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 Robert's Hansel and Gretel

   As the file name indicates, this story is part of the Robert series. 
Robert and his sister enjoy some time in Florida.  They don't get much of a
tan though since they spend most of their time in the RV with a couple new
slaves.  You will also find a small update on Vee.  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.

   Like father, like son.

   It is probably one of the biggest cliché sayings there is.  However, it
is also very true.

   Most sons, like myself, even go out of our way to be like our fathers.
Why wouldn't we?  In a way we are their legacy; and almost every father is
a hero in their son's eyes.  But what does a son do when everyone believes
his father was a monster?  Yeah, that is a bit of a pickle.

   You see, regardless of what anyone, including myself, thinks of my
father, it doesn't change the fact that a part of him lives inside me.  I
can't change that...  no one can.  All I can do is try to use those aspects
of myself in the most productive manner possible.

   Have I done monstrous things like my father?  Yes.  But does that really
make me a monster?  I guess someone looking on from the outside would
answer, "yes" to that question also.  However, I honestly feel that on the
whole I'm not as bad as many have made me out to be.

   Take Troy from my last entry for example.  Many would say that I was a
monster for the things I did to him.  What they fail to acknowledge,
however, was that Troy was a rapist and possibly a murderer.  Granted, all
of my evidence is purely circumstantial and a little speculative; but hell,
half the people on death row were probably convicted on a lot less.

   Is Troy out there raping and murdering now?  No.  That is because I got
to him first.  Hell, I'm the fucking hero of the story.

   Now, I'm not going to sit here and claim that everything I do is solely
for the betterment of mankind.  Shit, I have to have some fun too don't I?
I'm just saying that while I'm out there doing these "monstrous" things, I
honestly try my best to make some good come out of it.

   This brings me to the next set of slaves I acquired during my journeys.

   2.

   During my stay in Florida I made sure I kept a close eye on Troy.  He
had some new "friends" looking out for him now, but I knew it was still
very possible that the 18-year-old might either get smart, fail to get his
drugs and end up in the hospital, or simply get busted by the cops. 
Therefore, I made sure I checked the footage from the hidden cameras in the
park every chance I got.

   It is hard to explain, but I got a wild sense of pride watching the
footage of Troy whoring himself to strangers for drug money.  I guess it is
a lot like how a painter or other artist must feel once they finish a piece
and stand back and admire it.

   During most of my stay in Florida, however, I only spent about 20 to 30
minutes each day focused on Troy.  Once I released him there just wasn't
anything to do but review the footage of the bathrooms.  Even if I felt it
was safe to approach him, I sure as hell didn't feel safe about actually
doing anything with him again.  Not with all the STDs he was probably
exposing himself to.

   So, what did I do with the rest of my time?  Well, I definitely didn't
spend all my time just walking on the beach.  No, I spent most of my time
working on some new slaves.

   Their names were Danny and Susan, but I labeled all of their video
footage as Hansel and Gretel.  To be honest, I don't remember why I started
thinking of them as Hansel and Gretel.  For some reason they just reminded
me of the two fairy tail characters.

   There were of course similarities.  The obvious one was that they were
brother and sister like the storybook characters.  You could tell they were
siblings at first glance.  They both shared the same exact black hair and
various facial features.  Danny was 12 years old and Susan was 15.

   Another similarity was that they were dirt poor.  You could tell they
tried to keep themselves cleaned up and all, but their clothes were worn
out and the luggage bag they had with them was so torn up that they had to
wrap twine around it to keep it shut.

   Unlike Hansel and Gretel, however, the two were not trying to find their
way home.  Instead, they were running away from it.  I later found out that
their father was at the beginning stages of sexually abusing both of them.
He hadn't fucked them yet but he did fondle them.  Their mother had long
since disappeared, leaving Susan as the lady of the house.  Apparently,
their father felt Susan up several times over a 3-month period.  The
impression I got was that she probably would have continued to let him do
this and even fuck her, had it not been for the fact that she caught him
fondling her little brother as well.

   I found them not far from where I had dropped Troy off just a few days
prior.  They were sitting on some steps outside a Greyhound bus station. 
While I was definitely scouting for new slaves at the time, I hadn't really
planned on anyone as young as they were.  I'd had so much fun with Troy
that I actually was hoping to find another adult male.

   There was just something about enslaving older people that had a certain
appeal to it.  I guess it was the added risk and danger.  There was that
short time at the beginning where there was always the risk they might make
the first move and end up enslaving you instead of the other way around. 
Even after you get them tied up and stuff there is still a certain degree
of danger they might be able to escape because they are smarter and
stronger than a child would be.

   However, as I drove past and seen the two sitting there I couldn't help
but think how good of slaves they could become.  You couldn't ask for
better timing either.  They were sitting alone out there counting what
little money they had in order to decide where they might be able to run
off too.  And like a knight in shining armor, I bring our lovely, brand new
gingerbread RV to a halt a half dozen feet away from them.

   I didn't want to draw too much attention so I had sis get out and join
them on the steps.  I then continued to drive for several blocks until I
found a good spot to pull over.  Sure enough, less than 10 minutes later I
seen sis walking up the street toward me with Danny and Susan in tow.

   Getting them to follow sis had been extremely easy.  Not only was she a
girl but she was even younger than Susan.  Add a very expensive RV into the
equation and the threat level was pretty low.  Now, had I been the one to
approach them and had been driving some ratty old van, then I'm sure the
result would have been completely different.

   When the two got to the RV they seemed more excited about seeing the
inside of the vehicle than they did the free ride sis had offered them. 
They were even more at ease when they realized Linda had told them the
truth about it being just sis and I in the RV.  Parents would have
immediately questioned whether they were running away from home.  However,
sis and I were young enough that they felt we could probably relate, even
if we were obviously from two different income brackets.  They still fed us
a bunch of BS though about traveling to see their sick mother.

   I had stopped at a perfectly legal spot and figured we might as well
stay there for an hour or so.  Susan seemed pretty anxious to get on the
road but almost jumped for joy when I offered to make them something to
eat. They probably just left their house less than an hour or two ago, yet
were already starving.  When I think back, I honestly feel I was doing
these two a favor by abducting them.  If they didn't starve, they certainly
would have ended up in some guy's basement for the rest of their lives...
which probably wouldn't have been very long.

   Sure, they would hate every minute with me, but in the long run they
were definitely better off.

   Sis gave them a couple glasses of drugged soda and they were passed out
in the dining area before I even got half way done making sandwiches.  The
food of course was not for them, but for sis and I.

   We used the same knockout drug on them as we did with Troy.  Unlike
Troy, however, I had no plans to keep them drugged up.  I had plenty of the
drugs, but just seen no need to actually do it.  They would be easy to
control without it.  Plus, I didn't want to dip into my drug supply any
more than I had too.

   Sis and I were watching the late news when we heard Danny and Susan
coming too.  Well, actually I was watching the news.  Sis was only sitting
with me because there was nothing else for her to do.  She pretended to
watch but I knew she wasn't interested.  She looked so bored that I thought
she might actually volunteer to rim my ass just to have something to do.

   Okay, she wasn't that bored.  In fact, she had been doing her best to
keep a low profile all night in hopes I wouldn't remember her daily rimming
session.  I hadn't forgotten.  However, she had done a good job getting
Danny and Susan into the RV, so I felt she deserved a small reward.  If she
started getting grumpy though you can bet I would have her on her knees
licking my asshole in a heartbeat.

   I didn't blame her for being bored.  It wasn't long ago and the TV news
bored me to death also.  However, ever since I abducted Troy I've had a
different outlook in this regard.  Now, watching the news was my number one
priority.  Not just that, but browsing it on the internet as well.

   Troy must have drifted around a lot because I never did see any stories
about him being missing.  I did, however, expect to see something that very
night about Danny and Susan.  To my surprise, there wasn't anything.

   It would be several days later before I got the full story about Danny
and Susan's father.  While I'm sure their father reported them missing, he
probably didn't provide the cops a lot to go on.  It was in his best
interests that they not be found.  At least not by the cops.  Most likely
he told the cops their mother had probably taken them.  This alone would
slow the cops down big time.  It would not be easy for local cops to find a
runaway mother.

   That is assuming they even put a priority on it.  Even if they found
her, then what?  It's not like they were divorced.  About all they could do
was confirm she had taken the kids and that they had not been abducted by
someone else.  So, unless the father bugged them every 5 minutes, the case
would most likely go to the bottom of the pile.  Which it apparently did
because I never did see any stories in the paper or on TV about them.

   Like I said though, I didn't figure all of this out till much later. 
So, you can probably guess how paranoid I was that first week or so.  I was
constantly moving the RV from place to place.  I also never left the RV. 
We had plenty of food and we weren't really using that much gas.  The only
time I ever went outside was late at night in order to put fresh batteries
and stuff into the video cameras and recorders I had set up in the park and
truck stop bathrooms in order to watch Troy.  Sis only got to go outside in
order to empty the sewage system and fill the water tank.

   While I was constantly nervous, I was also very excited.  It felt very
similar to when I had acted in a school play a few years back.  I was
extremely nervous while I was on the stage but immediately afterward every
atom in my body seemed to spark with life and joy.

   Anyway, the two siblings were anything but happy when they woke up. 
Susan was first to wake, followed by Danny about 30 minutes later.  Other
than a few moans when they woke up, the two staid pretty quiet.  I'm sure
they just didn't want to draw attention to the fact that they were awake. I
knew the feeling.  I constantly did the same thing when I was caged.  You
know pretending to be asleep is not going to save you.  But at the same
time you know it might buy you at least a few minutes.

   The fact that they did this told me that they already had a good idea of
what might be in store for them.  It made my dick hard thinking of them
sitting back there worrying about what exactly was going to happen to them.
Were they going to be raped?  Were they going to be tortured to death? 
Were they going to be cut up and turned into lampshades?  Or, were all
these things and more going to happen to them?

   I'm pretty sure they were thinking the worst because they started
whimpering big time when they heard me finally get up and walk to the
bedroom area where I had them chained up.

   I stood watching over them for more than two minutes.  They were
absolutely lovely.  We had them stripped naked of course.  We had their
hands cuffed behind them and their ankles shackled.  The chains from the
cuffs and shackles were overlapping which basically hogtied them.  To limit
their movements even more, I had used a single pair of cuffs to connect the
two sibling's chains to one another.

   When I removed this set of cuffs Susan immediately rolled over the best
she could so she could look at her brother.  She blushed when she realized
she was showing her little brother her nakedness.  However, she also seemed
relieved that he was not hurt.  I was pleased to see that little Danny boy
had a semi hard on despite all the fear.

   His dick wasn't anywhere near as big as mine, but it was still pretty
impressive for a kid his age.  Once fully hard I estimated it would be
about 6 to 7 inches long and 1.5 inches thick.  If he kept growing like
most kids then he probably would end up with an 8 to 8.5 incher.  It
wouldn't win any prizes at the fair but it would still keep the ladies
pleased.

   Susan's body was as well developed as Danny's dick.  Her tits looked
like they were almost fully developed already.  They were the perfect size
also.  They were just big enough that you could tit fuck her, yet not so
big that they would eventually sag all the way to the floor as she got
older.

   She still had some baby fat on her, but overall her figure was pretty
slim.  As I surveyed her body I smiled when I seen her trimmed pussy.  I'd
seen it earlier of course when I disrobed her.  I'd also checked her
virginity status.  Her hymen was gone, but that was not unusual for a girl
her age.  I didn't know about her father at the time, so I figured she had
lost her hymen while masturbating or riding her bike or something.  Of
course, it was also possible she was fucking a neighbor boy.

   To be honest I didn't really care if she was a virgin or not.  I just
cared if she had her hymen.  If she had then I would have had fun removing
it.  But it was no big deal that she no longer had it.  There would still
be plenty of fun things we could do together.

   I'm not sure if either of them knew for sure what I planned to do with
them.  However, from the amount of tears they were shedding I think they
did realize that it wouldn't be anything good.

   Me?  Well I was extremely excited both physically and mentally.  I
hadn't gone through all of my father's videos yet, but so far it seemed he
very seldom took on more than one slave at a time.  And on those rare
occasions he seldom had the luxury of the slaves being related to each
other.  Yet, here I was with yet another pair of blood related slaves. 
This made me proud since a majority of my slaves have either been related
to each other or to myself.

   Of course, I knew a lot of it was just pure luck.  Deep down I think I
even knew back then that another big part of it was because my father was
pickier about his slaves.  Half the footage my father had on each slave was
just recon work.  He would spy on them for days and even weeks on end
before he would decide if he wanted to turn them into slaves or not.  And
here I was just picking people off the streets at random.

   I knew that I should really follow my father's footsteps in this regard.
About a year ago I even remembered telling myself I would spend at least 6
months to a year with each slave.  However, pulling people off the street
like this was a ton of fun.  Not only that, but I had the advantage of
youth.  I could afford to take more chances than my father did.  Not only
did I look less suspicious because of my age but even if I got caught there
was a lot less risk of me serving any real hard time.

   It wasn't without its drawbacks though.  For one, I was missing the
thrill of the chase.  I had gotten a small taste of that when sis and I
enslaved Pupsiie a year ago.  I also got to see a lot of it in my father's
videos.  It's a very addictive feeling, however, I guess at this time in my
life I was thinking more with my dick and it's immediate needs.

   While this was reason enough to follow my father's techniques, the
biggest one was the fact that I really didn't know if these slaves were
really submissives or not.  That may seem trivial to some, but to me it
wasn't; especially after my time in the cage.  Enslaving a non submissive
was just torture for torture's sake.  Some, like Vee and Troy, had it
coming but even then I felt a little bad about doing it.

   Anyway, when it came to Danny and Susan I was pretty sure I had made a
good selection.  It is hard to explain but they just had this look about
them, especially Susan.  I seen it in their faces the second I spotted them
at the bus stop.  It was this kind of scared submissiveness about them...
as though they would piss themselves if they heard a pin unexpectedly drop
a block away.

   Of course, right now they were probably too scared to even piss
themselves.  Both of them stared up at me with their pretty green eyes.  I
probably should have gagged them to be on the safe side.  However, I was
hoping they would start begging.  To my surprise, they kept their mouths
shut.

   I think Danny was quiet in hopes that his sister would do the talking
for them.  However, I could tell Susan had already figured out that talking
was not a smart thing to do right now.  I wasn't wearing a mask and I'm
sure she realized this was not a good sign.  She probably even thought we
planned to kill them.

   Many reading this probably think they would scream their heads off in a
situation like this.  Who knows, some people might even do that.  However,
Susan was smart enough to know that if I actually planned to kill her then
I would not hesitate to do so immediately if she started yelling.  Though,
if she knew some of the things I had planned for her and her brother then
she probably would have taken that risk.

   I stood over them and watched them cry for a couple minutes before I
grabbed a couple gags.  Like I said, I knew they would put up a little bit
of a fight once they heard what I had planned for them.

   "Please," Susan said when she seen me bring a ring gag toward her face.

   I doubt she had ever even heard of a ring gag before, but she certainly
knew it wasn't anything good.  Susan was big enough that I was able to use
a store bought ring gag on her.  However, her little brother required a
specially built one that Vee had acquired at some point in her past.

   The two didn't like the gags one bit.  You can't really blame them
though.  The damn things painfully stretch your mouth and you have
virtually no control over your drooling.  The siblings seemed more
concerned about the drooling at first.  When they felt the drool running
down the side of their faces they both angled their face upward to help
stop it.  It's funny how many slaves make this mistake when they are gagged
for the first time.  When I seen them face upward I did a quick "eeny,
meeny, miny, moe" which Danny lost.  I then leaned over his face and spit
right into his mouth.

   I couldn't help but laugh my ass off at the look the two of them gave
me. You would think I had just shit in Danny's mouth or something.  They
were only in shock for a split second though before they turned their heads
downwards the best they could.

   "My name is Robert, but you can call me master," I calmly told them.

   I didn't use my real name of course.  Linda and I always used fake names
when talking to anyone inside or out of the trailer.  For simplicity,
however, I will just use "Robert" and "Linda" in this entry.

   They didn't dare look up at me again, but I could tell that the term
"master" meant very little to them.  I chuckled again when I realized that
Danny was probably thinking I planned to teach them martial arts or
something.

   I didn't leave them in the dark for long though.  I leaned over and
brought my face very close to Susan's ear.  I then put my hand over Danny's
ear and pushed him into the bed below him so that he couldn't hear me talk
to his sister.

   "Both of you are my sex slaves now," I informed her.  "If I tell either
of you to do something then you say 'yes, master' and then you fucking do
it."

   Giving the ground rules up front to a new slave was pretty vital but it
always comes out sounding corny no matter how you do it.  At least it
always sounds corny to me.  Susan seemed to find the rules more disturbing
than corny I think.

   I went through a short list of rules and made sure she realized that
nothing good would come of not following these rules.  I then told her I
would give her some time alone with her brother to explain it all.  I then
took my hand away from her brother's head and removed her gag.  I thought
about making her have to explain it all through the ring gag but I wanted
to watch some TV and knew she wouldn't be able to whisper to him with the
gag in place.  Plus, it would be hard for him to understand her through the
gag and I wanted to make sure he knew the rules also.

   She had only been wearing the ring gag for about 5 minutes but she acted
like it had been 5 hours as she wiggled her jaw back and forth to get the
kinks out of her sore jaw muscles.

   I guess I could have explained the rules to both of them at the same
time.  However, it turned me on to make her have to explain their current
situation to her little brother.  Sis and I walked back into the TV area to
give the siblings a little privacy.  Or at least I'm sure they thought
that. I had several hidden cameras in the RV and would later be able to
hear every word she said.

   It probably would have embarrassed her more had I stood over her while
she explained things to little Danny boy, but I was curious what she would
tell him if she thought I wasn't listening.

   To my disappointment, however, she didn't try to hatch any escape plans.
Hell, she even made her brother promise he would do whatever I said.  I
know she was only looking out for his welfare, but I couldn't help but
wonder if she wasn't a little more submissive than she put on.  Maybe she
would even enjoy some of our time together.  Okay, maybe not but the
thought still made my dick hard.

   The really good part of the camera footage, however, came when she got
to the sex part.  I don't think she had noticed her little brother's hard
dick, because she talked to him as though he didn't even know what sex was.
It was hot listening to her explain it all though.  As I watched the video
later it was hard to tell which one ended up blushing the most.

   It wasn't all just blushing though.  They cried a lot as well. 
Especially when Susan started explaining that I might want to have sex with
him.  I don't think gay sex was something Danny had ever seriously thought
about because he didn't take that news that well.  It got even worse for
Danny when Susan forced herself to explain some of the things I might do to
him.

   It was at this time that I first started to realize why Susan and Danny
might have been running away from home.  Or at least I was pretty certain
at the time they were runaways.  You see, either Susan had a very keen
intellect or she had already been doing some thinking about male on male
sex.  Of course it is easy for me to say that, now that I know all the
facts about how their father had been fondling them and stuff.  But still,
I'm pretty certain that the thought did cross my mind several times prior
to them confessing all of this to me.

   Anyway, as Susan ran down the gory details in the back, Linda and I were
up front watching some porn on TV.  I really didn't need to be watching
porn to stay hard at a time like this.  However, I knew the sounds from the
TV would help increase Susan and Danny's anxiety over what was about to
happen to them.

   Susan was finished explaining things long before I returned to the back
of the RV.  In fact, they were hardly crying by then.  They were still
shivering in fear though.

   "Okay, there are a few ways we can do this," I said to Susan once I
reached the bed.  "I can train Danny to be a sex slave and Linda can train
you.  Linda can train Danny and I can train you.  Or, both Linda and I can
train you and you can train Danny."

   I guess technically I could have offered for both Linda and I to train
Danny and he train her but I knew that was a waste of breath.  You could
tell she was very protective of her little brother and would never go for
that option.

   Susan just lay there staring at me in shock as she ran the options over
in her head.  As she did this Linda and I started to get undressed. 
Susan's eyes shot open wide when she seen my huge dick revealed.  I think
for an instant she actually thought about sacrificing her little brother to
save herself from my dick.

   "Think that would feel good in your asshole?" Linda said to Danny when
she noticed he was staring at it also.  "I'm sure your horny sister will
pick my brother but don't worry, my fist is just as big."

   To drive her point home Linda made a fist and brought her hand down near
my dick.  I have to admit, sis was getting really good at playing mind
games.  Until then, I was certain that Susan would pick me for her and
Linda for her brother.  After all, Linda was very cute and the same age as
her brother.  It probably had not dawned on her that Linda could make
Danny's life as much of a living hell as I could.

   To this day, I don't know if Linda was just trying to fuck with their
heads or if maybe she was trying to sway Susan into picking her over me...
or at least picking both of us.  All I do know is that until Linda spoke up
it seemed clear that Susan wanted me to train her and Linda to train her
brother.  Linda was damn lucky I didn't really care which choice Susan
took. I say that because Linda's comment actually did sway Susan's
decision.

   "I want both of you to train just me," Susan whispered up to us as she
blushed in humiliation.

   "Speak up," I growled back at her.

   "I said that I want both of you to train me," she said much louder this
time.

   "If we both train you then who will train your brother?" I asked with a
grin.

   Everyone in the room knew the answer to the question but Susan was
having a hard time saying it out loud.

   "I will," she finally said when she seen the impatient look I gave her.

   "Ew!  You are brother and sister," Linda said with an evil grin.

   This made Susan blush harder, but it also got Linda a very mean look. 
It was pretty clear already that Linda and I had an unorthodox
relationship. You could just tell that Susan was eager to point this out to
the young girl that was trying to pass judgment on her.  She held her
tongue though.

   "Yeah, isn't that a sin?" I added.

   I'm sure Susan thought this was a jab in her direction, but it actually
wasn't.  I was actually trying to put Linda in her place.  Believe it or
not, Linda was somewhat religious.  You would never guess it by the way she
seemed to get enjoyment out of abusing slaves, but she was.  My reminder
that what she and I did was sinful quickly removed the grin off her face.
For a moment she even looked like she might start crying, but she managed
to hold it together.

   I stared down at Susan for a moment as I contemplated this unexpected
turn of events.  The more I thought about it the more I liked it.  I owed
this new twist to Linda but I couldn't reward her for it.  In fact, talking
out of turn like that warranted a penalty if anything.

   As much as I liked the idea of it, I knew that at some point I would
have to step in and take over most of Danny's training.  Still, it would be
fun to watch Susan training him for a few weeks at least.

   Without saying anything I reached down and pulled Danny out of the bed.
He was only a couple years younger than me but I was still much bigger than
him.  It was as though all of his growth hormones had gone toward
developing his dick.  If I didn't know any better I would have said the kid
was only 10 years old and not 12.  That is how small he seemed for his age.


   I easily pulled him from the bed and started dragging him to the TV area
of the RV.  Susan started to protest but I just gave Linda a nod and she
backhanded Susan to shut her up.

   "Keep him company," I told Linda as I dropped Danny to the floor and
headed back to the bed.  "Just make sure he doesn't get away."

   I felt that last part was important.  Otherwise Linda might actually
start trying to train him or something.  Danny wasn't going anywhere but I
just wanted a little alone time with Susie Q.

   "Are you sure you want both Linda and I to train you?" I whispered to
Susan when I got back to the bed.  "Linda looks sweet but she can be a real
bitch sometimes.  With me training you at the same time I will probably be
able to keep her in check most of the time.  However, she wasn't kidding
about using her fist.  The first time I let down my guard she will probably
have it deep in your cunt or asshole.  My dick will hurt but her fist is
actually slightly bigger."

   You have no idea how hard it was to keep a straight face as I told her
all of this.  It was my own little game of good cop, bad cop.  Though I
guess you would call it bad rapist, worse rapist.  While it may have
sounded like I was trying to get her to change her mind about her decision,
I was actually trying to do the opposite.

   Oh, I'm certain she definitely ran the options through her head again.
However, everything I was telling her only reassured her that leaving sis
alone with her brother was not an option.  In fact, as she thought about it
I noticed she was trying to glance toward the TV area to make sure Linda
wasn't already doing something horrid to her little brother.

   "I'm sure," Susan finally whispered back between sobs.  "But please
don't make me hurt my brother."

   "What the fuck is this?" I said with a raised voice.  "Are you fucking
trying to negotiate with me?  Do you really think you are in the position
to negotiate?  I think both sis and I should train your brother and make
you watch.  Maybe then you will truly understand the position you are
really in."

   "No!  I'm sorry," Susan quickly replied.

   Little did she know but Susan actually had a very good bargaining
position.  Sure, I could force her to do nasty things to Danny, but it
would be a thousand times more enjoyable if she willingly cooperated with
Danny's training.  Well, if she pretended to go along with it at least.

   "Wait, maybe we can negotiate," I said after a moment.

   Susan looked up at me with hope in her eyes.  I could tell she wasn't
sure if I was serious or not but in her current situation any hope was
something to grab and hold on tight too.

   "I'm going to tell you a secret," I said after yet another long pause.
"Sis and I can't let you go if either of you aren't fully trained.  You
know what we look like and could even give them a good description of what
type of RV we have.  So, regardless of what you chose, we planned to train
both of you."

   I stopped again to let her process everything I was saying.  The concept
of sexual slavery was new to her and I was pretty sure she was having
trouble wrapping her mind around what I meant by training, etc.

   "You see, if we don't fully train both of you then that means we have to
either keep you or...  well, you know," I explained.  "Oh, don't worry
though.  We've never met anyone we couldn't train.  So I'm pretty sure that
we would be able to train you with no problem.  However, I'm sure you can
understand that once you are trained we would then have to train Danny in
the same manner.

   "This is where we can maybe make an agreement of some kind," I told her.
"No offense but after we are done with you, sis and I will be pretty much
bored with both of you.  That means training Danny would be more like work
than pleasure for us."

   It was funny watching Susan's face as I told her all of this.  It was as
though she was on some kind of roller coaster ride.  One moment she would
look frightened and the next almost joyful.  Right now, though, she just
looked puzzled as to what exactly I was getting at.

   "Now, if you could actually train Danny then that would save sis and I a
ton of work," I finally told her.  "It would also get you and Danny out of
this RV a lot faster as well."

   "I'll train him just like I said I would," Susan quickly replied.

   "No, I mean 'really' train him," I told her.  "For the training to
really work you have to make Danny think you actually do like abusing him
and doing things to him."

   "I'll...  I'll try," Susan finally replied.

   3.

   After our little talk, I was really starting to get excited about these
new slaves.  This was going to be a huge challenge for sis and I.  I had
already stacked the deck against us by talking one on one with Susan like I
did.  Knowledge was power and I had given her more than I probably should
have.  Her complete lack of knowledge on sex slave training meant that sis
and I probably would have had her trained in a matter of a week or two. 
Another couple weeks on top of that and we would have been guaranteed that
the training stuck for at least 6 months or more.

   Now, however, she had a slightly better idea of what we planned to do to
her.  That knowledge would only increase as we instructed her on how to
train her little brother.  For all I knew, it might even be impossible to
fully train her in this situation.  But that is what made it so exciting.

   Thanks to Dr.  Kelly (a "friend" of mine) I had some specialized drugs
available to me that would pretty much guarantee the success of her
training.  However, my goal was to train her without the use of any of
those crutches.  I wouldn't get the drugs out of their hiding place unless
I had no other choice.

   "If I have to do it then you have to do it!"

   Susan's outburst grabbed my attention and brought my focus back on the
task at hand.

   Susan and Danny were now in their third day of captivity and Susan was
currently making Danny eat her cunt.  Susan was referring to just the day
prior when she was made to suck Linda's pussy.

   Susan was a pretty good actress, but I think she was actually pissed
about Danny's refusal to lick her cunt.  When she ate Linda out you could
tell she absolutely hated it.  She was a girl though so it was just natural
for her to dislike eating cunt.  Unless she was a dyke of course, which she
wasn't.  However, she had done it after a little Persuasion.  By the way,
"Persuasion" is the nickname for my belt.  And that, by the way, is my
roundabout way of saying I had to warm her ass up a little with the belt
before she would do the deed.

   I had to give it to her pretty good too.  I think her father must have
whipped her a lot because she seemed to have a high tolerance for pain.  In
the end though, "Persuasion" always wins.

   I have to admit that Danny's current refusal was a bit silly.  Most guys
would kill to taste some pussy.  Granted, this was his sister's cunt we
were talking about.  Even Susan had rebelled a little when I first informed
her what she was going to be training her brother on.

   "But, he's my brother," she had replied.

   I just knew she would say something silly like this.  I mean it's not
like I didn't know he was her brother.  And it's not like she didn't know
she was supposed to be training him to be a sex slave.  What did she think
was going to happen?

   I didn't argue with her about it.  There wasn't any need.  By the time I
stopped laughing at her comment I could tell by her blush that she had
worked it all out in her head already.  She knew that no argument was going
to save her from this task.  The frightened look in her eyes told me that
she also realized that Danny licking her cunt was just the tip of the
iceberg for what was in store for the two.

   While she had cried about it then, now she seemed pretty cold about it.
I had informed her the night prior and I'm sure the thought of it tortured
her all night long.  But she had clearly come to terms with it and now was
getting pissed because her brother wasn't falling into line.  What she
wasn't taking into consideration was that Danny had not had all night to
think about it.  He was still going through the initial shock of the
announcement.

   Or, maybe she did realize this.  Regardless, Susan wasn't taking "no"
for an answer.  She knew that sis and I would punish her if she didn't get
Danny to obey.  On top of that, we would make Danny do it anyway...  only
10 times worse.  For example, if Danny didn't eat his sister's cunt then we
would probably do something like make him rim Linda or my asshole.  He
would probably be getting the belt while he did it also.

   As Susan yelled at him, you could tell that Danny was getting more than
just scared.  He was also getting very confused.  There was no doubt that
he didn't fully understand the whole "training" concept.  However, he did
know that we were making his sister do that training.  What he was quickly
becoming confused about was that his sister seemed to be taking her duties
way too seriously.

   Susan was doing such a good job in her new role that it was starting to
become hard for even sis and I to tell if she was actually acting or not.
In a way she kind of reminded me of Sandra.  If you haven't read my prior
entries, Sandra is a 21-year-old woman in Colorado that I trained and then
had her train her younger sister.

   While there were some definite similarities between the two, there were
also many differences.  Sandra, for example, not only trained her little
sister but clearly took pleasure in that task.  Susan, however, took no
pleasure in training her brother.  In time she might, but right now you
could still tell she hated doing it.  However, that didn't mean she wasn't
trying her best to do a good job of it.  It was this conviction that I
think confused her brother most.

   "Get your tongue all the way inside," Susan barked as her brother tried
to fuck his tongue in and out of her hole.

   While her voice was very authoritative, she still gave away her true
feelings by the tears that were starting to run down her cheeks.  Those
tears were more of a turn on than even the sight of her little brother
tongue fucking her cunt.

   As I watched, I had to wonder if she realized that she was actually
training herself at the same time she was training her brother.  Not only
was she performing incest but she was even forcing her brother to do it. 
This was going to help break her more than anything sis and I could ever do
to her.

   If I had to bet, however, I think I would put my money on Danny breaking
first.  Not only was he more in the dark on what exactly was going on, but
I was certain that Susan would hang in there as long as humanly possible in
order to help watch over her brother.  Once he broke, however, I doubt she
would last much longer.

   But I'm getting way ahead of myself.  It would be at least a couple
weeks before any of this happened.  Right now was the really fun part.

   While sis and I knew this was the fun part, I think it kind of caught
Susan by surprise.  As she taught her brother how to tongue fuck a cunt and
lick a clit, Susan forgot to tell herself not to get aroused by it all.

   Susan's first couple days had been pretty relaxed compared to what the
next few weeks were going to be like.  However, I'm sure they still seemed
like a living hell to her.  Thus, as she ordered her brother around she was
sad, embarrassed, ashamed...  you name it.  And, she had been that way
nonstop for over 48 hours now.

   She had been so busy handling crowd control on these emotions that she
didn't notice someone had opened the back door and was letting a new one
sneak in.  You could tell almost the moment it dawned on her that she had
somehow made a mistake.  She went from constantly barking orders to nearly
complete silence.

   If she was smart she would have listened to her brother's complaints a
little closer.  He had been complaining about how the "bad taste" had been
getting worse during the past 10 minutes.  You could also hear the obvious
increase in sloppy wet noises...  and it wasn't all his spit either.

   Susan had this unbelieving look on her face as she stared down between
her legs.  I knew that look very well.  Not only have I seen prior slaves
give that look but even I gave it several times while I was caged in my
uncle's basement.

   You always see the look whenever a slave is doing something so
humiliating and/or disgusting that they almost wish they could just die. 
Yet, suddenly they feel this spark of arousal and they are completely in
shock that they could respond in such a manner.

   For me, this "shock" never occurred until I reached the point in my
training when my mind had been warped enough that I actually started to get
pleasure from the humiliation and degradation.  Sure, I came a lot in the
weeks prior to that but I knew those climaxes were beyond my control. 
While I was not happy about how my body reacted during those times it was
hardly something to be shocked about.  However, getting pleasure from
humiliation, pain, etc...  that will shock about anyone.  In fact, it
shocked me almost every time it happened during my training so I know it
doesn't wear off in the first year at least.

   Susan was nowhere near this point in her training though.  Her shock was
just at the fact that she got pleasure from the stimulation.  You could
just read her mind.

