Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2010 16:05:47 -0700 From: Sam B <sbsilverstars@gmail.com> Subject: Mutual Desire Chapter 7 Mutual Desire by Samantha B. You should not read this story if you are under 18 or 21 in some states or if it is illegal where you live. This story contains graphic descriptions of lesbian sex acts between siblings and other relatives. The events of the story are entirely fictitious and I do not condone these actions in any way shape or form. Now on to the story. Very late in the chapter there is some implied, off-screen piss and scat, which will not be described. Those of you who wish to imagine it, go ahead and do so. If you'd prefer not to, just pretend that's not what's happening. Maybe I'll write up a "bonus scene" for those who really want it, available by request. Chapter 7: Power Leaving the two sisters to their lovemaking, Kim walked confidently up the stairs with Jamie following in her wake. She marched straight to the Master bedroom. The bed had been remade by one of the two sisters obviously, to hide their activities from Kim. Clearly that was no longer necessary. She threw the covers off the bed, and gestured for her mother to lie down on it. She watched the tight, tanned globes of her mother's ass sticking up in the air as she lay face-down. Kim climbed up on the bed and sat on her mother's thighs, still "clothed", if you could call her skimpy outfit real clothing. She grabbed her mother's wrists with her strong arms, her biceps flexing nicely as she bent over and began to lick up and down in the crack between her mother's muscular ass cheeks, briefly licking the bottom of her slit, and then poking the puckered hole with the tip of her tongue. Her mother moaned lightly. "Mmm," Kim said. "You like that, don't you?" She pressed harder with her tongue, and her mom moaned louder in response. "Oh, yeah, you really like that." Again, her mother's only response was to moan. Kim removed her head from where it was, and put one hand against her mother's lower back. "I asked you a question, slave," she said as she pressed down. Her mother gave a moan. "I do like it, Mistress Kimberly," she said. "What do you like?" Kim asked. "I like having my asshole licked by my own daughter. I love being my daughter's slave and sex toy. I love to be used and abused by my thirteen year-old daughter. I love living only to obey your every command, Mistress. I love thinking what you tell me to think, doing what you tell me to do, fucking who you tell me to fuck." Kim smiled devilishly at her mother. "Do you have any free will left, mom?" she asked. Her mother immediately shook her head. "No, Mistress. You command, and I obey. No question, no hesitation. My mind is empty of everything except my love for you and for obeying you." ---------------- The slave spoke the truth. Her mistress controlled her completely. Her mind was empty, except for thoughts of what her mistress wanted. This conversation was familiar. It had been run through so many times that she barely needed to consider her answers any more. For two years she had served her mistress, growing physically stronger, to better please her, while growing mentally weaker, more subservient. She felt herself being pulled, and she obediently rolled over, watching the well-defined muscles in her mistress' body ripple beneath the tanned skin. "Do you still consider me your daughter, slave?" her mistress asked. The slave had to consider that for a few seconds, wondering what her mistress wanted to hear. But after a few seconds, she responded, "No, mistress. You are my mistress, my owner. I have no power over you as a mother might over her daughter. Instead you have all the power, as a mistress should, over her slave, which is what I am." The mistress smiled, and the slave felt her heart leap with joy at seeing that smile. "But you still refer to me as your daughter. Why?" The slave had to consider that. It had been explained by her mistress a lifetime ago, back when she had been able to think for herself without her mistress to tell her what to think, feel, and do. "You explained it to me mistress, when you were eleven, and training me to be your toilet. You love the kink of incest, of forbidden sex. You love the kink of owning someone far older than you." Again, her mistress smiled. Again the slave's heart leapt with joy. "So you still remember that life. Do you ever want to go back to it?" The slave shook her head, thinking back with fear to a time when she had not had her mistress to command her. "No, never. I want only what you want me to want. I desire only what you tell me to desire. It is... easier, than living the life I used to live." ------------- Kim smiled easily as her mother answered. Slowly she lowered her head down towards her mother's cunt. She looked up over the ripped abdomen and to the firm breasts the size of grapefruit halves sticking straight out from her muscular body. As Kim began to lick, her mother's thighs tentatively touched against the sides of her