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Subject: {ASSM} Sex Zombies part 4 (new) (M/FF, nc, mind control)
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SexZombies04

'This is not what I expected.' Debbie thought as she
entered the house where she had grown up and found
Mattie, her older sister, sitting on the couch,
dressed in her most conservative goody-two-shoes
women's business power suit; looking for all the world
like she had just arrived home from work.   Debbie
wasn't really sure what she had expected, but not
this.  Debbie would have been less surprised if she
had seen Mattie naked, or dressed in a slutty black
corset setting on the floor at Dan's feet.  Hiding her
disappointment Debbie leaned over and kissed her
sister affectionately on the cheek.

"God, I'm glad you're doing the cooking." Debbie said
as she walked over to Dan and leaned forward to give
him a closed-mouth kiss.   Mattie's cooking may not
have been famous, but it was definitely infamous.
Debbie's body stiffened momentarily when her ex-
brother-in-law, wrapping his left arm around her thin
waist, pulled her body up against his and, while
bringing their lips together and pushing his tongue
deep into her mouth, slipped his right hand under her
blouse to pinch her nipples until they crinkled in his
fingers.  'This is more like it.'  Debbie thought
after first tensing in surprise then relaxing and
letting her legs spread as Dan's hand moved from her
breasts down across her stomach then, slipping into
the front of her shorts, moved through her pubic hair
coming to rest on her hot wet slit.

"Time for dinner."  Dan announced after breaking of
the kiss and, with some reluctance, pulling his hand
from Debbie's crotch leaving his ex-sister-in-law
breathless as she blinked several times and looked
around the room in a state of confusion before
following Dan into the dinning room.

Mattie moved her hips in slow circles grinding the
flared end of her butt plug against the seat cushion.
Sitting on the couch Mattie felt the urgency of her
need rapidly multiplying as she watched her slut whore
sister trying to steal her daddy.  'Just like she's
been trying to do her whole life.' Mattie thought as
anger swept over her.  Mattie's sweet loving
expression masked the volcanic rage that fueled her
skyrocketing sexual excitement as her daddy-stealing
whore-sister threw herself at the man Mattie now
considered to be her daddy.  Mattie's anger towards
her sister, just like the anger she felt for her ex-
husband, was transformed by her 'prime directive' into
insatiable lust. Mattie sat on the couch, leaning
slightly forward, gripping the cushion on each side of
her legs so hard her knuckles turned white, and rocked
back and forth with increasing concentration while she
moved her legs alternately an inch or two up and down
trying to rub her swollen, still burning pussy lips
between her thighs.  Her movements became more and
more frenetic as Mattie imagined what her slut, daddy
stealing, little sister was doing in the kitchen with
her ex-husband.  Sweat was forming on her forehead
when Dan finally stepped to the door of the room.

"Stop what you're doing," Dan instructed his ex-wife,
with an irritating smirk on his face, "and join us at
the table for dinner."  Mattie rocked her hips to push
the butt plug against the seat cushion one last time
before she stood up to walk across the room to where
her wonderful daddy waited to escort her to the dinner
table. As she walked a small voice, buried deep in her
mind and almost drowned by screams of the programmed
voices telling her how much she adored this man, could
still be heard.  Undulating her way across the room,
making every effort to sexually arouse her daddy the
voice reminded Mattie that this was not her 'daddy'
she was now lewdly rubbing her overly excited body
against but was her ex-husband who she hated more
intensely with every passing second.

"Please, daddy," Mattie begged with an exaggerated
little-girl pout as she tried to rub her crotch
against Dan's leg, "let me cum.  I need to cum so bad
it hurts."

"You know the rules."  Dan said as he moved his leg,
leaving his ex-wife trying to rub herself lewdly
against nothing but air.  "Not till after your after-
dinner sex show."  Dan finished as he turned to walk
back into the dinning room.  Mattie followed her ex-
husband with an even more exaggerated pout on her
face.  Dan held the chair while his ex-wife seated
herself.

"Smells good."  Mattie observed as she picked up her
fork.  The only thing she really missed from their
marriage was her ex-husbands cooking.

"Come on," Debbie said as she lifted the first bite of
food to her mouth,  "you two are playing a joke on
me."

"What do you mean?" Dan asked innocently as he took
his first bite of food.

"This thing about Mattie being your sex slave."
Debbie elaborated.

"Are you my sex slave?"  Dan asked his ex-wife.

"Yes."  Mattie answered simply and honestly as she had
been programmed to do.

"Are you now my personal fuck toy?"  Dan asked.

"Yes I am." Mattie answered again.  "I am your
personal fuck toy."  Only Dan knew that the careful
programming he had administered, preparing Mattie for
this meal, kept her setting in her chair; seemingly
calm with a gentle smile on her face as she ate her
dinner and answered her ex-husband's questions.

