Stop Enslaving My Friends! Pt. 02

Stop Enslaving My Friends! Was originally intended to be a one-off. Given the response it got, and specifically the amount of people asking for Kyle and Katy's story to be continued, it seemed only fair to give the story the continuation people asked for.

If you don't remember the original, it takes place during the summer between Katy's junior and senior year of college. Her four best friends, with whom she used to be inseparable, came together to try to reclaim the magic of their friendship with a sleep over. They intended to drink and watch movies they used to like and indulge in a bit of tormenting of her younger brother Kyle. All nostalgic acts for the group who had sleep overs like that all through high-school. Kyle had finished his freshman year at community college, and was used to the pranks of his sister's friends. What he was not used to was his sister's friends becoming his enthusiastic sex slaves.

Kimberly: Blond prankster whose life has fallen apart. Dropped out of university after her father died, and now works at a dying movie theater.

Kaitlin: Chinese American, going to business school because she wanted her share of the family company rather than let it be gifted to her male relatives.

Kendra: African American, going to school Down South. Wants to be a lawyer, and also wants to reconnect with her own heritage.

Kinsley: The perpetrator of the magic, she's been studying languages and literature Back East. She acquired a book of magic that she didn't understand as well as she thought she did, and now Kimberly, Kaitlin, Kendra, and herself have all become Kyle's sex slaves.

Katy: Kyle's sister, and previously the anchor of her group of friends.

=/= A Second Beginning =/=

"Kyle," Katy asked in a way that implied that no answer was expected to be acceptable, "why are my friends dressed like that?" It was an excellent question, and one Kyle also wanted to know the answer to. When he had opened the front door, his sister's friends, his slaves if they were to be believed, were on the front porch dressed in skimpy maid outfits with little devil horns attached to their headbands. Obviously, he'd let them into the house immediately, his curiosity burning no more than his embarrassment at their antics.

With a heavy sigh, Kyle looked over the four women in slutty Halloween costumes. It was July, so he wasn't sure why anyone would be in costume. "OK, I'll bite, Kimberly? Why are you dressed like that?" Kimberly's blond curls swallowed the headband, which would have made the horns look real if they weren't obviously made of felt. Her sizable breasts left considerable side-boob visible around the apron, though even that was not as substantial as Kendra's boob spillage.

Despite her attire, Kimberly didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. "Well, Master, we were going through your clothes and we found a shirt with a demon maid on it. And Kinsley said that if you liked demon maids that we should make that our uniform." He stared at Kinsley like she was insane. It took him a moment to realize that they were talking about a shirt that was based on a CD cover, and his expression did not become any less incredulous. It was one of those shirts that wouldn't be cool enough to wear if it wasn't associated with a CD, and a CD that wouldn't be cool enough to listen to if it wasn't for the shirt. It was like a shirt or album from the Misfits in that way. Kimberly's voice became smaller and she looked at her own hands rather than his face. "She said that if we were your naughty maids... maybe you'd... punish us." Katy looked directly at Kyle, and for a brief moment he felt like they were on the same page. Both confused and a little bit offended at what Kimberly had said.

Whatever sisterly connection she shared with him lasted hardly a moment, she scrunched her face up and screamed at him with hate in her eyes. "Fuck you, Kyle! What kind of sick torture games are you putting my friends through?!" She strode with deliberation toward him and brought her hand back as if to strike him in the face. He flinched, but the blow never came.

Kendra's death grip blanched Katy's skin, heightening the color contrast between the two women's arms. "You shoulda just sat there, and ate your food, Katy." All of the women had changed in the years since high-school had ended for them, but for Kendra the most obvious change was her adoption of new manners of speech that she'd acquired in the South. Kyle's sister tried to tug her hand free of Kendra's, but the taller woman was also stronger, and the struggle was in vain. "Did you really think this bitch was going to let you raise your hand against her owner like that? I know you know better, Katy. Now it's time for Kyle to spank yo ass. And when he done, he can spank me."

"And me!" Kaitlin chimed in. "Once Katy's good and spanked, Master Kyle can spank the rest of us." There was a general agreement of murmurs and head noddings.

A look of real fear passed across Katy's face. "C'mon guys! We've been friends for a long time. Don't let Kyle spank me! It's Kyle!" The identity of the prospective spanker seemed to alarm her more than the potential spanking itself.

Suddenly Kimberly seemed actively angry. "Let him? Let him?!" Her curly blond hair and sizable chest warmers bounced in indignation. "We don't let Master Kyle do anything! If he chooses to beat us, that's his right. If he wants us to hold you down so he can beat you, that's something we're prepared to do." She waved her finger in front of Katy's increasingly alarmed face,

Kyle had had enough. "Stop it!" He commanded, and Kendra immediately released his sister. "All of you! What the fuck? No one is spanking anyone right now."

Everyone stopped. Kaitlin was the first to speak. "Understood, Master. Your protectiveness of your property is reasonable." There wasn't a single hint in her dark, almond-shaped eyes that she was kidding. Not even a hint.

Katy vibrated with rage. "Fuck you, Kyle." Rounding on her friends, she pointed her finger at each in turn. "Why are you bitches taking his side? He's fucking enslaving you! You dumb whores better wake up, or you're going to be in some weird polycule with Loser Kyle." She stomped out of the room and slammed the door.

The awkward silence was eventually broken by Kinsley, who looked completely comfortable in her frilly skirt and apron, her lithe body looking graceful and elegant in the ridiculous fetish costume. "This is all going to be so much easier once she accepts Kyle as her master." She said it as a simple matter of fact, like she was commenting on the weather. There was a general murmur of agreement and nodding of heads, at least from the women wearing maid outfits, though notably there was one person who didn't seem to agree.

"Kinsley," Kyle said with a grim turn in his voice, "come with me. We need to talk." He looked at the other three. "The rest of you, put on some normal clothes."

=/=

"Master," Kinsley began placatingly, "I can tell that you're angry. Would you like to beat me until I can no longer tell pleasure from pain?" There was an odd hopefulness in her voice.

After a moment of face palming, Kyle got it together to attempt a stern expression. "Kinsley, you said I own you, right? That you're like, my slave or whatever?" He looked to her for confirmation, and she bobbed her head in agreement. "You don't seem very obedient today. It's almost like you're trying to piss me off. But I'm not doing whatever it is that you're trying to get me to do. If I understand all this properly, which I don't, but like, to the extent that I understand this: if I fuck you, you should become more obedient, right?"

The brown haired woman waxed philosophical. "As my owner, there are many ways you could increase my obedience. The preferred method would be torture. By pushing me to the edge of sanity through agony and despair, you could break my will more completely. I have brought a number of implements through which you can work your will upon me through pain." She looked at him expectantly, and he tapped his foot impatiently. "Um... there is also advancement through ritual and sorcery. As you accumulate magical power, your authority over your slaves will naturally increase."

