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Preface

The day dawned brightly, as befitted such an important day, though most July days dawned as brightly – unless they didn’t dawn at all under a blanket of fog.  Carli could hardly contain herself, and she wasn’t at all sure how she could stand the slow pace of the day until her flight departed San Francisco at 1:00 AM.  Twenty hours later, she would arrive in Bangkok.  But at the moment, her attention was fixed on the 2 cocks plundering her holes – Daddy’s in her cunt, Billy’s (her brother) in her ass.  The main problem she was contending with was the fact that she hadn’t been given permission to cum – and, God, did she need to cum!

?Pleeeasssee, Daddy!  Master!  Can I cum??

Davis, her father, spoke to his son over her shoulder.  ?What do you think, Billy, should we let her cum??

?Naw!  She’s going to cum anyway.  And if we don’t give her permission, we’ll have an excuse to punish her.  Not that we need an excuse, mind you.?

Chapter 1 – Davis Trains His Wife

Twenty-six years before this happy little scene, Davis Maddox, himself 19 at the time, had made his first million – actually, a million and a quarter.  He was a genius computer programmer who worked for a company called Micro Instruments and Telemetry Systems, three years before its Initial Public Offering under its new name MicroSoft.  He took his proceeds from the IPO and started investing in the stock market.  It could be said that he was even more of a genius at investing, recognizing successful start-ups that others had not, and getting out of tech stocks altogether on December 31, 1999.  (The dot com bubble burst three months later.)

More than being precocious when it came to making money, Davis was most of all sexually precocious.  Even before he was 18, he knew a lot about sexual themes that generally came to men for the first time in their 40’s.  He knew about such esoteric activities as bestiality, bondage, lesbian domination, rape (a favorite fantasy), Master:slave couplings, dacryphilia, urolagnia?. the list of things he knew about was exhaustive.  The list of his actual experience was less so, but again, when his senior high classmates were trying to figure out how to kiss a girl, he was enslaving a middle-aged cross-dressing man, writing porn stories about the fate of young French resistance girls in a Gestapo prison, and ? fucking his mother – in the ass — daily.

Another attribute that Davis had was an almost perfect switchability.  ?Bisexual? is a term frequently seen in the sex realm, but even though a person may well have fucked or been fucked by both men and women, almost everybody has a preference.  Likewise, a person may switch freely between Top and Bottom; but again, almost everyone has a preference.  Not so with Davis.  This near perfect ambiguity meant that he quickly learned what it was like to be in any given role – and thus know what his partner was experiencing no matter what the partner was doing.

He started practicing BDSM with his mother, under his father’s tutelage.  Again, when most boys were trying to find a way to undo girl’s bra without her knowing (yeah, like that happens!), Davis was experimenting with ways to abuse a woman’s clit.  None of his friends knew what a clit was.

So at 22, he was ready to acquire a sex slave.

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At 18, Yvette was ready to become a sex slave.  She had no real knowledge of what a sex slave did, but she did know what her soul told her.  All of her fantasies since she was six years old (probably even earlier) had her in situations where she dutifully obeyed the male in the fantasy.  Her first sexual act was in response to an ?I’ll show you mine if you show me yours? invitation.  She found that her dress seemed to just fall away from her body as she dutifully obeyed the boy’s suggestion that she take her clothes off.

Miraculously, and for Yvette regrettably, she arrived at U.C. Berkeley having never been ordered to fuck.  It was not that she was ugly – quite the opposite.  But where she came from (Utah), boys just didn’t try to get into their girl friends’ pants.  The most outrageous suggestion a boy might have – and this after several years of dating – was that the girl fellate him.  (Yvette had done this – once.)

Call it some weird alignment of planets, or the trail of special pheromones, or just plain luck – which Davis had in abundance – but the first man Yvette met at her first social in Berkeley was Davis.  Three days later, under orders from Davis, Yvette moved into his large home in the Berkeley hills.

For Davis, Yvette presented him with a pristine canvas.  He moved slowly at first, believing (erroneously) that such an innocent woman would be easily scared off by kinky sex.  Yet, he was intrigued that she never said ?NO!?  It was clear to him that some things struck her as unappealing, but there was never a moment’s hesitation when he ordered her to perform some sexual act.  Her ready acceptance of two orders in particular made him suspect that he had come across a born sex slave.  The first, given about four months after she moved in, was to wear a very short skirt, with no underwear, and expose her beaver on a Muni bus to any old man who happened to sit across from her side-facing seat.  The second was to go into a dozen women’s rooms on campus and retrieve all of the used menstrual pads and tampons from the containers in the stalls.

She clearly found both activities to be degrading and embarrassing, but she did not raise a single hint of protest.  For Yvette, her own sensibilities were totally irrelevant.  She was truly amoral when it came to orders from her Master.  And possible consequences to her – arrest for indecent exposure, for instance – were likewise irrelevant.

Nevertheless, Davis moved at a very patient pace in bringing Yvette into the world of BDSM sex.  It was almost a full year before he ordered her to have sex with someone else – six months more for a gangbang.  Two years before allowing any Dominatrix at the Club access to her.  During the third year, the pace escalated.  He regularly whored her out.  Their third anniversary was celebrated by Yvette being ordered to fellate and then fuck a dog at the Club, in front of twenty or thirty people.  Toilet sex followed the next month, with Davis using her exclusively for a month, then members of the Club being invited to use her.

The final test of her total subjugation to him happened a month before their fourth anniversary.  Yvette was ordered to assist Davis in the abduction and rape of a teenager.  This happened at a ?resort? frequented by Spring Break college kids (and their younger groupies) in the Caribbean.  Yvette was to befriend a 16-year-old girl, lure her to a secluded beach, and hold her down while Davis and four other men raped her.  As Davis laid out the plans, he carefully watched her face for any indication whatsoever that she would balk at the activity.  He was met by the constant ?Yes, Master!? response, and a look on her face like she was regularly ordered to assist in rape.  He upped the ante one more time: ?If she resists, we may have to hurt her.  And one of the other guys might want to snuff her.?  ?Yes, Master!?

He didn’t actually carry through with the rape.  Instead, having promised the four guys a rape, he ordered Yvette to be alone on the stretch of beach at 10 PM, to give no indication that she knew him, and to resist with all of her might when the five guys ?raped? her.  She performed marvelously, and after each of the men had done her two or three times, they were well satisfied – and left Yvette unconscious on the beach.

Having passed this ?ultimate? test of slavery, Davis was prepared to put his plan into action.  On the day Yvette started her next period, Davis instructed her to stop using contraception; he would be impregnating her, and until she became pregnant, she would service only her Master, women who wished to use her, and the two dogs he now owned.  After she became pregnant, and especially when she started to show, he would whore her out to clients who liked fucking and abusing pregnant women; this would continue up to the moment she went into labor.  ?Yes, Master.  Thank you, Master.?

?My dear slut, do you wonder what will become of the child??

?No, Master, it is none of my concern.?

?What if I were to tell you that we will keep the issue, and from the beginning we will teach it to be a sexual being?  If it is a girl, she will be taught to be a sex slave; if a boy, he will be taught to be a Master.  In either event, you will be performing sex with the child throughout his or her life – or until we sell the girl or the boy goes off to start his own stable of slaves.  Does it bother you to know that you will be performing incest with your child??

