4 Saturday Night

Pauline yawned and stretched her left leg by pulling it up behind her ass with both hands.

She was standing in the kitchen and had just washed her hands after she finished emptying and cleaning the piss-tub from the garage. That was the last chore for now.

Sweat was glistening on her arms and neck and back where it was not covered by the black tank top. She had done everything, superglueing the damn needle to her sister’s pussy to prevent permanent damage, stripped (except for the collar, she even unclipped the leash from it) and bathed the delirious, unresponsive meat toy, put her into her bed in a diaper and cleaned up every opened box and splash of fluids in the garage.

She had left the setup itself as it was, though. The big mirror above the old dining table would keep giving them a great view of their project.

She felt tired. It was already dark outside and she was hungry, but damn if she wasn’t proud and giddy at the thought of the next day. Aunt Carla coming back to help her break her little sister totally. She smiled and gently stroked herself through her sweat-soaked denim shorts. Her plan was coming together.

As she fixed herself a sandwich and ate it contentedly, she thought about what might be done with her sister when she woke from her ketamine-induced nightmares. She could occasionally hear her moan in terror upstairs. She always felt a rising wetness then. She really hoped the dreams were bad. And she hoped Tina woke rather soon.

If the little whore’s head was clear enough to appreciate it, she had some ideas of what may be done with Tina tonight in preparation of tomorrow and, more importantly, Monday. She absentmindedly rubbed her thighs together as she ate and planned, enjoying the warmth and wetness in her pussy. She wondered if Tina was any good at eating her out. She did lick her legs and feet very well…

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At almost midnight, Pauline rested her naked, somewhat dusty feet on the coffee table and poured herself a third glass of red wine stolen from her dad’s stash in the garage. She sat on the not-pissed-on part of the couch and watched a random “best of” clip compilation show. Currently there was a highlight reel of Turkish executions.

Mhm, those heads flying off in slow-motion was always real nice to look at. Yep, today had been good. She enjoyed the alcoholic burn and fruity, rich intensity of her drink as she kept replaying the day in her mind. How she had degraded and abused her baby sister, kicked her and pinched her and hit her. Delicious tears streaming down her face from puffy, red eyes with beautiful green irises.

She slid a hand into her shorts and panties, slowly caressing her most intimate spot at recalling the image of her dolled-up slut-sister, kneeling. In her imagination, she was slowly worshipping Pauline’s pussy through her panties with her soft, adoring green eyes looking straight up.

The mental image gave her goosebumps. She tried to fantasize more, about hurting the little bitch again like she fucking deserved. Mentally flipping through scenarios, she looked for the one with the most fear and hurt.

She finally had conjured up the image of that very first slap yesterday, the betrayal and fear evident on sister’s face, and she felt an orgasm building. But instead of working toward it, she heard a panicked mewling and a loud thud from upstairs.

FUCK!

Horny, frustrated and more than annoyed, she stomped upstairs and opened the door to her sister’s room to make sure she had not hurt herself into uselessness for tomorrow.

Tina lay on the floor, crumpled up in her blanket, bare chest heaving and diapered ass comically sticking out of the mess sideways.

“Sleep well, fuckmeat?” Pauline asked.

Tina looked over at her sister. Her darting, scared eyes immediately took on a loving glow.

“M- Mistress, you are here!”

“Of course I’m fucking here you dumb cunt. You made a hell of a lot of noise just now. What’s gotten into you?”

“I… I’m sorry… I had a nightmare. It was bad. Real bad.”

“Oh my, please, tell me about it.” Pauline said mockingly, impatience written on her face.

Tina seemed not to notice. Her voice was clear again and it seemed like her mind had recovered from the ordeal. The drugs apparently also had worn off somewhat. Good, she may be able to see if the conditioning had stuck, Pauline thought.

