Welcome to the second installment of the Controlled Descent preview! If you'd like to catch up on part one, you can read my introduction to Charlotte here. In today's edition, we'll meet Katie and Megan, another pair of sisters with a different sort of relationship.
Katie: The Reluctant Slut
As the manager at Petsy's shop, Katie has responsibilities. She should not allow the staff to be sexualized. She certainly should not allow the owner or the customers to molest them. But Katie has a few problems that are interfering with her responsibilities.
Katie herself is being molested and forced to serve her gross stepfather's sexual needs. At home, he's regularly helping himself to Katie's mouth, or sliding his dick between her tits. Katie's mother lives in a blackout haze, reliant on her sleazy husband for support. Therefore, she turns a blind eye to Joey's abuse of Katie.
Katie isn't taking this abuse because she has no options. She doesn't put up with it because she's scared to leave. Katie is, in her mind, sacrificing her dignity for that of her younger sister, Megan.
Freshly eighteen, Katie's ditzy sister is a bombshell bimbo in blooming. She's their stepfather's "princess," spoiled and lavished with gifts. Now that she's an available sexual outlet for Joey's perversions, he's struck a terrible bargain with Katie.
Joey isn't going to be satisfied with using Katie's tits and mouth. He wants it all, and he wants it soon. Katie's now living on a countdown with a choice to make. Does she give in to Joey's demands and become his slutty servant? Will she save herself and surrender Megan to Joey's perversion?
Katie's true battle, though, is happening with herself. When Joey uses her, she experiences a reluctant arousal. Each time it happens, she searches for ways to justify this reaction and to allow the abuse to continue. It's all in service of saving Megan from Joey, of course. If their mother won't do it, it's up to Katie. The real reason can't be that she's the slut Joey says she is.
Joey, however, is as manipulative as they come. He's got such a grip on Megan that she'll believe anything out of his mouth. When he begins pushing Megan to "help" Katie with her "masturbation problem," Katie's sister begins developing an intense fascination with the new rules, discipline, and lessons.
Megan: The Bimbo with a Talent
Megan begins her journey as a very naive and painfully oblivious young woman. She's gaga over her stepfather, a spoiled princess, being handed anything she wants. While she loves her big sister, Megan's much more interested in what's fun, cool, trendy, and sexy. Now that she's of age, Joey's encouraging her to "dress like an adult" and learn the kinds of things that will land her a good, supportive husband. One like him.
After Joey fabricates Katie's masturbation problem, he begins pushing Megan to "help" her sister get over it through a series of lessons. It's important for Katie to learn what a normal and healthy sexual relationship is. She can't just go around rubbing her cunt. She needs real, physical, sexual interaction. Of course, it's completely normal for some of that interaction to come from her sister.
However, even Joey can't foresee what Megan's hidden talent is going to unlock. Because she's immersed in the world of social media, and already a rising teen influencer, Megan has a keen understanding of one thing. She knows how to use her looks to get attention.
Following an incident with their mother, Katie brings Megan to work with her and puts her in front of a laptop. Megan, however, begins making videos on her phone, using the shop's merchandise. What follows is an explosion of attention, focused on Petsy's shop, and the beautiful women he employs.
Sales begin pouring in. Customers are making special requests and sending tips to the staff. Foot traffic into the store is getting out of hand. Petsy sees potential in Megan's strange marketing tactic, offering her a job. She's suddenly the Blonde Director of Social Media.
Megan's video madness proves not to be a fluke. By jumping on sexy trends, she's found a way to turn the ailing shop around. All the staff need to do is follow her directions. Soon, they're receiving sponsorship offers from every direction.
The trends and the videos continue to get more racy, more explicit, and a tipping point comes during the "Pecks for Peace" trend. Megan's unique twist, "Sis Kiss for Peace," goes viral, with a sexy video of her and Katie lighting up the online world.
At home, Megan's lessons, under Joey's perverted tutelage, are awakening something else in this little blonde beauty. She likes controlling Katie. It's sexy. It's fun. Making Katie do things with their stepfather is hot.
