2 Breakfast

The first thing Tina felt as she woke from a dreamless sleep was a sense of wrongness.

Her bed was strange. The room smelled strange. Her sheets felt strange on her naked skin.

Wait, naked?

She shifted uneasily and made a small moaning sound. Through her closed eyelids she could make out a muted brightness as if the early morning summer sun was filtered through closed curtains.

Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and molasses. All thoughts came slow, as through glue.

Her mouth was dry and sticky.

She felt a soreness all over her body and, when she moved again and the fabric of the sheets rubbed along her chest, she felt her hurting nipples sting and stiffen. She moaned a little and rubbed her belly. It felt sore below her bellybutton. Even lower, there was a strange tenderness. Old wetness. A stickiness.

At that realization the previous night came rushing back in a staccato of pictures and feelings and emotions.

She was sad. About mom. Again.

She had cried. And hurt.

And felt pleasure like never before.

She had seen things. Learned things the school never taught her. Her friends never spoke about.

Immense cruelty. Blood. She watched someone die. Or dreamed it? It felt so real. And she had loved it. Loved imagining it was her. Her breath caught.

Her sister Pauline was there- PAULINE! She latched onto the name with a start. The concept.

Her big sister. Her strong sister. She was also there. And showed her things. And … helped her? Touched her? She felt guilty, turning around under the covers, away from the light, one hand gently gliding over her sticky sex.

She thought she should be embarrassed for some unfathomable reason – but the only thing welling up in her was a strangely deep love.

A desire. To be there for her. To be useful. To be used. Not only by her. By all her Mistress – where had that word come from? - allowed to use her, as long as it brought Pauline joy.

Tina sighed at a sense of warmth between her legs when she thought of the word “Mistress”. Somehow, she felt more content than ever before in her life.

Exhausted, but content.

Her mind went blank.

Finally, after dozing off twice more, she felt coherent enough to open her eyes. Immediately, her mind was reeling again. This really was NOT her bed. In the dim light she saw posters on the walls.

Scary men and monsters and blood. Skeletons and masks. Pentagrams. She sat up with a start.

Oh no! This was Pauline’s room! She would definitely be angry if she noticed Tina had slept in her bed. No, no, no!

Somewhere in her mind she had fixated on the fact she had promised to be good yesterday, a promise she apparently immediately broke when she snuck into her sister’s bed. Naked, even!

Tina carefully slipped out of the unfamiliar bed. She looked back and saw a small, wet circle where her butt had been. She stopped, standing for a moment naked in the middle of the room as muted, golden morning light danced warmly on her skin through a slit between the heavy curtains.

She looked around again, panicked, and found her reflection in a standing mirror in the corner.

Her blonde hair was not braided any more, but it looked clean and brushed, if a bit tangled by sleep.

She smelled soapy still. She gasped. Her body. Her face! She had a bruise under her bloodshot left eye, as if someone had hit her. Hard.

She raised a finger to touch the tender spot.

PAULINE had hit her, she suddenly remembered. The thought should scare her. But only made her wonder why her tummy fluttered at the memory.

To… punish her? No. Teach her something, she thought. She pressed a finger to her swollen cheek again. It hurt, but she also felt warmth.

Her big sister wanted to show Tina how to be a good girl.

And Tina had listened, she remembered. She saw that her green eyes themselves were still puffy, the left one more so.

Further down, her body was also marked. Her neck had blueish-purple bruises from fingers that had squeezed it tight. Her chest had some small bruises around her nipples. Long scratches going down. And there were four, no, five small scabs below her bellybutton. Hesitantly, she touched all the spots.

They did not hurt much, just felt sore.

If she did not put too much pressure on them, at least. She pressed harder, because she kind of like the stinging.

When she slid her hands across her abused, small baby-fat mounds that would one day be real breasts, she shivered involuntarily.

A tingling and hot sensation welled up from between her legs, as she looked at herself more intently.

Each touch, each studied injury brought back more memories of pain, pleasure and submission. She remembered licking.

The rules.

Her heartbeat quickened, doubled.

A sudden desire grew in her. Hotter than ever before. She wanted more of that. Needed more of that. It was like a hole that had to be filled or she would collapse in on herself. Would be consumed by it.