?Yes, Master, it is very disturbing.  But my concerns are, as always, irrelevant.  In fact, Master, I hope it is a girl.  If I can train her to be worthy of being her father’s slave, I will be very proud.  On the other hand, if it is a boy, I know you will train him very well to use my worthless body in becoming a Master.?

In fact it was a boy, William (Billy).  Two years later, Carli followed her brother into the world of BDSM sexuality.  Which brings us back to the beginning of the story.

Chapter 2 – The Day of the Trip

The Maddox family lived in a rather palatial home in the Berkeley hills.  There were certainly an ample number of bedrooms for each member of the family to have their own room, and they did.  But they always slept together in a custom-made bed in Davis’ room.  The bed was wide enough that all four could spread out completely (like snow-angels), and not touch anyone else.  The two inside positions were equipped with large eyebolts in both the headboard and footboard, to which slaves could be shackled.  Yvette was shackled on this particular morning, face up.

Yvette looked over with pride at her daughter.  At fourteen, Carli was as committed to sexual slavery as was her mother, and nearly as good at performing all of the painful and degrading acts expected of them.  The scene of her two Masters plundering her daughter’s holes was a major turn-on for the still very beautiful (albeit somewhat scarred) forty-year old.

Yvette’s tight pubococcygeus muscle, toned daily with Kegel exercises, rhythmically moved the huge vibrator in her cunt.  Billy had chosen the largest of the vibrators last night, inserted it into the cunt of his shackled mother, turned it on and left it there.  She had whimpered through eight orgasms until the power was depleted somewhere around three A.M.  Now, despite the unit’s batteries being dead, she was able to move the faux cock back-and-forth a few millimeters.  Of course the dildo wasn’t what was stimulating her; rather the muscle controlling the entrance to her cunt pulled on the clitoral ligament.

?Ahhhh, fuck, I’m cummmming!? the sixteen-year-old in Carli’s ass screamed.  ?Yeahhh!  Fuck my ass.  Fill it up!?

Yvette watched as her son began to orgasm.  She could see that he had tightened his fists, squeezing Carli’s tits and probably bruising them.  She couldn’t see that her Master was furiously flicking her daughter’s clit with his thumb while he timed his thrusts to Billy’s erupting cock.  But she could hear Carli’s orgasmic scream and watched as her daughter’s body tightened like a taut rubber band.  All of this visual and auditory stimulation, not to mention what was happening to her own clit, was bringing her close to her ninth orgasm in the last six hours – a decidedly unauthorized orgasm.

Billy’s slowly deflating tool plopped out of his sister’s asshole, caked with brown and white slime.

?Get your cocked cleaned, son.?

Billy turned around toward his slut-slave mother.  She had not managed to get off before being caught, so she did the next best thing, which was to flaunt her disobedience.  She looked her son directly in the eye and continued to work the dildo in her cunt.  She held his gaze as he moved over to her side.  Just as she was about to cum, she looked up at the soiled cock poised over her face, licked her lips seductively, and started to cum.  Billy, without taking his eyes off of his mother’s face, reached down between her legs and drove the palm of his hand hard against the protruding end of the vibrator.  The thick pole was jammed hard against the end of her cunt, stretching it even further, and very painfully struck her cervix.  This, of course, produced the effect both sought, and Yvette had the most powerful orgasm she had experienced in the last twelve hours.

As Yvette’s screams died down to moans, Carli’s nasty encouragements to her father took over as the sound of the moment.

?Oh, yeah, Daddy.  Do me hard.  Fuck your little girl’s swampy cunt.  Hurt me.  Make me scream, you bastard.  Bite my nipples.  Please!?

Since it would be unseemly for a Master to seem to execute orders from a slave, Davis toyed with her instead.  He completely stopped thrusting, eliciting a wail of disappointment from Carli – who tried to counter with her own humping of her father’s cock.  ?STOP!  This instant!? he ordered.

Carli, ever the naughty slave, humped one more time.  And earned herself a vicious slap across her left tit.

?Ahhhggggggh!  Oh, yes, Daddy!?  Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her lithe body shuddered through her second unauthorized orgasm of the morning.

(Dear reader.  The next section will entail recounting a very crapulous scene of incestuous scat play.  If this is abhorrent to you, please skip over this section.  I promise to alert you when Carli begins to enthusiastically relate the parts of a ?women in prison? porn CD that she and her brother watched while their parents had some quality time alone.  Chapter 3 picks up the non-brown story.)

Davis had not spewed his gunk into Carli’s cunt, but he was content to pull out of her.  He often delayed his orgasms, and could fuck for literally hours without cumming.  He looked over to his shackled wife-slave in time to see the last of the brown scum being licked off Billy’s dick.  ?Billy, do you need to shit??

?I kinda do, Dad.?

?Drop your load between the slut’s tits.?

?Master!  If you please, I would like it very much if you turned your back to me and bent over slightly.  I would be able to watch your turds come out of your glory hole and plop down on my chest.  It would also make it easier for you to back up to my face when you are finished, and get your asshole wiped by my tongue.?  This little communication was redundant since the requested positioning was the standard manner that Billy used when shitting on his mother, or into her mouth.

Billy settled himself above Yvette’s tits.  A couple of wet farts preceded the main course, a long (about 12?), soft turd that curled around into a nice pile between Yvette’s tits.  It was especially odiferous, but Yvette breathed deeply and licked her lips.  Billy backed up and settled his asshole on Yvette’s nose.  She dutifully licked his perineum and worked her way to the hole.

?Hey, slut, do you want something to wash it down with??

?No, Billy,? his father interjected.  ?If you have to piss, and you want to use a slut, wait for a few minutes and use your sister.?  Turning to a still panting Carli, he said, ?I know you need to shit.  Go drop your load on your mother’s chest above Billy’s pile.?

?Yes, Master!?  Carli repeated the event just accomplished by her brother.  Like Billy, Carli delivered a soft pile, liquefied a bit by the ass fuck she had just experienced, and streaked with ribbons of Billy’s cum.  She too positioned herself over her mother’s mouth when she was finished to have her asshole cleaned.

Davis then went over to his shackled slave and deposited his rather larger load on her belly.  The warmth of the three piles on shit on her body began to trigger the flow of her juices again as she anticipated what her Master might have in store for her.

?Why don’t you two go watch some porn vids,? Davis instructed his kids.  ?Your mother and I need some quality time alone.?

?Aw, Dad, I wanted to watch the slut eat her breakfast,? Billy complained.  But his father’s stern visage told him that it was useless to fight, so he grabbed Carli by her pubic hair and ordered her to ?get your butt in gear?.

When the kids had left the room, Davis turned back to his slave.  ?Let’s free your arms, shall we!  I’m going to guess that you have a load, too.?

?I’m not sure, Master, with this thick dildo in my cunt!  But I wasn’t permitted to shit yesterday, so I have two days worth up there.?

?Well, let’s find out.?  He first removed the vibrator, which came out with a satisfying plop, and a short scream from the slut.  He then brought his face up between her thighs, and cupped his hands under her asshole.

Yvette concentrated on relaxing her anal sphincter, and pushed slightly.  Her load was more than two pounds of rich, soft crap.  Davis’ tongue provided the toilet paper this time, and he loved the bitter taste of his slave’s shit.