"Why are you my fuck toy?"  Dan asked her after eating
another bite of food.

"Because you drugged me."  Mattie replied around the
bite she was chewing.

"Naah," Debbie broke in, "no way."

"Next to me," Dan asked turning to face his ex-sister-
in-law, "what man in this city does your sister
dislike more than any other?"

"That," Debbie answered after no more than a few
seconds thought,  "would have to be Eddie."

"Mattie," Dan said turning back toward his ex-wife,
"tell your sister what you and Eddie did up in his
office in the grocery store."

"We fuc..." Mattie started.

"Tell us all about it."  Dan interrupted.

"As soon as we were out of site," Mattie started her
expanded answer, talking around bites of food, "Eddie
put his arm around me and squeezed my right breast."

"Did you enjoy it?"  Dan asked.

"No."  Mattie answered with a slight flare of anger
almost showing through. "I hated it."

"Then," Asked Dan with one of his patented superior
smirks, "why did you let him do it?"

"Because you told me to."  Mattie answered in a tone
of voice that indicated she was reciting the obvious.

"Continue."  Dan ordered.

"The stairway up to his office was only wide enough
for one at a time," Mattie paused while she took
another bite,  "so he told me to go first.  Then he
put his hand between my legs and fingered my pussy
lips while I walked."

"You've got to be kidding me."  Debbie said, her fork
frozen halfway to her mouth as she looked back and
forth in disbelief from her sister to her sister's ex-
husband.

"Then," Mattie continued ignoring her sister's
disbelief, "as soon as we were in his office he pulled
my shirt off and, while he sucked on my nipples, he
pushed my shorts down my legs.  Then had me sit on his
desk and spread my legs."

"Yes?" Dan prompted when Mattie stopped to take
another bite.

"Then he stood there and stared at me for a long time.
He leaned over and pulled my pussy lips apart so he
could see inside me.  You'd just fucked be in the
restroom," Mattie paused for another bite, "so I had
your cum still oozing out of me.  'God your wet' he
said.  I almost laughed in his face, knowing he was
looking at your cum and thinking that he was turning
me on that much."  Debbie chewed her food absent-
mindedly while she listened to Mattie's unbelievable
tale of an afternoon of sexual licentiousness.  "I was
looking at him and wondering if he was going to eat
your cum from my pussy.  As I lay on his desk, letting
him finger me, I realized that I really wanted him to.
'Eat my pussy.' I begged him moving my hips like I
really wanted to fuck him.  He looked up at me and
grinned.  He really thought that he turned me on.  He
leaned over and I felt his tongue dig deep into my cum
drenched cunt.  It was sort of my own little secret
way to humiliate him, knowing that he was eating your
sperm from my pussy."  Mattie paused for another bite,
then hesitated, a brief look of anger seemed to pass
over her face then she continued.  "After he ate all
your jizz from my cunt he dropped his pants down
around his ankles and pushed his cock into me."
Mattie stopped in thought for a moment.  "It didn't
last very long."  Mattie grinned at her audience,
Eddie's fast ejaculation seemed like a personal
victory to her.  "He pulled out after just a few
strokes and said he wanted to cum on my face.  So I
got down on my knees and he jerked himself off until
he shot onto my face."  It was obvious to Dan and
Debbie that Mattie considered the story to be
finished.

"Wow."  Was all that Debbie said at first.  "But," she
continued after a moments thought, "how do I know that
Mattie's telling the truth?  I mean, if you two are
pulling a joke on me then all this," Debbie waved her
hand vaguely in the air as if her sister's story was
still hanging in the air above them, "might just be
something you two made up."  Dan looked at his ex-
sister-in-law for a moment before he spoke.

"Mattie," he ordered without taking his eyes off
Debbie, "you've had enough to eat."  Mattie put her
fork down then picked up a napkin and dabbed at her
lips.  "Crawl under the table," Dan continued
instructing Mattie while he held Debbie's eyes locked
in his gaze, "and suck my cock while we finish
eating."

"I'll be damned."  Debbie said softly as she watched
her older sister push her chair away from the table
then, after getting down on her hands and knees, crawl
under the table.  Debbie pushed her chair back from
the table so she could bend over and watch as her
straight-laced upstanding sister unzipped her ex-
husband's trousers then, after pulling his half-hard
cock out through the fly, open her mouth and envelope
it with apparent eagerness.  Debbie looked
unbelievingly at, alternately, her ex-brother-in-law
who sat eating his dinner looking as if nothing
unusual was happening under the table, and at Mattie,
under the table, slobbering over her ex-husband's
hardening cock in a display of sluttish behavior that
Debbie would, up to this very second, have thought was
impossible for her.