Now Megan's realized that her sexuality can be weaponized. It can be used to control men and women, like Joey, Petsy, and Katie. On the surface, she may seem shallow, but beneath the sexy shell, there's something darker lurking.
Where will Megan's power trip take her? How will it change her new coworkers? And will Katie ever be able to convince Megan of a simple, frightening fact? Big sisters are not supposed to be pets.
Explore the sexy triangle of lust, submission, and manipulation in Controlled Descent.
Chapter Twelve: Girls' Night In
On day two of birthday weekend, Joey hosted several of Megan's friends at the house. Katie hoped that a house filled with eighteen-year-olds might somehow keep Joey's sick hands off of her for one night. She was, however, incorrect.
Somehow, Joey had put the idea into Megan's head that her friends should have a sleepover. Furthermore, the sleepover should be a pajama party. This was, Katie knew, simply a way for Joey to spend an evening perving over a group of young women wearing cotton pajamas or tiny shorts and tops.
To further the deception that he was simply a kind and doting stepfather, Joey took Megan out shopping before the party. The shopping trip, however, was not one for Megan herself. Megan had numerous gifts she would open this evening and throughout the week. Instead, Joey took Megan shopping in order to get gifts for her friends.
"Wouldn't it be nice," he said, "to have a big party where everyone gets gifts?"
Megan, of course, thought this was a splendid idea. Joey had only to appeal to her desire to be popular and liked. Who would be more popular than the girl who gave her friends presents on her own birthday?
Naturally, these gifts could not be simple ones. They needed to fit into the theme, and that theme was a coming-of-age one. Megan was becoming an adult, as were all of her friends. It was only fitting that they should all receive some sort of adult gifts.
Thus it was, on Saturday morning, as Katie was preparing to leave for work, that Joey stopped her in the kitchen. He was having breakfast with Megan and their mother, though "breakfast" for their mother was half a bottle of wine and some Cornflakes.
"Mom, you need some actual food," Katie said. "And maybe some water."
"Fuck I do," her mother mumbled, already slurring and bleary-eyed.
Katie, used to this and fully convinced their mother was going to drink herself to death, simply shook her head.
"Katie," Joey said as she prepared to walk out. "Megan and I are going out to get some gifts for her friends."
"They're going to be really surprised when they're the ones getting presents!" Megan said.
"I'm sure. You have fun with that," Katie said.
"Only thing is," Joey continued, "Megan wants to get them things that signify their transition into becoming women."
"I'm sure that was Megan's idea," Katie said, glaring at Joey.
"Um, yeah," Megan said. "I mean. Sort of. Joey thinks it would be fun and I think so, too."
Katie looked at her mother and said, "Mom?"
Her mother just waved a hand and said, "Do what Joey says, Katie."
"So," Joey said, "we were hoping you could make some suggestions. You're an adult woman, and you've got your pulse on this younger generation. What sort of gifts do you think would be fun for a group of young, adult women to have?"
Joey's emphasis on "adult" seemed to be lost on everyone but Katie. She wanted to punch Joey in the face. He knew exactly what he was doing. Megan was a bimbo and their mother was blitzed. Neither of them had enough brain cells to comprehend just what a fuck Joey actually was.
"I'm sure you guys can figure it out," Katie said and turned to leave.
"I suppose so," Joey said with a sigh. "Sorry, Megs. Katie just doesn't want to help. She's busy, so you can't blame her. We'll come up with something."
"I guess," Megan said.
Katie stopped. "Okay," she said. "I have some ideas."
"Really?" Megan asked.
Katie beckoned her over and whispered as Joey watched intently.
"Oh!" Megan said. "Oh! That's good!"
She giggled stupidly as Katie fed her the type of ideas she was certain Joey wanted her to hear. When she finished, she felt disgusted. Her only relief was that Joey himself wouldn't be at the party. Rather, Katie would chaperone the event. How much trouble could a small group of eighteen-year-old girls be?
***
Joey held Katie's head down on his cock as tears streamed down her cheeks. She breathed through her nose, her stepfather's prick lodged in her throat.
