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Kelly let herself into Heather’s mansion, careful to close the door behind her quietly. The longer she could be in the house without anyone knowing she was there, the faster she could complete her chores without…interruption.
It had been two months since Kelly’s fateful week of torture at the hands of Heather and, later, her brother Josh. The torture hadn’t stopped after that week- no, Kelly learned, it was just beginning- but it had at least gained a bit more day to day structure, which Kelly was somehow grateful for.
After Josh had taken her virginity in the train station washroom, filmed by both him and Heather, Kelly had gone home and begged her parents to switch schools. Without being able to tell them the reason, the argument ended with her parents reminding her it was the best school in the country and she was lucky to get to attend. As with all discussions with her parents, it was immediately over.
Kelly pretended she was sick the following day, unable to face her classmates who were undoubtedly bidding on the most recent videos. She realized that Josh had kept her pee-soaked panties from the train, so no doubt they were in the hands of some pervy upperclassman with money to spare. Kelly spent the day, and the weekend, wallowing in her misfortune.
That is, until Heather showed up at her house on Sunday.
“Kelly, you have a guest,” her mother said as she entered Kelly’s bedroom. Kelly hadn’t gotten out of bed all weekend, still feigning sick. “Heather from your school has come by to give you your homework and check on you, isn’t that nice?” her naive mom said pleasantly.
“Mom, no- please don’t let her in…” Kelly began, but it was too late- Heather was already behind Kelly’s mom.
Kelly’s mom blushed in embarrassment at Kelly’s rude comment. “You will have to excuse Kelly,” she stammered, “she has been sick for a few days and is clearly not herself. Will you be staying for a while, Heather? Can I get you anything?” Kelly’s mom asked.
“I would love to stay for a while,” Heather said sweetly, staring at Kelly. “A glass of ice water would be most appreciated. I will review Kelly’s homework with her to make sure she understands,” Heather said, her voice laced with threat.
Kelly cowered in her bed as Heather entered the room. Heather took her time removing her jacket, revealing a short purple skirt and matching crop top. Kelly could see her navel, as well as a considerable amount of cleavage. Kelly’s parents would never have let her leave the house in such an outfit, but Heather’s parents were rarely home, and never seemed to pay her any mind.
“Thank you so much,” Heather said as Kelly’s mom came back with the ice water. “The science homework is a bit complicated, so if it’s okay we will close the door and get to work,” Heather said in her sickly sweet voice. She spoke with just enough authority that Kelly’s mother nodded, quietly exiting the room and closing the door.
Heather locked it as soon as it closed.
“We have missed you at school, Kelly- both Josh and I were really hoping to see you on Friday,” she began. She maintained the sweetness in her voice, though her expression had turned predatory.
“I…I wasn’t feeling well after…everything,” Kelly replied quietly. She had wrapped the blanket from her bed up over her shoulders, covering the pink cotton tank top and shorts that she was wearing. She already felt goosebumps on her body- no doubt from fear…or was it butterflies?
“Yes, you did have a big week,” Heather admitted, twirling one of her red curls thoughtfully, “but you are going to have to get better- we have big plans for you,” she said with a smile.
Heather sat on Kelly’s bed, wiggling her hips so that she sat beside Kelly leaning up against the headboard of the bed. Kelly could smell her perfume, and was instantly transported back to the humiliation that Heather had inflicted on her. Kelly’s face flushed, and she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She couldn’t bring herself to speak without crying, so she remained silent.
Undeterred by Kelly’s body language, Heather continued. “Your newest videos are a hit,” she said proudly, “even with the kids at other schools- the internet is a beautiful place.”
Kelly blanched. Now it wouldn’t matter if she changed schools- everyone would already have seen her naked, humiliated, cumming.
“But enough about that, let’s get to your homework,” Heather said lightly- though she didn’t move to grab a single book from her knapsack.