"OK," Debbie said as she shrugged and, after one last
glance under the table, picked up her fork and
continued to eat her dinner, "the only way you could
get Mattie to do that would be with some mind control
drug."  Debbie took another bite and chewed in silence
for a few moments before she continued.  "I meant what
I said."  Debbie said searching Dan's face with an
earnest look.  "About you not needing a drug to make
me your sex slave, I mean."  Debbie blushed and looked
away.

"Look at me."  Debbie's eyes snapped back and locked
with Dan's in response to the command.  "Being my
slave, is not a game, or a part-time thing."  Debbie
felt like she was being held down just by the strength
of Dan's gaze.  Without looking away she placed her
fork on down and listened with total attention; her
hands resting on the edge of the table.  "You will
give me every thing you own," Dan also stopped eating
as he explained to his ex-sister-in-law exactly what
was going to happen to her, "and you will devote every
second of the rest of your life to me."

"You're going to give me the drug no matter what I
want.  Aren't you?"  Debbie asked softly, not taking
her eyes off Dan's.

"Yes."  Dan answered matter of factly.

"And if I try to get away?"  Before Dan could answer
they both smiled and chuckled as their conversation
was interrupted by a deep guttural moan that escaped
from Mattie's cock filled mouth under the table.

"If you tried to run away now," Dan explained, leaning
forward to look more intently into the eyes of his
next victim, "I will stop you and use whatever force
is necessary to make you ingest the drug."  They sat
in silence for a long moment, each of them thinking
about what had just been said as they listened to the
slurping sounds coming from underneath the table.
"And," Dan finally continued, "I'd thoroughly enjoy
every second of it.  In fact," Dan gave Debbie his
best evil grin, "I'd probably rape you first, just for
kicks, then give you the drug."

Debbie looked down at the table, her mind swirling
with memories and feelings.  The image of Dan
wrestling her to the ground, ripping her clothes from
her body and forcing his hard cock into her cunt
thrilled Debbie almost more than she could say.

"I'm almost tempted to run," she admitted shyly, "just
so I can get raped by you.  But I won't," she
continued after a thoughtful pause, "because I don't
want there to be any mistake about my willingness to
be your total slave."  Debbie had been completely and
unquestionably in love with this man since the first
time her older sister had brought him home for dinner.
Looking into his eyes Debbie felt again the same
thrill that had surged through her twelve-year-old
body that first night.

"The first night I met you," Debbie continued dropping
her eyes from Dan's intense gaze, "if you had told me
to crawl under the table and suck your cock I would
have done it without question right in front of my
parents."  Dan's and Debbie's romantic tete-a-tete was
interrupted by a loud moan accompanying the continuing
slurping sounds of Mattie sucking on Dan's cock under
the table.  Debbie pushed her chair back from the
table and, bending over, looked at her older sister
under the table.

"Oh my god," Debbie said softly as her face turned red
in embarrassment, "she's got her skirt pulled up and
three fingers pumping in and out of herself while she
sucks on you."  Dan could feel Mattie's face heat up
against his thighs as her humiliation deepened.

"Your sister doesn't like you seeing her like this."
Dan said as he reached under the table and pushed
Mattie's hair away from her face.  "Why don't you
crawl under the table," Debbie found herself being
stimulated by the same superior smirk that irritated
her sister so much, "so you can get a closer look, and
Mattie," Dan addressed his ex-wife under the table,
"you just keep doing what you're doing."  Debbie
pushed her chair further from the table and, without
hesitation, got down on her knees to obey her ex-
brother-in-law's command. "Now," Dan continued after
Debbie joined her older sister under the table, "tell
me exactly what you see."

"She's got her skirt pulled all the way up to her
waist and," there was a brief pause before Debbie
continued, "oh my god," Debbie's surprised voice came
from under the table, "how did her pussy lips get so
swollen?  They look like she's been fucked by the
whole army.  Shit," Debbie continued after another
brief hesitation, "she's got a butt plug up her ass."

"How many fingers is she using to fuck herself?"  Dan
answered as he moved his hands under the table to push
his ex-wife's mouth further down on his hard cock.

"She's still using three fingers, " Debbie replied,
"she must really be horny."  She observed.

"What's it smell like?"  Dan asked.

"It looks and smells like she's been fucking an entire
pro football team all day."  Mattie moaned and Dan
felt her hot embarrassed tears drip onto his thighs.

"She's mostly just been fucking herself."  Dan
informed his ex-sister-in-law as he pushed Mattie's
mouth off his cock and, after pushing his chair back
from the table and standing up, putt his hard cock
back inside his trousers and zipped up his fly.  "Out
from under the table both of you."  Dan ordered as he
turned toward the living room.  "It's time for some
fun."

"Looks like you've had too much fun already."  Debbie
said in a critical tone as the two sisters climbed out
from under the table and followed Dan into the living
room.