"You know what Daddy expects," he said. "Those girls get a good time tonight, and you make sure they know Old Joey's responsible."
Katie made a glurking noise.
"You ready to give that pussy to Daddy yet?"
Katie shook her head.
"Is it wet?"
Katie shook her head again. Joey let her head up and Katie sucked in air as she wiped spit from her chin.
"Show me," Joey commanded.
"What?"
"You deaf, too, slut? Pull those shorts down and prove it."
"I'm not doing that!" Katie balked.
Joey nodded and said, "There's a Bratty Brit concert two states away next month. Megan would probably love to go. Just think. Two nights away, alone with old Joey, listening to that dirty bitch spit lyrics about how much she loves cock? Boy, I'll bet that would put Megan in just the kind of mood to start taking Old Joey's prick up her backdoor."
Katie stamped her foot, bit her lip, and slowly pulled down her shorts. She looked away as Joey pushed his fingers between her legs and rubbed her cunt.
"Wet," he said triumphantly. "You're some kind of slut. Of course, with tits like those, I ain't surprised. Only a slut has a pair like you."
He continued rubbing Katie's cunt as she looked away, ashamed of her pussy's betrayal. Joey pushed a finger between her folds and Katie jerked. She slapped at his hand, which only made Joey chuckle.
He stood up from the bed, grabbed Katie, and slammed her onto her back on the bed. She wailed in surprise, but Joey clambered on after her and jammed his cock back into her throat.
"You swallow that for Daddy, you cockteasing slut," he growled. "I knew this shit would get your cunt gushing."
Katie struggled against him as he began shoving his length down her windpipe, but Joey just laughed. He took hold of her legs, spread them apart, and pushed his face between them. Katie squealed around his invading cock as he began to lick at her cunt. Joey groaned into her wet hole, forcing his tongue into her, and pleasuring her pussy as he raped her face.
While it took some time, Katie came before her stepfather did.
***
Four of Megan's friends chattered excitedly in the living room, while Katie stood by and swallowed two more pills for her headache. It was only one hour into the party, and the five young women had finished the pizza and gathered in the living room to watch Megan open some gifts.
"This party is going to be a little different," Megan said as she hefted the first of the wrapped presents. "Call it a reverse birthday."
"What's that?" blonde-headed Sandy asked.
Megan handed her the gift. "It means that I got presents for all of you, instead!"
"For real?" asked Mindy, a slim brunette.
"No way," said red-headed Lucy.
"Girl, that's the tits," said Laurie, and everyone had a laugh.
Megan passed gifts around for each of them. "Now before you open them," she said, "keep in mind that we're all adults. So, I thought the gifts should fit the theme. They might be just a touch naughty."
The resulting squeals and giggles made Katie rub her temples and contemplate the morality of simply leaving Megan to her fate. Unfortunately, she couldn't. Megan might be as smart as a cotton ball, but she was still her sister. Their mother had no interest in caring for them, and that wasn't Megan's fault. No. It was Katie's responsibility, no matter how revolting, to do what she had to do to keep Joey from abusing her sister.
Sandy unwrapped her gift, and another chorus of squealing and giggling accompanied it as she showed off a pink rabbit vibrator.
"I have one like that," Lucy said. "It's the best!"
Mindy tore open the paper on her gift, which contained a set of gag bondage equipment, including plastic handcuffs, a red gag ball, a fuzzy blindfold, and a flimsy paddle.
"Oh, my God!" Sandy said. "Now you definitely need to hook up with Chris Watson! I would so let him cuff me."
The giggles that ensued would haunt Katie's dreams for years.
Lucy unwrapped a card game called "Girls' Night In". Laurie's gift resulted in more squealing, as she showed off her "Bad Girl Starter Kit". The set contained five pairs of edible panties, a bottle of cheap massage oil, some "pheromone perfume" and a light-up butt plug.
When the girls finished opening their gifts, Mindy asked, "You're really not opening any presents?"
"Just having you guys here is the only gift I need," Megan said.
Katie suppressed the urge to vomit up her pizza.
"And Joey got me a whole bunch of other stuff to open through the week," Megan added with a giggle.