“I… I dreamed someone was hurting me. Real bad. And… and you were there. And you told me to cry more and that you loved seeing me bleed. And- and that was… okay. I guess? I … it was nice. Seeing you smile, even if the bad man was hitting me. I felt fuzzy inside and warm then. But… but then you said I was useless and needed to die and then you walked away. And I cried so much and… and then the bad man he…”

Her voice caught.

“Go on.” Pauline prodded, suddenly actually interested. Her nethers glowed white-hot.

“The bad man… he… he put… He put his thingy in me and he told me you were not coming back. And I didn’t want it but my… my cunny felt so good then and then he said I was not even good for fucking and took a knife-“

She sobbed once, then rambled even faster:

“an’ I was scared an’ he said I’d never see…” she hiccuped, “see you again. An’ that you hated me. An’ that hurt so bad an’ then my neck hurt from the knife and there was lotsa blood and then…” - another sob - “it was black and I was so lonely and I missed you so much. And then I woke… woke up.”

Suddenly she smiled brightly up at her bis sister, tears shimmering in her green eyes.

“And then you came in!”

Pauline took a deep breath. This was so fucking adorable. She needed to do something to the little slut right the fuck now before her own clit literally exploded. Steadying herself, she stepped forward into the room and said:

“Well, at least you didn’t piss the bed. Don’t worry, I’ll always love you, you silly little piggy. Even if you force me to punish you so much. Get up, time to change your diaper.”

Tina scrambled out of the sheets to stand, then crouched again, uncertain.

“You’re wondering if you should rather crawl, piggy? When the leash is on, you crawl. When it’s off, you can walk or crawl, whatever pops into your dumb little head. Come on, to the bathroom, rape pig.”

Without a leash on, Tina crawled and smiled happily, diapered ass swaying.

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Once in the bathroom, Pauline gently pushed Tina, standing, into the bathtub and quickly removed the diapers, tossing them into a plastic bag. She leaned in and inspected her sister’s cunt.

It smelled like piss and horny wetness. It was puffy and red where the needles had been, scabbed where it had bled. The big bladder needle was still there, glued in securely with a fat blob of lightly amber medical superglue, the metal head peeking out between the puffy lips. She reached out and spread the cuntlips. Immediately, she saw another small trickle of translucent, slightly yellow fluid leak out from the urethra and stain her shivering sister’s legs.

“Damn, this shit ’ll get old real fast.” She grumbled. “Maybe Carla got an idea.”

Pauline grabbed her phone and texted Carla:

>Got smth to stop piss leak? Annoying.

30 seconds later, a text pinged back.

>Diapers???

>Changing sux, soaked thru alrdy

Ping.

>awake?

>lucid, still annoying

Ping.

>Lazy b*tch. ;] try big red box labeled WS. Bottom cmprtmnt, red carton. Thnk m3 ltr. GLHF!1 xo gtg cu

“What the fuck…” Pauline murmured at the absolute boomerspeak her aunt had just texted at her. But she got the gist.

“Okay Piggy, start scrubbing yourself clean and when I’m back I got a present for you.”

Pauline hurried down the stairs and out to the garage as her sister ran the water.

The room still smelled like cleaning agent from her previous chores. She quickly gave the space a once-over in the gloomy light of the single fluorescent bulb. There!

She found the red box. It was at first glance full of random rubbery items. Rubber pants, rubber masks, rubber sheets… Ah, WS, WaterSports, she finally realized.

Most of it was not really inspiring anything as it did not inflict pain or humiliation directly, so she rummaged for the promised carton. When she found it, she popped it open.

“Huh…”

Her eyes lit up as she read through the small instruction leaflet.

“That’ll do.”

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When Pauline came up to the bathroom again, she found Tina desperately scrubbing her pussy. It was looking red and raw. Tina immediately looked up, embarrassed and started babbling.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I can’t… get clean. It just keeps coming out!”

“Not anymore it won’t, I’ve got something for that. Right here.” She held up the red carton.

“Stop, lean back and let me see. Come on.”