head, and when Kim didn't pause or rebuke her, the thighs returned, pressing on the sides of her head, draped over her shoulders. Kim rose, first onto her elbows, then gradually onto her knees, easily lifting her mother so that only her head and upper back remained on the bed, the rest well in the air, with her daughter's head at her pussy. Kim removed her hand, all of which she had inserted into her pussy, from beneath her skirt, and placed one, then two fingers at her mother's asshole, and shoved them roughly inside. Well lubricated, they popped inside easily. Her mother stifled a scream of ecstasy. Kim thought a moment about punishing her, but she knew her own power, and her slave had at least tried to stay quiet. The intent was what mattered more than the end result, she decided. Besides, if she punished her mom by not continuing to eat her out, she wouldn't be able to try this. Sure, she could stop eating her out and still do it, but her mother might think that she could get away with small disobedience. In this case, she decided to let her mother believe that she hadn't heard the muffled scream. Kim inserted her third, then her fourth finger. She pumped those in and out a few seconds, then quickly added her thumb, and with a twist of her hand, popped inside her mother's ass up to her wrist. Her mother's ass cheeks clenched, crushing at her invading hand. Still, she kept it up, deep inside her mother's tightest hole, smiling at the small whimpering sounds her slave made, moving her other hand to caress her mother's muscular ass. -------------- The slave felt full, totally, and completely full. The fist in her ass felt like it was filling her entire body with pure ecstasy. All she wanted was more. More of feeling this way. More of the fist in her ass, or pussy, or wherever her mistress wanted to put it. So long as her mistress felt like putting it in her. She knew she wasn't supposed to make a noise, but moans of satisfaction escaped her without her permission. Her mistress heard, but she concentrated on fisting her slave's ass, harder and harder, bringing the slave closer and closer to what was sure to be a mind-shattering orgasm. Suddenly the slave felt her mistress' hard body against her own, the smallish breasts flattening against her back, one tanned, sweat-beaded bicep flexing as the hand that wasn't buried up to the wrist in her ass grasped her by the neck. "You can scream as loud as you like when you cum," her mistress declared. "But afterwards, you may not speak until I speak to you." The slave felt pure joy at her mistress' command, though pure joy was rapidly becoming the only thing she could feel. She shuddered as it felt like every cell in her body was spasming once, twice, again. She unleashed a lout scream, She felt her mistress' hand, still inside her ass, riding her like she were some kind of rodeo animal, even while her orgasm continued. Finally, after more than a minute of solid orgasming, the slave collapsed. -------------- Kim smiled down at her mother's body, soaked with sweat, barely conscious. She pulled her fist out of her mother's ass, still smiling, and looked around for something. After a moment, her eyes alighted on a small box mostly shoved under the bed. Something told her the box would be useful. She opened it to find a number of toys, including strap-ons, double-headed dildos, and, most usefully for her purposes, a number of long lengths of silk, obviously intended for tying people up. There was no need to tie her mother up, she reflected as she bound the wrists together, without a peep of protest from her still-recovering slave. She pulled the wrists high above her mother's head and tied them to one of the bed-posts, in such a position that her mother would be unable to fall asleep, the angle her arms were tied in, thrusting her firm, grapefruit-sized tits straight forward. It served mainly to enhance the powerful-looking musculature of her mother's upper body. The six pack abs, the large, bulging biceps. The muscles made her look like a strong woman, but her daughter had almost exactly an equal musculature, capable of benching and squatting the same amount in a smaller body. And, of course, in her daughter's hands, she was nothing but an obedient slave, however strong she was physically, she had no mental strength. Not any more. "Stay here," her still somewhat-clothed daughter said to her as she gagged her with a final strip of silk. "And don't make a sound." --------------- They were the picture-perfect representation of young lesbian love in its most raw, sexual form. Two fit, young teenagers, easily recognizable as sisters, writhing against one another, sitting up, legs entangled, pussies pressed tightly together. Tanned bodies, sweating lightly, sparkling in the dim light of the afternoon sun streaming through the window behind them. Large, firm breasts heaving rhythmically with synchronized heavy breathing as the two mouths sought the other desperately, tongues wrestling for position in the other's