Stop Enslaving My Friends! Pt. 05

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=/= Stop Enslaving My Friends! Chapter Five =/=

Kyle looked at the group of assembled women on their hands and knees. It was an arousing site, what with all of them being in underwear that was itself skimpy enough that the butt cheeks were almost completely uncovered. He saw four copies of the blocky letter K on four right butt cheeks, three black and one gold for Kendra's darker skin. And then there was a fifth butt that had a lipstick kiss there instead. That butt wasn't any less sexy than the other four, but there was something about it that made Kyle's internal alarms warn of danger. "Katy!? Are you doing slave positions?"

Without even leaving the table position, his sister replied. "I'm chilling with my friends, Kyle!"

Also remaining in position, Kimberly gave some advice. "Keep looking ahead, Katy. That's part of the table position. Also, Master Kyle might want to take his powerful cock out and fuck us doggy style. If you looked back and saw his beautiful cock, you'd self-enslave right then and there." Faced away from him as she was, Kyle had difficulty telling what her reaction was, but Katy's backside did quiver with an emotion of some kind. He assumed it was fury, because that was usually a pretty good guess when his sister was feeling something and he was involved.

Weighing in with the level of tact and sanity that Kyle had come to expect of her, Kinsley agreed with Kimberly's suggestion. "Katy, Master Kyle hasn't given us permission to hold your legs open while his mighty penis dominates your tender pussy, pushing everything out of your mind except the unbreakable submission of a thoroughly subjugated slave. So if you saw his cock right now you might be caught in a horrible twilight world where you had glimpsed the instrument of your enslavement and wished for nothing but the opportunity to take his soul-breaking seed into your mouth but were denied. Cursed to shamble about the lands, broken hearted and empty of vessel." Katy's backside quivered again, and Kyle decided he needed to end that line of discussion before she started cussing everybody out.

"Um," Kyle said with a good deal of uncertainty, "I'm not going to rock out with my cock out right now, there's food. Everybody stop Tabling and start going to the actual dinner table." He started heading that way himself, then added: "Because there's dinner." When he arrived at the table he found that there were already places set. Several spoons lay on a platter in the middle of the table for serving purposes, and around them six plates, three with knife and fork combos, two with chop sticks, and one with all three types of cutlery. Each had wine glasses and napkins, like they were intended to be presenting food that perhaps thought more highly of itself than Panda Express takeout was wont to do. Most perplexing for Kyle was that one of the plates along with its knife, fork, wine glass, and napkin was laid out neatly on the floor. "Guys?" He asked with a growing dread. "Why is there a plate on the floor?"

"I thought it likely," Kinsley declared, "that one of your slaves might have displeased you. And failing that, I presumed that your relationship with Katy remains sour enough that you would not be adverse to seeing her so humiliated. And further, if this proved not to be the case that my presumption would earn me your ire and the penalty seating would be inflicted upon myself. I gazed upon the bleak eternities and weighed out that amongst the infinite possible futures that the most imaginable were ones in which Katy or myself were forced to eat off the floor like a hound." She flounced over to him like an influencer presenting her best side to a camera, and not at all like someone throwing themselves on a judge's mercy.

"What?" Kyle was terribly confused, and he was pretty sure that his mother would go ballistic if she found out people were eating on the floor. "No, get that plate on the table. All of you eat together."

Kaitlin took Katy's hand and led her to the dinner table while Kinsley was moving the place setting up from the floor. "Do you hear that, Katy? Master Kyle is letting you have the same status as all of us slaves. You get to eat at the table, you'll be treated like one of his slaves. You should thank him." Kaitlin released Katy's hands and took her seat in front of one of the plates that had chopsticks and no fork. The other such plate was chosen by Kimberly, with no argument from Katy, Kendra, or Kinsley who all were happy to have forks.

As she got to her chair, Katy looked at her brother with a conflicted expression. "Um, thanks for the food, I guess." Kyle shrugged and started to sit down at the chair he presumed was for his own use. Every version of silverware and located at the head of the table.

However, Kendra would have none of it. She pointed her fork with determination. "Girl! You call that a thank you? You gotta do better than that jive. Master Kyle is letting you eat his delicious food that is for his slaves. Tell him: 'Thank you for treating me like your slave.'" The end of the shook with the emphasis on every word.

"Fine!" Still clad only in underwear, Katy looked back to her brother. "Kyle, thank you for treating me like your slave." She shook her head. "Sheesh."

"About damn time." Kendra said simply. She put her fork down and shook her head. "About damn time." She repeated, seemingly to herself.

Treating that discussion as finished, Kimberly offered to serve Kyle. "I'll serve you, Master. I mean, you own me, so obviously, but I can also fill your plate and your glass. Would you like a fruit-forward Pinot Noir or an aromatic Chardonay?" She produced two bottles, and it wasn't obvious to Kyle whether they were bottles that his parents might miss.

"Um," he temporized in puzzlement, "I just got Chinese food from a strip mall." He looked at Kaitlin, and revised his position, "I mean, I got food from Panda Express. I think grape soda will be fine." Kimberly got grape soda from the fridge, and carefully decanted the purple sparkling liquid into his wine glass. With the food, he did relent and allowed the women to pile his plate with what looked like entirely too much food.

Not knowing entirely why he'd been given so much cutlery, he experimentally picked up the chop sticks. Kaitlin was obviously mortified. "Master! Here, let me help." She hastened over to his side and helped show him how to hold the sticks. One over he middle finger, the other over the ring finger. Once he thought about it like gripping a skateboard, it seemed to fall into place. Even so, his first attempts were both frustrating and comical, with the first piece of fried chicken he managed to bring to his mouth fell down his chin, leaving a sticky citrus trail. Kaitlin almost literally leapt at the chance, lunging forward and licking his face clean. "Please Master Kyle, try bringing the plate to yourself, you're trying to move the food much too far." A few more attempts and the food was going from the plate to his mouth fairly easily. The other women had been eating for some time, but each of them were taking much smaller bites and he got to the half finished plate before anyone else.

Once he had consumed half of his meal, he realized that he'd been hungrier than he'd thought. He didn't think he'd have any difficulty eating the rest of food that Kimberly had dished up for him. "You know who I ran into at Panda Express?" He asked rhetorically, not expecting anyone to actually take a guess. "Kelly," he answered his own question, "Kelly Marsh. Seems she works there now." It had been more emotionally difficult for him than he'd thought it would be, running into her out of the blue in a context where he was expected to hold an extended conversation rather than quickly skate off.

"Yeah," Kimberly confirmed, "her family is making her do short jobs in various food industries to make her appreciate her inheritance or something." She took another nibble of broccoli before continuing. "Next summer she's going to be doing Klaus' old job."

"Well," Kinsley replied as if she was going to demand to talk to the manager if things didn't improve, "I certainly hope she's a better fork lift driver than Klaus. We can't eat that much creamed corn all at once!"

As it happened, they couldn't even finish all the Chinese food, and several red oyster pail boxes ended up going into the fridge somewhere between a quarter and half full. Kyle figured that he'd end up eating them the next day. Eating them after more than a day or two would be a gamble.