Hesitantly, Tina stood upright, legs spread, removed the loofa and slowly washed away the foam coating her lower body.

As she had said, twenty seconds after she had removed the loofa, a drop of yellow fell down again.

“Come on, Piggy. Sit on the side of the tub and spread your legs. Yes. Toward me. No, I’ll not be mad if you get pee on the tiles. Just do it. Dumb fucking slut.”

Tina scrambled to get into position.

As she sat down, something inside her hurt a bit. Where there was earlier only pressure from the needle, now it was a quick, sharp pain, ebbing when she sat fully and stopped moving. Her heart beat faster. Please please please don’t make this permanent, she begged to herself. This was so embarrassing.

“Legs further apart, I need to see this useless, broken piss hole of yours.”

Pauline slapped her inner thigh, hard.

Blushing, Tina spread her legs.

Looking down, she marveled how, except for the mild rope burns around her ankles, her legs were not bruised and hurting. Just immaculate, creamy skin that jiggled at her thighs. She absentmindedly caressed her clit as she slowly spread her legs and pussy lips when she remembered where the bruises higher up came from.

Pauline watched her sister playing with herself for a moment. Her tiny fingers slid around her soggy lips, smearing the flesh, already red and raw from scrubbing, with the occasional drop of urine, making it burn even more. Each time that happened, Tina hissed, then pressed her fingers on her clit, hard. Bitch was enjoying even that.

She moved forward and brought up what she had prepared. It looked like a long piece of rubber, like a miniature version of one of the balloons you made balloon animals with. But it was mostly black and rubbery-hard but floppy, only the tip was very soft and a bit softer. The other end went into a pumping ball. There was a small, long indented ridge in it that ended at the bulb.

She had smeared the instrument with lots of medical lube.

“Hands off, slut.” Pauline commanded.

Tina’s hand froze and slowly moved out of the way, being careful to hold her puffy cunt lips open.

Pauline pressed the soft, greased tip of the toy against her sister’s urethral opening.

Into it. The very small, floppy tip actually could slowly glide in with little resistance, eliciting a soft, shivering moan and a cute twitch from Tina. The younger girl was leaning back precariously, eyes closed, swaying a little. As it got thicker, Tina complained:

“Owwiiie oww Mi- Mistress please, it huuurrtss…Mistresss..”

“Shhh, Piss whore, you brought this onto yourself. Take it. You may play with yourself now. But don’t touch the catheter.”

“Remember, you love being hurt.”

Tina jolted at the phrase. Felt hot.

She did not know what a catheter was, but she did know she could now play with herself and enjoy her sister’s company even better.

She set to work, slowly pinching her clit and rubbing little circles around it like Pauline had done. That had felt sooo good. The pleasure was layered over an insistent pressing sensation below, where she could feel the thing her sister was holding push into her pee hole.

As she felt it go deeper, Tina gasped. Then, it seemed to hit some kind of big resistance. Tina grimaced in pain. Doubled over. Almost pushed her sister off, only the paralyzing pain stopping her.

“Take it you fucking piss slut, come on. You deserve being hurt! Say it!”

“…I deserve… to… be hurt…” Tina gasped, tummy spasming in pain, then relaxing. Speaking made it a little better.

Speaking those specific words made her feel warmer instantly.

Suddenly the resistance broke, a shock went through her abdomen, and the pulling and tearing became a numb pressure.

“There we go! Now I’ll just fill it up and presto!”

Tina looked down uncomprehendingly.

A final little bit of the thing was sticking out of her peehole, and it was attached to a kind of rubbery bulb. Her sister was pressing on it. She felt a pressure again, like a kind of wave that passed from her peehole deep into her tummy, a stinging wave that left more pressure in somewhere deep inside.

Another pump. Again, Tina doubled over from the pain. She breathed hard.

“Almost got it, says here to do 4!” Pauline exclaimed, pointing to the leaflet.