Being careful to not drop any of the pile in his hands, he maneuvered up to his knees and waddled up to Yvette’s head.  She instinctively opened her mouth, but this was not what he had in mind – at least not immediately.  ?Close your mouth.?  She did as instructed.  He then dropped the load on her face, clearing a hole for her to breathe through.  She couldn’t resist a couple of licks.  With the remainder of shit that stuck to his hands, he stroked his very rigid cock.  ?I think we should get dirty, don’t you??  One might conclude that with three piles of shit on her torso, and a large pile of her own shit on her face, she might already qualify as ?dirty?.

But together now, they started smearing the piles over her tits, her pubes, and face.  Davis lay down on top of her and squiggled around to coat his front.  Yvette reached her very filthy hands imploringly toward his face, and he readily accepted the face painting she gave him, taking her fingers into his mouth several times to clean them.  Using some of the softer shit on Yvette’s face, Davis began to masturbate his cock over her mouth.  She literally drooled at the prospect that he would stick the shit-encrusted tool into her mouth when he was ready to cum.  Which is exactly what he did.

For the next hour-and-a-half, they played with the crap, feeding each other, and licking each other clean.  Yvette begged to be allowed to cum, and was granted permission; she came twice, raising her 8-hour total to eleven.  Davis also came again, once more using Yvette’s mouth for his cum-dump.

(Reader. Those of you who left the story because of toilet sensibilities may now wish to return.  Carli and her brother have been watching her favorite porn CD.)

Chapter 3 -- Porn for the Kids

Billy was slowly fucking his sister in the ass – for the second time this morning.  Neither was in a hurry to bring things to a conclusion.  They had negotiated which CD to watch, though of course a Master and a slave don’t really ?negotiate?.  Carli had argued persuasively in favor of her favorite porn CD – Carli actually had about a dozen ?favorite? CD’s, but the one she most wanted to watch on this last day in the States (for a while) was ?Virgin in Prison?.  Both had watched this CD before, but Carli had almost memorized the dialogue, concentrating on the virgin victim’s lines.

It was a basic XXX version of the Women-In-Prison sexploitation genre.  In the R-rated versions, some woman (or women) designated as the ?innocent victims? were psychologically (& hints of off-camera physically) abused by (A) other female inmates, (B) male &/or female guards, (C) the prison hierarchy (Warden, etc.), or (D) all of the above.  The formula for the R-rated films required a hinted lesbian rape scene, usually a situation in which the victim(s) were blackmailed into performing some horrible act (being prostituted by the Warden was always popular), a messy and/or violent cat-fight between inmates, and the eventual triumph – by some truly unbelievable set of circumstances – of the innocents.

The XXX version followed the formula, except of course that you actually got to see the rapes, the sexual tortures, the forced prostitution ? and the innocents never triumphed.

(Note to Reader: Carli knew this porn movie line-by-line.  She often spoke the next line before the actors.  We are treated to very graphic scenes of abuse, rape (lesbian and hetero), some golden showers, etc.  But Carli knows the story well enough to supply considerable fantasy back-story – the history and thoughts of the characters that the porn movie can’t communicate.  I provide here Carli’s fantasies in order to round out your reading pleasure.)

Melissa, played by Amira Love, a lovely blonde with nice tiny tits and ass, was innocent.  She was innocent not only of the drug-possession charge that got her sentenced to Chowchilla Valley State Prison, but was also innocent in the matters of sex.  In fact, it was her virginal demeanor, which condemned her to be assigned to this prison full of hardened women criminals.  Queen, the seldom-disputed head of the inmates, had a lot of damaging information about the judge in Needles.  But all he had to do to keep that information from becoming public was to sentence fresh young meat to ?the Valley?, as the prison was known, every few months.

Melissa is terrorized by the stories told in the bus taking her to the Valley.  All of the other prisoners seemed to know, or know about Queen, and there was general agreement that Melissa was being sent to Valley to serve the Queen.  They laughed amongst themselves as they voice thinly veiled references to Melissa’s attributes, to the fact that the large black dominatrix loved young luscious blonde pussy, and to the hopes they had that maybe they would get a turn at her.

One of the twenty-something Chicas in the bus raised her skirt, slipped the gusset of her panties to the side, and blatantly frigged herself across from Melissa as she agreed that it sure would be fine if Melissa and she wound up in the same cell.

?Well, well, if it isn’t Jasmina!?  One of the male guards had come back down the center aisle of the bus.  The Chica was suddenly very afraid, and tried to yank her skirt back down.  ?Now you don’t have to stop fucking yourself on my account!?

Jasmina stared down at the floor and tried to turn back forward in her seat.

?I said you don’t have to stop!? the guard growled menacingly, and popped his baton into his palm.

She whimpered, and still looking at the floor, said, ?I was just having some fun with the new kid, Officer Knox.  I didn’t mean anything by it.?

?I don’t give a fuck what you meant.  If I don’t see that skirt around your waist and your fist stuck up your cunt in five seconds, your first week at Valley is going to consist of non-stop ass fucking.  And I’ll make sure the dogs get their fair share.?

Carli squealed with glee at the rough treatment the Chica was getting, and imagined herself in the position of the dumb cunt – she would fantasize this way numerous times during the movie.  Frigging her own clit while her brother slowly pistoned her ass, she anticipated the next development: ?Oh, yeah, Knox.  Offer to give her a mouthful of cock to suck while she gets herself off.?

?Seems a shame that you have to do yourself when there’s a perfectly good cock you could suck.?

Resigned to the degradation, Jasmina had pulled her skirt up, taken her panties down and was licking two of her fingers.  ?Please, Officer Knox, don’t make me suck you in front of the other girls.?

?Jasmina, you gotta be dumbest, dumb cunt in the world.  You think two fingers and fist are the same thing.  Now get the rest of those fingers in there.  I want to see your wrist disappearing.?

?I can’t get that much inside, she whined.?  He bitch slapped her hard.

?Hey, Frank, go easy on the cunt.  If the Queen sees her with a shiner that She didn’t order, she’ll be in a castrating mood.?

The camera panned a couple of times over to Melissa, whose horrified face told the perverts in the audience that she had never encountered anything like this in her young life.

Officer Knox, knowing that his compatriot was probably correct, grumbled.  ?Start pumping, bitch.  We’ll do that throat fuck later.?

Now the camera focused squarely on the prisoner’s pussy as she pumped her fist in and out.  The other prisoners avoided looking at the plight of the victim, lest taking too much of an interest would suggest that they wanted to change places with Jasmina.

?Oh, shit!  I need a fist in my cunt!!!  Please, Master, fist me!? Carli pleaded.  Billy indicated some willingness to comply.  Carli quickly pulled herself off of his cock, got down on her knees and thrust her ass high in the air.  Billy hardly needed to lubricate his hand at all since Carli’s pussy was already a swamp.  Nevertheless, his fist was large, and she moaned from deep in her throat as the light pain of her stretching pussy reached her brain.

The camera faded to black, then resumed in the prison’s processing center.  A female guard and a male guard had positioned the ten new arrivals in a circle facing inward.  ?Okay, ladies, welcome to Cell Block Q,? the female guard said, drawing out the word ?ladies? with clear sarcasm, ?you know the drill.  Gotta make sure you aren’t smuggling any contraband!?  Both guards laughed at the mockery.

Of course, Melissa had no idea about ?the drill?.  The camera panned in on her confused face.  Again, she watched in horror as the other women began slowly to undress.  Her hand went to her mouth, and her eyes grew big.  She tried to avoid looking at the other women as the camera recorded the growing nudity.