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Kaitlin's family did not live that far away in terms of raw distance, and Kyle could probably have gotten there on his skateboard as quickly as it took Kinsley to drive him. However, he'd literally never been there before and he had seen no reason to turn down the offer of a ride. Kinsley drove like a demon, and in retrospect he wasn't certain that he'd made the right decision.

The house was impressive in the way that houses built for rich people often are. Meant to evoke the curb appeal of a mansion without literally having the grounds and footprint to make that a reality, the facade extended up from bay windows to evoke the feeling of towers on a castle. The jagged frontage had a longer path length than a straight line would, and the additional angles gave it the visual appearance of a much larger building. Not that it wasn't large inside, or at least, larger than the house Kyle and Katy lived in. Kaitlin's family were serious business people with serious business interests on two continents, and their American home looked like it had cost serious money.

The inside layout did not make the best use of space. Doing more with less was a necessity for those architects and homeowners who had less. The house Kaitlin's family lived in was blessed with resources but not depth of imagination. The functional spaces were quite conceptually similar to what Kyle had at home, just somewhat larger and connected in odd ways with hallways and stairs that ran any old which way they felt like. He felt like he could get lost in her home, though in truth it probably wouldn't come to that.

Everyone was first shown to the recessed living room. "I'll get drinks for everyone," Kaitlin said in her best hostessese, "but of course we aren't just here to party downstairs. I've got a much bigger bed than Master Kyle has. So we can go upstairs and take him on two at a time. Two of us, pleasuring Master Kyle and being dominated in our submissive pussies by his wonderful cock. Who wants to go first? Kinsley? Katy? Kendra? Kimberly?" Of the names called, only Katy looked like she was about to be struck by an oncoming car. The other three squealed in delight and dibs were eagerly called, which saved Katy from having to say anything at all.

With Kendra and Kinsley having been the fastest to claim their tickets, Kaitlin led both of them and Kyle up one of the staircases to a hallway where every door looked exactly the same. One of them was Kaitlin's own room for when she was back from school, and she gave no indication as to whether the other doors led to areas slept in by her family members or whether they were put to some other, or any other use.

Her bedroom reminded him of Katy's, though the furniture in it was both larger and farther apart than in the room he was more familiar with. There were doors on the side wall, indicating the presence of an en suite bathroom and walk-in closet. And yet, the walls were dedicated to posters for the same bands and celebrities that Katy had loved in high-school. Neither woman had apparently taken any effort to update their walls to reflect their current tastes since moving away to college. The lone visible item that identified Kaitlin as being of Chinese extraction rather than a generic member of his sister's friend group was a ceramic cat with paw upturned that rested on a high shelf and proclaimed luck and abundance for the room at large.

The largest attraction wasn't the fact that the closet was an innie instead of an outie, or that one could take a full step between the bed and the desk, it was the fact that the bed was queen sized. Kaitlin presented it like she was on the home shopping network. "This bed is easily big enough for Master Kyle to sleep comfortably with his slaves two at a time. And further, I think it would reasonable to have orgies involving five to seven slaves." She smiled wistfully. "Well, for now I think we should try it with just two slaves and our Master. Unless, of course, Master Kyle wishes to dominate five slave pussies right now?" Her epicanthal folds made it slightly more difficult for Kyle to tell whether she was kidding than for the other women, but he had a horrible feeling that she was completely serious.

"No," he sputtered, "I mean, I only have four slaves." It was still wild to him that even that was a true thing he could say.

"Of course, Master." She smiled inscrutably and began to withdraw. "I'll leave you two slaves to have their pussies subjugated in comfort." She left the door open as she headed back toward the living room one point two floors down where she had left Katy and Kimberly.

Once the room owner had departed, Kinsley had something she wanted to clarify. "Just so we are clear Master, my comfort is absolutely not required for you to subjugate my pussy." Every part of her pale face quivered with an aching need to be believed. For some reason it reminded Kyle of the time his sister convinced his parents that he had broken a favored dish rather than her.

Before he'd had a chance to weigh in on that revelation, Kendra had gone into full begging mode. "Master, it's been so long since you stuffed us like Thanksgiving turkeys. We need your junk in our trunks." Kendra was dressed in earth tones: a brick colored pencil skirt that hugged her hips deliciously and left little to the imagination when it came to the shape of her booty or the meeting of her athletic thighs, and a sepia scoop neck top that put her cleavage on display and was snug enough on the sides that her hourglass figure was inferable. She began a strip tease, peeling the clothing off of her body by revealing her smooth dark skin inch by tantalizing inch. As the rich earth tones of her clothing shed like a serpent's skin, it revealed the purple lace lingerie she wore beneath.

Kinsley's attire was all business. Her tan pleated knee length skirt began dropping its hemline below her knees when she pulled the zipper on the side, and then she immediately went to work unbuttoning her blouse. "Our only aspiration is that our slave cunts still stir your loins, Master. We find fulfillment only in being filled by your majestic manhood." As the clothing came off, it revealed that she was also wearing purple lace lingerie.

There are a lot of shades and hues that the color purple can have, and the experience of a color by any observer is necessarily affected by its context. That is, a purple held against something light, such as the pale skin of Kinsley's midsection, would naturally appear a darker shade; while a purple held against something dark, such as Kendra's fleshy flesh would appear to any onlooker as a lighter tint. And so it was not an ill-considered question when Kyle inquired: "Are you two wearing matching underwear?"

That was in fact, exactly what they were wearing. "That's right, Master." Kendra admitted. "When we found out that Kaitlin's family were vacating the premises and we could use the big bed on the down low, she ordered us all matching threads." She used her spread fingers to present herself and then presented the similarly scantily attired Kinsley. "She also got one for Katy, cuz she been our road dog, even though technically she don't have no ownah."

The cut of the underwear was nominally the same, but the fit was drastically different on the two women. Kendra's bosom had enough heft to it that the bra shelf pushed them together and made a deep ravine of cleavage beside. Kinsley's breasts were more modest, and while they were appropriate on her willowy frame, they definitely did not cleave anything. For the pale skinned brunette, the upper portion of the lingerie ensemble served primarily as a picture frame to delineate and draw attention to her breasts as the works of art that they were. For the darker skinned busty lady, the bra had real work to do in pushing the breasts into a position where they looked even larger than they normally did. The panty portions were similarly different in what Kaitlin would call the user experience. The gusset was just small enough that a portion of it could vanish between Kendra's butt cheeks, while it remained barely visible the entire distance along Kinsley's backside.

Seeing which way the winds were blowing, Kyle undid his own fly and pulled everything down so that he could step out of his jeans and checkered boxers at the same time. His schlong sproinged out and both women emitted an "Oh wow." at close enough to the same time that it sounded like stereo. In the moment of blindness he had while taking his shirt over his head, both women had closed the distance, creating a bit of a jump scare. "Ooo, Master. So much power." Kinsley cooed. "That's the package we been needing." Kendra agreed.

Kyle hugged them both close, kissing one and then the other on the lips. His cock poked out between them, trapped in the space between their hips. Kendra rubbed her sizable breasts on his arm, while Kinsley's elegant arms stroked him seemingly everywhere. If he hadn't already been hard, those ministrations would have gotten him there. "OK," he smiled, "let's try out this bed." His pronouncement brought squeals of delight, which he took for agreement.

