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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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The author of this story (cactusjuggler) reserves all rights to this
story--reproducing or posting this story without the author's permission is
prohibited.

This is the first story I wrote for usenet (way back in '95), so I
apologize in advance for the rough writing.

My Sister's Tits By CactusJuggler





My name is Pamela and this is the story of my sister's tits, and how she
became the most powerful woman alive (and my owner). You see, my sister
isn't pregnant, but her breasts produce milk. This isn't any ordinary
mother's milk, though. Anyone who is unfortunate enough to taste this milk
becomes my sister's helpless slave, incapable of disobeying her. But we
shouldn't skip ahead, lets start at the beginning...



I was surprised when my sister Nora called me and asked if she could
stop by. We didn't get along, and rarely had any contact anymore, but she
said she really needed to talk to me, so I agreed. Two years my senior, at
24, Nora lived just across town but we never even talked to each other
anymore, so this was a real surprise.



The doorbell to my apartment rang, and I got a much bigger surprise.
When I opened the door and saw my sister standing there with her boyfriend
Bob, I couldn't believe my eyes at the size of her chest! Growing up, Nora
and I were both pretty flat-chested, and Nora had always been really hung
up about the size of her chest. But the Nora that stood on my doorstep was
far from flat-chested! She was wearing tight jeans and a sweatshirt that
seemed to be struggling to cover her huge breasts! Her chest looked huge!



I couldn't take my eyes off of her, she looked so different.



I was totally speechless.



"Can we come in?"



I stepped back and motioned them inside. I couldn't take my eyes off of
Nora's chest. How was she so huge? They stepped inside, and Nora's
boyfriend Bob turned and closed the door.



I turned and moved into the tiny "living room" of my little apartment,
and Bob suddenly grabbed me from behind. His hands snaked up under my arms
and then back behind my neck, trapping my arms helplessly in a full nelson.
I began to struggle but he was way too strong.



"Hey! What are you doing?" I managed to shriek at him.



He didn't appear to hear me as I saw Nora step around in front of me.

"Get her down on her knees." She told him.



Immediately Bob forced me down, pushing my neck so far forward that I
thought my arms would be ripped from their sockets. He forced me into a
kneeling position, and then let up a little so that I could look up at her.
I looked up at her, and, once again, I was astounded at the size of her
chest.



"Nora, what the hell is wrong with you? Tell him to let go of me!"



She just smiled at me, and as I watched, grasped the bottom of her
sweatshirt with both hands and pulled it up over breasts, showing her to
not be wearing a braa. I forgot about Bob holding me down for a moment as
I stared at her huge tits! They were massive, each larger around than a
softball! They looked swollen and firm, and her nipples were hard. The
mesmerized daze I was in, staring at her tits, ended suddenly as she leaned
forward and used both hands to point her right breast in my face. She
squeezed her breast and a fine white stream sprayed in my face. Her milk
was all over my face, and as I turned my head to one side to avoid it, she
moved and sprayed me again. She stepped back and looked down at me as her
milk dripped from my face when suddenly I noticed how wonderful it smelled!
Almost unconsciously I licked the milk off my lips, and as soon as I tasted
it I wanted more! I hungered for it, I needed it.



"Let her go." Nora commanded Bob, and hearing that voice I knew at once
that I would do anything for her.



Bob let me go, and I looked up at my sister with reverence in my eyes.



"Stand up." She told me, and standing up, I rushed to obey her. I
wanted nothing more in the world than to please her.



She stepped closer to me, breasts still exposed, and with one hand
pulled my head down to her teat. I eagerly took her nipple in my mouth and
began to suckle. Drinking down milk from her breast, I was in heaven. It
was the most warm, wonderful, safe feeling you could ever imagine. When
I'd sucked for only a moment she pulled her tit away from me, and I felt
the most profound sense of loss imaginable. I wanted to suckle at her
breast, I wanted to drink more of her glorious milk.



I looked up at my new master, her milk still dribbling from the corner
of my mouth, and saw her smiling the most evil smile. I watched as she
pulled off her sweatshirt altogether and unzipped her jeans. After
stepping out of her jeans Nora pulled off her panties and kicked them
aside. I was completely under the power of her milk, and I was awed by her
beauty. Her huge milk-swollen breasts stood straight out from her body and
on her face was the look an Empress might have given to a slave in some
ancient time. She sat down in my armchair and spread her legs wide,
motioning for me to come to her.



"Get over here, and lick my cunt, you little bitch." She ordered me.

Without any hesitation I knelt before my own sister and lowered my mouth
to her sex. She was already excited, her pussy lips swollen and moist. I
never thought about the fact that I was licking the pussy of my sister, who
I couldn't stand. Her milk made me want to do anything she wanted. I
spread her lips, finding her already wet with her own juices, and began to
eagerly lick and suck at her cunt. She guided my tongue to her clitoris
and held my head there, urging me on. I diddled her clit furiously with my
tongue, faster and faster, until she began to uncontrollably buck against
my face. Eager to please this goddess I worked even harder, pulling the
little pink bud of flesh between my lips. I alternated sucking at it, and
licking at it until she came, pulling my face so hard against her that I
thought my neck would snap. I continued to lap at her wet cunt as she came
down from her orgasmic high, until she finally pushed me away.



Nora got up and got dressed, and then ordered me to follow her outside.
I followed her out to the car and docilely sat in the back seat, hearing
Nora tell Bob to take us to "the house". The car journeyed into an
affluent suburb, the houses getting bigger and more extravagant as we went.
Then Bob turned into to the driveway of a gorgeous house, and as we
approached the door to one its garages began to open. We pulled into the
garage and I followed Nora and Bob inside. The interior of the house was
beautiful. There were about a half dozen people inside the house, and upon
seeing Nora each one assumed a kneeling position.



"Bob, take Pam downstairs to her room, and tie her to the chair."



Bob immediately led me to the stairway leading down to the basement. As
I passed Nora's kneeling slaves I saw one face flash a quick look up at me,
unlike the other kneeling figures. I recognized the face, it was Nora's
friend Anne. He took me downstairs, and I saw that the basement was also
beautifully furnished. I was led into a room that looked like a bedroom,
with a bed, a desk and a chair. There was another doorway in the corner of
the room. Bob told me to sit in the chair, and I did. He left the room
and returned a while later with some clothesline. After tying me securely
to the chair, he left me, locking the door behind him.



I sat there for a time, and gradually the effects of my sister's milk
began to fade. I began to regain a sense of myself, as her power over me
waned. As I regained my senses everything that had gone on at my apartment
flashed through my mind. I began to cry as I remembered what she had done
to me. I had suckled at my sister's tit like a baby! She had made me lick
her cunt! My own sister had used me like a plaything, and I had happily
been her slave! I was so humiliated. I felt so violated. How had my
sister taken control of my mind?



My crying began to subside as I thought about this bizarre situation.
What was going on with Nora? How had her breasts gotten so huge? Why was
my sister lactating, and more importantly, how did her milk make me her
slave? I was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on when I
heard noises at the door.



