*Writers note*
This story does not contain much in the way of direct incest. This is the second story in a series and frequently refers to an incident that occurs in the first part (https://www..com/s/the-punishment-47) it is being included in the incest tag so that people are not caught by surprise if they don’t want it.
This story also contains themes of rape, less than clear consent and exploitation.
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“Where did he decide to take you on holiday then?” Serena asked in a jolly tone while she drove that did little to hide the concerned undertone to her voice.
“Colorado, that’s in America” I added the last bit to try and break the mood, She was originally from New York, she knew damn well where it was.
“ThAt’s iN AMerICa!” she sneared back as she spoke in a nasal whine. “I know it’s in America” she added in her normal tone. “Where in Colorado?”
“Maroon Lake, just outside Aspen, Master has rented a cabin for a few weeks, I fly out to meet him on Tuesday.” I tried to sound nonchalant about it, but in reality we both knew I wasn’t keen on flying at the best of times.
“Well that sounds fun!” Serena chirped as she rounded a corner causing me to lean towards her.
“It sounds like I don’t need to pack many clothes is what it sounds like” I giggled at the thought of just turning up with hand luggage for a months holiday.
I didn’t know much about what Master had planned for the holiday, A lot of walking and fucking was my best guess. It was some time to reconnect and recover from recent events.
He was already in the states on business, so it made sense for me to just fly out. I’m not scared of flying, I just don’t like it.
Recent events were also to blame for where we were headed tonight. Liberty, a club for people who liked sex. While that was normally me, my last visit had led to unexpected problems that those involved had decided they we going to deal with by ignoring completely and pretending that it hadn’t happened. That was much easier to do when you hadn’t been the one leaking cum onto a stage. But I wanted to do things, Master was unavailable, and he had given me specific permission to try as much as I wanted to do to try and reclaim myself. Serena was here to chaperone me, in a way at least. She was one of our closest friends and was the only person who we had told what had happened. She was aware of our dynamic and had lightly joined in from time to time. Nothing directly hands on, but I was comfortable being naked around her and had frequently served her drinks and food while undressed.
The first time she watched me suck Masters cock, it had been with intense fascination; my head bobbing up and down while the conversation continued above me. Master paying me less attention than he did our guest, and now she was used to the fact that if she was visiting when he was due home from work there were certain rituals to observe and she would follow me into the hallway and casually lean on the wall while I knelt on the cold tiles. Our conversation would continue until we heard keys in the door. She would pause, let me welcome Master home, and then pick up a conversation with him while I undid his fly, pulled out his cock infront of her, licked the days sweat off his shaft and brought my mouth gently around his semi-flaccid dick. My head and tongue would remain still once attached to him as I awaited instructions, Master didn’t usually want to cum straight away. That wasn’t the purpose of our ritual. It was grounding, no matter what stress either of us had experienced that day, That was the dynamic, Him stood above and I below him ready to serve.
Serena had taken it all well enough, she was also into a bit of kink, though a mix of her lifestyle, job and proclivities to act as a bit of an unpredictable brat limited her success in any long term relationship she had attempted. For the most part she entertained her needs by acting as a paid dom/sub across multiple dating apps. She’d seen enough cocks in her life that watching her best friend suck one daily hardly mattered, and she had never been pressed (or even asked) to join in. This was a moment between Master and I.
The only time I saw any surprise from her was the first time Master had declared a need – I was half way through unbuckling his trousers when he looked down at me and in his honey voice said those 4 words every girl loves to hear:
“I need a piss.”
I nodded my consent and locked my lips tight around his penis to an amused grunt from behind me. Greeting my husband naked was apparently normal, but being willing to drink his piss was the line of surprise for Serena.
As he began to fill my mouth I kept my eyes up at him, if he looked down he would see me eagerly drinking, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his piss just to save him the inconvenience of walking to the bathroom.
He didn’t look down, he sparked up a conversation with Serena as casually as if he were just stood at a urinal. That’s all I was at that moment, küçükçekmece escort a girl shaped urinal, reduced to a toilet for him while my best friend watched.