Lying in the middle of Kaitlin's queen sized mattress, Kyle was able to place his arms out to each side without dangling in space so much as to be uncomfortable. It was plenty of space for one woman to snuggle up on either side, just as Kaitlin had advertised. Two sets of lips kissed him from each side, and hands reached down to trace the length of his penis. Or rather, the height of his penis considering that he was lying down and his cock was reaching for the ceiling. Kendra and Kinsley had very different approaches to a hand job. Where Kendra used strong, bold strokes, Kinsley was gentle and ran her fingers along and around his shaft in complex patterns, changing direction and tempo at rapid but irregular intervals.

The two of them together were greatly arousing, but Kyle didn't want to cum on his own belly with his dick in a hand. He'd done that plenty of times, and he wasn't proud of it. "Kendra, Kinsley, take off your panties. I want Kendra to sit on my face while Kinsley sits on my cock." His wants were taken as commands, and the two slaves pulled off their panties carefully. They had lace bits, and both women were concerned that ripping them off would literally rip them. Despite the care they took in moving the purple panties down their smooth legs, there was a real determination to follow their orders and the undergarments hit the floor in very little real time.

Kyle lapped at Kendra's bare pussy with a hunger that belied how much Panda Express he'd eaten. It hadn't been long since their shower, and the musky taste of Kendra's pussy cream was very mild. There was, however, a lot of it pouring out of her. The dark skinned woman wasn't faking her arousal, nor was she only pretending to orgasm. The feeling of her master's tongue moving onto, into, and across her pussy was more than she was capable of holding in. "Oh! Oh! Oh! MASTER! FUCK! That's it! I'm so glad you own me! This pussy is yours! Yours!" She bucked and shook as she rode his face into a screaming orgasm.

Kinsley had her own pace to set, and because of that she lowered herself onto her master's cock with a slow deliberation. "Aaaaah. Master, your cock is so delightful in me." She sighed as worked another half inch of him into herself. "I've been such a bad girl, Master. I didn't think you should own all our pussies, but I was so wrong. So wrong, Master! You have to own them all!" Even as she sped up the movements of her hips, it was still a languid, deliberate humping that brought his penis into her with insistence rather than ferocity. She held out as long as she could, but ultimately she pushed herself over the edge. "Ooooh! Master, I'm I'm cmmmmf!" She stifled herself, even in the throes of passion she attempted to maintain a demeanor of control.

With Kinsley spasming from her orgasm, she stopped moving up and down on him altogether. It was a pleasurable experience, but Kyle wanted to cum. He grabbed her slender hips and yanked her up and down his pole. He was aware that her lithe body was light compared to what one might expect from a woman of her height, but he was still surprised at how easily he was able to manhandle the brunette. He was essentially using her as a cock sleeve, but based on the happy bleating noises she was making, he thought she was OK with it. When he let loose his jizz in her, he relinquished control and she collapsed forward into the similarly post-orgasmic Kendra.

He'd just sprayed more white goo than he used to make in a weekend alone into Kinsley, and his dick was still he hard. Incredible as it seemed to him, he actually did want more. "OK girls, time to switch places." Their heads weren't really in the game at that moment, and so they were so to react. Which was just as well, because looking at the gooey mess he'd made out of Kinsley's vagina, he had a change of heart. "No, scratch that. But I think it is Kendra's turn to get filled with my cum." He began thinking about how to go about doing that without leaving Kinsley in the figurative cold. There was a lot more space to work with than he was used to.

"Oh goody, Master Kyle," Kendra purred, "you gonna swirl me real good."

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When Kaitlin got downstairs, Kimberly and Katy were sitting together on one of the couches. "Keep a look out for Krystal's car," Kaitlin informed them, "she has a black Peugeot."

Kimberly smacked her fist into her other hand. "I knew she wasn't a natural redhead!" she exclaimed. Kaitlin chose to ignore the outburst completely

Looking as lost as she had felt for the preceding days, Katy's head swiveled between her two friends. "Krystal? Wait, Redhead Krystal? The girl from a year after us? Didn't the boys call her the Devil Fox? Are you guys bringing her into the K-Pack?" She gave a sharp exhale that indicated that she was annoyed at the betrayal. "And doesn't she have a brother who's one of the skater losers?"

Both Kaitlin and Kimberly gave Katy a deafening stare.

She seemed like she was working herself up to a rebuttal, but Katy was knocked completely off her game by howls coming from up the stairs. She could only understand every third word or so, but that was plenty and more than plenty to get a pretty good picture of how much Kendra and Kinsley were enjoying what her brother was doing to their pussies. "Wow," she said to her friends, "the sound really carries, doesn't it?"

Nodding in agreement, Kaitlin started the journey to the kitchen to get drinks. She continued talking while en route. "You can imagine why I didn't bring Master Kyle here until my whole family had fucked off without me, right? Master Kyle was always going to be taking his big soul crushing cock and pounding it into our wet, submissive pussies, ya know? There was never any chance of us taking it quietly while he dominated our pleasure holes and allowed us to take his delicious sperm in and on our bodies." As she got to the doorway, she looked over her shoulder at her friend. "Oh, and what do you want to drink?"

"Um, cranberry juice." Katy requested after a moment's deliberation.

That brought a pffft from Kaitlin. "I'm just going to assume you want vodka, triple sec and lime in that. Kimberly just wants the usual, right?" Kimberly nodded, causing her blond curls to bounce as the black haired woman disappeared into the kitchen.

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The women had finished their first drink and were on to the second when the prophesied black car showed up. Kaitlin opened the door for Krystal and the tall redhead strode in. She was dressed to be looked at, and all three women dutifully looked her up and down. Krystal's light complexion was contrasted with a strapless bodycon black dress that had a slit that went almost to the top of her thigh and revealed the tone of her long legs with every step. Her already tall frame was raised even higher by strappy shoes with highish heels. If her intention was to be noticed and attractive, she certainly succeeded. Even with Kaitlin, Katy, and Kimberly in the room, Krystal was a noticeable hottie.

"Hello Krystal," Kimberly said brightly, as if their previous meeting had been friendly, "can I get you something to drink?" At twenty years old, a lot of people thought Krystal was not old enough to drink. Technically it just meant that she wasn't old enough to purchase alcohol or be served alcohol in public. In a private home, she was old enough to drink so long as she didn't pay anyone for the privilege.

"Margarita?" Krystal inquired with all the experiential weight of having had cocktails that were mass produced for college parties on several occasions. Guys loved providing margaritas to college girls, because it was easy to adjust the ratio of tequila and margarita mix on the fly. Krystal didn't normally get margaritas at the kinds of parties where they were made with triple sec and fresh lime juice, and so she was quite surprised by the color of the margarita that Kimberly supplied her with.