I heard a key in the lock, and then saw Bob as he opened the door. I
thought I had myself composed, but when Nora came striding into the room I
almost lost it. Tears welled up in my eyes and I had to fight to keep from
sobbing again. Once again I was astounded at the size of her massive tits.



"Hello again, little sister. Bob heard you crying down here, so I
figured you must have regained your senses." She began.



"Why are you doing this to me Nora? What the hell is going on?" I began
to ask her.



"SSSSShh. Everything in good time. I'm going to explain everything to
you. I want you to understand what's happening to you." She said, smiling
at me as she began her story.



"Do you remember Anne?" She asked.



Anne was Nora's long time best friend in high school, and I'd seen her
upstairs. I nodded.



"Well, after high school, when I started working, Anne went to the
university in the city. We've remained close all these years. Anne
finished her biology degree, and was still at the university doing graduate
work up until three weeks ago when this all started. Anne was working for
a research team that was testing the development of a synthetic version of
a particular body chemical. The chemical that sends the signal to a
woman's breasts to begin lactating when she is having a baby. The theory
behind the team's research was that by simulating the chemical that sends
the signal, a non-pregnant woman's body could be tricked into producing
milk. This would allow women who have small breasts a safer way than
silicon to get larger. They could take the drug, their breasts would swell
as the glands became active, and afterward some of the size increase would
remain. From the moment Anne told me what she was working on, I bugged her
every day about somehow getting me into the pool of test subjects. She
wasn't able to, but when the first test of the drug proved successful, she
decided to secretly remove a dose from the lab for me. Something went
wrong though, and Anne accidentally stole a dose of the drug that wasn't
the same as the drug that was administered to the test group. It was from
an earlier attempt that didn't quite exactly match the body's own chemical
signal. We didn't find that out until long after I had taken the drug,
though." Nora explained to me.



"At first it seemed to work perfectly. In a week my breasts had swelled
from an A cup to a C cup and my bust measurement had gone up 3 inches. I
was ecstatic, and Bob loved the way I looked with my new larger chest. My
breasts were really sore at first, and I began having to pump off the milk.
The whole milk thing really excited Bob, and soon enough he wanted to taste
it. Once Bob tried it, I knew something strange was going on. He sucked
the milk from my breast until I had to push him away, and then he begged me
to let him empty the other breast! I quickly found that drinking my milk
had done something to him, something that made him do whatever I wanted! I
ordered him around, testing my power over him, until I found that he was
completely subservient to me. He would do anything I told him to. I was
still trying to figure out what was going on when Anne came over. I
decided that I had to see if my milk would have an effect on other people
the same way it had on Bob. So I used Bob to force Anne to drink my milk,
about the same way we did with you. It worked on Anne just as well as it
had worked on Bob. I was amazed, and thrilled. Somehow I had gained the
power to make Bob and Anne do anything I wished. I toyed with them for a
long time, enjoying my dominance over them. They were completely enslaved,
totally at my mercy. I spent the next day playing with them, and thinking
about what I should do. I decided I'd better start with the research team,
to guarantee my supply of the drug, in case its effects wore off." Nora
told me, continuing with her story.



"By the end of the next day, I had the whole research team under my
power. For the next week I spent my time testing my power, and playing
with my slaves. I got some money, and this house. All by feeding people
my milk. And every day, my breasts grew larger. It's only been just this
week that the growth has started to taper off. Look at them now, they're
huge!" Nora laughed, hefting her massive tits.



"The whole time I was testing my milk, I wanted to bring you here. But
I held off until I had everything going according to plan." She went on.



"But Nora, what do you want with me?" I asked her.



"You? I want to make you suffer. Suffer for all the attention you got
from mom and dad that I didn't. You were always their favorite, mommy and
daddy's little girl. It was always Pam-this, Pam-that, or 'Pam's so
smart'. When you were around it was like everyone forgot about me. Well
who's better now?" She ranted at me.



I was getting more and more frightened. This was all so hard to
understand. My sister had this incredible power, and she really seemed to
hate me. It was beginning to look really bad for me.



"I could just feed you my milk like all the other slaves around here,
but what fun would that be? I want you to know what's happening to you.
You are going to be my slave, without my milk. I'm going to break you
down, until you beg to please me." She told me with an evil smile, waving
in two of her slaves.



The two slaves, men I'd never seen before, rushed into the room and
awaited Nora's instruction.



"Untie her." She told them, and they began to work at my bonds.



As the men began to untie me Nora stepped close in front of me, and
cupped her huge breasts with her hands.



"You see Pam, we're not really sisters anymore. Because of these," she
said, pausing and pushing her tits in my face, "you're my property now."
She said, rubbing my face into her massive chest.



I tried to resist her, but she just laughed and pulled my head down into
her tits. Through the cloth of her sweatshirt I could feel her unbound
breasts as I smothered in her chest. Unable to breath, I struggled to get
oxygen as I heard my sister laughing above me.



I was starting to black out when finally she let me go. The two men had
finished untying my bonds. At a gesture from Nora they pulled me gasping
up out of the chair and forced me to my knees before her. They stood on
either side of me, each holding an arm, pinning me down as I tried to catch
my breath.



"I have other things to attend to just now, but I'll give you one last
gift before I go." She said, almost giggling.



Nora motioned, and a hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back
painfully. Nora stepped in front of me and turned around. Backing towards
me, Nora squatted slightly and my vision was filled her with her round
denim ass as she sat back on my face. My face was buried in the crack of
her ass and once again I couldn't breath. I felt her buttocks tighten as
she suddenly farted! She farted in my face! I could hear her laughter
begin anew. I was so humiliated. She rubbed her ass in my face for a
moment more, and then stepped away from me. I couldn't hold back the
tears, and as the guards let go of me I collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
Nora gestured to her slaves and had them grab the clothesline that had tied
me, and leave the room.



Looking down at me, Nora smiled once again.



"This is just the beginning. When your training is done you'll beg for
the honor of kissing my ass. Tonight your training will begin." She told
me, as she stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.



I heard the door lock and I just lay there sobbing in my humiliation.
How could this be happening to me?



I lay there for a long time, crying on and off as I thought about what
had happened to me. Everything seemed almost unreal to me. It was like I
was caught in some horrible nightmare that just wouldn't end. I must have
been in shock, my mind just couldn't handle what was happening to me.
Every time I tried to think about Nora and her story, I would just start to
lose it again as I thought about the things she had done to me. I began to
sob once more as I again remembered the things she had done to me. She had
made me suck milk from her breast as if I were a baby. She had made me
lick her to an orgasm, and the skin on my face still felt tight with her
dried up juices. She had sat on my face, and farted! The worst of it was
remembering how I had felt when I was under the influence of her milk. I
had been her eager slave. I would've done anything she had told me to.
Not just that, but I would have been happy about doing it. She'd had total
power over me.