Then Tina felt two more punches to the gut in quick succession and screamed.

When the pain had subsided a bit and she dared open her eyes again, she saw Pauline standing in front of her, arms crossed, a lopsided smirk on her face.

“Aren’t you just the most adorable little painslut! Look, you’ve even gotten wet again from that!”

Tina glanced down her body between her legs. A little drop of cunt drool was glistening on the rim of the bathtub, right next to where the thin black rod stood out less than half an inch and then widened into a balloon with a small button on the side.

Pauline took her trembling hand and guided it to her lower abdomen, then pressed on it with her own. Tina’s eyes widened when she felt an unfamiliar hardness. It was like there was a little ball inside her tummy!

“See that tiny bump? That’s the tip of the catheter. It can get bigger, but for your size, it should only be as big as a walnut at most. I made it a little bigger because you were screaming so nicely. It plugs your pee hole from inside and you stay nice and clean!”

Tina was fascinated. She never thought anything could even go there.

“You just press on this little button on the pump, see?” Pauline indicated a small round elevated circle on the side of it.

“Then it deflates and your pee comes out along the small ridge. Then you pump it up again when you are done. Easy! But make sure to just do it on a toilet or in the shower. I am not mopping the floor after you.”

Pauline suddenly got a thoughtful look.

“You know, I asked you this morning what punishment you would want. Did you decide yet?”

Tina’s mind raced. Punishment? SHE had to decide? … Oh, right. In the kitchen. Breakfast. She had broken the rules. She had been bad.

“N… No, I… I forgot… I think. I’m sorry!”

“So, you’ve been a bad girl, huh?”

Tina looked very sheepish.

“Yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I… I’ve been a bad girl.”

She felt tingly inside when she said it.

“So, what do you think I should do with you, then? If you can’t even answer a single question after you had all day to think about it, you must be a really dumb cunt.”

Tina felt another wave of deep shame. She had let her sister down.

“I… I… I don’t know. Please. Can’t you think of something?”

“If I think of something, it’ll hurt. A lot. Are you sure?”

Tina gulped.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, please decide for me, Mistress.”

Tina looked down.

“Even if it really hurts?”

“E- Even if it really hurts.” Tina said bravely.

Pauline smiled cruelly.

“Good Piggy.”

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Pauline had brought Tina back into her own room.

“Remember I said I had something prepared for you here?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, it’s right under your mattress. Go on, lie down.”

When Tina lay naked in front of her, the catheter pump dangling obscenely between her thighs, Pauline walked around the bed and pulled the ankle- and wrist-restraints out that were connected to each other in a big X under the bed and tied to the bedposts for good measure. In minutes, the little cunt was securely tied down spread-eagle on her bed.

Pauline enjoyed the view for a second, resisting the temptation to just rip off her pants and slam her sweaty, hairy, sopping wet pussy into the little whore’s dumb, adorable fucking face until she came or the bitch suffocated. Whatever happened first. God, yes.

Instead, she pulled herself together, looked down sternly and said:

“I’ll give you another choice, but you have to make it now. I can either beat you while you do to my ass what the blonde girl in our first movie did, or you pick the surprise that will make auntie really happy tomorrow.”

“Uuuuuh…”

Tina seemed to really have to think hard about that one.

“I… I wanna make Auntie happy! She made me feel good and made me pee a lot which was weird but fun and I liked the movie she picked for me with the big hammer guy!!”

Pauline nodded, disappointed. Vibrator it was for her, once she was through with this.

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“See this?”

Pauline held up the plastic bag with the five thick, heavy silver ring piercings, each circlet big enough to stick her thumb through.

“I’ll put those nice rings on you so you look really pretty for Auntie tomorrow. Do you like it?”

Tina beamed.

“I GET EARRINGS!?”

“Nope. These are not for your ears. Where else do you think they could go?”

“They go somewhere else?” Tina breathed as Mistress walked up to her and put a silk mask over her eyes, whispering:

“Go on, guess.”