They began talking about Krystal. Where she was going to college. What she liked to eat. Whether she had a boyfriend. All things that Krystal was happy to talk about, because she liked talking about things that she liked. And she liked herself more than just about anything. Kimberly and Kaitlin seemed quite invested in the answers and exchanged a conspiratorial glance when her status was confirmed as single. Katy was more cautious about the conversation, and Krystal got the impression that the woman didn't like her very much. She wondered if there was a way to turn Kaitlin and Kimberly against Katy, it was something she decided that she'd need to put more thought into. She figured that she could join the group above Kimberly in status easily enough, and with Katy's standoffish presentation she very much wanted to insinuate herself above the woman who didn't seem to understand how interesting she was. Bizarrely, it seemed like Kaitlin was treating Kimberly as more of an in-group member than Katy, which didn't seem reasonable considering how many setbacks the curly haired blond had received.

While Krystal was attempting to tease out the relative dominance of the women, she heard the unmistakable sounds of passion drifting down the stairs. "What is going on up there?" She asked rhetorically. Her face wore and impish grin and she had a pretty good idea what was going on up there. But she really wanted Kaitlin to spill the tea.

"Oh, Kendra and Kinsley are upstairs being team players," Kaitlin explained euphemistically, then she added a less euphemistic elaboration, "they are getting fucked, it sounds like. Really getting pounded by dick." She nodded to herself, like she'd really nailed the description.

Krystal's eyes widened at the casual profanity, but also at its implications. "You have guys over?" Krystal had, of course, been to parties where there were men and women present. It was rather expected unless older family members were literally on site. Indeed, she'd been to many parties where there were raucous hordes of both sexes and people got it on to varying degrees all over the place. What was new and different for her was to have a small and intimate party where there were both men and women yet people still got it on. It was one thing to take one's top off and dance on a table in front of strangers - Krystal had done that herself at least twice that she remembered - but it seemed to her quite another thing to have loud sexual intercourse in a place where everyone knew both participants by name.

"Really, it's just one guy," Kimberly countered, "those two are up there getting their pussies absolutely dominated at the same time." She leaned in as if to let Krystal in on a secret. "I'll bet Kinsley and Kendra both have the stupidest expressions on their face. They're both making such embarrassing noises. Wanna go up and watch? Maybe film them?" Kimberly pulled out her phone with eagerness.

Katy had a look of worry. "Don't do it, Krystal," she admonished, "they just want to get you into their freaky sex thing." She shuddered.

Krystal looked back and forth from Kimberly to Katy. Both seemed sincere, so she tried to feel out Kaitlin, who seemed supportive of Kimberly. It was certainly an interesting dynamic. Considering that Katy seemed to be genuinely uncomfortable, it seemed like this was an excellent opportunity to get in over Katy in the pecking order. If Kendra and Kinsley were playing some kind of sex game, and Kaitlin and Kimberly were both contemptuous of Katy's unease with their antics, that seemed like it could be an inroad into a higher status position within the group. If Kimberly was serious about filming the women upstairs, it might be part of a coup wherein both Kendra and Kinsley were shamed into being lower status members of the group. With Kimberly's own reduced status and Katy's apparent loss of status, Krystal might be able to become Kaitlin's number two. A plan was already coming together. "Sure Kimberly," she said with a smile, "that sounds super fun."

Kaitlin and Kimberly led Krystal up the stairs, followed by some feeble and plaintive "buts" from Katy that didn't deter any of them. At the top of the stairs was a carpeted hallway that had many doors of seemingly equal providence, save for one that was partially open and from which carnal noises emanated. Krystal could hear groaning from multiple mouths that created a haunting melody of eroticism. The house owner gave her a shushing signal and tiptoed the last few steps toward the door. In her strappy heels there was no possible way that she could perform a similar feat of stealth, and her heart raced with every creak and clack she stepped. As Krystal reached the doorway, a grinning Kaitlin pushed on the door. Its well maintained hinges swung open silently, somehow making the sounds of female pleasure even louder and more impossible to ignore.

The scene that unfolded before her took several seconds for her to process. A man was lying on a bed, and two beautiful women were on either side of him. They were genuflecting before him, groaning like cats in heat, licking his... They were unalike, though they were each beautiful in their way. One dark and curvy, the other pale and delicate looking. Between them the man had his... Krystal could see the enthusiasm the women had for licking, stimulating, submitting to his... They loved each other, and they helped each other selflessly as they expressed their submission to... Her mind had been preventing her from seeing it, but it was there in the center, and nothing else mattered. Nothing else could matter. It was perfect. The women needed to get their mouths on it so that they could confirm his ownership of them. It was all so clear, both women were his property, and that's why they were so comfortable with their nudity, with each other. There was only one thing Krystal needed to do, only one thing she could do. "Oh, wow." The words escaped her mouth like water escapes a leaky bucket.

It was like a lighthouse, or perhaps she was a moth and between his legs there was a flame. She took one step and then another. Her shoes normally required a great deal of concentration to walk in, and she had no idea how she was managing to stay upright. Not that it mattered, the only thing that filled her vision was that monstrously perfect thing he possessed. She needed to take it into her mouth, to accept her own subjugation. It was his thing, the most important thing, the thing that was going to enslave her. Enslave. That was the word. She was going to suck that cock into her mouth and become a slave.

"Wait," Kyle said, "is that Krystal?" He looked plaintively at the four women he expected to be there, all of whom were. "Why is she here?"

Kimberly put her arm around the enthralled redhead. "She's here to suck your cock and take her first step on the road to slavery." Despite the contact by the tanned woman's arm, Krystal's gaze did not deviate from the prize before her.

"Oh shit," Kyle fretted, "Big Mike is going to kill me." Despite his anxieties, his cock remained hard, and neither Kendra nor Kinsley had let up with their alternating tongue worshiping of his head and shaft. "Oh shit!" Kyle exclaimed as further ramifications percolated into his brain, every thought desperately swimming against the current as his penis demanded his attention just as it was already receiving the full attention of Kinsley and Kendra. "Kinsley! Didn't you say something bad would happen if a woman got like this and I didn't face fuck them into submission?"

"What?" Kinsley looked around blearily, as if only at that moment realizing that there was anything in the room except her master's cock and her fellow slave to help her worship it. "Oh, yeah. Krystal's most of the way into slavery already, it looks like. If you don't take her, I guess she'll probably become a wraith: wandering the liminal spaces and subsisting on what cream corn she can make herself until she finds a master who will take her." She said it in the far away cadence of someone thinking through the ramifications of a situation while they were talking.

He looked at the brunette. "Fucking seriously? And you did this for your friends?" Kyle's voice betrayed bewilderment and horror in roughly equal measure.

Kinsley didn't seem to even understand why he was upset. "But Master, you enslaved us all, everything turned out fine." Her expression betrayed a certain innocent sincerity, like she actually believed that everything turned out fine, and there was too much wrong with that for Kyle to even begin to deal with, so he looked to the other women.

"It'll be fine, Master," Kimberly threw her opinion on the fire, "Krystal is hot AF, and you'll have no problem popping off into her mouth to enslave her. She won't turn into a wrathful linoleum walker or whatever." Her flippant disregard of correct terminology visibly annoyed Kinsley, but the brunette guardedly agreed with her assessment and shrugged.

"Fuck." Kyle pushed himself to the edge of the bed so that his erection could point out toward Krystal. "OK Krystal, you can get on your knees and suck my cock."