   "This is supposed to be pleasurable but how could I possibly enjoy it
under these circumstances?"

   I'm sure she was thinking something like that anyway.

   "I think she might cum on her brother's tongue," I told Linda in a voice
loud enough for everyone to hear.

   Susan turned bright red in embarrassment when I said this.  That was the
point in saying it of course.  It was a trick I seen Vee use many times
when training sis and Sandra's younger sister, Jane.  You embarrass and/or
inflict the most pain when the slave is the most aroused.  Over time the
slave begins to associate one with the other.  Of course I had to figure
out this lesson for myself.  Vee may have been good at training girl slaves
but she fucking sucked as a teacher/mentor.  She told me a few things but
for the most part I had to figure everything else out for myself.

   I didn't understand this technique's full strength, however, until my
time in the cage.  You will be amazed how much you can learn when shit like
this is done to you and not the other way around.  I was even aware of the
technique and it still work on me.  So, I knew Susan didn't have a chance.

   "What a slut," sis replied as she played along.

   Sis and I spoke back and forth like this for over 15 minutes.  We
directed some of it toward Danny but most went Susan's way.  As we talked,
Susan got redder and redder.  I'm pretty sure she never came though.  If
she did then she hid it pretty damn well.  Of course, that doesn't mean she
wasn't turned on the entire time.  She was leaking like a sieve and the RV
reeked of her scent.

   Danny boy was blushing like a schoolgirl also.  However, I'm pretty sure
that his embarrassment was related more to the fact that he was licking his
own sister than the comments we were making.  The kid seemed to have lived
a sheltered life and I'm not sure he even understood half of the things we
were saying.

   Susan was struggling so hard not to cum that she all but forgot to order
her little brother around.  I guess it is possible she was just too
embarrassed to bark the orders.  She knew that we knew she was sexually
excited by her bother's tongue.  Any orders she would give at this point
would only sound like she was truly trying to get him to improve that
pleasure.  In time she would give in to those feelings, but today was not
going to be that time.

   We made Susan and Danny endure this little exercise for almost a full
hour before I gave Susan the okay to let her brother stop.  Poor Danny
could barely close his mouth.  His mouth and tongue were not used to such
extensive workouts.  The tongue is a muscle and like most muscles I'm sure
his would be sore after so much exercise.

   I planned to do a lot more than exercise their tongues though.  I also
wanted to expand their holes.  This meant dildos and butt plugs for the
both of them.  Lucky for them, I had a good selection.

   While ass and cunt stretching was pretty standard, I still managed to
make a small game out of it.  Outside of earshot of Danny, I let Susan know
that I would leave it up to her when she decided to stretch poor Danny's
asshole.

   I told her that every so often I would increase the size of her butt
plug.  Whenever I did this she had two options.  She could lick the old
plug clean and place it back into my box of toys or she could lick it clean
and either push it up her brother's asshole or make him do it himself.

   She didn't get excited at the prospect of sparing her brother this
torture.  She knew there must be a catch...  and of course there was.  The
frequency in which I increase her plug size would be determined by whether
Danny wore the old plug or not.  If Danny wore the old plug then it would
be 4 to 5 days before the next larger size was forced upon Susan.  However,
if she chooses to just put the old one back in the box then it would only
be 2 to 3 days.

   She didn't really get the gravity of this "game" until I showed her my
collection of plugs.  They started out as tiny as 1 inch across, but
quickly grew in size.  The next size was a full half-inch thicker, but
after that most only grew about a quarter inch.  Since she started out with
no plug, this meant her first decision in this game took place today; two
days after putting the first one up her asshole.

   This meant that if she wanted to spare her brother than she would be up
to at least a 5-inch butt plug within 5 weeks.  And yes, I had plugs that
went that large.  Before you think me a monster, let me explain that I
would never use a plug that size on a slave.  Well, with my uncles I might
try but for new slaves I would never go much over 3 inches unless they just
had some kind of freakish natural ability to accommodate large objects up
their ass.  Believe it or not, I've actually run across a few that could,
but Susan and Danny were not part of that minority.

   In fact, I thought Susan was going to ball her eyes out when sis pushed
that first plug up her asshole.  She didn't necessarily scream in pain, she
just got hysterical about it.  Her high tolerance for pain made it hard to
tell if the plug was actually causing her lots of pain or if she was just
upset about something going in where she felt only things should come out
of.

   How Susan reacted didn't really matter much.  When you force something
on a slave you can't really listen to their complaints.  If you did that
then you would never be able to push them to their limits.  Instead, you
look for more substantial evidence that you might be pushing the slave too
far.

   In the case of a plug I go in and out with it, slightly increasing the
depth each time.  Every time I pull it out I look for signs of blood.  Or
at least that is what I did back in these early years.  Now days I can
easily tell just by how hard I have to push, how far their ass ring sinks
inward on each thrust, etc.  It is extremely seldom that I draw blood with
a plug anymore.  Well, never serious amounts anyway.

   Susan let out a long moan of relief as she removed the 1-inch plug from
her asshole.  Danny seen me holding the 1.5 inch plug and had a concerned
look on his face.  He didn't know about the game with the plugs, so I think
he was just concerned for his sister's welfare.

   Danny scrunched up his nose in disgust when Susan took the 1-inch plug
from her ass and brought it directly to her mouth.  Susan had a similar
look on her face but it disappeared pretty fast once she realized there was
no major foul taste to it.  They hadn't had their first enemas yet, but it
still came out pretty clean.

   Susan kept the small plug in her mouth a rather long time, so I'm pretty
sure she hadn't made a final decision yet on whether she should make her
brother take it up his ass or not.

   I'm not sure why she was having a hard time deciding though.  There
really wasn't much of a choice.  There was no way she could handle an
increase every few days.  At most she would hold out for maybe 2 weeks. 
But then what?  While she would save Danny a lot of pain for that time
period, it would mean an extreme amount of pain once she reached her limit
since he wouldn't have the luxury of a gradual stretching over time.  He
would go straight from nothing to a 2 to possibly a 2.5-inch plug.

   Susan didn't need to be a doctor to know that something like that could
easily cause permanent damage to the poor boy.  The only way to protect her
brother was to force him to take the plugs as well.  I don't think Danny
felt that way though.

   "Present your asshole," Susan ordered.

   This was one of the many commands I taught both of them during their
indoctrination on the first day.  This meant get on your hands and knees
and then lower your face to the floor or bed.  Once in that position they
should try to arch their back the best they can in order to show off their
little assholes.

   Danny didn't need a calculator to add 2 and 2 together.  He knew what
was about to happen and didn't want anything to do with it.  I didn't say
anything, but I did give Susan a very stern look.  She got the message and
immediately took on an even more aggressive stance.

   "I said 'Present your asshole'," she said much louder.  She followed
this with a slap across Danny's face.

   The slap surprised even me, so I know it definitely got Danny's
attention.  I don't think he had ever been slapped before because he stared
at his sister as though he wasn't sure if he should lunge at her or cry his
eyes out.  His sister towered over him in size so he of course took the
crybaby route.

   He didn't move at first, but Susan gave him a small nudge and he got the
message and turned and got into position.  God was this boy cute when he
presented his asshole like this.  He must have swum every chance he got
because he looked in excellent shape despite his scrawny frame.  He also
had a very nice dark tan all over his body with the exception of his waist
area where his trunks sheltered him from the sun.  This of course only drew
your attention even more to his cute white ass cheeks.

   To make the view even better, Danny had an extremely nice arch to his
back when he tried hard enough.  He looked almost like a gymnast the way he
arched his back like that.  In a year or two that flexibility would
probably disappear, but for now it was a very attractive feature of his.

   "No!" Danny protested as Susan went right to work on his hole.  "Wait!
It's too big!"

   He was protesting like the world was coming to an end; so I moved in a
little closer to make sure no real damage was being done.  It was a pretty
tight fit but I'm pretty sure he could have even taken the 1.5-incher
without any serious damage.

   Once the plug finally slid all the way into his asshole, Susan took one
of his hands and pulled it back so he could hold the plug in place.

   "You know what happens if that pops out," Susan said with a blush.

   Danny knew full well what the penalty was for this error.  Susan had let
the plug slip out of her ass 3 times during the prior couple days.  She got
a rather good spanking each time it happened.  The first time had been only
moments after the plug had been shoved up her ass on the first day.  She
did a good job keeping it in after that.  However, it had slipped out both
nights while she slept.  With a little time and persuasion, her body will
eventually learn how to hold the plug in even while she sleeps.

   Danny wept into the bed sheets as his body tried to get accustomed to
the object up his ass.  He looked so cute as he knelt there crying and
panting.  I couldn't wait until he accidentally let the plug pop out.  I
hadn't gotten a chance to spank him yet and I knew he would look even more
precious once I turned his white ass cheeks a lovely shade of red.

   Susan didn't know what to do next so she just knelt behind her brother
and look my direction.  She blushed further when she realized my dick had
gotten hard while looking at her brother's ass.  I reached down and started
stroking my dick as I stared at Danny's raised ass.  This embarrassed Susan
so much that she had to look away.

   "Why don't you take Danny into the bathroom and clean him up," I told
Linda after a minute.

   Linda and I had spoken earlier about our plans for the day and she knew
that I meant for her to give Danny his first enema.  We really should have
given both of them enemas the first day but we had been low on water that
day and I didn't think it was wise for sis or I to leave the RV until we
knew what tips the cops might or might not have in regards to Susan and
Danny's disappearance.

   After two days, however, there had still been nothing on the news or
internet about them.  I also didn't hear anything on the CB or police
radio. So, I took a chance and moved us to a spot we could refill the water
and take care of the sewage system whenever we needed.  It wasn't until
later that night that I started questioning Susan as to where they had run
away from and why.  So, I was still pretty scared until then.

   I wasn't going to let that fear keep me from having some fun though.  As
sis and Danny squeezed into the bathroom and shut the door, I reached into
my box of toys and grabbed the 1.5-inch plug.

   Susan knew what was coming and for a moment I thought she might even put
up a struggle.  To make it easier for her to train her brother, I allowed
her hands to be free.  She was still shackled though and those shackles
were chained to an eyebolt next to the bed.

   I wasn't too concerned about her free hands.  She might be older than me
but I probably had twice her strength.  She had a very nice bikini tan, but
I'm pretty sure she didn't spend that much time in the water swimming.  She
was fit, but not super fit like her brother.  I'm guessing she usually laid
on the beach and played the role of lifeguard while her brother did the
swimming.

   Still, for an instant she had that look in her eyes like she just had to
do something to escape her fate.  She finally realized how bad her odds
were, however, and gave in.  She let out a kind of long breath that almost
sounded like a sigh, and then lowered her eyes in despair.

   Susan began to shiver in fear as I got close to her.  She jerked
slightly at the cold touch of my hand on her back.  She got the message
though and bent forward and assumed the position her brother had been in
just moments earlier.  While the arch in her back was not as extreme as her
brothers, Susan still looked pretty sexy like this.

   This plug was 50 percent larger than her last one.  To her I think it
felt more like 500 percent.  She raised up slightly and looked back toward
her ass once I got it in half way.  At this point I think she was just
trying to get visual confirmation that I was using the right plug and not
the 3 or 4 inch one.

   I pushed her head and shoulders back down to the bed but she raised back
up just seconds later when the plug was reaching the 3/4th mark of its
journey up her ass.  This time, however, she was trying to get away from
the pain.  I pushed her back down again but I knew she would get back up in
a matter of seconds.  So, I got into a kneeling position next to her and
used one of my feet to stand on her hair.  I must have pulled a few hairs
out because she gave a loud yelp.  She then started begging and groaning as
I continued to push the plug inward.

   "Just shut up and take it Bitch," I growled at her.

   As I pushed Susan's plug in, you could hear Danny crying in the bathroom
as Linda removed his.  Despite the crying, Danny probably thought he was
lucky to have his plug removed so soon.  I was sure that would change very
soon though.  Watching someone get an enema is normally a turnoff for me.
However, the thought of little Danny taking upwards to a half a gallon of
water up his ass was too tempting to pass up so I told Linda to open the
bathroom door.  I wouldn't actually be able to see most of the action from
the bed, but I would get to hear his groans better.

   "Wh...  what's that for?" I heard Danny ask as Linda filled the enema
bag with warm water.

   I heard Linda gave him a hard slap to shut him up.

   "Bend over and grab your toes," Linda ordered.

   Unlike Susan, Danny was well strong enough to overtake his tormentor. 
So, to keep him under control, Linda was adding a little more restraint to
him.  He already had his hands cuffed in front of him and his legs
shackled. Now that he was bent over she would add an additional pair of
cuffs to connect the cuffs and shackles.  Sis and I planned this out ahead
of time and we were sure this extra restraint would keep him in check.

   Susan let out a loud groan as the plug finally popped into her asshole.
She was still wiggling her butt around a little but she had calmed down
significantly now that the worst part was over.  Well, the most painful
part anyway.  One could easily argue that the "worst" part of a butt plug
isn't the insertion but having to keep it inside yourself for hours or days
on end.

   Once the plug was in place I sat there admiring her ass.  I ran my palms
back and forth over it as I basked in its beauty.  It was times like this
that I regretted that I wasn't a sadistic rapist.  Sure, I was a rapist,
but a sadistic one would just pull the plug out and shove their dick inside
regardless of how much damage it might cause her.  However, I wasn't that
sadistic so it would be at least another week or two of stretching before
my dick would fit safely up her asshole.

   Lucky for me, however, she had a couple other holes.  Her cunt was very
nicely displayed right now, but I held myself back from using this hole
also.  Could I have fit my dick up her cunt?  It is hard to know for sure.
Her cunt looked virgin, but she wasn't a preteen or anything like that. 
Her cunt probably would have been able to stretch enough to take me without
any serious damage.

   While it would have been fun to put her cunt to the test, I knew it
would be a lot more fun to slowly stretch that pink little hole.  I sure as
hell wasn't going to take as much time with it as I planned to do with her
asshole, but prolonging it for a few days would help build the excitement.

   Susan tried to look behind her toward the bathroom door when Danny began
to protest again.  I won't bore you with all of his comments.  It was just
the standard shit like:

   "It's too hot!"

   "Take it out!"

   "I can't hold it!"

   I've debated putting a sign in the bathroom with these comments written
on it.  You know, just in case a slave forgets their lines.  I kid you not,
they all say the same stuff.  Hell, most of the time they even say it in
the same order.

   They often personalize the comments of course.  For example, they all
complain they have to go to the bathroom.  Danny said, "I have to go poop!"
For some reason that just sounded so cute to me.

   "Don't worry about him," I told Susan.  "Linda knows what she is doing."

   I crawled up on the bed and laid down with my back against the far wall.
This gave me a good view of the bathroom door.  I still couldn't see much
inside but that was okay.

   "Crawl up here and start licking my dick," I ordered.

   Susan looked up at me for a moment.  You could tell she just couldn't
believe what I had just ordered her to do.  Again, I don't know why she was
so surprised.  Hell, I'd already made her eat Linda's cunt.  Did she really
think she was going to make it out of this RV without having to suck some
dick also?

   Susan didn't look too happy about it, but she crawled forward until her
face was over my dick.  Normally I wouldn't let a new slave suck my dick
without a ring gag in their mouth.  I've never tested it, but most would
bite my dick and gladly accept the reprisals for doing so.  Susan, however,
was smart enough to know that her little brother would probably share
whatever penalty I handed out for such a heinous crime.

   Once she started licking, I could immediately tell the girl had never
sucked a dick before.  She didn't even use her hand to angle it right.  She
just tossed random licks at whatever side happened to swing her direction.

   "You can do better than that," I growled at her.

   While her licks did become more enthusiastic, they were still very
random.  I was really doing her a great service by abducting her like this.
She was so horrible at sucking dick that she probably would have never been
able to keep a boyfriend let alone find a husband.

   After I was done with her she would be a pro.  All she would have to do
then is suck one or two boys from school and the word would quickly spread.
Before you know it she will have every male within a 100-mile radius lining
up at her door.  Hell, there might even be a few teachers in that line. 
This would mean better grades and possibly even a scholarship.  It wouldn't
surprise me if she managed to get a college degree without having to go to
a single class.  And here people think I'm such a monster.

   I let her go at it for a couple minutes in hopes that she might
naturally catch on to what she was supposed to be doing.  Her technique
didn't improve a single bit though.  So, I started giving her instructions.
I told her how to hold it and stroke it.  I also told her how to properly
lick and suck it.

   I didn't give her any ancient Chinese secrets or shit like that.  It was
just basic shit that any girl her age should have already known.  While she
still looked a bit put off by having to suck my dick, you could just tell
that a part of her was actually proud that she was learning how to do it
properly.

   She was especially put off when we got to the part where she had to put
the head of my dick into her mouth.  Up until then she had licked my dick
like I instructed, but had still managed to avoid the stream of precum
running down the side of it.  I'm sure she thought she had been sly in how
she managed to avoid licking up the fluid.

   I had easily noticed but liked the idea that her first taste would be a
very big one.  Had she just licked at it a bit she would have probably
gotten accustomed to it a little.  However, now she would get a good mouth
full of it when she sucked at the tip of my dick.

   Before putting my dick into her mouth, she did another "sly" move by
bringing her hand to the top of my dick and using her fingers to squeegee
the precum down the sides.

   Susan's eyes got big when she sucked at the end of my dick for the first
time.  What she had failed to realize was that I had plenty more precum
inside my dick still.  She went to back off my dick but I used my right
hand to hold her in place.  She just hovered there for a minute before I
finally felt her swallow.  A moment later she went back to sucking at it.

   As Susan continued to suck and swallow the precum, I could hear her
little brother still begging in the bathroom.  The first enema is always
the worst for a slave I think.  They don't know what to expect.

   Take Danny for example.  At first he complained as Linda let the liquid
flood his bowels.  Then he thanked her profusely when she let him get on
the toilet and relieve himself.  What he had not realized, however, was
that he was far from done.  You could tell by the splash that Linda had
barely given him a cup of water total.

   That is how I taught her to do it.  For beginners like Danny, you give
them a cup or so, then let them expel it.  Then you just repeat the
procedure over and over adding a little more water each time until they can
take the full amount.

   For a small kid like Danny, it would probably be an hour before he got
anywhere near taking the enema bag's full capacity.  The bag held a full
half-gallon so I doubted he would be able to handle the entire thing. 
Lucky for him, Linda was becoming rather good at giving enemas.  She got
them frequently herself and I let her practice a lot on Troy.

   Technically speaking, I was breaking my agreement with Susan.  Since
this was Danny's first enema then she should have been administering it. 
However, this was one of those things where I felt it was best to let an
experienced person do it first.  Once a baseline of how much Danny could
handle was established, then it would be a lot safer for Susan to take
over.

   I will admit, however, that Linda still needed a ton of practice before
she would have a good knack at knowing how much a particular slave could
handle.  However, Danny was very near her size and weight.  All she had to
do was give him approximately the same amount she knew she could handle.

   I don't know if it was Susan's improved technique or just the sweet
sound of Danny's voice bouncing off the bathroom walls, but I could feel my
climax quickly approaching.  I grabbed Susan's hair and pulled her head off
my dick for a moment.

   "You are going to make me cum soon," I informed her.  "Do you think I
should stick my dick back in your mouth and cum right down your throat?"

   Susan stared at me with a frightened look on her face.  She was too
scared to tell the truth but also couldn't bring herself to say what she
thought I wanted to hear.  When I told her she could answer honestly she
quickly shook her head "no".

   "It's okay," I told her when she gave this concerned look that she might
have made a mistake by actually telling the truth.  "If I ask you a
question I expect an honest answer.  Had you lied to me and said 'yes' then
I would have shot my load down your throat.  You would have been choking on
it and most likely it would have forced its way up your nasal passage and
out your nose.  When I was done I would have pulled my dick out and then
made you eat both your snot and the cum that had leaked out."

   Susan turned pale as I gave her this vivid description.

   "You will take my cum down your throat in the future," I continued after
a moment.  "However, since you were honest with me I won't make you do it
this time."

   "Thank you," Susan finally whispered after a moment of silence.

   You could tell from her voice though that she wasn't sure if she should
be happy or sad about this news.

   I reached over and grabbed an empty plastic cup that I had placed near
the bed earlier.

   "I'm going to jack my cock off now and you are going to catch as much of
it in that cup as you can," I said as I handed her the cup.  "Do a good job
because you are going to be licking up anything you miss."

   At this point it sounded like Danny was getting his fourth injection. 
Before letting him get on the toilet I told Linda to bring him to the
bathroom door so I could see him.  After he shuffled to the door I had
Linda remove the pair of cuffs that were forcing him to stay bent over.

   As he stood upright, I almost came without touching my dick.  Linda must
have gotten a quarter gallon up him because his stomach was nice and
bloated outward.  It wasn't huge but you could tell he had a lot inside
there.

   As I started jacking off, Susan was still staring at her brother in
shock.  I had to clear my throat to grab her attention again.  She blushed,
but quickly brought the cup down near my dick.  Danny stopped crying and
stood there in silence for a minute as he watched the show before him.

   "Here it comes Bitch," I warned.

   Susan hadn't seen me cum yet and it caught her by surprise.  She did a
good job though and got most of the cum into the glass.  Her fingers were a
slimy mess though by the time I had finished.  She had been a good girl so
far so I let her hold her fingers over the glass a moment so most of the
cum could leak off.  I then ordered her to suck them clean.

   You would think her fingers were covered in pig shit or something.  She
brought her right hand toward her mouth first and stuck her tongue way out.
She only let her tongue barely touch the cum before she pulled her fingers
away again.  She then closed her eyes tight and let her tongue go back into
her mouth.  There was so little cum on her tongue that I doubt she got much
of a taste.

   Her display was very cute but at this rate it would take her an hour to
finish cleaning us up.

   "If you don't finish cleaning those fingers in the next minute then I'm
going to have you drink everything that is in that glass," I warned her.

   The next swipe with her tongue got a lot more cum but she was still damn
slow about getting it into her mouth and swallowing.  She now had about 45
seconds left and I made sure she was aware of this.  She went much faster
on the next two swipes but really got into gear when she found out she only
had 30 seconds left.

   She turned pale and slightly green as she began to frantically lick and
suck at her fingers.  After she finished with her fingers I had her lick
the side of the cup clean.  There was almost more on the side of the cup as
there had been on her fingers.

   "Good girl," I praised her as she forced herself to swallow more of the
cum.  "Now take the glass to Linda.  Once your brother is all cleaned out
she will put the cum up his ass before sticking his plug back in."

   I thought for sure Susan was going to throw up all over the bed.  It's
funny how slaves react sometimes.  She had just eaten a good few teaspoons
of cum, yet it is the thought of having the cum up her brother's asshole
that really made her sick.  Luckily though, she didn't spew all over the
place.

   Her hand was shaking as she shuffled over to the door and reached out
with the glass so Linda could take it.  After Linda had the glass I just
nodded for her to take Danny back into the bathroom and finish her job.

   "Okay, get back over here and finish the job," I told Susan.

   She looked very confused until she seen the cum on my belly.  Some of it
had dripped there while I was cumming and yet more of it had leaked out of
my dick while I watched her clean her fingers earlier.

   To my surprise, Susan crawled back onto the bed and went right to work
on the mess.  She still made faces like she hated the taste, but I wondered
if maybe it was all just an act.  You hear about girls that have a natural
craving for the flavor of sperm.  I had to wonder if maybe Susan might be
such a girl.

   4.

   Believe it or not, understanding a sex slave is often a ton harder than
a sex slave understanding their master.  When it comes to someone like me,
you really don't have to peel away much to get a feel for what makes me
tick.

   Some slaves may never figure out exactly what I'm trying to do to them.
However, if they don't understand right away why I like doing it then they
certainly are over analyzing things.  I like to cum and making people do
nasty things turns me on and helps me accomplish that goal.  That's pretty
much it.  Or at least that is all a slave really needs to be aware of.

   It is very different for a master.  In order to help break a slave you
have to know a lot more about them than just their name.  This can be very
tricky sometimes though.  Most slaves realize that giving me factual
information about themselves can do nothing but make things worse for them
in the long run.

   I didn't have this problem with Susan and Danny.  When I finally got
around to asking them some background questions they seemed more than happy
to give answers.  I had expected them to stick to the "going to see mother"
story.  However, Susan quickly volunteered the fact that they were
runaways.

   I'm not sure but I think maybe she thought sis and I were runaways also
and that her confession might help connect us in some way.  There was
hardly any connection though between our situations, unless of course she
enslaved half her family before leaving home.

   Still, I used her perceived connection to my advantage.  I told her sis
and I had run away from home.  I then told her that my grandfather had
sexually abused us and that we didn't feel safe there anymore.  What I told
her wasn't exactly a lie, but it was definitely out of context.  It worked
though and Susan quickly volunteered that her father had started molesting
both her and her brother recently.

   As Susan gave additional details about her father's activities, I almost
hoped that he had fucked her already.  Giving a girl her first fuck is fun
and all, but it would have turned me on 10 times more to know that she lost
her cherry to her own dad.  Sadly, that is not what had happened. 
According to her, her father had only copped a feel here and there.

   When I asked if he had ever gotten his hands under her clothes, she
answered "no".  She blushed deeply though and then admitted that he
actually had one time.

   Apparently, their bathroom door had a small flaw in it.  If you pressed
in on the handle real hard and then turned the knob the door would open
whether you had locked it from the inside or not.  Susan often complained
to her father about the defective door because Danny would often burst in
on her while she was showering.  Danny had discovered the flaw when he was
10 years old.  It didn't bother Susan too much then but now that he was
almost a teenager she felt it was totally inappropriate.  It didn't matter
if the shower curtains still blocked her from his view, it was still a
major violation in her privacy.

   Long story short, instead of fixing the door her father used it himself
one night.  Susan was taking a bath this particular night and quickly
pulled the shower curtains shut when she heard the familiar click of the
lock being undone from the outside.

   She growled at her brother to stay out but like always he just came on
in.  Or at least she thought it was her brother.  She heard the timbers
under the floor complain as the person walked across them toward the
bathtub.  She then heard the toilet seat lifted.  This was not unusual. 
This was what Danny did every time he burst in.  He would come in, lift the
seat and then take a piss.  This is why Susan closed the shower curtain all
the way instead of just enough to cover her nakedness.  The last thing she
wanted to see was her brother pissing.

   Susan had seen his penis dozens of times when Danny was much younger. 
She even admitted that on a couple occasions she had indeed snuck a peek
out of the shower curtain out of curiosity.  She denied getting excited
about it though.  She said she was just curious what his penis currently
looked like.  Girls at her school talked about them all the time but after
seeing her brother's flaccid penis she just didn't see what all the
excitement was about.

   She hadn't planned to peek at her brother this particular night. 
However, she knew something was very different when she heard the stream of
piss hit the bottom of the toilet bowl.  The stream was a lot louder than
normal.  It was as though someone was slowly pouring a bucked of water into
the bowl or something.  In fact, that is exactly what she thought was going
on when she cracked the curtain open to look outward.

   Before her shocked eyes she seen not her brother pouring water into the
toilet but her father standing there taking a piss.  The toilet was only a
half a foot away from the bathtub so she got a very close up inspection of
her father's equipment.  She said she was in such shock that her father was
almost done pissing before she realized how long she had been staring.

   She quickly closed the curtain but the damage had already been done. 
Her father had seen her staring wide eyed at his equipment and assumed she
wanted a closer look.  So, he flushed the toilet and turned so he was
facing the shower.  He then opened the curtain a hair so he could stick his
semi hard dick through it.  Susan liked bubble baths but she still used her
hands to cover her private areas when she seen the curtain being moved.

   She stared in horror at her father's dick as it slowly got hard before
her eyes.  Even her inexperienced mind had an idea of what her father
wanted her to do.  He wanted her to play with it in some fashion.  She
closed her eyes tight in hopes that he would just disappear.  However, when
she opened them back up the dick was still there.  She swears she didn't
touch it, but admits that she was giving serious consideration to doing so.
Not because she wanted to but because she knew he wouldn't leave until he
was satisfied.

   Before she could make a final decision on the matter, however, her
father opened the curtain even further.  This is the point in her story
where she apparently has blocked things out, because her story becomes very
sketchy.  She thinks she protested about him opening the curtain but can't
remember what she said.  She remembers her father dipping his large rough
hands into the bath water and washing her off with a bar of soap and a
bathing sponge.  However, she doesn't remember how the situation had
transitioned to that stage.

   Now, you have to keep in mind that all of this happened just a couple
months back.  So, either Susan was still extremely traumatized by the
events or there was a lot more to her story that she remembers than she was
volunteering.

   My best guess would be that something happened that she was too ashamed
to talk about.  From the poor way she sucked my dick, I highly doubt she
sucked her father's cock prior to him washing her.  I think something a lot
simpler happened.  I think he actually asked her if it was okay if he
washed her and she agreed.  There is no doubt in my mind that she didn't
actually want him to wash her.  However, at the time it probably seemed
like the only thing she could do to help avoid his dick...  at least for
the moment.

   I guess I could have beat the truth out of her or something but some
stories have parts like this that are best left to the imagination.  There
was probably only a minute missing from this part of her story, but a lot
of exciting things can happen in just one minute; things that can change a
person's life forever.  It would really be disappointing if I managed to
get her to remember the whole story only to find out she couldn't remember
them before because she had simply placed her hands over her eyes hoping he
would leave.

   Anyway, I thought her story was going to come to an abrupt halt when she
said Danny came barging into the bathroom to find his dad kneeling next to
the bathtub.  Her dad must have been hard as a rock because he yelled at
Danny and then went right back to washing Susan after his son ran off to
his room.  I guess he figured he couldn't get into much worse trouble if
either of his kids ran off to the cops or something.  He didn't even bother
going back to the bathroom door to lock it.  He just went right back to
running his hands all over his daughter's naked form.

   She said she was crying the entire time and was constantly whispering
for him to stop and go away.  However, he just kept on going.  He must be a
tit man because she said he spent a lot of time on her breasts.  He did
everything from running his hands over them to even pinching and tugging
hard on her nipples.

   I asked if he was using one hand or two when he was doing all these
things.  Susan couldn't remember though and didn't really see the relevance
of the question.  At least she didn't see the relevance until she started
to tell me what happened next.

   She said that he started cursing under his breath and calling her lots
of names.  He then stopped washing her, stood up and shot his cum into her
bath water where it floated down to rest on her breasts and stomach.  I
laughed out loud when I seen the look on her face as she relived this
particular moment.  As she said it you could just tell she finally realized
that while her father was washing her with one hand he was masturbating
himself with the other.

   The fact that she didn't realize this until just now was not the reason
why I was laughing.  It was because this new bit of information seemed to
somehow make the experience 10 times worse for her.  Maybe you don't find
that funny but I thought it was hilarious.  Her father molested her in the
bath and then shot his cum on her.  Why would the fact that he was
masturbating during this really bother her that much more?  People are just
strange that way I guess.

   I asked several follow up questions of course, but there didn't seem to
be any more juicy stuff.  I did find out that he didn't start touching
Danny until after this event.  So, I'm pretty sure that their dad figured
his boy shouldn't be left out of the fun now that he was aware something
was going on.

   I did take pause, however, when Susan told me her father's name.  Her
father's name was Dan, like her brother's.  This grabbed my attention a
little because I shared the same name with my father as well.

   I have always wished my father was still alive.  However, Susan's story
made me start to think about what life might have really been like for me
had he not died before I was born.  Would he have taken me in as a son and
hid all his sexual activities from me?  Would he have brought me up in his
footsteps, teaching me everything he knew about training slaves?  Or, would
I have simply become one of his slaves and just another video in his
collection?

   There is no way for anyone to know these answers.  However, ever since
that day Susan told me her story, a part of my brain seems to constantly be
trying to work out all the math in the background.  It's a hopeless and
rather pointless endeavor, yet I find I am completely unable to turn it
off.

   While parts of Susan's answers were a little distracting for me, other
parts became very handy.  I started working all these golden nuggets of
information into her training.  For example, I would take photos of her
with my digital camera and tell her I planned to send some of them to her
father so he would have something to masturbate too.  I actually did send
him some of the photos but not until many weeks later.

   A lot of the stuff I did was pretty subtle though.  For example, I often
had her suck me off during her showers and would almost always shoot my
load all over her body and then make her rub it around with her hands like
it was soap.

   Despite how subtle I tried to make these things, I'm still certain she
knew I did them because of what she had told me.  Yet, whenever I would ask
her additional questions she would always give me the goodies.  Her free
flow of information made it very hard for me to find reasons to punish her.
But that is not to say I never punished her.

   You simply have to punish slaves in training.  Its, well, vital.  So,
what do you do when the slave tells you everything you want to know and
does their best to follow your orders?  Simple, you just up your criteria a
bit.

   In order to find faults in her I became worse than a drill sergeant. 
Just the slightest slip up and I would grab the belt.  Hell, a few times I
punished her just for looking at me wrong.  I would also give her silly,
yet near impossible tasks like blindfolding her and then sticking several
coins into her cunt and having her tell me how much it tallied.

   A task like this might sound silly on the surface but I can assure you
she wasn't laughing much.  She had a pretty high tolerance for pain but
that didn't mean she liked the belt.  She would start crying at just the
sight of it.