Finally I stopped crying, and managed to get up enough energy to check
out my cell. I stood up and inspected the room. It was almost as big as
my whole apartment, and it was carpeted. The first thing I did was try the
door, and I was unsurprised to find it locked from the outside. Looking to
the back of the room I once again noticed the other door in the corner.
Opening the other door revealed a bathroom, complete with a full bathtub
and shower, also much larger and nicer than the bathroom in my apartment.
In the cabinet below the sink I found towels, soap, and other toiletry
items. I grabbed the soap, toothbrush, and toothpaste, and quickly washed
Nora's juices from my face and brushed my teeth. Feeling a little better,
I went back into the room. The bed was queen size and looked comfortable.
I opened all the dresser drawers and the drawers on the desk and night
table. All the drawers proved to be empty. Laying down on the bed, I
curled up on my side and thought once again about what had happened to me.
The bed was quite comfortable, and I drifted off to sleep with the lights
still on.



I was awaked suddenly by the sound of a key in the door. I sat up and
watched as Nora and Anne walked in, followed by the two men who had held me
down earlier. One of the men closed the door as Nora and Anne walked over
to the side of the bed. Nora stopped in front of me, and standing with her
feet about shoulder width apart stood smiling, hands on her hips. Seeing
her smiling there in front of me I almost began to cry once more.



"How are you doing Pam?" Nora smiled at me.



"Did you miss your big sister?" She joked.



I didn't have any idea what to say to her. I was just so frightened, it
was like I was paralyzed.



"Do you remember Anne?" Nora smiled down at me.



"Anne isn't under the influence of my milk, but she still serves me.
Don't you Anne." Nora said without looking at her.



"Yes, goddess Nora." Anne replied.



"Anne, why don't you show Pam how you feel about me. Get down and kiss
my ass." Nora ordered Anne, still smiling at me.



I watched as Anne flicked her eyes up at me, and then docilely knelt
behind Nora and pressed her face to Nora's ass.



There was something about Nora, something that frightened me. I was
almost mesmerized by the sight of her. There were more changes in my
sister than just the size of her breasts. She was so confident now, so
sure of herself. It was like she was radiating power. Standing there with
Anne kissing her ass, hands on her hips, her huge breasts standing out, my
sister truly frightened me. She had such force of will now.



"Okay, Anne, just kneel down in front of me." Nora ordered her, and she
quickly obeyed.



"You see Pam, Anne was my best friend, and I still wanted to have her to
talk to, undrugged. But first she had to prove that she was willing to
serve me, without the influence of my milk. So, for the last week Anne has
served as my personal servant. To prove that she understood that I am the
one with the power here, Anne served my every whim, completely free of my
milk's power. We had a few problems at first, but she learned her place
well. So I've decided that she is ready to take her place by my side, as
my head slave. Anne you will be my second in command, you'll help run
things by taking care of little details for me. Stand up Anne." Nora
commanded.

Anne stood up in front of Nora, and Nora reached out to her and pulled
her close, hugging her. Anne began to cry softly as Nora hugged her.



"I will instruct all of my slaves that from now on, you are head slave,
and to obey your commands as if they were mine. You will be addressed as
'mistress Anne' from now on." Nora told her, proudly, as Anne stepped back.



"I'm glad that you're with me now, Anne. But that leaves a little
problem. I need a new personal servant, don't I?" She said, smiling down
at me.



"Your first job, Anne, will be to train my sister here to serve me
willingly as you do. Teach her to show the proper respect to her owner. I
have a lot of things to attend to, so why don't you devote your attention
to training my sister. I think you'll find that the easiest way will be to
teach her to serve you as if you were me. Use her the way I've used you
this past week. I'll check you progress regularly. Feel free to use these
slaves, and any others you need." Nora told her, pointing at the two men.



"Yes Goddess Nora. I'll teach her well." Anne replied, wiping away her
tears.



I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, just a few feet from where
Nora stood.



"I've got things to do, but you may begin immediately. Before I leave
though, why don't you have Pam kiss my ass." Nora told her.



"Yes goddess Nora." She replied and immediately turned to face me.



I had hope that Anne wouldn't be too bad. She had been taken control of
just like I had, and had been forced to serve as Nora's slave. I hoped
that this would make her sympathize with me a little. I found out
immediately that this was not the case as Anne waved the two men over.



"Kiss goddess Nora's ass, slave." Anne ordered me, harshly.



I didn't even reply to her, I just backed away, up onto the bed. Anne
motioned to the two men and they grabbed me and pulled me off of the bed.



"Get her down on her knees." Anne told them, and once again the two men
forced me to kneel behind my sister.



Nora stood facing away from me, her ass only inches from my face.



"Ask your goddess's permission to kiss her ass." Anne told me.



I didn't say anything, and only a moment passed when I suddenly felt
Anne's hand snake around me and take hold of my nipples. She just grasped
them lightly as she growled in my ear,



"ASK your goddess's permission to kiss her ass."



Once again I paused, and this time I was plunged into pain as Anne
cruelly pinched my nipples. I cried out involuntarily as she twisted them
viciously. I could barely think, I was in such pain. Finally Anne let up.
I couldn't bear the thought of her doing it again.



"Can I kiss your ass?" I managed quietly, my nipples still feeling as if
they were on fire.



I was rewarded with an open-handed blow to the head from behind me. The
sudden pain was startling.



"You will always address your goddess as goddess Nora." Anne corrected
me.



I didn't want her to hit me again, it was all happening so fast. I
wanted to resist, but I couldn't. I was just too scared.



"May I kiss your ass goddess Nora?" I forced myself to say.



"Louder, and say please this time, slave." Nora told me, enjoying the
moment.



"May I please kiss your ass goddess Nora?" I said, louder this time.



"Go ahead, slave. Kiss my ass." Nora answered.



As much as I didn't want to get hit anymore, I still couldn't bring
myself to do it.



"Do it!" Anne yelled at me.



Seeing that I wasn't going to do it voluntarily, Anne began pushing the
back of my head forward. I tried to fight her, but I only managed to hold
my head back for a moment before she forced my face forward against Nora's
denim-covered ass. Anne held my face deep into the crack of Nora's ass as
she pushed back against my face. I was suffocating again until Nora moved
slightly away and I could suddenly breath again.



"Now what do you say?" I heard Nora ask.



I was gasping for breath, and I had no idea what she meant.



"Thank goddess Nora for letting you have the privilege of kissing her
ass!" Anne yelled at me.



Obviously this was some ritual that Nora had made Anne perform, and Anne
was enjoying seeing someone else take her place. I was still gasping for
breath as Nora suddenly pushed her ass back in my face. Once and again I
was deprived of light and oxygen as my sister sat on my face. She
smothered me much longer this time, until I began to pass out. My vision
was beginning to flash white/black, white/black, when Nora finally stepped
away and turned to face me. The moment her ass was away from my face I
began to gasp in deep breaths. The men holding me let go of my arms and I
fell in a heap at Nora's feet. I could hear her chuckling above me as I
began to regain my wind.



"Well little sister, what do you have to say now? Would you like me to
sit on your face again?" Nora smirked down at me.



"Thank you for let-letting me k-kiss your ass, goddess Nora." I managed
to croak.



"Well, that's a start, I guess. She's in your hands now Anne. Have fun
with her." Nora told Anne as she headed for the door.



The door closed behind Nora, and I was left gasping on the floor with
Anne and the two men remaining.



"Undress her." She ordered.



I didn't have the energy to fight as the men unfastened and removed my
clothes. The two men remained standing near me as I lay there naked before
Anne.