“The first lesson that you missed is economics- we are learning about supply and demand,” she began. Kelly finally looked at her, confused- was Heather actually here to catch her up on missed lessons?
Of course not.
“You see, Kelly- we have created quite a demand for your pee- and cum-soaked panties, but we are lacking in supply,” she continued. “Of course short supply increases price when demand is high, but we also want to make sure to give the people what they want,” she giggled to herself.
“Do you understand the lesson, Kelly? How do you think we will increase supply?” Heather asked, her tone innocent.
“You need to make more videos, with someone else,” Kelly whispered.
“Ah, but now it’s time for the marketing lesson- personal branding. You see, Kelly, we have already created a very successful brand- a quiet nerdy girl is assaulted and forced to do all sorts of humiliating things…really, the brand creates itself. It is much more economical to push an existing brand with known success than to start something new,” Heather instructed.
“I don’t want this…I don’t want more videos…please just leave me alone,” Kelly replied, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.
Heather put a comforting arm around Kelly. “There, there, Kelly. I know it’s been a hard week- lots of new things,” she said gently. Kelly was confused when her body relaxed into her tormentor’s embrace, but she was too upset to think about it.
Heather stroked Kelly’s hair as she continued, “In health class, after learning about the body from your…demonstration, we are now learning about the mind- how we need to nurture it, and how structure and routine create safety, which leads to self expression- something about a pyramid of needs.”
Kelly resisted the urge to correct Heather by naming Maslow’s Hierarchy. Her academic prowess couldn’t help her now- it didn’t matter.
“It was actually a really good lesson,” Heather continued, “it made me think of you. Josh and I chatted last night, and we realized that you need some structure in order to be able to…express yourself- or at least, express our desires,” she said conspirationally.
Kelly sighed. She knew that protesting again wouldn’t matter, so she remained silent, hoping that Heather would tire of talking and eventually leave her alone- at least until the horrors resumed at school in the morning.
“Unpredictability makes humans feel unsafe, and can be detrimental to their overall health,” Heather preached. “Your health is important to us, Kelly, because we want you to be able to make videos for months and months to come- that’s why we were so concerned when we heard you were sick, and I had to come and see you.”
Kelly would’ve rolled her eyes at Heather’s insincerity, but there were too many silent tears falling from them.
“That’s why Josh and I have come up with a plan,” she said. Heather’s voice was excited; she sat up straighter, and propped Kelly up against the wall, forcing their eyes to meet. “I’m serious, Kelly- we want this to work- it’s way too lucrative not to. We can’t have you telling anyone or changing schools- or missing school,” she said emphatically, drying Kelly’s tears.
“It goes without saying that we need daily panties, with both pee and cum,” she began. Josh and I will supply you with new panties weekly, and you will return them to us appropriately used,” she said simply. “You will of course need to keep your own set of panties in the laundry rotation, so that your parents don’t ask questions, but that will just be for show- you will only wear the ones provided by Josh and I, and you will follow our exact instructions for wearing/using them before giving them back, understand?”
Kelly was listening, but fear (or excitement?) was bubbling in her stomach, making it difficult to focus. “So, you mean, all I have to do is wear the panties and give them to you, and you will leave me alone?” Kelly asked quietly, her voice betraying the sliver of hope that had started to bloom amid the fear.
“Not exactly,” Heather said. “The videos are still our most lucrative market, but with regular panty sales we can afford to be more…deliberate…with the videos. We won’t do daily videos, but instead we will do longer ones with more action,” she said matter-of-factly.
Kelly swallowed hard- of course she would never be free. “I won’t do them,” she said defiantly. “I will tell someone- I will…I will, I will fail out of school,” she said. The admission cost her- her academics were so important to her- but their school had a minimum required average, and if her parents wouldn’t let her transfer, she realized she would need to do something drastic.