"You're stalling, Kinsley." He stated it simply. "I order you to tell me if fucking you is going to make you more obedient."

Emotions warred across the woman's pale face, and then she let out a defeated sigh. "Yes, Master. Just as you assumed ownership over me by fucking my mouth and pussy, you can achieve further ownership by fucking other parts of me." Considering the property rights he already had, that revelation seemed vaguely disturbing, and he resolved to talk to Kaitlin about it later. He made a get on with it hand gesture, and she looked at the floor. "And um... yes, being fucked by you in places that you've already claimed will presumably increase my submission to you. But that doesn't mean you aren't allowed to mark my skin with stripes of purple and red." She looked up into his eyes. "I know you're still angry with me, Master. You could take out your frustration on my body. All of your frustrations, not just things you're mad at me about." She looked at him like a puppy expecting a walk.

For years, Katy and her friends had looked down on him. First literally, but even after his high-school growth spurts made him taller than even Kendra and they could no longer treat him as smaller, they continued to treat him as lower. Even before she'd been accepted as a legacy to a prestigious university in Massachusetts, Kinsley had considered herself farther above him even than his own sister did. It was a strange experience to be treated with such subservience by any of them, Kinsley most of all. So before he steeled himself to give orders he really looked at Kinsley. While she was slightly tall for a woman, he was five inches taller than the pale skinned brunette. His broad shoulders completely eclipsed her slender frame, he was physically much more powerful than she was. At nineteen, he was still technically a teenager, but despite the fact that Kinsley could legally buy alcohol the age difference between them felt less significant than it ever had. "Kinsley," he said with as much authority as he could muster, "strip. Strip and lie back on my bed."

A brief flash of disappointment flashed across her face, but the brown haired woman exposed her pale flesh in a manner that was neither fast nor slow, yet definitely gradual enough to be sensual. When her nakedness exposed, she gave an unhurried twirl. "Do you like what you see, Master?" Kyle nodded, admitting that he did. She lay back on top of his bed and spread her legs. She was undeniably spreading them for him, an experience that was entirely new. He'd had sex before, obviously, but he'd never had a woman open herself up to be ravished by him. It made him feel like a medieval lord. His cargo shorts hit the floor with no gradualness or subtlety, and his plaid boxers followed immediately after. "Oh." Kinsley said, as she saw his rod pop up into view. "I'm going to be tamed."

Kyle got on top of her, his hips between her legs, his arms on either side of hers. "Yes Kinsley, you're going to be a lot more obedient from now on." He plunged into her, his cock parting the folds of her pussy like a knife cutting birthday cake. Kinsley groaned, and wrapped her narrow legs around his butt. He'd taken her before, but this was the first time she had given herself to him. He filled her completely, and she pulled him in with her legs. "Isn't that right, Kinsley?"

The brown haired bookworm screamed in agreement, and then she just screamed. Kyle found that he was enough larger than Kinsley that he was worried about hurting her, but she seemed utterly unconcerned. "Oh yes! Master Kyle, I'll be so obedient now! It's so good to be owned by you!" Not knowing what else to do, he bent down and kissed her on the mouth. She came. Hard. "Sorry that I doubted you, Master. Please own me forever." She clung to him as a limpet clings to the rock. Only after he sprayed his semen into her did she relax into a contented puddle on his bed.

Rolling over onto his side, he watched the rise and fall of Kinsley's chest for a while before speaking. "OK Kinsley. You mentioned a book. What is it?"

"Von Unaussprechlichen Kulten," she pronounced flawlessly in German, "it's a book of nineteenth century German philosophy, sorcery, and secret knowledge of ancient cults." Kinsley lay her head back on his pillow, implying that she was done answering his question.

Figuring that nineteenth century German philosophy was probably harmless, Kyle chose to ask about the sorcery. "I take it that you used some sort of sorcery to make this all happen?" She didn't answer, but her silence was so deafening as to be as good as a frank admission. "Earlier you seemed pretty disappointed that your friends had become my slaves, what was your sorcery supposed to do?"

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she took a moment to center herself before answering. "I was trying to recreate an ancient cult. Find a master, a real master, to bind myself to for eternity. Someone who could torture me in darkness until I could no longer distinguish pleasure from pain." He stared at her like her explanation had been in the original German. "The magic is supposed to find someone worthy of the power. Someone who will create a cult of pain slaves to dominate and abuse."

"I'm glad you failed."

"Me too," she admitted, "but that's probably just my enslavement talking."

=/=

"Look," Kendra said, "we can't have you back on yo BS. You gotta treat Kyle with respect now." She had her hands on her hips like she was lecturing a child.

Rather than contrition, her admonishment was met with utter confusion. "What are you on about, Kendra?" Katy fumed. "I haven't given Kyle any respect since I was six years old, why the actual fuck would I start now?"

After a short but theatrical pshaw, Kendra replied. "I know you ain't that basic, Katy. Kyle owns me now. He owns a lotta people. Kaitlin? Owned. Kinsley? Owned. Kimberly? You know she owned! So if you come for Kyle, you're gonna catch hands from all of us. Don't be cray cray, can't we all just get along?"

Katy got a wine cooler out of the fridge. "How long are you going to keep this up, Kendra? I can believe you want to be someone's slave, and I don't mean that in a racist way. But there's no way you want to be Kyle's slave. He's just... Kyle. He's my little brother. The skateboarding loser. All of us were punking on him like five minutes ago." She took a seat and waved at the other seat.

Taking the offered chair, the taller woman went into storyteller mode. "Well, when Kimberly went to photo Kyle's package, we all thought it was gonna be hella funny, right? Aight, but maybe lowkey we wanted those pictures because we thought there might be somethin to see. And I know you didn't want us to go lookin, but why you do that? Sure, he your brotha, but maybe part of that was that you knew there was somethin to see."

Color drained from Katy's face. "What exactly are you implying, Kendra?"

"Kyle ain't no rando, miss girl, he is packing." She made a two handed gesture to indicate what she was talking about. Katy made a retching face in response. "Now I'm sure you been knew about that, you are his sister. Ain't no way he been manning himself around the house these last few years without you having knowledge to that effect. It is im-plausible." She gave her longtime friend a look that was both sassy and expectant. "So I'm sure you know eg-zactally why we slavin for Master Kyle. His game game is too strong." She twitched her eyebrows suggestively. "Too strong."

She closed her eyes and counted to three before responding. "Kendra, if you can't stop being a fuck slave, can you please stop leaking on the carpet?" It was damn witty, but when she saw Kendra's hurt expression she regretted saying it.