Not needing to be told twice, the redhead dutifully fell to her knees and brought her face right up to Kyle's bitch-tamer. "Oh, wow." She said, and then she couldn't say any words at all as her open mouth engulfed the first few inches of Kyle's rod. She tried to get as much into her mouth as possible, which turned out to be more than half. She'd sucked dicks that she could get all the way in so that her nose banged into the pubic hair, but her technique wasn't working on Kyle. On Master Kyle. As she brought his cock into her mouth again and again she could feel it hammering her, driving nails of domination into her soul. She knew that she was going to be a slave the very moment his powerful jizz erupted into her mouth, and she couldn't wait. "Gluk. Gluk. Gluk" His cock went as far as she could take it, and it still wasn't enough. She wrapped one of her hands around the very base of his shaft and worked it together with suction at the tip. With a a grunt, Kyle gave her the semen she craved.

Slave Krystal shuddered as she had an orgasm. It was the first orgasm she'd ever had without anything touching her pussy. Her master's jizz tasted better than any she'd ever had. She looked up at her owner in adoration, knowing that she had become complete. She had become property. She swallowed the semen with mixed feelings, on the one hand she wanted to luxuriate in having her owner's delicious semen in her mouth, and on the other hand she needed to absorb the cum and become further enthralled.

"She's ready to have value added, Master." Kaitlin declared. She reached down and unzipped Krystal's dress. "She's already yours, but once you cum in her pussy, you'll have even more property rights. You'll have so many property rights over this red haired slave!" It almost sounded like Kaitlin was going to cream her own lingerie over the thought of how many property rights he was going to have.

Krystal was beaming like a lighthouse, but she wasn't a lot of help while the previously enslaved women stripped her of her black dress. She stood there, wobbling on her high heeled shoes while the hands of other women pulled the dress over her head. Her bra and panties were revealed to be black, although the panties were little more than floss for her butt. After a brief discussion that Kyle merely observed, it was decided that Krystal's bra and panties had to go, but that she should keep the heels on while their master fucked her pussy into total subjugation. Somewhat perplexed, Kyle decided to go along with it.

Gasping in anticipation, Krystal allowed herself to be laid down on the bed. Kendra grabbed her ankles and pulled them up and out. Krystal's tight butt poked out past her pussy lips with a triangular space between them. It made her look like the letter W. "Now Krystal," Kendra informed her, "you is about to be fucked by Master Kyle. You already a slave, but now yo bitch ass is about to become a slave." Krystal groaned, and her moistened pussy quivered in anticipation.

He had to admit that Krystal was physically attractive and his cock was certainly hard. She pleaded to him with her eyes and invited him with her pussy. He crawled between her legs and plunged his erection into her waiting hole. "Ooooh! Master! You're taking me! I belong to you now! Oh! Yours! Yoooours!" She came hard on his cock and Kendra released her ankles. Krystal's heel-clad feet came around to rest on Kyle's muscular back, allowing her to hold one with her legs as he plowed her into the bed. Krystal orgasmed again, her voice coming out in soft groans. She clung to him and whimpered while he fucked her into submission and then fucked himself into an orgasm of his own.

When her cunt filled up with her master's jizz, Krystal came again. She'd never had so many orgasms in such a short time. Being owned was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She'd never fully felt like she belonged anywhere, but now that she was under Master Kyle's control she knew that that was where she belonged.

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Krystal walked unsteadily down the stairs, naked except for her strappy shoes and the unmistakable wetness of debauchery running down her inner thigh. She probably would have fallen if not for having her hands held by an even nakeder Kendra and an as-yet clothed Kaitlin. Both women were smiling at the new conquest. They brought her wobbling before Katy, the face of the recently ravaged all over her face.

Katy sighed. She looked at the three women in front of her that had only one dress and one pair of shoes between them, and then she sighed again. "Krystal, are you my brother's slave now?"

The question brought a groan from Krystal. "Oooh, yeah. Master Kyle dominated my pussy so hard. I'm his property now, and it's so good. Nothing prepared me for how great it was to have my pussy enslaved." She shuddered again, and might have topple over if she wasn't being steadied by two other slaves.

Looking to either side of Kyle's new slave, Katy had a hurt expression. "Why would you guys recruit Krystal? She's not even part of the K-Pack! Now you're going to go do slave things with her, and not with me!"

The sympathetic look on Kendra's face was somewhat undermined by the fact that she was wet with sweat and naked save for the beads in her hair. "Look Katy, we love you. But Master Kyle owns us, and he deserves to have the finest pussies around enslaved to his dick." She looked up and down Katy's own attractive body with undisguised hunger. "Now Krystal here is absolutely prime slave meat. Look at her shaved pussy, she needed an owner even more than we did." Katy's eyes looked down at the aforementioned pussy, her eyes widened as she realized that some of the goo coming out of it was her brother's cum. "But she is raw, Katy. That's where you finna help out. She doesn't know her positions, Katy. You got to show her. Katy, show this bitch how a real hawt bitch performs Bide."

The woman on the other side of Krystal couldn't agree more. "Oh, that's perfect, Katy. Krystal here needs to be taught how to be a proper slave, and that's something we can do together. Oh, Katy, this is great. You can mentor her, show her how to be the slave she needs to be." Still keeping one hand to steady the fuck-drunk Krystal, the Chinese American woman reached over with her other hand onto Katy's shoulder. "We're relying on you Katy. You're our friend, and you can help so much." She looked deep into her friend's eyes. "But you're over dressed. We need to get you in just your underwear so that Krystal can see you, learn from you."

"Oh, right." Katy had a slightly confused look on her face, but her dress started coming off nevertheless. Underneath, she had the same purple lingerie that the others had come with, her generous breasts just barely touching in the middle while caressed by the purple lace. She got down into a kneeling position, her knees spread apart and her feet beneath her butt. She kept her back straight up, and placed her hands behind her head. Elbows out, she looked straight ahead. "Krystal, this is bide. Everyone in the K-Pack can do bide. You can't be a member of the K-Pack without being able to bide."

"That's exactly right, Katy." Kaitlin said approvingly. For Krystal's benefit, she gestured at the kneeling Katy. "Now Krystal, you are looking at a very good bide position being displayed by our friend Katy. You're going to practice your slave yoga until you can do this too." Krystal nodded, and was guided to her knees by her senior sisters in slavery. "Now the bide position is a marketing position. Do you see how Katy's breasts are put out there? The position puts the breasts forward to draw the eye, to incite the lust of our owner." Kaitlin's finger traced the breasts in question, lingering to spiral around the nipples. Katy's breath caught when her nipples were stimulated, but she did not break position. "Oh yes," Kaitlin continued, "Katy's such a good girl, she's so good at her slave yoga. Krystal, you're going to need to practice so hard."