He finished pissing down my throat and I licked around his glans to remove any trace of urine before letting his dick slide from my mouth. I remember glancing to Serena as I stood up and seeing fire in her eyes I had never seen before. I went to fetch them both drinks and snacks while they moved into the living room to continue their conversation.
She watched me serve him like that a few times, sometimes at the door, sometimes during a movie or a game. Always where standing up would have been at worst a mild inconvenience to Master, but she never made comment on it.
“Here we are!” Serena’s cheerful voice drew me out of my memories. My hand was idly playing with the collar around my throat, as it usually did when I thought of Master. The crunch of gravel and the diffused light from the sign confirmed we had arrived.
We parked up and Serena fiddled with her phone a moment, probably just finishing off a client, Phones weren’t allowed inside so she’d be out of action for however many hours we were in there.
I threw my phone into the center console and ignored the buzz of a message that followed a few seconds later.
She looked at me with a knowing smile that should have been a dead giveaway and gestured to the phone. “You should get that”
“Nah.” I shrugged “It can wait.”
The slap across my face caught me completely by surprise, it wasn’t hard but it was very unexpected. My head turned sharply as the blow landed on my left cheek.
“I said, read it!” She was stern, commanding, it wasn’t like her.
Confused, and with a trembling hand I picked up the phone. It took me several attempts to put in my code.
It was a message from Master, my heart and stomach fluttered as I read it.
“To ensure you have a good time tonight I’ve paid Serena to look after you. She has full authority to make sure that happens. Have fun slave.”
My eyes were wide as I met her gaze again and she smirked as she returned my stare.
“That’s right bitch, you’re mine for the night, Now get out of my car and put your hands on the roof.”
My head was empty as I opened the door, my black and gold heels dug into the gravel with a crunch and caused me to wobble as I turned to place my hands as instructed. My hands steadied my body but did little to calm my heart or my brain. I heard the drivers door open and her footsteps come behind me. My breath caught as her hands found my hips, squeezing me with affection and desire as her body pressed to mine. She’s slightly taller than me despite the heels and so stooped to whisper into my ear.
“Your safeword for the night is pineapple, say it back.”
“My safeword for the night… is pineapple” I responded in the same breathless tone, barely above a groan.
I felt her nod and her hands traced over me, I was wearing that old reliable – a little black dress that had seen me through many years of service, It was made of crepe and hugged my figure well though it was short, covering my ass decently but always with a threat of riding up, for now it sat comfortably a little higher than mid thigh. The body of the dress had discreet mesh panels that flashed glimpses of skin on my torso and the strapless design held firm on my chest, though required semi-frequent adjustment to keep the ladies in place. It was a dress that flaunted me perfectly and had ruined many men and nearly as many marriages for what it made them do to me.
Serena was also in black, though significantly more of it than I was. Not just four or five inches taller than me in her own heels but her body was heavier, bordering on curved. She wore an off the shoulder dress with a matching asymmetrical hem that seemed to drape her diagonally, the effect was one to show off half of the left of her chest and a sharp cut that revealed her right hip and the entirely of her leg. Her decency was covered by an underdress that allowed for the tease without ever actually putting her in danger. That fit Serena perfectly, the illusion of danger, loss of control, but always actually the one in charge, always safe.
Her hands ran over my shoulders and down my back. Stopping briefly to press where my bra strap would have been had I been wearing one. Down the small of my back and over my asscheeks. Her fingers dipped inside the hem of my dress and teased at my skin. The air was chilly but that wasn’t the reason for my shudder. Her hands rose, lifting my skirt with them to expose my cheeks and black thong I’d worn for the night. Her fingers hooked the side of them and gave a tug, a test to see if I would object. When I didn’t she placed her mouth on my neck and committed my lucky thong to gravity, letting it fall to the floor around my ankles.
“You’re not going to need those, at least not there.” She breathed into my ear, her perfume of lilac and küçükyalı escort citrus filling my brain. “Hand them over.”
I bent over, my skirt only half way returned to its position and retrieved them. I stood and held them out in front of me, the meagre fabric easily sitting inside my closed hand.