   Where she was scared of the belt, Danny was absolutely petrified of it.
We had to put large plastic sheets almost everywhere in the back of the RV
because poor Danny would pee himself every time we took the belt to him.  I
say "we" but it was actually Susan that did most of his punishments.  Per
our agreement, Susan didn't hold any punches when it came to training her
brother.  This became especially true on their fourth day of training.

   It was mid afternoon and by this time I had already gotten most of the
goods from Susan on what her father had been doing to her and Danny.  This
of course had ruined most of my plans for the day.  Never in a million
years would I have expected a slave to just spill all their dirty secrets
so willingly.  My plan for the day was to let her build up a bunch of
penalty "points" for the day until the punishment due was well beyond what
she would be capable of enduring.

   I figured that after 10 minutes with the belt she would be willing to do
anything to get a stay of execution.  That is when I would offer her an
"easy" out.  That being a ride on my dick.  Susan's cunt was pretty damn
tight but I was certain that she could stretch just enough to take me
inside her.

   However, like I said, she kind of spoiled those plans.  If anything, she
deserved a reward and not a penalty.  Unfortunately, I couldn't just
penalize her anyway.  It was one thing to punish a slave for small
infractions and quite another thing to punish them for absolutely no
reason. You see, in the first case you are a picky master that expects
perfection and in the second case you are just a sadistic asshole.

   You may not see the difference but a slave definitely does.  If you are
a picky master than this tells the slave they have to work extra hard to
please you.  However, if you are just a sadistic asshole then they know
nothing they do will please you.  If this is the case then they might as
well just ignore everything you say, roll up in a ball on the floor and
wait for you to whip them.

   This is where the size of my dick really worked against me.  Sticking a
dick as big as mine up a virgin is anything but pleasurable for her.  It
would probably be one of the worst experiences of her life...  up to that
point anyway.  So, how do I do something like that despite the slave being
good all day?  Well, it's all in the sale's pitch.  You just make her think
you are rewarding her.

   "You know I have to fuck you, right?" I told Susan.

   Susan and I were alone in the bedroom again while Linda and Danny were
watching a video in the living area.  The video was being fed to the TV via
my laptop and was one of my mom and her brother having sex when they were
about Danny's age.  It was a video my father had created close to the end
of their training.  As such, mom and Uncle Jay did a pretty good job of
convincing the camera they were actually enjoying themselves.

   Mom is actually a few years younger than Uncle Jay, but I'm sure even
Danny could see the similarities between them and Susan and he.  Or at
least I was sure he would see the similarities later that day when I made
him fuck his sister.  The poor kid had led a bit of a sheltered life, so
right now the main purpose of the video was just to give him a better idea
of what fucking actually was.

   As I spoke to Susan I took a quick glance toward the living area.  I was
please to see that Danny's dick was hard as a rock and sticking straight up
from his lap as he watched the TV.

   "You have been a good girl today though and I really don't want to hurt
you," I said to Susan once she nodded that she knew I would eventually fuck
her.  "So, I'm going to let Danny break you in a little first."

   "Wha...no!" she said a little too loud.

   Danny looked our way but then quickly returned his gaze to the TV where
my mother was currently deep-throating her brother's dick.

   "I can't do that, he's my brother," Susan said in a whisper this time.

   "We have been making Danny suck your cunt for two days now, did you
really think we wouldn't make you do other things together also?" I said
with a bit of anger in my voice.

   Susan didn't answer, but her blush told me she had indeed been thinking
about some of the things her and Danny might be forced to do together.

   "Like I just said, you have been good so I won't force you to have sex
with him today," I continued.  "However, you will be taking my dick up your
cunt today one way or the other.  You can go straight from virgin to taking
my dick or Danny can loosen you up a little first.  It's your choice, but
just keep in mind that just because you say 'no' to Danny's dick today
won't mean you won't get it tomorrow anyway."

   I was really starting to get fucking impatient as I waited for Susan to
make her final decision.  I was also getting pretty pissed.  Not only was I
talking very nice to her but I was making her what I felt was an extremely
generous offer.  Yet, the bitch seemed to be having trouble seeing how
lucky she was.

   "Okay," she finally said so low that I could barely hear her.

   "Okay, what!" I growled.

   "I'll let him fuck me," she whispered.

   "You know, screw this," I all but shouted at her.  "I offer you a reward
and you all but spit it back into my face.  If you don't want your
brother's dick then fine.  I think I will just wait until tomorrow before I
fuck you.  This way you have all night to think about my offer."

   Susan was concerned that she upset me but at the same time pleased that
she wouldn't get fucked by me that day.  Her victory celebration was short
lived though.

   "Lucky for me, Danny hasn't been as obedient today as you have," I said
with a smile.  "We just started his ass stretching yesterday, but I'm sure
that with enough lube I could get my dick inside him."

   There was no way I would actually fuck Danny this early in his training.
Susan didn't know this though.

   "I want to fuck him," she quickly replied.  "Please, master."

   Calling me master was a requirement for most of my slaves.  However, I
seldom enforced it.  Some masters would say it was a mistake to not enforce
it.  To be honest, in these early years as a master it actually was a
mistake on my part.  It just sounded so corny to me that it really didn't
bother me at all when slaves forgot to say it.

   Great things come from mistakes sometimes though.  As the years went by
I discovered that this "flaw" of mine actually served a good purpose.  I
discovered that when you didn't enforce this rule the slaves would just use
the term less and less as the days went by.  However, it was a bit like a
bell curve in that at a certain point in their training they started
naturally using the term more often.  The closer they came to breaking the
more they used it.  I'm not sure if it would work this way for all masters
but it seemed to work out that way every time with me.  Once I seen this
pattern I could almost predict the exact day a slave would break.

   In this stage of my life, however, it just gave me a little thrill from
time to time when a slave would call me master despite me never actually
enforcing the rule.

   "Are you sure?" I grinned.

   "Yes, master," she whispered as she looked down at the bed with a blush.

   "She wants to give her cherry to her brother?  What a slut."

   Linda's sudden comment from just behind me almost made me jump out of my
skin.  Sis and I have two modes...  slave mode and partner mode.  When we
have "guests" then we normally are in partner mode.  This hadn't been the
case though with Troy.  With him she had stayed mostly in slave mode, which
meant she kept her mouth shut unless spoken too.  It was taking me awhile
to get used to her being in partner mode again where she could walk around
the RV and talk at will.

   I turned quickly; not to look at her but to see where Danny was at. 
While I didn't want him to be overhearing too much of his sister's
training, I was more concerned at the time that sis might have left him
alone at the other end of the RV.

   As I feared, he was by himself in the TV area of the RV.  I was about to
chastise Linda when I noticed she had taken the precaution of hogtying
Danny before leaving him there.

   "Did you want something?" I asked.

   "He's still horrible at licking cunt," Linda informed me.

   I looked down to see her pubic region was still wet with Danny's spit.
Apparently, the video of mom and Uncle Jay had gotten sis hot as well.  I
had just looked their direction less than 2 minutes ago so Linda hardly
gave Danny much time to prove his oral skills.

   I motioned for sis to turn around.  She got a worried look on her face.
I think she thought I was going to punish her.  I reached down with one
hand and pulled her small right ass cheek to the side.  I just wanted to
make sure her pussy was the only thing she had made Danny lick.  Linda was
only allowed to do things to Danny that Susan had already done to him
first...  and ass licking wasn't one of those things.  Yet.

   "Well, clearly he needs further training in that area," I said once I
was certain Linda hadn't overstepped her bounds.  "Don't you agree?"

   It took Susan a moment to realize that the question was directed at her
and not Linda.

   "Yes," she meekly replied as she blushed even deeper.

   Linda started to walk back to the TV area but I stopped her.  Susan
needed practice with her slave poses.  You seldom hear me talk about the
slave poses because it is boring as shit.  At least it is for me anyway. 
To help condition a slave's mind you have to regulate almost everything
they do.  This includes things as simple as how they walk, sit, stand, etc.
Many of these things even change depending on who happens to be standing in
front of them.

   For example, if Susan kneels in front of me then she puts her hands
behind her head; arches her back to help present her tits; looks down at
the floor the best she can; and sits back on the heals of her feet with her
knees spread as far as she can in order to present her pussy to me. 
However, if she is kneeling for Linda then she does the exact same thing
only she keeps her knees together and not spread.  This is to symbolize
that I'm her true master and that Linda is more of a trainer than a
mistress.

   That symbolic difference wasn't that vital in Susan's case since we were
both technically her master/mistress.  However, it gave Susan more things
to have to memorize and perform.

   Like I said, I found the poses rather boring to teach.  I found them
boring even after the slave knew them and put them into practice.  They
constantly slowed everything down.  If I wanted to take a slave from one
room to the other, for example, then I had to wait for them to stand in the
proper position then lead them to the location and then wait for them to
kneel back down properly.  And of course every time I might stop along the
way to pick up a toy or something the slave had to kneel back down and then
stand up again when it was time to move.

   It was all very pain staking.  This of course was the whole purpose
behind it though.  So, I made sure Susan and Danny got this training.  In
fact, I made sure they were both introduced to the poses on the first day.
However, sis and I only practiced with Susan.  It was Susan's job to ensure
Danny learned the poses well.  She didn't take that training too seriously
until just the other night when Danny accidentally spread his legs when he
knelt for me.  In his case Susan was his mistress and thus he should only
kneel that way for her.  We had Susan give him a pretty good spanking for
that mix up.

   You couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor kid.  Yes, we told him
Susan was his mistress.  However, he also knew that we were Susan's
master/mistress.  Thus, logic would tell you that he should treat us at
least the same if not better than Susan.  But as Danny learned, logic had
no place in his thinking anymore.  He was a slave now.  A slave does what
it is told and not what it "thinks" is right or wrong.  How to kneel in
front of sis and I was something Susan should have taught him.  And even
though she had failed to do so didn't get him off the hook.  He should have
still asked his mistress and not just taken it onto himself to decide the
proper respect.

   I have to admit though that little screw-ups like this did make some of
that boring pose training worthwhile.  In addition to how it fucked with
their heads, it also gave additional reasons to punish the slave.

   While pose training bored the shit out of me, Linda actually found it
exciting.  Linda was trained on how to perform them and I even made her
take the poses often when we were alone together.  I think she found
training other slaves on the poses exciting because she knew how it made a
slave feel to have to perform them.

   While caged, my uncle and grandfather made me perform a few similar
poses but they had been more for functional purposes to help them cuff me
faster and stuff like that.  While some slave poses were functional, most
are just designed to constantly remind the slave that they are, well, a
slave.  It doesn't matter if the poses seem pointless to them or not.  It
doesn't matter if we were living in an RV and they seldom ever had to move
around.  All that matters is that their master/mistress wants them to learn
and perform the poses flawlessly.

   I stood there and watched as Linda began to run Susan through her paces.
Susan was still cuffed and shackled, but she would still be able to perform
almost all of the poses.  The poses, after all, were designed for slaves.
And slaves are often cuffed and/or shackled.

   Sis had a funny way of training Susan.  If Susan screwed up then she got
the paddle.  However, if she did good then Linda would let Susan lick her
"mistress'" pussy for a minute.  The pussy licking of course was far from
being a reward for Susan since she was not gay.  So, really, Susan was just
choosing between the punishment of the paddle or the punishment of having
to lick pussy.  Gay or not, Susan highly preferred licking pussy over
getting the paddle.  Especially once she realized how vicious Linda could
be with the paddle.  Go figure.

   I doubt Susan realized it, but Linda's method of "reward" was actually
training in itself.  It helped get across the point that a slave's wishes
didn't mean shit.  While rewards are given from time to time, the best a
slave should ever hope for as a result of doing good is a reduction in pain
and/or humiliation.  Given enough time Susan and her brother would come to
find these small reductions as great rewards and something to look forward
too.

   Of course, this particular "reward" would also help Susan become rather
proficient at eating cunt.  This, in exchange, would help Susan train her
brother as well.

   I watched Linda "reward" Susan a few times and then walked into the TV
area where Danny was waiting.  He had his back turned to me but you could
tell he knew I was headed his way.  He shook like a leaf all the time but
he especially did so whenever he knew my attention was on him.

   There was a small couch of sorts in the TV area and he was lying right
in front of it.  I sat down on it and watched our little captive.  The fear
he always displayed was much greater than my other slaves had ever shown.

   I was already questioning whether capturing him had been a good idea. 
Of course, I almost always get this feeling when I take on a new slave. 
But with Danny it was a little different.  While he definitely wasn't the
dominate type, he also didn't seem to be a submissive.  Well, that isn't
exactly correct.  He was submissive, but he wasn't.

   It's hard to explain.  It's just a feel you get for a person.  Susan,
for example, acted very similar to Danny but you could just tell that deep
down a part of her got off on what we were doing to her.  Granted, it was a
very small part that she probably wasn't even aware of.  But you could just
tell it was there.  That wasn't the case with Danny.  He just, well, hated
it.

   There was no doubt that in time that small part of Susan would blossom
to the point she actually enjoyed being treated like a slave; even if she
always told herself otherwise.  With Danny I got a strong feeling that he
would always hate being a slave.

   Now, did that mean he couldn't be trained?  Of course not.  He was
submissive enough that he would be easy to train.  Once trained he would
act like any other slave.  He would follow orders and even get sexually
excited when properly motivated.  However, deep down he would always hate
it.

   I know I seem heartless at times, but I honestly felt bad about training
Danny.  Had it been just him then I'm positive I would have already let him
go.  Heck, I might not have even abducted him in the first place.  However,
it wasn't just him.  Susan did fit the profile I was looking for and she
was just too good to let go.

   "So, you don't like eating cunt," I finally said to him after a minute.

   My comment made Danny jump slightly as though I had snuck up on him or
something.  He then went back to shaking, only worse now that he knew I was
probably about to play a game with him.

   "Maybe you would like to suck on my toes instead."

   It was more a statement than a question.  The odd comment did grab his
attention though.  I seen him instinctively lift his head slightly in order
to glance at my right foot which was just a few inches away from his head.
He immediately turned his head away though.

   "You know that wasn't just a request, right?" I growled down at him.

   When he didn't move to comply I slid my foot closer to his face until my
big toe rested against his lips.  He just kept his lips tightly closed.  I
pretty much expected this though.  There were a lot worse things to lick on
a guy than his toes, but Danny hadn't worked this all out yet.  Still, I
gave him a full minute to change his mind before I went into action.

   He knew he was disobeying me so there wasn't any need for words.  I just
reached down and undid his hogtie.  His hands were still cuffed behind him
and his ankles shackled, but he had the wisdom to quickly work himself into
his kneeling slave position.

   "Over the knee," I commanded.

   Danny had problems remembering a lot of the slave position commands, but
this one he knew very well.  He glanced up at me and started pleading with
his eyes and crying.

   "The longer you make me wait the more pissed I'm gonna get," I warned
him.

   There was a blanket spread on the couch so I wasn't too worried about
him loosing his bladder control while I spanked him.  However, there wasn't
one on the floor and for a moment I thought he might piss himself in fear.
Sis has had to clean much worse off the carpets, but it still would have
upset me greatly.

   Lucky for Danny, he made it to my lap.  He is a very athletic little boy
and had no problem getting off the floor and into position.  That's not to
say he did it quickly though.  You could tell he was stalling for time. 
Heaven knows why though.  It's not like anyone was coming to save him. 
Plus, like I had just told him, the longer I had to wait the greater the
odds of the punishment being worse than it had to be.

   He had barely gotten over my lap when I immediately started spanking him
with my bare hand.  He knew better than to yell, but he still made way too
much noise as he cried his eyes out and grunted on each impact.  So, I put
the palm of my free hand over his mouth to shut him up.

   He instinctively kept trying to "run" away, so about every three slaps I
had to stop in order to push him back down into position.  I could feel his
mouth open each time I gave him a spank.  So, on one of the spanks I wormed
a finger into his mouth.  Danny didn't like this one bit.  He knew better
than to bite me, but he still did his best to push it out with his tongue.

   A few more spanks, however, and he soon gave up on the finger and
focused more on his burning ass.  I gave him a good number of spanks, but
none of them were all that brutal.  While I'm sure they hurt plenty, I
think most of his crying was more over the thought of being spanked than
the pain itself.  Though, his ass was a very nice shade of red by the time
I finished.

   "You sucked that finger pretty good," I teased him.  "Maybe you would be
better served sucking on something other than your sister's pussy."

   This comment brought a flush of red to his face and shoulders that
almost equaled the brightness of his ass.  While I had been spanking him he
had been forced to close his mouth over my finger and suck in order to keep
his drool from escaping his mouth.  In the bedroom area fluids spilling
here and there was no big deal since everything was coated with plastic,
blankets or towels.  He knew damn well that spilling fluids in the TV area
was a definite punishment offense.  Still, the spanking had not been light
and I was proud of him for thinking about controlling his spit.

   I rubbed his warm ass with my right hand for almost 5 minutes before I
finally let him get off my lap.  He immediately got to the floor and knelt
in the proper slave pose.  You could tell he didn't want to give me any
excuse to spank him even more.

   Part of this slave pose technically required that the slave be sexually
aroused.  Of course, about everything required a slave to remain sexually
aroused at all times.  This was a bit much to expect this early in their
training though.  It would be at least another week or two before I started
punishing them for simply loosing an erection or not having hard enough
nipples, etc.

   However, when I did see them sexually aroused in a slave pose or what
have you, I tried to always make sure I relayed how proud I was of them. 
This was one of those situations.

   "Good boy," I said as I reached down and gave Danny's hard dick a couple
soft strokes.  "Very good boy."

   Danny's face turned a brighter red than it already was.  I think it was
more anger than embarrassment though.  My lap had gotten very slick from
all of Danny's sweat and it was all the sliding around that probably got
his dick hard.  Yet, I had praised him as though he had gotten himself hard
for his master on purpose.  You could just tell he wanted to scream this
fact at me.  Of course, he didn't.  He just kept quiet and accepted the
compliment.

   Danny's dick wasn't the only one hard.  I had gotten very close to
cumming as Danny did his little dance on my lap earlier.

   I grabbed my dick and started jacking on it slowly.  In this pose Danny
was supposed to be looking at the floor and nothing else.  But the look of
disgust that appeared on his face gave him away.  He was either sneaking
peaks at my dick or had some pretty damn good peripheral vision.

   Technically, I guess I could have used even this as grounds for further
punishment.  But I actually liked the fact that he was giving my dick some
attention.  Even if it was just out of fear and disgust.  Given enough
time, I knew I could train him to the point that the sight of my dick
turned him on.  Today, however, it just turned him off.  By the time I was
getting close to my climax, Danny's dick was as soft as a noodle.

   "Fetch," I commanded.

   I gave this command to Susan several times now, but it was the first
time I had given it to Danny.  He was well aware of what I wanted though
and jumped into action.  He stood up and shuffled quickly to the dining
table where the "cum glass" was sitting.  His hands were still cuffed
behind him so it took him a moment to get a grasp on it.  Once he had it
though he quickly rushed back over to me.

   I thought about trying to make him catch the cum in the cup himself, but
he was so new to the cuffs that I was certain the entire living area would
end up coated with my sperm.  So, I grabbed the cup from him.

   "Present," I ordered.

   The command caught Danny off guard.  He was in the middle of getting
back down into his kneeling pose when I gave him this new pose order.  He
froze for a second and I thought for sure I was going to have a good excuse
to spank him some more.  However, his pause was for less than a couple
seconds before he continued downward to his kneeling pose and then got
immediately back up to take the "present" pose.

   I haven't got a clue what the "correct" procedure really is.  However, I
train my slaves so that once they start to get into a pose they should
finish before going into the next pose that I order or is simply logical
for the situation.  The only exception is if I say "stop" before giving the
next pose command.  Of course, to make this even more complicated for the
slave, there are times when I don't actually say "stop" but give the
command nonverbally.  For example, if I had him on a leash and he was in
the middle of kneeling and I took off walking his proper action would be to
"stop" and then follow me properly.

   "Good boy," I said.

   I praised him, but I was really upset.  I had hoped that I would trick
him into making a mistake.  His ass was burning enough right now that I was
certain that I could have made him do something really nasty in exchange
for not giving him the whipping he would have earned by screwing up.  So,
instead I decided to do something a little less nasty to him.

   I had originally planned to cum in the cup and then make him suck the
last teaspoon or so from my piss hole.  It was going to be a small warning
that if he didn't start liking pussy like a pro then I would push his
schedule forward a bit and start him on dick sucking.

   I guess I could have still justified doing that considering how poorly
he had been performing lately in that area.  However, I felt bad about so
blatantly trying to trick him.  It was one thing to test him and another to
try to trick him just so I could punish him.  Not only had I tried to trick
him but he had actually passed.

   "I think you have earned a little reward," I said as I reached out and
ran my fingers over his ass cheeks.

   The present pose really showed off Danny's best attribute...  his ass.
For this pose he turns his back to his master, spreads his legs, bends over
at a 90-degree angle and then reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks with
his hands.  This was the first time anyone other than his sister/mistress
had given him the order.  I was pleased to see that he blushed even deeper
when I gave the command than when his sister/mistress did.

   "I was going to cum in this cup and then make you drink it," I lied.

   I paused for a moment so he could get a good mental picture of himself
trying to chug a glass of cum.  When he started to shudder and turn pale I
knew he had a good image.

   "You have been a good little slave though so I've decided to postpone
that little task for maybe a day or two," I continued.  "Instead, I'm going
to give you a choice of two other options."

   As I talked to him I went from rubbing his ass cheeks to tugging at his
butt plug.  Danny let out little grunts each time I tugged.

   "The first choice is for me to remove your plug, stick the end of my
dick against your butthole and then shoot my cum inside," I said.  "Don't
worry, it won't hurt.  Sis even says it feels good."

   I played with his plug for a bit while he processed his first option.  I
didn't give him the second option until I was certain I could hear him
crying again.

   "The second option is for me to cum in the cup," I continued.  "After I
am done cumming you would then take the cup to your mistress so she can
drink it."

   "The cup," Danny whispered almost immediately.

   This caught me off guard.  I was rather certain that he would choose the
first option.  My guess is that he made his decision based on two things.
First, he didn't want me to shoot the cum up his ass.  And second, he was
currently upset with his sister for her recent participation in his
training.

   What I don't think Danny factored into his decision, however, was that
his sister wasn't going to like having to drink a glass of cum.  Okay,
maybe he did.  But what he didn't factor in is the fact that she was still
his mistress...  and the last thing you want to do is piss off your
mistress.

   I had been looking forward to shooting my wad up his asshole.  So much
so that I thought about asking him if he was sure about his decision.  But
then I realized that letting Danny piss his sister/mistress off like this
could turn out to be a lot more fun than a single climax.  Besides, it's
not like I wouldn't be doing a lot worse in the next few days than just
shooting cum up his ass.

   Danny let out a loud groan of pain when I pulled the plug from his
asshole.  He then let out a groan of disgust as I reached around and pushed
the plug into his mouth.  I grabbed a piece of duct tape and taped the plug
into place.  And yes, I keep rolls of duct tape throughout the RV.  Doesn't
everyone?

   The plug was kind of long and was poking at his throat.  It took him a
moment but he managed to get his gag reflex under control.

   Danny tried to protest when I pushed him down to his knees and then
knelt down behind him.  I made sure that I angled my feet over his legs so
that he could continue to bend over without actually falling to his face.

   I gave him a hard slap on his right ass cheek to help settle him down.
He stopped groaning and trying to get away, but he was still shaking like a
leaf.  I could tell he thought I was going to fuck him in the ass or at
least shoot my load up him despite his decision.  I waited almost a full
minute before I decided to put his mind at ease.

   "You're going to masturbate me with your ass cheeks," I informed him.

   At that, I pulled his hands away from his ass cheeks.  I was impressed
that he was able to maintain the 90-degree angle despite loosing the grip
on his ass cheeks.  I thought about letting him strain his stomach muscles
for a bit but was in too big of a hurry.  So, I pushed down on the middle
of his back to let him know I wanted him to lower his face and shoulders to
the floor.

   I almost came when I looked down again and seen my dick resting against
Danny's ass.  My cock looked grotesquely huge in comparison to his ass. 
The drastic contrast made me start to wonder if his asshole would ever be
able to accommodate me.  But then I remember sis.  Her ass was no bigger
than Danny's and she was able to take my dick now.  Granted, she had close
to a year of stretching leading up to that.  Would Danny be able to
accomplish the same thing with only a few weeks stretch training?  I really
didn't know, but I knew I was going to have fun discovering that answer.

   I had a good amount of lube oozing out of my dick, so I ran the head of
my dick up and down his ass crack a few times.  I gave a slight push
forward each time the tip ran across his hole.  It wasn't enough to cause
any serious pain, but I could tell it was really fucking with his head. 
Whether he was convinced or not that I wouldn't fuck his asshole today, I
think he now realized that it was just a matter of time before I decided to
do so.

   I leaned forward once his crack was nice and slippery.  I pressed
forward until my dick was sandwiched between my stomach and his ass cheeks.
I then put my hands on my hips and waited.  When he didn't do anything I
raised my right hand and gave him a hard slap on his right hip.

   "Get that ass moving," I growled.  "If I have to do the humping instead
then you can bet it's going to be with my dick buried in your asshole."

   This warning got Danny in motion right away.  My dick felt like it was
in heaven as Danny slowly humped his ass up and down.  I know it had to be
my imagination, but I swear I could feel his asshole giving tiny puckered
kisses as it slid up and down the underside of my cock.

   Almost all of Danny's body seemed to blush as he worked on my dick.  He
got even redder when I reached under him and felt his dick.

   "You enjoy this I see," I said once I got a good feel of his hard dick.

   There were a lot of reasons his dick was hard at that moment, but
pleasure certainly wasn't one of them.  Something as simple as his need to
pee could have contributed to his hard on.  But he didn't know that. 
Despite how disgusted he was by this activity, I was certain he would spend
hours wondering why he had gotten hard.  Hell, he might even start to
question whether he was gay or not.

   I thought about masturbating him for a bit to see if I could get him to
cum.  However, there was no way I was going to last long enough for that.
So I removed my hand from his dick and reached over and grabbed the cup.  I
barely got it to the tip of my dick before I was shooting my load.

   The climax was so strong that I almost blacked out for a moment.  If I
wasn't already on my knees I'm sure I would have fallen to them.  I filled
the bottom of the cup with almost 3 inches of cum before my climax came to
an end.

   "Let's go see your mistress," I said once I caught my breath again.

   Danny had a very worried look on his face when I pulled him up to a
kneeling position again.  I think he had finally realized his mistake in
choosing option "B".  Lucky for me, I had thought to plug his mouth.  There
would be no changing his decision now.

   Danny followed me back into the bedroom area where I informed Susan of
what her slave had decided for her.  The look of disgust on Susan's face
was only outmatched by the hatred in her eyes as she stared at her brother.

   I thought about making her chug the glass of cum but then I got a better
idea.  I went to my box of toys and grabbed a baby bottle.  I removed the
lid and poured the cum into the bottle.  The cum filled the bottle about
1/3rd of the way.  I then walked into the kitchen area and grabbed a spice
bottle I kept on one of the top shelves.  Linda was well aware of this
bottle and knew to never touch it.

   The bottle contained one of Dr.  Kelly's special recipes.  Unlike most
of his concoctions, this one was actually legal.  Well, maybe not FDA
approved...  but certainly not an illegal controlled substance.  According
to the doctor this substance was not even addictive.  He tried to explain
it to me in an email once but it was all way over my head.  Something about
MAO type-B inhibitors.  To be honest I didn't even remember that phrase
until I just now read the email again.  There were a lot of other similar
phrases but what it all came down too was that the mixture was a kind of
aphrodisiac.

   This was the first time for me trying the substance on a slave.  I did
do some tests on myself a few weeks back.  I didn't notice much of a
difference though.  Of course, that is what the doc said it would be like.
According to him, the drug doesn't force people to get horny, it just makes
it harder for them to suppress the feeling.  Apparently there is a
difference, but I never bothered to debate his wording.  It would make it
harder for Susan to keep from getting aroused...  that's all I needed to
know.

   I opened the bottle and took a sniff.  Don't ask me why, I already knew
it smelled horrible.  Drop some dog shit on a hospital floor along with a
few tablespoons of lemon juice, mix it around a bit, then let it dry to a
powder form and that will give you an idea of what this stuff smells like.

   Surprisingly, it has virtually no taste if you mix it with something
like milk or soda.  In this case it was going to be sperm and milk.  After
I put a large teaspoon of the powder into the baby bottle I then filled the
rest of it with milk and gave it a good shake.  The powder seemed to mix
well with milk.  It didn't change the color or the texture any.

   Susan was already a pale green before I got back to the bed where she
was kneeling.  I handed the bottle to Linda.  Sis didn't need to be told
what to do.  She just smiled and pulled Susan over and onto her lap where
she started to feed her like she was a little baby.

   Susan of course refused to suckle on the bottle's nipple.  This was of
no surprise to sis or I.  A few days ago the girl hadn't even tasted cum
before and here she was with a baby bottle full of it and milk.  I tossed a
paddle on the bed and Linda picked it up and quickly started whacking
Susan's ass with it.  Susan was a brave girl and took over a dozen hits
with the paddle before she finally gave in and started sucking at the
nipple.  She gagged on the mixture a little but managed to keep her stomach
under control.

   "You wanted this," I told Danny when he tried to look away from the
spectacle in front of him.  "If you don't want to finish that bottle off
then you better sit there like a good boy and watch your mistress drink it
all down."

   I then walked back into the living area so I could do some work on my
laptop.

   5.

   When I got to the living area I stopped the video that was playing and
disconnected the laptop from the TV.  I then tabbed to the download
software that had been running in the background.  I was pleased to see
that the download for Sandra's weekly update was complete.

   I turned the laptop so that Linda wouldn't be able to see the screen and
then grab my earphones.  Linda had to know by now that there was something
fishy going on with Sandra, Jane and I.  However, it was one thing to
suspect and even know such things and a very different thing to see them in
action.

   Sandra's videos get me horny, but they are seldom as exciting as videos
of my mom and uncle or even ones from my father's collection.  I would
almost prefer to skip Sandra's videos altogether but I felt obligated to
watch them to make sure Sandra was not getting out of hand with Jane or
Vee. Especially Vee.  Plus, I of course wanted to make sure they were
keeping Vee well secured.  The last thing I needed was for that bitch to
get loose and hunt me down.

   Granted, Vee seemed pretty well trained now.  She actually put up a bit
of a fuss though a few weeks back when Sandra started letting Blacky
(Sandra's dog) have his way with Vee.  Vee was pretty used to having to
give Blacky blowjobs, but it wasn't until recent weeks that the dog was
allowed to actually fuck her.  Sandra had been begging to allow this for
over a year.  I only recently approved it in order to help get Sandra to
pay for the RV.

   I swear, I think Sandra has been enjoying watching Vee with Blacky more
than I've enjoyed the RV.  Every night Sandra puts Blacky in the cage with
Vee.  Most of these nights, Vee is fitted with a gag so she can't suck
Blacky off.  With her hands cuffed behind her or sometimes to the sides of
the cage this leaves Blacky with only one available means of relief.  Vee
is sometimes fitted with a butt plug also, but often she just has to adjust
herself so Blacky gets a better aim at her pussy than her asshole.

   You hear Vee yelp from time to time so I'm pretty sure Blacky has gotten
close to taking her ass a few times.  It is hard to tell though since no
one is normally handling the cameras.  At night Sandra normally just puts 2
or 3 cameras on tripods and then goes back upstairs to play with her
sister.

   I think Sandra does this just in hopes that Blacky might get up Vee's
asshole.  I haven't approved that yet so Sandra knows she would be in deep
shit if she forced it on Vee.  However, if it just "accidentally" happened
while she was not in the room...  yeah, I probably should say something
about it.  However, deep down I'm kind of looking forward to Blacky getting
up Vee's ass also.

   Not that it isn't fun watching her take it up the cunt.  Blacky is a
huge black dog with a cock to match.  And he knows how to use it.  Vee
screamed her head off the first time Blacky got up insider her.  The
basement they keep her in is sound proof, but I'm still surprised the
neighbors didn't hear her that first time...  especially once Blacky
knotted with her.

   She was in so much pain that first time that I almost felt sorry for
her. But then I remember how she used the dog on Sandra's 13-year-old
sister.  Had I not caged Vee, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have been long
before she had Blacky riding Linda and I also.

   It didn't seem to take long for Vee to adjust though.  She seldom
screams at all now.  Granted, the gags often prevent much noise.  Like I
said though, she isn't always gagged when he fucks her.  On those occasions
she usually just grunts and stuff.  She normally doesn't actually scream
until Blacky tries to pull his knot out of her.  Even those screams are
often a result of her climaxing and not necessarily the pain.

   Yeah, the slut actually cums on Blacky's dick.  I've seen Vee cum a few
times before but I never thought I would see her cum on Blacky's dick.  In
the past, Vee always seemed to be frightened by the idea of fucking the
huge black dog.  However, I think she has cum more times on Blacky's dick
in the last few weeks than she has cum by any other means since her
capture. I'm starting to think that I misread Vee's reactions in the past.
I think maybe she has some kind of fetish for dog dick and wasn't actually
scared of Blacky's cock but how she knew she would react to it.