"Now we'll begin, slave." Anne began.



"From now on, you will address me as mistress Anne. You will learn to
obey my every command, to serve my every wish. I'm going to use you the
same way your sister used me." Anne told me, obviously getting more and
more excited with each passing moment.



"And let me explain for you what Nora made me do. Because you're going
to do everything that I did for her, for me. She made me go down on her
all the time. I wasn't allowed to speak unless she spoke to me. She
punished me by sitting on my face, like she just did to you, or by having
her male slaves rape me. She made me worship her ass, her pussy, her tits.
I had to feed her, and dress her. I even had to wipe for her when she used
the toilet." Anne told me.



"I don't understand why you're doing this, Anne. Nora made you serve
her with her milk, but why are you still doing what she wants now?" I asked
her.



"Why? Because Nora is the one with the power. If I do what she wants,
I'll be rewarded, I'll have power too." Anne told me.



Anne waved at the two men, and they pulled me up off the floor by my
arms. I was still breathing heavily, and too weak to even try to fight.
Anne took off her pants, panties and t-shirt, and left them in a pile on
the floor. Standing there naked, Anne's large breasts that Nora had always
envied suddenly looked small by comparison.

"But what about all the horrible things she forced you to do?" I asked,
trying to reason with her.



"Now she's got you! She was only teaching me a lesson, she really hates
you. And besides, every humiliation I suffered at her hands, you and these
other slaves are going to suffer at mine. I know how she felt when she was
using me, and its awesome. I'm willing to be her slave if it means I'll
have some power of my own. For every time I had to lick goddess Nora's
cunt, you're going to lick mine. For every time she sat on my face, I'm
going to sit on yours." Anne smiled evilly at me.



"Speaking of which, lay her down on the bed." Anne ordered.



They forced me down onto the bed, so I was lying on my back. I tried to
fight but the two of them held me there easily. I watched as Anne climbed
onto the bed and then straddled me, putting one knee down on either side of
my head. Sitting back slightly, Anne lowered her sex until it was not
quite touching my face. The hairs of her pussy brushed lightly against my
nose and mouth, and I could smell her pungent aroma. Sitting down slightly
more, Anne brushed my mouth and nose with her sex, leaving a wet trail that
proved her excitement. I still had my mouth closed as she finally sat on
my face, rubbing her wet cunt against my mouth.



"Lick my pussy, slave."



I kept my mouth closed, refusing to do what she wished, and she moved
slightly forward so that my nose was also enveloped my the folds of her
sex. I tried wiggle free, but she just put her whole weight down onto my
face and smothered me in her wet cunt. Again I was unable to breath, and I
was just too beaten to fight anymore. Unable to help myself, I gave in,
and pushed my tongue up into her sex. As I began to lick her, she let up
her weight and let me breath. She was already really excited, and her
juices were already all over my face as she hovered over me. I licked up
and down the length of her slit. As my tongue pushed deep inside her, she
sat down, pushing my head into the bed as my tongue delved deeper and
deeper into her opening. She moved herself slightly so that my tongue was
at her clit and I began lapping at it, trying to keep her happy. Anne
began to moan, faster and faster as I frantically worked at her clit. I
licked and sucked at her until she finally orgasmed, crying out loudly.



Anne made me lick her cunt clean of her juices and then she began to get
up. Finally she was getting up, I thought, as she turned around so that
she faced away from me.



"Well, you didn't do too bad, but I think you might have enjoyed that a
bit too much." Anne chuckled as I looked up at her ass.



What could she want now, I wondered as she began to sit back down on my
face! I was looking up at her back as she lowered her ass towards my face.
I began to try to struggle once more as I watched Anne reach back and
spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing her anus as she lightly touched it
to my mouth.

"Lick my asshole." She told me.



I couldn't see anything but her ass as I struggled in vain against my
captors. I wasn't going to do this. But even as I struggled, I knew what
was coming. I kept my mouth tightly closed as Anne sat down on my face.
Once more I was smothering under her, as she rubbed the sweaty crack of her
ass down into my face.



"You silly little bitch. You'd better learn to like this. Your sister
made worship her ass all the time. You're going to get to know her ass
very well." Anne laughed above me as she sat there on my face.



Anne lifted her ass slightly and I gasped for breath. As my breathing
calmed once again I tentatively touched Anne's ass with my tongue. I
managed to bring myself to lightly lick the inner curve of her buttock,
tasting her salty sweat.



"I told you to lick my asshole!" Anne yelled, adjusting herself again so
that her anus was directly over my mouth.



Sticking out my tongue, I forced myself to do as she wished. I lightly
caressed the tight wrinkled ring of her anus with my tongue.



"Now kiss it, kiss my asshole."



I brought my lips together, and did as she wished, lightly pressing them
to her anus.



"Good girl. It feels good to kiss your mistress's ass, doesn't it?
Now, stick your tongue inside, stick your tongue up my ass." She ordered
me.



I knew she would sit back on my face if I didn't do as she wished. So,
fighting my feelings of disgust and humiliation, I pushed my tongue up at
her anus. I pushed my tongue up through the tight ring, forcing it past
the muscles clenching inward. As I pushed it up inside of her, Anne
gasped. As I thrusted my tongue up, Anne pushed down onto my face forcing
my tongue even deeper into her ass. Sitting down hard on my face for a
moment, Anne pushed off of my face as she climbed off of me.



"Bring her." Anne told the men, climbing off the bed and moving to the
door.



She had one of the slaves unlock the door and she walked past him into
the room beyond. The men dragged me along behind her and I saw that this
room was some sort of living room. There were two couches and a large
television and stereo. Anne sat down on the couch and flicked on the
television, motioning to the men to bring me to her.



"Get her on her knees." Anne ordered.



They forced me to kneel before her. Looking at me, she leisurely
stroked herself. It was obvious that this whole domination thing was
turning her on.



"Why don't you tell me how much you enjoyed licking my cunt." Anne told
me.



I didn't know what to say. I wanted to keep her happy, but this was so
humiliating.



"I enjoyed licking you." I managed.



Anne looked angrily at me, and motioned to one of the men holding me.



"Take off your pants and underwear, and beat off." She told him.



While the other slave held me in place before her, the other did as she
wished.



"You will call me mistress Anne. Now try again."



"I enjoyed licking you, mistress Anne." I tried.



"Tell me how much you liked licking my cunt." She ordered, amused with
making me do this.



"I really liked licking your cunt, mistress Anne."



"You want to lick me some more, don't you. Beg me to let you bury your
face in my cunt." She smiled.



"Please let me lick your cunt, mistress Anne." I said quietly.



"I know you can do better than that, lets try some incentive." She
smiled, motioning to the men behind me.



The man holding me lifted my shoulders up and forward so that I was on
my hands and knees with my face only inches from Anne's crotch. In this
position my ass was in the air, exposed, and I felt the other slave moving
behind me. Before I could even try to react, I felt as the slave pushed
his hard cock against my sex, spreading my lips. I cried out as he rammed
himself inside me in one smooth thrust. As he rammed into me, my face was
driven into Anne's crotch. He had to be huge, it felt like he was tearing
me apart. He didn't keep stroking, he just forced himself inside me, and
held there. Painful though it was, I found myself getting excited. I felt
so full with his cock, I couldn't help myself. Suddenly Anne grabbed me by
my hair and pulled my head up painfully.