With her left hand she took them from me, her right went to my face, squeezing my cheeks to open my mouth. As I complied, the wad of cunt scented cloth was pushed into my mouth and my jaw allowed to close.
“There, that’s better isn’t it?” She put her hands on my shoulders and looked me up and down. “Keep those safe for now, and keep your mouth closed or we’ll find something else to put in it.”
Her hand on my shoulder guided me to the back of the car, and from the boot she took a short length of silver chain, at one end was a leather strap she casually looped around her wrist, the other end was clipped to Masters collar around my throat with a spring hook eliciting a sharp intake of breath. She stopped in her movements and placed a calming hand on my shoulder.
“Remember, you’re mine tonight, I need to keep you close and safe Sarah.”
Her voice was soothing, there was no malice, no hatred, only security and comfort. I nodded and she went back to gathering things.
She guided my hands behind my back and held them together with a cheap set of handcuffs. Fuzzy white handcuffs. They made me look like a teenager experimenting with kink for the first time in her boyfriends bed.
Her fingers ran through my hair; barely over an inch long and it’s natural mousy colour as it, like me, recovered from the last visit. A little tug brought my eyes up to meet hers and her warmth, her confidence flowed into me through them. Her chain at my throat, her fingers pulling my hair and her cuffs round my wrist did things in my abdomen that usually only men could. The heat and pressure woke within me, bearing down in me until I could feel my pulse throbbing between my legs. I was going to fuck tonight. I needed to *be* fucked tonight.
I should take a moment to clarify; I’m not bi, I’ve never considered myself bi, sure I can find women pretty, but not in a sexual way. I’ve kissed girls, I’ve played with them, I’ve even eaten them out. But it was always to give a man pleasure not myself. Women occupy the same space in my brain as a dildo, fun to use but not something to grow emotional attachment to.
She knew what I needed, she could see it in my eyes and even if she couldn’t the musk would give me away once the air stilled.
She gave a little playful tug of the chain.
“Ready to go in?”
“Yes.” I nodded and tried to speak around the impromptu gag.
Her slap caught me across the tits, hard and fast I had no chance of blocking it with my wrists behind my back. It would bruise, I knew then in the moment. Her hand came back up and tugged my dress, moving it down an inch.
“Yes what?”
I hesitated, her hand came back up for another slap to the other side, I tensed in anticipation and spoke hurriedly.
“YES MISTRESS!” I shouted around the underwear filling my mouth. Satisfied she dropped her hand a little.
“Good slut” she patted the hand on my bosom instead. “Don’t forget that or I’ll have to remind you again, and each time I do it’ll cost you another inch of your very pretty dress. I’d hate for it to fall off and become a cum-rag like you.”
I gulped before she added “Plus it’s singles night in there. I can’t guarantee your safety if you start walking around naked. Some of those men won’t have cum in weeks and if you dangle your hole infront of them, well, you can’t blame a starving dog for eating a steak, and darling you are a most tasty morsel.”
I think I blushed, but I’m not sure, my mind was blank of thought as I was led neck first to the door of the club.
Inside was hot, my skin prickled at the sudden change of temperature as we stepped into the small lobby. We didn’t have coats or bags to hand over so moved straight to the entry desk. Serena produced both of our IDs from her clutch and handed them over along with payment in cash. The lady behind the desk wore a neon green bikini top though it was a size too small and her voluptuous tits were spilling out to both sides, it looked like she had put it on in a hurry, and for reasons I didn’t know at the time had a large number 4 drawn on her cheek with a thick red pen. She marked down our names in her computer then looked at me with curiosity.
“Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
I studied her face for a while trying to place it but couldn’t. I shook my head.
“I’m sure I know you from something..” She continued, trying to bore a hole in my skull with her eyes.
“She was here a few weeks back for the first time?” Serena spoke while putting our cards back into her clutch. “She accidentally fucked her dad bareback then sucked him off on the stage”
“That was you?” The woman leant over the desk forwards kültür escort to speak in hushed excitement. I could smell cum on her breath. “And you came back?”
I nodded, hoping the ground would swallow me up, Serena had told the first person we had seen and put me the center of her attention.
