They were in Pauline’s room.

“Okay, like I just told you. Sit down on the bed, hang your stubby little legs off the side and spread them. I’ll show you exactly what to do and then you do it for me and I’ll be very happy, if you do it well. Got it?”

Tina nodded enthusiastically, already spreading her legs obscenely wide. The catheter and balloon were comically dangling down from between her swollen, red, freshly pierced cuntlips that, pulled down by the rings, covered a small, pink slit between two immaculate, jiggly, soft, white thighs.

Her bruised chest and her pierced miniature teats were rising quickly with excited breaths. Pauline swallowed hard.

“Spread it for me, so I can see that disgusting piss cunt. You love to obey.”

“Ieh lohve toh obeyh,” whispered Tina in a monotone as she slid her right hand down and carefully spread her irritated pussy lips. She winced a little at the first touch when she reached the rings. That had to really hurt.

“Good girl meat. Now watch what I do, ‘cause a useless bitch like you will not get that ever again, except to teach her how to be fucking useful for once. Tell me what it feels like and describe what I’m doing, so you fucking remember it.”

With a deep breath and slight irritation at the unfamiliar, almost subservient position, Pauline knelt.

The fat, plump outer lips, sagging from the heavy and thick piercings, were spread wide, they were red and swollen, as was the inner labia, slightly shorter and covering most of the hole. Both were covered in small round welts where the needles had been, though these were already shrinking, apparently. Everything was very wet.

The immature cunt smelled heavenly. The dominant aromas hitting Pauline as she bent closer were those of lubricant from the balloon catheter, residual disinfectant and the strong, sweet odor of girljuice and a bit of sweat.

She spread her fingers to get a good look. Her sister’s unstretched cunthole looked nice and tight, with the small hole-and-skin-structure of her hymen only just visible in the depths in the soft light.

Tina was fixing her with an intense, lustful stare and shivered when Pauline’s breath gently touched her innermost innocence.

“Pay attention slut, there’ll be a test later. And speak, describe what I am doing.”

Tina just nodded breathlessly, still gawking in anticipation of the touch she so longed for.

“Say yes if you heard me.”

“Yesh, Mishtressth.”

“Good toy!”

Pauline dove in, starting with slow kisses along the chubby but surprisingly firm thighs.

Then she worked her tongue in slow licks along both thighs, ever inward. She slid it around the raw and swollen skinflaps, across the glued-on bump of the bladder needle – which was rewarded with a slightly pained, nice and long moan – then up and around the clit, shoving her tongue in deep and sweeping up under the clitoral hood to really work the tiny nub.

Tina tried her best to speak, but she looked completely overwhelmed. Her mouth formed a big O, her eyes were looking intently but perhaps not really seeing anything as they slid this way and that over her sister’s face, and tongue and her own sex.

“Youh’re- youh’re mahking meh… Feehhl goohd!” she finally panted out past the piercing and swollen tongue that made her mouth feel like it was constantly fuller than it was supposed to be and sometimes clinked against her teeth.

Pauline leaned back and snipped a finger against the catheter, making the blonde little shit wince and moan in pain, canceling out all pleasure she had given her.

“Describe better. Try to fucking remember it.”

“Yesh Mistressth. Shorry Mistressth.” Came Tina’s almost automatic response.

“You- You ahre lih-hickihng my…”

“Your cunt. Your bitch hole. Your useless cumdump of a vagina.”

As Tina took a shaky breath, Pauline dove in deep and sucked up some delicious pussy drool directly from the hole.

“Youh ahre lihckihng my… huuah… inshide my… chunt.”

“Good girl. Keep going, I’ll show you more.”

Tina gasped and almost fell back, just catching herself with her hands behind her back as her sister redoubled her efforts on her clit and began sucking.

“Youh ahre… youh ahre…” she panted “sssthuckhing my…”

Pauline removed her mouth with a pop. She flicked a finger at it, hard. Tina yowled, panted.

“Your stupid FUCKING clit. Your useless lust bean. It’s not for your pleasure. It’s for mine. But remember it. I want you to do that to me. EXACTLY like that.”

“Yehsh Misshtreshth.” Tina lisped, trying intensely to remember the precise spots Pauline was touching so nicely.