With a deep breath, she very silently opened the door to the hallway and peeked out to look for her sister. Nothing. There was a quiet clanking noise from the kitchen below, apparently Pauline was fixing breakfast. She snuck through the hallway to her room on naked feet, careful not to make any noise.

Once there, she opened the door as quietly as she could. Then stopped and stared.

On her bedside table was a fresh glass of water. On her bed was a wrapped box and a folded note.

She slowly closed the door behind her and walked up to her bed. Greedily, she took the glass of water and quenched a nagging thirst and dryness in her mouth that had been bothering her since she woke up. She gulped deeply and a few drops of water fell on her naked chest, running down between her immature, bruised nipples and past her bellybutton, finally dripping from her puffy pussy lips.

She shivered at the cool sensation on her tender skin, let out a sigh, put the glass down and investigated the box and paper.

She carefully picked up the box. It was not very heavy, but there was a metallic clanking noise as she moved it.

She set the box down again and reached for the piece of paper, then hesitated.

In her sister’s handwriting, with red marker, it read “a gift for the snuff pig – read before opening”.

Tina blushed. After a few seconds of steeling herself, she read.

>Hey sis,
>Had fun yesterday.
>You’ve been good so I helped you wash and let you sleep in my bed.
>Cleaned up your mess down there too, thank me later.
>Fixed something up in your room for tonight.
>Don’t peek under bed.
>In the box is a present for you.
>If you remember last night, you will know what to do with it.
>Love you.
>Only come down when you are ready.
>PS: Toss the note after reading, don’t want dad to find it! ;)

Tina read the note twice. Well, that was not very helpful, was it? She carefully folded the note and put it on her bedside table.

“Love you”, it had said. She felt warm.

Then reached for the box. Carefully removing the very unseasonal, christmas-themed wrapping paper, she found it was a plain cardboard box with a lid on, like a slightly oversized shoe box.

With bated breath, she raised the lid.

Inside was a pink leather dog collar with an also pink leash and a flat, silvery metal pendant hanging from the large metal ring. It rested on a layer of crumpled pink crafting paper. The pendant read “Piggy” in somewhat jagged, scratched-in letters someone had added over the printed-on word “Kitten”. The collar was held closed in the back with a small padlock, but no key was in sight. Reverently, she picked it up and placed it on the bed. Her heart felt like it was leaping up her throat.

With unsteady hands, she lifted the layer of paper and revealed the second part of her present. It was underwear. ADULT underwear.

She gasped a little. She had only ever seen stuff like this in the back of shops, when out shopping with dad or Aunt Carla. Now, she had her own! Carefully she lifted the first piece of black fabric. It looked a bit like a swimsuit but made of black lace. As she held it up, she saw that the crotch was buttoned and could be opened and there were small cut-outs where her nipples would be.

It was soooo cool! Though the swimsuit-thing allowed for much more generous breasts than she could offer. That is to say, any at all other than slightly perky baby-fat with pinprick nipples.

It looked like it was just a bit too big for her in general, but she wanted to try it on at once.

With a flutter in her chest, she bent down to climb into the lingerie, but as she bent over, she saw the clock on her desk in the corner of her eye. It was already past ten!

Aunt Carla would be coming over at 12:30 and she would have them work in the garden then and she could not wear – No. The note had commanded her to only come down when ready. Pauline knew best. She would get ready. Determined, she dropped the underwear and continued unpacking.

The second piece of clothing was a set of extra-small silk stockings. Tina beamed. Jackpot! She loved how cool grown-up women looked wearing those with a business skirt and blazer when she watched movies with dad or saw them strolling around the city.

Looking into the Box one last time, there was also a small plastic bag. When she picked it up, she saw that it contained five thick, silver rings almost an inch in diameter. Were those… earrings? They looked and felt very heavy. She didn’t even have pierced earlobes! Well, she could hardly put those on herself, but the rest she would try.

She began dressing up.

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Not twenty minutes later, Tina snuck very carefully up to the open kitchen door, feeling very nervous.

She hoped Pauline would like how she followed the commands. Past the doorframe, at the other end of the room, she could see her sister from behind, who was just scooping the final bit of pancake batter into a pan. She was wearing the dark blue apron dad always wore. Below that, she wore a tight-fitting black tank top and denim shorts that showed off her butt and strong, skinny legs. Her customary mess of black hair was tied back in a little bun for cooking. Her bare feet were in a pair of red flip-flops.