mouth. Occasionally one sister or the other would lean back, pulling the arms of the other taut against her naked back to gasp out an "Oh, God," or a "Fuck!" before returning her attention to her partner. Any random passer by (and what a lucky person they would be!) observing the situation would never have guessed that they were doing this for any reason other than their own desire for the other. And their desire certainly made it easier, as did their experience. These were not two sisters unaccustomed to the other's embrace. They were certainly comfortable lovers. But their one observer, Kimberly, now totally nude in all her well-muscled glory, knew that they made love for another reason as well. They had finally fully accepted their roles as her slaves. She could see it easily, as they continued to make love without a moment's hesitation at her sudden appearance a few feet from them. Of course, reinforcing their position could only do further good for Kim's cause. "Stop," she ordered, and both her slaves immediately stopped. "Stand," she said, and the two broke their embrace, hastening to their feet. "Face me," Kimberly said. As they complied, she assumed a kneeling pose. Both pussies were dripping with desire. "What are you?" she asked. "Your slaves, Mistress Kimberly," both replied in unison. "Do you wish to be my slaves?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress Kimberly," they both replied. "I offer you your freedom unconditionally," Kim said genuinely. "Do you wish to take it?" Both slaves looked shocked at the idea, and Kim smiled. Such an easy, fast conversion, no doubt born of much experience. Like the two sisters had experience as lovers, Kim had experience enslaving teenaged and older girls, as she had been doing it for close to three years now, since shortly after turning eleven. "No, Mistress Kimberly," had been the reply. Kim nodded silently, then, forming a duck bill with both hands, unceremoniously pushed both hands into one cunt or the other. Both girls cried out, then went absolutely still for several seconds. Sweat beaded on their brows as they looked down at their mistress, biting their lower lips in an obviously physical effort to avoid orgasming before being given permission. Finally, Kim smiled, "Cum," she commanded. At that instant, both sisters let loose with cries of joy, spasming in a desperate release, spraying a significant quantity of girl cum all over the arms and upper chest of their cousin, who basked in the feel of the warm liquid against her naked body. She took her sticky hands from within their pussies, letting the two of them fall on their asses on the ground, still shaking with post-orgasmic tremors, still leaking pussy juice. With both hands, she covered her breasts with girl cum, then her collarbone. When her right hand ran dry, she took one finger, and scooped a large amount from her powerful left bicep, letting it trail down her ripped stomach. She dipped one finger inside her pussy, and sucked her juice off of it. Deciding the sisters had had enough time to recuperate she looked at both of them. "Lick me clean, slaves," she commanded, lying back. -------------- Kari understood, at last, why Sam enjoyed the role of submissive so much. It was easy. There was no difficulty. For someone who was always dominant, always in control of the situation, it provided a chance to be free of any responsibility for anything, up to and including one's own actions. She now knew that her proper place was kneeling before her cousin Kim, serving her in whatever way Kim commanded. She was Mistress Kimberly, whatever her familial relation to Kari might be. Kimberly was the mistress. Kari was the slave. And it felt good. As Kim lay back, Sam and Kari traded sides, by silent agreement, each wishing to lick the other's juices off of Kim's flawless tanned skin. They started slowly, each taking a long, thin finger from Kim's hand, placing it between their lips and sucking. With Kim giving no indication of whether to stop or continue, the two sisters repeated the treatment for each of Kim's fingers, finishing with her thumb. Giving the palm and the back of the hand a thorough licking, they continued up the forearm, each soaked with the other's tangy juices. Sam's flavor was sweeter than her own, though with the same pseudo-bitter, tangy taste to it, Kari realized as her long, agile tongue ran along the forearm of her naked thirteen year-old cousin. She wondered if that had something to do with Sam's age, or perhaps it was just a natural thing. But Mistress Kimberly's girlcum had been richer and deeper than Kari's own. She wondered then if it might be an experience thing. Maybe she would test Jamie... or maybe even her own mother. Kari smiled to herself as she and Sam moved on to the best part of Kim's arms, her biceps. She let her slaves work on them, flexing one and then the other, the mounds of muscle rolling underneath the skin, thrusting portions of her arm up into the waiting mouths of her slaves, sometimes denying what