She really, really wanted to give her sister just as much love and more. Her heart fluttered a little looking at her stern face that slowly grew softer as she kissed and licked the cunny in front of her all over.

Suddenly, she leaned back a bit and prodded the tight opening of Tina’s vagina with a finger.

“You know what this is for?”

“Bah… Bahbiesth” Tina moaned out, slurred and spitting a bit.

“Exactly. But you can also feel really good if something is put in there. Very carefully. But you have never felt that, have you?”

“Nu…Nuhh” Tina shook her head.

“Very nice, let’s keep it that way. That first time should be real special and we’ll make sure it is for you!”

“You can do it to me though, mine’s long over.” Pauline said and felt a little pang in her heart at the absolute shitfest of a disappointment her first time had been.

“Can’t do much worse of a job than that faggot.” She grumbled under her breath before diving in again.

“Wuh am Uh doin’ nao?“ Pauline asked, face buried nose-deep in her sister’s muff.

“liihhicking my… shole… and clhit!!” Tina said proudly.

“Very good, toy. If you can remember all of that, Auntie will be very proud.”

Pauline dove in deeper, greedily grinding her face into the smooth, wet, innocent pussy before her, lapping up her sweet nectar with wild abandon while massaging herself through her, now truly soggy, denim shorts.

Tina smiled brightly. Her chest felt tight and tense and jittery and happy.

This all felt so, so, so good and her sister kept praising her and she was learning so much fun adult stuff. No wonder some of her friends were always whispering and stopped talking when she came up, she was so dumb to not know this stuff!

It was so obvious; she must really be a little stupid if she never realized that people did this.

She decided she would try and show her friends what she had learned on Monday. They would be really impressed; she’d bet on it! Maybe after running class first thing in the morning. They always showered together, that was a good time.

A sudden heavy suction on her clit made her tremble. She felt something creeping up on her, a bit like yesterday when she sat on her sister’s lap.

“Aahh… Ahhh…stho closthe…” she moan-lisped.

Pauline had suspected as much from the twitching of her abdomen.

Time to make the piggy squeal.

She aggressively licked and sucked the clit and right when her sister flexed and moaned very loudly, sweat glistening on her thighs, she yanked on the catheter and then stopped all touching, forcibly spreading her sister’s legs wide and slapping a reaching hand away, hard.

Tina gasped, trembled. Blinding pain. Her head swam. She felt so good and there was a big wave building in her and it kinda broke but also not. The pain had pushed out the pleasure just as she felt she was finally, finally getting to crest the wave.

Now her whole lower body trembled and she FELT like she had had cummies but it did not feel like they were actually there. Her cunny lips tingled and felt sore, like after she came but there was no release, no contentment like before. Just another mounting pleasure wave that slowly drained away, leaving her shivering and frustrated. And horny. Confused and shaky she asked:

“Whu… happhn?”

“It’s called a ruined orgasm. You get a real one if you’re good. Lie back!”

It was so frustrating, Tina thought. She had tried so hard to remember all the things Mistress had showed her and she really was looking forward to feeling good.

But Mistress was right. Piggies did not deserve cummies like that if they had not been good. She would be good. So, she lay back on the bed and smiled at her sister as she got up.

Pauline’s face was glistening with her sister’s cunt juices, sticky and smelling intensely like sex. She herself was soaking wet, her panties almost dripping through her shorts. She was breathing hard. Her knees hurt, but she didn’t give a shit.

She looked down at her handywork. Her sister was lying back, sweat all over her body, the catheter sticking out like a strange alien parasite from her urethra. Her cunt lips jiggled when she twitched and the piercings clinked together nicely.

Further up, the bruised chest was decorated with two more silver rings, thick and heavy, and where they went into the skin, stretching and expanding the miniscule breast-bumps, both piercings had a little crust of dried blood around them. She looked just fucking delicious.

“Okay you dumb slut, do you know what you really should be able to do but haven’t learned yet?”

“Nuhhh?” Said Tina, uncertainly.

“Kiss. Follow my lead and do what I do. Lick your fucking cunt juice out of my mouth. Open wide.”