Tina gently knocked on the door frame without stepping inside. Remembering yesterday, she quickly looked down on the ground as she waited for a reaction.

“Good morning, sleepyhead! Feeling alright?” came the chipper response.

“Yes.” Tina said demurely. Then added: “Mistress.”

“Ah, you did remember.” Pauline said with a smile in her voice, but without turning around. “Good girl. Wait there while I finish up.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Pauline cooked up the last pancake, humming a cheery little tune absentmindedly. Seemingly as an afterthought, she asked:

“Did you find what I left in your room?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Did you follow the instructions?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Okay, I’m done. Let me get a look at my little piggy. Come in.”

As Pauline turned around and leaned backwards against the kitchen counter, Tina took a hesitant step forward. She had managed to put on the lingerie and was carrying the leash and collar in her hands, clasped shyly in front of her waist. She wore nothing else, her stockinged feet making no sound on the kitchen tiles.

“Stop.”

Tina froze, but kept her eyes focused on the floor.

“Pigs don’t walk like people, do they?”

Tina raised her head and gave her sister a quizzical look.

“I did not tell you to look at me.”

“Sorry. Mistress.” Tina said and quickly looked down again, only seeing her sister’s bare toes in her flipflops.

The flip-flops took two small steps toward her.

“My, you did put in effort. Even braided your hair again! I like it. But why are you not wearing your name tag, little piggy?”

“Uhhh… I… I could not figure out how to put it on right, it kept sliding around and getting a bit tighter whenever I tried to unfasten it. And there was that weird lock I could not get off…”

“Silly piggy, that’s a choke collar. You put it on reeeal tight and then you can punish a bad pet by simply pulling the leash. That makes it go even tighter. It’s used to train naughty little bitches. Obviously, I’ll have the key.”

After a short pause, Pauline followed with “Do you think you NEED training?”

The small blonde girl standing in front of her, wearing lingerie slightly too big for her in the chest and submissively staring at her feet, was just too fucking cute. She could see Tina take two quick breaths.

“Yes. Mistress.”

“Then I’ll put it on you. Give it here.”

Tina swallowed and took a half-step forward, but froze when her older sister interrupted her again, this time in a very stern voice.

“I said, pigs don’t walk like people. Down!”

Finally catching up, Tina immediately fell to her knees, so quickly and hard that it hurt a little.

Kneeling, she fumbled with the leash and collar for a second before deciding to just put it in her mouth so she could walk on all fours. Finally, she also dropped the plastic baggy full of thick rings she had in her left hand, not knowing what to do with it. She heard Pauline make an amused snorting noise.

“Well, at least you remembered to bring everything. Put it in your mouth too, Piggy, and crawl over here.”

Tina opened wide and scooped the entire plastic bag into her mouth, being careful not to gag on it accidentally. Then she bit down on the leash and collar again. The leather tasted bitter and the metal bits like an old spoon and the baggy clung to the roof of her mouth and her tongue like sweet-sticky plastic. It made her drool a bit. Then she started crawling, keeping her eyes fixed on the toes of her sister she had sucked clean the night before. She felt a hot sensation in her undeveloped pussy thinking of how she licked her own pee from those slender feet.

Tina’s long braid nearly touched the floor when crawling this way and, looking down at her, Pauline could see the round butt of her baby sister swaying as she crawled, nicely accentuated by the lingerie. Where the stockings ended on her thighs, just half a finger’s thickness of fat spilt over in a little ridge.

Huh, Pauline thought, her old, stolen underwear really did fit the little slut, at least in the ass department. She would still have to do something about those undeveloped little child teats, though, if she was to really shine in it.

When Tina stopped in front of her big sister, she had a line of drool swaying below her chin. Pauline bent down and took the leash from her little sister’s mouth.

“Keep holding the baggy for now. Won’t be tempted to ask dumb questions that way, too.” Pauline said with a condescending smirk.

“Sit and beg, piggy. You may look at me.”

Tina immediately complied and knelt, keeping her torso upright and looking up at her sister, while holding her hands like the paws of a begging dog. Pauline inspected the kinky little pig approvingly, noting the bruise on her face. It did not look too bad, but I must hurt.