The female guard pulled a surgical glove onto her right hand, approached the first new inmate from behind, pushed her over from the waist, and started probing the woman’s private parts.  Melissa gasped.  ?Uhhhh!? the prisoner grunted as the guard shoved two fingers into her cunt.

?So, Doris, seems a lot looser that the last time you were here.  Guess you been getting some powerful big dick on the outside!?

The male guard had also pulled on a surgical glove.  ?Well, let’s see if she’s been letting ‘em in the back door.?  The woman screamed an ?Ow!? as he stuck his fucking digit all the way inside with a single thrust.  ?Well, well!  What have we here??  Sticking a second finger in, to the accompaniment of a louder scream, he pinched them together and drew out a powder-filled condom.  ?I think we got ourselves a Fed Ex delivery!?

?Better get it cleaned off before it gets to Queen,? the female guard suggested.

?Right you are!  Frank told me that Jasmina wouldn’t suck his cock.  Do you think she would balk at cleaning the rubber??

?Noooo!  Please, no!  Let the new girl do it.?

?Yeah, that’s gonna happen, alright.  We got real clear instructions from Queen that She’s gonna be the one to introduce the new one to the realities of prison life.  Jasmina, start cleaning!?

The movie director was playing with the audience of pervs who were going to watch the CD.  He had all nine of the other prisoners naked, but we had yet to see Melissa’s body; she had stood rooted in place, making no move to shed her thin linen dress.  Surely, now that we had witnessed a couple of more body searches (the remaining two of the three mules Queen had delivering on this run – both of whom were cunt-stuffed with the white-powder condoms), one of the guards would get pissed at Melissa’s attitude and rip her dress off.  But no, the camera faded to black, and came back up as Melissa was being escorted down the hall between the rows of cells.

She tried to look straight ahead as the female guard prodded her along with her baton, but the catcalls and snide laughter coming from the cells caused her to look into them.  Again, the innocent teen was shocked to see that all of the prisoners were either naked (a few), or wearing skimpy halter-tops and tight short-shorts.  The women called lewdly to Melissa: ?Hey sweet cakes – how about you let me lick your button!?  ?Ohhh, boy, look at that: The Queen’s gonna fly high tonight!?

?Oooooeeeee!  I sure could get down with Blondie’s tongue in my poop chute!?  Carli anticipated the next line.

?Oooooeeeee!  I sure could get down with Blondie’s tongue in my poop chute!? a tall young black girl offered, turning her naked ass to the hallway (and camera), and pulling her buns apart.

?Oh, my, God, Billy.  I’d give my right tit to be able to stick my tongue up that nigger slut’s ass right now!?

?Aw, Carli, you’re going to say the same thing when we get to The Queen.  And the dogs.  And the gang rape.  And?.?

?Yeah, I know!  I’m a sick slut.  But you know I’d do any of it.?

?Well, I think you’re going to get your chance in Bangkok.  Dad’s brothel specializes in all of the kinkiest stuff.  And you’re going to be working there for a month.?

The trip that the family was going to take later that day – First Class on Cathay Pacific to Hong Kong, and then on to Bangkok – wasn’t exactly a ?vacation?.  Rather, Davis was going to check out the three brothels he owned in Thailand.  And Yvette and Carli were going to work in the Bangkok establishment for four weeks.  This was intended to be a preparation for Carli to start her freshman year in high school, where she would strive to establish herself as the school slut, and where her brother would start whoring her out to the other students.

To date, in consideration of the potential legal hassles of underage sex, Davis had limited Carli to only three partners – himself, her brother, and BB (for Big Balls), the family’s Great Dane.  So her first customer in Bangkok, where the issue of age was finessed with bribes of money and sex, would be her first stranger-fuck.  Depending upon how often a customer, mostly Japanese or Moslem men, would buy her for the whole night, she could count on somewhere between, say, 30 and 150 men using her in the four weeks.  This would get her ready for Billy’s intended minimum of 5 customers per day at school.

Melissa couldn’t help but notice that in each cell, couples were 69’ing, or a dyke was fucking the hell out of a sub with a strap-on.  She was a good actress – tears were streaming down her face.

They came to a large cell, whose door was strangely open.  ?Okay, cunt, this is as far as I go.  Remember, just resign yourself to whatever happens – cause it’s gonna happen – and try to get some pleasure from it,? the guard advised.

?Hey, Queen!  Here is prisoner W90208.  She’s real anxious to make your acquaintance.?

?Yeah, yeah!  You’re sure she’s still virginal?  In both holes??

?What I’m sure about is that I haven’t stuck anything in.  And she hasn’t left my sight since she arrived, so I’m sure that no one else has fucked her since she got here.  What she did before?..??

?Okay, that’s fair.  Come on in, Sandi.?

?Ahh, Miss Queen.  My name is Melissa.  Maybe you are waiting for someone else.?

?No, cunt, I decide what your name is.  And it’s Sandi.?

?Ah, Queen?.? the guard interrupted.

?What now, Joyce?  Oh, right, your reward.  Who do you want??

?I’ve taken a liking to that little Jew slut, Rebecca.?

?The nipple rings on those jugs just give me all sorts of ideas.? Carli quipped.

?The nipple rings on those jugs just give me all sorts of ideas.?

?Yeah, go ahead and take her?for the night only.  And she’d better still have her nipples when you bring her back!?  The guard smiled an evil smile, and departed.

Carli pushed the ‘Stop’ button on the remote, and turned to look at her brother over her shoulder.  ?Billy, what do you suppose Joyce is going to do to Rebecca??

?If you, Carli, were in Rebecca’s shoes, what would you want Joyce to do to you??

?Hmmmm!  Good question!  Ouch!  Not so hard with the fist – I can’t concentrate.  Hmmm, if I had nipple rings, I’d expect Joyce to use them to twist my tits all the way around.  Oh, God, that would hurt??so good!?

?Did Dad tell you what he has in mind for your nipples??

She was clearly excited.  ?No, tell me!?

?No, I don’t think so.?

?Oh, shit, Billy!  Tell me!?

?Naw, I don’t want to ruin Dad’s surprise.?

?Billy!  You know it’ll be a better experience for my Master if I can anticipate and fantasize about it.  Come on, tell me.  Is he going to pierce them and put rings in them?  I’ve been begging him for years to do it.  Every time Mom gets her nips pulled or twisted with her rings, and you see the obvious pain she’s in, I want to cum right there.?

?Well, yeah, you’re going to get pierced.?  Carli squealed with delight.  ?But he’s not going to do it.?  Carli’s face went into a pout.  ?He’s going to auction off your nipples – piercing them, I mean.  Your clit, too.?  Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.  Her hand also dropped to her snatch and she started to frig herself vigorously.

?Please, Master, let me cum!?

?Oh, go ahead, slut.  But I’m going to stick my dick back in your ass, and you better squeeze real hard.?  He yanked his fist out of his sister’s cunt, causing her a fair amount of discomfort, positioned his cock at her back door, and lunged.

?Mummmpf!? was Carli’s inarticulate response.  And then she came.  Billy reached under her, slapping her hand away, and with his thumb and first finger, he dug his nails into her clit.  Her scream was loud, and indicated that her brother’s action was causing her a lot of pain.  But instead of trying to get away from it, she backed her ass hard against his groin.  She didn’t need to squeeze his cock; the pain in her clit caused an automatic tightening of her sphincter.  He shot his wad, taking six thrusts to empty his balls.  They both collapsed.

