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From: "Norm DePloom" <normdeploomNonSpamus@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP "Sex Zombies" Part 04 (M/FF, mc, nc, hum)
Date: Thu,  2 May 2002 08:10:03 -0400
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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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