seemed easily available. But eventually, as their girl cum was replaced by their saliva, they turned their attention from Kim's arms to her chest, her lovely, handfuls of breasts, the nipples rock-hard with arousal, Kari and Sam's cum glistening on her tanned skin—from her shoulder blades down to her rock hard abs—in the gentle light. As her slaves' tongues played along her body, Kim began to writhe with pleasure, reaching out to grab hair or necks and pull them to the parts of her body where she wanted the tonguing. It was not long before the cum had all been lapped up, but the two sisters continued eagerly lapping at Kim's skin. Finally, she was ready. "Sam, get down and suck me to orgasm. Kari, get up here. I want to taste those lovely breasts of yours." Sam quickly slid down her lovers' body and began to apply her ministrations to Kim's tight pussy while Kari moved up on Kim's body, and lowered her double Ds towards Kim's face. Kim opened her mouth wide, taking as much of one of the huge breasts into her mouth, while playing with the other with both of her small hands. As she removed her mouth from the breast, pausing to breathe, she smiled. "I wish I had breasts like these," she said. Kari smiled back, adoringly, a look that would have been out of place on her face just a handful of hours ago, but that now felt completely natural to her. "But you do, mistress," she said. "This body is yours. These breasts are yours. I am yours, to do with as you please." Kim gave a small smile and a nod. "Don't forget it," she said, returning her attention to Kari's breasts. "Never mistress," Kari breathed. -------------- It was a few hours later, and Kim, once more clothed in nothing but a short skirt and a shirt that exposed her fantastic midriff was eating dinner. Kari, naked, crouched on the floor next to her, begging for scraps of the food she had helped prepare, and occasionally Kim would drop pieces of food on the floor, which Kari would fall upon with gusto, eating it, as though applying the "five second rule". She had been forbidden from speaking until Kim decided to let her speak again. The silent subservient slave was entertaining to her mistress. Kari turned her head as Sam entered the room, walking. Her sister was her mistress' favorite, clearly. Allowed to walk and talk, and even to eat a small dinner from a plate at the mistresses table. Jamie crawled behind her. "Ah, mom," Kim said. "Get some clothes on and go out to the car. Get the special case I had you pack." "Yes mistress," Jamie murmured, crawling towards the door where her clothes from earlier still lay. It was a shame to cover up such a fantastic body, Kari thought, but she would only be covered for a short time before Kim had her strip down once more. "Mom, you can walk," Kim said. --------------- When Jamie returned it was with a small leather briefcase, and Kari wondered what was inside it. From the way Sam was looking at it, she was curious too. Kim held it for a few moments and watched her mother strip down again with a vague smile on her face. When she was done and had returned to a kneeling position, Kim looked back to Sam, then to Kari, making brief eye contact with both of them. "I've kept you in a constant state of sexual arousal since taking possession of you. You haven't been able to conceive of resisting me, for the subconscious fear that if you do, your arousal will disappear." Kari glanced at Sam who was watching Kim with rapt attention, and she rapidly returned her attention to her cousin who opened the briefcase. These will rectify that, ensuring that you remain my slaves, no matter what state of arousal you are in. She pulled out two black leather collars, each inscribed with a name. One read "Kari" in letters of silver thread, the other "Samantha". Kim handed one to each of them. They could easily be put on, and just as easily removed. There was a loop where Kari assumed Kim could attach a leash if she wanted to. "I want you to understand a few things," Kim said. "First of all, these collars aren't magical or anything. They don't compel you to obey me, or remove all free will." Kim smiled. "It's the act of voluntarily putting them on that compels you to obey me. It is your acknowledgement that you are absolutely subservient to me, and that you want to please me, even if I don't order you to do so." Kim looked at each girl in turn. "Let me be absolutely clear. I am not ordering you to put those on," she said. "But understand that, should you choose to, there is no going back. You will be irrevocably, and forever, my property. I could order you to act utterly normal for the rest of your life, but you would not be normal, because at a moment's notice from me, you would do whatever I commanded." Kim shrugged her well-muscled shoulders. "So the choice is yours. Put those on, and commit yourself to a lifetime of servitude to me. Don't put them on, and eventually, your arousal will wear off, and your free will will return." --------------- Sam looked down at the leather collar