"He's so cool," Mindy said.
"Best stepdad ever," Lucy agreed.
"I'd like to call him Daddy," Laurie said, and all the girls giggled over it.
Katie flashed back to only hours ago, as Daddy fucked her throat and shoved his tongue up her twat.
"We should totally play this," Lucy said, holding up her game.
"Duh," Megan said. "Katie, come play!"
Katie looked away from her phone screen, and considered declining, but thought better of it. Playing a stupid game would probably be better than dwelling on the memory of being choked with Joey's cock. As she sat down, all the girls clapped and squealed.
"Your pajamas are super cute, Katie," Laurie said.
"Thanks."
Katie did not think the pajamas were super cute. In fact, they were disgusting, which was no doubt why Joey had convinced Megan to give them to Katie as her gift. It was not that the pajamas were overtly revealing. They offered fair coverage in fact. However, the top was low cut, the size was too small, and across the chest were the words, "Why Don't You Make Me?" This in itself was bad enough. Written across the crotch of the pajama shorts, though, was the word, "Brat" in sparkly pink letters.
While Lucy tore open the packaging and pulled out the contents, Megan asked, "So, how do we play?"
Lucy read over the instructions and said, "Easy. Just do whatever's on the cards."
The cards were divided into two packs. One of the packs read, "Good Girls," while the second read, "Bad Girls."
"Which one?" Lucy asked, holding up the decks.
"Obviously," Megan said, pointing at the Bad Girls deck.
Katie rolled her eyes at the giggles. Lucy set the other deck aside and laid out the Bad Girls deck.
"We have to roll the dice to see who goes first," she said, holding up a numbered die.
"What's the other one for?" Laurie asked.
Lucy showed the second die, which showed sexual positions on each face. "Guess we'll find out."
The resulting rolls gave Mindy the first draw. She picked up the card.
"Cup size comparison," she read. "Compare your cup size to the rest of the group. The largest size is deemed the 'loser'. The loser must remove their bra. Until the end of the game, the loser may no longer be referred to by name. Instead, they must be referred to by a derogatory term for breasts. Any player who repeats a previously used term must also remove their bra. Any subsequent slip-ups result in losing another article of clothing."
"Oh, my God!" Lucy said. "That's dirty."
"And it's only the first card," Mindy said, setting her card aside.
Megan looked at her sister and said, "I think it's pretty obvious who the loser is going to be."
Katie blushed. Of course, Megan was right. Her breasts were obviously larger than everyone else's.
"We should still go around," Katie said, to delay her humiliation.
Everyone looked at Mindy, who had drawn the card. "34B."
"36C," said Lucy.
"34C," Sandy said.
"32A," Laurie whispered.
"34D," Megan said proudly.
Everyone looked at Katie.
"40DD," she said.
"Loser!" Megan cried, and all her friends clapped.
Katie tucked her arms into her top, worked off her bra, and pulled it out. Megan took it from her hand and held it up like a trophy.
"I now proclaim you Tits McGee!" she said.
"Whatever. Draw the next card," Katie said.
"You had the second highest roll… Jugs," Laurie said. "Your draw."
Katie drew the card. "Panty Pile," she read. "Each player leaves the room and removes their underwear, placing it in a communal box. Once all players have removed their underwear, the contents of the box are dumped in front of the group. The player with the sluttiest underwear is deemed the loser and is no longer allowed underwear for the rest of the game."
"Oh, wow!" Laurie said. "This will be telling."
"How so?" Mindy asked.
"Well, obviously, the girl who wears slutty panties to an all-girl sleepover is totally bi or something."
Everyone but Katie laughed. This was not because Katie was bisexual, however. It was because Katie knew she had to be wearing the sluttiest panties. They were part of the pajama set. Only she never imagined she'd be showing them to anyone but Joey, who insisted she put them on for him after he'd finished fucking her throat.
"I'll go first," Megan said, retrieving one of the empty gift boxes. She placed it on the coffee table.
"After you take them off," she said, "hide them in your fist and drop them in so no one can cheat."