After five minutes, Carli pushed the ‘Play’ button.

The Queen, or just ‘Queen’, was a very large black woman, as in 380 pounds large.  She had huge pendulous tits that were exposed, with large nipples and areolas.  It was unclear whether she was clothed below the waist because of the folds of fat that hung over her belly, hiding her crotch.  She reclined on an oversized chaise longue.  On either side of her, a young, naked, white prisoner was shackled to the floor.  Again, Melissa’s face expressed the horror she was supposedly feeling.

?So!  Here’s the deal, Sandi.  I’ll make it as simple as I can.  I order: you obey.  Any questions??

Melissa fidgeted.  She didn’t want to see any of the things that were before her.  The woman’s bare chest was repulsive.  The naked slaves on the floor were frightening.  The best she could do was look directly down at her bare feet.

?I’ll be goddamned!  Five seconds, and you’ve already fucked up.  When I ask a question, I expect a response.?

?Ahh?.?  Yes, Melissa had questions.  So many questions, in fact, that she couldn’t think of any.  The scene she had been thrust into was so alien to anything she had ever experienced, or even postulated, that she had no framework for questions.

?Fuck!  No one told me that you were dumber than dirt.?

?Ahh, Queen?.?

?No, cunt.  You haven’t earned the right to call me Queen.  You will refer to me only as ‘Mistress’.  Understand??

Melissa stared at her blankly.  ?Ahh, yes?..Mistress.?

?Good.  So it doesn’t sound like you have any questions.  In that case, I’ll ask the questions.  First question: How many pussies have you licked??

Melissa was shocked.  Her knowledge of sex included a very remote idea, named ?lesbian? in her brain.  But she had never considered that this concept was relevant to her in any way.  She had no concept of ?how they did it?, although she now realized that what she had seen in some of the cells was lesbian sex.  She even had trouble with the word pussy, knowing that it referred to a woman’s genitals, yet not sure what it encompassed.  But clearly she knew that ?pussy? and ?licking? in the same sentence was a non sequitur.

?Jesus!  I can’t believe it!  Ten seconds, and you’ve fucked up twice.  At this rate, I’m going to need every guard in the place just to keep up with your punishments.?

?Sorry, Queen.  I mean, Mistress.  If I may be permitted, I frankly don’t believe you should be asking such a personal question.?  The two naked slaves at Queen’s side stared disbelievingly at Melissa, thankful that whatever was going to happen to her wouldn’t be happening to them.

?Okay, that’s it!  Annie!  Get your ass in here!? Queen shouted.

?Yeah, Queen!  Whatcha need??  A large, biker-chick of a guard appeared at the cell door.

?This cunt needs some re-ed-u-cation.  A good hour of whippin’ will be a good start.  Mind you, no fuckin’.  I still got some cherry plucking to do.  Them tits could probably do with some tenderizing.?

?Do you care if there are any marks??

?No scarring.  Temporary’s okay.?

Melissa screamed as the guard’s meaty paw clamped down on one of her tits.

?Wait a minute,? Queen said.  I ain’t seen the merchandise yet.?  [Finally!  We were going to see Melissa naked!]

The guard unceremoniously ripped Melissa’s dress off.  Her back was turned to the camera.  The guard spun her around to face Queen (and the camera), reached between Melissa’s breasts, and ripped away her bra.

?Oh, fuck, rape me!?  Carli spat out as she imagined herself in Melissa’s role – not that Melissa wanted to be raped, of course.  That was total Carli.

?You stupid slit.  You’re never going to be raped.  Not in your whole life.? her brother proclaimed.  ?To be raped, you have to say ‘No!’  Starting tomorrow in Bangkok, you won’t ever be allowed to refuse anyone the use of your body.  And even if you were allowed, you’d never do it anyway.  So give it up.  No rape for Carli.?

?Fuck you, asshole.  I can pretend.?  She turned back to the screen, and began to frig herself again.

Melissa screamed again and covered her tits.  ?Stop!  What are you doing??  She started to cry.  The guard brushed her hand away from one of her tits – not the same she had mauled earlier – and squeezed the soft tissue with her paw.  ?Owww!  You’re hurting me.?

The guard’s other hand slipped a knife blade under the elastic of Melissa’s panties and cut through the fabric in one upward thrust.  The panties dropped down to the floor, revealing a full blonde bush.

?Now tell me that you wouldn’t like to rape the bitch, right now,? Carli teased.

?Naw!  I’m waiting for the gang rape scene.  Then I’ll ‘rape’ your mouth and fill your belly with my stinking piss.?

Carli yawned.  ?Promises, promises!  You’ll have to force me if you think I’m going to let you put that filthy thing anywhere near my mouth.?  She made sure that she gave him a bored look as though she was telling him that he wasn’t man enough to rape her.

?She’ll do, I guess.  But I’ve seen better,? Queen commented.  Melissa was now bawling like a bullied wimp in a high school boys’ locker room.  The guard had slipped a pair of cuffs on her wrists behind her back.  She went around to face the scared virgin.  Pulling the blond hair on her head back, the guard raped Melissa’s mouth with a deep-tongue French kiss.  The movie soundman moved the boom close enough to pick up Melissa’s guttural grunts and moans of mortification.  The camera panned over to Queen, who seemed to be frigging herself under the folds of fat.  Both slaves at her feet had knowing grins on their faces.  The screen faded to black.

When the camera came back up, it focused on a naked Melissa, her wrists tied above her with a rope from the ceiling.  She was blindfolded.  She was stretched so that she could barely stand on her toes.  A spreader bar separated her legs.

?Seems you weren’t too keen about my kiss back there.  Let’s try again.?  The guard was now dressed in leather fetish-wear, her 44-D’s spilling through the holes in her leather bra, and a leather gusset with a strap-on vibrator that was clearly buzzing away in the guard’s cunt.  She reached around Melissa waist, drawing her closer, and clamped her mouth down over the blonde’s.  Melissa scrunched up her face and tried unsuccessfully to turn away from the oral assault.

?No, huh!  Well, you just lost your chance.  If you had been a little friendlier, we could have just pretended that I punished you.  Now don’t you worry about your screams keeping anybody awake here.  You just go ahead and scream your pretty little throat raw.?  She backed away, unfurled the leather cat, and reached down to her crotch to slightly change the position of the vibrator in her cunt.  The camera recorded the straps of the cat being brought back over the guard’s shoulder, then quickly switched to a close focus of Melissa’s tits.

The close angle of the camera made it possible to see that this was no ?pretend? whipping that so many BDSM videos offered.  The scene was filmed in slow motion.  The force of the cat coming down on Melissa tits was evident as the tits were compressed and bounced wildly.  And Melissa’s scream seemed very, very real.

?Looks like your virgin prisoner is having fun,? Yvette commented, standing naked in the doorway of the family room.  Her body showed only a few remaining brown streaks.

?Oh, hi, Mom.  Yeah, she’s really getting off on the tit whipping.?  Another blow across the tits was filmed in close.  Again, Amira Love, the actress’ stage name, screamed bloody murder.  The camera began to pull back to show the full flight of the cat.  ?I know I would be creaming all over the place.?

?You’re such a pain slut, dear.  I’m looking forward to what happens next.  Can I join you??

?Only if you give me a hole to fuck,? Billy offered.