"Katy," Kendra spoke as if she was starting over, which in a way she was, "you're like family to me. And now that Kyle owns me, you're like, literally family." She leaned forward, her box braids trailing across the kitchen table. "I love you, Katy. And I need you to stop being a stubborn bitch about this. We're his property now, and you need to accept that. If you need to fuck Kyle yourself to understand how much better it is to be his property, we can probs arrange that for you."

"Ew." Katy put her wine cooler down on the table unopened.

=/=

"Kaitlin," he asked, "can you tell me more about property rights and slaves?" He'd taken the Chinese American woman back to his room, and he could tell from the sly and jealous looks of the others that they all expected him to be fucking her.

Kaitlin herself was looking at his crotch hungrily while she began stammering an answer. "Well, as my owner you can um... break me... or sell me..." Surprisingly, her difficulties seemed like they stemmed from a severe case of horniness rather than the abject terror he thought such a statement should be accompanied by.

"Sorry to interrupt," he cut in, and she snapped to attention like she'd been called on in school, "but you seem really distracted. Would you find answering these questions easier if you sat on my cock?" He felt very skeevy even asking the question. It was the kind of thing people said just before they got slapped. And yet, he had asked it as a serious question.

He got a serious answer. "Oh, thank you, Master. That would be much better." She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bralette, revealing her rigid nipples and allowing them to poke out at him from her A-cup breasts. She fell to her knees and her small hands busied themselves with his fly. When she had pulled his plaid boxers down enough, she cooed at the man meat that sprung up to point at her face. "Oh." Unbidden, she gave a few kittenish licks to his mushroom head. "You fucked me into slavery with this, Master Kyle. Now you can do whatever you want with me."

Kyle sat on his bed, and as soon as Kaitlin had shimmied out of her skirt he helped her pull down her red panties. She climbed into his lap and they both guided him into her cunt. Once impaled, she pushed herself down to the base. She sighed and leaned back into his chest, content to simply have him fill her rather than frantically humping herself. "Kaitlin?" He wrapped his arms around the delicate woman and kissed her neck. She sighed in acknowledgment. "Kinsley was saying that she thought that if I fucked you in more places, that I'd have more property rights. Does that sound possible?"

The question itself seemed to work her up, and she started making small but forceful movements with her hips. "Oh wow. Yes, Master. That makes a lot of sense. When you fucked my mouth and pussy, you acquired a lot... a lot of property rights. So if you fucked me in a third hole, your ownership would naturally increase." She groaned at the prospect. "Ooooh. Yes, Master, you could have so many more property rights."

While having his dick in her seemed to bring Kaitlin a bit of clarity, Kyle was finding it pretty distracting. "I already have more property rights than I even want. I mean, you'd let me beat you or sell you to someone else, right?" She gasped and made a high-pitched sound that he took as affirmation. "So what rights are even left?"

"Mmmmm. Master, all rights of ownership are conditional. There are... additional properties of ownership. Mining rights. Modification rights. So many... so much ownership. All you have to do... is put it in." As Kaitlin contemplated the possibilities, she thrust herself onto his penis with more and more furor. She squealed as she came, arching her back into his chest.

Kyle found the prospect pretty disturbing. He didn't know what mining rights had to do with women, and he didn't think he wanted to find out. But despite his troubled mind, the feeling of enthusiastically wet pussy was soon too much for him, and he filled Kaitlin's box with white sauce. She cooed and melted into his lap.

=/=

"Master," Kimberly said brightly, "I heard you were going to dominate us more thoroughly by fucking us up the ass. Did you want to beat me thoroughly before breaking me with anal sex?" The blond woman jiggled her delicious breasts and then turned her back to him and shook her booty shorts at him in invitation. They looked painted on, and left little of her smooth and athletic rear to the imagination.

"Dammit Kimberly," he grumbled, "I think you're more than enslaved enough. I don't even want to know what will happen to you if we take this master and slave stuff any farther." While his resolve held, he wasn't made of stone, and he put his hand on the offered booty. Her cheek covered his palm in a very satisfying way, and she began rubbing herself on him like a cat in heat. "Actually, I want to talk to you about what we're doing. With like, the future and shit."

With her butt in his hand, Kimberly leaned against him and grabbed his other hand to place on her breast. "I assume that my future is to be your slave until you sell me or throw me away." Her literal words were horrifying, but she said them so sensuously that he almost wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her again right there and then.

Giving her assets a light squeeze, Kyle bent down and nuzzled her neck. "I'm never going to sell you or throw you away, Kimberly. I wanted to talk about what we'll do in the future. What we're going to tell everyone." He held onto her tightly, as if he was assuring himself that she was real. "No one is going to believe that I suddenly got four beautiful girlfriends. They'd think I was your drug dealer or something." Many scenarios floated through his brain, and an alarming number of them ended up with the cops getting called on him.

A giggle escaped Kimberly's lips. "Oh, Master, you don't have to stop at four slaves. There are more women who could be dominated by you. I'm sure there are women in your skater group who could clean up well as your sex slave." His mind drifted to Kassidy and Khloe, both of whom had dated various members of his friend group at times. "I know you liked hate-fucking me, aren't there other women who have wronged you who need to learn the lessons that only Master Kyle's cock can teach?" He recalled his ex girlfriend Kelly, who had left him for someone from an older year. He could well imagine taking her back and extracting apologies from her pussy. "You go to community college, there's got to be some hottie in your classes that would be better off enslaved to your dick." The girl to Dave ratio in his physics class wasn't fantastic, but it was true that everyone wanted a piece of Khadija. Kyle was by no means immune to her charms. "Kinsley's mom Kelilah is still fine as hell, I'm sure she'd love to be put on a leash." When he was a freshman in high-school, he had noticed the sexiness of every one of the moms of Katy's friends. There had been a time when those women had featured heavily in his sexual fantasies, being that they were women rather than the girls he was exposed to on a daily basis. He hadn't thought of them for years, their womanly virtues having been supplanted in his dreams as the girls he knew became women themselves. Kimberly's claim that Kinsley's mom still had it was definitely worth considering. Kimberly, after all, knew what she was talking about when it came to women who were fine as hell. "And even in this house, Katy from our group still isn't a slave."

That was enough to break the spell. "What the fuck?" Kyle coughed. "Why would you even suggest that? Unlike the rest of you, Katy is my sister." The thought sent a shudder through him, and thoughts of gorgeous women submitting to him were chased away by memories of his sister yelling at him, insulting him, and pushing him around. There were a lot of those memories, they took up a lot of head space.