Tina did what her sister told her and her heat beat harder. Faster. More insistently. She would have her first real kiss! With Pau- Mistress even! She could not believe how lucky she was. She felt a weight on the bed as Pauline knelt on the mattress, one knee between her legs, the other to her right. Her sister’s strong, sinewy arms came down left and right of her shoulders, pinning her wrists.

Her heart skipped a beat. The brown, deep eyes and red lips of her sister came closer, framed by messy black hair smelling like sweat and… her. She closed her eyes like she saw in the movies.

Her breathing quickened again. She opened her mouth a little wider as she felt a hot breath on her lips.

It smelled like alcohol and fruit and her own sex. Suddenly she felt lips press on hers, insistent. She wanted to mirror the kiss like her friends had once talked about (“You just gotta do what he does, boys love it!”) and pressed her head up, but her sister was bigger and stronger and almost painfully pressed harder, forcing her head back into the mattress. Tina moaned in pleasure.

Suddenly a weight shifted and her sister’s knee was deep between her legs, touching her raw pussy. The touch hurt a bit at first, but a few seconds later, she was grinding her hips against it, slow and hard, as their lips were locked and hot breath smelling like wine and herself washed over her nose and into her mouth.

“Good Piggy” her sister moaned into her mouth.

Then she felt a kind of intrusion. Her sister had put her tongue inside! In her mouth! It felt so weird, but so good how it probed around. It hurt when it hit her cool new piercing though, that was not nice. But whenever it slid over other parts of her tongue or mouth or teeth it felt so hot and tingly and so good. Between her legs, too.

Suddenly she remembered she was supposed to be doing something too. She was being a bad piggy. At the thought, she felt more slickness where she rubbed against her sister’s knee.

She carefully, painfully extended her swollen, heavy tongue and tried to maneuver the ring in a way that did not hurt too much.

Every numb, pulsing touch made her mouth hurt all over but also made her tummy fluttery because of the taste of herself in her sister’s mouth. It was so strange!

She could feel spit from her sister’s mouth dripping into hers. Then her sister broke the kiss and Tina, eyes still closed, moved her head up a bit to follow, mouth hanging open and her pierced tongue lolling out obscenely, the ring barely fitting between her teeth as she pushed the tongue out further, probing.

Her sister’s mouth came back down and sucked the tip of her tongue in. It hurt when her lips got to the piercing and Tina could taste a little blood again but the sucking also felt really good then. Then Pauline flicked her tongue hard against the piercing, making Tina yelp, and broke away again as Tina tried to suck on her sister’s tongue to mirror the gesture.

She heard a rough spitting noise and felt a slimy dripping in the back of her throat. She gagged a bit.

“Swallow, sow.” Pauline commanded.

Tina instinctively did, she was really scared something like that morning’s breakfast might happen again if she was not swallowing well enough. The orange juice stilled burned in her eyes when she thought back to it.

“Good little slut pig. You did well with that. You are such a nice and obedient mouth cunt! Well done! You really love being used!”

Tina shivered. She did love to be used. It echoed in her mind. Loudly, like a metal chandelier toppled in a quiet church.

“Think you can show me what you learned?”

Tina’s heart felt like it would explode. Finally, she could serve Mistress!

She made to get up, but Pauline held her pinned firmly.

“Stay, Piggy. Just look at me.”

Tina did not move a muscle as her sister got up. She just looked intently. Lovingly. Longingly.

Her hands lay forgotten next to her shoulders still, where Pauline had last held them down.

She watched Pauline unbutton and drop her denim shorts.

Bent over, her mop of black hair hid her eyes. They shorts slid down her slender, hairless, muscular legs and hit the floor with a quiet thud. What stayed behind were her red panties, a much darker shade between her thighs.

Then Pauline grabbed the bottom of her black tank top and yanked it over her head, in one smooth motion tossing it into the corner, onto a pile of unwashed clothes.

Tina drank it all in with wide eyes. Her sister wore no bra and, on her chest, stood a pair of firm, perky breasts only a little bigger than could fit in the palm of her hand.

Still much more than she had, she thought, enviously, then reverently. Topping them were brown areolae not bigger than a silver dollar and from those rose two very hard nipples the size of maybe the butt of a cigarette.

Below her chest, where Tina could see the ribs as it rose and fell with a deep, hesitant breath, began her flat and tough abdomen, with a hint of a sixpack visible behind the taut, pale skin.