   I guess it is equally possible that the thought of fucking Blacky is so
horrible for her that her mind has been warped or her senses are just
overrun.  Both scenarios turn me on.  Just like it turns me on watching her
cry each night when Sandra puts Blacky into her cage.

   She cries even harder once Blacky is done with her.  It is this part of
the videos that turn me on the most.  She normally starts crying right
after she has a huge climax on Blacky's knot.

   Sandra sent me three videos this week.  I fast forwarded through the
first two.  These were videos showing just Sandra, Jane and Blacky.  They
included the same old shit as always.  Jane eating Sandra's cunt in bed, in
the living room, in the basement, etc.  Sometimes there would be something
unique on these tapes, but even then it was seldom that interesting.  The
scenes with Blacky in them were often interesting enough to watch a few
minutes of, but not always.

   This video didn't even show Blacky fucking Jane.  It just showed Jane
and Sandra giving him a double team blowjob.  I had never seen the two of
them give Blacky a blowjob at the same time, but it was hardly interesting
enough to watch in full.

   I was pleased, however, when I got to the third video.  Not only did
this one feature Vee but it was one of the ones where Sandra actually
stayed in the room.  This was good for two reasons.  One, it meant better
angles since Sandra could move the tripods around.  And the second was the
fact that Sandra could provide direction from the sidelines.  These were
always the naughtiest videos.

   "Bars," Sandra ordered.

   Immediately Vee put her hands through the bars of her cage so that she
could be shackled.  Unlike sis and I, Sandra had her own set of slave
commands.  There were very few when it came to Vee.  I would guess maybe a
dozen at most.  This is mainly because Vee seldom ever left her cage.

   For the longest time Vee was kept in a somewhat small cage made of wire
mesh.  Recently, however, Sandra bought a much larger one that looked more
like a normal prison cell.  It now filled up almost half of the basement.
It was a good 8 feet long and 8 feet wide.  Unlike a normal prison cell
though, it was only 4 to 5 feet tall.  I have no clue where she got it. 
I'm guessing it was specially made.  It's not like she couldn't afford it.

   It still concerned me when I first seen it.  Regardless of what she
might have paid, something like this would certainly draw unwanted
attention.  She claimed she took necessary precautions and I guess she must
have because it has been several weeks now and no one has come knocking at
her door.

   The extra space wasn't for Vee's benefit though.  It was for Blacky's.
Blacky could fit in the old one but it didn't give him much room to work
with.  This new one gave him more than enough.  However, it was pretty
clear that the cage had been purchased more for the future than the
present. Right now there were still limitations on Blacky's interaction
with Vee.  Sandra knew that in time those limitations would most likely be
lifted.  When that happened I had very little doubt that she planned to put
Blacky in Vee's cage 24/7.

   Having Vee as Blacky's full time bitch was a huge turn on, but I just
couldn't bring myself to give the order.  Like me, Vee was not a submissive
by nature.  It just wasn't right to treat her as one.  I mainly only let
Sandra play with her in order to keep Sandra in check.  To do that, I of
course will have to continue to lift more and more restrictions in Vee's
abuse.  So, yes, in time Vee would probably become Blacky's full time
bitch. But the key word there is "time".  Done right, I could delay this
for several more months if not a full year.  And with any luck, Vee would
be close to dieing of old age before I was finally cornered into giving
Sandra unlimited use of the woman.

   There was a loud squeak from the video as Sandra opened the cage and let
Blacky inside.  After closing and locking the door again, Sandra walked
back to Vee and removed the handcuffs.

   "Be a good slut and get him ready for your cunt," Sandra ordered.

   There was no need to prep Blacky.  He was already hard and trying to
mount Vee.  It was clear though that Sandra wanted Vee to give the dog a
little head first.  Vee was more than happy to obey...  anything to delay
the inevitable.  With luck, she might even quicken the dogs climax to the
point where she will avoid having one of her own.

   I doubt there is actually a world record title for how many times a
woman has sucked off a dog.  Even if there was I'm not sure Vee would hold
that record.  However, I am certain that she was definitely on the right
track for beating it.  It showed too.

   Vee still cried whenever she was forced to have sex with Blacky, but the
gagging, spitting and what have you had long disappeared.  Now, she sucked
that dog dick like a porn star sucks a man's dick.  She didn't even try to
beg her way out of it anymore.  She just turned to face Blacky, exposed his
cock using her right hand, then bent down and started deep throating it.

   Being a dyke, it took Vee a very long time to learn how to properly deep
throat Blacky.  However, you could easily tell that she preferred deep
throating the dog than just sucking on the tip.  With the dick deep in her
throat she didn't have to worry about tasting much of his precum.  When
Blacky got hard he was like a squirt gun.  He constantly shot bursts of
precum for several minutes before he would finally ejaculate.  With his
dick buried deep in her throat, most of this liquid bypassed Vee's taste
buds and shoot straight into her stomach.  She would still get a good taste
of it though whenever she had to come up for air.  But that was still
better than getting mouth full after mouth full of it.

   "Good girl," Sandra said as Vee sucked Blacky's dick deep into her
throat.  "You like being Blacky's bitch don't you?"

   This brought a deep blush to Vee's face and shoulders.  It also made Vee
start to cry harder.  It was hard to tell though if the tears were just
from the humiliation or if maybe it was because she felt there might be
some truth to the statement.

   Oh, don't get me wrong.  Vee might cum like a banshee on Blacky's dick
but I'm 100 percent sure that if she ever got loose the first thing she
would do is kill that dog.  And you certainly wouldn't see her searching
the kennels for a replacement.  If she actually desired to be Blacky's
bitch then it was purely on a subconscious level.

   Like any slave, however, it didn't really matter what she actually
wanted.  In fact, if Vee was as smart as she thought she was then she would
do her best to convince Sandra that she actually did like Blacky's dick. 
All that crying and groaning was more than half the reason Sandra enjoyed
mating the two of them.  If she actually though Vee enjoyed it then Blacky
would probably never be put in the cage again.  Of course, I'm sure Sandra
would just think of something just as bad, if not worse, to take up Vee's
time.

   "That's enough," Sandra said when it looked like Blacky's knot was
starting to grow a little.  "I know you like to drink his cum but I think
he would rather cum in your filthy cunt so you will drop a litter for him."

   Blacky is a pretty smart dog and I'm sure that after fucking Jane and
Sandra so many times that he has figured out that they can't give him any
pups.  So, procreation was furthest from his mind.  I'm think he just loved
the sounds Vee made and the tight feel of her cunt around his knot.

   Blacky gave a very menacing growl when Vee removed her mouth from his
dick.  He knew damn well he was the king of the house.  He also knew how to
keep his bitches in line.  It seldom took much.  Usually, all it took was a
growl.  Every once in a while he would have to bite them a little.  Even
then, he never drew blood.  He would bite down on an arm, leg or sometimes
even a tit just enough to make them sing a little.  This particular bitch
was seldom very cooperative and often required this kind of extra
incentive.

   Vee was a regular Dr.  Doolittle when it came to Blacky.  Like Sandra
and Jane, Vee could understand pretty much any order the dog gave her.

   "Keep sucking bitch!"

   This was the order just given by him.  Blacky was about to follow it up
with a bite on her tit but Vee turned around real fast and presented her
ass to him.  Blacky continued to growl a little as he debated punishing her
for disobeying his last order.  He knew she was providing him something
much better though so the growl gradually dissipated until it was gone
altogether.

   "Oh!" Vee let out when Blacky swiped his tongue from the bottom of her
cunt all the way up and then through the crack of her ass.

   Blacky did this every time but the sensation never failed to catch Vee
off guard.  It was quickly followed by almost equally vocal moans as Blacky
continued to lick her.

   Vee was very accustomed to being sucked off.  From what little I knew of
her history, all of her slaves were required to suck her off several times
a day.  My father even had some videos from way back that showed Vee
training her own son and daughter.  To the best of my knowledge, her son
was the only male she ever trained.  But even he was required to suck her
off for hours on end.

   My point is that while Vee obviously must have cum a lot on little
girls' tongues, I never once seen her get that vocal or excited about it. I
even seen her get sucked off a few times while I was in the room with her.
She hid her excitement very well.  So, to see her get so vocal with Blacky
told me that the dog really knew what he was doing.  I almost envied the
woman as she danced and moaned on the end of his tongue.  Okay, the thought
of a dog licking me was disgusting, but I did envy the obvious pleasure she
got from it.

   It's funny, but most people think man is the perfect master and that
dogs are the perfect subservient creatures.  I thought this also until I
seen Blacky in action for the first time.  Unlike most humans, Blacky was
actually a very hard-core master and didn't seem to give a shit if his
partner was sexually satisfied or even enjoying his attentions.  I doubt he
even gave Vee's pleasure any thought.  He certainly enjoyed it when she
climaxed, but that was just because of the way her cunt would tighten and
massage his knot, nothing more.

   So, when he licked at her cunt it certainly wasn't for her benefit.  He
just wanted her to juice up a little so he could squeeze his dick and knot
inside easier.  This was especially necessary now that the greedy bitch had
drunk almost all of his precum already.

   Blacky licked at her for just over a minute before he jumped up onto her
back.  He humped back and forth at her a little but wasn't really trying to
get inside her yet.  He still had a little precum left and wanted to make
sure he sprayed some of it around her cunt.

   "God!" Vee let out when Blacky decided it was 'Constitution' time and
formed a more perfect union.

   Okay, that Constitution reference was rather corny.  However, I am
serious about them forming a perfect union.  Not only where they the
perfect height for each other but Vee's cunt looked very erotic when it was
stuffed with Blacky's dick.  That is saying a lot when you consider how old
Vee is.  I can't remember for sure but I think she is in her late forties.

   Every pussy looks good of course, but her's looked extremely so when it
was being stretched so much by Blacky's huge dick.  It must have felt good
also because Blacky barely got 20 pumps in before he came to a near full
stop.  He was far from done though.

   "Oh shit.  Oh shit.  Shit.  Shit."

   Vee was deliriously whispering stuff like this over and over as she felt
Blacky's knot quickly expand inside her.

   "Fuck!" Vee finally said out loud.

   Like I said before, they were a perfect fit.  This last outburst always
came right when Vee's cunt reached what she felt was it's bursting point.
Of course, this was always followed by yet another loud scream as Blacky
proved her wrong and expanded yet another quarter inch or so.  It was wild
that Sandra and even Jane could take Blacky's knot considering how young
they were.  Of course, they had a lot more practice at it than Vee.

   Vee's ramblings went from words to just moans as her insides finally
adjusted somewhat to the large object.  It was at this point that Vee's
videos with Blacky differed somewhat from those of Sandra and Jane.

   Normally, the videos (of Sandra and Jane) got pretty boring at this
point because all the real action is going on inside their cunt as Blacky
shot squirt after squirt of cum deep into them.  Sure, like Vee, they
moaned and stuff as this went on.  But it just wasn't the same.

   I think it was because, unlike Sandra and Jane, Vee didn't want to get
enjoyment from Blacky's dick.  Yet, as Blacky would pump his cum deep
inside, her eyes would kind of glaze over.  Her moans would then start to
go from that of discomfort to that of pleasure.

   To be perfectly honest, I have no clue if it was the feel of his knot
and cum filling her up that got her off or if it was just the pure
humiliation of the act.  All I do know is that she would always turn into
this slobbering horny slut as she had climax after climax on his knot.

   I'm the type that gets bored fast with certain things.  For example, it
was hot watching Jane take Blacky's dick the first few times.  After that,
however, it just didn't do much for me.  Sure, it still turns me on a
little sometimes, but overall there just doesn't seem to be anything
special about it anymore.  It was the same with Sandra.  However, with Vee
it is completely different.  I seldom ever find myself fast-forwarding
through the parts where Blacky if fucking the woman.

   On this video, Sandra did the fast-forwarding for me.  After only four
minutes of them being joined the video suddenly cut to when Blacky was done
cumming and trying to withdraw.  There was no counter on the video or
clocks in the background, so it could have been anything from 10 to 20
minutes missing.

   I was a little disappointed at the missing footage since I didn't get to
see Vee work up to her climax.  However, I still got to see the best part.
Sandra never cut out Vee's actual climax so I'm guessing Vee didn't
actually start to climax until Blacky was almost finished.  She was
definitely climaxing now though.

   Vee was cursing like a drunken sailor as she came all over Blacky's
dick. This climax was even stronger than prior ones.  Many months later I
got a chance to watch the full video and found out that the reason for the
delayed climax was that Sandra had ordered Vee not to climax until given
permission.  And that this permission was not given until the very end. 
Those missing 10 to 20 minutes had been pure torture for Vee as she
struggled not to cum.  But then, that had been the entire point.

   While this was a very cruel thing for Sandra to do to Vee, she at least
did her best to try to calm Blacky down.  Blacky had his nut and his only
concern now was getting his knot out.  He was not amused by the way his
bitch didn't decide to cum until after he had already finished.

   Blacky had already turned and the two were butt to butt as Vee was just
entering the middle of her climax.  Sandra tried to order the dog to calm
down but he wasn't used to taking orders anymore...  especially not from
one of his bitches.  He just continued to growl and even turned his head
back and gave Vee a hard bite on her right ass cheek.

   The bite only served to drive Vee's climax even higher.  She got the
message though and did her best to try to force Blacky's knot out of her.
Blacky must have noticed her attempts at compliance because he stopped
growling and started trying to pull his knot out again.

   "FUCK!" Vee shouted as his huge knot suddenly shot out of her cunt.

   For whatever reason, Blacky almost always managed to get his knot out of
Vee earlier than with Sandra or Jane.  However, this time he had managed it
much earlier than normal.  And unlike prior times, the knot didn't look
like it had shrunk any at all.

   It must have felt like a baby being forced out her cunt.  However, her
outburst appeared to be a mix of both pleasure and pain.  Her climax seemed
to shoot right through the roof.  She was grasping the bars of her cage as
though her life depended on it.  For a moment I thought she might actually
bend them.  At the same time, she was also humping her hips as though she
was fucking some kind of invisible cock.

   While that was going on, a large flow of dog cum was running from her
fuck hole, down across her clit, and then splashing on the floor of her
cage below her.  I even noticed several smaller; yet stronger squirts of
her own juices hit the floor further back as she continued her climax.

   While all of this was exciting, my dick got really hard as I waited for
what I knew would happen next.  Sure enough, just like every time before,
right when her climax started it's downward turn her cries of passion
slowly converted to cries of sorrow and humiliation.  She was weeping like
crazy by the time her climax came to a full end.

   "Clean," Sandra ordered once Vee's climax was over.

   This command was for both Vee and Blacky.  While Blacky wasn't so hot on
taking orders, this one he didn't seem to mind so much.  In fact, this was
a treat for him.  He walked back over and watched as Vee slurped the
mixture of their juices from the floor.  You could tell he found Vee's
actions rather strange if not disgusting.  He certainly would never lick
that gunk up.

   The pool on the floor seemed to be a bit larger than normal and Blacky
started to growl as he became impatient for his treat.  Vee started crying
even harder but doubled her efforts just like her master had clearly
ordered.

   Vee got into a kneeling slave pose with her back against the bars once
she had swallowed the entire pool of cum.  Blacky was her master so she of
course spread her knees wide as she took this pose.

   "Up!" Sandra told Blacky.

   Blacky walked right over and put his paws on Vee's shoulders.  Sandra
was standing outside the cage right behind Vee and bent over and grabbed a
paw in each hand.  She then slowly pulled the large dog upward.  Blacky
shuffled his back feet forward until he was standing almost fully erect
with his feet between Vee's wide-spread legs.

   Vee knew what was required and opened her mouth and took Blacky's still
hard dick deep into her mouth.  The look of disgust on her face was even
worse than when she was slurping the cum off the floor.  As for Blacky, he
barely even noticed what she was doing.  Her sucking him clean wasn't the
treat he was after.  He just enjoyed the way Sandra would praise him and
even lick at his tongue a few times.  She often would even support his paws
with one arm while using the other to pet and scratch him between the ears.

   The dog weighed a ton though so Sandra couldn't hold the pose forever.
Vee had only been sucking for a minute when Sandra gave the next command.
This was one I hadn't heard her give before.

   "Mark the bitch," Sandra whispered to Blacky.

   At first nothing happened.  I thought for sure that whatever the command
was for, Blacky had clearly not fully learned it yet.  However, something
happened right before I was about to click the video off.

   Vee's eyes shot open real wide.  A split second later her cheeks bulged
and then Blacky's urine started squirting out of her mouth around his dick.
For a moment, Vee frantically tried to get his cock out of her mouth.  Her
head was already pressed back against the bars though and she knew she
would scrape Blacky's dick with her teeth if she tried to turn her head too
far to the left or right.  The thought of having Blacky's piss in her mouth
was horrifying but scraping her master's dick was an almost unforgivable
offense that she knew would result in extreme punishment...  assuming
Blacky didn't rip her to shreds first.

   Vee tried pushing her face forward in order to get Blacky to move
further away from her.  Her plan was to quickly move her head back so his
dick came out of her mouth, and then turn to the right or left.  The plan
failed though.  Blacky didn't budge at all.  The only thing she did was
force his dick into her throat.  Vee turned green as a quarter cup of his
piss shot down her throat and into her stomach.

   Vee quickly pulled her head back but the damage had already been done.
Not only had she gotten a good swallow of piss but she had also excited
Blacky a little.  Vee's eyes opened even wider as Blacky started to hump
his dick back and forth in her mouth.

   I have no fucking clue how Sandra managed to train Blacky to piss on
command like that but it was the wildest fucking thing I had ever seen. 
Especially once he started humping at her.  On the outward thrust the piss
would squirt out around his dick and then run down her face, neck and body.
On the inward thrust the piss would suddenly stop squirting as his dick
entered her throat.  You could see her throat muscles straining as she was
forced to swallow the piss down at an alarming rate.

   The piss only lasted about 30 seconds, so she probably only drank a half
a cup at most.  It no doubt seemed like a gallon to her though.

   "Down," Sandra ordered when it was clear Blacky had run dry.

   Once down Blacky stood there for a moment looking at the piss-covered
Vee.  He sniffed her a couple times then just walked to the other side of
the cage to lie down.  I expected Vee to vomit or at least try to spit the
taste of piss out of her mouth.  However, she just knelt there in her slave
pose.  Her eyes were still wide and her mouth gaping open, so there was no
doubt she was in shock over what had just happened.

   "You really are his bitch now, aren't you?" Sandra laughed.

   "Yes, mistress," Vee managed to whisper it but you could tell the
response was just pure instinct.  Her mind just wasn't completely there. 
Something told me that a part of it might never return either.

   The video came to an end shortly after that.  I sat there looking at the
blank screen for almost a minute before I could think straight.  I wasn't
in as much shock as Vee but I certainly had not been prepared for that
scene.

   This act was clearly way outside the bounds of what I had authorized for
Vee.  Yet, it had been one of the wildest things I had ever seen.  Watching
Blacky piss in Vee's mouth was extremely disgusting, yet at the same time
so hot that I almost came without touching my dick.

   Still, it was pretty clear that Sandra was testing me.  It was a fucking
good test because I was having a hard time figuring out what I should do.

   If I just ignored it then I was certain Sandra would just go further
with Vee during the next video.  She would keep on escalating it until Vee
was either dead or was begging for death.

   If I was actually living in the area then my obvious course of action
would have been to whip the shit out of Sandra.  I of course could think of
other similar punishments that wouldn't require me to actually be present.
However, it wasn't a question of whether I "could" punish her but whether I
"dared" to punish her.  This was the test.

   Sandra was no fool; she knew that I was clearly loosening my grip on her
by moving away like I did.  This test was just to decide how loose I was
willing to let that grip become before I dare punish her.

   I say "dare" because I knew there was only so much Sandra would put up
with before I overstepped my current hold on her.  This was the drawback of
being on the road.  Without me being there, Sandra's training was slowly
wearing off.  In time she would probably just stop sending videos and tell
me to go fuck myself.  That day was a long ways off, but it would get here
even sooner if I didn't take at least some steps.

   I now wished that I had focused more on her during my last visit.  She
was definitely overdue for some refresher training.  I even had an idea of
how to follow that training up to help keep her from progressing so fast
next time.  But, all of that didn't help me right now and I didn't plan to
head back that way for at least 3 to 6 more months.

   After some thought, I decided to reply to her test with one of my own. I
sent an email telling her how wild the video had been.  I then asked her if
she had actually trained the dog to piss on command like that or if it had
been just an accident.  I then stated that if she could actually get the
dog to piss on command like that then I would enjoy getting some footage of
both her and her sister drinking the piss also.

   Like her test, the message I sent was pretty obvious.  It worked though
and she didn't overstep her bounds the following weeks.  Or at least she
never did on camera.  It was possible she was still doing it without my
knowledge but that was a completely different issue that could wait till my
next visit.

   6.

   I had a raging hard on, so after archiving Sandra's videos I headed back
into the bedroom area.  I smiled when I got my first glance of what was
going on.

   Susan had finished the bottle of sperm and milk and was now sucking on
Linda's pussy.  Linda was on her back and Susan was on her elbows and knees
with her ass high in the air and her face buried between Linda's legs. 
Behind Susan was poor Danny who was licking his sister's cunt.

   The position was completely new for Danny.  This was the first time he
had been made to eat cunt from behind like this.  To make things worse,
Linda had positioned Susan so her raised ass was near the end of the bed.
Susan's knees were so near the end of the bed it looked like she could slip
off at any moment.

   To complicate it even more, Danny's hands were cuffed behind his back
and he didn't have room to kneel on the bed himself.  This left him in a
standing position.  But he was too tall to just put his face forward and
suck on his sister.  Yet, he was also too short to kneel on the floor and
do so.  This required him to bend at the waist and try to attack her cunt
from above.

   However, the only way he could reach her cunt at this angle without
falling over was to press his nose and upper face into his sister's ass
crack.  Not only did this help him reach her cunt but I'm guessing it also
served the purpose of keeping his sister from sliding off the bed and to
the floor.  I had to give Linda credit for coming up with something this
ingenious.

   Danny must have been having a hard time breathing because he looked
almost as blue from lack of oxygen as he did red from the embarrassment of
having his nose literally buried up his sister's asshole.

   I would have to remember this position for down the road.  It would be
hot fucking Danny up the ass while he ate his sister's cunt like this.  It
then dawned on me that I really didn't have to wait to accomplish this.  Or
at least I didn't have to wait to accomplish something similar to it.

   "I don't know if you heard her earlier, but your sister asked me if she
could fuck you," I said as I pulled Danny away from his sister's cunt.

   Sure enough, as Danny's face left the ass crack, Susan's knees began to
slip off the bed.  I was prepared for this, however, and placed my palm
where Danny's face had been.  This arrested her fall.

   "Oh," Susan yelped into Linda's cunt when I angled my thumb and then let
it sink up her asshole.

   Susan let out another gasp as I angled one of my fingers and then sunk
it up her cunt.  She might not have her hymen but she definitely was still
tight.

   I turned my head back to Danny who didn't even seem to notice what I had
done to his sister.  He was to busy blushing at my comment.  He never
answered though.  But then, he really didn't need to.  I could tell by the
look in his face that he had indeed overheard her begging me earlier.

   It was Danny's turn to grunt when I used my free hand to turn him away
from me and then pulled his butt plug out.

   "Present," I whispered in his ear.

   Danny let out a shudder in both disgust and fright as he bent forward
and used his cuffed hands to spread his ass cheeks the best he could.  As
he bent over I noticed his dick was even harder than earlier.  I would have
to check the video footage from the hidden cameras later to find out if he
had been hard while sucking his sister's cunt or if he had gotten that way
when I started talking about him fucking her.

   I guess it is possible he got hard when I gave him the order to present.
But I highly doubt that was the case.

   I reached down and touched the head of his somewhat hard dick with the
tip of my index finger.  His dick gave an involuntary lurch and hardened
even more as I slid the tip of my finger down the length of his cock.  When
I reached the bottom of his dick I lightly flicked his nuts a few times
before sliding even further down across his taint and then through his ass
crack.

   I noted that his dick gave another lurch as my fingertip ran across his
asshole.  I kept going till I reached his tailbone and then reversed my
direction.  When I reached his asshole again, however, I stopped.

   Danny's shoulders, face and neck turned red with embarrassment as I ran
my finger in circles around the rim of his asshole.

   "No...," Danny whispered when I brought my finger back to the center and
started adding pressure.

   For an instant, I thought he was going to try to push my hand away with
his.  He was a good little boy though and put his hands back on his ass
cheeks in order to keep them spread.

   As I slowly sank that finger up Danny's asshole, I positioned another
finger at Susan's cunt and slowly started worming it inside.  I had planned
to work four fingers up Susan's snatch before letting Danny fuck her, but I
could tell already that she was way too tight for that.

   Unfortunately, this also meant she was way too tight for my dick also.
This was a bit of a disappointment since I had planned to fuck her today. I
had even gone as far as promise her this.  However, as I felt her cunt
squeezing my fingers I could tell I would have to wait a little bit longer.
The last thing I needed was her blood all over the place.

   For the next 10 minutes, they both groaned constantly as I pumped them
with my fingers.  I tried fitting a 2nd finger into Danny and a 3rd up
Susan's cunt, but there just wasn't any room.  Well, I'm sure there was
room but it would have required gagging them and I just didn't feel like
taking the time.

   I finally got bored with this and decided to move forward with our
activities.  Even Linda got a little nervous as I ordered them into their
new positions.  I had Susan get off the bed and had Linda take her place on
her elbows and knees.  I then put Danny behind her like he had been with
his sister earlier.

   I had Danny bend over and start eating Linda's cunt.  Linda of course
was much smaller than Susan.  In addition, Linda was much younger and her
pussy hadn't shifted back as much.  This required Danny to really get his
face in her ass crack in order to reach.  The angle looked very unpleasant
and I was certain he would have a very sore neck come morning.

   Once Danny's face was completely covered by Linda's ass, I went over to
my box of toys as I pulled Susan along behind me by her hair.  When we
reached the toy box Susan tried to go to her knees in order to assume the
required slave pose, but I held her up by her hair.

   The toy box wasn't anything special in itself.  It was just a large
cardboard box we kept on the floor in the closet.  We technically had 2 toy
boxes.  One was small enough you could carry it around.  The larger one was
considerably bigger.  It was about 4 feet wide, 2 feet deep and 2.5 feet
tall.  The way it worked is I would take things from the big box that I
planned to use soon and put them in the small box.  Then the small box
would kind of migrate around the RV as we played our games.

   It wasn't completely uncommon to have to go to the big box from time to
time to get a specialized item for some unplanned activity.  However, this
was the first time Susan had been this close to the big box while it was
open.

   "Oh God," She said under her breath before she could catch herself.

   I guess I should have punished her on the spot for her little comment,
but instead I just looked her in the face and smiled.  For a moment I
thought she was going to pass out as she stared into the box.  I didn't
blame her either.  I probably would have pissed myself if I was in her
position and seen some of the stuff in the box.

   She no doubt thought that sis and I planned to eventually use all the
objects on her and Danny.  That wasn't the case though.  There were many
items that would never be used on them.  In fact, there were even items in
the box that I didn't plan to ever use on any slave.  They were there more
for show than anything else.  Of course, there were some of these "show"
items that might actually find a use someday.

   For example, there was an insanely large dildo in the box.  My guess is
that it was this dildo that Susan first noticed and was gasping at.  You
couldn't help but notice it.  The damn thing was about 28 inches long and
4.5 inches in diameter.  That is almost as round as your standard DVD disc.

   Believe it or not, there is actually a chance I might someday use this
on a slave.  I had no ambition to get just adolescent slaves.  Nor did I
plan to select only the most innocent adult slaves.  While I doubt any of
these new slaves would start out being able to take something this large,
it certainly could be within the scope of reason to work them up to it.  It
would be a very high goal to set even for the sluttiest of slaves, but all
slaves should have near impossible goals.

   Pretty much all of my slaves hate their time with me.  However, they at
least go away knowing that they accomplished something.

   Susan turned even whiter as I rummaged through the box.  To say the box
was unorganized was a major understatement.  I guess I should install a
bunch of shelves or something in the closet so we could just lay all the
items out.  In time I would do that, but for right now I was satisfied with
just digging through the box.

   It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for.  It was actually
two items.  Susan gave a puzzled, yet relieved, stare at the objects when I
pulled them out.  One was a dildo harness.  I'm sure this is the item that
caused the puzzled look.  In my other hand I held a dildo of course.  The
dildo was the smallest one I owned and was clearly the reason she was
relieved.

   You could see the light go on above Susan's head when she seen me attach
the dildo to the harness.  She looked puzzled again, however, when I
started putting the harness on her.  She had worked out what the item was
used for but not why she might be wearing it.

   It wasn't until we turned and started walking back to the bed that it
dawned on her.  I know the second it dawned on her because she came to a
dead stop.  I gave her a very angry look but she just stood there slowly
shaking her head back and forth in disbelief.

   Over the last few days I'm sure all types of nightmares have run through
her young and imaginative mind.  However, the thought of having to fuck her
brother up the ass clearly wasn't one of them.  As such, she had been taken
completely off guard.  She didn't snap out of it until she realized I was
walking back over to her.

   "You said you wanted to fuck your brother," I whispered in her ear.

   "But...," she started to protest but her brain was so clouded that she
couldn't form a good argument.

   "You can fuck him or I can," I growled.  "If you do a good enough job I
might even postpone sticking my dick up you for a day or so."

   This last comment really caught her attention.  It still pissed me off
that it took her more than a millisecond to accept the offer.  Shit, in
slave terms an offer like that is the same as you or I hitting the fucking
lotto.  I couldn't believe she was sitting there debating whether she
should take the $40,000,000 prize she just won or simply a $1 refund on the
ticket.  I guess she was just trying to wrap her brain around the whole
situation.

   "I'll fuck him master," Susan whispered.

   I rolled my eyes.  The tone of her voice made it sound like I didn't
already know what her answer might be.  Surely she wasn't stupid enough to
not realize I had just cornered her into that decision.  I probably should
have whipped her just for being stupid.  But, she had remembered to call me
"master" so I guess that was something.

   "Remember, when you walk back over there you aren't his sister anymore,
you're his mistress," I said.  "You can start out slow so you don't hurt
him, but I want you to work up to a good rhythm and treat him like a real
slave."

   Susan was crying and shaking a little but she managed to nod her head. I
led her back over to the bed and behind her brother.  I then reached down
and grabbed a pair of shackles that were on the floor.  These shackles were
always in this location because there was a chain connecting them to the
foot of the bed.

   I felt the shackles were necessary in order to keep Susan in line.  She
hadn't tried to run earlier but she might decide too once her brother
started crying.  Her hands were still cuffed in front of her so I knew I
could easily catch her.  However, having to grab her and drag her back into
the bedroom would have put a real damper on the party.

   It was tempting to make Susan rim her brother's ass a little.  However,
his asshole was still well lubricated from his plug and having Susan do
that just didn't seem much like a mistress type thing to do.  Sure, there
are times I have them do things together that a mistress and slave would
never do.  However, I like to keep those things separate.  When she was in
slave mode she did slave things and when she was in mistress mode she did
primarily mistress things.

   Susan's hands were shaking as she reached down and started to line her
new cock up with her brother's asshole.  Danny grunted a little into
Linda's cunt but didn't try to fight as the head of the dildo forced it's
way into his asshole.  The dildo was only a hair thicker than what he was
used to, so my guess is that he thought someone was just putting his plug
back in.

   While he didn't like his plug, I'm sure he was more concerned about his
aching neck and getting enough oxygen to keep from passing out.  Danny
froze, however, when the head made it past his anal ring.  Unlike his plug,
this dildo had a texture to it.  Nothing ridged or painful of course, just
not ultra smooth like the plug.

   The dildo had obviously been molded from an actual cock.  Not only could
you see the shape of the veins in the dildo but if you looked extremely
close you could even make out pores, wrinkles and other tiny imperfections.
You couldn't feel most of these with your fingers but Danny certainly could
with his sensitive and very tight asshole.

   I loved using realistic dildos like this on my slaves for just this
reason.  The slaves almost always got a small thrill out of all that
texture.  Of course, they were normally focused more on the pain and
humiliation but hidden underneath all of that there were little tiny sparks
shooting through their system as those bumps rubbed across the skin of
their ultra sensitive anal ring.  When I seen goose bumps start to raise on
Danny I knew his young body was creating those sparks also.

   "Get your fucking head back in there!" Susan growled when Danny finally
realized something was very wrong.

   Susan's command was extremely convincing.  Even I froze when I heard the
command.  Danny didn't freeze though, he knew that tone very well by now
and quickly pushed his head back between Linda's ass cheeks.  He did
continue to groan though as Susan slowly inched more and more of the dildo
up his ass.

   While this dildo was only maybe 1.25 inches thick, it was rather long.
The total length was 8 inches, but only about 7 inches at most would end up
inside his ass since you have to factor in the cushion of his ass cheeks.

   Still, 7 inches was very deep for a boy Danny's age.  His plug was only
4 inches long so I knew he could easily take at least that much.  After
that point, however, his body would probably start having to readjust to
the new intrusion.  I listened carefully as the dildo slowly passed the
4-inch mark.  I was impressed that he got almost to the 6-inch mark before
I heard what I was listening for.