Kimberly turned so she could look over her shoulder at him. "I know that before you enslaved me, I would be very much against you sexually dominating Katy and turning her into a fuck pet. But now that I realize what it's like for me to be owned by you, I want you to own her too." She turned all the way around and gazed into his eyes with sincerity. "Katy has been my friend for a long time. When we moved here, I needed to find new friends at a new high-school, and Katy was the first girl who reached out to me. I know she's always been a bitch to you, we all have, but she has been the best of friends to me. She would be happier if she was dominated by your cock, and fucked into total submission and ownership. Every one of us is grateful that you took ownership of our pussies, and once you conquer Katy, she'll be grateful too. There's a lot for you to be mad about, and I know you probably don't feel like you want to do things for her, or for me, but as your slave I would very much appreciate it if I could share my servitude with my best friend." She batted her eyelashes at him and made a pleading expression.

Something in Kyle's brain had to reboot, and he just stared at the beautiful blond woman until several heartbeats had passed. "Kimberly, if just being a bitch to me for several years and going out of your way to make me feel like shit time and time again was enough to keep me from fucking you, I absolutely would not have fucked you." She winced at his description, both for its venom and for its accuracy. "Katy is my sister. She's the worst one of you, but she's also flesh and blood. I can't just go around fucking my own family. Where do you think we are?"

"Master," she pleaded, "it's bigger than that. Yes, you'd have to fill her with your incestuous seed, but you'd also be dominating her sexually and making her into an obedient sex slave. You'd be able to work out your sexual frustrations on your sister for the rest of her life. Or until you sold her to someone else, I guess."

Kyle sighed. He really didn't feel won over by Kimberly's sales pitch at all. "Kimberly? Your mouth is filled with too much talk, and not enough cock." He pulled out his middle appendage and she eagerly knelt down and began taking the rod into her mouth. "Stop trying to convince me to enslave my sister. That's not what I wanted to talk to you about, understand?" He looked down at Kimberly's golden curls as they moved forward and back over his spit-shined man meat.

"Gluk. Gluk. Gluk." Kimberly said, which he took for an agreement.

"What I was trying to get at," he admonished the blond woman, "is that I think you should be my girlfriend."

"Gluk. Gluk-" Kimberly ceased her blowjob. She looked up at her master incredulously, as if she simply could not believe what she had heard.

Seeing his slave show real doubt was a relief to him. As things had progressed, he'd felt things get progressively more out of control. And a big part of that was how the women just carried on as if it was a totally normal idea that he be allowed to do horrible things to them. The first time one of them had really balked was when he'd suggested adding some romance to his domination of her of her body and mind. It was perhaps a slight blow to his pride, but overall it felt productive. Like the Kimberly who had set him up as the butt of so many cruel pranks was still alive in there. "Yeah, so I was thinking that no one is going to believe that all of you are my sex slaves, or even that you all want to hang out with me. But if one of you were my girlfriend, the rest of you could come hang out with me without that seeming implausible to people. And to be honest, I think you're the only one that people would actually believe might stoop to dating me." Kimberly's life had fallen apart over the previous two years. Deaths in the family, dropping out of college, moving back home, getting a shitty job, it was a pretty humiliating story. Why not add 'dating friend's younger brother' to all that?

At first Kimberly tried to answer around his penis that was still in her mouth. That didn't work very well, and Kyle had her try it again with his cock just resting against her face. "Master Kyle, I accept your plan because you own me and I don't have any choice. But if I was able to reject you, I don't think that I would." The gears in his brain cranked their way through the nested negatives until he figured out what she was trying to say, and then he kneeled down to her level and kissed her. "Now," she inquired with a smile, "how would you like to fuck your girlfriend?"

Kyle had hate-fucked Kimberly's slave pussy from every possible angle. Fucking it slowly and tenderly was a new experience. One he intended to repeat many times in the future.

=/=

"Guess what, mah nigga?" Kimberly approached Kendra with hands out and a huge smile, so it didn't take a great detective to figure out she wanted to share good news.

Kendra stood in mock thought for a moment. "What What?" She referenced a meme so old that they'd found it through a nostalgic Tumblr post back in their sophomore year of high-school.

Kimberly shook her head, sending a cascade of curls dancing in all directions. "Even better! Master Kyle has appointed me his girlfriend!" Kendra grabbed her hands and they both squealed.

"That's gas, queen!" Kendra turned to the other women. "Didja hear that? Kimberly is a girlfriend now! That's one of the highest levels of harem slave you can be!"

The others didn't seem nearly as enthused. Kinsley looked pensive. Katy looked actually angry. Kaitlin just had a question: "Kendra, why does Kimberly get to use the N-word? She's like, literally the whitest one of us." Whether that was true or not depended on definitions. Kinsley had paler skin, but Kimberly had lighter hair.

The black woman thought about it. "Well, it's not like she usin the hard-R, so it's not The N-word. But y'all know she been through some things. She earned her spot as mah nigga."

Kaitlin seemed hurt. "I've been through some things too! I'm a sex slave now!"

Shaking her head, Kinsley put her hand on the Chinese American's shoulder. "No, you're an Asian sex slave, Kaitlin. It's racist in a whole different way."

"Don't get distracted," Katy said icily, "why are you girls being happy about Kimberly going out with Kyle?" She looked around at puzzled faces. "Try to remember five minutes ago when you all understood that Kyle was a loser who played video games, hung out with his skate punk loser friends, and didn't even get into a four year university. However much you like fucking my loser brother, he's still my loser brother, right?"

She looked around for agreement, and was coming up dangerously empty. Only Kinsley seemed ready to voice concerns. "It's really dangerous that Kyle is elevating Kimberly to girlfriend status. He's been increasingly gentle and caring about fucking us. If this continues, we might come to love him as a husband rather than properly submitting to him as our owner." Her declaration was met with different reactions, that were mostly some flavor of confusion.

Before anyone could formulate a reply, the man himself walked into the kitchen. "Hey guys," he said jovially to his assembled slaves, "Katy," he said, acknowledging the existence of his sister. He went up to Kimberly and pulled her into a kiss, which she reciprocated joyfully. Only Katy looked on with disgust, even Kinsley looked wistful and perhaps a bit jealous. When he came up for air from Kimberly's lips, he made his way to the refrigerator to get a two-liter of grape soda.

"Master," Kaitlin interjected, "Kendra lets Kimberly call her the N-word. Please make Kendra let me do it. It's not fair." The smallest of his slaves pointed to Kendra, Kimberly, and back again.

When he opened the bottle, it bubbled over and purple syrupy fluid got all over his hand and frothed onto the floor. He looked at the mess in annoyance and looked at the black haired women in exhaustion. "I am not getting involved in any of that." He hadn't even moved from where he was standing when Kimberly started wetting some paper towels to begin cleaning up the mess.

"Actually," Kinsley stated, like she was about to read out a section of obscure Icelandic law, "as our master, it is up to you to resolve disputes such as these. This is an excellent opportunity to decide which of your slaves to punish and which to reward. If you savagely beat Kendra, she will allow Kaitlin to call her whatever you tell her to accept. If you savagely beat Kaitlin, she will accept speaking whatever words she is limited to." The brown haired woman spread her hands out, palms upward, as if she was holding out two options for Kyle to choose from.