She left the room, returning a moment later and dropping her panties in the box. One by one, each girl did the same until Katie added hers last. Then Megan took the box and dumped the panties on the floor.
She held up a lacey white thong and said, "These look pretty slutty!"
"Oh, no," Laurie said. "These for sure."
She held up a black set of string, which had only a patch of cloth to cover the wearer's mound. Across the crotch were the words, "Spank me, Daddy."
Everyone looked at Katie, who blushed furiously.
"Wow, Melons!" Lucy said. "You're like a total slut!"
"I am not," Katie said. "They were part of the pajamas."
"Whatever you say, Fun Bags," Mindy said and laughed.
"Everyone else can put their panties back on," Megan said. "Except for Knockers."
Each girl retrieved their underwear, departed to put them back on, and rejoined the circle. Katie's panties, however, remained on the floor.
"Your turn, Megan," Lucy said.
Megan picked up a card. "Erotic Photography," she read. "One player is selected, by the lowest roll of the die, as the 'subject' of an erotic photo shoot. The other players coach the subject into a lewd position and take a photo. During the photo shoot, the other players must leave the room in order to allow the photographer and subject professional courtesy. Once the photographers have finished, the photos are shown to the group, who will judge which photo is the most provocative. Photos may not feature outright nudity but can simulate a sexual act. The subject is immune from the next round of play."
Megan rolled the die first, landing a six. The others followed, with Laurie rolling a two, and Katie finally rolling a one.
"No way!" she cried. "This game is so rigged!"
"No crying about it… Cock Pillows," Megan said. "Rules are rules!"
"I'm not letting you take naked pictures of me," Katie said.
"They can't be naked," Laurie reminded her.
"Come on, Tits," Mindy urged. "It's just a little fun."
"Tits!" Megan said. "I used that one already!"
"You said Tits McGee," Mindy argued. "It's not the same thing."
"Close enough," Laurie said.
"Close enough," Lucy agreed.
"Close enough," said Sandy.
"Close enough," Megan agreed. "Votes are in and you. Are. The. Loser!"
"Fine," Mindy muttered, pulled her arms into her shirt, and unsnapped her bra.
She wiggled out of it and dropped it on the floor as her friends cheered.
"Megan rolled highest," Sandy said, "so she gets to be the photographer first."
The other girls left the room, leaving Katie and Megan alone.
"Come on, Megs," Katie whined. "We don't have to do this. It's stupid."
"This is fun!" Megan said. "It's just a silly picture."
Katie fumed, saying, "Fine. Just nothing too gross."
Megan considered the scene, phone in her hand. "Okay. Sit on the coffee table. Good. Now spread your legs. Take this," and she handed Katie the rabbit vibrator. "Push it down between your boobs, and like suck on the head of it."
"Seriously?" Katie whined.
"I want to win. Now do it, Jigglies!"
"Jesus Christ. You have no idea the shit I do for you," Katie grumbled.
She pushed the toy between her tits, craned her neck awkwardly, and put her lips around the tip.
"Hold that," Megan said. She snapped her photo.
"Next!" she called and left the room.
Each of the girls put Katie into a lewd position and took their photo, then sat in the circle and presented the results. In Sandy's photo, Katie lay on her back, cupping her tits and sticking out her tongue. In Laurie's, Katie was prostrate, with her ass in the air and legs apart. Lucy had Katie raise her shirt and cup her tits while spreading her legs and sticking out her tongue. Mindy's photo showed Katie sitting on the couch, with one hand down her shorts and another up her shirt, blushing and embarrassed.
After some consideration, it was decided that Megan's photo was the winner.
"You look like a real sword swallower, Hooters," Laurie said.
"Ha ha," Katie said. "Is this game over yet?"
"We haven't even gone a full round," Megan said.
"I don't want to play anymore," Katie said.
"It's just some fun," Lucy said.
"You guys deleted those photos, right?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Right?" Katie said again.
"Not yet," Lucy said.
"Do it," Katie said.
"Wait!" Megan shouted. "Wait. Let's agree to delete them if Ka—if, um… Cans keeps on playing until we're through."
