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Some weeks later…
His wife's new job together with his raise would have made it possible to buy a new house in the residential area. But promising to bring (down) his own sister Jennifer and Evelyn's sister, Sarah, was enough argument for the company to pay the new accommodation.
He just presented it as a matter of space.
Mr. Southampton's household was the dream of any red blooded male. Houseslut was forced to dress in a way it would make blush a street hooker; and not only at home but also in her husband's office.
Homebitch was to crawl around naked. Bruce and Dirk, have fitted her with knee pads (a clear sign they're animal lover) and a dildo-tail, she had to wear plugged into her ass. Her place in the new house was a big dog cage in the basement, or on the floor chained to Dirk's bed.
The last weeks counted between the most horrible experiences of their lives. The pretty blonde housewife has been fucked by every one of her new co-worker. The fact she knew most of these people only added shame to the situation. They fucked her even, or specially, when her husband was present and in the most degrading way. Mr. Bush enjoyed most fucking her on his lap, both facing the same way, whilst meeting with Mr. Southampton.
Bruce also loved the sight of his wife denuded cunt getting a thoroughly fucking, whilst poor Evelyn was hold by her nose ring, like an animal. For her it was utterly humiliating.
Amanda's fate was second to none. After the bus ordeal she got her first spanking, the first one of a long list. When Mr. Sellers asked for volunteers the classroom's noise level raised so much that he feared the windows were going to break. They spanked her, and how. The boys mostly with their bare hands trying to also catch some pussy, the girls with rulers, with shoes and with every unimaginable items like umbrellas, belts, or even their own bras.
The fun was indescribable and Mr. Sellers promised to correct little Mandy each day from know on. He, by the way, had freely fondled the young asses of Mandy's classmates.
That was the first day. The next days were worse. None of the girls talked to her, if not directing humiliating orders she had to follow. The boys fumbled, patted, and fondled her to their heart content. And it's difficult to get enough of a pretty, young, naked and available girl when in your late teens. And at the end of each day, in her birthday suit she suffered the creative ideas of her classmate under the supervision of Mr. Sellers.
But things were going to change; her aunt Jennifer, and her cousins Naomi and Tisha were arriving this weekend. And she knew, well not, she hoped, things were going to improve. Of course at school she was a sextoy, and for her boyfriend and his family she was little more than a walking cunt, an entertainment for the whole family. Her boyfriend, by the way, was dating another girl now. But at least at home things should go back to normality. The just arrived family would run away if they caught her crawling on her fours, with a tail in her ass and showing all she had to offer.
And in fact, the weekend Jennifer arrived with her daughters; the Southampton looked like the typical American family. They couldn't be more standard: A loving, caring family with a son and a daughter who seemingly not even fought each other.
When the Harden finally arrived they were tired, exhausted. But even tired Jennifer's looks turned heads. 5'6'' high with shiny black hair she looked like a movie star. Her best asset was her enormous but very well formed ass and her more than generous bosom. She seemed oversexed. Her smile melted ice blocks and she always walked as if on a catwalk.
Naomi, her younger daughter, towered above her mother, but her body, her hairs and her general behaviour were unmistakeably Jennifer-like. Her passport showed she was only thirteen, but if driving a car no policeman would suspect she was a minor.
Her older sister, Tisha, (16) looked more like her father. Short and strong, she won two years in a row the Californian Junior Championship in 1500 m butterfly swimming. She wore very, very short brown hair and looked a little bit boyish. Only her generous tits, a motherly gift, gave her away as a woman, a pretty one when looked at in the nude, but only her swim mates have had that privilege.
Dirk immediately liked both of his cousins. They hadn't met for years and Dirk didn't expect such pretty women coming to live in. He was delighted.
The Southampton had prepared a room for the Harden girls. Two new beds, a pink carpet and pink curtains decorated their ‘provisional' accommodation. In the next days we'll install you definitively – Bruce told them – but for now you'll have to sleep here.