"Oh shut up you fucking little daddy-stealing slut."
The vehemence with which Mattie spoke as well as the
language she used surprised them both.  Debbie mouthed
the words 'daddy-stealing slut' as she looked at Dan
questioningly.  Dan shrugged his shoulders indicating
he had no idea why Mattie would be calling her a
daddy-stealing slut.

"You," Dan said indicating his ex-wife, "sit right
here on the end of the couch."  Mattie did as
instructed.  "Straighten your clothes and don't touch
yourself in any way until you're given permission."
Both Dan and Debbie watched as Mattie, face turning
bright red with embarrassment, stood back up and
smoothed out her clothes before setting back down.
"Fold your hands," Dan continued his instructions,
"and sit there like a young lady until you are told
otherwise."  Debbie watched in amazement as her older
sister obeyed every command given to her by the ex-
husband she hated so much.

"Yes daddy."  Mattie replied looking up at Dan with a
sweet smile on her face.  'Yes Daddy' Debbie mouthed
the words looking at her ex-brother-in-law with
increased admiration.

"As for you," Dan said to Debbie as he sat in the
overstuffed chair that faced at right angles to the
couch. "I have a couple of things I want you to do to
test your willingness to be my slave before I give you
the drug.  You will now take off your clothes, nice
and slow."  Debbie smiled at Dan and began slowly
removing her clothes.  She wasn't wearing much so,
even doing it as slow as possible, it wasn't long
before she as standing in front of her older sister
and ex-brother-in-law totally naked.

"Lace your fingers behind your head," Dan ordered,
after Debbie had removed her last piece of apparel,
"and turn around in a circle very slowly."  Debbie's
self confidence began to fade, being replaced with
self-doubt as Dan stared at her with the critical eye
of a connoisseur of naked female flesh.  Dan noticed
that, unlike her sister, Debbie kept her bush trimmed
in a neat landing-strip pattern.  'It will make a nice
contrast,' Dan thought as Debbie continued her slow
turn, 'one wild bush and one trimmed.'  He chuckled at
the thought that the 'wild' bush was on the 'tame'
sister.  After Debbie had made a complete three
hundred and sixty-degree rotation and was once again
facing him, her face turning red with embarrassment in
spite of the sexual excitement being generated by the
situation, Dan stood and faced his ex wife.

"Keep your hands behind your head."  He told Debbie
turning his head to look at her.  "Pretend that your
hands are tied behind your head and undress me with
your mouth."

Dan held his ex wife's eyes with his stare as her
younger sister, hands held behind her head, her
nipples hard with excitement, leaned forward and began
to work at the top button of his shirt with her teeth.
One button at a time Debbie worked her way down the
front of Dan's shirt until she reached the waistband
of his trousers then she walked around him several
times using her teeth to pull at his shirt working it
a little further out from under his pants with each
trip.  Finally, when the shirt was unbutton and un-
tucked, Debbie stood behind her ex-brother-in-law and,
taking the collar of his shirt in her teeth pulled it
down his arms and let it fall to the floor.  Dan
continued to hold his ex-wife's gaze, smiling at her
in a way he knew she hated, as her sister walked back
around and, kneeling submissively in front of him,
began working at his belt with her teeth.  Debbie's
chin repeatedly bumped into and rubbed against Dan's
hard cock as she loosened the belt then worked the
waist band button with her teeth.  When she pulled the
zipper tab down with her teeth, opening the fly, Dan's
trousers dropped to the floor and Debbie found herself
with her ex-brother-in-laws large hard cock resting
against her nose and forehead.

"No."  Dan ordered when Debbie opened her mouth to
suck his cock without being instructed to.  "Not yet."
With a disappointed look and a frustrated moan Debbie,
her hands still held behind her head, sat back on her
heals and stared at the hard cock in front of her face
while she waited for further instructions.  "Do you
enjoy sucking cocks?"  Dan asked her while he
continued to hold his ex-wife's eyes locked onto his.

"Yes," Debbie answered without hesitation, "I love to
suck cocks, and I love to eat cum."  She added.

"Your sister was never much of a cock sucker when we
were married," Dan informed his ex-sister-in-law.  He
watched the red spreading over Mattie's face as she
heard her ex-husband telling her younger sister about
the sexual problems they had during their marriage.
"and she simply refused to swallow my cum."

"Oh how terrible," Debbie said turning to give her
sister a stern look, "how selfish can you be?"

"Although she is much better about it, now that she's
my slave and has no choice in the matter.  She sucks
cock and eats cum whenever she's told to."  Dan
finished as he watched the telltale signs of his ex-
wife's rage being transformed into unbearable levels
of sexual excitement.  "Is your cunt hot, wet and
eager to be fucked?"