"Now beg to lick my cunt!" She yelled at me.



"Please mistress Anne, let me lick your cunt." I cried out, willing to
do anything to get her to let go of my hair.

She just rammed my face down into her crotch, holding my head there by
my hair. I heard her say something, and suddenly the man behind me
withdrew his cock until it was almost out of me, and then rammed it home
once more. He began stroking smoothly in and out of me, driving my mouth
against Anne's slit with each stroke. I began to lick and suck at her cunt
as he fucked me. As he drove into me, I began to unconsciously push back
to meet him, driving him deeper inside me. I couldn't help it, I was
starting to enjoy it.



"I think you're having a little bit too much fun." She told me.



Suddenly the slave's throbbing member withdrew entirely from me. My
clit was throbbing, and I wished he hadn't stopped.



"This isn't for your pleasure, it's for mine." Anne told me, as I
continued to lick her.



Anne continued to hold my face to her crotch as I suddenly felt
something wet touch my anus. Before I could react I felt incredible pain
as the slave behind me forced the head of his cock past the tight ring of
my anus. I cried out as I pushed forward, driving my face deeper into
Anne's crotch, attempting to get away from the horrible pain. There was no
escape, and the pain was unbelievable as he forced his cock slowly into my
ass. His long slow thrust felt as if it was killing me. Finally his
entire length was inside me. I felt as if I was going to die.



"Keep licking, you little bitch, or it'll get even worse." I heard Anne
order from above me.



I did my best to ignore the incredible pain as I returned to licking
Anne's sopping cunt. My ass felt as if it was on fire as the slave began
to fuck my ass slowly. With each great stroke it felt as if the invading
flesh was surely damaging something vital inside me. I couldn't help but
cry out into Anne's cunt with each stroke. I could barely move, the pain
was so intense, but I managed to continue diddling Anne's clit. My torment
must have excited Anne incredibly, as she quickly came, pulling my face
hard against her crotch as she cried out. A moment after Anne came, she
motioned to the slave fucking me and he pulled himself out of my abused
ass. I slumped forward against Anne's crotch as I tried to recover from the
agony I'd just felt.



"Get up. You're not finished yet. Give this slave some relief. Suck
his cock until he is finished." Anne smiled down at me.



I didn't have the energy to resist as the slave who had been holding me
pulled me around to kneel facing my rapist. When I turned I saw for the
first time the huge cock that had just ravished my ass. It had to be nine
inches long and almost two across. He pulled my head down to his cock, and
yanking my hair to open my mouth, forced its huge purple head into my
mouth. I could barely fit my mouth around the monster as I tasted my own
juices and the bitter taste of my ass. Holding my head with both hands he
forced himself back until he touched my throat. I could take less than a
third of it into my mouth. He began pumping his cock in and out several
inches, fucking my head. His strokes began to come faster and faster.
Suddenly I felt the first twitching spasm as he began to come. I felt his
hot semen explode into my throat as he held himself deep inside my mouth. I
could do nothing but swallow as his huge cock twitched several more times,
shooting his load into my throat. Anne made lick his cock clean before she
decided I was done.



The rest of that day and night took an eternity. Anne abused me
constantly. I lost all my will to fight, and learned to obey Anne quickly.
I spent hours worshipping her ass and pussy, and licking and sucking at her
tits. True to her word, Anne required me to wipe for her when she used the
toilet, making me lick her afterwards to ensure I had done a good job. My
torment seemed to never end as she enjoyed toying with her power over me.



As the days passed it seemed like Anne had my face in her crotch at
least once every hour while she was awake. While she slept I lay by the
foot of her bed on the floor, only to be awoken whenever Anne felt horny.
She taught me to always kneel in her presence, and to not speak unless
spoken to. I licked and kissed every inch of her body. I was forced to
worship her tits, her ass, and most of all her steamy cunt. My spirit was
broken, my will to fight destroyed. The never ending chain of punishment
and humiliation was too much for me to bear. And if what Anne did to me
during those days was bad, it was nothing in comparison with the few times
I saw Nora. Each time my sister found the time to check in on me, she took
the time to humiliate me. Nothing could be more humiliating than my own
sister forcing me to worship her ass, to service her with my tongue.
Anne's training program was working, because as much as I hated her and my
sister, I feared them even more. When Nora would strut into the room, I
was stunned by her force of will, by her beauty. She had a sort of healthy
glow about her, whereas I looked more and more bedraggled each day. When I
looked at my sister and her huge breasts, I was really and truly
frightened. So I was really terrified when, after a week of breaking me
down, Anne told me it was time for me to become Nora's full time servant.



Anne took me naked upstairs, my first time out of the basement since my
arrival. The house was beautiful, obviously decorated by someone who had
money and taste. It was late morning, and there were a half dozen people
moving around in the house as we passed through the first floor. Climbing
the stairs to the second floor, I was a walking zombie. Anne's week of
deprivations had broken me down, I was meek as a mouse. Stopping at a door
guarded by two muscular men, Anne knocked softly.



Hearing a muffled "Come in.", Anne opened the door slightly and stuck
her head inside.



"Goddess Nora, I've brought your sister. She is ready to serve you
now." I heard Anne say.



Nora must have motioned for her to come in, or said something that I
didn't hear, because Anne suddenly pushed the door wider open and dragged
me inside.



Nora was sitting on the bed, her back propped up by several pillows.
She was naked, covered up to her waist by a thick comforter. My eyes were
drawn to her huge breasts, exposed above the blanket. As I looked at her
chest, Nora's eyes caught mine and she smiled that smug smile. She knew
she had me. Knew I was terrified. I quickly lowered my eyes, and as I did
I saw my mother curled up beside the bed. Our mother! She was laying
naked on her side, all curled up. She looked like she was asleep, but she
seemed to have a content little smile on her face.



"Well Anne, does this little bitch know her place now?"



"Yes goddess Nora."



"Lets see." Nora smiled.



Nora threw back the blanket and rolled onto her side so that we were
facing her bared ass.



"Pam, Kiss my ass." Nora ordered imperiously.



I didn't even think about disobeying. I knelt by the side of the bed
and pressed my face between the soft fleshy curves of my sister's
asscheeks. As I kissed her ass I thought about my mother laying on the
floor on the other side of the bed. What was Nora doing to her?



As I thought about my mother I felt Nora grab a handful of my hair. She
pulled my head up roughly so I was only inces away from her, looking right
at her over her ass.



"You pathetic little wretch. Why do you exist?" She asked me.



Anne had trained me well, I knew how to respond.



"I exist only to please you goddess Nora." I said.



"That's right, you're nothing. You're on earth to be my playtoy.
Nobody matters anymore but me. Every person alive is just as pathetic as
you. Do you realize how lucky you are? You get to serve the most powerful
woman alive. Me." She said to me, smiling evilly.