Turning slowly in a circle, almost shyly, Pauline asked:

“Like what you see?”

Tina took a second to register it as a question, so lost was she in adoring the athletic shape of her sister, her round butt and toned tummy and strong arms and legs and slender neck and her prominent collar bones. How she wished you could see her collar bone like that, surrounded by wiry, strong muscle.

“Yesh Mishtresth.” she breathed, adoringly.

“Good for you, ‘cause her comes the main course. Remember what I taught you. You better be useful, now.”

“Yesh Mishtresth!” Tina quickly nodded.

Then Pauline dropped her panties in one fluid motion and kicked them carelessly somewhere under the bed.

Tina stared.

Between her legs was a dense but trimmed bush of dark, almost black, coarse hair through which poked the darker skin of her round and firm outer lips, from which in turn poked the rim of light-pink-brown curtains of her inner ones. They were covered in a thick film of juices. She looked so… womanly. Not at all unfinished and flat and smooth and ugly like Tina herself.

Tina instinctively tried to swallow at the sight, but bumped into her teeth with the unfamiliar weight of the piercing and got so distracted by the pain she nearly missed that her sister had moved up to the bed, climbed on and was now standing above her.

She followed the long legs, feet planted directly left and right of her head, up and up. To firm calves, firmer thighs and finally the glistening wetness she had thought about ever since she got shoved in there yesterday.

She could smell the sweat on her sister’s skin and the heavy musk of her wet and eager pussy. Her breath came deep and long, eyes fixed. From her closer vantage she could now see that her sister’s clit was hard and peeking out very slightly from between the very top of her pussy lips, a darker hood of skin over a pink and glistening nub.

Tina really, really wanted to suck on that. Like, now!

Pauline spoke, in a dry-mouthed rasp that became a whisper.

“Okay Piggy, you’ll do a good job. You get to breathe when I want it, you get to get up when I cum, until then, get licking.”

With that, she squatted down hard on the blonde girl’s face and began grinding.

Tina seemed to be struggling with her pierced, swollen, unresponsive tongue and there was hot breath hitting Pauline’s pussy deliciously, but no lick came. Frustrated, she lightly slapped her baby cunt.

“Start licking you useless fucking sow!”

When there was no reaction other than a whimper, Pauline reached a hand behind her back and pulled softly, then harder, on one of the nipple piercings.

“Mfff…WUAHHH” Tina mumbled, then shrieked. Then she seemed to manage to push past the pain in her tongue to stop the pain on her chest and began.

Pauline shivered. Small, amateur licks, like a kitten’s, along her outer labia. Lovely, but not enough.

She slapped her again.

“Faster!”

Frantically, the licks moved higher, over the wrinkle of skin between her thigh and labia.

She pulled on the immature teat again, even harder, which brought a screech that deliciously reverberated in her moist nethers.

“Wrong place. Inside, you dumb fucking whore. Dig your fucking tongue into my baby hole, come on, or it’ll be the last thing you ever smell.”

Tina tried her best to breathe, but it was so hard in the sticky, stuffy musk between her sister’s legs. It was a maddening, mind-flooding mix of sweat and pheromones and cunt juices and the coarse pubes tickled her skin and she only just managed to suck a good, full breath in every few seconds when her sister shifted a little to yank her piercings to punish her when she slowed down too much.

She felt like she was fighting for her life with each lick. Each lick that hurt her tongue a lot when the piercing touched anything or even got caught on a hair or a fold of skin. Tina tried to alleviate the throbbing by using her lips to suck like her sister had done, sucking in folds of skin and the clit when her sister shifted enough to allow her to reach it.

She dove deep and continued slurping up the delicious, sweet and salty juices that dripped freely into her mouth, but that all hurt her tongue so, so bad. She really was not getting much pleasure out of it. But each time her sister moaned a little, her heart leapt.

With a warm glow in her chest, she felt a thought crashing over her like a landside, one that began all the way back yesterday evening and had been slowly, dangerously shifting a huge idea in her head. Now it crushed her.

Pain for her. Pleasure for others. It was right. She was meant to be used, not have fun.