   It's hard to explain but there is a certain change in the grunts a slave
makes when you push something just a hair too deep up their ass.  You
haven't done any damage yet when you hear this but you know that you are
definitely pushing against something that isn't quite ready to move out of
the way.  I pride myself on being able to notice this slight change in
pitch.  However, it's a skill that really isn't that necessary.  Another
quarter of an inch and Danny would have been more than happy to pass this
knowledge on to me a bit more verbally.

   I thought about letting Susan go even deeper so I could test my
accuracy, but I felt Danny was going through enough already.  So, I placed
my palm on her bare stomach to let her know she should stop.  I then pushed
lightly so she would start to withdraw from his ass.  When she got to the
point where the head was about to pop out I pushed on her butt with my
other hand.

   For the first time since becoming my slave, I think Susan was actually
glad to feel my hands on her.  She had been scared to death that she might
damage her little brother.  She hadn't even been fucked in the ass herself,
so she had no clue what she was doing.  You could see her calm down
considerably as I guided her with my hands.

   This was the first time I ever needed to coach someone like this and I
was surprised to discover it was a bit of a turn on.  Sure, the thought of
Danny getting fucked by a dildo was a huge turn on, but by coaching Susan
like this it was almost as though I was fucking him with my own dick. 
Okay, maybe not that exciting.  However, controlling the thrusts like this
definitely added a whole new level to the activity.

   Back and forth we slowly went like that for almost 5 minutes before
Danny was finally taking almost a full 7 inches.  I wanted to keep
assisting Susan but I knew she had already caught on to what was required.
To keep on babying her like this would just feel silly.  Yet, as I finally
let go of her and stepped back, I still felt a deep desire to play an
active role in fucking Danny's ass.

   For a moment I thought about spanking her in order to set the rhythm. 
The problem with that was it could easily cause her to involuntarily thrust
forward too fast.  In time I would be able to do that but not today.  Just
grabbing her hips from behind seemed almost as silly as what I was doing
before.  However, I then realized there was something much better I could
do.

   I went back to my box of toys and grabbed a 1.5-inch thick dildo.  Susan
was watching me when I turned around and walked back her way.  Her eyes got
big when she seen the dildo in my hand.  She knew this one was for her and
not her brother.

   Susan put her hands on her brother's shoulders as I bent her over.  I
grabbed the back of the harness with my other hand to make sure she didn't
accidentally drive into her brother's ass too deep.  I made sure I held the
harness even stronger as I poked at her asshole with the dildo.

   "Nnnn," Susan began to protest before she could catch herself.

   It was clear from her reaction that she thought I was going to use the
dildo on her cunt and not her ass.  That thought had crossed my mind but I
didn't want to ruin Danny's fuck later.  He was a good kid and deserved a
tight pussy for his first ride.

   It was a good thing that I had a firm grip on the harness because Susan
was struggling to get away from the dildo sliding up her ass.  She looked
like she was almost literally trying to climb up Danny's back.

   I got a good 6 inches up her ass before I reversed the direction.  Susan
didn't calm down any though.  She knew her ordeal was far from over.  Just
like she had loosened up her brother's ass, I was about to do the same to
her.

   I slowly started to piston the dildo in and out of her asshole going
slightly deeper each time.  It wasn't until I seen her tears running down
her brother's back that it dawned on me that I had broken one of my rules
in the treatment of Susan.  She had been in the middle of a training
session with her slave and I had taken her out of mistress mode and put her
into slave mode.

   This may sound silly to you, but I did feel bad about this.  Not only
was I violating one of my rules but it also meant that half of the effect
from this session would probably be lost due to the confusion in the
pattern change.

   In the end of course I just said, "Fuck it" and continued.  The damage
had already been done, there was no reason to let it spoil any more of the
fun.

   I continued to fuck Susan like this until it was clear her asshole had
adjusted to the dildo.  Or at least the first 7 inches of it.  This one had
a full 9 inches but I doubted she would be able to take it all today.

   Very slowly I loosened my grip on her harness.  She must have been upset
about the whole dildo up the ass thing, because in an act of defiance she
didn't automatically start fucking her brother's ass again.  It clearly
wasn't an accident or oversight either.  Just moments ago I had to hold on
like crazy to keep her from going all the way up her brother's ass pussy.
Now she was holding herself back like some kind of statue.

   There were dozens of things I could have done to get her back in line.
However, the simplest and most obvious one was right at my fingertips.  On
my next thrust up her ass I stopped at the 7-inch mark like all the
previous ones.  However, I didn't pull the dildo back out.  Instead, I
starting pushing it slowly deeper.

   "Agh!" Susan gasped as the dildo pushed at her guts.

   I was almost at the 8-inch mark before she gave in and let her hips move
forward.  I heard a splash on the floor as Susan slowly drove the dildo up
her brother's asshole again.  I had high hopes that Danny might have cum
but he was just pissing.  He squeezed it off almost as fast as it started.
We had plastic covering on about everything in the bedroom but he still
knew he would get punished for pissing.  The more piss the greater the
punishment.

   Susan still hadn't gotten the message I guess because when I started
pulling the dildo out of her ass she didn't follow suite.  She just stayed
buried forward in Danny's asshole.  What I was about to do next seemed
pretty damn obvious to me, but I think Susan was too blinded by anger right
now.  She got the picture, however, when I slid the dildo back up her ass 7
inches and then continued on to the 8-inch mark again.  The pain became too
great for her and she was forced to push forward again.  Only this time she
was already buried deep up her brother's asshole.

   "Oh!" Danny protested as the last inch and a half of his dildo was
forced up his asshole.

   Susan looked back at me in order to plead with her eyes.  I looked her
in the eyes for a second and then gave her a nod and looked down at Danny.
Fresh tears ran down her face as the last of her defiance vanished.

   "Shut the fuck up and take it," Susan growled at her brother as she
turned her face forward again.

   Seeing that she had given in, I quickly pulled back on the dildo until
only about 2 inches were up her ass.  She immediately started to withdraw
from her brother in order to give him some relief.  He only got 2 inches
out of his asshole, however, before she stopped.

   She clearly thought I had forgotten to pull back with the other dildo
while she withdrew from her brother.  It was no mistake though.  I had held
the dildo stationary on purpose.  This meant that as she pulled 2 inches
out of her brother's ass she had fed 2 inches up her own.

   She stood still like that for almost 10 seconds before it dawned on her
what I had planned.  I swear she blushed red almost all the way from her
head to her toes.  By me holding the dildo steady this meant she would not
only be fucking her brother's ass but her own.  I don't know if this fact
embarrassed her or just humiliated her, but the sight of her blushing like
that was a huge turn on.

   She knew she didn't have long before I would get impatient so she slowly
continued pulling out of her brother's ass.  Goosebumps sprouted all over
her body as her movement forced the other dildo deep up her ass.  She
stayed back on it for a moment before sliding forward again.

   Back and forth; back and forth.  She went on like this for over 10
minutes.  Every once in a while she would growl at her brother if he
groaned too loud.  It was hard to tell but I think she was actually pissed
at her brother.  She, after all, was taking a much larger dildo up her ass
and wasn't complaining as much as he was.  Of course, it is also possible
that she was just slipping into the mistress mode to distract her mind from
what was being done to her.

   I had to wonder if it was possible that we might actually split her
personality during the next few weeks.  At this point in my life I had read
a little on psychology but not enough to know the answer to this question.
Though, it did make sense that it might.  Even people that desire to be
enslaved and actively seek out a master can only handle so much training at
a time.

   My guess is that even a few minutes' distraction or escape from slave
training would seem like heaven for an unwilling slave like Susan.  Sure,
training her brother was equally bad.  However, I'm sure it is a lot like
trying to carry a hot potato.  You toss it from hand to hand and you won't
get burned as bad.  But like I said, it was all guess work back then.

   I was getting a little bored after 10 minutes of the same slow pace.  I
was also disappointed to see that most of Susan's goose bumps and blush had
subsided.  I thought about ordering her to go faster but then got a better
idea.  I wasn't sure if it would work but figured it was worth a try.

   I slid my free hand between her legs and worked it underneath the dildo
harness.  I then held that hand stationary also and let her slide back and
forth against it.  I thought about forcing a finger or two inside her but
decided to just let her slide back and forth on my palm.  I was rewarded
with a fresh blush and goose bumps.

   I could also feel my palm getting very slick and it wasn't all sweat. 
While I still didn't know a ton about psychology, I definitely knew what
happened when a slave had to decide between humiliation, pain or pleasure.
Pleasure won almost every time.

   Slaves aren't computers though.  They can't just switch off everything
else and focus just on the pleasure.  For a slave, the formula is way more
complex than just deciding to hit a switch.  I didn't even need to look in
Susan's eyes to know her brain was already working out the answer to this
particular equation.

   I say "this" equation because there isn't just one.  Not only are there
several different equations but each one had several variables that had to
be determined.  For example, if it was just Susan and I in the room and I
was using a 1-inch dildo on her and only shoving it 4 inches up her ass
then the pleasure of me playing with her cunt would quickly win out. 
However, if I replaced that dildo with a soldering iron...  I would never
do that of course but you get the idea.

   The equation Susan was working on was much more complex than this.  She
was not only getting her ass fucked but was causing it to happen.  On top
of that she had to calculate in the fact that she was simultaneously
fucking her own brother up the ass while she watched him lick another
girl's cunt.

   To my surprise, she solved the equation extremely fast.  Even with my
limited experience, I knew there was a really good chance she wouldn't get
sexually excited at all in this situation.  And she definitely shouldn't
have gotten excited this fast.  My smile grew as it dawned on me that Susan
was truly a natural submissive.

   Not only did my hand get much wetter but Susan also increased the speed
of her thrusts significantly.  Both Danny and her groaned constantly as she
thrust back and forth faster and faster.  However, while Danny's groans
were in discomfort, Susan's clearly were more in pleasure.

   I was caught off guard when Susan finally came.  In the past few days I
thought I had witnessed her sneaking in a few cums.  However, this clearly
had not been the case.  While I knew a girl had a variety of different
types of climaxes that scaled in intensity, the one she was having now was
so extreme that the other ones were no where near the same ballpark.  Hell,
they weren't even in the same country.

   Susan just went ballistic as she slammed her hips back and forth.  She
slammed so hard on one thrust that Danny's face slid down through Linda's
ass crack, across her cunt and then onto the bed beneath.  I didn't hear a
crack but for a moment I thought she might have actually broken his neck.

   Susan didn't seem phased at all.  I'm not even sure if she had her eyes
open to see what she had done.  She just kept a steel grip on her brother's
hips and continued to thrust in and out of his asshole.  I was relieved
when I noticed Danny was still groaning.  Not only was he still alive but
even still conscious and breathing.

   "Oh shit, oh shit," Susan repeated over and over as she involuntarily
humped back and forth.

   While the climax was rather extreme, Danny was lucky in that it was also
somewhat short lived.  She seemed to get control of her body after only 30
seconds.  Her leg and ass muscles were still spasming for almost 2 minutes
and she would periodically make an involuntary thrust with her hips.

   With the exception of Susan's heavy breathing, the room was dead silent
once her climax came to a full stop.

   "I think Mistress Susan likes fucking her slave," I finally said to
break the silence.

   Susan blushed but didn't start crying like I thought she would.  She
just looked on in both shock and confusion over what had just happened.  To
be honest, I was similarly confused.

   7.

   Susan and Danny were sore and tired so we secured them to the floor so
they could get some sleep.  We made sure Danny was lying in his pool of
piss.  Normally he would get the belt for pissing like he did, but in this
situation I felt making him sleep in it was punishment enough.  The poor
boy had just been brutally fucked by his sister after all.

   After they were in place I got on the bed and fucked Linda.  Normally
when I fuck sis that is exactly what I do...  "fuck" her.  However, this
time it bordered more on making love.  First, I mounted her missionary
style, which was something I extremely seldom did.  I also didn't make her
do anything degrading or humiliating.  For example, now days I almost
always make her suck my dick and even tongue my asshole before I shove my
dick up her.

   This time I just carefully crawled on top of her and slowly slid my dick
inside.  I was so gentle with the insertion that she didn't even groan once
in pain.  As I slowly pumped into her I looked down into her eyes, which
stared dreamingly back up into mine.  I desperately wanted to lean down and
kiss her but that was against the rules.  It only took us a few minutes to
peak.  I sped up a little but made sure I kept the thrusts within
comfortable limits for her.

   I closed my eyes while I came but when I opened them she was still
staring up at me.  Only this time she had a very content smile on her face.
When I slid off her I had planned to use a towel to clean myself off. 
However, sis moved too fast and had my dick in her hands and was running
her tongue and lips up and down the sides of it.  This was standard routine
of course, but I could tell that this time she was much more enthusiastic
about it.

   I'm not entirely sure why I had treated her so tenderly.  I would like
to write it off as just rewarding her for being such a good slave that day,
but I know there was more to it than just that.  The best explanation I
could think of is that having another brother and sister couple in the RV
with us had somehow made me temporarily look at Linda in a different light.

   Linda smiled when I handed her the baby bottle.  She took the lid off
and then squatted over it so our fuck juices would drain down into it.  The
bottle was almost half full before she stopped dripping.  She then put the
lid on and looked at me for further direction.  I knew I should have put
sis back in her place by making her drink it, but I just couldn't bring
myself to give the order.

   "Feed it to her while she sleeps," I said as I got off the bed.

   Linda got down on the floor and gently placed Susan's head in her lap. I
think Susan was just playing possum, but it didn't matter.  The nipple from
the bottle still went into her mouth and she still suckled on it.  A brief
look of disgust crossed Susan's face as she got her first taste of the
bottle, but she kept on nursing it.  She had to be exhausted from the
climax she just had, so even if she was awake I doubt she would remain so
once she adjusted to the new flavor.

   I didn't need to give Linda any further instructions.  She knew to start
cleaning everything up once Susan finished her bottle.  So, I just walked
out of the room and into the TV area.

   I grabbed my laptop and jumped on the internet.  I was very eager to
figure out what I had just witnessed with Susan earlier.  Don't get me
wrong, I know I made it sound extreme but her climax really wasn't greater
than many others I've seen girls have.  However, Susan seemed to loose
complete control during hers.

   During her biggest climaxes, even sis is able to maintain some control
over her actions.  Sis may be a little uncoordinated or even do things she
later wished she hadn't voluntarily did...  but it was still control to a
certain degree.

   I looked all over the place on the internet but wasn't having any luck.
I guess my biggest dilemma was that I didn't know what to look for.  Of
course, if I did know then I probably wouldn't need to look...  don't you
hate that?  Another problem of course was that about every search I tried
came back with about 32 billion links to porn sites.

   The only good thing about all these porn sites is that it forced me to
try to think of a way to refine my search.  While I was trying to think of
different words to use, "masturbation" suddenly popped into my head for
some reason.  I immediately tossed it aside since it had no place in my
current train of thought.  However, an instant later I jumped back to it. A
couple searches later and I had found my answer.

   It turns out that unlike most guys, not all girls truly cum when they
masturbate.  With all of the sex education that I had been getting this
past year or so you would think I would have already known this little bit
of information.  I'm sure I must have run across it at some point and just
ignored it as trivial worthless information.

   Anyway, where this all came into play here was that I was pretty certain
that I had just witnessed Susan's first climax.  There was no way for me to
truly verify this but everything did seem to fit.

   In the big picture, this whole observation was pretty trivial.  I only
mention it in order to point out how it isn't always the slaves that are
learning and being trained.

   Though, it did also tell me that Susan had been more turned on during
that last session than she had ever been in her entire life.  Granted, it
had all been beyond her control.  Still, no matter what else happens for
the rest of her life Susan would remember the day she had her first climax.
And she would remember having that climax while fucking her brother's
asshole with a dildo while an even larger one was going in and out of her
own asshole.

   It was little things like this that made slave training really
worthwhile.  I would make sure to place a note on the video file name so I
would never forget this special little moment in history.

   I made a sandwich in the kitchen area and then walked back into the
bedroom.  I had been gone for only about 20 minutes and Susan was nursing
the last of the cum from the baby bottle.  Only now she had her eyes open.
I'm not sure if she had been playing possum or if the flavor from the
bottle had woken her up.  I also suspected that Linda might have woken her
up as well.  Regardless of what happened, you could tell by the look on her
face that Linda must have explained to her what was in the bottle.

   Susan was staring right at me with this pleading look in her eyes.  My
smile back at her let her know I was well aware of what Linda was making
her drink.  My smile got even wider when I seen her change her glare to my
sandwich.

   "Dream on bitch," I thought to myself.  "It will be a long time before
you get anything close to 'real' food again."

   I would have said it out loud but I didn't want to wake Danny up.  He
looked so cute sleeping on the floor.  His hands had been recuffed in front
of him and he was sucking on his thumb in a kind of fetal position.  Just
adorable.  If I weren't so tired I probably would have freshened Susan's
drink for her.

   Susan finished her bottle right about when I finished the sandwich. 
Linda then got up on the bed and put the bottle on the nightstand in case I
got frisky later.  Susan immediately closed her eyes once she knew her
little ordeal was over.  The last thing she wanted was to draw my
attention.

   I got up on the bed with sis so I could get a little rest.  I glanced
over at the clock on the nightstand and seen that it was 11:47.  It was an
analog display so it didn't indicate if that was A.M.  or P.M.  and to be
honest I didn't know for sure which it was either.  All of the windows were
blacked out and we often went days without leaving the RV.  We kind of
lived in our own special world in there.  We ate when we were hungry and
slept when we were sleepy.  I would see the actual time on the computer
sometimes but hardly ever paid it any mind.

   Still, earlier for some reason I had thought it was morning.  I was
about to give up when I realized what had made me thing that.  About 5
hours ago I saw Linda watching cartoons on TV.  So, what do you know, we
were actually in sync with the rest of the world for a change.  Now for a
small siesta and then we could start our afternoon activities.

   I woke up 4 hours later to the feel of Linda playing with my dick.  I
was on my left side and she was tight in against my front with her face
against my chest as she sucked on one of my nipples.  At first I thought
she was just jacking me off, but then I noticed the angle of her body and
that one of her legs was bent and angled outward.  She was rubbing the head
of my dick back and forth against her cunt.

   Linda pulled her head back and looked up at me when she felt my hand
come to her hip.  She had this dreamy look in her eyes.  I also noticed she
had been crying.  Why she had been crying I never found out.  All I knew
for sure was that she clearly wanted me to fuck her again as I had earlier.
And boy did I want to fuck her.  But she had already been rewarded
recently. It would be at least another week before I could dare to be
gentle with her like I had earlier.

   So, I slowly pushed her hip away from me.  She misunderstood my gesture
and licked her lips and started to bend down to suck on me.  The little
slut wasn't holding back any punches as she slowly bent downward while
continuing to stare into my eyes.  She must have really been hot for it
because she even nibbled on her bottom lip, which she knew turned me on to
no end.

   "I have to piss," I suddenly said before things got too far out of hand.

   It wasn't often I held back my natural urges like that.  I mean, I could
have still savagely fucked her and not had to worry about the whole touchy
feely shit.  But doing so would have delayed the evening's activities.

   While Linda did halt her downward movement, to my surprise she didn't
jump back up or anything.  She just continued to stare up at me.  It wasn't
until she started blushing deeply that I understood why.  She thought I
wanted her to drink my piss.  She was well aware of water sports but I
never would have thought she was this close to being prepared to willingly
doing something like that with me.  Though, she didn't seem to look as
turned on as she had just seconds ago.

   I just gave her a smile and got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.
As I pissed into the toilet I realized Linda was standing at the bathroom
door watching.  I don't know if she just wanted to watch me piss or if she
had followed thinking I had planned to make her drink it in there.  This
was something I would definitely have to think about.

   Right now, however, I wanted to get back to Susan and Danny boy.  When I
went back into the bedroom area I noticed Susan was wide-awake and Danny
was still dead to the world.

   I walked over to Susan, bent down and gave her a suggestion on how she
should wake her little slave up.  She blushed but didn't dare protest. 
Like Danny, Susan's hands were cuffed in front of her and her legs were
shackled and chained to the floor.  However, there was enough slack in the
chain for her to reach her brother.

   She gently rolled Danny so he was flat on his back and removed his thumb
from his mouth.  She then looked up at me one last time in hopes I might
withdraw my last "suggestion".  I just nodded for her to continue.  She
blushed deeper as she slowly squatted over his face until her pussy rested
right on his lips.

   Danny had gotten in a ton of pussy eating during his short stay and
instinctively started licking when the smell of his sister's cunt reached
his sleeping mind.  I expected him to wake up right away but he didn't. 
Not only did he keep sucking at her cunt but he seemed to be doing a hell
of a lot better job than when he was awake.

   "I think your little cunt slave has been holding out on you," I
whispered down to her.

   I expected to get an even deeper blush from her but she didn't even seem
to notice the comment.  I think her little brother had caught her off
guard. Either that or Dr.  Kelly's special recipe was kicking in already.
It seemed awfully early for that to happen though.  I didn't notice any
changes when I took it until several doses and several days later.  Of
course, I'm constantly horny with or without the drug and I seriously doubt
Susan shared that trait.  So, maybe it was harder for her body to fight off
the drug.

   I now kind of wished I hadn't started her on the drug.  It would have
been hot as hell knowing for sure that she was getting horny on her own
accord.  Still, it was pretty damn hot as she squatted over her brother's
face.  You could tell she was getting horny by the way she closed her eyes
and nibbled on her lower lip.  In the days to come she would learn that
nibbling on that bottom lip was not a good thing to do around me.  That
always gets me fired up and the hornier I get the worse it becomes for the
slaves.

   I'm not sure but I think Danny was dreaming about being a baby again and
thought he was sucking on his mother's tit.  He had stopped licking at
Susan's cunt and was now sucking on the upper part of her cunt like he was
trying to get milk out of a tit.  I guess it was a reasonable deduction
since their mother had abandoned them and their captivity over the past few
days had left them in a very depressed state.

   His suckling on Susan's clit area must have really gotten to her because
Danny quickly shot awake.  His sucking efforts had gotten him some milk but
it hadn't tasted anything like it should have.

   When he realized where he was, Danny quickly began to struggle.  Susan
managed to hold him in place for a few more seconds but in the end Danny
won the battle and got free.  He was still trying to get the cobwebs out of
his head when Susan turned and slapped them out for him with the palm of
her hand.

   Her reaction was so sudden that even I took a step backward in surprise.
The slap had been surprisingly fast and hard considering her hands were
still cuffed together.

   Immediately after the slap landed, Susan brought her hands up and
covered her mouth in surprise of what she had just done.  She looked like
she wanted to reach back down and sooth her brother, but then she
remembered her current position as his mistress.  So, she looked over at me
to see if I was satisfied with the performance.

   Technically, she should have followed the slap with a verbal reprimand,
but something tells me Danny had gotten the message.  So, I just said the
word "Standard" and they both got into their kneeling slave positions.

   I desperately wanted to get straight down to business, but I knew I
should feed them first.  Especially Danny who had gone all day without a
single thing to eat.  Sis and I had been feeding him, and until recently
Susan, table scraps.  We didn't have any table scraps right now but I did
have an idea of what we could feed him.

   "Show the pussy slave's mistress where we keep the Nutro," I told Linda.

   A very wide smile crossed Linda's face when I mentioned the brand name.
I'm not sure if sis was turning into a sadistic bitch or if she was just
happy that she now knew why I had bought the product.  Until just now, she
probably thought I had bought it for her.

   Danny caught Linda smiling at me and started to look very nervous.  I
sat on the bed above Danny and told him to rub my dick.  He just gawked at
me in disbelief for a moment.  I glanced around like I might be looking for
my belt and he quickly reached up and started rubbing his hands up and down
the sides of my dick.

   You could tell that Danny was completely inexperienced at jacking a cock
off.  Or at least he didn't know how to jack someone else's dick off.  I
was pretty certain he had already started playing with himself.  I couldn't
imagine someone sporting a dick his size without having played with it at
least a few times.

   I didn't let any of this bother me right now.  I was focused more on
what Susan was doing.  First, I was a little concerned she might try to
make a run for it.  It would be a pretty stupid thing to attempt but slaves
don't always think rationally.  Even if she wasn't cuffed or shackled, I
was pretty certain that I could easily catch her before she got the front
door open.  My main concern was the damage she might do to sis during the
attempt.  The slightest sign that she might be thinking of escape and I
would get up and join them in the kitchen.

   I was pleased to see that she was smart enough not to even contemplate
escape.  She didn't even seem to glance toward the door to see if I had
remembered to put the lock back on the chain I used to help secure it. 
There was also a sliding accordion style wooden partition that separated
the cab from the rest of the RV.  I kept a chain and lock on this as well.

   I almost walked into the kitchen area anyway so I could get a closer
look at Susan's face.  However, the sound of Danny crying as he played with
my dick was just too great to give up right now.  I was pleased though that
sis thought to position Susan so I would have a clear view of her face when
she seen Danny's dinner.

   Susan opened the large bottom drawer in the kitchen very slowly, as
though she thought a snake might jump out and bite her or something.  She
then reached in and pulled out one of several boxes of Nutro that was
stored there.

   Great relief washed over Susan's face when she got a good look at the
front of the box.  She even smiled in delight as she looked at the picture.
The picture showed what looked to be either several cookies or possibly
very thick crackers.  Regardless of what she thought they were, you could
tell she felt they looked delicious.

   Her smile quickly vanished though when she read the title printed on the
box.

   "Natural Choice Sensitive Stomach Biscuits"

   This was printed in large letters on the box along with the Nutro logo.
It wasn't this, however, that she was looking at in disbelief.  It was the
smaller print that announced that the biscuits were for dogs with sensitive
stomachs.

   Susan quickly turned her head to protest to Linda who was standing
behind her.  Linda already had her hand cocked in preparation for this and
gave Susan a good slap to make her face forward again.  Linda was pretty
small in comparison to Susan but it looked like the slap still had a little
bite to it.

   Susan looked down at the box in her hands once more and started crying.
Linda knelt down behind Susan and whispered something.  Susan immediately
went into the "Standard" slave pose.

   I then watched as Linda snaked one hand across Susan's stomach from
behind and then down to her pussy.  Linda then started playing with Susan's
cunt and brought her other hand up so she could play with the girl's
nipples.  Susan looked very uncomfortable and confused as Linda played with
her.

   Susan must have started to juice up because after a minute of this I
seen her starting to bite her lip again.  Linda then began to whisper in
Susan's ear.  I don't think she was telling her sweet nothings either. 
While Susan did blush a lot, you could tell she also came down somewhat
from her sexual high.

   I wished I could hear what sis was telling Susan.  I had a hidden camera
that got okay footage of the kitchen area but I knew it was too far away to
pick up the whispers.

   Before standing back up, Linda looked my direction and gave me a wink.
The little slut was up to something and I couldn't wait to see what it was.

   After Linda stood, so did Susan.  They then walked back into the bedroom
area.  Linda was smart and let Susan walk in front of her.  This was the
opposite of normal slave/master protocol but it was a very reasonable
safety precaution considering their size differences.  This also let Susan
know she would have an additional obstacle to negotiate if she were to try
to turn and run for the door.  Something told me that Linda didn't want
Susan to make a break for it and spoil what was about to take place.

   Susan's stopped for a second and her eyes got big when she seen what I
was making her little brother do.  She composed herself and then looked at
me waiting for permission to take over.

   "I think your mistress wants your attention," I said as I gave Susan a
nod.

   "Is my pussy slave hungry?" Susan asked before Danny could get turned
around fully and into a proper slave pose.

   "Y...yes, mistress," Danny whispered in reply.

   Susan opened the top of the box and dug into it.  I noticed that she
made every effort to hide the cover from Danny's view.  That was fine, I
would grant her this for now.  Tomorrow, however, I would make sure Danny
was told what he was eating.  That is assuming of course that he didn't
figure it out from the taste alone.

   When he seen the biscuit, Danny's eyes lit up much like Susan's had
earlier.  She didn't give it to him though.  Instead, she sat down on the
floor in front of him with her back propped up slightly against the wall.
She then spread her legs so that he was staring right at her cunt.

   "What does a good pussy slave do for a treat?" Susan said as though she
was talking to a baby or a dog.

   It was a rhetorical question.  Or at least you could tell Danny prayed
to God that it was.  Licking his sister's cunt was humiliating enough;
actually talking about it would have embarrassed him to death.

   Danny didn't want to give his mistress an opportunity to demand such a
thing.  So, he got on his hands and knees and slowly crawled between
Susan's legs.  Susan let out a small involuntary gasp as Danny began to
lick and suck at her cunt.

   Linda sat on the bed next to me as we watched the siblings.  Linda then
spread her legs and started playing with herself.  I had mixed feelings
about this.  Part of me was turned on by the knowledge that sis was getting
off on what we were watching.  However, assistant or not, sis was still
supposed to be a slave.  Sure, I like to have slaves get horny and stuff
but not like this.  Sis was doing this voluntarily.  It just wasn't, well,
right.

   I made a mental note to push Linda's slave training further in a month
or so once we were done with Danny and Susan.  I decided that for now I
would just give her a subtle reminder.  I reached up with my right hand and
put it around Linda's shoulder and pulled her to me.  She smiled and gave
me a half hug thinking that I just wanted to hold her.  She frowned,
however, when I kept pushing until her face was over my dick.

   She didn't complain, but I definitely felt a tear hit my thigh as she
began to lick at my dick.  I knew that it wasn't so much that she hated
sucking dick as it was the knowledge that I was treating her like a slave
again.  Doing it while Susan and Danny where present probably only made it
worse for her.

   It served the slut right though.  I knew she was supposed to be acting
like a mistress but she was still getting a little too cocky for my tastes.
A little humiliation in front of "her slaves" would do her some good.

   As she sucked on the head of my dick, I pushed down slightly to let her
know I expected her to deep throat me this time.  She only let out a tiny
groan but I knew she was very upset.  Not only did she hate deep throating
but she was well aware of how much noise she made when she did so.  The
slaves on the floor were very distracted, but even they would realize what
I was making sis do.

   While I'm sure they could hear sis making slurping sounds and gagging,
Susan and Danny were way too preoccupied to worry themselves about it.

   "Good doggy," Susan said as she reached down and let her brother bite
into one of the biscuits.

   Danny was so hungry that he had it almost fully chewed before he noticed
the taste.  He stopped chewing and just froze there like he was trying to
decide where to spit the mixture.  I don't know why Danny didn't like the
taste.  It said right on the box that it was "Great tasting".  Maybe it was
the chicken meal or the poultry fat that didn't set right with him.  Or
possibly one of a dozen other "natural" ingredients.

   "Be a good doggy and swallow it down," Susan growled.

   Referring to her brother as cunt slave and now doggy was pretty hot. 
I'm sure though that Linda had something to do with Susan using those
phrases.  Susan was still hiding the front of the box from her brother.  I
don't think she would have done that if she really wanted her brother to
feel like he was a dog.

   You could tell that Danny didn't want to swallow the nasty tasting
biscuit, but he did.  He swallowed hard and quickly went back to licking
Susan's cunt.  I don't know if he rushed back to her cunt hoping the taste
would override that of the biscuit or if he was just trying to avoid having
to take another bite.

   Susan kept stopping him about every 30 seconds to have him take another
bite.  After 5 minutes Danny had choked down 5 of the biscuits.  Watching
her brother eat the biscuits must have been making Susan's stomach turn
because she looked a bit pale.  I smiled at that.  I knew that in a few
days she would probably be begging for something as luxurious as a dog
biscuit.

   While she did have a look of disgust on her face, Susan still stayed in
character and did a pretty convincing role as mistress.

   I never did ask exactly where the two had really been planning to run
away too.  However, Susan seemed to have a natural acting ability.  My
guess is that she was aware of this and was headed to Hollywood.  She was
good but you know how the movie business is.  The closest she probably
would have gotten to being on film would have been as a fluffer on a porn
set.

   I guess that in a way I was helping her dream come true.  She may not
have made it in Hollywood but she would always be immortalized in my video
collection.

   When it came time to release her I would have to make sure I released
some videos of her and Danny on the internet via BitComet or something
similar.  I of course would give her instructions on where to find them. 
Who knows, she might even become proud of the fact that millions of people
in the world were jacking off to her and her brother.

   It was around the 6-minute mark that I realized Susan had stopped
talking.  She also wasn't forcing her little brother to stop anymore so she
could feed him.  She just stared down at him as he suckled on her clit and
pussy.

   You could just tell she was started to get horny.  She had that all too
familiar look on her face that said, "I'm such a slut for getting excited
by this."

   Her getting horny was just a trick her mind played with her in order to
get relief from everything else.  You can think of it as a kind of shelter
her mind would hide in whenever the weather got too harsh outside.  As her
training continues the time it requires for her mind to seek the shelter
will become less and less.  At some point she will get horny to some degree
just at the mention of doing something humiliating.  Trained right, the
exact same thing can be applied to pain as well.  As hopeless as escape
was, I'm positive she would have made a run for the door had I clued her in
on all of this.

   Of course, if I did that then it could become even harder to break her.
Some would argue that an extremely quick "mind shelter" reaction actually
is the definition of a slave breaking.  Me, I think it is just a symptom. I
think there is something else deeper that actually breaks and that this
"mind shelter" reaction is just a side effect of that.  But then, my own
definition of what constitutes a "broken" slave seems to change from year
to year.  You always know it when you see it, but the actual process of
what is going on in their heads is clearly complex...  possibly different
for each slave even.