?Master, you know you can take any hole you want.  Whenever you want.?  Billy pointed for her to lay beside her daughter on her stomach.  She raised her ass a little, giving her son access to either hole.  But she knew he was an inveterate ass-fucker, so she expected to feel the tip of his cock at her back door.  She was not disappointed.  As soon as he was lodged inside her anus, she turned to Carli and gave her a deep French kiss.

The fat guard had paused for a few moments so that she could pull up one of her tits and suck on her own nipple.  Melissa was slowly rotating from the force of the blows on her tits, and was weeping piteously.  Red welts were beginning to form on both tits.

?Please, mercy.  No more.  I beg you.?

Carli backed off her mother’s tongue, but didn’t look back at the screen.  ?No more?  No more?  You dumb cunt.  Fuck, we’ve just started.  I’m going to keep this up ‘til I cum – five times!?

?No more?  No more?  You dumb cunt.  Fuck, we’ve just started.  I’m going to keep this up ‘til I cum – five times!?

Yvette laughed at her daughter’s word-for-word recitation of the dialogue.  Then she drove her tongue back into Carli’s mouth.

The camera switched between close-ups of Melissa’s tits and face, and longer shots of the guard laying into the very sexy body of the ?virgin?.  After a dozen more vicious blows to the girl’s breasts, with Annie putting her whole body into it like she was Nolan Ryan, Melissa pretended to lose consciousness.  Or maybe Amira really did lose consciousness.  The latter was certainly what Carli and Billy wanted to believe.  The camera faded to black, and returned.

Another naked prisoner had been brought into the chamber.  She held a bucket of cold water, which Annie, the guard motioned to be thrown over the limp figure of the victim.

Melissa shot back to consciousness, realized where she was and how horrible the pain in her tits was.  She moaned loudly.

?Well, cunt, one orgasm down, four to go!?

?Noooooo!?

?Should I stop whipping your tits??

?Yes.  Please, I beg you.  Don’t whip my breasts.?

Carli and Yvette disentangled their tongues.  ?Here it comes!  The stupid little cow should have known better!?  Both now riveted their attention on the screen.

?Okay!  If you insist!?  The whip was a blur as Annie brought it from behind her, changing her delivery from over the top to more like a fastball softball pitcher, with all of her considerable strength and right up between Melissa’s thighs.

?AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!?  Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.  Never in her wildest imagination had she thought so much pain was even possible.

Carli paused the CD.  ?That little slut is either the best damned actress in Hollywood, or she really didn’t know what was going to happen next.?

?Darling, she’s as big a pain slut as you are.  More, I wager.  You think the level of pain surprised her, and yes, she was surprised.  She was hoping it was going to be much more.?  Yvette said this with a sarcastic smirk.

?I don’t think I’ve ever seen Daddy use a whip on your pussy.  Have you ever been whipped down there??

?Would you two sluts shut the fuck up!  You’re distracting me.?

Mother and daughter looked back at Billy pumping in and out of Yvette’s ass, and gave each other a droll look.  ?Yes, Master!? Carli answered.  ?Sorry, Master!?  Yvette chimed in.

?I think you’ll get plenty of pussy whipping in the brothel,? Yvette whispered.  ?It’s done to me several times a year at The Club.  It’s great!?

?I think we’ll warm your crotch with one more stroke.  I’ve just been teasing you so far.  Then maybe you can tell me how much you regret your unfriendliness.  Maybe we can make a fresh start.?

Melissa was certain that the blows thus far had been anything but a tease.  She was ready to get real friendly without needing any more crotch warming.  ?Please, Mistress,? she begged between audible sobbing gasps.  ?I can’t wait to start over.  I think we can be friends.  I want to try.?

?Oh, yeah, bitch!  I really want to be your ‘friend’ (spoken sarcastically).  Maybe we could go to the mall together.  You know, have quality girl time together.?  Carli really did seem to know every line in the movie.

?Oh, yeah, bitch!  I really want to be your ‘friend’.  Maybe we could go to the mall together.  You know, have quality girl-time together.  We can talk about our boyfriends, and the latest shade of lipstick, and which brand of tampon we use.?

Melissa was confused.  In her defense, her mind was just a little foggy at this moment.  The sadistic guard seemed to want to be ?friendly?, which Melissa wasn't so innocent as to miss the fact that friendliness equated with some kind of sexual activity – which she was sure to hate.  But now it seemed to her that the woman was being sarcastic, maybe suggesting that she did not want to have sex with her.  That would certainly be a relief.

?Do you need to pee??

?Excuse me??

?Pee?  You know, that yellow stuff.  Do you need me to rephrase it for your fucking simple mind?  Is your bladder full??

?Please, Mistress.  You don’t need to mock me.  I understood what you asked.  It’s just that a stranger has never asked me that.  In fact, not since I was 3 or 4.?

?You didn’t answer the question.?

?Well, yes, I guess so.  Does this mean you’re going to untie me and let me use the Ladies’ Room??

The other naked prisoner finally couldn’t hold back her laughter.  ?Annie!  You never told me that we had Ladies’ Rooms.  Think I could use one of ‘em the next time I gotta go – you know, get some privacy for a change??

?Right, bitch!  Fact is, we got hundreds of portable ‘Ladies’ Rooms’.  I think one of ‘em might be right here, don’t you??

The prisoner smiled a very sensuous smile, and licked her lips.  ?I thought you’d never ask.  I’ve been wanting to try me some virgin piss for a long time.  Can’t get any of that in here.?

?It’s sure to be better than that retch-making piss you spew.?

?It’s sure to be better than that retch-making piss you spew.?

?You’re trying to flatter me, aren’t you!?  Annie motioned the prisoner toward Melissa.  She fell to her knees, brought her face up to Melissa’s pussy and opened her mouth.

?No!  You can’t mean this!?  Melissa protested.

?Seems the young cunt’s never used a mouth for a toilet,? Yvette observed.

?Do ya think!  Frankly, I think she’s just playing hard to get.?  Carli replied.

?Honey, when it comes to toilet play, I never kid around.  Here’s the dealeo.  I’m giving you a free pass, so to speak.  You have a choice of pissing into Candy’s mouth, or licking up your piss from the floor when I beat it out of you.  Which is it to be??

?That’s sick!?

?‘Sick’ is the motto of this place.  It won’t be long before you think of pissing in someone’s mouth as vanilla play.  Right, Candy??  The prisoner merely nodded, never removing her lips from Melissa’s pussy.

With Candy’s mouth and throat working down Melissa’s piss, the screen faded to black.

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The screen then opened onto a scene of a grotesquely nude Queen sitting on a commode seat, especially built for her huge black ass.  The camera moved to shoot the vision being enjoyed (or maybe not) by the man laying beneath the seat.  Queen’s large puffy lips hung down, dripping pussy juice and the saliva from the young white prisoner now sucking on her Mistress’ left tit..  The unnamed prisoner was also nude, but very skinny.

?So, Elissa, the delivery was everything we hoped for.  Three kilos.  Frankly, I’m surprised their cunts could hold that much.  Anyway, get it divided up.  I’m getting static from the Men’s Prison.  Make sure its ready to send over in this week’s whore group.?

Elissa was a statuesque Scandinavian beauty.  The contrast between the two of them was frankly mind-blowing.  Elissa was Queen’s top lieutenant.  Rather than being a prisoner, she was the wife of the Valley’s Warden – who now lay beneath Queen, ready to consume whatever the Queen had to discharge.