Carefully, Pauline squatted down and brushed the braided golden hair aside, revealing a pale neck covered in small bruises, left by her own fingers. As she touched her sister’s neck, she could see the girl shiver. She felt her own heartbeat pick up.

Working efficiently, she undid the choke collar with a key from her apron pocket and put it around her sister’s neck. She pulled until she met resistance and was about to lock it again, when she decided on a whim to try and just go to the smallest setting. That meant the collar dug slightly into her sister’s neck at all times, even without any pulling. She was sure her pain slut could take it, though. Tina made a tiny noise, more like a whine, as she pinched her skin when locking the collar.

Perfect. Now for the final surprise.

Instead of commanding her pig slave to spit out the baggy, she said “Open wide.” And lightly tapped Tina between the legs with her right foot. Her big toe came away glistening with wetness.

When the 9-year-old blonde opened her mouth, Pauline pinched an already bruised nipple, hard. At that, Tina gasped and opened her mouth further and Pauline quickly shoved her hand in, deep. Tina gagged, as the hand rummaged through her mouth.

Pauline carelessly scratched the tender insides of her Tina’s mouth and tongue with her nails as she yanked the baggy out. Looking at her little sister, she could see that her emerald eyes once again were glassy with tears and held look of most delicious hurt. To Tina’s credit, her hands remained in the begging position and she did not speak, just mewl a little as a tiny drop of saliva mixed with blood fell from her lips to the white kitchen tiles from the corner of her mouth.

“These things are for later. I’ll need to do some other stuff to you, before we do that.”

Tina felt a chill at that. What would happen to her? Was it part of this training she had agreed to?

Pauline clipped the key to her necklace.

“There, now you can’t take it off. Everyone will know you’re a little piggy on sight. No need to speak. Which is good, ‘cause Piggys don’t speak.”

Tina, her head spinning, asked “But what about Aunt Carla? And… and school on Monday? What… what will we do?”

Pauline only sternly said: “Turn around.”

Tina did, confused.

A loud woosh followed by a hefty smack made the cutlery on the table clink. Tina fell to all fours and howled, then reached back, rubbing her right butt cheek vigorously as Pauline held up the metal spatula she had just used for the pancakes.

“No questions except one, remember? And this was not it, cunt.”

“S-Sorry. I’m sorry. Didn’t think.” Tina breathed, holding her stinging butt.

“It’s my fault, really.” Pauline said dismissively. “I should have started training you earlier. But I never knew you were such a little slut. Don’t worry, we can fix you and make you a really good girl. But you’ll have to listen to me. No questions. Understood?”

“Yes. No questions.” Tina answered.

After a lighter tap with the hard spatula on her bright-red asscheek she winced and quickly added “Mistress.”

“Good girl.” Pauline purred. “You earned your breakfast.”

With that, she turned to sit down at the table a few steps from the still-kneeling Tina. But as she saw the younger girl starting to get up and turn around, Pauline stopped midway, casually kicked the legs out from under Tina so she fell hard, hitting her already bruised chest and knees on the tiled floor again, as well as her head.

“Nuh-uh. Pigcunts don’t sit in chairs. Stay.”

Pauline casually moved on and sat down. While Tina managed to get back into a kneeling position, Pauline grabbed a plate from the counter. She put it on the floor right between her legs under the table, then tapped it with her foot, leaving a toeprint on the syrupy pancake.

“Eat up, Piggy.”

Tina, now noticing how hungry she was despite her new bruises and sudden headache, started crawling forward. When she made it to the plate, she eagerly reached out but stopped when she saw there was no cutlery to eat the thick, syrup-drenched pancakes. She looked up at her sister uncertainly.

Well, up at her crotch, really, a nice bulge of blue denim fabric behind strong, wiry thighs, where you could almost see the red panties below peek through a hole in the stone-washed fabric.

Noticing a lack of eating noises, Pauline bent down.

“Not hungry?”

“No it’s just… Dad says to always use a fork and- Where are-?“

Tina was cut off with a wheeze after Pauline kicked her between the legs.

“S- Sorry… Mistress…” Tina moaned, pressing a hand to her hurting, stinging, sex. She felt wetness. And a hot pulsing.

“Oh, you are confused. I see. Pigs don’t need hands. Kneel, and eat up. With your mouth.”

Tina reached out a hand to crawl forward, but stopped again, looking up at her sister, still uncertain. Annoyed, Pauline wound up for another kick.