“I dunno! Uh…”

She could no longer see, but she could hear.

Her Mistress, her big sister was rummaging around. Occasionally, she reached over to gently caress her thighs or chest or face and each time she felt warmer and more tingly in her hairless, wet pussy. The pressure of the catheter was starting to feel nice.

“Well, if you are too stupid for that, then it’ll be another surprise!”

Then she felt a weight depress the mattress next to her tummy.

“Ready, pain pig? This’ll hurt. No K this time.”

Tina suddenly no longer felt sure it was worth it to impress Auntie. But she had promised. She would be strong and endure everything. For her sister. She would be a good piggie. This was her punishment and she deserved it to hurt. At that last thought, she felt her cunny burn again.

It smelled like alcohol and something cold was rubbed on her chest. She remembered the needles. She was suddenly very afraid. But when she imagined the pain, she did not ONLY feel fear. She also felt … tickly? Inside?

Then there was a weight pressing down on her hips, her sister straddling her.

“Here it comes, you fat, no-tits cunt. Maybe now people will look at your flat fucking chest and finally like it.”

Tina’s head swam. She should feel ashamed at what her sister had said. Sad. Hurt. And she did. Kinda.

She knew she was not good enough. Not for her sister, her Mistress, not for Auntie. And she really did not deserve daddy. And Pauline saw that. And accepted her anyway, punishing her so she no longer had to feel like a bad person. She would do it, for her. She deserved this.

And so, Tina welcomed the sting and the stretching sensation.

Then there came a numb pressure and suddenly a small tearing and then burning. Intense.

Her breath caught and her back and butt cramped up, trying to arch her back under her big sister’s weight.

Then she felt a strange weight pulling her breast’s skin to the side of her chest, while everything continued throbbing and burning. It hurt so much she wanted to scream, but she grit her teeth and only inhaled sharply, then moaned.

“Done! Ah shit, it’s bleeding a little. I’m gonna put on more disinfectant. This’ll hurt too, enjoy it, pain slut.”

A bright, red-hot sting pierced her focus and Tina’s mind slid back again, to the needles in her pussy. Immediately she felt herself grow wetter, even as she flinched from the pain at her nipple.

“You took that well, good slave! You love to be hurt!” Pauline praised.

“I love to be hurt.” Tina whispered, a small echo in her head wondering why she had whispered along.

But it felt right, safe, to say it. Like that was what she was always meant to say. To think. To be.

She finally understood herself.

The pain in her nipple no longer felt sharp, but like a dull burning that slowly grew into a warm hardness as she started enjoying the pulling sensation.

Her nipple tightened around the cold pressure of the stinging metal and, because that really hurt, lost its swelling again as the excitement went away. She moaned, not only in pain.

“Mhhh, at least someone is having fun.” Pauline intoned sarcastically, as she felt her sister lightly hump the air while her pussy shone wetly.

The little whore was enjoying it way too much. She flicked Tina’s clit hard to shut her up and was rewarded with a cute little gasp and a shiver.

“I’ll do the rest now, stay quiet and don’t fucking move.“

Working deftly, she used the next of the large canula she had disinfected in one hand, while she sprayed the disinfectant on her sister’s other nipple with the other. She lined the tool up again, whispered “You need to be broken.” into her sister’s ear.

Then she slammed the fat needle through, followed by the opened ring piercing, as Tina’s response was just triggered and she tried to say “I need to b-“ at which point she let out a loud, howling “owwwiieee”. She twisted in her restraints.

“Good piggy, well done! Only three more! Can you guess where the others are going?”

“Mm… My… My ears?” Tina said hopefully.

“Nope, it’s your fat, dirty, piss-soaked cunt.” Pauline said cheerily and slapped her hard between the legs. Tina breathed in sharply even before the slap landed, then she shook and moaned quietly.