Katy stepped in front of Kinsley. "Stop it, Kyle! This has gone way too far! You can't beat my friends, I won't let you." She put out her arms as if to bar him from getting to either Kaitlin or Kendra.

"This ain't up to you, Katy." Kendra leaned in and said it right next to Katy's ear. "Kyle owns our pussies now, and if he wants to beat us to modify our behavior, he can. What we are not finna do, is to stop him from beating us if that's his style today." Kaitlin agreed unreservedly.

"No one is getting beaten right now," Kyle interjected plaintively, "Kaitlin and Kendra obviously you have things to work out, so both of you go to my room and get naked." The two of them clapped and squealed and then ran off.

In her sweetest, most helpful tone of voice, Kinsley made an offer. "Are you sure you don't want a whip or a cane to hurt them with? Your slaves were very naughty." Kyle just shook his head and took a swig of grape soda. Clearly frustrated, Kinsley stomped off.

Kimberly hugged him affectionately. "Now that I'm your girlfriend, do you want me to watch you discipline your slaves? Do you want me to masturbate while you do it?" Despite the soda, Kyle found that his mouth was completely dry. He nodded slowly and Kimberly ran up to his room as well.

The only person left with him was his sister, and she definitely had things to say. "Kyle, you have to stop enslaving my friends. Why are you doing this?" She seemed very upset. Possibly even near tears.

He took another swig of grape soda and let out a heavy sigh. "These women think I own them now. So their problems are now my problems. I have to figure out a way to get Kaitlin and Kendra back to a happy place with each other or it's going to be miserable for them." He drank some more grape soda. "And for me." He added ruefully.

"No, I get that you aren't Kinsley's great grandfather," she said it as if Kyle had the slightest idea who Kinsley's great grandfather was and why it might be important, and he resolved to ask Kinsley later, "I mean, why the fuck are you boyfriend and girlfriend with Kimberly now? Haven't you done enough to humiliate her? To humiliate me?"

"Katy," he asked levelly, "would anyone believe that Kendra was suddenly lowering her standards to date me? How about Kaitlin? Kinsley?" He gave her a chance to respond, but her sullen glare was evidence enough that she wasn't going to contradict him. "If these four need to be with me in the future, there needs to be a reason. Kimberly reducing herself to being my girlfriend is believable even if you find it humiliating. Especially because you find it humiliating. She's just one step farther on her downward spiral. And then the others can come hang out with us because they are still her friends." Her eyes widened as she realized how much planning he'd actually done. "Kendra, Kaitlin, and Kinsley are going to be finishing school for most of the next year. They might even want to do grad school. But for the moment, Kimberly is free to move in and be my sex slave full time."

"I'm not going to be one of your sex slaves, brother." She said it with such defiance, like she expected a cinematic soundtrack to swell in the background.

Kyle took another drink of soda. "Um... OK. Sure."

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When Kyle walked into his room, he was greeted by two naked women on their knees with their hands behind their heads. Kaitlin and Kendra had their knees slightly parted, leaving their aroused pussies on display. Kimberly spun his computer chair around and gestured to them. "We've been looking up submission positions for slaves on the internet. This is one of the ones slaves use for waiting for their master. It's called the collar me or the bide. Sometimes it just gets a number, there doesn't seem to be a lot of consistency in sex slave explanations online. Do you like this one? Or do you want them waiting in something more physically strenuous or humiliating? And what would you like to call it?"

Looking down at his awaiting slaves, Kyle's boner was making itself known in his Ben Davis pants. "I don't think I can call it the collar me, right? Like, if I said: 'Kimberly, collar me' that wouldn't come out right. Would I call it the collar you? But then, who's doing the collaring? And we don't even have collars for you guys." The spiral of questioning was as effective as reciting multiplication tables for keeping his erection in check.

Kendra maintained her back arched position, her box braids remaining a set of rigging behind her back. Her large breasts were well displayed, and they rose and fell only with her breathing. "Master," she suggested to the space directly in front of her, "you could get some collars for us. It could be a good way to rank your slaves, or simply to remind us that we are your pets and you are our owner. You never did decide how you was gonna mark our bodies with fire or ink."

Keeping her vision locked straight ahead, Kaitlin chimed in. "Master Kyle, you could also pierce us. Every one of us could have your tag stabbed into our ears, our nipples, or even our clits." Despite her dedication to the bit, she shuddered in horniness. "We could be collared as pets or tagged as livestock, reminding us forever that we are animals that are owned by Master Kyle."

Their words churned his stomach. "I mean, if those are my choices, I think I have to call it bide." He thought about it, and how it would work. "Kimberly, Bide."

Her eyes lit up. "Yes, Master." She gracefully exited the chair and then knelt beside Kendra with her knees apart. She interlaced her fingers behind her head and stared straight ahead with her elbows out. "We eagerly await Master's attentions or orders."

Despite, or perhaps because of the surreality of the situation, Kyle found himself getting almost uncomfortably hard again. He unzipped his pants and let his freak flag fly. "Oh." All three women said in near unison. Kimberly and Kaitling broke their pose by turning their heads slightly so that they could fill their eyes with his candlestick. A thought briefly intruded that perhaps the two of them needed to be punished for their failure, and Kyle banished that thought to the outer darkness.

After a moment of reflection, he considered that perhaps he wasn't doing them any favors by letting it slide completely. The submission positions thing was something that they'd decided to take up on their own, and it seemed to be a thing they wanted to do. Presumably they wanted to do it well. He actually would need to work with them to find a few other slave positions they could practice, and he'd need to help them get good at them. "Kaitlin, Kimberly, while in Bide position, your face should be forward, yes?" Both women flushed in shame and their heads snapped to face straight ahead once more. "Kendra has been the most obedient slave, so I guess she gets to suck my dick first." He walked forward, leaving his pants and underwear as a rumpled pile on the floor. When the tip of his cock was nearly at the place where her lips gave way from brown to pink, he stopped. "Kendra, you can stop doing that and suck my cock." She opened her mouth and thrust herself onto him like an ambush predator. "Wow, that's nice," he moaned, as Kendra's worshiping of his man meat began in earnest, "we really do need to work out some additional commands that you slaves can practice."

"Gluk. Gluk. Gluk." Kendra agreed.

Kyle grabbed a handful of her braids. "Stop. It's time to fuck your pussy. The rest of you relax and watch this. Kendra, get on all fours, I'm going to fuck you like a bitch." It was a lot to process, and the rearrangement of positions was the kind of thing that often just got edited out of pornos entirely. When all was successfully rearranged, Kendra was on her hands and knees, and both Kimberly and Kaitlin were watching his tab inch its way into her slot and they were shamelessly masturbating while doing so.