   Speaking of "mind sheltering", I noticed that Danny's dick was now hard
as a rock.  I knew that had to really be fucking with his head.  Here he
was chained up as a captive, a butt plug up his ass, and licking his
sister's cunt while she made fun of him.  And yet he had a hardon.  I knew
I could probably make it throb if I were to humiliate him about it. 
However, I was getting too distracted by Linda's blowjob.

   Linda had 3/4ths of my dick down her throat and it felt great.  It also
looked sexy in a very demented sort of way.  Sis was still pretty small and
my dick looked impossibly huge for her mouth, let alone her throat.  Every
muscle in her neck and face seemed to strain whenever she took my dick this
deep.

   Sis actually could take my dick deeper than this but I seldom required
her to.  Whenever she takes it deeper than this she often can't talk for
days.  Even at this depth she will probably be talking in a raspy whisper
for a day or two.

   Watching sis suck me off like this was almost more exciting than
watching the siblings on the floor.  Sis made the sweetest choking and
coughing sounds each time she took my dick deep into her throat.  Her face
also turned bright red from exertion and the veins in her neck and temples
would puff up.

   The combination of sis and the two siblings was too much and I found
myself cumming down Linda's throat before I could stop myself.  Sis was
still 50/50 when it came to drinking my load.  Half the time she would
managed to let it all shoot straight into her stomach and the other half it
would back up and shoot out her nose.

   She always looked absolutely adorable with the two little rivers of cum
running out of her nose.  She knew better than to waste my cum though, so
when this happened the cum would run from her nose, across her upper lip
and onto her tongue where she would drag it back into her mouth so she
could swallow it again.  It sounds simple but you have no idea how much
training and "persuasion" had been required to teach her this little trick.

   As much as I would have loved to see those tiny rivers of cum, I was
actually pleased that this time she had managed to get it all into her
stomach on the first try.  This meant a lot less cleanup and a lot less
coughing and crying on Linda's part.  Not that I don't enjoy those sounds.
But this was supposed to be Danny and Susan's special moment and I didn't
want to spoil that for them.

   While I was happy with Linda's performance, I was rather pissed at
myself for cumming like that.  I prided myself on being able to hold out
for hours at a time sometimes, yet here I had cum in less than 10 minutes.
It was rather embarrassing.

   Had I lasted another 20 minutes I might have even been able to watch
Susan cum on her brother's tongue for the first time.  However, having just
had my nut, I knew I needed a lot more than just cunt licking in order to
get hard again.

   I gave Linda another 2 minutes to compose herself before I told Danny
and Susan to stop.  They both jumped to their kneeling slave positions. 
Poor Danny didn't know who to kneel toward though.  He finally decided on
Susan.  I can fully understand his confusion at a time like this and would
have been satisfied with either kneeling in front of Susan or I.

   Danny looked relieved when I didn't try to correct him.  He also seemed
relieved about not having to eat his sister's cunt or any more of the
biscuits.  Though, he wasn't naïve enough not to realize that he would
probably be doing a lot of both in the days to come.

   I had Linda take the box of biscuits back to the kitchen and bring back
a bowl of milk I had set out already on the dining table.  Both of the
slaves got a worried look on their face when they seen Linda approaching
with the dog bowl.  They didn't seem so concerned when it was lowered and
they seen it was just milk in it.

   I had the two siblings take turns drinking from the bowl.  I had them do
it without the use of their hands.  It was the first time they had drank
from a bowl like a dog and had a hard time getting used to it.  I was
confident they would be pros within a week or so.

   The milk had some of the good doctor's formula in it so I made sure
Susan got her fair share.  My plan had been to shoot my first load into the
bowl before letting them drink from it, but I had spoiled that already.

   While this deviated slightly from the diet I had planned for Susan, I
was pleased to see that she still seemed a little put off by the taste.  I
knew the doctor's formula was pretty tasteless once dissolved.  I'm pretty
sure the flavor of the milk just reminded her of her last couple meals.

   To keep it a little more exciting, Linda stood between them and soaked
her right foot in the bowl from time to time.  She would then raise her
foot between them and they would both suck it clean.

   Foot worship was something I had never tried before.  Not seriously
anyway.  I had seen short clips here and there in porn movies but had never
thought much of it.  I have to admit that watching the two slaves suck and
lick at Linda's toes and dainty foot was pretty erotic.

   I thought about walking over and doing the same thing but I didn't want
sis to think she had come up with something her master had never done
before.  Besides, I lacked Linda's grace and wasn't sure I could easily
maintain my balance with one foot in the air so long.

   Once they had finished off the milk, I made Susan lick the bowl clean
just in case some of the formula had settled on the bottom.  After that, I
made them lick each other clean.  There was a lot of milk on them also.  In
time they would become a lot more talented with their tongues and be able
to easily lap the milk up.  This time, however, they had drank most of it
by putting their lips to it and slurping it.  As a result, each time they
went for a drink they got lots of milk on their chin.  And of course every
time they knelt back up that milk ran down their neck and across their
chest and stomach.

   While watching them lick each other clean like this was a lot more
entertaining, licking the milk up properly would help develop their
tongues. Down the road, after they mastered drinking from the bowl, I guess
I could always pour a little milk on them from time to time and have them
lick it off.  Or better yet, I could cum all over them and have them lick
that off instead.

   "Did your slave do a good job?" I asked Susan.

   "Yes," Susan quickly replied.

   "Good, then you have my permission to reward him like you said you
wanted too," I grinned.

   It took Susan a moment to understand what I was saying.  I think she
actually thought that the butt fuck she had given her brother earlier that
day had taken the place of her loosing her own cherry.  Silly girl.

   Susan just knelt there.  I don't think she was trying to disobey, I
think she just didn't know how to proceed.  Linda quickly suggested they
might be more comfortable on the bed.  I nodded my agreement and Linda went
to work removing the two chains connecting them to the floor.  I noticed
that as she did Susan's chains, Linda whispered something to her.  No doubt
it was some instructions on how Susan might want to proceed.

   Personally, I didn't really care how they did it as long as they did. 
They were both basically loosing their cherries so I guess making them a
little more comfortable was the least a master could do.  As for providing
Susan some guidance...  I guess it would make her look better in her
slave's eyes if we didn't have to coach them throughout the ordeal.

   "You have been a good little doggy and I wanted to give you a special
gift," Susan said as she lay down on the bed on her back.  "First though,
get between my legs and lick me some more."

   Danny let out a small groan before he could catch himself.  He seen the
look of anger in Susan's eyes and quickly got between her legs and started
licking before she decided to punish him for the outburst.

   While her brother was preoccupied, Susan begged me with her eyes.  There
was no doubt that she didn't want to fuck her own brother.  In fact, my
guess is that now that she has had time to think about it, she probably
would have preferred that I just fuck her myself.  It would hurt like hell
if I did that but at least it would just be physical pain and not mental. I
really didn't see what the big deal was though, sis and I fucked all the
time.  Sure, sis didn't like it a lot at first but she quickly got over it.
To look at Susan right now you would think I was about to kill her or
something.

   Susan even went as far as to shake her head "no" to make sure I
understood she didn't want to do it.  I just smiled back at her.  For a
second I thought she was going to start crying like a baby, but she didn't.
In fact, her face just kind of went blank.  I highly doubted that she had
broken this easily, but something told me she might have cracked a little.

   The blank stare then disappeared almost as fast as it had come.  It
wasn't replaced with the weak begging look that had been there before
though.  Instead, it was replaced with what I now term her "Mistress" face.


   "That's enough," Susan told her slave.  "Crawl up here now."

   Susan made an "O" above her chest with her cuffed hands/arms and Danny
crawled up until he filled it.  Susan tried to order her brother to kiss
her but she just couldn't bring herself to say it.  Instead, she just
reached up with her own lips and started giving him tiny kisses.

   At first the kisses were just on his cheeks and neck, but slowly she
worked her way to his mouth.  After their lips parted, they just froze
there for a moment staring into each other's eyes.  You could see some
shock and disgust in their eyes, but mostly you could see "love".  Or at
least that is what they probably would have defined their feelings had
someone asked them.

   The truth is that they probably didn't know exactly what it was.  They
of course loved each other but only as brother and sister.  Yet, after
these last few days of captivity, the tenderness of the moment couldn't
help but cause confusion for both of them in regards to exactly what type
of love they were feeling.

   That is all a guess on my part of course.  All I know for certain was
that a few seconds later they were locking lips again.  The kisses were not
brother and sister kisses either.  They were very long and strong ones.

   I almost laughed out loud as I watched them.  Not because they were
kissing but because they both were rather clumsy about it.  I just found it
funny that both of them were now considerably better at kissing cunt lips
than they were each other's.

   I interrupted them just long enough to undo their hands.  They didn't
seem to know what to do with their hands but it looked a lot more natural
this way.  I grabbed the camcorder and started filming them as they went
back to kissing each other.  They blushed a little at the sight of the
camera but didn't let it bother them too much.  What they didn't realize
was this would be one of the videos I sent to their father down the road.

   As long as I didn't get their ankles in the frame then there would be no
way for their father to know they were actually doing this against their
will.  In fact, it would be this video that probably would keep him from
running to the cops.  And I was pretty certain that even if Susan and Danny
didn't break, the knowledge of this particular coupling would probably
embarrass them too much to run to the cops themselves.

   A professional of course would understand why the two siblings had
gotten carried away like this.  It all went back to what I said earlier
about their minds seeking escape.  However, Susan and Danny were not aware
of this.  For the rest of their lives they would probably blame themselves
for getting so carried away this first time.

   Not that I planned for this to be the last time they did this.  In fact,
my goal was to get them to the point where they would continue having sex
long after I released them.  Much like what mom and Uncle Jay did.  I
wondered how many bastard children Danny and Susan might have before
someone came along and provided them professional help.  Who knows, they
might even live the rest of their lives together under fake names as
husband and wife, or boyfriend and girlfriend.

   It was also interesting watching Linda's reactions to all of this.  She
reminded me of one of those preachers you always hear about that get caught
molesting children.  I'm sure those preachers, like Linda, felt incest and
sex with children was wrong.  However, also like Linda, those preachers
still got off on it.

   You could just see the lust build in Linda's eyes as she watched the
siblings.  She kept inching toward the bed and I had to usher her back so
she wouldn't get in the frame.  She finally contented herself with standing
off to the side and playing with her own pussy.

   I have to admit that it was hard just letting the siblings go at it on
their own.  Sis and I made sure they both had seen at least one porn
showing couples fucking each other.  However, knowing and doing are two
completely different things.  I guess I could have given them instructions
from the sidelines and edited my voice out later.  However, it just seemed
a lot more natural to just let them fumble around like this.

   Hell, they didn't even start fucking for over 25 minutes.  Up until then
they just felt each other up and kissed a hell of a lot.  I swear, fucking
must be something in our genetic code.  Once Susan finally guided Danny's
dick to her cunt entrance, nature seemed to take over.

   "Oh!" Susan let out in pain when Danny drove his dick deep inside her
and started humping like a dog on crack.

   Susan quickly moved her hands to Danny's ass cheeks to help slow him
down.  Danny got the hint and stopped for a moment.  He clearly didn't know
that Susan's first time might be painful for her.  To be honest, I wasn't
sure how painful it would be for her either.  She was 16 years old after
all.  She also no longer had her hymen.

   I moved around and zoomed in on their junction.  I did this not just to
make it clear on video that they were fucking but also to ensure there was
no blood.  Until her outburst, I guess I always associated the girl's pain
of loosing their virginity as that of the tearing of their hymen.  After
thinking about it, I realized that the pain probably came from more than
just that.  Her cunt was tight as shit for one thing.  Plus, I had to
wonder if there might not be something deeper inside hurting as well.  I
felt kind of stupid for not knowing more about these things.

   Whatever it was, Susan seemed to adjust pretty fast to it.  She still
looked like she was in a little pain but I noticed she gave up her death
grip on her brother's ass.  Danny slowly started speeding up again and it
wasn't long before he was rutting deep inside her again.  Only this time
Susan seemed to enjoy it.  She was still crying but I'm pretty sure that
was just due to the fact that she had officially lost her virginity.  It
had to be at least a little pleasurable for her because I even seen her
hump back up a few times.

   Poor Susan didn't get a cum out of her first fuck though.  Danny shot
his load up her twat in less than 2 minutes after he started humping.  She
still gave him a passionate kiss on the lips to let him know he had given
her at least some pleasure.

   After they calmed down I made Susan squat on the bed and drain her cunt
into the baby bottle.  She was a growing girl after all and needed lots of
protein in her diet.

   8.

   As I suspected, Danny was a regular fuck machine.  We had the two go at
it for 5 hours straight and Danny never failed to get it up.  Danny didn't
seem that put off by fucking a relative.  You could tell he felt guilty
about it, but it certainly didn't turn him off.  He would rut into his
sister till he came, cuddle with her for 5 to 10 minutes, and then he would
be hard and ready to go again.

   Susan was a completely different story.  Sure, she got sexually excited
while getting her hole plugged, but unlike her brother you could tell she
was fighting against the feeling.  You could tell that she felt incest was
the most horrible thing possible.

   This didn't surprise me.  A lot of people feel that way about incest I'm
sure.  Plus, she even risked running away from home to avoid it.  Naive or
not, it takes a lot of motivation to get someone her age to not only run
away from home but to drag her little brother along as well.  Even if she
didn't realize someone like me might capture her, she had to have known
there were serious dangers and huge obstacles to overcome.

   Susan was very conflicted and it was more than just the pleasure she was
feeling.  She also had to take her brother's feelings into consideration.
She had to know that her brother could be seriously wounded mentally if she
showed too much disgust at what they were doing.  Yet, she wasn't sure
acting as though she liked it was the right thing to do either.  So,
despite the tears, she did her best to just lie there and not show any
emotion at all.

   This plan worked okay until Danny started riding her for the 4th time.
It was at this point that Danny's fucks started lasting much longer than
just 5 to 10 minutes.  Boy did this put a major wrench in her strategy.

   You could tell the very instant that she realized she was going to loose
her battle.  First she started blushing in embarrassment and then she
started to involuntarily hump at her brother periodically.  It wasn't long
and she was even groaning.

   Poor Danny almost had a heart attack when Susan finally surrendered her
first climax.  She became a fucking animal as her climax washed over her.
She must have almost squeezed her brother's dick off the way she was
convulsing.  Her fingernails were not that long but what little she had dug
deep into the flesh of Danny's back.  One of them even drew blood.

   To add insult to injury, Linda put the baby bottle to Susan's lips right
when the girl was coming down from her orgasm.  Susan was so excited at the
time that she actually started eagerly sucking at the cum mixture in the
bottle.  A look of disgust crossed her face though as her climax finally
ended.  It was hard to tell if she was disgust more at cumming on her
brother's dick or from sucking on the bottle.

   It wasn't long and Danny was shooting his load up his sister again. 
Linda then took the baby bottle from Susan and did her best to collect
Danny's most recent deposit.  Surprisingly, Danny seemed to still be
shooting a decent size load.  Well, decent for a kid his age anyway.  It
hardly filled that much of the bottle though.  Maybe a half inch or so.

   Luckily, I had a nice load to add as well.  As Danny and Susan continued
to cuddle, I climbed up over Danny so my dick was between his ass cheeks. I
then pulled his butt plug out and started sliding my dick back and forth.
Danny kind of shivered as the bottom side of my dick slid across his
puckered asshole.

   Surprisingly, Danny managed to get hard again while I was doing this. 
Once hard he knew he had to start humping his sister again.  Goosebumps
rose all over his body as he fucked his sister while I slid around in his
ass crack.

   This was Danny's 5th round and I knew it would take him a long time to
cum.  Much too long for me to hold out.  So, I didn't bother to try.  I
just closed my eyes and shot my load all over his back.  Danny blushed
profusely as my cum splattered all over his back.

   Once I backed away Linda was right there collected it in Susan's bottle.
I had Linda then put the bottle in Susan's mouth again so she could nurse
on it.  I was amazed to see that sucking on the bottle seemed to actually
cause Susan to peak a lot faster this round.  Maybe she did have a natural
taste for cum.

   It was exciting to watch Susan cum, but after this 2nd time I got a
little bored.  Plus, Danny was now taking forever to climax.  I didn't want
them to stop for another 3 hours though, so I pulled Linda to the side and
gave her some instructions on how she could "help" Danny out a little.  I
then went into the TV room to relax a bit.

   Five minutes later I could hear Danny protesting.  I had told Linda to
use the strap on.  Danny didn't seem that hot on the idea of having his
sore ass fucked again by it.  He begged and cried a lot but I managed to
tune most of it out.  I did notice that fucking his ass with the strap on
did seem to get him to cum a lot faster.  Still, I think he only managed to
cum 4 more times before I decided to put them to bed for the night.

   For the fun of it, I decided to zip them together for the night.  There
were several specialized masks and pants among the many leather items I had
my uncles make for me.  These masks and pants were probably the hardest
things my uncles had created.

   The masks had a large hole for the mouth.  That hole was designed so
that it could be zipped shut or zipped to any of the other masks or pants.
And of course the pants had a hole at both the front and back that worked
the same way.  I had already owned something similar to these, however,
these were a lot more interchangeable.  The old stuff I had were very
limited in how they could be connected.

   I knew that Susan and Danny would quickly learn to fear these items
whenever they seen them.  They weren't painful but they could most
definitely be used in very humiliating ways.

   I decided to take it easy on them tonight though.  I had them each put
on a mask and pants.  I then zipped the masks together and the pants to
each other.  I then cuffed their hands around each other.  They basically
would stay in a lover's embrace the entire night.

   Once zipped, the masks held their mouths against each other very tight.
At first they would keep their mouths shut.  However, as they got tired
they would finally give in and let their mouths open in order to help
relieve some of the pressure.  They would then share each other's spit
until I unzipped them in the morning.

   Zipping their groins together was more symbolic than anything else.  We
made sure Danny was hard and deep in his sister's cunt before we zipped
them in.  However, I was sure that he would probably slip out once he
managed to get soft again.  There was actually a small hole in each groin
where a lipstick camera with night vision could be attached.  I didn't
bother tonight though.

   Danny must have decided to get one last fuck in for the night because
Linda and I went to sleep that night to the sweet sound of our two slaves
moaning into each other's mouths.

   Danny and Susan had a very rough night trying to sleep while zipped
together like they were.  Little did they know, their nights would become a
lot more rough in the days to come as I zipped them together in much more
"interesting" ways.

   I don't know why, but this morning I felt a lot more sadistic than
normal.  So, while Linda supervised their morning enemas I sat in the
living area trying to think of something sadistic I could do without going
overboard and completely warping their minds.

   For a few minutes I actually contemplated getting out the needles.  That
is how sadistic I was feeling.  However, the needles were the worst
punishment I ever allowed myself to administer to a slave.  Not only had
they not earned such a punishment but I was stuck with the problem of what
I would do with them in the weeks to come if I did something that severe
this early in the game.

   Not to mention, using the needles on them most likely would fuck their
heads up to the point of no return.  I knew Danny's mind would especially
get warped.  Hell, the kid peed himself just at the thought of getting his
ass whipped with a belt.  Can you imagine slowly pushing 6-inch needles
under his skin, through his penis, in his ass cheeks or through his nipples
and breast?  I wanted to break him, not turn him insane.

   For some reason though, I really wanted to focus on Danny.  I think it
was because I knew that once he broke Susan would quickly follow.  I also
knew that unlike Susan, it would be awhile before I could fuck him.  This
upset me.

   I was close to giving up when something suddenly came to mind.  It came
to me while I was preparing some milk for Susan using the doctor's special
recipe.  In addition to the powder and a dozen other drugs, the doctor had
sent me a few rather odd items.  Most were items I never planned to use.

   However, there was one I now felt might have a good use.  I went to the
bedroom and dug through my box of toys until I found the large medicine bag
at the bottom.  Yeah, that sick fuck actually sent everything in a medical
bag.  There was no physical need for the shit to be in that specific kind
of bag but I knew the doctor.  He sent the bag so that it could be used as
a visual means of fucking with slaves' minds.

   I opened it and pulled out a stethoscope, syringe, some medical tape and
one of the plastic bags that had the words "Silastic Nasogastric Feeding
Tube" written on it.  I had read the instructions on the bag before but I
sat down and read them again.  I not only wanted to make sure I was
familiar with the instructions but I also wanted to make sure I had the
stomach to follow through with what I had planned.

   I put everything down on the bed and walked over to the bathroom door. I
stood there and watched the morning enemas as I contemplated whether to go
through with my plan or not.

   Susan got her enema first every morning.  Susan now gave her own enemas.
Linda's job was just to make sure Susan used enough water.  Susan also gave
Danny his enemas.  Linda's job during this was a lot more vital.  She had
to make sure Susan didn't hurt Danny by accident.  In a week or so this
risk would be much lower.  Not only would Danny's body be a lot more
accustomed to it but Susan would be considerably more experienced.

   As I watched Susan drain the better part of a half-gallon into her
brother's guts, I made my decision.  It was the sight of his small belly
bloating out that did it for me.  It would be hot seeing that belly bloat
out like that via other means.

   The two slaves were under minimal bondage while getting their enemas, so
I made sure I hid the medical stuff before they exited the bathroom some 40
minutes later.  It wasn't until we got Susan secured to the floor and
gagged that I pulled back the covers on the bed to reveal the morning's
entertainment.

   Danny pissed down his leg right there and then when he seen the items.
I'm positive he had no idea what was going to happen, but you don't need to
know what something is to know you aren't going to like it.

   Danny was extremely hesitant to get up on the bed when I ordered him to
do so.  I had to grab the belt before he finally complied.  I thought about
giving him a good whipping but I didn't want to delay.  Besides, something
told me that the feeding tube would be bad enough punishment.

   I got him in a sitting position on the bed with his back against one of
the walls.  I then ran some rope from the eyebolt in the ceiling right
above him to pull his cuffed hands up and above his head.

   When I finally turned to ask Linda to assist me, I noticed she had not
moved an inch since I had pulled the covers back.  She looked both scared
and excited about what was going on.  This was something very new, which
was cause for both emotions.

   I had Linda get up on the bed and sit on Danny's legs to help hold him
still.  I then opened the feeding tub bag and pulled everything out.  I
didn't want Danny to know this was new for me, so I did my best to perform
everything without having to read the instructions again.

   First, I measured out the proper length of tubing that would be needed
for Danny.  I then lubricated it with some water.

   "Boy, are we going to have fun with you today," I said as I began to
push the tube up his right nostril.

   To say Danny wasn't happy about the tube going up his nose would be a
bit of an understatement.  He started struggling and begging like crazy. 
He got so bad that around the half way mark I had to stop for a minute to
let him calm down a little.  While I'm sure it was uncomfortable, I think
it was more the mental aspect that was bothering him.  I didn't blame him
one bit either.  Hell, just performing the procedure was giving me the
heebie-jeebies.

   Once I got the proper length inside him I reached over and grabbed the
syringe.  Just the sight of the syringe made Danny struggle more than when
I was pushing the tube up his nose.  Little did he know, but this part not
only was painless but meant possible serious injury to him if I didn't do
it.

   Apparently, when you push the tube down there is a chance it might go
into the lungs instead of the stomach.  The first indication that it might
be in the lungs is if Danny had trouble breathing or was turning blue.  He
didn't show these signs but it was hard to tell with all the struggling he
had been doing.

   The second way of ensuring it was in properly was to use the syringe to
inject air down the tube.  This is where the stethoscope also came into
play.  For a second I actually felt like a doctor as I put the stethoscope
on and placed it over Danny's stomach.  I then pressed the syringe and
listened.  The instructions said there would be a popping sound if the tube
was in his stomach like it was supposed to be.  And I will be damned if
they weren't right.  I heard this very distinct popping sound.

   Satisfied that it was properly in place, I used the medical tape to
secure the tube in place.  I spent the next 20 minutes searching around for
a means to actually feed him through the tube.  It came with a bag you
could fill and then connect to the tube but I wanted to be able to feed him
without having to constantly remove and replace the bag.

   At first I thought about using a funnel of sorts.  Instead, I decided on
an enema bag.  It wasn't the same type of enema bag we used on them in the
bathroom though.  This was more of a disposable type enema bag.  The reason
I selected this one was because it was made of clear plastic.

   I lowered Danny's hands and used the same rope leading from the eyebolt
to secure the enema bag so that it dangled a couple feet above Danny's
head. I recuffed Danny's hands behind him so he couldn't fuck with the tube
or anything.

   "You're getting the day off," I informed Danny.  "Your only job today is
to sit here and stay awake."

   Danny was only going into his 2nd week as a slave but even he knew there
was no such thing as a day off.  He was pale as he looked around nervously
and tried to figure out exactly what I might have planned.

   I thought about keeping him in suspense.  However, I then realized that
he would get a much stronger emotional reaction if he actually understood
exactly what the tube down his throat was for.  So, I went into the kitchen
and then came back with a small glass of water.  He looked on in fright as
I poured about 2 inches from the glass into the enema bag.

   "There it goes," I said with a smile as the water rushed down the tube.
"That should be enough for now.  We wouldn't want to get you too full yet.
There are a lot more interesting things we will be pouring in there later."

   Sure enough, Danny started crying like a baby once he realized what was
going to happen to him today.  He may not have known exactly what I planned
to pour into that bag but he was smart enough to know it wasn't going to be
just water.

   While Danny was contemplating his fate, I turned my attention to his
sister.  Susan looked even paler than her brother.  She was either scared I
might do the same thing to her that I had just done to her brother or she
was sickened by what she had just witnessed.

   "Does the mistress want to feed her slave some breakfast?" I said with a
laugh.

   "Yes, master," Susan quickly replied.

   It was a rhetorical question and I was surprised to get a response.  I
was even more surprised at the answer she gave.  I looked her in the face a
moment in order to try to figure out exactly why she might have given that
answer.  Was she selling out her brother in hopes of avoiding getting a
similar tube up her nose?  Or, was she starting to realize that I would get
what I wanted regardless of what she actually said?

   It is also possible that I had broken her a little bit.  I guess being
forced to fuck your own brother for hours on end and then being made to
stay in a sexual embrace with him all night can do that to you.

   I couldn't figure out what had caused the response, but regardless, it
was a good sign.  I reached down and unchained her from the floor.  I then
got her up on the bed with her brother.  Susan turned a tint of green as I
whispered instructions into her ear.

   I thought for sure she would put up a bit of a struggle.  However, she
just went right to work.  She crawled down between her brother's legs and
started licking at his dick.  Danny might have been in fright, but his dick
had a mind of it's own.  He was rock hard in a matter of seconds.  They
both blushed at this fact.

   Susan was doing a very bad job at sucking her brother's dick.  You would
think that a girl her age would at least have talked to other girls about
the proper way to suck dick or possibly practiced on bananas.

   Danny's dick seemed to be enjoying the effort, but I wanted Susan to
learn how to do it properly.  So, I walked over to Linda and clued her in
on what Susan's orders were.  I then told her to give Susan some pointers.

   Danny came in his sister's mouth though before Linda could even reach
the bed.  Susan kept her mouth on her brother's dick until she was sure he
was done.  She then slowly sat up and looked my way.  Her cheeks were
slightly bloated outward and she had this somewhat shocked look on her face
that said, "I can't believe I have a mouth full of my brother's cum." You
know the look I'm talking about.

   I gave her a nod of approval and she carefully stood up on the bed and
put her mouth over the opening in the top of the enema bag and parted her
lips.  Danny just looked on in horror as a large glob of spit and cum ran
from his sister's mouth and into the bag.  For an instant I got this weird
image of a mother bird feeding her young.  I don't know why but that turned
me on for some reason.

   Danny and Susan watched as the mixture quickly ran down the insides of
the bag and settled over the entrance to the tube below.  They were
transfixed as it then snaked its way down through the tube until it finally
all disappeared up Danny's nose.

   "Yummy," I said as I grabbed the stethoscope and placed it against
Danny's stomach.  "I think I can hear all those sperm swimming around in
there."

   Linda and I couldn't keep a straight face and started laughing.  Susan
and Danny didn't find my joke as funny.  In fact, they seemed to turn a bit
pale again.

   After I stopped laughing I told Susan she needed to feed her brother 3
more loads within the next hour or they both were going to be punished. 
Three climaxes in an hour was a tall order under these circumstances.  It
was my hope that it would give Susan extra motivation to improve her oral
skills.  I watched for a minute and then left the lovebirds alone with
Linda.

   I went to the living area and turned on my laptop.  I stared at the
screen for a long time before I finally got the nerve to start typing. 
There was some unfinished business in Kansas that had been bothering me
since long before I even left there.

   I just never had the balls to put everything into action.  To put it
bluntly, I needed to kill someone.  It was a line I never thought I could
cross.  It wasn't a matter of being scared I might get caught.  In fact,
I'm not so sure if I would even be convicted if I did get caught.  Many I
think would understand my reasoning for the murder.

   No, it wasn't jail time that I was scared of.  I just felt there were
some things a person just shouldn't do to another person regardless of the
reason.  Many times I had sat in front of a computer like I was now and
backed out.  However, this situation had to be resolved.

   It has been eating away at me for some time and now I even find it
interfering with my daily activities.  Today was a very good example. 
There was no way I should be treating Danny like I was.  He hadn't done
anything to deserve such a punishment.  Sure, his training wasn't coming
along as well as I had hoped, but this wasn't his fault, it was mine.  I've
been so distracted by this issue that Susan and Danny's training has become
very unfocused and rather sloppy.

   One little error in training like this might seem trivial to you but it
isn't.  In order to progress their training from this point on I would not
only have to follow through with this procedure but I would have to make
sure that future training is close too if not worse in degree.  If I didn't
then they would never break.  Hell, after something like this the rest of
their training would seem almost like a vacation.

   I just thank God that I hadn't decided on using the needles.  The
feeding tube plan was a big jump forward but the needles would have been
such a huge leap that I doubt I could have recovered their training.  After
using the needles on them, I would have pretty much had to just let them
loose.

   The plan for the murder was pretty simple and it didn't take me but 20
minutes to type up the email that was required to put it into motion. 
While it was a simple plan, it also had a high degree of danger. 
Especially considering whom I wanted to kill.

   I sat there staring at the typed message for another 15 minutes before I
finally took a deep breath and pressed send.  All I could do now is wait
and hope that Dr.  Kelly reacted to the message the way I hoped he would.

   9.

   It was several hours before I finally got a reply from Dr.  Kelly.  I
was pleased to see that he responded the way I had hoped.  Of course, it is
possible that he was just replying the way he knew I wanted him too and
that he planned to trick me.  This is where the danger came into play.  The
last thing you wanted was for Dr.  Kelly to take an interest in locking you
in his hidden dungeon.

   It would be weeks, if not months, before I decided to take the plan any
further.  So, I had plenty of time to think up contingency plans, etc.  I
was just happy the first step in the plan had apparently gone well.  Now I
could focus more on Susan and Danny.

   It wasn't like I just sat around all day though.  I actually got a nice
little workout installing a couple poles in the RV.  I'm sure you are aware
what a stripper pole is.  I basically installed two of those a few feet
from each other.

   It turned out to be a lot harder than I thought it would be.  I had only
ever seen stripper poles on TV and in the movies, but they looked simple
enough.  I guess they actually would have been if I were installing them in
a house that had wooden beams in the floors and ceiling.  The key word
being "wood".  Other than shelves and stuff, the RV was made out of about
everything but wood.

   I did a major hatchet job getting these poles into place.  In the end
they were pretty damn sturdy, but I was certain that drilling holes through
the ceiling and floor of the RV probably would have some kind of long term
consequences...  like water leaking in and shit.

   I was smart enough to use a sealant, but there was a good chance I would
have to remove the poles and put them back in many times over the next few
years.  Especially whenever I wanted to use the RV to help entice and then
trap new slaves.  A couple fucking stripper poles near the bed would
probably throw up some major red flags...  ha ha.

   Despite the crudeness of the work, I was still a little proud of the
finished product.  Danny and Susan didn't look too appreciative though.  I
guess it at least gave them something to watch.  A slave's life isn't
action 24/7.  Sure, I had them play a few games during that time but for
the most part it was just sitting around.  This in itself can be training
though.  You bore a slave enough and they will actually start to look
forward to their more action-based training.  Even if they know they are
going to ultimately end up hating whatever is done to them.

   I did take a 30-minute break in the middle of my little project.  I took
Susan into the TV area and had her jack me off while I watched some footage
of the previous nights activities between her and Danny.

   I don't know what embarrassed her more, the video or masturbating me. 
Believe it or not, I think it was masturbating me.  I had the baby bottle
sitting right next to us so she knew already where my load was going and
what would happen after that.  She was literally milking her breakfast out
of me.

   I watched Susan's eyes the entire time she was working on my dick.  I
could tell that the constant hunger was already starting to reshape her
mind.  Sure, there was lots of disgust there, but there was also this tiny
sparkle in her eye that showed that a part of her was actually eager for me
to cum so she would have something to eat.  Right now the disgust was a lot
higher, but in a few days the hunger would easily win out.  At that point
she would start to push most of the disgust aside and think of cum as just
another normal source of food.