Both girls were delighted with the room and happily started to unpack their suitcases.
Jennifer also got a room, well furnished. This one, seemingly, was not provisional.
The weekend passed without incidents and even Monday morning was quite normal.
Jennifer together with Bruce and Evelyn asked for her new register, as a permanent guest in Southampton's house, she was introduced to her new Boss, signed countless papers without reading them and finally considered herself as installed.
“Well, Jenny, it seems you are to live with us now” Bruce announced smiling “and we've prepared a little welcome party for this evening. It's just us and our best customer Mr. Rittersporn.”
“Oh, Bruce, thank you, but that was really not necessary…” Jennifer started but was interrupted by Evelyn
“I think it's very necessary for you to know…to know our best customer” she finished unsure.
Pet cousins
Mr. Rittersporn arrived at nine o'clock with British punctuality and congratulated Bruce for his new house. He wore a jacket with bright red-brown checks, a peaked cup in dark orange checks and plain black wool trousers. His Italian shoes were brown-red.
Smiling he looked at Jennifer and pronounced an ‘enchanté Madam' in perfect French accent.
She smiled in her melting version but was puzzled; why was he bringing his briefcase to a private party?
Not only her smiling was arousing, her outfit was on the very edge between professional and sluttish. She wore a red suit with a white blouse and a black tie. The skirt was, at least, 10 inches above the knee and her shoes were also bright red and with 4 inch heels.
Naomi, her younger daughter, dressed a tight white t-shirt, a jeans skirt, white socks and Nike-sneakers. She looked great.
Tisha had put on her brand new tracksuit. Dazzling white it fitted her like a glove and accentuated her leg muscles, underlined the firmness of her ass and clearly showed the forms of her most private parts. The jacket hid her generosity in the upper department.
She too, wore Nike-sneakers.
Steve nodded to both teens and went in with his new briefcase.
It is to say that not only the briefcase was new, but most of the wonderful items hidden in it, were also new. The money Mr. Rittersporn spent for this kind of products easily topped the average cost of a luxury car, but to judge by the results, it was worth every penny.
The dinner started normally, if you let aside the powder Steve ordered Evelyn to slip into the female's dishes, including her own. Everybody chatted happily. Naomi and Tisha cause they felt important, Jennifer to make a good impression on the company's most important customer. Dirk, who could hardly hide his joy faced with the prospect of reducing his cousins to pets, cheerfully took part in the conversation.
Amanda and Evelyn had clear orders to look happy, Bruce felt as a King whose kingdom is going to expand and finally for Steve it was payday: Today his pet inversions were going to yield.
After the main courses and before desserts, Steve took three small table lamps out of his suitcase and asked Bruce to dim the light to better perceive the effect.
He ceremoniously placed the violet lamp on one end of the table and the red one on the other. In the middle he placed a slightly bigger black one. Then they called Evelyn and Amanda before asking for silence. He switched on the violet lamp and a very deep violet light immediately invaded the room. It felt warm and relaxing. The he lit the red one. The red light fought the violet one out of half of the room, without mixing.
“Ohhhhhhh” it seemed like magic. Steve moved the black lamp until placing it exactly where both lights met, then he switched on this last lamp.
¿Have you ever seen black light? –Steve asked Dirk taking him by the shoulders.
“No, I didn't know it exists” answered the Southampton boy.
“Of course it does” laughed Steve “not seeing it is no prove for inexistence”
The truth was that as soon as the black lamp was switched on the limits between the red and violet area faded till mixing into a dark violet uniform light.
Steve gestured to both the Southampton men to follow him outside the room.
In passing by he fondled between Tisha's legs and slapped Naomi's ass; they did not move, even a tear seemed to form in Jennifer's eyes, if looked at closely. She too got a slapped bum, when Bruce left the room.
“Well” started Steve as soon as they had shut the door “to make it short: the powder in the livestock's system reacts to the wavelength of the mixed light. Just now their brains are unable to produce an own wave, preventing them from moving. But even better, we are going to permanently fix some brainwaves linking them to orders.”