“We were afraid you would say that,” Heather said. “Listen, Kelly- you already know that we can force you to do whatever we want,” she said gently. As if to make a point, she pinched Kelly’s nipple through her thin pyjamas. “We want to work with you- we want this to last a very, very long time,” she said, her fingers continuing to circle and pinch Kelly’s sensitive nipple.
It didn’t even occur to Kelly to swat Heather’s hand away; she remained sitting, watching her own nipple harden under Heather’s touch, as if it were happening to someone else. Heather’s hand moved to her other nipple, teasing it until it too stuck out of Kelly’s shirt.
“Anyway, in the interest of creating structure and routine for you to thrive, or whatever the health teacher said, we have created a plan for you. You will dress how we tell you each day. You will come to our house before school three days per week. You will deliver our completed homework and your used panties, and will then perform a few household chores until it’s time to get the train. Of course we have a housekeeper to do the housework, but we think that it would be good for you to serve us in different ways, to remember your place in this little dynamic,” she said.
“If the homework, panties, and the chores are completed to our standards, we will leave you alone as soon as we get off the train. The school day is yours to do with what you please, with no threat of washroom or locker room attacks. If things are not done to our standards, you will be punished- sometimes immediately, sometimes at a time of our choosing. Your punishments will, of course, be recorded and sold. You will also be required to film one video per week- the time, place, and content will be of our choosing.”
Heather paused, giving Kelly a chance to absorb the information. Heather cupped Kelly’s small breasts, working her nipples to the point where she could feel the sensation between her legs. Kelly’s mind was reeling; they wanted her to be a glorified maid AND their sex slave?! How was this better for her?!
Despite the chaos in her mind, her body relaxed into Heather’s touch. “That’s it, just relax. Think it over. This could be really good for you,” Heather cooed as she massaged Kelly’s breasts. She pulled Kelly’s shirt up to expose her breasts, cupping them with warm hands as she continued her massage. “I know it sounds like a lot- and it is- but at least this way you know what’s coming,” Heather rationalized. “Otherwise, you have a repeat of last week…well, every week,” she finished.
Kelly sighed- resignation at her predicament, or pleasure at Heather’s hands? Kelly’s mind started to cloud as the sensation between her legs grew louder. Of course she couldn’t agree to this- surrendering her agency to her tormentors, agreeing to willingly create porn for them- it was insane. Heather’s pinch of her nipple served as a quick reminder that they would take whatever they wanted from her anyway- and they could, given their father’s status as the largest donor to the school.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Kelly breathed, “You don’t need the money. Why humiliate me?”
Heather laughed softly. “When you have the resources that we do, opportunity is limitless. In short, Kelly, we do it because we can- because it’s novel, and a fun way to break up the day to day. You’re right, we don’t need the money,” she said, “…but you do.”
Kelly froze under Heather’s touch. “I…I would get the money?” Kelly asked tentatively. She sat up straighter, Heather’s hands not leaving her breasts.
“Not all of it, obviously,” Heather said hastily. “I would have to talk to Josh, but I am sure that we could work something out- a very small percentage of profits for your…cooperation,” she mused.
Kelly thought- as much as she could with Heather’s unrelenting touch on her breasts and nipples. If her humiliation was already a foregone conclusion, the best thing she could do is have something to show for it.
“Okay,” she said tentatively. “Okay, I…I’ll do it. I will do what you say, if I can have some of the money,” Kelly said.
“Good girl,” Heather purred, “I knew that you would come around to see reason. I am so glad that our little school lesson has paid off- you’ve passed the exam with flying colours,” Heather said. “Now, how about a little reward?”
Heather’s hands moved down Kelly’s stomach, cupping her pussy through the thin pyjama shorts. Kelly tensed, unprepared for the escalation- or the intrusion. Her body instantly remembered Heather’s invasive and humiliating touch, and recoiled as her fingers threatened Kelly’s privacy.