"Yes."  Debbie and Mattie both answered in unison.
"Please fuck me," Mattie added in a desperate whisper,
"please let me cum."

"You know the rules," Dan said sternly to his ex-wife,
"you know you aren't allowed to cum until you put on a
really nasty sex show."  Debbie looked back and forth
from her ex-brother-in-law to her sister as this
exchange took place. "Now shut up and don't say
another word until you are instructed to."  If Debbie
still had any doubts about the effectiveness of the
drug her ex-brother-in-law had given to her sister,
they were dissolved when Mattie actually obeyed Dan's
order to 'shut up'.  Dan stepped out of his trousers
and, after kicking them aside, sat on the edge of the
overstuffed chair.

"Come here."  He said to Debbie who, obeying his
order, walked on her knees until she was between his
thighs with his hard cock resting against the hot,
smooth skin of her chest just below her breasts.  Dan
leaned back in the chair and, pulling his legs up,
hooked his knees over the arms of the chair.

"You will now tongue fuck my ass while you finish me
off with your hands."  Without hesitation, and without
even a trace of reluctance, Debbie took her hands from
behind her head and, after grasping Dan's balls with
one of them and his hard cock with the other, leaned
down to bury her face between his butt cheeks.  Making
her tongue hard and pointy Debbie pushed it against
his sphincter while she massaged his cock and
testicles with expert strokes.

"Oh yes."  Dan moaned as her tongue forced its way
inside his ass and her hands urged his cock and balls
towards another orgasm.  "That's right, slut, push it
in deep.  French kiss my ass like the dirty little
whore you are."  Debbie's moans joined Dan's as her
sexual excitement grew in leaps and bounds.  The
reality of what was happening excited her beyond what
she had imagined even during her most fevered
masturbatory fantasies.

Unnoticed and ignored on the couch Mattie rocked her
hips, pushing the butt plug rhythmically against the
seat cushion, with increasing ferocity as she watched
her little sister tongue fucking her ex-husband's ass.
She watched with overwhelming jealous rage as her
daddy-stealing little slut sister ran her nasty hands
up and down over her daddy's wonderful cock.
Fantasies of leaping from her seat and pushing that
whore aside so she could tend to her daddy's needs
properly accompanied her own moans which now joined
those of Dan and Debbie.

"Fuck that tongue in and out of my ass you cocksucking
bitch."  Dan yelled, his legs beginning to tremble
with pre-cum tension.  Mattie's moans began to sound
more like whimpers as she desperately tried to
stimulate her over-used genitals enough to bring on an
orgasm. Knowing she could not cum until HE told her to
did not lessen the manic obsession with which she
tried to rub her swollen cunt lips against the rough
material of the seat cushion while she rocked the
exposed, flared end of her butt-plug against the same
cushion enjoying the feel of the plug moving inside
her body.

Debbie, concentrating on her assigned task, was
unaware of Dan's or Mattie's moans.  She was, if the
truth be known, even unaware of her own moans as she
stretched her tongue to get just a little deeper into
her ex-brother-in-law's ass while she massaged his
balls and stroked his rampant cock.  Debbie felt Dan's
sphincter clamp down on her invading tongue, then just
a second later the twitching of his cock in her hand
as he spewed his cum onto his stomach and chest.
Holding her tongue buried deeply in her ex-brother-in-
law's spasming ass Debbie held his jerking cock and
his balls in her a firm but gentle grasp until his
cock stopped twitching and his ass released its grip
on her tongue.  As Dan's sphincter slowly relaxed
Debbie slipped out then showered the hole with flicks
from the tip of her just released tongue and gentle
kisses from her submissive lips.  She continued this
until she felt Dan's hands on each side of her head
gently pushing her face away from his ass while he
lowered his feet to the floor.

"You," Dan said still gently holding her head with a
hand on each cheek, "are now my official anal-lingus
expert."  Debbie beamed with pride and looked over at
her older sister with such a superior attitude that
one would have thought that she had just won the Nobel
Prize for curing cancer.  Then with out being
instructed to, Debbie leaned forward and licked Dan's
cum from his chest and stomach.

"Now," Dan instructed once he had been licked clean,
"go out to your car and bring in your registration
slip.  Don't put on your clothes," he continued when
Debbie reached for her blouse, "just go as you are."
Dan watched his naked ex-sister-in-law as she
retrieved her keys from her purse then walked out the
front door of the house.  After the door closed he
turned to his ex-wife.

"You," he informed her with a nasty sneer, "need to
take lessons from your little sister."  Dan watched
with unhidden pleasure as Mattie's newly erupting rage
was transformed into even more volcanic lust driving
her to rub her cunt lips raw trying to satisfy
herself.  "Unless you prove yourself to be a better at
ass licking than your sister she's going to become
your daddy's little whore princess instead of you."
Tears flowed from Mattie's eyes as she rubbed herself
violently against the seat cushion and shook her head
with equal outrage.  "You have something to say?"  Dan
asked

"Please, daddy," Mattie wept, "please let me lick your
ass, let me show you how much better I am than that
slut."

