Amber has you tied. A series of red silk ropes crisscross your body. Your wrists are pressed together, securely fastened to the headboard behind your head. Your calves are folded underneath your thighs. Loops of rope around your knobby knees keep your legs held in this awkwardly bowed shape, the edges of your soles touching so that your feet form a V. Where the rope cuts across your chest, it pinches your tits from top and bottom, making them bulge a bit and bruise a purplish blue. The rope is tied like a harness around your tummy, waist, and crotch, accentuating your belly and your naked, dripping pussy. Your cunt is visible at the center of a lozenge-shaped window that wraps around your butt. This portion of the rope is especially tight, leaving crimson welts almost the same shade as the silk fibers themselves. The rope's constrictive bite is at its worst here where it cruelly presses down on the puffy mound of your mons pubis. It still takes you by surprise how badly silk can hurt, properly applied. It makes you fucking wet.
You writhe a little to test the tightness of your bondage. You can hardly so much as wriggle your fingers. Amber's been practicing her knot tying skills. This isn't some amateur rushjob you could break out of if you wanted to end the roleplay. She's got you trapped. And as long as she wants to keep you here, you're at her whim.
Amber did herself, too. Her shibari is decorative rather than functional -- she can move freely about. The rope encircles her tits tightly enough to squeeze them and make them look bigger without hurting her. It wraps in an X around her arms and collarbone, and forms a sort of corset around her midsection. There's double helix down the center of the rope corset's front. One of the helix's loops opens wider than the rest, to show off her belly button. Amber isn't totally nude -- she also has on a pink micro miniskirt -- but aside from the large steel buckle in front and some steel rivet eyes down the skirt's too-brief side, the thing is completely transparent, and does nothing to hide her pussy. Nor, too, does the pair of black fishnet tights she has on. One week on, her henna womb tattoo is still a vibrant opalescent Tyrian purple. Between these two points of interest, her twat and her tattoo, lies a tuft of pubic hair she recently grew in. It isn't the fiery ginger of her head hair, but a deep russet.
She has the mien of a born dominatrix, all scowls and sneers as she watches you struggle uselessly against your bindings. Climbing onto the bed on her knees, she approaches you with a predator's slow deliberate slinking. Fear courses electrically through your gut and tingles in your limbs. Amber presses down on either of your knees, testing the give of the rope, and comes away satisfied at her handiwork. Luxuriously she gets down on all fours, like a cat stretching after a nap.
She grips your ankles. She buries her face between the soles of your feet.
"Amber..." you whine, ticklish there, and embarrassed.
"God you stink," she says. "Nasty slut. I love it."
You wiggle your toes as she huffs and enjoys your smell. This behavior is new. You wonder how Winter would react if she ever saw this. But Amber doesn't linger here. She drags her face across one of your bound legs, up to your knee and back towards your quivering pussy. Her elfin nose rests between the folds of your labia. She smells you here, too, while you're powerless to stop her. She mauls the globes of your ass with both her hands, pulling you harder against her. What she says next shocks even you:
"Pee on me."
"W-what?"
Her cerulean eyes meet your gaze and glimmer with obscene intent. "Pee in my face. Do it or I'll hurt you."
Do it or I'll hurt you. Another Winterism. Coincidence? You wonder.
You can't waste time on that. Mortified, but scared, you tighten your abs and try to force your bladder. You close your eyes in shame. You focus on flexing and unflexing your circulation-starved fingers, to avoid having to focus on the lewd act you've been coerced into. At first in a sputtering trickle, and then in a torrent you wouldn't be able to stem if you tried, your urine escapes and splashes your older sister. It gets all over her face and mats her hair, runs in streams down her neck to the mattress below your ass. The noise of it is almost lewder than the visual, the low hiss of the pouring piss, the hard pattering of it against Amber's skin. It feels disgusting, too. Being forced to lie here in a puddle of your own mess. Amber giggles like a little girl, enjoying the sensation of it, thrilled that you would do something even this degrading on command.