“Relax, Kelly- this is a reward,” she whispered. Heather’s free hand wrapped around Kelly’s chest, pressing her back into Heather’s full breasts. She cupped Kelly’s breast, her arm locking Kelly in place leaning against Heather. Heather’s other hand continued to rub Kelly between her legs, surprisingly gently.
“If you are a good girl for us, you will get lots of rewards, just like this,” she promised. Heather’s hand slipped under the shorts, finally finding purchase in Kelly’s slick slit. Kelly moaned before Heather’s hand covered her mouth.
“Shh, we don’t want your mom coming in and ruining all of our fun,” she teased. Kelly moaned into Heather’s hand- she couldn’t help it. Heather’s fingers circled her engorged clit, easily slipping through her wetness. “That’s it, relax Kelly, let it feel good,” she coached.
Kelly did.
Heather dipped a finger into Kelly’s hole. “Mmm, no longer a virgin, thanks to my brother,” she commented as she slipped a second finger in. “Still as tight as a virgin, though- our clients will love that,” she narrated as she began pumping her fingers in and out of Kelly.
Heather’s fingers reminded Kelly’s body of Josh’s cock; how much it hurt her at first, splitting her open- then how it started to feel good, how her body started to crave him. Kelly grinded her pussy on Heather’s fingers, hungry for more.
“That’s it Kelly, what a little slut you’ve become! That’s it, fuck my fingers- work for your orgasm,” she growled.
Kelly could feel her release building deep in her body. Her shame was buried in the pleasure granted by Heather’s hand, and her encouraging whispers on Kelly’s skin.
“Cum for me, Kelly,” Heather said, running her tongue along Kelly’s ear. “Cum for your owner.”
Kelly exploded, squirting all over Heather’s hand, and all over her sheets. Heather’s fingers didn’t relent until every single shiver had been coaxed from Kelly’s body. She stroked her cum-soaked fingers through Kelly’s hair, praising her.
“Such a good girl, Kelly. You are going to like your new life,” she said.
Kelly fell asleep in her tormentor’s arms. She woke up to an empty bed with damp sheets. On the bedside table was a printed schedule, list of instructions and wardrobe requirements, and a new package of panties.
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Kelly woke early the next day, filled with regret about her bargain with Heather. Not only had she failed to negotiate an actual percentage of the money, but she had essentially given Heather and her brother carte blanche over her entire life. What had she been thinking?!
Kelly blamed Heather’s wandering hands and silky voice in her ear- she hadn’t been in her right mind to agree to anything. Fear, trauma…and lust…had crowded her judgement. She would go to Heather and Josh’s house this morning and back out of their deal. No amount of money could make up for the loss of dignity that she would no doubt experience at their hands- as if she had any left to lose.
To further prove her point, she tore up the wardrobe list. She would wear her school uniform with pants today, instead of the skirt that she was instructed to wear. She threw the package of new panties in the trash.
She wouldn’t wear any panties at all.
Kelly’s resolve was waning as she knocked on the large double doors. A housekeeper answered, motioning her inside.
“Kelly, I presume?” she said stiffly.
“Y…yes,” Kelly stammered. She took a deep breath. “I need to speak with Heather and Josh,” she said strongly.
“They are upstairs getting ready, they will be down shortly,” the housekeeper said dismissively. “I believe you are to start with the breakfast dishes. The kitchen is to your left.” Without another glance, the housekeeper left to complete other tasks.
Kelly walked to the kitchen. She wouldn’t be doing any dishes, that’s for sure. She would wait for Heather and Josh to come downstairs, end their agreement, and then go to school. Kelly paced, letting her anger consume her. She was just as valuable as them, even if she didn’t come from their money or means. She had just as much right to dignity and freedom of choice. She didn’t work for them, they didn’t own her.
Kelly could feel her face flushing as she continued to get worked up. She would give them a piece of her mind, and then would be rid of them.
Wouldn’t she?