“ooowww…”

As Pauline got up from straddling her sister to move between her legs, she noticed a new wetness between her own. She glanced up. The pierced nipples did look fucking sexy on this little slut.

The weighty rings pulled her little nipples sideways and stretched the fat and skin into some kind of comical cone-shaped mini-tit. She looked so fucking dumb and fuckable.

Frustrated, Pauline slid a hand across her crotch and breathed deep, before continuing her work. Her clit WAS going to explode at this rate.

She needed to let her frustration out.

“Hey, rape meat, I have another choice for you!” Pauline called up at her sister from the floor between her legs.

Tina could not see her or feel her weight so she vaguely answered:

“umm… okay…?”

“I’ll use one on each side and the third in a surprise place. Do wanna know where? Or should it be a surprise?”

Tina tensed up. She swallowed hard and felt, for the first time in a while, how the collar dug into her neck. Goosebumps were running up and down her spread legs and abdomen and arms and chest.

“Su- Surprise please.” Tina said.

Without answering or warning her, Pauline got to work and slammed the piercing needle through both puffy lips at once, one after the other. She hoped it really fucking hurt.

She was rewarded with delicious, high-pitched screaming. Seems like these spots were still very sore from the needle training earlier. Nice.

The screaming continued as she carefully clipped open the two rings and used them to follow the piercing needle all the way through the skin flap until she could turn it and lock it closed. When she dropped the rings, her sister stopped screaming and only breathed hard.

“Good piggy! You love pain!” Pauline exclaimed, using another one of the trigger phrases. “Don’t you little sow?”

“I love pain…?” Came the automatic response from Tina, the end of the phrase suddenly sounding like a question. It seemed like she was still catching up on the conditioning and kept wondering why she spoke almost involuntarily. Would have to keep reinforcing those to not risk her slipping back, Pauline thought to herself. Then she continued:

“Goody! ‘Cause this will really hurt. Open your mouth.”

Tina opened her mouth, wondering what this was for. Maybe she would get to taste her sister, no, her Mistress’ fingers again, coated in delicious pussy juice!

“Stick out your tongue!”

Ooooh! Maybe more fun pills! The last ones felt really really really good. But also really weird and she did not remember much outside of colors and the knowledge that she really was a piggy and that she really loved her sis and auntie.

Oh. And hammers. Heavy. Hurting. Lovely. And that she wanted to see more fun ways to get… punished… maybe even…

She stuck her tongue out as far as she could.

Something hard grabbed her tongue, not her Mistress’ fingers. No, it tasted like metal, hard but rounded on her tongue and below it. Tina stayed very still, frozen in fear.

Then came the pulling and pulling and suddenly a strong, sharp pain, near the tip of her tongue, in the middle, and the taste of blood and metal and alcohol and a burning feeling and then something big that put more pressure where the stinging and burning was. Gagging, she tried to pull away, but tied down like she was, Pauline easily held her jaw with one hand.

“Stop squirming you useless fucking cunt, I need to close it! You are just fucking meat, act like it!”

Tina froze, enduring the terrible taste and pain and pressure in instinctual fear while “I am useless. I am meat.” echoed in her head and her pussy after hearing the words.

A few seconds later the pulling relented and the sharp pain turned into a dull and deep throbbing like she felt on her chest and pussy lips.

She tried to pull her hurting tongue back in as it was finally, mercifully released. It felt strangely heavy.

Wrong.

CLINK.

She froze, confused. Something metal on her teeth? Her tongue felt stuck.

HER TONGUE!

She suddenly realized it, having only vaguely felt the first blossom of comprehension as her sister worked and the pain and fear overshadowed all thought. It was exhilarating.

She really had a tongue piercing now! She would look so cool and… and … sexy. Like some of the older girls in school who had a glinting little stud there.

She could take the pain, if it meant Auntie found her more beautiful this way!