   I wished I could do the same thing for Danny.  However, there just
wasn't enough cum to go around.  Not enough to keep them healthy anyway. 
That said, there were still ways to get Danny accustomed to the taste
without having to waste gallons of it on him.

   After cumming in the bottle I took Susan back to the bedroom and then
returned to the kitchen to fix her breakfast.  It was pretty much the same
exact mixture I had given her the prior day, only this time I used water
and powdered milk.  We still had a couple bottle's worth of regular milk
but I didn't want to use it yet.  The milk was already long past its
expiration date, but I wanted to wait until it was nice and ripe.  Then I
would use it in Susan's baby bottle.  It would show her that despite how
much she thinks she hates the taste of her special "baby formula" I could
always make it worse.

   I watched Susan nurse on her bottle for a few minutes before I finally
went back to work on the poles.  There was about an inch of the formula
left in the bottle when I finally finished my project.  I had Susan open
the bottle and pour the rest into Danny's feeding bag.  Danny just looked
on hopelessly as the contents of the bag quickly drained down his feeding
tube.

   It may surprise you, but there are dozens of uses for two stripper poles
placed just a few feet from each other.  You don't have to be MacGyver to
visualize what I'm talking about either.

   While all of these uses are rather exciting, my main use for these poles
was for stretching exercises.  Stretching their holes that is.

   First, I mounted a 1-foot bar to the base of each pole.  The 1-foot bar
basically stuck out from the pole at a 90-degree angle.  It was possible to
slide the bar up and down and tighten it in place at any height along the
stripper pole, but for today's use I kept the bar flat against the floor of
the RV.

   I then attached dildos to the end of those 1-foot bars so that the
dildos were pointing straight up.  These weren't your standard dildos
though.  These were designed for stretching cunts and assholes.  I called
them snowmen because that is basically how they were shaped.

   The head of each snowman was about 1-inch across.  The next round
"snowball" was 1.5 inches.  The one after that was 2 inches, then 2.5
inches, then 3 inches.  After the 3-inch ball there was a 5-inch one.  This
5-inch one wasn't really meant to be inserted.  It was more of a base to
give the slaves something to rest on if they managed to take the other 5
balls inside them.

   I had several different variations of these snowmen in my box of toys.
The ones I decided on for Susan and Danny were slightly smaller than others
I had.  They were also a lot more flexible.  I actually had one that was
made out of a polished wood.  When I seen it on Ebay I just couldn't help
but buy it.

   It had this metal strip going down the front and backside of it that was
designed to be connected to an electrical discharge device.  As the slave
settled down on it you could then send electrical shocks up their snatch or
asshole.  It was much too big though to be used on Susan or Danny.  In
fact, it was too big to use on a fully-grown adult unless they had already
gone through a lot of stretching.

   The snowmen I picked for Danny and Susan were made of this jelly-like
material.  It was perfect for someone just beginning their stretching. 
While the jelly material was flexible enough to alter its shape to squeeze
into the slaves, it was also strong enough that it would constantly push
outward on their holes in order to try to regain its natural form.

   Once I got the snowmen in place I had Susan hobble over and stand above
one of the snowmen with her back to the pole.  I then undid one of her
cuffs long enough to move her hands from in front of her to behind her.  I
then recuffed her hands around the pole.

   I had her get down on her knees.  I reshackled her ankles around the
pole much like her hands currently were; only I used a much longer chain so
that her asshole could still line up with the snowman.  Now came the fun
part.  First, I had her insert the snowman's 1-inch head up her asshole.  I
had just removed her butt plug so taking the 1-inch head was pretty
painless for her.

   After this I ran a piece of rope around her left leg at the knee area
and tied it off to an eyebolt in the floor.  I then did the same to her
right leg.  When I finished her knees were spread nice and wide.  I then
connected a rope to the cuff chain behind her back and ran it down and
secured it to an eyebolt at the base of the pole.  Once I tightened this,
Susan discovered that she was now unable to lift up off the snowman.

   After I finished this, I grabbed a couple mitts for her hands.  These
were basically fingerless gloves that forced her hands into fists.  This
would keep her from being able to grasp the bar behind her.  That said, she
could still help hold herself up by pulling her arms in and trapping the
pole between her back and her arms.

   I sat back and smiled as I took in my handy work.  I also was smiling at
the fact that Susan clearly didn't understand yet how bad of a situation
she was in.  Right now she was easily managing to use her arms and leg
muscles to stay up on the snowman.  However, I could already see her leg
muscles twitching a little from the strain.  It wouldn't be long before her
arms started feeling this way also...  especially once she started sweating
and the pole became much slicker.

   I thought about sparing Danny the pole for today since I was using the
feeding tube on him and had even said he was getting the day off.  However,
I just had to start stretching that ass of his.  Sparing him a day of
stretching would mean yet an additional day of waiting before I could get
my dick up him.

   So, I set him up on his snowman the same I did Susan.  It was especially
hard on Danny since he was shorter than his sister and the snowman wasn't.
As a result, when I was tying him down he took not only the 1-inch head of
the snowman up his ass but the 1.5-inch ball under it as well.  He was also
pressing pretty hard against the 2-inch one.

   I knew that soon they would probably start begging.  I didn't feel like
listening to it today so I fitted both of them with a ball gag.  Danny
still had the feeding tube up his nose so I decided to use a whiffle type
ball gag on him.  This would ensure he got plenty of oxygen.  It also would
ensure I could hear him a little better than Susan.

   Now that they were set up I decided to lay down for a bit and rest.  I
piled some pillows up at the head of the bed so that when I laid down I
could still easily see both of them kneeling on the floor.  I then had sis
get in bed with me and mount my dick.  Linda must have enjoyed watching me
with the slaves because her cunt was rather moist.  She still let out a
small grunt though as the head popped inside.

   Linda began to hump up and down on my dick but I put my hand on her ass
to let her know I wanted her to just sit still.  I used my other hand to
pull her upper body down against mine.  Linda almost mewed like a kitten as
she hugged her body down against mine.  Sis likes a nice hard fuck but she
seems to love intimacy more.

   My goal really wasn't intimacy though.  I just wanted the fuck to last a
very long time.  Sis didn't care what my reasons were though.  She just
liked holding me like that.  I didn't really realize how much she enjoyed
it until I felt her tears run across my chest.  I could tell these were not
tears of sadness though.  They were of joy.  Overall, sis had been a good
slave recently so I let her enjoy herself.  Every once in a while I would
hump up into her with my dick, but mostly we just staid still.

   We staid still like that for over 30 minutes before Danny and Susan's
moans finally started to get a lot more desperate.  I glanced over at them
expecting to see them begging me with their eyes.  However, they both had
their eyes tightly shut as their muscles strained to hold them up on the
snowmen.

   I started to slowly grind up into sis as I listened to their moans.  Sis
responded with sweet moans of her own as she placed her mouth over my right
nipple and started sucking at it.  The little slut knew this drove me
crazy. Her orgasm must have been within reach and she wanted me to start
pumping her hard.  I held myself back though.

   I was surprised to find that it was Danny's muscles that gave in first.
As fit as he was I expected him to hold out a lot longer than his sister. I
could tell that they gave out because the tone of his moans increased to
the equivalent of a yell behind the ball gag.

   It wasn't just one constant moan though.  There were actually 3 phases
to it.  The first phase was a sound of pain as the weight of his body
pressed his asshole harder against the next ball on the snowman.  This
lasted about 30 seconds.  It was then followed by what can only be
described as a very loud grunt as his body realized the only way to avoid
the pain was to dilate the asshole and let the ball inside.  This lasted
only 10 seconds or so.  It wasn't until this grunt turned back to the sound
of pain that I knew Danny now had the 2-inch ball up his ass and that the
jelly-like material was doing its best to push outward so it could regain
its shape.

   Slowly, this shout of pain diminished.  This was a sign that the jelly
ball was back to its normal size inside his asshole.  Of course, the moans
didn't stop completely.  He would continue to moan as he renewed his
efforts to stay above the next ball.  However, his muscles would give out a
ton faster this time.  I guessed he had maybe 5 minutes before most of his
weight was pressing his asshole down on the snowman again.

   There would be little 1 minute spurts where he would hold himself up
again with his arms and leg muscles but within 30 minutes from now all of
his weight would be pressing down on that next ball.  Then it would be just
his ass ring muscles holding him up.  Then that muscle would give up also
and that ball would squeeze up him also.  Then the whole process would
begin again.

   Without using special muscle relaxant drugs, this procedure was the
fastest method I have yet to find for stretching a slave's asshole.  It is
also the most dangerous.  You couldn't just put a slave on a snowman like
this and forget about them all day.  You had to stay close and listen
carefully to them.  There would be a point where their assholes simply
couldn't stretch any further without ripping.  The signal that this was
about to happen varied a little from slave to slave.  The easiest way for
me to tell was to just pay close attention while they took the balls you
knew they could take.  Then, if you seen or heard signals from the slave
that varied drastically from these previous ones then you knew something
bad was happening.

   I say "happening" because normally by the time you notice the difference
there is already some damage done.  If you notice quick enough then it's
normally not too much damage.  I didn't want to risk even this much damage
so after Danny calmed down a little I pushed sis off me and I got up and
put some wood blocks under him so he couldn't slide down any further.

   I wasn't as easy on Susan.  I waited until after she had the 2.5-inch
ball up her ass before I eased her suffering.

   "You know, I'm getting tired of having you piss all over the place," I
growled at Danny when I noticed a fresh pool of piss between his legs.  "I
think from now on I will piss in you every time you piss in my RV."

   Danny must have caught that I used the word "in" and not "on".  His cute
sweaty face turned upward so he could look at me for some kind of
clarification of exactly what I was talking about.  I didn't make him wait
long.

   I grabbed a large plastic bucket and placed it to his side.  I then
looked into his frightened little eyes.

   "If you have to throw up then try to get it all in the bucket," I said
with a smile.  "You might want to fight the urge to do so though.  So far
you have managed to avoid tasting all the stuff we have poured into you. 
That won't be the case if you throw up."

   Just the thought of it made Danny turn a pale green.  His eyes got
bigger when he seen me grab for his feeding bag.  I pressed the head of my
dick to the opening of the bag.  I then started pissing into the bag.  The
expression on Danny's face was priceless.

   I didn't want any of the fluids in his stomach to somehow backwash up
the tube so I had used a clothespin earlier to pinch it off.  I held the
bag of urine a few feet above Danny's head and then toyed with the
clothespin.  I stood there like that for over a minute flicking and
sometimes slightly squeezing at the clothespin.  I kept at it until the
fear in Danny's eyes began to subside.  This told me he now thought I was
just bluffing.  It was then that I finally removed the clothespin and the
urine started rushing down the tube.

   Danny just looked on in total disbelief as the bag of urine emptied into
his stomach.  I didn't pinch the tube off with the clothespin again until
the bag was completely empty.  I then stood back and watched for signs that
Danny was going to throw up.  It didn't take long for him to show signs. 
He turned green and you could actually see his bloated stomach full of piss
and cum rumbling and jiggling.  I grabbed the bucket and held it under his
face, but I will be damned if he didn't manage to keep it all down.

   It was a good 5 minutes before some of his color came back.  I left the
bucket near his side though just in case.

   Making a slave drink your piss is something a master has to do.  Until
Danny, however, I never really got any pleasure out of doing this.  There
was just something about the boy that made me enjoy feeding him my piss. 
It was hard to put a finger on it, but if I had to I think it would be
because he was so innocent.  You can say this of course about most kids but
it was especially true with Danny.  I guess I just envied him for that.

   "You aren't so innocent now," I mumbled to myself as I thought about
Danny's full stomach of piss and cum.

   I left both of them on their snowmen for another hour.  During that time
I gave Linda the hard fucking she had been begging for.  Sis of course
drained her cunt into the baby bottle.

   Susan and Danny were a worn out sweaty mess by the time I removed them
from the poles.  They were so out of it that I could have easily left all
their bondage off them for the rest of the day.  I decided against it.  It
may have been a small risk to leave them untied, but it was still an
unnecessary risk.

   Their butt plugs now easily fit up their assholes.  They barely even
grunted when I pushed the plugs in.

   I didn't want them smelling up the place so I gave them both a quick
shower.  I took Danny in first so I could remove the feeding tube right
away.  I also figured he might throw up now that he no longer had the huge
snowman distracting him.

   Danny was a hell of a trooper though.  I put him on his knees in front
of the toilet but he didn't use the opportunity to throw up.  It's not like
I wanted to watch him puke.  Far from it.  I just didn't want him to get
sick all over the bedroom.

   He gagged a bit when I pulled the feeding tube out by he held everything
down.  I was surprised that he didn't even give in when I decided to piss
in the toilet while he watched only inches away.  I teased him and stuff a
while also giving him in-depth descriptions of everything he had churning
around in his little belly.  When this didn't get him sick then I figured
it was safe.

   I washed him up good and then took him back into the bedroom and bolted
him to the floor.  He was dead asleep before I even got Susan to the
bathroom.  Susan didn't last much longer once I got her cleaned up and
bolted to the floor also.

   After they were taken care of, sis and I spent just over 5 hours in the
TV area.  Reading my accounts, you probably think it is just sex, sex and
more sex all the time in the RV.  Nothing could be further from the truth.
We spend considerably more time not having sex or playing sex games while
in the RV.  Well, sis and I do anyway.  If Susan and Danny were actually
awake then they probably would have been doing something for their
training...  even if it meant just being tied up, blindfolded and waiting.

   During these 5 hours, however, sis and I did close to the same things
most families would do.  We watched some TV and even played a video game I
had downloaded recently.  It was one of those online games.  The video game
actually turned out to be better than I thought.  Only one person could
play at a time though so sis would take the controls for 30 minutes and
then I would for 30.

   I will admit though that my main goal when I downloaded the game was
just to find a potential slave.  You hear so many stories about kids being
preyed on via the internet and I thought it would be cool to use that
method at least once.  I was pretty certain that my dad had never done that
before which peaked my interest even more.

   The nice thing about this game was that it had a built in voice chat
system.  You clicked a button and it allowed you to talk to others you were
playing with.  This made things a lot easier.  There wasn't a need for a
lot of the awkward questions like how old they were or if they were a girl
or a boy.  You just asked them to connect to the voice system and you could
make all of that out on your own.

   Not everyone we grouped with was willing to connect, but when they did I
made sure Linda did all of the talking.  Once they heard her sweet voice
there wasn't anything she could ask that they weren't willing to volunteer.
We quickly discovered there were a good number of adults that played the
game.  I would have never guessed that.

   Everyone seemed nice though.  Even the adult males that teased Linda
seemed harmless enough.  Some, however, still made sexual hints here and
there even after they knew Linda's age.  It wasn't anything vulgar and I
doubt they were even interested in trying to hook up with Linda.  I think
they were just getting their jollies listening to a little girl talk about
sex.  Of course, Linda played the naughty virgin.  You know, lots of close
calls but no penetration type stuff.

   At this point I had no real solid plans on how we were going to proceed
with acquiring someone via the game.  It was more data mining than anything
else.  I figured I would let sis play the game a little whenever she was a
good girl.  In time we would build up a good list of potential slaves.

   When it came down to it, making that list was the hard part.  Actually
tracking them down and getting them tied up in the RV was cake.  Linda was
my secret weapon in this regard.  She had the voice of an angel and I knew
there wasn't anything the males wouldn't do for her.  I was also pretty
certain she could get some of the girls to volunteer identification type
info as well.

   Today, however, sis and I mostly just had fun learning the game.  Sis
especially liked it.  I could already tell that she was going to be very
sad when the day came to actually abduct one of her online friends.  Once
that happened we couldn't dare play the game any more.  We of course could
always download a different game I guess for her to have fun on.

   This of course was a very long-term project.  I was in no rush to bring
it to its conclusion.  It was just something different to do.  And even
though I'm sure my father never used an online system to find a slave I did
see this as a first step toward learning how to properly research potential
slaves much like he always did.

   When I say, "learn" I'm not necessarily talking about the techniques. 
Most of that almost anyone can think of on their own.  What I'm talking
about is mainly just learning the patience needed to properly research. 
And also learning when to walk away when it is clear the person won't make
a good slave or the risk in taking them is too high.

   This last part is the important one for me to learn.  I think I realized
this most when I visited Diane and Tom on the farm.  Those two really had
their shit together.  They didn't just make snap decision and stuff like I
often did.  They thought everything out in advance and looked at it from
every angle.  Now that I think about it, I guess they are the closest
things to a role model that I have...  other than my father of course.

   Anyway, all things must come to an end so we finally logged off after
several hours.  Sis and I went into the bedroom and woke Susan and Danny
up. I was extremely upset when I found Danny lying in a big pool of piss.
At first I thought he had thrown up.  But then I realized that all of the
piss was near his lower body.  The little fucker had pissed the bed in his
sleep.

   Danny knew we were getting fed up with all his piss everywhere and
looked even more scared than I was peeved.  I just stood there with my
hands crossed and looked down at him while he cowered in his pool of piss.

   "What did I say would happen from now on when you pissed in the RV?" I
finally growled at him.

   It was a rhetorical question but that wasn't why Danny didn't respond.
It was obvious that he had forgotten our earlier discussion about him
pissing all over the place.  It didn't take him but a half a minute to
remember though.  His eyes got real big in horror and I will be damned if a
short squirt of piss didn't shoot out his dick and into the already large
puddle.

   I started laughing.  I just couldn't help myself.  Here he was facing
penalties for pissing on the floor and how does he respond?  He pisses on
the floor some more.  While I found it funny, that little squirt of piss
pretty much removed what little hope Danny had of possibly avoiding
punishment.

   Susan looked as frightened as Danny.  You would think that after a few
days of seeing my little tantrums she would get used to them.  However,
like most slaves, Susan just seemed to get more scared each time I got
upset.  This was a good sign.  It told me she knew I wasn't fucking around.

   While I was pleased with their reactions, I couldn't just leave it at
that.  I now had to follow through.  So, I unlocked the chain holding Danny
to the floor and started pulling him by his hair.  He hobbled behind me in
a panic to keep up as I led him to the bathroom.

   I pushed him into the shower stall once we squeezed into the tiny
bathroom together.  I could hear Susan begging in the other room as I
manhandled her brother.  After Danny was kneeling in the shower I turned to
head back into the bedroom to find out why Linda wasn't handling Susan. 
When I turned, however, I seen Linda standing in the bathroom doorway.

   Linda didn't know what was going to happen but you could tell from the
smile on her face that she knew it was going to be something good.  I was
about to yell at her to go handle Susan but then I decided against it.  It
would do Linda some good to watch this.  She had seen me do similar things
to our previous slave, Troy, but never someone as young as Danny.  This
would make it clear to her that it was my kindness and not her young age
that was saving her from fates similar to this.

   I turned back to Danny and knelt down next to him.

   "Here is how this is going to work," I told him.  "You are going to tilt
your head back and open your mouth wide.  I'm then going to piss all over
your face and body.  Your mouth is going to fill up during this.  I don't
want you to swallow right away though.  It is okay if it overflows, but
there will be hell to pay if I see you close your mouth or spit any of it
out.  Do you understand?"

   You could just tell that Danny was having one of those out of body
experiences right now.  His mind was having a hard time accepting what was
happening.  I knew the feeling all too well from my time in the cage. 
Everything seems to somehow be going real slow and real fast at the same
time.  I waited patiently for Danny's mind to catch up on reality.  After a
minute he finally nodded that he understood his instructions.

   While he did nod confirmation, I wasn't so sure his mind was all there
yet.  I was sure he would snap out of it though once I started pissing on
him.  I was about to start doing just that when I thought of a way of
improving this moment.

   "I don't think he is going to sit still," I said as I turned to face
Linda.  "Get in there and hold him in place just in case."

   Boy did that wipe the evil grin off Linda's face.  She quickly looked
away from me toward Susan in the other room.  Yeah, right bitch.  It's too
late now to be thinking about doing your duties with Susan.

   "Hurry up," I said with a hint of anger.

   Linda knew that tone all too well and her body started obeying before
she even managed to look back my direction.  She tried standing off to the
side of Danny but I made her get behind him and hunch down so she could
easily hold his head facing up with one hand while the other hand went
around his body to help keep him from getting up.

   Linda knew better than to cry too much in front of the slaves, but I
still seen some tears run down her face as she braced herself for her first
golden shower from me.  Everything considered, Linda composed herself
pretty well.  My guess is that she knew this day would come and had
prepared herself somewhat for it mentally.  Or, it is possible my
grandfather had introduced her to it already during our captivity.

   Pissing on a slave isn't as easy as it looks.  Especially when you do it
for the first time.  When you do it the first time you want to make it
last. You also don't want to freak them out any more than they already are.
So, you have to just let your piss out a little at a time.  It's a lot
harder than it sounds.

   With Danny I started out by just pissing a little between his legs.  I
didn't even let it land on him at first.  I just let it hit the hard
plastic floor of the shower and then splash up onto Danny's groin and
thighs.

   I then angled my dick so the stream ran up his right leg and then onto
his dick and balls.  I didn't want to waste all my piss on his lower body,
so I quickly ran the stream up his stomach, across his chest and then
finally to his neck.

   Both Danny and Linda flinched when the stream finally ran across Danny's
face.  Danny flinched because it was now going into his mouth.  Linda
flinched because now she was starting to get drenched by the piss.

   I was very proud of Danny.  He was shuddering in disgust and even
gagging as he tried to keep from being sick.  Yet, he managed to keep from
closing his mouth or spitting any of the piss out of his mouth.  I did
notice that he pissed himself a little, but he was going through enough
already and I decided to ignore it.  I was starting to worry though that
the poor kid might actually have some kind of medical urinary problem. 
Other than a smelly RV, I guess it really wasn't anything for me to worry
about.  Let his father deal with it once I let the two loose.

   While I'm sure Danny and Linda would disagree, my piss was much shorter
than I had hoped.  Still, I did get both of them pretty soaked and Danny a
mouth full of piss.  So, mission accomplished.  I shook my dick a couple
times to make sure the last drops landing on them.  Then, I just stood
there for a moment and admired their pretty little wet bodies.

   "Close your mouth and don't spill any of that piss," I told Danny. 
"Linda needs to shower herself off now.  But when she is done I'm going to
have you open your mouth again and it better still be full of my piss."

   Danny gagged a little more as he closed his mouth.  He managed to keep
his stomach under control though.  This may sound like a small feat to you
but it was a major accomplishment.  Especially for a slave as young as
Danny.  It isn't often that a slave impresses me big time, but Danny
certainly did today.

   Once Linda was washed off I had Danny open his mouth again.  Sure
enough, all the piss was still there.  Linda's shower had cleaned Danny up
also, so I had him push the piss out of his mouth so that it ran down the
sides of his face and across his body.  I then whispered into Linda's ear.

   Linda blushed but also gave me a smile as she went back into the shower
and angled one of her legs up above Danny's head and then braced it against
the back wall.  Danny was so used to sucking cunt that he immediately
started to bend forward so he could better reach Linda's pussy.  He shot
back though when a stream of piss suddenly shot out at him.

   Danny didn't have the luxury of Linda holding him in place this time and
it took everything he had not to try to escape the thick stream of piss.

   "Open!" I growled.

   He had stayed kneeling but had not opened his mouth.  I don't think it
was an act of defiance though.  He was just in so much shock that he had
forgotten.  He quickly opened it though once I told him.  Linda managed to
fill his mouth up again right before her stream tapered off.

   "Don't move an inch," I told Danny as I left the bathroom.

   I went into the bedroom, unlocked Susan and brought her to the bathroom
door.  There wasn't room in there for all of us so I waited for Linda to
wipe herself clean and then leave.  Susan turned green when she got her
first look at her soaked brother.  Danny just looked back at her with this,
"They pissed on me Susan!" expression on his face.

   As I walked Susan closer she got a good whiff of her brother and started
gagging.  She bent over the toilet and started dry heaving.  I couldn't
believe this girl.  Her brother had gone through all of this and hadn't
gotten sick, yet she did just by the look and smell.

   "You know what to do," I told Susan once she had finally composed
herself.

   She looked at me in shock for a moment but didn't argue.  She knew I
could make this situation much worse if I wanted too.  For example, I could
put her in Danny's place.  While I'm sure she would have been willing to
sacrifice herself for her brother, it was already too late to do so.  We
had already pissed on him.  One more stream of piss wasn't going to make
any difference now.  At least not enough of a difference to risk switching
places with him.

   "Make sure you get it on his face and in his mouth," I told her as she
got into position.

   When her stream started, I could tell Susan was contracting her muscles
the best she could to ensure only the minimal amount of piss came out.  I
came up behind her though and quickly yanked her butt plug out of her ass.
This caused her too loose control and a torrent of piss rained down on her
little brother.

   "Sorry," she mumbled between sobs as she finally gave up trying and just
let her bladder empty onto her brother's face.

   Well aware of the procedure now, once Susan's stream finished Danny
closed his mouth making sure not a drop spilled out.  He had a lot of fear
in his eyes though.  I think he expected me to order him to swallow the
piss down now that everyone had taken their turn with him.  Instead, I told
him to just stay kneeling like that until we told him otherwise.

   I took Susan back out into the bedroom and had her jack me off into her
baby bottle.  She didn't even flinch this time when I came back from the
kitchen with her fully prepared bottle.  She just opened her mouth and
started sucking on the nipple.  In fact, she seemed to add a bit of
enthusiasm to it.  She was finally starting to get the message that as bad
as things seem, they can always get worse.  So, enjoy the present while you
can.

   I was pleased with her new outlook and decided to reward her.  So, while
she sucked on the bottle I let her tease her kitty a little.  A few days
ago, forcing her to play with herself would have seemed like a horrible
punishment.  Now, however, it was a major reward.  You could tell she was
still humiliated and ashamed, but she also got pleasure from it.  Something
a slave isn't always allowed.

   She was just lucky I was such a nice master.  I loved to see my slaves
cumming.  That isn't the case with all masters.  I've read stories where
masters go as far as to cut their slave's clits off in order to prevent
them from enjoying themselves.  I thought they were nuts for doing things
like that.  To me there wasn't anything better in the world than seeing a
slave cum.  Especially if it was against their will.  But each to their own
I guess.

   Susan never came but I think she had gotten close.  Once she finished
the bottle I figured it was time to pay Danny another visit.  I was almost
knocked over by the stench as I opened the bathroom door.  Danny had been
kneeling there with a mouth full of piss for over an hour now and he was
looking a bit worn.  The kneeling slave pose he was in was anything but
comfortable.  Especially on a hard plastic surface.

   "Sit," I ordered.

   Danny let out a sigh of relief as he assumed the new position.  This
position was much more comfortable than the normal slave position.  In this
position he sat with one leg bent in front and one leg bent behind him.

   "Open," I ordered.

   Danny leaned his head back and opened his mouth.  Sure enough, the piss
was still there.  He looked pleased when I told him to push the piss out of
his mouth.  That pleasure quickly disappeared though when I grabbed my dick
and started pissing on him again.  Fresh tears ran down the sides of his
face as he obediently opened his mouth and let me fill it again.  I then
walked out of the bathroom and closed the door again.

   We left Danny in the shower like that for another three hours.  During
that time sis and I were guzzling water by the gallon.  We each made at
least 7 more trips to the bathroom before we finally decided Danny had had
enough.

   I showered Danny off real well.  Danny didn't even hesitate when I told
him to swallow down his mouth full of piss.  Danny didn't even gag as he
drank it down.  I waited a minute and when he didn't get sick I decided it
was time to give him his final exam for the day.

   "Swallow," I said as I put the end of my dick to his open lips and
started to piss.

   Danny frantically chugged my piss as it shot into his mouth.  I knew he
wouldn't be able to keep up so I made sure I pinched it off from time to
time.  In the days to come he would learn how to just open his throat and
let the piss run freely down and into his stomach.  For now chugging it
would suffice.  The gulping sounds were actually kind of cute coming from
him.

   Once I finished I stood back to get a good look at Danny.  His tiny
belly was nice and bloated out.  It wasn't so huge that it looked like it
would burst, but you certainly could tell he had a nice tummy full of piss.

   "Good boy," I praised him once he got his gagging under control and
settled down.

   The praise was well deserved.  I was very proud of him.  He was
essentially potty trained now.  That was a huge accomplishment for any
slave, let alone one as young and new as Danny.

   While Susan and Danny had gotten plenty of sleep that day, sis and I
hadn't.  So, we decided to turn the lights out and get some rest.  Before
doing so, however, I put the zipper mask back on Susan and the zipper pants
on Danny.  I then zipped them together so that Susan was forced to take
Danny's dick into her mouth.

   As I zipped them together I could tell Danny was already starting to get
hard.  They were zipped together for less than a minute before I heard
Susan choking on Danny's dick as it hardened further and pushed deep down
her throat.

   I waited and watched for several minutes to make sure she figured out
how to get enough air into her lungs.  Once I was convinced she wasn't
going to choke to death I turned out the lights and got in bed with sis. 
Before I fell asleep I heard Danny's breathing increase significantly.  I
was pretty sure that he had just unloaded in his sister's throat.

   10.

   Susan didn't look too happy when I finally unzipped them the next
morning.  I looked at Danny and noticed that his stomach was nice and flat
again.  However, I then noticed that Susan's stomach was bulged out a
little now.

   "Looks like we found a solution for Danny's little bed wetting problem,"
I said with a laugh.

   Danny looked down in shame and Susan blushed so hard that I thought the
blood was going to start seeping out of her pores.

   A part of me felt bad about introducing them to toilet training so soon.
It wasn't even something that really turned me on that much.  I just
figured I had screwed up their training so much already that the only hope
of recovering was to simply go hard-core with them.

   After their morning enemas, we all took turns feeding Danny our piss.  I
was amazed at how much he could hold down.  This time he did look like he
was about to burst.  So I put him next to the toilet and told him he could
throw it back up if he wanted.  I didn't stick around to watch though.  He
had so much piss in him that I knew he had no choice but to be sick.  Sure
enough, as I closed the door I could hear it splashing into the toilet.

   This day, and the next 5, were basically repeats of the prior one. 
About the only thing that differed was that we never used the feeding tube
again.  The basic routine was fucking first, stretching and then pissing
games.

   Danny pretty much broke by the end of that week.  Once that happened he
would do about anything any of us told him to.  He didn't even hesitate
when we had Susan order him to rim her asshole.

   He wasn't a complete zombie though.  He continued to show lots of
emotion.  He also continued to be humiliated by everything we did to him.
Especially when we turned him into our full time toilet slave.  We didn't
go as far as scat though.  But whenever one of us had to piss we would just
walk over to him or have him crawl to us and then piss down his throat. 
After awhile he could even take a load from each of us back to back without
getting sick.  It wasn't healthy for him though so we still normally made
him go to the bathroom and throw it back up.

   Surprisingly, Susan didn't break right after Danny did.  I thought for
sure that once she seen him willingly doing all these nasty things that she
would quickly break as well.  If anything, she seemed to hold on even
tighter to her sanity.  I don't know if it was because she wanted to
continue to look out for her brother or if she was just scared of becoming
like him.

   This was fine by me though.  Danny had broken much sooner than I had
hoped.  Having Susan hold out longer would make their training a lot more
fun.  You can still humiliate and embarrass a broken slave but it becomes a
lot harder to do so.  For the most part once they are broken your goal is
just to make sure they stay broken.  And the longer you keep them that way
the longer it is most likely to hold once you release them.  You are also
focused more on training them how to do things than you are trying to break
them further.

   Now that Danny was broken, each day in the RV would seem more like
school to him than anything else.  Sure, the things we taught him were the
same exact things that could be used to break someone else.  However, since
he was already broken his mind no longer looked at these tasks in the same
way.  While they still filled him with humiliation, his mind looked at this
training more as just things to be learned than anything else.

   To break Danny a lot more than he already was would have required some
very hard-core training.  Danny's mind was already beyond the point of ever
making a full recovery.  However, if I were to take him to the next level
then he would probably not be able to ever recover to any degree.  His
father would be forced to take him to professionals for help or decide to
just lock the boy in the basement for the rest of his life.

   In his current state, however, Danny would be able to easily pass as
normal in most real life situations.  This would especially be true once I
released him and he had a month or two to recoup.  I would ensure that his
father and sister didn't let him get too relaxed, but it would still be a
lot more relaxed than being in the RV with me.

   All of that said, I think I did push Danny a hair deeper when we were
half way through their third week of training.

   "Get over here boy," I ordered.

   Through my discussions with the two I discovered that Danny's father
almost always called him "boy".  I guess it makes a little sense since
Danny's father shared the same name as him.  I would feel kind of odd
calling someone "Robert" all the time.  I hoped that by often calling Danny
this that it would make his transition from my leadership to his father's a
bit easier for him.

   I think the little squirt knew what I was doing too.  I could already
tell that his dick would get semi hard whenever I called him by that name.
I think he was having tiny fantasies about serving his father much like he
now served me.  It could have been just my imagination though.  If he
wasn't having these fantasies then for his own sake he should start
considering it.  He didn't know it yet, but his father was going to take
over whether the boy liked the idea or not.

   Danny was on the floor in the bedroom at the time, but he wasn't bolted
to the floor.  Other than late at night, there really wasn't a need to keep
him in that much bondage anymore.  We still kept him shackled but even this
wasn't all that necessary.  Danny had given up hope of escape long ago.  We
mainly did it so that Susan wouldn't get any bad ideas about pretending to
be broken herself in order to form a better means of escape.