What would happen when she got to school? When they got to school? Kelly thought back to the washroom incident, and what happened in the locker room. Her flush of anger turned into embarrassment when she remembered that her entire class had seen her have an orgasm- if not live in health class, then no doubt on one of the now multiple videos of her humiliation that were circulating.
Kelly felt the hot rush of shame eclipse the indignation in her gut. She wrung her hands, now desperate for a way to channel the unpleasantness radiating through every cell in her body.
When Heather and Josh came downstairs, Kelly was washing the breakfast dishes.
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“That’s a very good girl,” Josh smirked as he came to stand behind her. Kelly hadn’t even realized what she was doing- she tended to clean when she was stressed or working something out at home, and had unconsciously started washing the dishes in her discomfort.
She dropped the bowl that she had been scrubbing, and tried to step away from the sink- but Josh was directly behind her, pinning her small frame to the counter. She could feel the heat of his body, and of his breath in her ear. “I am so glad you agreed to our little…arrangement,” he said, “you are going to make such a good little pet.”
“Partner,” Kelly choked out, “but I am here to…to tell you that I am…I am not going through with it. No deal,” she said, as bravely as her voice would allow with Josh surrounding her. His cologne was intoxicating; it brought her back to the bathroom floor of the train station, his hard cock taking her pussy for the first time. The fear and arousal that she experienced then started coursing through her all over again.
“No take backs, I’m afraid- your compliance was sealed with an orgasm, remember?” Heather said with a smirk. “We all know that you don’t have a choice in this, Kelly- do the smart thing and at least take a cut of the profits.”
“Ah, yes, Heather informed me of your little deal,” Josh said, his hands cupping Kelly’s breasts as he held her over the sink. She could feel the outline of his hard cock against her ass, through her trousers. His hands were much rougher and more demanding than his sister’s had been the night before.
“Clever of you- but yes, you will get a share of the profits from the panties and the videos,” he said. Heather watched from the other side of the kitchen, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she cupped her own breasts.
“Ten percent, annually,” Josh declared. Kelly froze, her heart sinking.
“Annually,” Heather repeated, her nipples peaking under her blouse as her brother fondled Kelly. “You will get your first payment a year from now, if you’re a good girl for us,” she clarified.
“That’s not fair,” Kelly protested. Josh pinched her nipples roughly, causing her to yelp. She somehow knew that the housekeeper wasn’t going to rush to her aid.
“We think it’s more than fair,” Josh taunted her. “You are going to learn that it doesn’t matter what you think. You work for us, we own you. You will do as we say- exactly as we say- for the next year, and if you manage not to disappoint us, you will get your money. Ten percent may not seem like a lot, but I assure you it’s more than you’ll ever have- it will put you through any post-secondary degrees that you could imagine, as a start.”
Kelly’s next protest was swallowed as Josh’s hand circled her neck. He squeezed, trapping Kelly’s words inside her. “We don’t expect perfection,” he mused, “we know you will make mistakes. As long as you submit for inspections, punishment, and videos, you will get your cut. Understood?”
Kelly nodded, as much as his grip on her throat would permit.
“Good girl,” he growled in her ear.
“Speaking of,” Heather said, “your outfit choice today leaves something to be desired,” she noted. “Mainly, ease of access- wouldn’t you agree brother?”
Josh growled his agreement as he reached a greedy hand between Kelly’s covered legs. “Our little rebellious Kelly,” he chided. He grabbed her pussy roughly, lifting her to her tip toes and holding her against him with his forearm across her throat. “You will be punished for this lapse in judgement, and will never wear pants in our presence again. Your pussy will be accessible to us at any time, and you will submit to us for inspection or use at any time- do you understand?”
Kelly said nothing- partially because Josh’s arm was choking her, partially because she was focused on the pain of his grip between her legs, and partially because she didn’t want to concede to them yet again.
Josh let her go, just long enough to turn her around to face him. She looked up at him, intensity and greed in his eyes. Kelly swallowed hard, just before he slapped her across the face.