"Ooooh. Master, your package is so mean. So mean... oooooh." Kendra babbled as he thrust into her with increasing force and speed. She came, and her arms and legs became wobbly. Kyle continued holding onto her wide hips, keeping them up as a target for his continued activities. The angle of his insertion changed as her face collapsed into the floor, and he wasn't able to get in as deeply for the last few thrusts before he came as well.

When Kyle released her, Kendra crumpled up even more, rolling over onto her side and moaning. "So there's been some conflict between you two, and I don't really understand it. I want you two to get along, so whatever it is you need to work it out." He casually put his hand on the back of Kaitlin's head. "So to start with, Kaitlin, you need to eat my creampie out of Kendra's snatch, OK?" Looking down at the well-fucked Kendra, he added. "Kendra, spread your legs, Kaitlin is going to eat out of your twat."

As the brown thighs parted, the Chinese American moved her face between them. "Thank you for the meal, Master." She took tiny licks from Kendra's juicy gash, but she took many of them. It wasn't reluctance, but rather an expression of how overwhelmed she was by the cum of her master held in the pussy of her fellow slave. Kaitlin was on all fours, and her skinny backside was very visibly available.

Ever since Kinsley had done whatever she had done to him, Kyle found it easy to get it up many times through the day. Seeing the Asian woman orally pleasure the tall African American woman was more than enough stimulus for him to go again. "That's good, Kaitlin. It's time for your pussy to get filled." He made good on his threat almost immediately, and the newly impaled woman cried out. "You. Still. Have. A job. To do." He grunted out his commands and and the shortest of his slaves got back to eating out Kendra's pussy. She raised her head to scream out her orgasm, and Kyle enlisted Kimberly's help. "Kimberly, get Kaitlin's face back into Kendra's cunt."

The blond woman rushed to be of assistance. "Master says you need to get back to pussy licking, Slave Bitch Kaitlin." Under the influence of blond's guiding hand, Kaitlin's upper lips returned to Kendra's lower lips. Both women moaned.

In the lead-up to his own orgasm, Kyle grunted savagely, taking some time to pant even after he had sprayed a load into the Asian woman's tight pussy. "I think... you should switch. It's time for Kendra to eat a creampie out of Kaitlin." Kaitlin's eyes widened, and Kendra's eyes widened even more.

=/=

"What's up, mah nigga?" Kaitlin sauntered into the room, beaming at Kendra.

Kinsley groaned. "I thought we were over this. Kaitlin, what's wrong with you?"

Making a dismissive hand gesture, Kendra intervened. "Nah, we good now. This queen is mah nigga." The two slaves air kissed at each other and giggled.

The display prompted a pout from Kinsley. "What the hell? Does that mean I'm the only slave who isn't allowed..." She trailed off as her master came into the room. Looking at his shirt, she brightened considerably. "Oh, Master. Does this mean you've come to thrash us?"

"What?" Kyle looked completely bewildered. "Oh, right. No. That's a magazine." He looked around at blank faces. "So like, when you're skating... good... you're shredding or thrashing. So the magazine is about people who skate well." From the expressions of the women, he felt that he had not explained very well. The reality was far worse, which was that he had explained it adequately and not a single other person in the room cared at all.

Looking at the two newly initiated slave sisters, the wheels were turning in Kinsley's head. "Wait, Master, did you savagely torture Kendra and Kinsley until their souls were bound together as one?" She asked it in the way she might've asked if there were any remaining donut holes.

The question paralyzed Kyle with confusion until Kimberly came to his rescue. "Master made Kendra and Kinsley dyke out while he fucked them, and now they are slaves together. No beating involved." Kimberly looked very proud, Kinsley was horrified yet still very horny. "And that's not all! He's also picked our first submission position." She placed her knees on the floor, three hand-breadths apart, and then she interlaced her fingers into the blond curls on the back of her head. She pushed out her chest, looked straight ahead, and explained. "This position is Bide. When Master tells us to Bide, we get into this position. Hopefully, Master will reward me by shoving his powerful cock into my hungry slave mouth."

With the obvious exception of Kimberly herself, everyone's eyes naturally went to the tent in Kyle's jeans. In light of Kimberly's display, it was embarrassingly sizable. "We're not going to do that right now," he explained, "because my sister is still right here." He waved his hand illustratively at his apoplectic sister. Katy's mouth was agape with voiceless fury. "Get up, Kimberly, we'll fuck later. In private."

"Wait!" Kinsley interrupted. "This is actually a great opportunity. If you whip your dick out now, Katy can submit to it and become your slave like the rest of us."

That earned her a slap. From Katy. "What the fuck, Kinsley?! It's bad enough that all you bitches are abandoning me to fuck this loser, but now you're trying to rope me into incest games?"

Kyle was pissed off. "Kinsley, don't tell me to fuck my sister. Katy, don't hit my slaves." Both women looked chagrined. Kinsley assumed the bide position. Something in Katy snapped when she realized that she'd just responded to a reprimand by her own brother. She looked like she'd bit into a chili pepper after confusing it with a cherry tomato.

The shortest woman raised her hand. "I know that sex slavery between family members has a high barrier to entry," Kaitlin summoned her business acumen to explain, "but I think there's a lot of leverageable synergy between you. If Katy horizontally integrates into your team as a harem slave, we can mobilize a lot of long-term incentives, guaranteeing a productive relationship not only between master and slave, but also between slaves."

"Kaitlin," Kyle said wearily, "I didn't understand half of that, but please stop trying to sell me on fucking my own family." He stopped short, having reminded himself of something. "Oh right! Kinsley, get up. I appreciate that you bided well, and I'll give you a reward later. Right now, I want you to tell me about your family. Was there something special about your great grandfather or something?"

Reluctantly, Kinsley stood up straight, her chest swelling with pride. "My great grandfather was a Spawn of the Goat. My grandmother was birthed by one of his harem slaves. Before he was slain, he used to eat creamed corn, fornicate, and castigate pretty much all the time. His harem slaves were erotically tortured until none of them could even remember their own name." She said it like she was bragging about her ancestral connection to a local architect.

There was a lot to process. "So your great grandfather was some kind of man-goat? And creamed corn, why?" Kyle wasn't even sure which question he wanted to know the answer to first.

Kinsley shrugged. "He really liked creamed corn. Like, almost as much as inflicting so much pleasure and pain on his slaves that they did not know which was which."

While Kyle nodded at the answer to his question, Katy was aghast. "Kinsley! You never said that you were part demon. How could you keep something like that from your friends?"