“Does it mean they are becoming robots?” asked Bruce not knowing if he liked that idea.
“But no, my friend, it means that if your order comes into conflict with her own opinion, her actions would be guided by your order, but she remains free to inwardly think whatever she wants.”
“Great” exclaimed Dirk “that means she strips because you told her but she's ashamed and aroused by her own”
“Acu tetigisti” Answered Steve in classical Greek. “That's the point”
The conditioning was real fun, being the final order not to remember it.
“The pudding is coming” announced Amanda opening the door to let her mother in.
Everybody stood up and applauded the entering woman with an enormous pudding.
Dirk stood between his two cousins and whilst they were applauding, he cupped both their asses. Even he would rather choose Naomi; he had to recognize that the feeling of Tisha's bum was more appealing. It was firm and strong, but undoubtedly female.
Both girls froze, not knowing how to react. If alone they had slapped his face (Naomi) or kicked his balls (Tisha), but with Mr. Rittersporn there they searched their mother's regard for advice.
Aunt Jennifer was about to intervene when Bruce slapped her ass. She was shocked.
“Jenny, tell your daughters to welcome Dirk advances, after all they are living in his house and should be happy he's pleased with them.”
Not in a million years she was going to do such a chauvinistic statement.
“Naomi, Trisha keep quiet for Dirk to feel you up, he's the boss of the house”
The Harden girls couldn't believe their ears, but Jennifer herself got the greatest shock.
What has she said?
Her mother had gone nuts, they thought, we're not going to let this nerd to have his way; but they didn't move. Dirk, spotting a very respectable erection concentrated his efforts on Tisha. His left hand massaged and fondled his cousin's behinds, whilst his left hand was cupping and squeezing her cunt. “You should be happy I like you” he said “and you should open your legs to grant me a better access”
He's gone crazy; she thought but opened her legs and surprisingly felt reassured.
“I'm happy you like me” she heard herself telling him. No boy had fondled her, less so blatantly, let alone a public fondling, but to her own dismay she was permitting it…and getting wet. Dirk thanked his ‘training' with homebitch and houseslut; otherwise he would have cummed into his pants.
Mr. Rittersporn's suitcase proved to have more things in it than just lamps. Perhaps the funniest items were the so called fuck-pills. They were round blue pills slightly bigger than a peanut. Jennifer was told to take one. Until that moment she has only been caressed and fondled by her brother, her nephew and Steve. She had lost her underwear but was still fully dressed. Together with the pill she got the order NOT to fuck any of the present men. ‘Of course not' she thought well aware of Dirk's hand between her legs sliding a finger into her wet hole ‘what did they think I am?'
The pill affected directly and in an awesome manner her sex-drive. It multiplies it by an unknown factor somewhere in the rank of thousands. To say it converted a nun into a bitch in heat was a big understatement. It was so strong that the value scale of poor Jennifer got altered. Nor her modesty, her believing, the love to her kids, not even breathing occupied the first place. The first place (was there anything else important) was FUCKING.
She needed a cock inside her. URGENTLY. There was no time to lose. Where to find a big cock?
Ms Harden started to run up and down pressing a hand between her tights and whimpering. Her conditioning excluded the present males to satisfy her needs.
These latter, on the other hand, were well served. Steve had Evelyn dressed in her work clothes, (White thigh high boots in stretch patent leather, white absolute transparent gauze á la mini- skirt, top and white elbow gloves), nose ring included, slowly fucking herself up and down on his respectable manhood.
Homebitch got the not insignificant task of licking his balls, his shaft and her mother's cunt during the procedure. She was, of course, in her own uniform (naked, collared, tailed and with kneepads) and on her fours.
Bruce was fucking a totally naked, but for her socks and sneakers, Naomi and Dirk was training Tisha how to suck cock. The swimmer was on her fours learning; Dirk lay on the floor and fondled his cousin's rear and cunt to his hearts content.
