Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 23

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Juana Campo

I avoided my sister all Saturday night. I hoped letting her think about things would improve her. Clint had his sex slaves bind her and leave in the middle of the living room floor like last night. They had promised to check up on her.

I found my sister lying on her side early Sunday morning, hardly moving, her face smeared with drying pussy juices.

“Good morning, slave,” I said, staring at her, hoping to see her eyes light up.

She flicked up her gaze at me then looked away.

“I said, 'Good morning, slave'!” My hand clenched. “How do you respond, bitch?”

“Morning, Mistress,” she muttered, words slurred.

I bent down beside her, working on the knots. In a minute, she flexed her fingers as she sat up, massaging feeling back into them. Then, without a word or permission, she stood up and stumbled on wobbly legs to the bathroom.

I ground my teeth.

I stood ready for her return, the huge, black dildo strapped onto my naked body. My sister tottered out of the bathroom, her round, golden-brown breasts jiggling, her nipples not even erect. Her head downcast, black hair falling around her face.

“You are being a bad slave,” I hissed. “You're walking instead of crawling. You're my bitch-slave, linda.”

My older sister sank down to her knees without a word, no energy. In my hands I held a pair of nipple clamps. This would get a reaction out of her.

“You know I have to punish you for your insolent behavior.”

My older sister shrugged.

I leaned down, my small tits jiggling. My nipples throbbed, so hard with my excitement to play with my sister-slave. How dare she rob me of my fun. I opened the clamp then paused. Her nipples weren't erect. They didn't protrude out for me.

I rubbed one with my finger, massaging it. The little nub poked out, half as erect as normal. Good enough. I clamped her nipple. She sucked in a breath, her body trembling. She let out a whimper of pain.

Better.

“You are going to wear these all day for being an insolent slut, bitch!” I told her, my pussy growing moist as her other nipple poked out on its own.

I opened the clamp, the toothy jaw engulfing her nipple. The triangular alligator teeth bit into her brown nipple. She shuddered again, sucking in another breath. My pussy clenched, juices dribbling down my thighs as her breasts shook. The nipple clamps pulled on her nubs as they swung back and forth.

“Now what do you say?” I demanded.

“Thank you for punishing me, Mistress,” she muttered, her words slurred like she was drunk. But that was impossible.

I grabbed her chin, lifting her face, peering into her eyes. They were dull, lifeless. “If you don't start showing me how thankful you are, you're going to be punished more.”

“Guess it'll be more punishments.”

“That's your choice, bitch.” I pointed at couch. “Crawl over there and bend over it. I'm going to spank your insolent ass.”

She shrugged and shuffled along on her hands and feet, her ass wiggling. Bruises splotched her ass, fading from brown-purple centers to yellow edges. Reminders of her spankings two days ago. She reached the couch, pressing her clamped nipples into the fabric, wincing.

I advanced on her, my pussy so wet for this. I would spank her, get her in the mood, and then fuck her so hard with her favorite dildo. She would remember what I gave her—the pain and pleasure she craved. The lesbian pleasures that she desired but refused to admit.

CRACK!

She grunted, her head lying on her arms, hardly moving. My red handprint burned on her ass.

CRACK!

The stinging slap echoed harder. I landed it right on a bruise, my snatch clenching from causing her pain. But she just grunted again. She didn't moan. She didn't whimper. She didn't wiggler her ass, begging for another.

CRACK!

“What is wrong with you?” I demanded, three bright spots burning on her gorgeous ass.

CRACK!

“Don't just lie there!”

“Dad's going to kill me,” she said in Spanish. “He's going to find out I've licked your pussy and think I'm a lesbian.”

“You are a lesbian! A lesbian slave!”

CRACK!

“Don't tell me you hate licking pussy, bitch! I know you love it!”

Her entire body shook. Tears fell down her cheeks. “I...I don't like it. I'm just doing it because you're blackmailing me.”

My excitement died. It wasn't hot spanking her when she didn't care. I stared at my older sister. I wanted to dominate her, to make her my sex slave, not to break her spirit so completely. She shook worse and worse.

This was all fucked up.

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