"Demon is a human word Katy," Kinsley said dismissively, "the abyss my great great grandmother dwells in is beyond the judgment of letters." Everyone else stared at Kinsley like she'd just grown horns, but much to her lifelong disappointment she had never grown horns.

"I don't wanna be racist about it," Kendra hedged, "but if Kinsley is ten percent demon, maybe we shouldn't be all the way trustin her, ya know? She my friend and all, but maybe she's lowkey an opp. She made us all into sex slaves."

The brown haired woman seemed genuinely hurt. "Kendra? Yes, I made it so that you'd be a slave, but I didn't do that in a racist way. I did it because your my friend. I've wanted to be a slave alongside you for so long." She held out her arms and after a moment of thought Kendra held her arms out as well. "Slave buddies?"

They moved together and hugged. "Girl, you always be my slave buddy. We gonna be harem sisters foh evah."

"I love you Kendra," the pale brown haired woman confessed, "and I'm so glad we're slaves together. Now we'll never lose each other as long as we please our master." As they hugged and made up, Kinsley had a clarification. "Oh, it's one sixteenth, not ten percent. And the Goat Mother of the Abyss isn't a mere demon."

As a prospective student of engineering, those two numbers sounded the same to Kyle. "Kimberly, let's go visit one of my friends. I'll give the rest of you the fucking you need later." Kimberly's face lit up with a smile. Katy's reaction was a mixture of disgust and horror.

=/=

"Hey Big Mike." Kyle stood on the front porch of one of his skater buddies, his girlfriend on his arm. At five eight, Big Mike was neither big nor small according to North American standards, and the reasons he had taken on the moniker of Big Mike were not funny at the time and hadn't gotten more amusing on repetition. For several years it had just been his name.

Big Mike's eyebrows raised until they were lost in the rim of his baseball cap. "Uh... Dude? Why is Kimberly here?" It was a pretty good question, the question they'd expected.

Despite the fact that he had come with the intention of having the conversation, he didn't especially want to have it on the porch. "Yeah, Kimberly is my girlfriend now. Can we like, come in?"

Waiving them in, Big Mike let out a comically exasperated sigh. "Bruh," he said as he led them into the living room, "you know she's punking on you, right? Just like the last time? And the time before that. And the time before the time before that? You gotta stop letting Kimberly jerk you around like this."

Kyle chuckled. "Yeah, I didn't believe it at first either. But our relationship is very different now." He put his arm on her shoulder and pulled her into a deep kiss, which she reciprocated lustily.

He was still making out with his new slave and even newer girlfriend when Big Mike's older sister Krystal walked into the room. "Ew, gross! Kimberly, what the fuck are you doing?" Kyle and Kimberly stopped smooching long enough to look at the interloper. A year ahead of Kyle and her own brother, Krystal had never had quite the same unobtainable air as Katy's friends. Still, being the same height as Big Mike had meant that she had never lost any part of her older sister powers, and she used them flippantly to terrorize her younger brother and his friends whenever they were around.

"What?" Kyle and Kimberly said together. Keeping his arm around her possessively, he deferred to Kimberly for the explanation. "Well," Kimberly began, "I'm Kyle's girlfriend now." She could have said those words in any other language and it would not have been significantly more surprising to Krystal. Or to Big Mike.

What was surprising to Kyle was how emotional it made Krystal. "Kimberly, I looked up to you! You were the person I wanted to be. And now you're nothing. You've thrown everything away, you're even dating Skater Boi Number Three!" She sniffed, as if to regain control of her unruly sinuses. "What does he have? Is he blackmailing you? Did he suddenly come into a lot of money? Did he miraculously get a good stable job? Is he really good in bed? Does he-?" They never found out what the next question was going to be, because Kimberly held up her hands some distance apart with her palms facing each other.

"The sex," Kimberly declared, "is literally life changing. I seriously couldn't go back, my fuck holes belong to him now." Belatedly, Kyle realized what the hand distance represented, and his cheeks colored.

Krystal's reaction was more frenetic. "Ohmygawd! Ew!" She turned and flounced up the stairs. After some stomping noises from above, there was a theatrical slamming of a door.

"So like," Big Mike awkwardly segued, "do you guys want some Doritos or something?" After confirming that at least Kyle did, Big Mike went off to get the blue bag of vaguely ranch-flavored chips. When he returned, Kyle was on the couch, and a beaming Kimberly was on his lap like a new bride mugging for the camera. "So, how did you..." he trailed off. Originally he was going to use the standard question of how the couple had met, but the ridiculousness of the question left it ashes on his lips. Obviously Kyle, as well as Big Mike, Pedro, Other Steve, and every other boy in their year had become extremely aware of Kimberly within days or hours of starting high-school. She was a top-five hot girl in junior year when they were freshmen. Of course Big Mike knew how Kyle had met Kimberly. What he really wanted to know was: "... decide to hook up?"

"I was at a get together at Katy's house. That's Kyle's house too." She didn't have to explain that fact to Big Mike of all people. He considered it to be Kyle's house, that unfortunately Katy was sometimes also present at. "So I decided to go up to his room and prank him by photographing his cock and sharing it in group chat. But when I got there, I decided it would be better to have sex with him for real. And then he decided that if we were going to be having sex on the regular, that we should probably date from time to time. And that's where we are."

This all struck Big Mike as fundamentally unfair. Here he was running around all over trying to get Kassidy to remember that he existed, and his boy Kyle was living the incel dream life where ridiculously hot women in his house just came into his room and started the porno soundtrack. "Wow," he said, "I don't think that I'm going to have a shot with any hot women in my house, so I don't think I'll be able to replicate that."

While Kyle had a mouth full of Doritos, Kimberly took control of the steering wheel of the conversation and immediately took it places. "Doesn't Krystal live here? So there's at least one available hot bitch in your house." Kyle coughed Dorito dust into the air.

Big Mike, on the other hand, took it as a joke. "Heh. Well, sure. I guess if my sister didn't fucking despise me, there would be an available sexy bitch in my house. Why didn't I think of that before?"

"Kimberly." Kyle said ominously.

She shook her head, causing her blond curls to bounce. "No, I'm seriously. Michael, I know Krystal has been pretty shitty to you for a long time. And I know she's your sister. But I also know that she is a top of the line, USDA prime piece of ass. If she wanted a different relationship, one where she was the submissive fuck pig of her brother, and she signed up to spend the rest of her life getting her fuck holes filled by you and you alone, would you do that for her?" She looked intently at Big Mike, and then looked back at her own master and smiled.

Looking around the room as if expecting hidden cameras and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Big Mike decided to play it cool. "Um, sure, I guess. I know Krystal is a top tier honey, I'm not like, made of concrete. Growing up with her was super awkward because like, we both know I'd hit that. If she wanted in, there's no way I'd kick her out of my bed. Heh. I mean, she's a bitch, but you can see what she looks like, same as me." He chuckled.