Experimentally, she opened very wide, pulled her tongue in. The piercing still scraped her teeth a little. It always touched her teeth and the roof of her mouth and pressed weirdly down when it was inside, no matter where.

She tried to speak.

“Dhu… Do youh sthink I look beautifshul?” Tina lisped, the unfamiliar weight and painful swelling of her tongue slurring her speech.

Pauline gazed down. She enjoyed the sight of the freshly decorated fuck toy before her. Her sex buzzed and her heart beat a little faster.

Then she looked, really looked at the slightly shivering, blindfolded form before her, and felt a flutter in her chest and quickly turned sideways.

“Yes, you look very sexy right now. I’ll clean up, disinfect that and then I’ll untie you, okay?”

With that, Pauline caressed her inner thighs again and gently got to work.

After she had disinfected all piercing wounds, to much mewling and whining, she packed up the piercing kit and and removed the blindfold.

Tina moaned a little in response to the sudden brightness, then looked down herself in fascination, drooling spit from her open mouth with the tip of her pierced tongue lolling out.

As her eyes slid down over her abused and bruised and freshly pierced sister, at how obscenely the rings dragged her cuntlips and nipples and how her mouth hung slightly too open, swollen tongue sticking out, drooling pathetically, Pauline touched herself lightly.

She felt slickness like never before.

“You love being hurt.” Pauline breathed, still stroking her crotch.

“Ieh lohve beinguh huht.” Came the automatic response, whispered with a surprised pitch, like Tina realized it only while speaking, as she fixated her sister’s hand sliding between two toned thighs.

Pauline’s mind jolted at a sudden pressure on her chest. She had to keep going. Needed more.

“Hey Piggy, tired yet?” Pauline asked, undoing one hand restraint, hands shaking a tiny bit.

“Yesh. Ah biht. Buht I can shtay up if youh want!”

No, better not to overdo it. Keep control.

Slow. Steady. Her hand calmed.

“No, you know what, Auntie said we need you awake tomorrow. You should get some more sleep. Enjoy the piercings though, hope they hurt.”

Pauline slapped her lightly on the left breast, eliciting a rewarding little yelp, and continued undoing the second restraint.

As the last hand-restraint came undone, Tina shot forward and snuggled her naked, a little bloody and very blue-purple chest and blonde head against her sister’s black tanktop, while her legs were still tied down and spread.

That must have hurt, with the bruises and piercings. Yet she was squeezing madly. In a cute, rambly, lisping slur, Tina said:

“Sthankyousthankyuosthankyousthankyou! Sthose are stho cool! I love you stho much P- Mistressth!”

Pauline felt suddenly overwhelmed. She couldn’t fucking deal with this shit.

“Uh. No problem? I’m glad you… like ‘em. Uh…” she fumbled for a humiliation that would shut her up quickly, as she pushed her sister back into the mattress, away from her own suddenly hard nipples.

“You… Fat… rape meat.”

God, that was lame. Why did her head feel like cotton candy all of a sudden?

She felt sweat beading on her brow. That sparkling burst in her pussy and chest, that was not just arousal.

Looking down at the cute little slut she felt… something. Lust, perhaps, but more like burning desire. Attraction, but less grandiose. Subtle. Stronger.

A feeling she had only half-remembered from years and years ago.

Oh no.

Oh NO!

Stalling, scrambling for a quick fix, she blurted out:

“Hey, you… uh… you wanna play another adult game?”

“Swh… swhat game?” Tina forced out past her painfully swollen tongue.

“It’s called cunnilingus and…. Uh… and the ring I just gave your tongue is very fun when you do it! I’ll show you!” she said, way too quickly.

Damn her shitty, drunk and horny brain, she thought, damn it for latching onto the first diversion that came up in her stupid fucking mind. Carla would be so fucking mad if Tina was too sore and knackered to work with tomorrow.

She would be even more mad, lethally so, if her brain went down that one truly alarming path from a moment ago.

This was better.

She started undoing the leg restraints.

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