“Hey piggy, remember the other rules?”

Sensing imminent pain, Tina cringed and spoke up immediately.

“Don’t disobey!”

“Good. And the other one?”

“Don’t…”

It dawned on her.

“Don’t hesitate.” She said in a very small voice.

“And what happens when you DO hesitate?”

“I- I get punished…”

“Good girl!” Pauline said mockingly. “As a reward, I’ll let YOU think of the punishment you want for this. I’d just slap you, but you’d only enjoy that, wouldn’t you?

She ate a bite, then added:

“I expect something more creative from you. I’ll ask you later and you better have something good ready, or I’ll decide for you. And that will really hurt. Now. EAT.”

Pauline stopped bending down and sat up straight, digging into her pair of chocolate chip pancakes.

Below the table, Tina was carefully plucking a chunk off of the first pancake with her mouth.

It was not that hard to eat like a pet, and it felt good to be there, she decided, looking at her sister and chewing. Below Pau- No. Below Mistress.

Looking at her beautiful, strong legs, much less chubby than hers. At her warm crotch that smelled so good yesterday. Where she finally got to do adult stuff and even… even try this vape thing! She felt very cool and grown-up for that. And again, noticed the constant heat between her legs, remembering the previous night.

Her raised, round butt swayed a little, each time she bit off a piece of pancake, rubbing her thighs together and giving her more warm feelings.

When she finished her breakfast, she dutifully knelt upright, her head nearly touching the table, and waited, until Pauline had apparently finished up too and tapped the side of her chair with a hand.

“Come here and sit.” She commanded.

Tina immediately crawled over, out from under the table. The tiles here, in the sunlight, felt warmer. She herself felt warmer, looking up at her sister’s approving face.

“You’ve been a good pet; you get a treat!” Pauline said in a voice you usually use to talk to very small children or animals.

Tina did not mind the degrading implication; she enjoyed the praise too much and just beamed up at her sister.

“Look at me and open wide!” Pauline commanded.

Tina kept her emerald eyes focused in Pauline’s loving, hazel orbs and opened her mouth.

“Wider, and stick out your tongue!”

Tina did so and could see Pauline was taking something out of the front pocket of the apron she was still wearing. Casually, she grabbed Tina’s jaw with one hand and squeezed hard, keeping it open, and dropped something in her mouth with the other.

“Swallow.”

Tina gagged when the thing – no, things! – dropped in, bounced off her tongue and stuck to the back of her throat.

Pauline kept holding her jaw open. She watched her sister squirm and try to swallow the two pills she had dropped in without anything to wash them down. It looked pretty amusing, how the little sow fought her gag reflex, but she did not want to clean up vomited pancake today, so she relented.

“Oh, need a drink, cunt?”

Still gagging, face squished by Pauline’s strong hand, Tina mouthed between gags:

“Yesh.”

At that, Pauline took a big swig of orange juice, sloshed it around her mouth a bit and messily spit it into her sister’s.

Tina almost breathed it in and choked, with half of it hitting her eyes, stinging badly, some hitting her face and running everywhere. Finally, with a tremendous struggle, she gulped and got the juice and the two sticky things – wait, were those… pills? – down. The juice burned in her mouth where she had been scratched earlier.

“Good girl, I hope you like your treat.”

Tina first rubbed her eyes that were already getting red and puffy again from the acidic orange juice that stained her face, neck and chest, then she opened her mouth, then quickly closed it again

“Silly piggy. You are wondering what the treat was.”

Tina nodded, drops of orange juice still gliding down her neck and chest.

“It’s a dose of ketamine and some MDMA. It’s a grown-up drug, kinda like the weed yesterday. Do you remember how that felt?”

Tina nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes. I guess. It- uh- yes Mistress. It made me feel really good and I tingled all over and stuff. So… That is what happens now?” Tina concluded excitedly.

“Yes, pet. But different. And stronger. The Ketamine is important for later, it numbs your pain response so things do not hurt so much. You wanted to learn some more about culling, right? About snuff. Pleasure.”

She pinched Tina’s nipple and smiled cruelly.

“Your death.”

Tina felt her body grow warmer and a tingle spread from her toes and fingertips. Was that the drugs or… did she feel it because of what her si- her Mistress said?