"But—"
"Yeah!" Lucy agreed. "Just until the game is over. So, she can't back out."
"Or we'll post the photos online," Megan said.
"What? No!" Katie snapped.
"Then just play the game," Megan said.
"That isn't fair," Katie said. "The card says you're supposed to delete the pictures."
"Is it the card's birthday?" Megan asked.
Laurie drew the next card and said, "This card says The Spank Bank."
Everyone fell silent as Laurie read, "Each player tells a story of the naughtiest thing they've done, and the group decides whose story is the naughtiest. That player receives a spanking from each of the other players and has to act out their story."
"Just for fun," Megan said, "I think we make it a pants-down spanking."
"I'm not wearing any panties," Katie protested.
"Who says you're the one with the naughtiest story?" Mandy asked.
"Well, we already know Honkers is the biggest slut here," Lucy said.
"I am not," Katie argued.
"Just the one with the sluttiest panties," Laurie said.
"I already told you—"
"They were part of the pajamas," Laurie said. "It didn't mean you had to wear them. You could have put on something else. But you chose to wear slutty panties."
"Why don't you go first, Bazongas," Lucy suggested. "I doubt any of us are going to top your story."
"But I'm immune for this round," Katie reminded them.
"Yeah, I'm calling birthday veto on that rule," Megan said.
"But—"
Megan held up her phone and showed Katie the photo she'd taken.
"The internet is a tap away," she said.
Katie fumed. She wasn't a slut. Aside from being sexually abused by Joey, Katie's experience amounted to two blowjobs, two handjobs, and an underwhelming loss of her virginity to Parker Trelt on prom night.
"How are we going to know if she's lying?" Mindy asked.
"We get confirmation, obviously," Megan suggested.
"What?" Katie snapped.
"Yeah," Lucy agreed. "You tell us your story, and then we'll call the guy up and ask if it's true."
"That isn't fair!" Katie whined. "What if you guys are lying?"
"Well, if anyone has a sluttier story than yours, we can call their partner, too," Mindy said. "It's only fair."
"Well, I'm a virgin," Megan said. "So, there's not much to tell. Sometimes I play with myself."
That brought a round of giggles before Laurie asked, "Okay, but what do you rub your cunny to?"
Megan shrugged and said, "Older guys. Like hot dads."
"Like Joey?" Lucy asked, laughing. A chorus of "Ooohs," followed.
"Anyway, we're supposed to hear about Udders' slutty story first."
Everyone looked at Katie.
"I—"
"Spit it out, Boulders," Lucy said.
"Bet she's never heard that before," Mindy said, and everyone laughed again.
Everyone except Katie, who wrung her hands.
"I— Well, I did it on prom night with Parker Trelt. But that was the only time," she admitted.
"Did it how? Where?" Lucy pressed. "What position? Did you just do it or did you like suck him off first?"
"I… I sucked it a little bit first," Katie said. "And then I tried to ride him in the back of his car but it was too small. So we did it doggy."
"Did he do it inside you?" Megan asked, cackling.
Katie shook her head.
"Condoms?" Laurie asked.
Katie shook her head again and sniffled.
"Oh, shit!" Mindy said.
"Wow," said Sandy. "Bareback! You really are a slut, Tatas!"
Katie wiped at her eyes and said, "I am not!"
"Call him," Megan said. "Corroborate the story!"
"You don't have to," Katie whined. "It's true."
"I want to hear it from the horse's mouth," Lucy said. "Where's your phone?"
"I have his number," Laurie said. "He's friends with my brother."
"Please don't!" Katie pleaded. "I'm not lying!"
"Dialing," Laurie said.
Everyone fell silent. Katie felt faint. How had this stupid game gotten so out of hand?
"Hello?" Laurie said. "Is this Parker? Hey! This is Laurie. Yeah, Chris's sister. Hey! I just have a question for you. I'm gonna put you on speaker." She tapped the screen. "So, we're having a party tonight and, do you remember Katie Preston?"
"Yeah," Parker said.
"Well, we just heard that you did it with Katie on Prom night. Is that true?"