Looking at her, I was totally beaten. She was in control of me and
there was nothing I could do about it. And there was something even more
pathetic than my inability to fight her will. As I kept my eyes away from
Nora's face, I couldn't help but stare at the huge tits. Just looking at
them I felt a touch of that warm wonderful feeling I'd experienced when I
tasted her milk. Against myself I found myself wanting to suckle again!



Nora pushed my face back down to her ass, and I buried my face in her
crack once more. Thinking about my desire for her milk, I was so
humiliated and disgusted with myself.



"Anne, you've done a good job. Pam always was a little ass-kisser."
Nora said, laughing at her joke.



"You've done well Anne, and I think you deserve a reward." Nora told
her, pushing me away from her ass and sitting back down.

"To reward you I think I'll let you lick my cunt." Nora told her,
spreading her legs.



I knelt down beside the bed as Anne quickly moved between Nora's open
legs. Smart enough to act as if she was happy with her "reward", Anne
hopped to her job. As Anne buried her face in my sister's cunt, I found
myself unable to stop thinking about Nora's tits. Anne worked eagerly at
Nora's crotch sucking and slurping as I knelt there wondering at Nora's
power over me. I couldn't help it, I really wanted to drink from her teat.
I couldn't stop thinking about how wonderful it had been to taste her milk.
The sounds coming from Nora began to reach a crescendo as Anne licked her
to orgasm. Finally Nora pushed her away.



"Thank you goddess Nora for letting me lick you." Anne said.



Anne was really good at playing Nora's games. She was willing to take
the abuse for the chance to ride Nora's coat-tails and get a little power
of her own. I knew what a good petty tyrant she could be. She really
enjoyed it. It was good to see that Nora still used her like she used
everybody else. As much as I hated my sister, it was still nice to see
Anne doing the licking for once.



Nora let out a long sigh of contentment as she rested against the pile
of pillows.



"You can go." Nora told Anne, with a dismissive wave.



"Get up mom." Nora casually ordered her.



I looked once again at my mother. She was definitely under the
influence of Nora's milk, she looked so happy and content to obey Nora's
commands.



"Who is better mom, me or Pam?" Nora asked our mother while smiling at
me.



"Of course you are, goddess Nora." She replied.



"You see Pam, our dear parents now know which daughter is really better.
How about you? Do you think you're better than I am?" She asked me.



"No goddess Nora." I answered.



"Tell me how you compare to me." She goaded me.



"I'm nothing compared to you, goddess Nora."



"That's right, very good. You're nothing. Just a pathetic worthless
little wretch that kisses my ass. Isn't that right?" She continued,
enjoying herself.



"Yes goddess Nora."

"What do you think about old mom here?" She asked.



I was confused. What did she want to hear?



"I don't know what you mean, goddess Nora." I tried.



"Doesn't she seem happy to serve me? She's been doing your job for you,
while Anne trained you. But I guess now that you're here I can send her
away. Mom, come here." Nora said.



I watched as our mother moved to Nora's side. Nora reached up and
pulled our mother's head down to her chest. It was disgusting to see our
own mother lovingly attach her lips to Nora's nipple and begin sucking,
eyes closed. Even worse was that I wished I could be in her place! Nora
watched her with amusement for a moment and then pushed her away.



"Go report to Anne." Nora told her.



Our mother looked happy as she moved out of the room, leaving me alone
with Nora. I didn't even think about trying to resist her, I was too
frightened and confused. It still seemed as if I was trapped in some
horrible nightmare, even though I knew it was for real.



Nora turned her attention to me. Swinging her legs off my side of the
bed, Nora stood up. I feared and hated my sister, but I had to admit to
myself that her body was beautiful. She towered over me with a confident
healthy glow about her.



"Stand up, little sister." She ordered me. We had always been the same
height, but as I stood Nora seemed somehow bigger than I was. She was
healthy and pampered and I had been abused and underfed for a week.



"You have no idea how much fun it is to be me. How exciting it is to be
able to do whatever I want. And I've felt like hitting you for a long
time." She told me. I had kept my eyes lowered as I stood in front of her,
so I barely started to see it coming as she slapped me hard across the
face. She hit me so hard it rocked my head to the side. My cheek stung and
my vision blurred. I tried to raise my arm and protect myself as she
slapped me again, but it didn't help as the pain exploded once more along
my face. Falling to my knees I tried to grab her around her legs and pull
her down, but she just laughed at me as I struggled at her in vain.
Reaching down she pried one of my arms from around her and forced it easily
behind my back. Forcing my arm up painfully behind my back, Nora stepped
aside and pushed me down to the floor. Wrenching my arm so hard I thought
it was torn from its socket, Nora turned me over on by back and punched me
in the stomach. I gasped for breath as Nora turned to face away from me
and, carefully placing her round ass, sat on my face. I was already out of
breath, and in pain, and I rapidly began to black out once more. I could
hear Nora laughing above me as I smothered in her ass.

"Remember, I can do whatever I want. I can do anything I want with you.
Anything." She said, finally climbing off of my face.



And she proved that to me constantly in the days and nights that
followed. I was Nora's personal servant, making her life as easy as
possible. I did everything for her. I was her gopher, servant, sex-slave
and anything else she desired. Nora never missed an opportunity to
humiliate me for her enjoyment. Day after day went by and I began to
become accustomed to being my sister's slave. There was nothing I could do
about it, I was constantly guarded. My sister had destroyed my life. She
had become powerful beyond my wildest dreams, and I was reduced to being
her servant.



As I served my sister I gradually learned more about her power. She had
done a lot of experimenting and careful testing of the effects of her milk.
The research team had refined the drug she was taking now into a pill form
that Nora took once each week. She kept the drug carefully guarded, in the
only part of the house that Anne was not allowed. One of her slaves had
the job of reminding her each week to take the pill. Her breasts would
continue to produce the milk for a time after she stopped taking the drug,
but taking the pill each week would maintain the optimum amount of drug in
her system to maintain maximum milk production. Nora now knew much more
about the effects of her milk. A person who tasted only a half ounce of
her milk would be under her control for two or three hours. Drinking
several ounces would put a person under her power for several days. Nora
also found that there was a cumulative effect to the milk's power. Any
victim who tasted her milk more than once was effected for a longer
duration each time. She had slaves that she now only fed a dose of milk
once every two weeks. And the research team predicted that those slaves
regularly fed her milk would quickly become permanently effected.



Her breasts produced a huge amount of milk, more than she needed for the
slaves she fed regularly. Because her body was producing so much excess
milk, Nora stored it for later use. The research team was busy studying
how long the milk could be stored and still be effective. Nora enjoyed
having me pump the milk from her huge tits. She loved having me handle
each massive breast, she loved knowing how much I wanted to suckle at them.
How much I wanted to drink her milk. Working at her breasts, smelling that
unbelievable aroma of her milk, I couldn't help but long to taste her milk
again. In my mind I hated her, but the smell of her milk washed all that
away. When I smelled that smell I wanted to taste her milk again more than
anything.