"How could an uptight little prig like you," Dan
asked, untouched by the drug induced, heartbreaking,
little girl emotions being displayed by his ex-wife,
"possibly be as good as a real honest to god fuck-toy
slut like your sister?"

"You were my first," Mattie wept, "how could I ever
love anyone like I loved you?"  It was unclear, even
to Mattie, whether she was speaking about her
imaginary 'daddy' or about her ex-husband.

As Debbie walked out the front door into the nipple
hardening cool night air the thought that this was her
last chance to get away without being forced to take
Dan's mysterious drug never entered her mind.  Her
only thought was of how hot it had made her feel to
tongue fuck Dan and bring him off manually with her
sister watching.  Debbie opened the door to the almost
new Mercedes Benz she had purchased with part of her
inheritance and, setting her bare ass and cunt on the
cold leather seat, leaned across, opened the glove
compartment and pulled out the registration slip;
knowing fully well that she would be signing her
prized possession over to her ex-brother-in-law as
soon as she went back into the house.  Knowing it
would be asked for, Debbie also removed the savings
account passbook that she had left in there earlier
that day.  Ignoring the goose-bumps being caused by
the cool air on her naked skin, Debbie sat half in and
half out of her car, registration and passbook in hand
while she thought about that evening long ago when
Mattie had first brought Dan home for dinner. Debbie
smiled as she remembered lying quietly in her bed
listening to her older sisters breathing from across
the room; waiting for her sister to fall asleep so she
could satisfy the urgent signals she was receiving
from her young cunt.  Signals that demanded immediate
attention.  Finally, unable to wait any longer, Debbie
quietly spread her legs and ever so gently and softly,
being extra careful to not make the bed squeak, began
to rub her crotch. As she rubbed herself she imagined
her older sister's new boyfriend sneaking back into
the house and silently forcing her to do things she
could, as yet, not even imagine.  When Debbie finally
stood up and closed the car door before turning and
walking back into the house she may have been cool and
dry on the outside, but she was hot and wet on the
inside.

Debbie was just beginning to shiver from the cold air
when she came back through the door into the warm
livingroom.  The stares of Dan and Mattie watching her
every step as Debbie walked across the livingroom made
her acutely aware of her nakedness.

"Fill out the form on the back," Dan instructed,
handing her a pen after she had knelt once more in
front of him, "a slave has no need for a car."  The
room remained silent as Debbie completed her task then
handed the registration form to Dan.

"The keys."  Dan reminded her.

"Sorry."  Debbie said as she picked up her keys from
the floor where she had dropped them and handed them
over with an apologetic look.

"Now get your checkbook," Dan continued instructing
the naked woman kneeling in front of him, "and write a
check for the balance in your account.  A slave has no
need for money."  As Debbie wrote the check, which
would turn her money over to her ex-brother-in-law,
she was surprised by the feelings she was
experiencing.  Instead of the anger or sadness she had
expected Debbie was overwhelmed by feelings of freedom
and joy.  'Never again,' she thought, 'will I have to
worry about car maintenance, or rent, or buying food,
or anything other than what I was born to be; a
vehicle for the pleasure of this man.'   Finished with
the check Debbie handed it and her as yet un-asked for
passbook to her ex-brother-in-law who set them aside
without bothering to look at the amounts.

"It's time," Dan announced as he picked up the small
vial from the table beside his chair, "open your mouth
and lift your tongue."  Kneeling in front of her ex-
brother-in-law, setting back on her heals, with her
knees spread slightly, giving Dan a glimpse of her
glistening eager cunt, her hands resting palms down on
the tops of her thighs, Debbie leaned forward
slightly, accentuating her naked, hard-nippled
breasts, and opened her mouth as Dan had instructed.
Looking like a baby bird waiting for a morsel of food
from its parent, Debbie waited patiently for her ex-
brother-in-law to administer the drug.

"When I gave your sister her first dose," Dan said as
he placed the drug under his kneeling, naked, ex-
sister-in-law's tongue, "I had to put it in a Coke,"
Dan put his hand under Debbie's chin and gently pushed
her mouth shut. "and she didn't even know she had
taken it until after she had sucked my cock just
because I told her to."  Debbie smiled at the image of
the look that must have been on her uptight, sexually
repressed sister's face when she opened her mouth for
her ex-husband's invading cock.