Parker laughed and said, "Um, yeah?"
"Katie says she sucked your dick, then she tried to ride it but the car was too small, so you did her doggy. Is that how it happened?"
"Um, pretty much. Why?"
All the girls shrieked.
"Okay. Thanks, Parker!" Laurie said.
"Wait!" Lucy said. "Parker?"
"Yeah?"
"On a scale of one to ten, how good was it?"
"How good was it?" Parker said.
"Yeah. How good a lay was she?"
Katie covered her face in shame.
"I don't know. I guess like a five. She's got a great rack but she wasn't very good at sucking dick."
The girls burst into howls as Laurie hung up the phone. Katie began to cry and said, "I don't want to play anymore!"
"Well, tough titties, Fiver," Lucy said. "Anyone got a sluttier story than Princess Can't-Suck-a-Dick?"
"Oh, like you're the queen of BJs," Megan said, putting her arm around Katie. "It's okay, Wangers. We're just having a little fun."
"This isn't fun," Katie said.
"Pull the next card," Megan said.
"Wait! We each have to spank her," Mindy said. "And then she has to act it out."
Katie looked at her sister for help. Megan hesitated only a moment before she gave in to peer pressure and said, "Right. Go bend over the table."
Sniffling, Katie stood up and bent over the coffee table.
"Pants down," Laurie said.
Mindy tugged Katie's pants down, exposing her naked twat to the room.
"She's totally shaved," Lucy said.
"Obviously," Sandy said. "What guy wants to doggystyle a bushy slut?"
"Who goes first?" Laurie asked.
"Birthday girl," Lucy suggested.
"Not too hard," Katie whined.
Megan drew back her hand. The front door opened. Everyone froze. Carrying their comatose mother on his shoulder, Joey stepped through the doorway.
"What in the world is going on here?" he asked, looking at Katie's bare ass.
Katie scrabbled for her pants.
"Don't you dare, young lady!" Joey shouted.
"You're lucky your mother had a few too many. You stay right where you are. I'm putting her in bed and I'll come back and deal with this."
He trudged through the room, staring each girl down. Laurie and Mindy began to cry.
"Busted," Lucy whispered.
"We're so fucked," Sandy said.
"Anyone care to explain why Katie has no pants, no panties, and she was bent over the table showing the lot of you her bare vagina?"
The girls looked at one another and then Lucy said, "It was Katie's idea."
"Yeah," Mindy agreed. "She wanted to play this game."
Laurie nudged the deck of cards with her toe.
"It wasn't my idea!" Katie shouted. "I didn't even want to play!"
"Megan," Joey said. "Was this Katie's idea?"
Everyone looked at Megan.
"Well—" Megan said, glancing at her sister, winced, and said, "Yeah. But we were just having some fun."
Joey picked up one of the cards and said, "Fun? Is this the game you bought at the store today?"
"Yes?" Megan answered.
"And whose idea was it to buy these gifts for your friends?" Joey asked.
Megan looked at Katie.
"But—"
"Katie," Joey said. "I'm so disappointed. You're supposed to be the adult here tonight. You're supposed to be showing these young ladies how to have a quiet night in, enjoy a little girls' night fun, and do it safely. Instead, I come home to find you bare-assed, bent over the coffee table, showing them your… your cunt!"
Everyone gasped. Katie sobbed harder. Joey read the card again, then leaned down and picked up Katie's panties.
"I assume these are yours?" he asked.
Of course, they were. Joey knew it. He'd made her wear them. Katie nodded.
"Spank me, Daddy? Is that what you're trying to teach these young ladies? To act like… like perverts and sluts?"
"No!" Katie shouted. "No! I didn't!"
"You girls, stand over there. Katie, you bend right back over that table. If you need a spanking so bad, I'll give you one."
"But I don't!" Katie cried.
Megan and her friends stood to the side, wide-eyed, as Joey drew back his hand.
"You bend over that table, Katie," he said.
Katie turned and bent over the table. Joey drew back his hand further and landed a hard smack on Katie's ass.
"Ow!" she cried.