She loved toying with me, playing with her power over me. Every so
often she would allow me the tiniest taste of her milk. Never letting me
have very much, so that I would retain my senses while she made me serve
her. When I would taste her milk it affected me the same way each time.
Just like that first time in my apartment. It made me helpless, it made me
love her. It made me love the person I hated most in the world. Each time
she did this, each time she let me taste her milk, I was more ashamed and
humiliated when it wore off. I hated her so much. God how I envied her
power. She had absolute power over me, and there was nothing I could do
about it. I was just a toy to her. She could just stick her tit in my
face and I'd gladly suck my life away. But that wasn't enough for Nora.
What had I ever done to her to deserve this?

I thought a few times about trying to escape, but it just didn't seem
possible. I was guarded night and day. I wasn't even allowed to leave
Nora's master bedroom when she away. There were always two men watching
me, and more downstairs.



And then one afternoon, it happened. Nora was out of the house, and
through some mix-up I was left unguarded. There was no guard left watching
me, what should I do? I had to at least try to escape.



I wasn't allowed to wear any clothing, and I didn't have any anyway.
Dressing Nora was one of my regular jobs though, so I began digging through
her clothes. A pair of her jeans didn't fit too bad, they were just a
little loose. But all of her tops were way too big for me. I settled on a
large T-shirt. A pair of her tennis shoes fit me almost perfectly, and I
was ready to try to find a way out of the house. I crept quietly down the
upstairs hallway and peeked down the stairs. I couldn't see anyone. It
wasn't far from the bottom of the stairs to the front door. As long as
there was nobody in the hallway by the door, or at the door, I might be
able to escape. At the bottom of the stairs I looked cautiously around the
corner, and saw no one. Sneaking quickly to the front door I opened it
quietly and slipped out into the world I hadn't seen in so long. I had
been trapped in Nora's house for more than a month now. No longer caring
about stealth I ran down Nora's long driveway and out onto her street.
Where should I go? I continued to jog down the street as I thought about
it. I couldn't go back to my apartment. I couldn't go to the police
either. Imagine how well telling the police about my sister's big milk
filled breasts would work. They'd think I was crazy. And that's when I
decided I should try to get to my best friend Jessica's. But how?



I turned onto a bigger street, and after about fifteen minutes of
walking came to another intersection and here was a convenience store.
There was a phone outside, and I quickly called Jessica's number collect. I
waited anxiously as the operator rang through, hoping desperately that she
was home. Finally the operator was connected and Jessica accepted the
charges. She asked me where I'd been and what had happened to me, but I
cut her off. I told her I desperately needed her help. That I was in big
trouble and that I needed her to come and get me. Jessica was such a great
friend that she didn't even hesitate, she just asked me where I was. I
read the names of the streets at the intersection and described the
convenience store and other surroundings. She told me she would be right
there, and as I hung up the phone I felt relieved. I was going to be free
of my sister, I was so happy. I sat down at the nearby bus stop bench to
wait and began to think of what I could tell Jessica. I certainly couldn't
tell her the truth. And what was I going to do?



I didn't even notice the two cars pulling up behind me into the store's
parking lot. As the doors of the first car opened and Anne and three men
got out I realized too late that I had underestimated how quickly the
search would be on. The men were on me quickly as I tried to flee, and
they dragged me screaming back to the car.



"Thought you could escape, did you? There's no escaping goddess Nora."
Anne told me as they jammed me into the back seat of the car. Anne ordered
them to take me back to the house and watch me carefully and then she got
out and went to the other car.

One slave drove, and the other two rode on either side of me in the back
seat. Once we were back at the house they took me down to the room in the
basement that I'd been thrown in the first time. I sat sobbing on the edge
of the bed as I awaited my sister's return. I heard voices outside the
room several times, and Anne stopped to check in on me once, but it was two
hours before my sister finally arrived home. I bet Anne just couldn't wait
to tell her what I had done.



Once more I heard voices and then Nora strode into the room. She was
wearing tight jeans and a shirt with a deep neck that barely covered her
huge mounds. She looked really angry. I was terrified.



"So you thought you could get away from me, did you?" Nora said to me,
giving me an evil look.



"And I was just beginning to think that you'd adjusted to being my
servant. If you were any other slave and I found you'd tried to escape, I
might just kill you. But since you're my sister, I'm going to let you
continue to serve me. You still have to learn your lesson somehow, though.
Bring in the girl." Nora ordered.



It was Jessica! They must have waited at the store and captured her. I
watched as two of my sister's slaves dragged my friend into the room. She
struggled as they forced her down onto her knees in front of Nora. It was
horrible to see my best friend get dragged into this. What had I done?



"Push her down onto her back." Nora commanded.



The slaves made her lay back as Nora wished so that she was lying on her
back with her legs pinned awkwardly under her.



"Pam! Who are these people? What's going on here?" Jessica cried out
to me.



"Since I've decided to let you continue as my servant, I'll give your
punishment to this girl." Nora smiled at me.



Jessica continued to struggle in vain as Nora stepped over her.
Positioning herself carefully, Nora squatted down, lowering her round ass
towards Jessica's face. Jessica began to say something, but her pleas were
cut off as Nora sat on her face. I watched in horror as Jessica began to
struggle fiercely as she smothered in the soft flesh of Nora's asscheeks.



"Goddess Nora, please. I'll do anything you want, don't hurt Jessica.
She never did anything to hurt you. Please let her up." I pleaded with
Nora.



"No slave, I think this is just what you need to learn your lesson."
Nora laughed as she rubbed her ass in Jessica's face.



I watched as Jessica's struggles began to grow weaker. Nora just
continued to squat over her, smothering her with her ass.

"Please goddess Nora, I'll do whatever you want!" I begged.



Nora just began to laugh. Her huge breasts shaking as she laughed at
me.



"You'll do anything I want, anyway! And you can forget about your
friend. She's worshipping my ass, and I don't think she even wants up.
Think of the honor I'm granting her, letting her kiss my ass. It's your
fault you know. Because of you, this girl is going to die kissing my ass."
Nora explained to me.



Jessica was barely moving now. I struggled at my captors, but I was
unable to break free of their grasp. I watched in horror as Jessica's body
gave one last twitch, and then stopped moving altogether. Nora had
actually done it. She had sat on Jessica's face until she smothered to
death. I began to sob uncontrollably as I thought about what I had done.
If I hadn't called Jessica she would never have been dragged into this, she
never would have died.



Getting up off of Jessica's lifeless face, Nora told two of the men to
get rid of the body and her car. I tried to control my tears, but I just
cried even harder as I watched them carry her limp body from the room.



"Stop crying and get over here." Nora ordered me.



I slowly got up and knelt crying in front of her. She had won. I was
hers.



"You know Pam, you're really a pathetic little wretch." Nora told me.



She reached down and grabbed my tits, squeezing them painfully.



"I said stop crying. Look at these pathetic little things. You almost
look like a boy!" She laughed at me, twisting even harder.



Jolted by the pain, I managed to reduce my tears to a muffled sniffling.
Nora stepped closer, pushing her crotch in my face. I tilted my head to
look up at her as she spoke, but all I could see was the undersides of her
massive breasts. I couldn't even see her face! Nora must have felt me
looking up. Using both hands she cradled her massive globes above me,
softly squeezing them.



"Now these, these are the tits of a goddess." She gloated.