"Now I want you to pay careful attention and tell me
what the drug feels like when it is entering your
system."  Debbie relaxed, setting back on her heals
with a thoughtful expression on her face.  "Mattie has
been programmed to feel hate or anger or embarrassment
as sexual excitement."  Debbie looked over at her
older sister who was setting on the couch, her mouth
hanging open and her breath coming in ragged gasps as
she rubbed her poor inflamed cunt lips against the
rough material of the couch with as much force as she
could apply.

"Mattie," Dan spoke sharply to his ex-wife, "stop
moving." Debbie watched in amazement as Mattie
instantly stopped rubbing herself and gave her husband
such a pitiful, begging look that Debbie felt sorry
for her.

"So," Dan continued, turning his attention back to
Debbie, ignoring his ex-wife's desperate need.  "the
more she hates me, the angrier she gets and the more I
humiliate her the hornier she becomes."  Dan paused to
look at Mattie, who appeared to be on the brink of a
total psychotic breakdown.

"Plus," Dan added with the attitude of an artist
talking about one of his masterpieces, "I've
programmed her to be unable to cum without my
permission.  I imagine that it's been very
uncomfortable to be Mattie the last couple of days."
Dan turned his attention back to his new slave.  "What
are you feeling?"  He asked after watching the
expression on her face slowly transform from
thoughtful to one of surprise and wonder.

"It's amazing."  Debbie answered in a voice filled
with awe.  "It's completing me," she continued then
paused again, "it's making me more...more..." Debbie
searched for the words to describe what was happening
inside her head, "...it's making me more me."  She
finally finished, then paused again before continuing.
"I can actually feel the desire that I have to obey
you being transformed into a compulsion to obey you."

"This is the 'imprint' phase."  Dan explained to her.
"During the next day or two I will become imprinted on
your brain as your master who you must obey."

"Yes, yes," Debbie replied grabbing Dan's knees and
looking intently into his eyes, "I can actually feel
it happening."

"You stay here, and don't say any more," Dan ordered,
"I'll be right back."  Debbie watched as Dan stood up
and walked out of the room in the direction of the
bedrooms. She felt the wave of anxiety wash over her
as soon as Dan was out of sight.  As the seconds
turned into minutes Debbie felt the anxiety growing to
the level of a full-blown panic attack.  Looking in
the direction of the bedrooms, she wanted to run after
him, or at least to yell for him to come back, but he
had told her to stay here and not to say anything.
Debbie tried to stand up, she tried to yell to him but
found that she could do neither.  Her panic continued
to rise to the point where she felt like she was going
to pass out.  'What if,' her panicking mind thought,
'he doesn't come back? Will I starve because I haven't
been told I can move?'  Just when Debbie thought she
was going to die from the intensity of her anxiety,
Dan walked back into the room.  The tidal wave of
relief that crashed through her body felt far better
than any orgasm she had ever experienced, and left her
limp and sobbing on the floor.  Dan sat in his chair
then gently helped Debbie back up onto her knees then
urged her forward until her naked breasts were resting
against his knees and her head was lying in his lap.

"There, there," he consoled her as he ran his hand
over her hair like a man petting his favorite dog,
"the separation anxiety is the worst when you first
start taking the drug."  Debbie's sobs slowly calmed
to an occasional whimper as she basked in the
attention she was getting from Dan.  As Debbie's
anxiety calmed down Dan looked over at his ex-wife who
had been ignored for the last few minutes.

"Oh my god."  Dan said as he pushed his ex-sister-in-
law's head off his lap and stood up.  "Mattie!" Dan
shouted as he stepped over Debbie to tend to his ex-
wife.  Mattie's entire body was ridged and trembling
violently as she stared glassy eyed and unseeing at
the empty space in front of her.  "Mattie!"  Dan
shouted a second time as he slapped her face.  Still
unresponsive Dan slapped Mattie a third time before
her eye's regained some focus.

"Open your mouth!"  Dan yelled at his ex-wife,
followed by another slap when she failed to obey.
"Open your mouth!"  Dan shouted again.  Mattie's head
seemed to wobble on her neck for a few seconds, like
one of those dolls people put in the back windows of
their cars, then she focused on her ex-husband and
opened her mouth.  Grabbing the pen that Debbie had
used to sign over her worldly possessions with one
hand, and the vial with the other, Dan used the pen to
move Mattie's tongue up then poured a hefty dose of
the drug into her mouth. Dan and Debbie both watched
Mattie closely until her body began to relax and the
trembling began to subside.

"Debbie," Dan said as he sat down in his chair, "you
can talk."

"What happened?"  She asked with a bit of nervousness.

"Just a little brain lock up." Dan answered matter-of-
factly as he continued to watch Mattie to insure she
was coming out of the near catatonic state she had
been in.

"Probably caused by the deep unresolvable conflict
between her real personality and the fuck-slut I'm
forcing her to be."  As he talked Dan pulled Debbie
closer so she could set at his feet an lean her naked
body against his legs while she rested her head on her
arms in his lap and stared adoringly into his eyes.