"One for each of these girls you exposed yourself to," Joey said and spanked her other cheek.
"Ow! Please! I didn't—"
Whack!
"I'm sorry you girls have to see this," Joey said and slapped Katie's ass a fourth time. "but naughty girls need to be disciplined."
He drew back for his final whack, which landed squarely on Katie's cunt.
"Ow! Ow!" she shrieked.
Stunned as they were by what was happening, no one thought to question Joey's hand lingering on Katie's pussy, nor his finger probing her hole. When he drew his hand back again, however, he examined it.
"Jesus, Katie," he said. "And now you're aroused? From that?"
Katie, bawling, shook her head.
"I want you to apologize to these girls for showing them your naked twat," Joey said.
Katie lifted her head and said, "I'm… I'm sorry!"
"For?" Joey prompted.
"For showing you… my naked twat."
Joey yanked her up and hugged her, stroking her hair.
"Now, now," he said. "It's okay. No more tears, honey. It's just a little spanking."
Katie was so confused. Had Joey ever shown any sort of affection? What was happening here? Then Joey's hand crept down her back. With his back to the group of girls, they couldn't see him cup Katie's ass in his hand and squeeze. They also couldn't hear him as he lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.
"Are you ready for Daddy to fuck this pussy yet?"
***
Katie spent a miserable night catching periodic moments of rest, only to awaken suddenly at the slightest sound, convinced Joey was going to come into the room and take what he wanted. Having a houseful of barely legal women, however, seemed to have put him off for one more night. It was only a small comfort.
As she tried to get back to sleep, her mind turned to the evening's events; most notably, Megan's behavior. Here, Katie was enduring Joey's foul treatment and abuse in the hopes that he wouldn't turn his lecherous paws on Megan and take her innocence. However, Joey's constant spoiling and favoritism was turning Megan into a brat of the worst kind.
Her sister, emboldened by Joey's preferential treatment, being called a princess, and treated like one had begun to warp Megan's mind. Where she was once a shy and sweet, albeit ditzy little sister, something was happening to her. She'd proven it with her mean streak in front of her friends. The dirty game had given her a tiny bit of power, and having the photos to hold over Katie's head had only served to make her realize she could use that power to make someone else do what she wanted. In this case, Katie, and what Megan wanted was for her friends to be entertained. That entertainment had come at Katie's expense.
Joey's reaction to Katie's "misbehavior" had done exactly what Joey wanted it to, as well. It had humiliated Katie, stripping away another piece of her perceived authority as an older sister, and bringing her down to the level of another naughty child. Now Megan viewed her, not so much as a figure of authority, but as just another scared little girl, whom Joey had authority over.
It didn't matter that Katie had a job and managed most of her own expenses. To Megan, Katie was no better than her. But it was even worse than that. Joey's humiliation had also shown Megan something else, something that Katie had even denied acknowledging. It was something that was far too terrible to admit, but she had to.
On some level, subconsciously perhaps, there was some part of her that actually enjoyed what Joey was doing. Even though she feared it, was disgusted by it, and hated it as it was happening, some little dark piece of her was excited by it. Her traitorous wet pussy proved it.
Worse still, when she'd met Megan's eye, as Joey spanked her in front of Megan's friends, she'd seen that same excitement mirrored on her sister's face. Megan had been afraid, yes, but Megan had also been excited. She'd been excited watching Katie being abused and humiliated. Even now, she imagined Megan down the hall, surrounded by her friends, quietly rubbing her cunt as she replayed Katie's shame in her mind.
Even knowing this, however, Katie still could not convince herself to abandon Megan. It wasn't Megan's fault. It was Joey's. He was the monster, manipulating them all for his perverse amusement. The longer she stayed here, the more she fought him and denied him what he wanted, the worse it would become. Ultimately, he would either fuck her or he would fuck Megan. That was the sad reality.
Now Katie simply had to make a choice. Well, perhaps not simply. Still, it was a choice. Would she sacrifice Megan to save herself or would she give in, let Joey win, and sacrifice herself for her sister? It was a choice she still hadn't made when she fell asleep again.
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