The direction of the conversation had Kyle alarmed. "What are you doing, Kimberly?"

She hugged herself into her master's chest. "Property rights can be transferred, Ma- Kyle. Once you train her, you can give her a new owner. One who would appreciate the gesture and take good care of her forever." She looked up into his anxious eyes.

Only part of what she had said was overheard by Big Mike. "Bruh? What are you guys talking about?"

Kyle rolled his eyes. "She was talking about convincing your sister to become your sex slave." The blond woman nodded.

"Well Dude," Big Mike conceded, "that would be pretty great." He chuckled. "It's too bad that's not going to happen." He started messing with the game console and Kimberly made some hand gestures while his back was turned.

While Kimberly was willing to play, she was not very good. Even with items on, she still placed a distant third. She barely tried to conceal the fact that she was trying to make Kyle win, but even so his victory over Big Mike was close and hard fought. For her part, Kimberly felt that she was doing the girlfriend job pretty well, and she couldn't be happier.

=/=

Katy looked at the art project and had questions that she felt needed to be asked. "Kaitlin, what the hell are you doing?" It had come out much ruder than she had intended it to. Inwardly, she cursed herself. Between their time away at school and the other woman's enslavement by her brother, it seemed that the gulf between them was growing without respite. She didn't want to push the Chinese American woman away, she didn't want to let her slip away. Katy found herself envious of how the others seemed to be getting closer. She couldn't deny that shared sex slavery had brought Kimberly, Kaitlin, Kendra, and Kinsley together to a degree that they really hadn't been since the summer after high-school. But that closeness didn't include her, Katy was finding herself outside their clique, and she didn't want to lose her friends.

Holding up a piece of transparent film, Kaitlin explained. "This film is clear, so things we draw on it can be seen as if they were on whatever surface we put the film over." Then she held up two more pieces of transparent material that had a blocky K drawn on them. One in black, one in red. Katy vaguely recognized the design as something her brother used to doodle on things. "This is our best suggestion for Master Kyle's brand. The idea is to get this tattooed onto all of his slaves. But we're going to do a bit of a fashion show where we show him what it would look like in different colors and on different parts of the body." She demonstrated by placing it against her forearm, causing it to look from Katy's vantage that the arm had acquired a tattoo.

"But why would you do that?" Proximally, Katy was asking about the art project itself. In a perhaps more important way, she was asking about all of it. Why get a tattoo? Why put on a fashion show for Kyle? Why be a slave at all?

Kaitlin smiled knowingly, and began unpacking. "Ultimately, Kyle is the master and we are the slaves. But while what I want doesn't matter, I am not unmotivated in my presentation. I believe that Kendra's dark skin needs a red or green tattoo, while the rest of us would do better with a black design. I don't mean that in a racist way, it's just that when a dark symbol is tattooed onto dark skin, it's almost invisible. Contrast is important, because our master's symbol is as much an advertisement to other potential slaves as it is a reminder of his power over us." She held the film up so that the symbol appeared on Katy's shoulder.

When she looked down and saw the symbol over her own skin, Katy felt her heart quicken. She wasn't sure how much of that was fear, how much was anger, and how much was excitement. She chose not to interrogate it deeply, for fear of what she might discover. "But why? Why do you want to advertise? Doesn't Kyle have enough slaves? Shouldn't you be trying to figure out a way to escape, rather than trying to reel in other women?" She sputtered to a close, but the truth was that there were many more questions that she wished to ask.

"Kyle is my master," Kaitlin explained, "of course I want him to have more slaves. But beyond that, Kendra is my nigga now. Not because she's a slave, but because we are slaves with the same master. Three years ago in high-school we were practically inseparable, but I'm closer to her now than ever before." She looked hopefully at Katy. "I don't want to lose you as a friend, Katy. I feel like my slavery is becoming another crevasse between us, but I truly think that our slavery could be a bridge that connects us. When I imagine you biding for Master Kyle, waiting for him to shove his mind breaking cock into your mouth, or bent over and awaiting his bitch-tamer to dominate your cunt, my pussy floods. Beyond that, I really believe that once you have a stomach full of Master's cum you'll find it a lot easier to stay connected to all his other slaves. To us."

Part of her wanted to recoil. To run away. To slap the black haired woman for her presumption. But she was curious. And Kaitlin was her friend. She valued that friendship, she wanted to keep it. Instead of fighting or fleeing, she asked: "Where do you think the tattoo should go? The tattoo that shows that you are... owned." It was a small word, but actually saying it seemed like a big step. Kaitlin was owned. She was a slave and Kyle was her owner. And Katy had acknowledged that ownership. Accepted that her friends were property. It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted, but perhaps another heavy weight was taking its place.

"Well," Kaitlin said cheerily, "what I want doesn't matter. Master Kyle's decision is the final word on how and where we are marked. But here's what I'm planning to suggest." She stood and lowered her skirt, then rolled up the shirt she was wearing: partially obscuring the monster picture that marked the oversized thing as one of Kyle's and revealing her own red lacy panties. Then she turned around and bent slightly to push out her small behind. Kaitlin held the black K over her right butt cheek. "I think it advertises pretty well right here, doncha think?" Her butt cheeks were small and pert, scarcely larger than Katy's hands, and the Cool-K was beyond unsubtle.

It drew Katy's attention, seeing the two cheeks. One unsullied, the other covered by her master's mark. There was a thigh gap beneath them, large enough for Katy to fit her chin if she pushed her face forward just a little more into Kaitlin's rear end. The red strip of cloth that ran between her cheeks and between her legs was noticeably darker in the gusset area, proof that Kaitlin had not been lying about her pussy flooding. "The mark draws the eyes," she admitted, "your butt is very sexy, Kaitlin. He owns your sexy butt." Katy could smell the Chinese American's arousal. It smelled good.

"Yes Katy. You know Kendra stuck her tongue right in there. Master told her to do it. He fucked my submissive pussy, and when I was filled with his seed he made Kendra lick me. I've never been so close with Kendra. She didn't hesitate at all, you know? Kendra's pussy is completely owned by Master, when he ordered her to get in there she didn't have to choose submission." Her butt crept closer to Katy's face. "Her face fit perfectly, right between my legs, her braids tickled my butt and my thighs. Her slave tongue felt so good in my slave pussy. Getting subjugated was the best thing for our friendship." Her butt wiggled with glee. "You know Katy, it could be the best thing for our friendship, too. I want you to see this mark on my ass as a possibility. I love you Katy, I don't want to lose you as a friend."

Katy's vision filled with Katlin's ass and the proposed mark of her submission. The mark that would prove that Kyle owned her friends. That her friends had been enslaved by her brother. Katy didn't want to lose her friends.

=/= End of Episode =/=

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