"We don't have to worry about that with you," Dan
continued as he stroked Debbie's hair, "since you're
already an amoral bitch who's only goal in life is to
be a well used fuck-slave."  From anyone else that
could have sounded like an insult.

"Watch this." Dan said to Debbie.  "Mattie."  Dan
called softly to his ex-wife who now appeared to be
asleep on the couch.

"Yes Daddy?"  She replied stirring from her state of
total relaxation.  Debbie watched with interest as she
contemplated the erotic potential of having Dan play
'daddy' to both of them.

"Would you like to have a nice orgasm now?" Dan asked
Mattie as he casually began to play with one of
Debbie's nipples.

"Oh yes daddy," Mattie answered as she sat up and,
after straightening her skirt, sat with her hands
folded in her lap, "please let your little whore
princess cum."  Debbie was surprised by how much
Mattie sounded just like she had when they were little
girls and she was trying to wheedle some special favor
from their father for his 'little princess'.

"I want you to set on the edge of the couch," Dan
began instructing Mattie after he had pulled the
coffee table over and positioned it in front of her,
"pull up your skirt, spread your legs wide and prop
your feet up on the table."

"Daddy," Mattie said, blushing bright red and looking
at Debbie pointedly
"in front of her?"  Mattie heaped as much scorn on the
word her as she could.

"Do it."  Dan ordered.

"Yes daddy."  Mattie responded contritely as she moved
forward on the couch, pulled up her skirt and, after
propping her feet up on the edge of the table, spread
her knees wide; exposing her cunt with a defiant look
at her younger sister.  Dan adjusted the table lamp to
better illuminate his ex-wife's abused crotch.

"Look at that," Dan said pointing at Mattie's exposed
cunt, "she's rubbed her cunt so hard her pussy lips
are sore and oozing."  As Dan talked about the
condition of his ex-wife's red, raw cunt Mattie had
begun gyrating her hips in an effort to entice her
daddy into fucking her.

"Hold your hands like I told you to hold them when you
are in the car."

"Please daddy."  Mattie begged as she moved her hands
to the insides of her thighs so her hands framed her
swollen, open pussy. "Please fuck me and let me cum."
Debbie ran her hands over her naked breasts as she
watched her older sister pumping her cunt obscenely in
the air while she begged her ex-husband to fuck her.
The scene was so hot Debbie could feel the juice
drooling out of her cunt onto her upper thighs.

"Mattie." Dan addressed his ex-wife softly.

"Yes daddy?"  Mattie answered hopefully.

"Cum."

"Oh my gggggoooooooooddddd," Mattie screamed as her
hips jerked spasmodically, like she was fucking
herself on a huge hard cock. "oh god fuck me... yes...
Oh god... Fuck me hard..."  The orgasmic screams
continued, accompanying the jerking fucking motions of
her hips.

"Shit."  Debbie said softly as she slipped her hand
into her naked crotch.  Debbie could never have
imagine her sister having such a volcanic cum.  She
had always pictured Mattie having a polite little
orgasm then apologizing for it afterwards.   As she
worked two fingers into herself Debbie leaned forward
seemingly mesmerized by her older sister's gyrating
cunt.

"Stop cuming." Dan ordered, cutting Mattie's orgasm
off with a pitiful whimper emanating from the mouth
that had been screaming with cum induced ecstasy only
a second before.

"Stop fingering yourself." Dan said turning his
attention back to his ex-sister-in-law.  Debbie
immediately pulled her fingers out of her wet needy
pussy and looked up at Dan with an apologetic look,
then looked back at her older sister who, since she
had not been told otherwise, was still displaying her
over worked cunt for them to see.  "Go into the master
bedroom," Dan continued his instructions, "and put on
the clothes that I laid out on the bed."  Debbie
climbed to her feet using the edge of the coffee table
for support; all the while keeping her eyes fixed on
Mattie's still gyrating crotch.

"No matter how bad your panic gets," Dan said when
Debbie had finished getting to her feet, "you cannot
come back in here until you are completely dressed.
After Debbie left the room Dan enjoyed the sight of
his ex-wife's maniacally humping pussy and the
desperate, begging look in her eyes for a couple of
minutes.

"Straighten your clothes and set up like a well
behaved lady," He instructed her harshly, "and quit
acting like a sex crazed fifty cent whore."  Tears of
disappointment and frustration welled up in Mattie's
eyes as she lowered her feet to the floor then stood
up and pulled her skirt into place before setting back
down and clasping her hands in her lap.  Thus composed
she watched with growing trepidation as her ex-husband
moved lights, light stands, tripods and three video
cameras into the room from the back porch then began
to assemble the equipment.

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