“I’ll show you everything and try some more advanced stuff with you, as long as I think you can take it. I’m very proud of you! But I want to see you feel it and process it, not pass out. That’s the ketamine’s job. MDMA, well, let’s just say that makes everything feel… better. More. Let it surprise you. Should only take like half an hour to kick in even with you, chubby. I dosed it high enough.”

With that, she gave Tina a light clap on her bruised cheek and told her:

“Go on, clean yourself up, Auntie will be here soon.”

Tina gave a start and tried to stand up. Pauline was already winding up a kick when she saw her freeze, remembering her place.

Smiling, Pauline put her foot down again and watched her pre-teen piggy bitch crawl to the guest bathroom, dragging the leash behind her. She took a moment to inspect the round ass curving out of the lingerie and appreciatively nodded at the wetness streaking down her piggy’s thighs, then set about cleaning up the kitchen and rehearsing for 12:30.

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Tina looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.

She could stand up for cleaning herself, if she was ordered and her being clean made Mistress happy, she reasoned. She felt sticky from the orange juice that was slowly drying in her face and on her body, her hair had become messy again and there was a tiny bit of dried spit and blood in the corner of her mouth where it had not been washed away by the orange juice. The pink collar and leash stood out brightly against her pale and bruised skin. Between her legs she felt hot and sticky.

She quickly scrubbed her face, chest and nethers with a wet towel and soap where she could and started re-braiding her hair. As she worked, she tried to ignore the increasingly tingly feeling in her limbs and the light fog that seemed to be descending on her mind.

It was not a dizzy feeling like yesterday, it was even weirder. She felt numb and excited at the same time. She felt her heart beat really fast and her body was feeling like TV static in her fingers and hot all over, even in the relatively cool, tiny bathroom.

She ran an absent-minded finger across her slit. It felt good, but like it should feel better and the touch was far away. She ran her index finger in slow circles across her clit. It was like it kept feeling better, but never good enough. She breathed faster.

She was scared, afraid what these drugs were doing to her, because she lied earlier.

She did not actually remember a lot from after the second time she had used that “vape”-thing yesterday. Only impressions. She focused on the memory. A bleeding blonde woman. A pig. No, a monster. A Pig… man. The impression of a huge, hairy cock popped into her mind. Definitely a man.

Then she remembered herself, hurting. Her face hurting.

Her cunny feeling good because she hurt. Her back, snuggled up to her sister. Naked. Loving it.

Bright blue-grey eyes that stopped moving. Forever. Wishing it were her eyes. Shouting it out for all the world to hear. Falling.

At the memory, a sensation of heat and wetness grew again between her legs.

There was also a vague sense that she wanted to be… wanted. Used. And that meant not hesitating and not disobeying her big sis- Mistress. Even if she was scared of the drugs. They did make her feel good though, yesterday. She trusted Mistress. And she had promised to obey. And obeying felt good. And Pauline praised her whenever she obeyed.

She nodded to herself at the logic, still braiding her hair, and the mirror in front of her left a melting afterimage swimming over what she was actually seeing.

She blinked and the light streaming in through the small window seemed to take on a halo as her head buzzed more. She shook her head and looked at herself again, forcing her mind to clarity, if only for a moment.

With a satisfied smile, Tina checked her now once-again clean reflection. The inside of the collar and also the lingerie still felt a bit sticky, particularly where the lace surrounded her nipples and lay on her upper chest, but she could not get that out with only a small sink, and not fast enough to not disappoint Mistress.

Feeling good about herself, she opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway.

Pauline was waiting, leaning sideways against the kitchen doorframe. She no longer wore the apron, but had stuffed two garden gloves in the back pocket of her denim shorts. Behind her neck hung a straw hat by a string that caught under her chin.

“Ready for some gardening?” she smirked. “I see you got some questions, so ask.”

Tina remained quiet.

“Come on, I can see the question buzzing in your head. We’re just gonna have some fun with aunt Carla today. What’s the matter?”

“But what about…?

Tina pointed at herself.

“Will she not be mad when she sees how I look? Or… Or run around naked?”

“Yeah, about that, I texted her. She knows I got a surprise for her and that she should bring her work kit.”

Tina looked confused once more.

Aunt Carla worked for the government’s societal norms bureau. But that was like… an office job.