Her entire face was wet and throbbing, her world was the heat and moisture on her skin and the touch of rough, wet hair and the smell of her sister’s dripping pussy in her nose and the pulsing love and lust in her mind.

Her perception was totally filled, in every sense of the word, by her sister. Even her hearing was saturated with Paulines growly, deep grunts and moans, but most importantly the constant barrage of brutal verbal abuse. Words that hurt her. Words that buoyed her. Words she needed.

As Tina got better at licking, the painful pulling became less prevalent. Occasionally, Pauline would still pull on the tender nipple piercings, but mostly she had switched to degrading and screaming at Tina. Tina liked how it made her chest buzz when Mistress said these things.

“God yes, fucking eat my fucking cunt you disgusting, pathetic pig. EAT ME OUT AND YOU GET TO BREATHE! DEEPER! Yesssss, more, Hnnng, I don’t care if your pathetic fucking slut tongue fucking hurts, keep going or I’ll fucking SUFFOCATE you, you useless, fat WHORE!”

Pauline lowered her entire weight on her sister’s face, almost crushing Tina’s small, stubby nose as it pressed pleasurably against her clit.

With each insult, with each humiliating jab, Tina felt herself grow more aroused. Slick and hot. The wave of bliss that had been drained away earlier in a ruined orgasm now came back, lapping at her feet, building in the distance. Sending goosebumps up her legs.

Pauline was throwing her head back and almost bouncing on her sister’s face as she slammed her pelvis down on her again and again.

“Ghuuu, yesssss. You’ll die for me, Piggy. LICK HARDER IF YOU WANT TO DIE FOR ME!”

She ground herself into her sister’s face ever more violently. Tina had managed to probe her tongue inside Pauline’s hole and was doing her best to scrape all the juices off her inner walls with renewed intensity.

“Suck me empty you disgusting cumrag, oohhh Gooooaaawwd… yesssss. It’s all you’re fucking good for. Move that slimy tongue!”

Tina redoubled her efforts. The pulsing, stabbing pain in her tongue went away after a while and she felt a hollow numbness and heaviness set in. Her tongue only occasionally throbbed any more.

Pauline reached down and massaged her own clit, feeling herself nearing her peak. Fucking finally. She had one more idea.

“You’ve been good, cunt. Wanna try something else? Suck my clit for yes.”

Immediately, Tina began sucking.

“We can do what the pigman did to that cheerleader. I’ll hit you real hard. Right. Here. You want that?”

She leaned back and placed a hand flat on Tina’s stomach, resting most of her weight on it for emphasis, and to make her fuck piece moan and gag.

Tina stopped licking for a moment, breathing hard. Under her hand, Pauline felt her tummy spasm. Then she felt a sucking and many licks in quick succession.

“Mhmm, you are such a good cunt licker. Good girl. Enjoy. But don’t you dare stop licking, no matter what.”

She reached behind herself and lined up the first punch. Tina sucked hard on her clit.

She landed the first one pretty well, directly on the stomach, right below the sternum. It drove the breath out of Tina, that was already limited by the suffocating coverage of Pauline’s sopping wet cunt.

She kept licking like a champion, letting out a deep pained moan while she did.

Pauline hit a second time, the delicious “oof” pushing into her sex as a hot exhalation, followed by redoubled licking. She glanced back and saw Tina had started rubbing herself.

That wouldn’t do. Frowning, she wound up and slammed a final punch, as hard as she could from her awkward position, into Tina’s stomach, driving her fist deep and keeping the pressure on for a second. There was a sudden wave of wetness below her, but not from herself.

Tina, who had only been given water to keep her hydrated since the pancake breakfast, had vomited up some translucent stomach contents and was gagging and squirming, trying not to drown in it. Finally, she managed to swallow down what she could not spit out past her sister’s grinding cunt.

“DON’T fucking touch yourself or there will be another one, even harder! Cunt slaves don’t get to cum.”

“Shhorhhry Mfffmstrsh” came a very muffled and weak reply. But she resumed licking with vigor and Pauline felt her excitement grow to the boiling point. She held on.

After another moment of deep bliss, where she stared intently in Tina’s weirdly loving, lustful green eyes peeking out beyond her own bush, Pauline allowed the wave to finally take her.