in her hands, her longer name inscribed in silver thread. It was well designed, she thought. It would be comfortable around her neck. But was this really what she wanted? Her somewhat addled brain was still capable of asking questions of her. Was she willing to surrender all possibility of free will? She looked over at Kari, who was considering the same question. She wondered. If she surrendered herself to Kim, would she be allowed to continue to have sex with Kari? Because she couldn't give that up. But she trusted Kim completely not to simply ruin their lives and livelihoods simply for her own amusement. So the question simply came back to a question of whether Sam was willing to serve someone else for the rest of her life. She looked at Jamie. She had obviously made her choice, and she was happy with it, though Sam wondered about the malleability of her mind. Her constant closeness to Kim seemed to have weakened some of her mental faculties. But Sam wouldn't be constantly in Kim's presence, and would most likely spend most of her time living a relatively normal life. She looked at Kim, her washboard abs, her powerful arms. She knew all about those fantastic legs under the table. The gentle lines of her face, those piercing eyes. She remembered the feel of the body against her, her own feelings as Kim had given her orgasm after orgasm. Did she want to serve this young goddess? Hell yes. Sam slipped the collar on, and almost immediately felt something like an electric shock run through her, though after that had finished, she felt no different than she had before. She was thoroughly Kim's, and would apparently continue to be so forever. --------------- Kari looked at her own collar. For her, the stakes might well be higher than they were for Sam. She was still not permitted to speak. What if Kim forbade her to speak ever again? She couldn't imagine that her mistress would do something so wantonly cruel and disruptive to her life, but if Kim was permanently her mistress, she had the absolute right to do so if she chose. And what if mistress forbade her from fucking Sam? So shortly after they had discovered each other. When they still had so much ahead of them. So many new things to try. She looked up as she saw Sam put on her collar. That eliminated that. If Kim wanted to prevent them from ever having sex again, she only had to order Sam not to let it happen, and Sam would obey. She sighed and looked down at the collar. Kim had a great body, and was a lot of fun in bed. There were worse fates than serving her. She put on the collar, and cinched it to be comfortable. Like Sam, she felt an electric shock run through her body. She looked up, and Kim smiled. "They always choose the collar," she said. --------------- "Let's define some ground rules," Kim said to her two slaves as she sat on the couch, Sam and Kari taking up their now familiar positions, totally naked, on either side of her, sitting on the floor. "You need to know how to behave, now that I own you." The two sisters nodded in unison. "First of all, whenever you are home alone, or the only other person home is your sister, you both need to be totally naked, although you should wear your collars." Both of them nodded, and Kim smiled. "Whenever you are in your room, you should be naked, except for your collars. Remember that you are my slaves at all times." Again, they both nodded, eyes mostly vacant, smiles permanently etched onto their faces as they gazed at their mistress. "If I ever call you," Kim said, "if I ask you a question, I want you to answer me honestly. But if I give you a command, I want you to respond with a yes, or if your parents aren't around, 'yes mistress'. Do you understand so far?" Both young women nodded. "Yes mistress," Sam replied mindlessly. Kari was still not permitted to speak, but had she been able to, she would have replied just as automatically. Kim smiled and continued. "Sex with other family members is strictly off-limits. I will seduce and enslave your mother when the time is right, and not before. She can't know what I've done as she is much more strong willed than either of you, and might be able to resist me unless I have a plan ready before. I also don't want you fucking around with your father. Whatever you might have been before, you're lesbians now, and I don't want you getting pregnant." She looked at the two sisters, and gave a contented nod. "I think that's it," she said. "Kari, you can speak again." Kari nodded. "Thank you mistress," she said. Kim smiled and rose. "Now follow me Kari. I need to use a toilet, and then I'm going to go to bed. We have to leave early tomorrow." She looked at her mother, who nodded demurely. "Sam, you get to sleep with my mother tonight. Go upstairs, get in bed, and fuck to your heart's content, you two. Jamie, follow Sam's orders." She left the room, with Kari crawling behind her. --------------- Sam walked proudly up the stairs, her very large, impossibly firm breasts defying gravity before her, the only clothing she had