Kendra walked around Katy to kneel down behind her. Leaning in, she pressed her own large breasts into Katy's back. "Krystal, look how Katy's hands are placed behind her head. That makes sure our master can see how fuckable her mouth is. Now, Katy's mouth here been fuckable, but when she put it out like that, you know Master is gonna take note. She got her mouth closed up tight, bu she still bidin if her mouth is open. Open yo mouth, Katy." As directed, Katy's mouth opened. "See that mouth-pussy on her? When you're in bide, your master can use your mouth right there." Kendra brought her hand around and stuck a single finger into Katy's mouth, right in the center where it touched nothing. She pulled it out again, still dry. Then she pointed her finger straight down. "The bide position also shows what a fuckable pussy she got. With her knees all here and there, her pussy is on full display. You can see how wet she is, and you know our master can too. The bide position puts all your sexy bits on pa-rade." Kendra's eyes narrowed. "Now Krystal, let's see you bide."

Kaitlin walked around, looking at the position that the redhead had assumed. "Well, it's a start. Sometimes you have to start on the ground floor." She shook her head. "Obviously, there is Anyway, next up Katy is going to show you how to do the Table position." Katy gasped, but she assumed the position.

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Kyle was furious. "I'm furious!" He declared emphatically once he'd closed the door. "What the fuck were you sluts thinking?" His outburst caused both women to flinch, which made him feel terrible. It seemed like they recovered faster than he did.

"Were we misbehaving?" Kinsley asked brightly. "Are you going to have to punish us severely? Is it time for us to be bound and spanked?" The naked brunette wasn't making any special efforts to disguise her own preferred outcome.

Kimberly made more of an effort to mollify their master. "Master Kyle, Krystal is hot. And a bitch. Like, well, me. I figured that if you liked owning me and using my pussy as your sex toy, you'd like owning Krystal as well. She's a redhead, so that makes her a good include in your slave harem. Her body type may be similar to Kinsley, but the different hair color makes her a distinct notch on your bed. Or Kaitlin's bed. Wherever you want to put the notch." She spoke as if she was being a supportive girlfriend, rather than trying to get him to turn hot ladies into sex slaves.

Their responses hadn't made him less upset, but they had made him stop and take stock. "OK, but Krystal is Big Mike's sister. He's going to kill me!" Just thinking about it made him furious all over again. "There's no way this ends well. You two, and I know it was you two, have really fucked everything up." He glared at the two women alternately.

His outburst was dismissed with a pshaw by Kinsley. "Master, you're becoming very powerful. You're already very powerful. That's why you have enough Abyssal energy to enslave all of us in the first place. Michael can't defeat you. You've claimed his sister, and now all he can do is accept that or be crushed. If you think he will not accept your ownership of his sister, you could crush him preemptively." She laid it out like she was reading a recipe.

So callous was Kinsley's suggestion that Kyle was momentarily stunned into silence. He took some centering breaths, and tried again. "Look, Big Mike is my friend. I don't want to go to war with him over his sister. I didn't want to own his sister at all!"

Kimberly nodded sagely. "Well, in that case you have three options. Option one: you pretend that Krystal isn't your slave. You carry on being friends with her brother, you fuck her on the side whenever you feel like it, and just carry on. You could have Krystal pretend to be friends or even girlfriends with one of your other slaves, and have a completely plausible explanation for why she was seen in public with you or your other slaves. He might find out, of course, but you'd have as good a chance of hiding your relationship as you do your ownership of Kendra or Kaitlin." She paused dramatically to allow the ramifications of that suggestion to sink in. "Option two: you tell him that you own his sister now. I don't know him well enough to say how well he'd take it, but by being honest you eliminate any sort of sitcom scenarios where you get stuck spinning an elaborate web of lies." She shrugged. "And option three: you find her a new master and sell her off or give her away. That way, whether your friend finds out that his sister is a slave or not, whether he freaks out or not, it's not your problem." She made a hand gesture of flicking something away.

"Oooh!" Kinsley clasped her hands in excitement. "You could find her a new master of exceptional cruelty. Krystal could be beaten until she is broken and you could reap all the cream corn that she produces."

"What? No," Kyle shook his head, "I don't want Krystal to suffer. I just don't want to have her get in the way of my friendship with Big Mike. But also, I don't want her to be a cream corn eating werewolf or whatever."

"A wraith." Kinsley corrected, without further explanation.

Kimberly smiled, all according to keikaku*. "Well, if you want to find her a new master who loves her and will treat her the way your friend would approve of..."

He stared at her. "... This was your plan the whole time." He wasn't happy, but he was coming around to the idea. "I need to be able to stop you women from doing crazy shit like this.

Kimberly didn't deny it. "Master, can I bring you something to drink? Maybe a cosmo or a margarita? Kaitlin's family has a fantastic liquor cabinet."

"Do they have grape soda here?" He asked, not wanting to be drunk while figuring out what he was going to do about the Krystal situation.

"No," Kimberly admitted, "Kaitlin's dad doesn't like stuff in the house he thinks is low class. It's why I'm not allowed here anymore unless her dad is away. If you want soda, it's Coke or club soda."

When she went down to get a cola for her master, she was pleased to see Katy was down to her underwear and demonstrating the Hold pose.

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"If you're going to sell us," Kaitlin mused, "you should extract a hefty price for each slave. Your supply of sex slaves isn't inexhaustible so your sales strategy should be based on maximizing profit per pussy rather than maximizing sales volume." She held up one finger, indicating that she had more to say. "I'll check the market conditions to see what price point you should hold out for us."

"What? Please do not do that." Kyle wasn't sure how Kaitlin intended to check market conditions for sex slaves, but he was absolutely certain that he didn't want her to. "I'm not selling any of you. I'm just looking to find a new master for Krystal." The most surprised by this statement was, of course, Krystal.

"Master Kyle," Krystal said with trepidation, "is my pussy not pleasing for you? I'm getting better at the slave positions. I'm so wet, I need to be fucked by my master. What will I do if my new master doesn't dominate my pussy?" The redhead knelt down into a passable bid position and panted for cock.

Kyle shook his head. "Krystal, your new master is going to give you cock all the time. Like, all the time." He thought for a moment, and he was pretty sure that that was absolutely the case. "I'm going to give you to Big Mike. Once he accepts ownership of you, you're going to be his slave and not mine." His voice betrayed his uncertainty, he hoped that he was making the right choice.

Not all of the women seemed especially pleased with the plan. Kimberly and Kinsley were supportive, but Kendra and Kaitlin seemed disappointed. Krystal was apprehensive. One person who seemed especially perturbed was his sister. "Kyle," she said with a voice dripping with acid, "are you turning Krystal into an incest slave? Like, she's going to get fucked by her brother every day? She's going to get into her slave positions for her brother's exclusive use?" She was really getting worked up.

"Well, yeah," Kyle admitted bashfully, " it's just that Krystal is a slave now. She'll be happy if she has a master, but without one... Um, something bad will happen to her that I don't understand. It has something to do with demon magic." He finished lamely.

"The Abyss howled before human hands painted stick figures on the walls of caves," Kinsley chimed in, "demon is merely a human utterance, which will be burnt to ash by the unending conflagration of passing time and the Abyss will still howl." Her words created their own void and the gulf stretched just long enough to be awkward.

"Just because she needs an owner," Kaitlin carried on as if Kinsley's contribution had not been made, "doesn't mean you can't profit from the transaction. Master, Krystal is a sexy bitch. Now that you've enslaved her, you should be able to sell her for a small fortune. She's probably quite literally worth her weight in gold, you don't have to give her away!"

