Heck, it might even give her
mom some fantasies about her own daughter.  Or, better yet, she might
arrange for a date between Pupsiie and a coworker or someone that is also a
lesbian...  so her daughter can learn more about her lifestyle."

   Goddamn sis was smart for her age.  While I was just assuming something
negative would come out of it, sis was seeing all the positives and
thinking 5 steps ahead.  Yep, she definitely had a knack for this.

   -- Continued -

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written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone such activities
in real life.  Also, I do not recommend that you try duplicating anything
mentioned in my stories; even if you are doing them legally.  I try to keep
most of the activities semi realistic, however, many of these things can
and probably would cause severe damage. 
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