Towards the end, Amber's lips curl into an O and she catches the rest of it in her mouth. You watch intently. And although you're the one using her mouth as a urinal, somehow she's still the one in control. It sounds like bathwater pouring from a tub's faucet against cold porcelain. She doesn't drink it, though. She lets it pool, her pink tongue becoming slowly submerged in yellow, and by the time you finish, her mouth is nearly overflowing. Faintly, you even see a couple wafts of steam.
You only infer what's coming next when it's too late to say no. Pursing her lips, cheeks bulging like a chipmunk, she rises on her palms and gets her face directly over your own. And then, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, she lets your pee drizzle from her mouth, against your face, in a long, warm streamer. Your expression puckers, you wrench your eyes shut and wince, you shake your head from side to side, but the one thing you cannot do is get away. Amber spits your own urine back onto you and you have no way to stop it from happening. When she's all done, and your head is lying in a stinking puddle on your pillow almost as large as the one under your ass -- Amber keeps humiliation going by spitting a few wads of her saliva on you, too. The frothy spit commingles with the urine and slides down your skin in snail trails. You feel as beaten as if she had whipped you.
From the nightstand, Amber retrieves a collar. She affixes it around your neck and holds the accompanying leash with one hand. Getting back up on her knees, she straddles you. Like this, using the leash to keep herself steady even though it has the side effect of choking you horrendously, Amber touches cunnies with you. Her squishy pussy makes contact with yours, and your pussy juices mix. She's so horny from abusing you that her cunt lips are hot to the touch, and feel so nice sliding almost frictionlessly across yours. Amber hasn't exhausted all the nasty tricks in her repertoire, though. As she tribs with you, she pulls a felt-tipped sharpie from the nightstand, too. Uncapping it, she tries to make a mark on your belly -- but your sweat, piss, and cum cause the ink to streak and go all runny the moment she tries it. Huffing with frustration, she wipes her canvas clean with the first thing she finds, one of your stuffed animals, a threadbare Rilakkuma, and tosses the now-stained thing carelessly aside.
She tries again. This time it takes. She draws helpful arrows pointing at your cunt, with the phrases "RAPE HOLE" and "CUM INSIDE" scrawled above. Across your bruised tits, she writes "MEAT TOILET" in similar large block-lettering, and across your forehead, you're not sure, you can't see, but maybe something like SLUT. Returning to your belly, right where your womb would be, she doodles a bunch of little sperms fertilizing an egg -- a touch that makes your pussy twinge with new excitement.
You're so turned-on that you don't immediately recognize the significance of the photos she snaps. You actually enjoy it, being Amber's used-up tissue of a porn starlet. But as she plays with the phone, you feel that too-familiar lurch of fear, and stammer: "What... what are you doing?"
"Let's see how Mel and Snuggy Bear like the new look."
"Wait--!"
"Sorry. Too late." She smirks at you. "I invited them over."
Amber stands before your full-length mirror and primps her messy hair. Your frightened eyes follow her. "You didn't... what will -- Amber..." But she ignores you.
She was pleased with her own artistry, apparently, because now she's doing it to herself. With slightly worse penmanship, she writes phrases like "COCK SLEEVE" and "CUMDUMP" on her body, and "WHORE" across her forehead. She smiles at her degraded reflection. Beside her womb tattoo, she draws a spurting dick, balls and pubes and all. The arrows pointing to her gash and asshole say "FREE" and "BREED ME" to further entice the rapists she just invited into your home. In the mirror, she snaps a couple more selfies, and sends these off as well. Then she tosses her phone aside with the same carelessness as your plushie, to await the arrival of some cocks to fuck you raw.
"Did you forget that I'm under, like... EXTREME supervision?" You demand. "There's no way Mel and Talia can just come walking in without any suspicion!"
"Who's home right now?" Amber asks. A rhetorical question. She knows the answer.
"K-Mom."
"She'll let them in," Amber insists, smiling again at herself in the mirror.
"Amber--" you begin as she reapproaches the bed, but she cuts you off by sitting on your face.
"Shut the fuck up and eat me out, slut." She falls forward and latches her mouth to your cunt, too. You 69 for what feels like hours.
---
"They're up there."
Even with your ears being pressed by Amber's quaking thighs, you can hear K-Mom at the base of the stairs. And then, soon, the sound of footsteps.