Kendra was also not pleased. "Master Kyle, don't you think you could do better by pimpin her out? People might not like Krystal very much, but lots of folks would like to tap that ass once or twice. Now she is yo slave, you can make her your ho." Her suggestion went over well with Kaitlin, who looked deep in thought.

Her suggestion did not go over well with Kyle, whose facial expression looked like he'd eaten something that had spent too long in the fridge. "I'm not going to turn any of you into prostitutes. I don't want skeevy strangers fucking my women. No, you're right about not many people liking Krystal very much," his words were like arrows into Krystal's heart. She winced, but could not refute the accusation, "I want her to have an owner that will treat her well. Big Mike and Krystal have problems, but he loves her and I think she'll be happy as his slave." As he worked through his reasoning, he became more confident in his choice.

Kimberly smiled. Standing just behind and to the side of Katy, she spoke softly, almost like she was speaking to Katy instead of her brother. "Krystal's pussy is going to be so well taken care of. Every day she'll be able to submit to her brother. Get fucked by her brother. Spread her legs and get her pussy dominated and filled by her brother's cock. It's everything an older sister could want, don't you think? Getting to wake up every morning service the hard cock of her brother knowing that her slave pussy was completely owned by her brother. Which do you think she'll call him? Master? Or Bro-ther?" Katy didn't answer, but a tiny groan escaped her lips.

"I need some way to formally transfer ownership, right?" Kyle mused. "The mage marks on your asses are only for marking things and people as mine. I don't think I can magically tag Krystal's butt as belonging to Big Mike." He thought for a bit. "I mean, we could get her tattooed, but Big Mike should probably be able to choose his own mark of ownership for her."

"What if," Kaitlin pondered out loud, "the tag was like, a literal tag, and you gave it to her new owner?" No one had a better idea, so they decided to head off to the pet store. The one at the strip mall at the edge of town, because they were driving.

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"Hey! I know you." The man hailed him from a ways down the concrete walkway. Kyle approached in confusion, because he didn't recognize the man in question. Partly that was because they were both standing under the sunshade of the strip mall and the brightness of the parking lot made him quite back lit. But as he got closer, he realized it was also because the man was someone he hadn't interacted with much, and wanted to interact with even less. "Yeah, you were the kid who cried when Callie chose me over you."

"It was Kelly." Kyle responded darkly.

"Was it? Yeah, that makes more sense." Kevin was standing next to a girl. He recognized her as Kiki from the year before him. She'd looked young in junior year, and she hadn't really changed. He supposed she was a woman who had graduated from high-school, but he suspected she still regularly got carded if she tried to watch R-rated movies. She was with Kevin, and Kyle suspected that he'd carded her as well. So distracted was he by that revelation that he almost missed that Kevin was still talking. "You simping after those girls over there?" Kevin indicated the women who had come with him to get a dog collar for Krystal. "That's pathetic, none of them will fuck you. You know you could probably go crying back to Kelly, because I'm not using her anymore." He got a laugh out of it.

The whole situation pissed Kyle off immensely. He felt himself next to a deep dark hole. Something in the pit howled and his jaw set in determination. "Kiki," he said with a cruel finality, "I don't know what Kevin told you, but the only reason he's with you is that he thinks you're easy. He doesn't respect you, and he's already planning on dumping you for another high-school girl."

While Kiki looked on in shock, Kevin's mouth twisted in fury. "You want to cry again? Is that fucking it?" He balled his fists up and raised his arms in a threatening posture. Levin had about half an inch of height on Kyle, a couple of years, and the kind of muscles one gets by going to the gym to get the kinds of muscles one gets by going to the gym. Most casual observers would guess that a fight between them would go to Kevin, and clearly Kevin thought sp as well.

The precipice Kyle stood on called to him with a distant growl. "Shut up, Kevin. I wasn't talking to you." He couldn't have infuriated the man more if he'd simply let loose a litany of profanities, and Kevin swung for his face. He swung his fist wide and hard.

The fist came around too wide, and Kyle stepped forward into the void between them causing the side of Kevin's arm to glance off with little effect. His own void, the vast chasm in his imagination, howled. Kyle made a goat sign with one hand and shoved with his other palm. It was not quite like when he was marking his slaves, but there was a purple flash and a similar feeling of power rushing through his arm. There was a hint of smoke and steam, and a hissing sound coming from Kevin's chest. "Aaaargh." Kevin cried out as he stumbled to the ground, completely discombobulated.

Relaxing his hand out of the goat sign, Kyle looked at his empty hand that had seemingly burned its way into his opponent's shirt. There was of course, nothing in it. He looked down at Kevin and felt nothing in particular. There had been a period in his life when defeating Kevin would have been the most satisfying thing he could imagine. Yet when he had actually done it, the achievement brought him neither accolades nor joy. He had moved on from dreams of winning Kelly back, and it seemed that the world had moved on as well. "Kiki," he said, as he turned toward the petite French woman, "I'm going shopping with my girlfriend and some of her friends. If you need a ride back to town, I'm sure we can make room for you in the car.

The two of them joined up with the other women as they went into the pet store. Kevin crouched alone on the concrete walkway of a strip mall on the edge of town and wept.

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"Hey Kyle," Big Mike said as the group came into his living room, "I get that Kimberly is your 'girlfriend' now, but why is my sister with you?" Kyle had indeed simply walked in with both Kimberly and Krystal. In fact, it had been Krystal who let them into the house.

Kyle sighed heavily. "Well, that's going to take a bit of explaining. But um... remember when Kimberly was speculating about what you would do if Krystal became your sex slave?"

Big Mike held up his hands "Whoa! That wasn't exactly what I-"

"Relax," Kyle said, cutting off Big Mike's excuses, "the point is that that wasn't a hypothetical. Krystal is turning into a sex slave. If she doesn't get a master soon, she's going to turn into a desperate cum seeker. Isn't that right Krystal?"

The redhead looked sheepishly at her feet. "Um, yes. I need a man to own my pussy. I need to be owned by tonight." She shuddered. "My pussy can't be masterless, Mike. I need to drink cum. My pussy needs to be dominated."

Big Mike looked like his brain was snowcrashing. "Uh... like... um... you know, like, all her boyfriends have been assholes, right? I can't think of anyone who'd be OK to like um... own my sister."

"Exactly," Kimberly interjected, "there's only one person who can take care of this mewling slut the way she needs. And it's her brother." She had the grin of someone who had just activated their trap card.

"What?!" Further elaboration of Big Mike's facial expression hardly seems necessary.

Kimberly nodded once in total seriousness. "We're totally serious. Krystal? Get naked and show him how serious we are."

The redheaded woman dropped her skirt and pulled out of her tube top. She dropped to her knees. "I can do three slave positions. If you become my master, I'll do them all for you."

Big Mike looked from Kimberly to Kyle, but always back to his naked sister. "Um, Kyle? I think Kimberly is taking her pranks kind of far." He tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry.