“Ahhh… I’m… gonna cum. Soon. You’ve been such a good piggy. Will you lick Mistress nice and clean?”

“mffshyeshhhh” came the muffled reply from between her sloppy thighs and cunt lips, deliciously reverberating inside her.

She let go of her last shreds of control and screamed out her ecstasy.

“Haaahh. Ahhh! AAAAHHHH!!! LICK UP MY GIRLCUM, LICK IT UP AND DON’T FUCKING WASTE A DROP, CUNTSLAVE! LICK IT YOU DISGUSTING FUCKING SOW!”

She grabbed Tina’s head and ground it so hard into her hairy pussy she felt her nose squish flat.

She made a guttural, groaning sound. Almost a scream, almost a moan, almost thunder. Her back arched.

She felt her orgasm crash through her as she denied her toy’s breath and forced it to lick her more, deeper, the sensation flowing up her spine, buzzing and hard and shaking.

Sweat ran down her slender back in rivulets. Each continuing lick of her sister’s slutty little tongue brought her another spike of pleasure, adding to a steady crescendo that finally left her panting and weak, thighs shivering as she squatted over her slave sister’s completely cunt juice covered face.

She felt how she creamed into her fuck hole’s mouth, felt her 9-year-old snuff sow suck up the slick, sticky globs her clenching walls pressed out. She shivered and breathed in deep, held the breath for a second.

Her legs felt weak, her ankles hurt a bit from squatting, and her pussy pulsed with delicious heat as the hard metal and soft tongue and hot lips slid over it and sucked and sucked.

A beautiful, fulfilling, warm and fuzzy afterglow settled on her and she exhaled and carefully fell sideways and backwards, lying back on her sheets, her right asscheek and thigh laying across her sister’s left collarbone and the other splayed so it went past and above Tina’s head, her hairy, soggy, reeking pussy resting just inches from her baby sister’s face.

Tina bent her neck and gave the quivering sex in front of her a few more worshipping, gentle licks.

Pauline’s right hand had landed on Tina’s tummy, and was absentmindedly, softly stroking it.

Entwined, they just breathed for a moment. Both covered in sweat, faces glistening with each other’s juices and their thighs with their own.

After a few minutes, Pauline groggily sat up, lightly grinding her still achingly hot and slimy pussy against her sister’s chin before sitting fully upright. Reaching out a hand, she brushed a strand of loose, sweaty and very wet hair out of her sister’s contended, moss-colored, beautiful eyes.

She smiled, disentangled her long legs to sit cross-legged and leaned down, running a soft hand over her Tina’s bruised cheek.

Finally, she spoke.

“Tina, you’ve been very good.”

She swallowed.

“C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetpea. You did really well today. I’m SO proud of you!”

“Yehsh... Mah thounnge hurtsh shthough…” Tina slurred, blinking.

Sleep seemed to be catching up to her, and pain.

Then she began contentedly sliding a hand across her chest and playing with her new piercings, wincing in pain when she tugged too hard, then trying again, a fascinated look on her face. Pauline arrested her hand with her own.

“Hush now. Don’t speak or touch those, pumpkin. It’ll be better tomorrow. I’ll help you up. Come on.”

Carefully, she pulled her sister up and glanced back at the mess they had made of her bed. There were wet spots all over, across the sheets, on the carpeted floor, on her pillow and there was, to her wonderment, somehow a glistening smear all the way over on her curtains by the window.

She did NOT have the energy to fix all of that right now. She was exhausted and happy chemicals were buzzing in her brain like there was no tomorrow.

“What do you say we both sleep in your bed tonight when we have showered?”

Tina nodded gladly and bounced a little. Then she hugged her sister’s hip to steady herself as they both staggered, a little jittery, towards the bathroom.

Pauline wrapped an arm around her shivering baby sister’s shoulders and gently helped her walk.

In the back of her mind, in a dark corner seldom visited and best avoided, her dark and selfish IT screamed in desperate warning, in animalistic rage at endangering its survival.

At the path she was coming perilously close to, at the impending pain and doom and destruction of the self if she slipped only the tiniest bit.

She ignored it.

This sublime moment was not to be spoiled by what she would do soon.

Needed to do.

She felt hot, burning tears in her eyes and blinked, hard and angrily.