“Do you understand?” he repeated.
“He isn’t going to repeat himself again,” Heather observed casually from somewhere behind Kelly.
“Yes,” Kelly breathed, the shock of Josh’s hand across her face causing more flushing than the impact.
“Yes, what?” Heather demanded.
“Yes, Master,” Kelly mumbled.
“Good girl, now you will submit for your punishment. I think that you owe us both an apology for your attempted rebellion this morning,” Josh mused as he turned Kelly back around. He undid her trousers, pulling them to her ankles as Kelly watched Heather climb atop the kitchen island. Heather sat in front of Kelly, cross legged in her school skirt.
“No panties, tut tut,” Josh remarked, “just like my slut of a sister,” he said affectionately. Kelly looked at Heather’s open legs and saw that he was correct.
“I don’t like to be restricted,” Heather said lightly, bringing her fingers to her clit and starting to rub.
“Such a hedonist,” Josh laughed. “Now pet, you need to be punished- make it up to each of us for your disobedience this morning. You need to learn to do as we say, and stop thinking for yourself. Your life will be so much easier this way,” he explained.
“Sister, how can Kelly make it up to you?” he asked innocently.
Heather feigned thoughtfulness as she continued to masturbate in front of Kelly. She brought her wet fingers to Kelly’s mouth and forced them inside; Kelly could taste Heather’s need on her tongue. “I think I will give her a choice, given this is her first punishment,” she mused. “Kelly, you can either polish my pussy with that tongue of yours, or you can be my pissing pot before we leave for school. Which do you think says ‘I’m sorry for being a disobedient slut’ better, Kelly?”
Kelly flushed- at Heather’s language, at the taste of her, at Josh’s hands kneading her naked ass. “I…I don’t know,” Kelly said around Heather’s fingers. Heather pulled her fingers out of Kelly’s mouth, wiping the trailing spit across her face.
“Yes you do, you little slut,” Josh said. He was running his fingers up and down Kelly’s slit. “Your little pussy is soaked at the thought,” he chided. “Embrace it, Kelly. You know you like being our little whore. You know you like serving us in every depraved way we can think of. If you didn’t like it so much, you wouldn’t keep cumming,” he said. He licked Kelly’s juices off of his fingers to make his point.
“Don’t worry, Kelly, you will get lots of opportunities to eat my pussy and drink my piss- the question is, which do you want to do now? Don’t make me wait- we will be late for school, and that will earn you another punishment. Pick one, now.”
Heather opened her legs, spreading her lips open. Josh bent Kelly at the waist, holding her torso down on the island. Kelly’s face was inches from Heather’s pussy; her smell somehow making Kelly’s mouth water.
“Pussy,” Kelly mumbled.
“What’s that? I couldn’t hear her, could you Josh?” Heather asked.
Josh drove his leg between Kelly’s, spreading her feet apart while keeping her pinned to the island. “No, I couldn’t hear her. Speak up, slut. Tell us what you want,” he ordered.
“I want to lick Heather’s pussy, please, to say I’m sorry,” Kelly said. She was humiliated, but also distracted as Josh’s hand started to rub her ass.
“I thought so- the taste on my fingers just wasn’t enough,” Heather said.
“Good girl, Kelly. See, that wasn’t so hard. Now eat my sister’s pussy while I punish you. Five slaps. Plant your feet, don’t move- don’t tense up, or it will hurt more. Focus on licking my sister, and if you can take all five your punishment will be over.”
Kelly took a breath and planted her feet. She felt terror course through her as Josh’s hand left her ass, knowing that the first blow was imminent.
When it landed, Kelly screamed- right into Heather’s wet pussy.
Her ass was on fire, her knees had buckled- but Heather’s hands in her hair and Josh’s hand on her back stabilized her. Kelly’s tongue was on Heather’s clit, her scent coating Kelly’s nose and mouth. Kelly licked and licked, feeling Heather’s clit harden under her tongue.