   When he heard me call for him he got to his hands and knees and quickly
crawled to the living room where I was sitting.  He assumed his kneeling
slave pose and waited for his orders.

   I just scooted to the edge of my seat and let my dick dangle down
between my legs in front of him.  He knew what was expected of him and
shuffled forward so he was close enough to capture the head of my dick with
his mouth.  He then sucked hard on it until he was certain he had the
entire head of my dick inside his mouth.

   Fantasies about his father or not, Danny was clearly not homosexual. 
I'm not sure he was even bi at this point.  You could tell by the
humiliation and shame in his face as he held the head of my dick in his
mouth.  It took a lot to make a broken slave blush like he now was.

   Danny knew I was going to piss in his mouth.  For one, I wasn't fully
hard.  And second, we had already gone down that road.  For days I tried to
get my dick down his throat but it just wasn't happening.  I hadn't tried
for several days now and I think Danny knew I had given up on the idea. 
Danny's complete inability to take my dick down his throat made me wonder
how Linda could manage to do it.  I guess she must be a natural.

   Danny let out an involuntary moan when he felt my piss shoot out the end
of my dick.  The piss had no choice but to shot straight down his throat
and into his stomach.  There just wasn't any room in Danny's mouth for the
piss to loiter around.

   When it came to pissing in Danny's mouth I no longer tried to control
the pressure of the stream.  This was now Danny's job.  He was allowed to
squeeze the stem of my dick in order to slow the flow down.  However, he
knew that the more he slowed that flow down the less comfortable it became
for me.  This time he did an outstanding job and barely had to squeeze my
dick at all.

   Danny staid in position long after I finished.  He also even remembered
to milk the last few teaspoons of piss out of my dick.

   He looked up at me almost gleefully as I finally reached down and
stroked his head.  He had made his master happy and I knew this gave
Danny's broken mind a strange sense of pride.

   Danny did get a little worried though when my dick started getting hard
in his mouth.  My dick getting hard like this was very common, but he had
no way of knowing for sure that I might not try to fuck his throat again.
Once hard, Danny began to massage my dick with one hand while he continued
to suck on the tip.  His other hand went down to his own cock in order to
get it hard.  A slave should always be sexually excited when they are
servicing their master's cock or pussy.  This was a rule that Danny now
took much more seriously than in prior weeks.

   Danny blushed a deeper red when he reached his cock and discovered that
it was already fully erect.  I just smiled down at him and gave him a few
more affectionate strokes on his head.  These strokes didn't seem to please
him as much as the first ones had.  I think he was either shocked or upset
with his body for obeying this rule on it's own.  It was one thing to
become a slave and loose control over your life and yet a completely
different thing when you realized you were loosing control over your own
body.

   You would be surprised, but I think that if Danny were given a choice he
would prefer drinking piss over cum.  Of course, he had plenty of practice
drinking piss and very little drinking cum.  But I don't think he would
pick piss because of that.  I think he would because drinking cum meant he
was having sex with a guy.  In time he would realize that piss and cum are
interchangeable in this respect.  But right now that was not the case.

   At this moment, however, he didn't have to worry about doing either.  I
had something better in mind for my load.

   "Slut," I commanded.

   For many days now, Danny had not paused for an instant when given an
order.  He did when he heard this one though.  This was a slave pose
command that couldn't have possibly been named better.  When given this
command, a slave is supposed to turn their back to their master/mistress
get on their knees with their legs spread, put their head to the floor,
then reach back and pull their ass cheeks open.

   This pose wasn't new to Danny.  However, it was the first time I had
stopped him from jacking me off in order to get into the pose.  He didn't
need a super computer to figure out what I had planned.  He glanced up at
me with those puppy dog eyes of his.

   "What did I do wrong?  I thought I was being a good slave."

   He didn't say it out loud but I could read it in his eyes.  Broken or
not, this just showed how much Danny still had left to learn.

   His delay in obeying was only about 5 seconds but he would get punished
for it later.  A delay like this was acceptable by an unbroken slave like
Susan but not by a broken one like Danny.

   Danny looked so inviting once he finally got into position and had his
ass cheeks spread.  I reached down and played with is butt plug a little.
He was all the way up to the 2.5-inch plug now.  While riding the snowman,
however, he could get the 3-inch ball up his ass.  So the plug was hardly
as super tight a fit for him.  His asshole still puckered out nice though
whenever I would pull out on the plug a little.

   Danny let out a grunt when I finally decided to pull the plug all the
way out of his ass.  I brought the plug to his right hand and he quickly
snatched it and then let go of his cheek in order to bring the plug around
and to his head.  He raised up for a minute on the one elbow so he could
properly lick the plug clean.  He then carefully put the plug on the floor
so it wouldn't fall over and then returned his hand to his ass again.

   "Good boy," I said as I slowly pushed my finger up his asshole.

   The feel of his ass on my finger was incredible.  It felt so tight and
warm.  You would have never guessed that he was capable of taking a 3-inch
wide object in that little hole.  You also would never guess that he was
capable of taking a thin 8-inch strap on cock all the way in his ass
either. Now the question was whether he could take an 8-inch plus long, and
almost 3-inch wide object up there.

   "Oh!" Danny let out when I put my dick to his entrance and started to
push.

   I expected him to start begging for mercy, but he kept his mouth closed.
I could tell he was in a lot of pain though as I added more pressure.  My
dick wasn't quite as round as the 3-inch snowman ball but I was trying to
push it in a lot faster than he was used too.  Plus, just because he could
get the 3-inch snowman ball up his ass didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell
when he did so.

   He often sat over the snowman for over an hour before he could get the
3-incher in him.  Watching him take that ball up his ass was amazing.  The
ball would very slowly push into his asshole.  Well, slowly until his ass
ring was almost at the widest part of the ball.

   Sensing he was almost there Danny would force his asshole to dilate even
further.  He would let out a loud scream behind his gag as the ball finally
shot up and into his asshole.  This was almost always followed by a stream
of piss and muscle convulsions throughout his body.  Sometimes these
convulsions would become so extreme that he would actually push the ball
back out.  He would only sit on the ball for another minute though before
you would hear him scream as it sunk back up his asshole again.

   Not only was I going much faster than that but he also had to deal with
the mental aspect of it.  It was no longer an inanimate object being
pressed against his asshole.  It was a dick.  This alone was a huge mental
obstacle to overcome for a heterosexual like Danny.

   "OH!" Danny let out again when the head of my dick finally popped into
his asshole.

   I had been waiting on this moment for weeks now and the feel of his
asshole finally hugging the end of my dick almost made me cum right there
and then.

   I knew I couldn't give him too hard of a fuck this first time.  But I
wanted to at least see how deep I could get inside him.  Very slowly I
started pushing forward.  Danny moaned a little but didn't give much of a
protest until I reached about the 6-inch mark.

   I tried getting a 7th inch up him but Danny began to run away from my
dick by inching forward.  A fully trained slave would get seriously
punished for inching forward like that.  Danny only got one hard slap on
the ass for it.  I could tell he was trying his best to hold still so I
didn't see a need to punish him further.

   The most I could get up him without causing great discomfort seemed to
be around 6.5 inches.  That was just over half my dick.  It was pretty
impressive for a first try.  Especially with someone as small as him. 
Though, I knew that with enough training he would be able to take much
more. Sis was a hair smaller than Danny and could take almost all my dick.
I only planned to keep him for another month or two though.  In that time I
would be lucky to stretch him out to 8 inches.

   That of course was 8 inches with a cock my size.  Like I said earlier,
he was already taking much thinner dildos that deep.  Those thinner dildos,
however, are jelly like and easily bend this way and that in order to fit
up into his guts.  My dick did flex that much.

   While taking 8 inches of my dick wasn't an official goal, he did have a
similar one.  There was a much harder dildo we planned to get up Danny's
ass before we released him.  It was 8.5 inches long and 2 inches thick.  It
was a replica of Danny's father's dick.  Or at least according to the
descriptions Susan had provided.

   Personally, I think she was exaggerating a little bit when she described
her dad's dick.  I doubted that it was actually that huge.  More likely it
was only 7.5 inches long and 1.5 inches thick.  Still, I felt it was better
safe than sorry so we used the larger proportions.

   We nicknamed the dildo "Daddy".  Whenever Susan used the dildo on her
brother she made her little brother call her Daddy.

   "Fuck my ass Daddy."

   "Push more inside me Daddy."

   She would make him say shit like that.  Though, I'm pretty sure Linda
probably provided most of the dialog.  It was a little weird hearing Danny
call his sister Daddy.  But I figured he might as well get used to using
phrases like that now.  I was pretty sure that Danny's father would take
over where I left off once I released the siblings.

   This was why it was important that Danny be able to handle the "Daddy"
dildo.  I doubted that his father had much experience fucking preteens. 
Once he got his dick in his son's ass he would probably just start pounding
away.  If I didn't train Danny's ass properly he would probably end up in
the hospital.

   He might hate me now but once he gets home and his dad starts hammering
into him, Danny will probably think of me as his hero or something.  Life
as his dad's fuck toy will be 100 times easier thanks to my training.  See,
I'm capable of good deeds.

   The only difference between my good deeds and other people's is that I
always make sure I get something out of it also.  In this case it was the
pleasure of getting to stick my dick up Danny's asshole.

   Danny let out a long sigh of relief when I stopped pushing at his guts
and slowly slid my dick outward.  His big sister has porked his ass enough
times for Danny to know that his ordeal was far from over.  Still, the
short reprieve from pain was a very welcomed gift.

   "Oh," Danny said as the head of my dick popped out of his asshole.

   Danny's asshole gaped open for about 5 seconds before it tightened back
up.  Danny was breathing hard as his body tried to recover from my first
insertion.  Each deep breath made his ass ring pulse slightly.  It was very
nice to watch but I didn't want him to get too comfortable.

   "OH!" Danny said much louder this time as I placed the head of my dick
against his asshole and brutally forced it inside.

   He followed this with a much longer "Ohhhhh" as I kept pushing and
sinking up his asshole until I was about 6 inches deep again.  I then slid
all the way out of his ass again.  Danny was now sweating and panting like
he just ran a 4-minute mile.

   I didn't give him any time to recover though.  I pushed back into his
asshole before it even had time to fully tighten back up.  I then punched
right back up into his guts again.  Then I slid all the way out again.  I
went in and out like this over and over.  By the 10th insertion I could
already feel is ass muscles giving in.

   By the 20th time his ass ring didn't even bother to contract hardly at
all.  I would pull out and he would just gape open.  At first it was just a
gape about the size of a dime.  Then a nickel.  Then a quarter.  This was
about as big as the gape got though.  I was certain though that the gape
would become much bigger in the weeks to come.

   Danny was a slobbering mess by the time I got to about the 30th
insertion.  His hands had long since dropped to the floor in exhaustion. 
He would be punished for this but considering the reason for his
disobedience, I would make sure that it was minor.

   He used what little strength he had in his hands to help keep himself
from collapsing flat on the floor.  I was pretty proud of the way he fought
to keep his ass high in the air for me.  Most slaves would have just
dropped by now.

   I'm pretty sure that Danny could only handle maybe 5 more insertions
before he dropped also.  Lucky for him, I didn't last that long.  I grabbed
his hips in my hands and pushed in one last time and held myself deep
inside him.

   "Oh," Danny said in a whisper as he felt my cum shoot up into his guts.

   As I came, it took all my willpower not to just drive my dick all the
way up inside him.  After I finished I slowly pulled my dick out of him.  I
watched as his asshole gaped open for a minute and then slowly started to
tighten up again.

   A part of me actually hoped Danny would collapse.  It would give me
reason to take a belt to him.  Nothing would have been more memorable for
Danny than a nice whipping just seconds after getting his first real ass
fuck.  Danny apparently didn't care to make the moment any more memorable
because he held steady.

   I finally gave up hope of him collapsing and reached down and gave him a
nudge on his side.  It was only a small nudge but it was enough to overcome
what little strength he had.  He just collapsed over onto his side.  He
tried for a moment to get back up, but his body just wouldn't listen. 
Finally he just gave up and lay there.  I guess I could have whipped him
for his inability to obey, but it just didn't seem fair.  So, I let him lie
there and rest.

   "Mmm," I heard Susan moan from right behind me.

   I quickly turned to find that Danny and I had an audience.  Susan was
kneeling in her slave pose with Linda kneeling right behind her.  It took
me a second to see why Susan was moaning.  Linda had a hand snaked down
below Susan from the rear and was fingering the girl's cunt.  As she
fingered her I could tell that Linda was whispering into Susan's ear, but I
couldn't make any of it out.

   It must have been something pretty nasty though because Susan was really
juicing up.  Not that it ever seemed to take much to get the slut wet.

   When Linda noticed I was watching she looked up at me and used her free
hand to motion for me to move aside.  When I did she used that free hand to
grab hold of Susan's hair.  She then whispered something into Susan's ear
again.

   Susan's eyes got huge and she started to struggle a little.  It wasn't
an all out struggle though.  Had that been the case then I'm sure she could
have escaped Linda easily.  This was more of a very minor struggle to relay
her objection to whatever Linda had said.

   I looked on in near shock as Linda used the hand full of hair to guide
Susan toward her brother.  She brought Susan's face right to her brother's
ass and then kept on pushing.  Susan let out a gagging noise as her lips
finally slid between her brother's ass cheeks and pressed against his
rosebud.

   "Do it!" Linda growled.

   A second later I heard wet slurping noises as Susan began to suck my cum
out her brother's asshole.  Every so often Susan would start gagging.  She
would stop sucking for a moment in order to get her stomach under control.
Then she would dive right back in.

   While this was going on, Linda continued to play with the girl's pussy.
After a minute, I was surprised to see that Susan's hips actually started
to involuntarily hump back at Linda's fingers.

   I watched like this for almost 2 minutes before I realized I was still
kneeling there with a semi hard dick that hadn't been cleaned yet.  I was
about to have Linda clean it for me when Danny made the fatal mistake of
moaning from the sensation of his sister feasted on his asshole.

   Danny looked up at me when I knelt down next to his head.  He knew what
I wanted and used one of his weak hands to prop himself up far enough to
reach my dick with his mouth.  He then started sucking and licking at my
dick.  He was so out of it that he had a quarter of my dick cleaned off
before it dawned on him where that dick had just been.

   When he realized he was licking not just my cum but his own ass off my
dick, Danny pulled his face away.  This is where the difference between a
somewhat broken slave and an unbroken slave came into play.  An unbroken
slave would have held out until I took the belt to them before they started
licking again.  Danny, however, only had to think about the possible
punishment before he quickly returned his mouth and tongue to my messy
dick.

   Danny's position was pretty low and I was getting tired of kneeling way
down in order for him to reach my dick.  So, I pulled him away from me and
then lifted him up until he was in his kneeling slave pose.  I then went to
Susan and got her to lay on her back with her head just behind her
brother's asshole.  Both Danny and Susan flushed red in humiliation when it
dawned on them what I had planned.

   Susan actually looked like she was going to protest verbally.  I didn't
give her the chance though.  I lifted Danny up off his knees and then
pushed him down so that he was squatting with his asshole right above his
sister's mouth.

   Danny's muscles were quickly recovering from his earlier ordeal, but he
still could only hold himself up for about 30 seconds.  Finally he had no
choice but to sit down on his sister's face with his asshole pressed
against her lips.

   Linda went right back to playing with Susan's cunt and it wasn't long
and Susan was moaning into her brother's asshole.  I gave Susan's right tit
a hard slap.  She got the hint and opened her mouth and started sucking and
licking again.

   I then walked back in front of Danny and had him continue to lick my
dick clean.  This new position made it a lot more comfortable for me.  It
also allowed Danny to easily get to all the previously hard to reach
places. As he cleaned my dick I glanced over his shoulder and could see his
sister frequently swallowing.  Apparently, this new position also helped
gravity feed Susan my load.

   We continued like this for almost 5 minutes in hopes that Susan might
actually cum while rimming her brother's asshole.  I think she got close
but it never happened.  Her climaxes were pretty vicious so I'm pretty sure
she didn't manage to ninja one past us.

   When I finally pulled Danny off her, I could tell by the look in her
face that we had managed to take Susan down a notch or two.  She wasn't
broken yet, but I could tell she was pretty close.

   They both needed some rest, so I decided to zip them together for a
while.  This is where a master's prior experiences come into play.  I think
most masters would have seen Susan close to breaking and zipped them
together so that her face was forced against Danny's asshole.  I did the
opposite.  I zipped them together so Danny was the one with his face deep
in Susan's ass crack.

   I knew from when I trained Sandra and her sister that this reverse role
could have an equal if not more devastating impact on Susan's mind. 
Switching Susan's role from mistress to slave was a lot like someone
playing on a cheap playground swing.  Each time she was forced to swing in
the direction of being a slave, her mind would gladly lurch the other
direction when given the opportunity to take on her mistress role.

   Sucking my cum out of her brother's asshole had been a huge push in the
slave direction.  It was my hope that when she lurched back the other
direction it would be enough to actually snap the swing's ropes.  Not the
best analogy, but you get the idea.

   After I got them zipped together, I let them lay on their sides.  I knew
this would make it harder for Danny to stay awake.  He was so exhausted
that I knew he would doze off in no time despite having his mouth against
his sister's asshole.

   Susan gave me an odd look when I handed her the belt.

   "Keep him rimming your asshole for the next two hours and I will let you
eat some solid food tomorrow," I informed her.

   She knew it would probably just be dog biscuits but it was still a major
reward for her.  Her cum and milk diet was enough to keep her alive, but
she was constantly starving.  Just a week ago the dog biscuits seemed
disgusting to her.  Now, however, the thought of being allowed to eat them
made her mouth water.  Anything to help fill that constant empty feeling in
her stomach.

   "Lick!" Susan growled as she swung the belt over her side so that it
would land on her brother's back below her.

   "Good boy," Susan purred a second later.  "That's it, eat Daddy's
asshole."

   The "Daddy" role-playing wasn't really needed in this situation, but I
figured it wouldn't do any harm.  In fact, the extra volunteer role-playing
gave me hope that once I released them she might actually help her father
abuse Danny.

   As I thought about this, I glanced toward the kitchen where Linda was
now sitting and preparing to eat some soup she had heated up for us.  I
smiled when I seen Linda bow her head and mumble a short prayer.  She did
this every time she ate.

   As I watched her say her little prayer, I couldn't help but wonder if I
wasn't helping Danny and Susan become the perfect Christians.  I wasn't
into all that religious mumbo jumbo, but I'm pretty sure there was
something in the Bible about honoring thy father.  When I was done with
these two and sent them back home, they most definitely will be honoring
their father.

   I'm sure there was probably also something in the bible about fathers
not fucking their own kids.  However, just because their father was a bad
Christian didn't mean they should be also.

   I know it's time to take a break away from my slaves whenever sick shit
like this starts to pop into my head.  So, I joined sis in the kitchen area
and ate my soup.  For the next two hours sis and I played the online game
while we listened to Susan in the background whipping and humiliating her
little brother.

   11.

   The next five days included a lot of me fucking Danny's ass and Susan
sucking it clean.  Part of this was because I could tell it was having a
huge impact on Susan.  However, the biggest reason was because I just
couldn't get enough of Danny's ass.  It was just heaven every time I got up
inside him.  His muscles would always shudder and vibrate as though their
only purpose in this universe was to massage my dick.

   By the end of the 5th day, however, it was pretty clear that Susan was
broken.  She broke in a very odd way though.  To put it bluntly, she became
a slut.  I was experienced enough to know that each slave breaks slightly
different.  While it is always slightly different, overall most just become
very submissive and just learn to live with the things they are made to do.
While Susan also became submissive, she seemed to almost embrace the things
she was being made to do.  Once she broke she seemed to truly be getting
off on the nasty things.

   While there is no way to know for sure, I think her breaking this way
might have had something to do with how intense her orgasms seemed to be.
It's just a guess of course.  However, if my orgasms were even half as
intense as hers seemed to be then I probably would also gladly perform
things that disgust me in order to get off.

   There didn't seem to be anything we could do to Susan that wouldn't get
the slut off.  One time during that week she not only came while sucking on
her brother's asshole but managed to do so without anyone even touching
her. Watching her cum by no other means than her mouth sucking cum from her
brother's asshole...  it was probably the sluttiest thing I have ever seen.
And trust me, I've seen some slutty things.

   Cumming like this was more the exception than the rule for Susan though.
While she always got wet, she seldom ever came unless her cunt was being
played with in some manner.

   She wasn't a slut 24/7 either.  She seemed perfectly normal most of the
time.  She would even look disappointed when you told her to do something
sexual.  However, she would juice up big time and start to act slutty just
minutes into the act.  Sometimes you could even tell her in advance what
you planned to do with her and she would start to juice up.

   Susan breaking like this was exciting in a way, but also a little
disappointing.  Don't get me wrong, I was happy that she finally broke. 
But her enjoying herself so much took all the fun out of it.  Plus, she
seemed to be more of a slave to her orgasms than she did to me.  In a weird
kind of way I guess I was jealous.  Who knows, maybe this is why she broke
this way.  She hated me so much that it was the only way her mind could
strike back at me.

   Luckily, Danny didn't disappoint me in this manner.  Like most broken
slaves, he became much more pliable, but also continued to dislike
everything you made him do.  Even his climaxes continued to cause him great
mental pain.  He would even cry when Linda would make him cum.  And boy was
he entertaining when you made him cum while my dick was up his ass.

   To him, the thought of climaxing while a dick was up his ass seemed to
be the worst thing in the world.  I'm not joking.  He hated this even more
than drinking my cum.  Of course, he got to do plenty of that also.

   I tried making Susan drink my piss but she actually climaxed while she
did it.  That ruined it for me.  I'm not really that much into water
sports. The closest thing to enjoyment that I get out of it is the
humiliation the slaves feel.  While I'm sure Susan got humiliation out of
it just like any other slave, she also got a twisted pleasure out of it
also.

   I think Danny actually envied his sister.  At the same time, I could
tell he was upset with her also.  He wasn't just upset because she now took
her role as his mistress much more seriously and with greater pleasure.  He
was upset because she had found a way of escaping this living hell and had
taken it; leaving him behind to fend for himself.

   As the days continued to tick by, I would sometimes see Danny try to
emulate his sister.  Sometimes he would try to act joyful about what we
were doing to him.  He didn't pull it off very well though.  It is possible
he actually wanted to become like his sister.  But more likely he just
wanted to be treated like her.

   Ever since she broke, sis and I had stopped trying to humiliate her. 
There just wasn't any point to it.  Sure, we continued her stretching
exercises and made her do nasty things but we didn't go out of our way like
we did with Danny.  He was just, well, more fun.  Plus, there was still a
chance we could push him even further into submission without causing any
permanent mental damage.

   Even when he would manage to pull off an almost convincing emulation of
his sister, you would still catch him crying minutes later when he thought
we weren't paying attention to him anymore.

   This went on for only a few days before he gave up trying and went back
to his normal crybaby self.

   To be honest, I don't know which of the two siblings were better off. 
Susan certainly was better off right now.  However, something told me that
even if she got professional help Susan would never return to her old self
again.  She would be able to fake normal when she had too, but deep down
she would always be the slut that I turned her into.

   Danny, on the other hand, would have a really good chance of returning
to "normal" once I released him.  That normality of course would come with
a price.  He would always have both sleeping and awake nightmares of his
time with me.  Unlike his sister who would just get aroused whenever she
reflected back on her time in the RV.

   It was a very interesting question that I spent many days thinking
about. Had the two been unrelated and didn't even know each other then I
would say that Danny was way better off than Susan.  He would eventually
recover somewhat.  However, Susan...  the real Susan, would never leave the
RV.  That part of Susan would probably never be free.

   However, they did know each other and they were related.  And
considering their age this meant they would most likely be living together
for many years.  This being the case, Slutty Susan would undoubtedly
continue Danny's slave training long after we released both of them.  In a
way she could end up become very much like Sandra in this regard.  Only
Sandra enjoyed humiliating her sister much more than being humiliated
herself...unlike Susan who appeared to enjoy both.  And even if Susan
didn't continue Danny's training her father most likely would.

   It would be years before Danny's mind would have a chance to even think
about recovering.  Who knows, if Danny's father has or gets a taste for boy
ass then Danny could end up living at home long after he turns 18.  I'm
sure that eventually something would happen that would free him long enough
to recover.  But by then half, if not most of his life, would already be
over.

   How would it actually all work out?  Only time would tell.  For now, I
just tried to focus on finishing their training.  This was the part of
slave training I disliked.  With both slaves pretty much broken there
wasn't a lot of fun to be had.  Even Danny's crying fits got boring after
awhile.

   The following 5 weeks were mainly just to make sure their training did
indeed last for a while once they got released.  And of course we continued
their various stretching and other exercises.

   While Danny eventually was able to take all of the "Daddy" dildo, he
only ever managed to get 7 inches of my dick up his ass.  I would make it a
point to return to this area in a few years and try him out again.  By then
I'm sure he would be able to take me easily.

   Fucking Susan was a different story.  It was almost scary fucking her.
The more dick I would stick in her the more she seemed to want.  She took
all of me the first time I went up her cunt.  You could tell it caused her
pain but that pain seemed to just turn her on even more.

   When I took her ass the first time I actually had to hold her off.  She
kept trying to push back in order to get more of my dick up inside her.  I
didn't dare let her take more than half of it the first few days.  After
that, however, I started giving her an extra inch every day.  Each time I
would check her afterward for injuries but there never were any.  Nothing
serious anyway.  Within a week the slut was actually taking all of my dick
up her ass.  We went slowly the first couple times I gave her the full
length.  After that, however, I just started letting her do her thing.

   Boy did she like anal sex.  She didn't seem to be able to get enough
dick up her ass.  She could easily cum that way also.  Though, it was a lot
more fun if we put Danny under her so he could suck on his sister's cunt
while I fucked her ass.  I would pull my dick out of her every so often and
let him lick it clean.  This always got him crying, but he never failed to
obey.  The best part though was when Susan would finally cum.  She would
gush almost a full glass worth of cum every time I fucked her asshole hard.
Of course, we always made sure poor Danny drank it all down.

   We kept Danny and Susan for a total of 2 months and 3 weeks.  Sis and I
didn't do anything to them their last week though.  We just kept them ankle
chained to the floor next to each other.

   There were several reason for this.  One of the main reasons was that we
wanted to see how they interacted with each other without much influence
from us.  As we suspected, Susan only lasted a day before she started
ordering her brother around and having sex with him.  And as we also
suspected, Danny didn't even make an attempt to stop her or talk her out of
it.

   Another reason was that sis and I were simply too busy most of the time.
We had no way to know for sure if the cops would get involved once we
release Susan and Danny.  Therefore we had to make sure we were ready to
hit the road once we released them.  This meant getting gas, food, water,
etc.  We also had to plan out the trip for our next destination.

   We also had to worry about DNA and shit in case the cops actually did
get contacted.  If they pumped Danny's stomach or looked up Susan's
asshole, the only thing I wanted them to find was Danny's sperm, not mine.

   I also kept busy during this time doing something incredibly stupid.  I
actually broke into Danny and Susan's house.  Yeah, stupid.  Thanks to
information provided by Susan, the risk factor was pretty low that I would
get caught.  I knew where they kept the spare key and when their father was
always out of the house, etc.  Still, it was a risk I really shouldn't have
taken.

   I couldn't help myself though.  I just had to plant some hidden cameras
in their house.  I told myself I was only doing it in order to know whether
they called the cops in or not.  However, I knew deep down I just wanted to
watch their father take over their training.

   It took me 4 hours to get all the cameras in place.  It was 4 of the
scariest hours of my life but also the most exciting.  I ended up putting 7
cameras in their little house.  One in each main room of the house, one in
the bathroom and one in the basement just in case.

   I know it sounds expensive but it really wasn't.  The total cost was
less than $500.  It's funny but I used the cops as an excuse to plant the
cameras, yet I know I would have never invested that much money had I
thought the cops actually might have been called.

   I spent another $1,500 on the camera setup, but this money didn't go
inside the house itself.  Normally it would have but luck would have it
that there was one of those rental storage places right next door to the
house.  I checked the place out a week prior and I will be damned if the
bins didn't have electricity running to them.  Who in the hell would need
electricity running to a storage bin?  Well, I did for one.

   I rented out a storage bin and set up the camera receiver there.  The
receiver also controlled when the cameras turned on and off.  I hooked that
into a palm pilot that had high-speed internet cell phone access.  The palm
pilot was the biggest expense of the entire set up.  That is why I liked
having it in the storage bin instead of the house.  If they discovered the
cameras they wouldn't discover the transmitter.

   Of course, it would mean probably spending more money in the long run
for the storage fees.  The way I seen it though, if I got bored with the
family or if they found the cameras then I could just swing back that way
and reclaim the expensive part of the set up.  However, if I enjoyed the
feed as much as I thought I would then the extra cost of the storage fees
would be well worth it.  It was win win.

   I set up a prepaid credit card so that the internet company and storage
facility could take their fees directly from it.  I won't embarrass myself
any further by telling you how much money I placed into the credit card. 
I'll just say that it wouldn't run out for about two years.  At that point
I would either put more money in or just close down shop.

   Installing the cameras went smoothly.  However, I made the huge error of
not testing the receiver location.  I was well within the range of the
transmitters.  However, I had not factored in that the storage bin was
below ground level.  Well, not under ground but the lot the storage bins
were in were below the house's ground level.

   Boy was I fucking pissed when I turned everything on and got nothing but
static.  I couldn't even tell if the cameras were picking up the receiver's
signal to turn on.  I was about to give up on the idea and just eat my
losses, when I decided to give something else a try.  It took some work but
I managed to rewire the receiver so that it used the metal storage bin
itself as a huge antenna.  It worked perfectly and the signal came through
crystal clear.

   All of this out of the way, all I had to do now was prepare a going away
gift for my slaves.  Well, actually it was for their father.  I pieced
together a 30-minute video showing various highlights of Danny and Susan's
time with me.  I didn't show sis or I in the videos of course.  In fact, I
didn't even show clear shots of Danny and Susan's faces.  There was enough
identifying aspects though for their father to easily tell it was in fact
them.

   The reason I did this was so that I could also post the video on the
internet.  I used one of those video sharing programs to upload it.  I only
had to host the video for a couple days.  After that there were so many
copies out there being shared back and forth that it would be years
probably before it died off.  When that happened I could always just feed
it again.

   I titled the video "Hansel and Gretel" of course.  After it was uploaded
I sat Danny and Susan down in front of the computer and showed them how
millions around the world could easily download their video.  I then cued
up the video and let them watch it.  The two blushed from start to finish.
They were so shocked and embarrassed that I don't think they even realized
that their faces never actually came into full view.  Sure, you seen parts
of their faces here and there but most of their face was always blocked in
one manner or the other.

   I was surprised that they were even that embarrassed by the video.  Most
of the video was pretty tame.  I left out all the piss drinking and other
wild stuff.  I didn't want their father to see all of that.  It would spoil
a lot of his fun.  It was better that he come up with those ideas himself.
For example, he would enjoy making Danny drink his piss more if he thought
it was the first time the boy had been made to do so.  I highly doubt that
Danny or Susan would volunteer information to the contrary.

   Danny and Susan looked almost uncomfortable when they put real clothes
on for the first time since their capture.  I noticed that Susan's clothes
looked a bit baggy.  Thanks to me, her cum diet had removed most of her
baby fat.  She now looked almost like a supermodel...  only shorter.  She
was now better looking, a video star, and a pro at sucking dick and taking
it up the ass.  What more could a girl ask for?

   I thought about drugging them before I released them.  But I knew they
would be so happy to get free that they wouldn't think to get a fresh look
at the outside of the RV, let alone get a plate number.

   They gave me a funny look when they watched me put a DVD and a letter
into an envelope, seal it and then hand it to them.  I of course made sure
I wore gloves the entire time and used tape to seal the letter and not
actually lick it.

   "This is for your new master," I informed them.

   I didn't need to say any more than that.  They knew what was on that DVD
and even a good idea of what the note said.  There also was no question
about who their new master was going to be.  Weeks of "daddy" role-playing
made that very clear.

   I stopped the RV about a block from their house.  They looked almost
scared to leave when I opened the door for them.  I think a part of them
had come to think of the RV as their home.  They slowly got out and started
walking away.  They didn't run like I had expected, but they did walk
rather fast.

   I should have drove off right then and there.  But I wanted to see what
would happen once they got home.  So, I got on the laptop and connected to
the palm pilot that controlled the video cameras.  I got the living room
one on just in time to hear the kids knocking at the front door.

   When their father opened the door they just looked at each other for a
moment.  I expected them to rush into each other's arms but that didn't
happen.  After a moment, their father, a rather large burly man, started to
yell at them.  He seemed more pissed off by them running away than worried
about where they had gone.

   He only stopped for a moment when Susan remembered the package I had
given her.  She blushed as she slowly reached out and handed it to her
father.  You could tell that little Danny was in shock that his sister had
actually given the package to their father.  He had assumed she would just
toss it in the trash the first chance they got.

   Both of the siblings averted their father's eyes as he opened the
package, pulled the contents out, and began to read the letter that gave
detailed instructions on the proper maintenance of his new slaves.

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story was 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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