"Thank you, Mrs. Keki," comes a voice you recognize: Amelia's.
"Yes, thank you." That would be Talia.
"Told you," Amber says over her shoulder. The smugness can't be contained.
You have no idea what excuse or just-so story the two of them told your Mom to be let inside the house. Maybe they didn't need any at all. K-Mom is well aware of what you get up to with Amelia, and probably isn't too shocked to find out that you've got yet another side chick besides her. Maybe she even likes it. Letting in older women to come fuck you. Maybe it gets her hot. Amber had her number. Your Mom is even more perverted than you imagined.
As the two of them come through your door, Amber looks up at them from between your legs. You can only imagine the self-satisfied grin.
Wordlessly, Amber unmounts you and the two women begin to disrobe. The look in their eyes is one of unabated hunger. Amelia peels away her blouse, Talia shimmies from her skirt. Amelia undoes her pants, Talia pulls off her tanktop. Soon the pair are fully nude. Side by side they cut quite the contrast. Talia is a small person, shorter in fact than you, which has always served to make her cock seem even bigger than it actually is. But compared with the much taller, much fuller-bodied, and *much* better endowed Amelia, she seems like a kid. Amelia's horsecock is like nothing you've ever seen, all veiny and throbby, the angry red head still partially covered by foreskin, its girth somehow increasing midway down the shaft so that it's bulbous, almost alien. Talia's dick is smooth and pale, almost (yes) feminine, somewhat slender for its impressive length, and of a diameter that hardly changes from base to tip. Whereas Amelia's cock is so meaty and heavy that even hard it angles down towards the Earth, Talia's erection points straight up at the ceiling, parallel to her taut tummy. Amelia's balls are pendulous, pube-covered. Talia's balls are small, smooth, and tight.
Talia moves first. Swiftly she climbs onto the bed and gets in front of your pussy, ready to mount you. But as you brace for that wonderful moment of penetration -- Amelia hauls her back.
"Hey!" Talia calls, the most emotion you've ever heard from her.
Amelia gets on the bed with her, belly-to-belly -- cock-to-cock.
"Mine's bigger," Amelia says teasingly. "So naturally, I get first pick."
Talia can't dispute the basic geometry of Amelia's argument. Hers is smaller. In fact, it strikes you that the disparity in the height and build of these women is mirrored by the disparity of their members. Talia's shorter, skinnier cock is dwarfed by Amelia's tall, fat cuntbuster of a cock -- to roughly the same degree Amelia dwarfs Talia overall. Talia, humiliated by this clearly losing comparison, murmurs without forming words, and stares hard at that sight, of her outmatched shaft straining against Amelia's.
"If you're nice, I'll let you have her once I'm done," Amelia promises.
Amber licks her lips, as, staring at Talia, she takes a seat in your computer chair. Hiking her ankles up, one on each armrest, her transparent skirt flipping up from the motion of it, she says: "Come here, Snuggy Bear. You can get off inside me."
Talia is happy with this consolation prize. On one condition. "Wes doesn't like using protection. She lets me cum inside her. You're fine with letting me fuck you raw too, right?"
Amber pats her pussy with the pressed-together fingers of one hand. "Of course. Squirt inside me as much as you like."
Talia stands in front of the chair, holds Amber by the shoulders, and--
"You really stink."
Amelia's voice draws your attention away from the imminent mating of Talia and Amber. She grips the base of her dick and uses it to slap your defenseless pussy. It makes a wet noise, and sends droplets flying. Your clit stings.
"I've... been told..." you say.
"Did you pee yourself, Wesley?"
"Amber made me."
"You can't blame Amber for your messes. When we finish barebacking you, you'll have to clean it up. Understand?"
You nod.
Amelia juts her hips forward, lining her cock up with your belly. Its oozing tip smudges Amber's drawing of a freshly fertilized egg. "Look at that. Do you see how deep I'll be inside you?"
Eyes locked on her veiny cock that's halfway to your ribcage, you nod again, and feel yourself begin to tremble like a bird.