"Yeah," Kyle conceded, "I get that it's hard to believe. I really do. But Kinsley's demon magic did something, and now Krystal's in a lot of trouble." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a collar. "Someone needs to collar her and bind her forever as a slave. And um... I think it has to be you. We had a whole discussion about it, so this collar has a tag that says Krystal is property of Big Mike. So once you put it on her neck, she's yours. Forever." He handed the collar to Big Mike. As promised, the tag said: KRYSTAL: PROPERTY OF BIG MIKE.

Looking around for hidden cameras, Big Mike moved toward his sister with caution. As if she was a wild deer that might bound away if he made a noise or sudden movement. "Krystal. I don't understand this demon magic stuff, but I don't want you to be owned by some shitty guy. And, um, you've always been the hottest woman I know. Owning you is like a dream come true. I hope it's OK for you too." She put herself into a bide position where she held her hair up from her back. This presented her neck, and Big Mike wrapped the collar around it.

Seeing Kimberly's lips moving, Krystal remembered her line. "Oh, thank you Brother, for taking me as your slave. Now my pussy is for your personal use. You are now my master, and I am your slave." Her delivery started out pretty wooden, but she got into the role as she went along. It helped that she realized that the words were true. She really did belong to her brother.

Taking Kimberly's hand, Kyle made for the door. "Now that you own your sister, you'll probably have to spend all night breaking her in. But you wanna hang out tomorrow?"

"Um, sure." Big Mike didn't even take his eyes off his collared, naked sister while Kyle and Kimberly let themselves out. When the door closed, he kept staring at her beautiful body. "You're my slave now?" It was such an unbelievable thing to say, and yet he found himself saying it.

The gorgeous redhead nodded. "Yes, Master. You own me now." He almost nutted in his pants right there. He took her hand and brought her to her feet, then he took her to his room. It was the first time he'd ever taken a woman to his room in that way. Sure, Kassidy and Khloe had been in his room, and he'd fooled around with Kiyomi one time, but none of that was like this. He was taking a woman to his room for the purpose of having sex with them, and he could not wait.

At his direction, she lay back on his bed and spread her legs. Her shaved pussy was on display for him alone, and it was soaked in her juices. For some reason that was the most unbelievable detail: his sister was horny for him. He wasted no time and stuck his head between her thighs. He licked her like an ice cream on a hot day. Like he didn't want any of the melting fluids to get away. Like he fucking loved the flavor. She gasped and grunted, her legs twitching, her middle humping into his face. He licked her to orgasm and she cried out her submission. She cried out his name. It was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

He knew he had to take his pants off, had to take his plaid boxers off as well. He was reluctant, but he did it. Big Mike suffered from a particularly cruel misunderstanding about demographics. That is, the average human man's erect penis is a bit over five and a half inches, which is often rounded off to six inches when it was reported. Certainly, Big Mike understood the average to be six inches in length. Big Mike's own erection was almost precisely five and seven eighths of an inch, which he believed left him a bit short of average. This was a source of endless shame for him, despite the fact that a deeper dive into human anatomical variance would cause him to learn that he was in fact trivially ahead of the mean rather than a feather's width shorter. He needn't have worried, not just because he was actually on the other side of the bell curve than what he thought, but also because Krystal just genuinely didn't care. His cock was well short of Kyle's, of course, but she'd absolutely had smaller. More importantly, while the whole "how you use it" meme was obviously created to cater to the psychological needs of small-dicked men, it was genuinely the case that differences in stamina, technique, and even personal hygiene mattered far more than half an inch one way or the other. The tiny length discrepancies that men obsessed over didn't matter to Krystal because they just genuinely didn't matter.

What was really important to Krystal was getting her master's cock into her pussy as soon as possible. And while she did half to make that explicitly clear to her brother, when it finally penetrated through that she sincerely wanted exactly that, he was overjoyed at the opportunity to penetrate her in return. "This is so good Krystal. I can't believe you're mine."

"Yes brother," she cooed as he pistoned in and out of her waiting hole, "I'm yours. Please don't ever sell me or give me away to another master." Her hips found his rhythm and rose to meet him with every thrust.

He grunted out his orgasm. Big Mike couldn't imagine ever wanting to let go of his sister.

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"Come on in, I made microwave popcorn." Krystal beckoned Khloe and Kassidy into her house, which did indeed smell like someone had recently microwaved popcorn. She walked off to the kitchen to retrieve it, and the two new arrivals ventured into the living room without so much as a glare or diss. When they arrived, they found Kimberly, Kyle, and Big Mike playing a racing game on the game system. The three of them gave the barest acknowledgment of the newcomers, as the travails of their virtual go-karts consumed almost all of their attention.

"I told you!" Khloe whisper-shouted to Kassidy. "Kyle's dating Kimberly now. Like, for real!"

Kassidy scratched her head. It was a reflex that served no specific purpose because her white baseball cap and dark brown hair intercepted her scratchings long before they could reach her scalp. Her arms were thicker than Khloe's, her athleticism being more visually obvious than the rainbow haired woman's scrawniness. "I agree that's strange," she admitted, "but did you notice that Big Mike's sister was wearing a dog collar? I think she's going goth."

"Maybe," Khloe shook her head, causing her color-streaked hair to sway like striped snakes, "she is acting really weird. She didn't call me a flat-chested loser. Wait, is she going to serve us food? Like, Miss Devil Fox is playing hostess?"

The two women had just about worked their way up to convincing themselves that they were in a creepy monster story when the go-karts started crossing the finish line and the others started to pay attention to them. Both Kyle and Big Mike were totally chill, which Kassidy thought was kind of hot. It was weird, she'd never really thought of Kyle as someone who might be sexy, but seeing him relaxing with his new hot girlfriend, she actually felt a little jealous.

In the kitchen, Krystal was getting drinks out of the fridge. She knew Kyle wanted grape soda because he'd brought a two liter bottle of it for that purpose. Big Mike, and now that he owned her she had no problem thinking of him as Big Mike, wanted Mountain Dew. Kimberly wanted a Diet Coke. The two newly arrived women would work up a thirst once they had some of the popcorn she had decanted into a bowl. Katy, of course, was already in the kitchen and had helped herself to one of the Diet Cokes.

"What's it like?" Katy asked her. "Being your brother's bitch?" That clarification wasn't entirely necessary, they both knew what she was asking about.

Krystal wanted to say it wasn't a fair description, but of course it was. She was and had been a bitch, and now that she belonged to Big Mike, she was her brother's bitch in every possible meaning of the term. "It's... very good. I've never had sex with someone who loved me before. Never knew what I was missing. I woke my brother up with a blow job this morning, and he was happy. Not just that he was getting a blow job, but that it was me giving it to him. I made my master happy by being me." She fingered her new collar. "My tag says 'property of Big Mike,' and I'm glad. I wouldn't want it to say anything else."

Krystal went into the living room with a bowl of popcorn and Big Mike's Mountain Dew. Katy came in with Kyle and Kimberly's sodas. When Katy bent down to give her brother a drink, Khloe and Kassidy were more confused than ever.

=/= End Chapter 5 =/=

We met a few new faces in this chapter. They'll be up on the series introduction eventually. I mean, probably? The Chapter three additions to the dramatis personae took three and a half weeks to be approved, and as of me submitting this chapter, I still can't see that extra information. Anyway, let me know what you think in the comments.

*: Keikaku means "Plan"