What could she bring that would help gardening – or help them out when Auntie got mad about how naughty she had been? The question burned on her tongue but Tina fought it down and only nodded. Anything to make Mistress happy.

The nod made her vision swim. Her knees felt wobbly.

Pauline had closely studied her face and, seemingly finding what she wanted to see, smiled to herself, then clapped her hands.

“Right! Aunt Carla will be here in like a minute. I want you to kneel over there in the corner.”

She pointed at the corner opposite the TV, next to the front window, where the outer wall connect to the small hallway’s wall demarking the living room from the hallway. You could not see this spot from the window for from the door.

Tina nodded.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl! When Aunt Carla gets here, stay in that corner. Don’t speak. I do the talking. Don’t interrupt me, don’t ask any stupid fucking questions and don’t even make a noise until I order you to. Here, while you kneel in the corner, put this between your thighs, all the way up to your worthless cunt. You’ll love it, you slut.”

Pauline reached behind her back and picked something up from the kitchen table.

She tossed it at Tina, who just barely managed to not drop it. It was a heavy, rubbery cylinder with a rounded, bulbous tip and a button on the opposite, flat end. It was as thick as her wrist at the narrowest point, and the bulb was as large as her closed fist!

“What are you waiting for, get crawling, pig!” Pauline said, gesticulating at the corner.

Tina dropped to her knees, glad to no longer feel so off-balance, and tried to put the rubber thing in her mouth, but it would not fit. She kept trying but she just could not get the thing in horizontally – like a bone for a dog, it hurt her jaw when she opened wide enough to almost get it between her teeth.

“Goddamnit, you really are useless.”

Pauline stomped over and squatted down in front of the cringing Tina.

“Open up.”

Tina tried as hard as she could to open her mouth further. She squeezed her eyes closed against the pain in her jaw.

She felt Pauline press the rubber thing to her lips with the bulbous end. She felt it slide along her teeth, heard Pauline curse and increase the pressure. Suddenly Pauline seized her jaw again with one hand and pressed down, then pulled. With a squeaking noise as it slid along her teeth, the bulb entered her mouth, immediately followed by two inches of shaft.

It pressed directly against her throat, her jaw REALLY hurt and she felt like she had to barf. She tried to hold it in, and only a slight gagging noise escaped. Through watery eyes she could just make out the shape of her sister.

“That should do it. Go! Move, whore!”

She got lightly kicked in the groin once again and started crawling.

She managed to cross the hallway and room and feel her way into the corner through teary vision, fighting down the sick pressure in her throat all the while.

As she finally turned around and knelt, back to the wall, she tried to quickly remove the obstruction hurting her jaw, but she could not do it. It was practically stuck behind her teeth and every movement made her gag as it hit the roof of her mouth or the back of her throat.

She heard a giggle from her sister in the hallway.

No! She wanted to make her proud.

She pulled, with all her might and fought through the pain radiating to her teeth. The rubber bounced back once more, hitting her uvula, and something welled up in her throat.

Again.

Suddenly, with a pop as it escaped her lips, the rubbery intruder was free.

Tina heaved once, twice. A small mouthful of half-digested pancake vomit escaped, dripping off her chin to the floor, but she forced down the rest of it, rocked back and breathed deeply. Everything seemed to sparkle and glisten, lights seemed way too bright and her throat hurt a bit - but her tummy hummed contentedly. Proudly.

“Good job, piggy. But you spilled something. Come now, clean it up!”

Tina looked down at the tiny puddle. Chunks of pancake surrounded by yellow liquid. She bent down, stuck out her tongue. She ignored the sick feeling in her stomach and licked.

It was not too bad. Mostly it tasted like liquid pancake water and orange juice. And she was making sis- Mistress happy.

Her heart fluttered, still beating too fast.

Pauline smiled at the demonstration of obedience.

She gave her sister more directions once the 9-year-old slut was done cleaning, breathing normally again and less red in the face.

“Good girl. Now put the toy under you so the bulb is between your thighs, all the way up. Yes, like that. Press it in there nice and hard. Spread your legs more. Beautiful. Put a finger on that button on the bottom. Good. Now wait until I tell you, then press it.”

Tina seemed to wobble a bit, disoriented, but nodded agreement.

Pauline looked up at an engine noise in the driveway. Aunt Carla.

“Remember, fuck meat, not a sound!” she hissed and moved up to the front door.