"I'll be having sex with your womb. Just like you want." She runs the pad of her thumb across the doodle, making it even more blurred. Her voice is warm, almost motherly, as she tells you: "You're going to be my breeding hole."
She gets on her haunches. It's an almost froglike pose to match your own, only rotated 90 degrees: calves folded under thighs, feet planted firmly on the bedspread and pointing in nearly opposite directions. Just like this, and without any further warning, she penetrates you.
She forsakes the leash around your neck, leaving it strewn across your heaving chest, to instead hold you underneath each of your knees. This gives her much firmer leverage, and she uses it to get as deep inside you as she possibly can. This is no exaggeration. She sinks in, inch by agonizing inch, chewing her lower lip in delirious pleasure, and when her balls as last come to a rest against your ass, when you feel the swollen head of her cock push well past the battered ring of your cervix and into your uterus, where it throbs and bruises you from the inside -- you know she really is as far as she can physically go. This position, with your tied-open legs, and her angle on your naked cunt, lets her achieve the absolutely maximal depth. Amelia has you in a mating press, fucking you in parts you didn't know you had.
The way she throws her head back, and her sighing "ahhhhh~" of sheer relief, are enough to make your heart flutter. When, looking back down at you, she says: "Wesley, your pussy feels so good," you're proud that you make such a suitable cumdump breeding hole for Amelia van der Boom.
And then she begins to fuck you in earnest. And as polite as her words were, her jackhammer thrusting is anything but. She ravages your tiny body without compunction or restraint. She did, after all, give you fair enough warning that she intended to have sex with your womb -- so she does. Grunting, drooling, biting her lips, rolling her eyes, she humps you, gripped by the temporary insanity that overcomes her when her cock gets hard. Amelia is hardly herself right now, but a demon in her form, succubus and incubus all in one, rutting with a single-minded focus on the need to breed. She's going to fuck you full of her smelly, fertile cum. Then and only then will she come back to her senses.
The room stinks of sex, of cock and cunt and sweat. It fills your head and makes your mind go blank. The wet slapping of Amelia's cock inside your body, raping you to your very core, is off-rhythm to the equally vicious plap-plap-plap of Amber getting fucked balls-deep up her underage pussy by one of your schoolteachers. Talia, like Amelia, has an equally single-minded need to ejaculate inside a fresh young hole, regardless of any risks or taboos involved. Amber encourages her, happy to get bred: "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she chants in a singsong voice, higher pitched than normal, really playing up her too-young age.
Between the shibari and the lewd bodywriting and the way you wagged your hips for them -- you and your sister have managed to make these women cut loose on you in a way you never dreamed of. They're using you like a couple of cheap street whores, dirty, disposable, nearly worthless holes for stroking cocks.
K-Mom can surely hear this wild mating session. You're aware of this fact, but only distantly, and you do nothing to change it. You're too distracted by the futanari cock pounding you to care about something so trivial.
When Amelia's thrusts become slower yet more forceful, you can tell that she's trying to savor the last few moments before she blows her load in you. Sweat pearls on her tits and her paunch, and her neck muscles tighten from the exertion of trying to stave off orgasm. You take advantage of what meager freedom you have: you tighten and untighten your pussy in a steady rhythm -- milking her cock off inside you.
"Wes-- Wes... oh fuuuuuck," she sighs, unable to withstand this new, unexpected, tantric pleasure.
Amelia cums. But she doesn't stop fucking you as she blasts rope after rope into your body. Her cock squelches inside you, so loud and resonant it almost sounds like quacking. The noise of her messy ejaculation bounces off the walls. Amelia fills you with her steamy ball milk until you overflow and leak her sperm down your ass. She jizzes in you as thoughtlessly as she would inside a tissue. But she's full of praise for a meat urinal like you: "good girl... good girl... take my cum... oh, you feel so nice inside..."
Dizzy from taking such a massive load of spunk, you only barely register the sight of Amber, slightly reclining in your computer chair, fishnets ripped, skirt soiled, red shibari stained white -- leaking Talia's cock cream in much the same way. It puddles around her ass as Talia steps back. Panting, smiling, Amber reaches down and plays her fingers through the sloppy aftermath. "You cum so much, Snuggy Bear..." she marvels. "Wow..."