?Oh, God, I love Elissa!  Do you think I’ll finally get a lesbian to torture me at the brothel??

?Probably.  But don’t you like the way I torture you?? Yvette pretended to be hurt.

?Oh, Mom, you’re just following orders.  And unless you’ve been ordered to not bring me off, you always make sure I cream your mouth.  I mean I want a beautiful dyke like Elissa, who doesn’t care whether I cum or not.  And someone who I’m not sure about – who might really mess me up.?

?Well, your Father’s brothel in Bangkok is well known in the BDSM community.  He does get a fair number of sadistic dykes.  So it might just happen.?

Warden Burnell was balding, short of stature, and a complete wimp.  Queen had arranged his marriage to Elissa Pennington, a confirmed lesbian sadist.  Their marriage had never been ?consummated? of course, unless serving daily as a toilet could be counted.  Elissa found him so repulsive that she had difficulty in looking at his naked body, and always swiveled the commode seat around to gaze upon the woman she was currently torturing.

Several times a month it was necessary for Elissa to play the role of the wife of a prominent state employee, but she had elicited a promise from Queen that he would be severely abused by numerous prisoners and guards every time she was ?forced? to be in his company.  His body bore the most recent marks inflicted upon it as a result of last night’s dinner with the Secretary of the State Dept. of Corrections.

Typically, Victor had fucked up the budget again, and the Secretary had found it incumbent upon himself to pay a personal visit to The Valley.  Actually, he didn’t give a fuck about the irregularities in the accounting for food purchases.  Rather, he knew that Elissa would fuck him in exchange for his blind eye.  Victor’s subsequent punishment was much more severe if Elissa had been required to spread her legs for a man, as she had the previous evening.

The screen faded and came back in a way to suggest an earlier scene.

This morning, Elissa had watched as a group of six guards, both male and female, had buggered the Warden, requiring him to beg each of them in turn to use his fag cunt for their pleasure.  Queen had indulged her by assigning four of the most brutish male guards, and two of the really sadistic female guards, to the Warden’s ?Correction Period?.  All four of the men had done him twice, and all six of them had cleaned their tools in his mouth.  Five minutes of wimp-fucking was shown, with Victor crying his eyes out.

?Now that’s something I really don’t understand!?

?What’s that dear??

?Why would a man be a wimp??

?You mean submitting to the ass fucking??

?No, of course not.  Dad regularly invites Billy to use his ass – and vice-versa.  I certainly understand why someone wants a nice hard cock up the shitter.  No, I mean how can a guy submit to a woman like this.  And act like such a crybaby??

?Probably for the same reason you are such a masochistic slut – born that way, I guess.?

After servicing Queen, he would be required to empty the commodes in all of the cells of Q-Block.  And then it was likely that Queen would have one of the female guards shackle him in the torture cell (the one Melissa was currently having fun in), and would watch on the closed-system video as he was further abused.

?Queen, I must say that I don’t understand how you can look at that pathetic piece of man shit.?

?I like to use my crop on the crotch, just when a turd is about to break off, so he – or should we call him ‘she’ – is sure to have it drop in his mouth.?

?I could kick him in the crotch, and achieve the same result.?

?Sounds like you’re still really pissed with him.  Would you like to kick him now??

?I actually had to suck that bastard last night because Victor is too dumb to hide a few thousand dollars in the budget.  At least he didn’t cum in my mouth,? she shuddered, ?but it was bad enough in my cunt.  I should have had Victor lick it out.  But his tongue anywhere near my body is even more horrible to contemplate.  That’s why I use the commode chair, and look away from his pathetic crotch.?

?So who did have the pleasure of licking spunk out of your sweet, sweet cunt??

?Name?  Oh, who knows?  It was that redhead who killed her husband when she discovered him banging his secretary.?

?Gee, honey, that only describes about half the inmate population,? Queen laughed.  ?Okay, start kicking.  I’m just about to drop a load.?

As the screen faded, a man’s guttural scream could be heard.

The scene then opened showing Annie prodding a naked, marked, and stumbling Melissa into Queen’s cell.

?Oh, boy!  Deflowering!?

?Yeah, like you even have a clue what deflowering is,? Billy taunted.

?What do you mean!  It wasn’t that long ago that I lost ‘em!?

?Yeah, only about ten thousand fucks ago!?

?Fuck you!  I still remember how great it was.?

?Something tells me,? Yvette interjected, ?that Melissa isn’t meant to have a great time losing her cherries!?

?I know that I wouldn’t be taking her to Nirvana,? Billy added.  ?A cunt like Melissa needs to have it really hard the first time, especially busting her ass cherry!?

?Why, Billy, I do believe that your teeny-weeny has grown to its full one-inch length!?  Carli taunted.  ?Too bad it’s too short to reach the hymen.  You’ll never get to know what its like to rip a girl’s cherry!?

?That’s it, you fucking skank whore!  You’re going to find out just how hard it can be!?  He yanked out of his mother’s ass, causing her to turn her head toward Carli.  ?Thanks for nothing, Carli.  I was getting really close.?

The young stud moved to behind his sister, and without adding any lubrication, stuffed it into her brown pucker.  ?Ohhhh, Billy, are you in my ass now?  I can’t really tell.  I’m really sorry, but I do need at least a pencil-thick dick before I even know something’s down there.  Why don’t you get Daddy to take your place??

Billy reached down, grabbed a handful of Carli’s pubic hair, and yanked.  ?OOOwwwwww!? Carli screamed as she collapsed into a fetal position.  ?Christ, Billy, take it easy!?

?Bitch!?

?Okay, children, time to chill out!  Carli, apologize to your Master,? her mother ordered.

Carli really didn’t want to, but facts were facts.  Her brother was her Master.  ?Master, please punish your silly little whore-sister for being rude.?

Chapter 4 – More Fun at the Women’s Prison

?Don’t worry, I have plans for you when we get to Bangkok.  Now, clean my dick.?  Billy pulled his still hard cock out of her ass, pulled her face over to it using her hair, and rubbed it across her nostrils.  The smell was enough to cause her to immediately open her mouth and take it inside, lavishing it with a wet suction.

Carli was truly ambivalent when it came to her brother.  The problem was that he was only sixteen, and even though he had fucked more mouth, pussy and ass than most guys do their entire lives, he still didn’t have the sophistication of a thirty-something, or forty-something sex brute.  Carli firmly believed that she would never experience any man who would hold a candle to her father’s instincts and sophistication, but she was very much looking forward to a legion of adult (as opposed to teen) partners in Thailand.

That said, and despite the mean-spirited sibling taunting, Carli knew that Billy had a very nice sized cock, one that she would gladly service in any way he chose.

When his sister had removed the last of the brown streaks off his cock, Billy ordered her onto her back.  He then place his ass directly over her mouth.  ?Stick your tongue in there.?

?No, Billy,? Carli protested.  ?I won’t be able to see the gangrape.  Its my favorite part!?

Billy ignored her.  He picked up the remote control, then ordered his mother to fellate him.  She, too, was disappointed, because she liked the upcoming scene of the Queen rape deflowering Melissa, but her son was her Master, and fell to her task.  ?Don’t bring me off until I tell you!?

?Well, Sandi, did Annie help you to understand The Rule??

?Please, Mistress.  I’ll try to be good.  Just don’t hurt me.  Please!? Melissa pleaded.