The spectacle Jennifer offered was amusing. Steve commented she reminds him a chick with pepper in her ass. Naomi, on the very verge of her first cock-induced big O started laughing after her sister's suggestion to really fill mom's ass with pepper. The idea was welcomed but they decided to make Tisha herself fill her own as with pepper in another moment. Jenny was squeaking, squealing, shrieking and furiously rubbing herself whilst running up and down for the great enjoyment of all the guests.
Finally she decided to look for a man outside and stopped the first vehicle on the street.
It was the bus with the local football team. More than 20 young, strong and well hung men starred in disbelieve to the picture in front of them. A pretty woman, dressed in a red short skirt and a blouse, blatantly touching herself, showing her sex in the process asking if there was any man enough to cure her. The fact she was white and most of them blacks didn't bother anybody. With great ruckus they took that hot cunt and started fondling her even before she was inside the bus.
“How long last these pills?” asked Bruce a little bit worried about his sister, whilst getting an eternal blowjob from just trained Tisha.
“More or less 100” answered Steve whilst hurtfully depilating Naomi's twat with tweezers.
“100 hours? More than four days?” Exclaimed Bruce.
“No, 100 orgasms. Time does not affect in any way!
Don't worry; tell Mr. Bush Mrs Harden is helping Rittersporn & co. for this week.” Answered Steve “He can charge us her salary for this week” he finished smiling.
”She's training” interjected Dirk who was using a new device on his squirming mother and sister.
The device was high-Tec nano-technology. It consisted in a glove ten small ‘coins' and a remote.
These coins immediately glued to any skin they made contact with. Amanda had one gluing to her clit, poor Evelyn wore one on her tongue, one on her left tit and one inside her cunt. They were absolutely irremovable (except with the remote) and their main function was to stimulate. The remote holder could choose if pain or pleasure, if hot or cold, if electricity or caress, the choice was amazing.
Dirk was amused freezing Amanda's clit and boiling mom's cunt. Her tongue was getting pure pain but her tit transmitted pleasure.
It was like playing with marionettes, they didn't even look human to him; just plain meat to have fun with. But that was not new. The second of the house rules clearly postulated that no female is human. Both had cunt ergo they were female and in conclusion no-human. Go ahead and enjoy.
The evening was long and joyful; when Mr. Rittersporn finally left Bruce's house he was exhausted; exhausted but happy. The four female remaining in the house were also exhausted, just exhausted; exhausted and hurting.
They had decided to keep the cousins naked but for they sneakers, gagged with a big ball gag and with their hands bound behind. They had to become decorative cunt-pets. It was like this they were going to live further on; and, to their big dismay, it was like that their other cousins (Tony 12 and Sam 14) were going to find them.
Nor Naomi nor Tisha liked them. Dirk, they thought was ok (think again) but Tony and Sam were really nerds.
Dirk went to bed happily remembering the events of the day. The hard on he got when first meeting his relatives. The tracksuit Tisha wore and how it outlined her forms. How he had fondled this forms, specially Tisha's wonderful ass. He remembered how he made Tisha ask to strip for him to have better access to her sluttish body.
His worn out manhood reacted again thinking the marvellous striptease Naomi had performed on the table, with him heavily petting his aunt's cunt. Finally he fall asleep, smiling, thinking on the spanking Naomi got from her own mother for …wearing panties!!
Bruce also slept well. He had both cunt-pets bedded next to him: One on each side, or as he put it, I've got two hands for two cunts; in which he deeply embedded his fingers.
Houseslut was chained by her nose ring to a belt he wore forcing her to keep his cock in her mouth for the whole night.
Amanda was again locked in her cage. Her clit-coin was still on; programmed to produce a slowly increasing feeling of pleasure followed by an electrical discharge, she didn't sleep well. Well, she didn't sleep at all.
And Jennifer? What happened to Mrs Harden?
To be continued…
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