Before I could speak, Serena had;
“She needs to get back on the horse, or a cock in this case, she can’t just stay home forever… Plus she’s not hiding behind a mask this time so there shouldn’t be any surprises this time right slave?”
I answered without thinking “No.” I knew I’d made a mistake as soon as my mouth closed around the thong.
Her slap to my tit reverberated along with my yelp of pain. My dress was pulled down another inch, the next mistake would show my nipples at least depending on how the fabric behaved. I corrected as fast as I could.
“No Mistress, sorry Mistress.”
“We good to go?” Serenas question was to the attendant not me. I followed her into the main club and breathed a sigh of relief when her hand found mine and gave it a squeeze. I returned the gesture and looked at her with a honest smile.
“OK Sarah” she began, speaking a little louder over the background music as we walked up to the bar. “Let’s take a moment to check in?” She waved the barman away for a second.
“That was unexpected I know, but it isn’t outside the possibility you will be recognised tonight. I want to make sure you’re still OK? You still want to be here? And just for now you can skip the honorifics” She held out her free hand to my mouth and caught the panties as they tumbled from my tongue.
“Yes” My answer was short and truthful. I could have gone on at length, but it didn’t matter. The answer was yes I wanted to be here, to do this. Serena paused to see if I was done speaking and after a beat when it became clear I had she shrugged and gave a little smile.
“Alright then, good chat” she said in a sarcastic voice before returning to her normal pitch. She unclipped the chain from my neck and the cuffs from my hands, fastening both cuffs around my left wrist instead. She placed a wad of cash in my hand. “I’m going to pee and to set up a locker. You stay here, set us up a tab and get some drinks. I expect you to be well behaved when I get back.”
I nodded but it wasn’t needed, I opened my mouth for the underwear again but she shook her head.
“How are you going to talk to do as you’ve been told with your mouth full? No, they can stay here” She spread my black underwear on the wooden counter top, gusset towards me and continued “While I’m gone, if anyone asks if that’s your underwear why don’t you show them?”
I nodded but she had already turned and began walking away without waiting for my confirmation, she knew I would do it. I turned the money around in my hand. £200 Exactly, that was a hell of a night she had planned. Still I chuckled, Serena embraced her sex work and carried large quantities of cash daily. We couldn’t even grab a coffee without her paying with a twenty and idly noting to me “Oh I got that note from sucking a *really* fat guys dick!” A tenner for a cinema ticket was “Can you believe I got this for kicking some guy in the balls?” She earned every penny in her purse with her body and I think her kink was reminding everyone around her.
While I waited for the bar staff to circle back to me I glanced around the immediate area, As Serena had predicted there was a large number of men, but not exclusively. pockets of men formed groups of 4 or 5, most had at least one woman with them, some were dressed and stood as equals to the men around them but others were more exposed, kneeling or standing in subservience to the people around them. A few of the women of all states of dress has numbers on their cheek. 3, 4, 6, there didn’t seem to be a pattern to it.
Closest to me was one such group. 4 men sat on the low sofas taking amongst themselves while a nude mixed-race waif of a girl knelt on the floor next to them. Her beautiful chestnut curls falling around her shoulders as a man forty years her senior idly pinched her dark nipple between his finger and thumb. If there had been any doubt about her age they were confirmed by the pink foil balloon tied around her throat to float a couple of feet above her head at all times proclaiming her as ’18 TODAY’ A student ID from a local collage also hung from her neck between her small breasts. She was hairless. Almost certainly at the instruction of the man groping her. She was there to be shown off and it was sickening. In my experience any man who will brag about the youthfulness of his “legal” sub is infact stating he would go lower if he could. I’d been owned once by a man like that and I knew first hand what would happen to her now she was permissable. My own experience told me each of those men already had a copy of her “first” nude photos and they were likely already on the internet along with life ruining information that would haunt her for years after the men had moved onto the next young thing who though she was special to them.
“CARI?, Cari Jones? You’re up next!” The barman shouted from next to me towards the pervert. With a cheer the men stood up, dragging the poor girl to her feet. As she was pushed past the bar her face was filled with fear and regret, but the men behind her either didn’t notice or didn’t care.