Nathan Silvers - Tortured sisters

"Fuck, kid," said Ken as he ran his hands through Amanda's blonde hair. "That was the greatest!"

Slowly, Amanda let his cock slip out of her mouth, her fingers still holding it, caressing his still-hard flesh as she gazed up at Ken. She ran a finger over her tits, picking up the drops of his cum and licking them off.

"Can I get you breakfast now, sit?" she asked, pouting and licking her fingers.

Ken grinned. "You sure can. And help yourself, you deserve it."

"Thank you, sir," Amanda said as she got up and went to the refrigerator.

She made Ken breakfast. It seemed so right that she should be doing all this for him. As she put the pancakes and bacon in front of him, she reached down and ran her fingers over his cock, feeling it stir into life at once. She got him the coffee and put the pot beside him.

"Please sir, could I take a shower and put some clothes on? I'll put on ones you'll like, I promise." She slid her hands over his cock once more and smiled at him.

Ken looked at her. "Don't make a run for it. Remember, we have your sister."

"Oh, I won't run for it, I promise, sir."

Ken reached up and pulled Amanda's head down to his and kissed her. She nearly passed out, and went weak at the knees. The very thing she wanted him to do and he'd done it. She was panting with desire as she went off to the bathroom.

After the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror. She had never looked so wonderful, so desirable. Even the whip lines across her tits and the crimson glow of her ass made her look better. Her tits seemed to stick out even more arrogantly, demanding caresses and cocks shooting all over them. Her tight, swelling asscheeks moved with a new desire and certainty, and her long, shapely legs strutted as she went into the bedroom, rubbing her hair dry.

She set her hair, making sure her long blonde curls tolled over her shoulders in cascades of shining light. Then she tried to decide to wear a simple black slip that just reached the tops of her expensive seamed black stockings. The slip had tiny buttons between her tits that reached almost to her waist, so Ken could get at them instantly if he wanted to. The tiny black panties and the five-inch-heeled shoes completed a picture of sensual loveliness. She made herself up quickly, already breathing hard with the thoughts of getting back to Ken. When she got back into the kitchen, Jack was there, talking angrily to Ken.

"Fuck," he snapped, "that cunt won't do anything! Whipped the shit outa her, fucked her till she couldn't stop popping her lid, and still she won't do a fuckin' thing!"

Amanda walked over to Ken and stood beside him.

"Does this please you, sir?" she asked, posing for him, sliding the hem of the slip up so that he could see her white thighs above her stocking tops. "I'll change until I do have something that pleases you," said Jack. "How the fuck do you [missing text]?" Ken chuckled and ran his hand over Amanda's thighs, caressing her, pushing almost as far as the tight silk of her panties. "Sure, you look great, baby. Go on like this and I'll have to fuck you again after breakfast."

"Anything you want, sir," whispered Amanda, shaking with desire. "I'm here to please you, sir."

"I could use some more coffee," he said.

"Yes, yes, sir!" she said and took the pot to the stove and started some more.

"Hey, bitch, what about me?" snarled Jack, his voice sounding really nasty.

"I do what my master says," Amanda said, spinning around at Jack. "And only my master. You can't even master my sister."

"You shit!" roared Jack, leaping to his feet. "I'm gonna…"

"Sit down and listen to me," said Ken very calmly. "She's right. She's my slave and she only does what I tell her to. She can tell anybody else to go fuck themselves unless I tell her otherwise. Now listen, are you prepared to tie that bitch downstairs to a bed and leave her until tomorrow night? Not touch her?"

"What?" Jack said, looking at Ken as if he'd gone crazy.

"Just do as I say and I guarantee I'll show you how to make that whore beg to suck your cock. Deal?"

Jack looked at Ken and then at Amanda as if they had some sort of conspiracy going.

"We'll have some of the gang over," said Ken, "so they can see the wonderful conversion."

"You know something I don't know?" asked Jack.

"I know something you should know and don't. Now, are you taking the deal or do you want to try it your way?"

Jack looked at Ken for a long time.

"Okay, I'll go for it, but if you fuck up, I get her." He jabbed his thumb at Amanda.

"Sure," said Ken easily. "But I don't fuck up. So, what do I get if I'm right?"

Jack grinned. "The use of my boat whenever you want it."

"Okay," said Ken, "that's pretty good. And to show you what a sport I am, and because you won't get to fuck that bitch below until tomorrow night, I'll lend you Amanda until then. Amanda, you're to fuck Jack any way he wants until then, got that?"

"Yes, sir!" Amanda replied, coming over to Jack. "I'll fuck anybody you tell me to. You look like you need to get rid of another load."

She slid to her knees and ran her hand over Jack's rapidly hardening cock.

"Yeah," he said, working his hand over her swelling tits, "get over that table."

"Why don't we tie that sister of hers out first," Ken said. "Then we can fuck Amanda and make her watch."

"Shit," moaned Jack as his cock stiffened and Amanda bent down, licking her tongue aver his stiff prick-flesh. "Just as I get it up."

Ken laughed and got up. "What bed would be best to hold your fuckin' sister?"

"Oh, I think her bed," Amanda gasped, getting up. "It's brass, and you can tie her arms and legs to the posts."

The three of them hauled Sammy out of the cage, and carried her upstairs as she kicked and screamed and called Amanda all the names under the sun for betraying her. They shoved her into the bathroom and made her take a piss and shit while they waited and then took her into her own bedroom.

Sammy shrieked and moaned as they tied her arms and legs to the bed, spread-eagling her. She lay there, totally naked, screaming up at them, expecting another desperate rape.

Ken grinned. "If you stop screaming, we won't gag you, but I'm pissed off with you whimpering at every fucking thing."

Sammy stopped screaming.

"You'll stay there until we come to get you," Ken said. "Now Amanda is going to show you what happens to good little girls around here."

Amanda gave Sammy a long hard stare. Her whole body trembled with lust. She went up to Ken and slid her hands into the front of his robe.

"What do I have to do, sir?" she asked. "Take your panties off," he said.

"You shit!" Sammy screamed as she saw her sister step back and pose for the two men.

Slowly, Amanda slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She walked back to Ken.

"I think my pussy's wet enough for you, sir. If it isn't, you'll have to punish me." She spread her legs so Ken could slide a finger into her cunt.

"That's wet enough," he said as his finger plunged into her fuck-channel. "You're a total whore, aren't you?"

"Only for you, sir," Amanda gasped, hanging onto him, her hand shaking on his shoulders. "I only fuck when you tell me to, sir, only you."

Her hips shook as her pussy spasmed on Ken's hand.

"Oh sir," she moaned, "you made me come! I'm sorry, slit, please forgive me!"

Before Sammy's horrified eyes, Amanda shook and moaned in the grip of the mast depraved climax. Sammy saw Ken lean forward and whisper in Amanda's ear as his fingers dug into her pussy and rolled her clit, sending her into higher and higher spasms of lust.

"Now everytime you come without permission, I shall have to punish you," he said.

"Oh yes, sir, yes, yes!" Amanda shrieked, her pussy jerking and spawning on Ken's skillful fingers. "Oh everytime, everytime, sir!"