The second blow came, forcing another scream from deep within Kelly.
“I like it when she screams on my pussy,” she heard Heather say, “the vibration feels good. Three more Kelly, keep licking- I can allllmost tell that you’re sorry.”
Kelly swirled her tongue around Heather’s clit, wishing she could fast forward through the next three spankings. Her ass already felt raw, and her body was gripped with fear. Heather pressed her face into her pussy, forcing Kelly to be strategic about taking breaths.
Josh landed the third and fourth spank in quick succession, not leaving Kelly any time to react. She could feel tears sting her eyes, but they were lost in Heather’s wetness that coated her cheeks and chin.
“That’s it, good girl. Make me cum, show me you’re sorry,” Heather coached. She held Kelly’s head still, grinding her pussy against her mouth. Kelly kept her tongue out, stiffening and relaxing it in rhythm with Heather’s movements.
Josh’s fifth slap started Heather’s orgasm. Kelly’s knees buckled, Josh caught her by the waist. Heather’s legs wrapped around Kelly, keeping her head locked on Heather’s pussy. Kelly felt Heather’s orgasm on her tongue, her clit twitching before the orgasm rocked the rest of her body. Heather cried out, riding Kelly’s tongue the whole way through.
Kelly was too lost in the moment to realize that Josh was inside her, pumping into her tight pussy. He held her down on the island, forcing Kelly to absorb every last second of his sister’s orgasm.
Then Kelly absorbed every last second of her own, and of his.
Josh filled her pussy for the second time ever, and Kelly’s legs buckled as she lost herself to him. This time it was both Josh and Heather holding her down as pleasure tore through her.
“See how good it feels to obey?” Josh growled in her ear as he pulled out. Kelly could feel his cum dripping down her leg, and his sister’s cum on her chin.
“Yes, Master,” Kelly replied.
“You took your punishment well,” he said, gently rubbing her tender ass. “Heather is going to get a skirt and panties for you. You will wear the panties all day, feeling my cum soak through them. You will wear them through gym class, and sleep in them all night. Tomorrow when you get here, Heather will piss on them as you wear them, and then you will piss in them. Then we will give you a new pair,” he instructed.
“Yes, Master,” Kelly replied.
She was still laying across the kitchen island trying to catch her breath when she heard the front door close as her newly minted owners went to school. She had been spanked, forced to eat pussy, and had her own pussy invaded, all before 8am.
Was she forced if she technically asked to lick Heather’s pussy? She knew she had earned the spanking with her disobedience- both Josh and Heather had been clear about the consequences, and Kelly had chosen- they were just holding up their end. Also, now that Kelly had done as she was told, she had the entire day free from their influence and torment. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
The housekeeper peered in the kitchen, seeing Kelly in yet another humiliation. Kelly was too spent to even react- or maybe it was just that it no longer mattered to her if she was seen naked and abused.
“You’re going to be late for school,” the housekeeper said brusquely. She walked over to Kelly, helping her to stand up.
“Step out of your pants. I will wash them for you and you can bring them home tomorrow,” she said. “You didn’t finish the dishes, but given it’s your first day I will do the rest- just this one time. If you fail to complete your chores in the future, that’s on you- as will be the punishment.”
Kelly was too stunned at the housekeeper’s nonchalance to respond.
“White with pink stripes, cute little bow at the front,” the housekeeper said as she opened the new package of panties. “They will show all the morning pee the best,” she explained.
She helped Kelly step into the new panties, first using them to wipe Heather’s cum off of Kelly’s face. She parted Kelly’s legs and pulled them up high so that they were snug against her pussy. She cupped them to Kelly’s mound, tucking them slightly into her slit to get them wet with Josh’s (and, admittedly, Kelly’s) cum. “There you go, that’s it. Now let’s get your skirt on so you’re not late for school.”
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