?You’re amazing, Sandi.  You truly must have an empty head.  Or maybe it’s me!  Maybe I got suddenly Alheizmered-out.  I sure do think I just asked you a question.  But you’re not answering it.  Or maybe I was completely wrong about you.  Maybe you’re a born pain-slut.  Maybe you’re ignoring my question so you can get back with Annie as fast as possible.  Is that it?  Are you into pain?  ‘Cause it you are, I certainly wouldn’t want to deprive you!?

Melissa was suddenly terrified.  ?God, no, Queen.  That was the worst thing that’s ever happened.  Ah?ahh,? she stammered, as she tried to remember what Queen had just asked her.  ?Oh, yes Queen, Annie helped me very much.  I understand.?

?No, Sandi.  I’m sure that Annie didn’t do the worst thing that has ever happened.  Maybe the worst thing that has ever happened to you.  But whatever she did, it was kids’ play.  You still have your tits ? your bush ? your pussy.  Honey, you are a world away from ‘the worst’.  So!  What is The Rule??

Melissa stared gape-mouthed at the obese, naked woman.  Her mind raced over her experiences of the last several hours.  She started shaking as she realized that she didn’t have a clue as to what The Rule was.  And this entire world, this bizarre situation, was so alien to her that she couldn’t even come up with a guess.  She realized that her failure was going to put her back in the hands of the cruel dyke guard.  She crumbled to the floor in utter despair.  But at least she knew enough to answer the question.  ?I can’t remember,? she whispered.

Melissa couldn’t see that a wry smile had come across Queen’s face.  Queen knew she had a real treasure here.  Most of the women who became her slaves and whores had lived a hard life outside, and knew the score.  Most of them understood that they were defined by their holes, and were ready to get the best deal their holes could afford.  It was mildly amusing to abuse her whores, but it was no more than the women expected.

But here was an innocent 18-year-old who wasn’t even quite sure what it meant to be a woman in this world, and certainly considered her anatomy to be private, almost sacrosanct – not ?holes? to be used.

?Get Gertrud,? Queen ordered one of her service sluts, the one that was tonguing the other one’s ass as she sucked on one of Queen’s nipples.  The order was enough to give both of them a pause, and one of the actresses was actually able to fake a shudder.  (She needn’t have bothered; the men wanking off as they watched the CD were way too far gone to appreciate that little subtly.)

Carli removed her tongue from her brother’s asshole, and pleaded with him to let her see Gertrud.

A moment later, the nude prisoner handed Queen a halter and a strap-on dildo, ?Gertrude?.  Black, veined, and almost exactly the size of Melissa’s forearm from her wrist to her elbow. ?Well, what are you waiting for?  Strap it on!?

?Look at the size of that!? Carli squealed.  ?I think I would pass out if it were shoved into my cunt.  Though I’m not sure if it would be from terror or ecstasy.?

?Terror!  Believe me,? Yvette replied.

?But you’ve been fisted by bigger arms than that, haven’t you Mom??

?Sure!  And I’m going to guess that you’ll get your twat stretched about that much in the brothel.  But when you look over your back to see a sadistic dyke with a strap-on like that, its abject terror!?

The camera panned down the grotesquely fat and nude body of Queen, to the prostrate and naked Melissa.  The innocent girl had not looked up from the floor, too scared that she was about to be taken back to the ?Interrogation Room? by Annie.

The camera then panned slowly back up to Queen’s crotch.  The insides of her fleshy thighs were streaked with drying pussy juice.  The naked prisoner with the strap-on halter had encouraged her companion to help her, since it was virtually impossible for one slender woman to reach all the way around her lesbian master to attach the halter.  If she had tried, her face would have been in the immediate vicinity of Queen’s pussy.  And even though most of the women in Cell Block Q spent long periods each week licking out flabby lips of the black domintrix, no one ever got use to it.

?This part is really sick,? Billy observed.

?Yeah!  Its just about the only thing I get turned off by,? Yvette agreed.

?I’ve never understood this part,? Carli said.

?Queen’s suppose to have a low-grade vaginal infection.  You see the whitish streaks mixed in with her cunt juice??  Yvette pointed out.

?Yeah!  But so what??  Carli had never experienced going down on a woman whose snatch smelled really rank.  While it was true that she and her mother were never permitted to wash their crotches, or armpits for that matter, they were both licked so often in the course of a day/night (especially when BB, the Great Dane, was doing them) that they never developed the infamous fish-stench of low class whores – or women with vaginitis.

?Maybe I should ask Lamai to teach you!?  Davis had come into the room.  He referred to the Madame of the brothel where Carli would soon be instructed.

?Hi, Daddy!  Master.  Well, if its anything like they show on this porn, when Melissa first comes in contact with Queen’s front, it must be horrible!  But I’m game to experience it!?

?If you think eating my shit is bad, you ain’t smelled and tasted anything yet,? Billy sneered.

?Who says I think eating your shit is bad?  I love it!  Problem is, what with Mom and Dad around, I hardly ever get my share.?

?Well, dear,? Yvette interjected, ?really stinky cunt can put you right off your feed.  I think the repulsion is hard-wired into our brains.?

?Your mother has probably never told you about Awiti, has she??  Yvette’s countenance immediately took on a green hue.

?Mom?? the irrepressibly curious 14-year-old asked.

?Yuck!  I can’t even talk about her without wanting to throw up.?

?Now, slave, that’s no way to talk about your betters!?  Yvette gave Davis a wilting stare.  He turned to Carli.  ?Awiti was – is – a woman from the Luo tribe in Africa.  She was one of the wives of a tribal chief.  But her name means ‘thrown away’, and I’m guessing that she got the name because of, well, her smell.  The chief told me that Awiti constantly complained that she didn’t get any of his attention, but how could he lay with her?  I suggested that I had a solution, at least for the period of time your mother and I would be spending in the country.  Isn’t that right, slut??

?Yes, Master.  You certainly did have a solution.  But not one that I appreciated.?  She turned to Carli.  ?Women can have a particularly pungent odor.?

?Yeah, I know.  It’s our pheromones.  It’s the way we get men all hot and bothered, ready to fuck us.?

?No, I mean something beyond that.  Way beyond that.  Even when you’ve worn a tampon for a whole day, it doesn’t stink anything close to woman with a yeast infection.  You’ve already probably figured out what your father did to me.  For almost two weeks, I had to get her off several times a day.  Even just being in the same room with her – in the tropical heat – was enough to make you want to puke.?

Carli turned to her father.  ?Couldn’t you smell Awiti on Mom’s face?  Did it gross you out??

Davis was about to answer, but Yvette chimed in.  ?Oh, no, darling.  Your father is much too jaded to let a little cunt odor bother him.  In fact, if I remember Master, you would pull my mouth to yours, and get hard in the process.?

?That sounds about right.  In fact, I went down on Awiti a couple of times myself.?

?No!  Really?  I never smelled her on you.  But then, I don’t guess I would, since the only thing I could smell while we were in Africa was that horrible cunt stink.?

?Did you really barf??

?Practically every time.?

?Didn’t that make Awiti uncomfortable?  Or angry??

?I don’t think so.  She just ordered me to lick up my vomit, then go back to her clit.  Oh, I think I can give you some idea of how bad she smelled.  I actually liked it when I barfed.  The smell and taste of my vomit was way better than her cunt.?

Carli shuddered at the thought.

To be continued.