Talia glances at Amelia. Amelia glances at Talia. They nod at one another. "Switch?" Amelia asks. "Switch," Talia confirms.
Now Talia is in front of you. Unlike Amelia, she isn't shy about using the leash you're tethered to. She takes it in hand, wrapping it a couple times around her knuckles -- and then gives it a good yank. You gasp at the sudden loss of oxygen.
"Thank you for inviting me over," she says. And then she sinks her cock into you.
You can feel yourself going blue in the face as Talia violates your already spoiled pussy. Her dick slides in and out through the mess Amelia left behind. The extra lubrication just drives her to fuck you deeper and harder. She may not have the one-in-a-million cock that Amelia was blessed with, but she's still pretty fucking big, especially for a girl as slight as you. And the merciless way she wields her fuckmeat makes it painful. In the best way possible. You feel like she's gonna split you open.
"Unh -- unh -- unh," Amber grunts. You glance to your side. Amelia has her hoisted up and is fucking her standing. With arms looped under Amber's knees, Amelia supports her entire weight as she fucks her from behind. Strands of cum whip around and go flying in all directions from Amber's gooey cunt. Amber's expression is completely vacant. Her eyes are rolled back and her tongue is lolling. She's gone, totally gone -- lights on, nobody home. Amelia has a downright sadistic grin as she uses the young girl's body for a stress relief onahole.
But it's hard to stay cognizant yourself, as the lack of air makes you grow increasingly lightheaded, and spots develop in your peripheral vision. "You're... choking me..." you say, voice croaking.
"I am," Talia agrees, as if you were making small talk about the weather. She lets out a long, loud sigh. She settles her weight a little more fully atop you. Like this, she starts to really screw you. Talia's droopy, drooly fuckface is on full display as she basks in the warm folds and crevices of your cunt. Her flat, sweaty chest to yours, raking her raw cock in and out, she surrenders to her own pleasure and fucks herself into sweet oblivion. You feel yourself beginning to pass out, and stop fighting against it. If Talia wants to fuck you unconscious, you'll let her.
Amelia has another squelchy orgasm inside your sister. How nice for Amber... she's so lucky...
Your vision is getting really spotty now. Time passes weirdly. One second Amber's getting creamed, the next you notice her crumpled on the floor, and you think you can see Amelia's cum-dripping cock peeing on her. In another seeming instant, Amber is on her knees, sucking Amelia's cockhead like it's a lollipop. Another instant, and then you feel a presence beside you, a depression in the mattress. Glancing the other way you see K-Mom sitting beside you, fully nude, one hand against her pussy, the other against your forehead.
"Mommy..." you sigh.
"God. You really are a slut."
Talia hands her the leash. K-Mom holds it for her so that she can wrap her arms around your back and hug you while she spunks you deep inside. Her torso seems to be stock still, with only her hips moving in a rapid, slapping piston motion. Her rumbling cock unloads and melds her sperm with Amelia's. You pass out again.
You wake up seconds or minutes later to Amelia cutting your wrists free of the headboard. They're still tied to one another, but at least you can move around. She gets you turned so that your face is pressed against the nasty mixture of fluids that had been trapped beneath your ass. You don't need any further prompting to begin licking it all up. Amelia mounts and fucks you slowly from behind as you swab your tongue around the bitter, pungent slime. Beside you, K-Mom spreads her ass open and allows Talia to fuck her butt. Amber, ever helpful, gives Talia some anal pleasure of her own -- first licking and then roughly fingering Talia's rear hole. Talia goes blank-faced and glassy-eyed at this dual attention, the way she always does, and Amber giggles at how easy it is to flip her switch.
Amelia holds you firmly, pinning your head top and bottom between her forearms as she fucks you. This is a lazier, more gentle, but no less lewd mating session, one you know will last a while before she blows her nuts. Smiling down at you, she says to Talia: "isn't this nice? We have a whole family of breeding holes to use." But Talia is lost in a sea of sexual ecstasy and doesn't respond. Amelia parts your hair from your face. "You're my favorite, though," she whispers, only for you.