on, a collar. Her long, toned legs, and her shapely ass swaying as Jamie followed along behind her, crawling, her muscles rippling beneath her skin. She had added her collar, and was obviously more adept at crawling up stairs than either Sam or Kari, since both of them had been ordered to walk up and down the stairs, even when they had been ordered to do nothing but crawl. Jamie on the other hand took the stairs easily. Sam turned to go to her room, noting Kari's pretty ass crawling into the bathroom after Kim. Sam stopped a moment and looked back at the well-muscled older woman crawling behind her. She knew what she wanted to do with her, and a little thrill went through her at the thought. When she got into her room, she turned. "Jamie, stand. Close the door behind you." Jamie did as she was ordered. "Here's what I want you to do. I want you to go to my parents room. Open up the box of toys in there, pick one strap-on or dildo. Stand outside my room for a length of time between five and ten minutes, and then come in without warning, closing the door behind you. I want you to take me rough and hard. Call me names, slap my ass, whatever. The safe word will be 'coconut'. Do you understand all that?" Jamie nodded. "Yes, mistress." Sam rolled her eyes. "Don't call me that. I'm a slave, just like you. Unless I tell you otherwise, like I did for our little game, call me Sam." Jamie nodded. "Okay, Sam," she said. Sam smiled. That was more like it. As soon as Jamie left, Sam felt her pussy begin to drip with anticipation. She could hardly wait, but she wanted to be acting naturally to make this fantasy come true, so she sat down at the computer and started surfing the web. She'd received an e-mail from one of her friends, Emily Lincoln who wondered if Sam wanted to hang out at some point. Why Emily didn't ever call, Sam didn't know. Maybe her parents didn't let her use the phone. She smiled and responded in the affirmative, that she'd love to, after her parents got back from their anniversary trip she had just clicked send when the door burst open. She turned as the door slammed shut, just in time to see Jamie rushing at her. Sam threw up her arms, but Jamie easily grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. Sam struggled, but it was useless. She might have been stronger than most girls her age, but Jamie was larger than her, and much, much more physically powerful. Within thirty seconds, she had Sam pinned. She pulled Sam's arms behind her and tied her together. Sam whimpered, "no," though she was dripping wet at what was happening to her, a fun little roleplay. Jamie powerfully grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees, sporting a reasonably sized seven-inch strap-on. "Suck it," she ordered, grabbing Sam's head, and forcing it onto the rubber cock. When Sam feigned reluctance, Jamie grabbed the back of her head and began to force it up and down. After a time, Sam's resistance ceased, and Jamie let her lick and suck up and down on her own, until she decided Sam was good and ready. She pulled her up, untied and re-tied her hands in front of her, then forced Sam down on the bed. She crawled on top of Sam, who looked up at her with an excellent imitation of fear. "Open up," Jamie said, and just a second later, launched herself forward, entering Sam's pussy to the hilt. In spite of herself, Sam screamed as she almost immediately flew into an incredible orgasm, spasming hard. Jamie ignored the orgasm Sam was feeling, and continued to plow into her. After a few minutes, she flipped Sam over. With all the cunt juice that had run down Sam's pussy and in between her ass, the bed was soaked, and so was her asshole. There was no need for any lubrication as Jamie rammed the full seven inches up Sam's ass. Sam screamed, half from pain, half from pleasure as Jamie continued to fuck her ass. Gradually, the pressure in her ass seemed to force the pain out of her to be replaced by a gradually swelling sense of pleasure. Somehow the pressure seemed to be building in her abdomen, until she felt herself pass the point of no return. "Yes! Yes! YES! YEEEESSSSSSSS!" She screamed as an orgasm tore out of her, her ass clenching and unclenching around the foreign invader. But Jamie wasn't done, continuing to pound Sam's ass to another orgasm, and another. They continued that way for the next hour or perhaps it was two. Sam lost track of time as Jamie variously fucked her anally, orally, and vaginally. Any pretense of pretense of resistance was gone. Sam simply wanted to be fucked, and Jamie simply wanted to oblige. She drifted off to sleep finally, snug against the powerful body of her beloved aunt. Completely content, her collar giving her comfort and happiness. End Chapter 7..... Hey all! It's been a while since I've updated, I know. I can't promise any further regularity. It's the summer break, so who knows what my schedule is like. At least I finally have my privacy and at least some free time. 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