And I had to agree, she was beautiful. I wished I had her huge chest. I
wished I had her power, that I was the one in control. But it was Nora
that had it all, and she was enjoying every minute of my humiliation.



"Let her go." She ordered, and I was released.



"Undo my top."



My tears drying now, I moved like a zombie. I was totally cowed. I
just got to my feet and stood before her. She stood imperiously, hands on
her hips, watching me haughtily. Her shirt had buttons down the front. It
was straining so tightly that I had a difficult time undoing the buttons,
but finally I had them all free. Nora lifted her arms and I pulled the
shirt off altogether. Now I was face to face with her massive chest,
barely restrained by a huge bra. There was a small wet circle of her milk
showing at each nipple, and I could already smell that wonderful aroma.



"Now the bra."



The bra was fastened in back, and I carefully undid it and freed her
confined breasts. Stepping back in front of her, I found myself attracted
against my will to her huge tits.



"Lift them, feel what you don't have." She ordered, knowing that I was
being affected.



Following her orders I cupped the undersides of her softball sized
globes and gently hefted them. The tiny bit of her milk that dribbled from
each of her nipples was enough to excite in my body the memory of my
previous experiences with her milk. I found myself being drawn to her
chest. As I touched those perfect globes I found myself wanting more and
more to suckle like a child.



"You want to taste my milk, don't you sister? You need it, you need to
soothed by my power. Go ahead, drink from my tit." She urged me.



I couldn't hold out any longer, my mouth dove to her nipple. As I began
to suckle, once more her power took ahold of me. In an instant, the person
I hated most in the world became the complete focus of my attention. Under
the influence of her milk I loved her with every fibre of my being. I was
like a child, helpless, eager to suckle at its mothers teat. Nora let me
taste only a tiny bit of her milk before pushing my head away. Helpless
before her, I sank to my knees. Looking down at me she just laughed. Even
as she laughed at me, I wished only to please this omnipotent being, this
goddess before me. And she knew that, she gloried in the totality of her
power as she laughed at my pathetic state.



I hated my sister more than ever, but I was unable to resist her. I was
just too weak. Seeing Jessica die had done something to me. Once more I
was my sister's servant, and I was completely cowed, I was Nora's willing
plaything. Day in and day out I served my sister's every whim. It was
like the will to resist her had drained out of me as Jessica's life drained
out of her. As many days passed, blending together in my memory, I was a
better slave than ever.



I was so submissive to Nora's will, so totally under her power, that she
began to grow careless. She was so sure that my will was broken that she
didn't worry about me at all. For the most part, she was right. I had
chances, here and there, to attempt escape once more, but I was too
frightened of her to even think about it. I was completely broken, I was
her little toy.



I was so beaten down that I couldn't even think about disobeying her, at
least almost.



It was a Sunday morning and Nora was asleep in her bed. I, of course,
was laying on the floor at the foot of the bed. My sister had had my face
between her legs on and off all morning, as she lay langorously in bed.
She had spent a long night using me and some of her other slaves to please
her, and she was spending a lazy morning in bed. Every time she awoke she
had me please her once more. She was resting once again and that's when I
got my big break.



A slave rapped lightly at the door, and this roused Nora slightly from
her sleep.



"What?"



The slave entered, carrying Nora's weekly pill and a glass of water.
Nora saw what he had and motioned for him to set it down on the dresser.
She didn't order me to get up and bring to her, and she didn't make any
sound of movement. Just her usual steady breathing rhythm of sleep. Could
she still be asleep? I waited a minute, and, gathering what little courage
I had left I raised up to my knees to look at her. It looked like she
hadn't really woken up at all, and had fallen right back to sleep!



As quietly as possible I stood and looked at her pill. It looked just
like the one she had shown me before, a small, round, white pill that
looked very much like an aspirin. Very much like an aspirin! I picked it
up, glancing once again at my sister's sleeping form. I crept over to the
bathroom and ever so quietly found the bottle of aspirin and fished one
out. I compared the two pills for a moment. They looked very much alike.
Not daring to turn on the water and make a sound, I decided to swallow the
pill dry. I put Nora's pill on my tongue and, tossing my head back,
swallowed it.



I crept back to the dresser and placed the aspirin next to the glass of
water. Lyi

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Monday, July 26, 2004

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2002 by SJTJ (aka Naive)
information: This story is the sole property of SJTJ (aka Naive). No
one has the right to alter distribute or sell this story with out my written
permission. I do hear by give the right to copy, give, or display this story to
anyone who wants it. Changes and follow-up stories should have my permission.
Any grammatical or spelling changes are permissible as long as it does not
change the ideas or concept.
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This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to read
this story. This story may contain violence and sexual content. If this subject
matter offends please DO NOT read. Thank you.
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A Touch of Art (Chapter 3)
By Naive, shatteredmind

Pain flashed through Roger's skull as he jolted awake; the world a blur
before him. He remembered with horror the events that had brought him here.
Richard quickly reached down to check if he was completely intact; he sighed
with relief. But, a shiver came over him as he realized he was nude, except for
the thin woven blanket. The room was dusted in shadows, and only a small lamp,
on the end of Ronda's wooden desk, lit the room. Her office was lightly
furnished, but everything was picked with impeccable taste: from the amber
paperweight on the desk, to a beautiful copy of a Monet above her leather couch.
Roger could tell she liked the creature comforts of life. Wrapping the blanket
around his waist, he stood to look for his clothes. He's knees wobbled and
collapsed. He had no strength. His head pounding with the strain. A small moan
drifted from his lips, as he held his head in his hands. His eyes wouldn't
focus, as he looked around.

He remembered something, but it kept slipping away as he grasped at it. Fog
filled his memory, after being hit with the book. Pulling the blanket off he
probed at the soft flesh of his balls. A dull ache hit him as he moved them.
They were swollen to the size of large eggs. The click of a key in the door gave
Roger little warning to cover himself and return to the couch, but he did, just
in time, as it opened wide. Ronda and Mrs. Bird entered the room. The looked a
little shocked to see him sitting up.

"Roger, how are you feeling?" her voice seemed to hold a little actual
concern. Which surprised Roger, he was sure that she hated him: why else would
she do this to him.

"Why do you care?" Roger shot angrily. Pulling the blanket tight across his
waist. "Scared you'd lose a model?"

"Oh, Roger ... don't be that way." Ronda sat beside him, rubbing his check
with the back of her soft fingers. Roger jerked away. "I never wanted you to get
hurt, my dear boy." Ronda sighed. "That was just an unfortunate accident."
Gently placing her hand on his bare shoulder Ronda stroked his delicate skin. He
really was a beautiful boy. Ronda let the tips of her fingers run down his chest
and stomach. A shiver of sensation, his body tingling with every touch. Every
sensation chiping away at his anger. Roger had never been with a woman, much
less having one caress him. In front of the class it was so different; fear
blocking out all senses, a nightmare of jagged piercing eyes. But here, with
her, it was mind numbing. With a shake of the head, Roger embraced his anger.

"I'm out of here!" Roger shot to his feet, but his legs betrayed him.
Collapsing to his knees he caught the couch. His blanket escaping, as his hands
found more important things to hold on to.

"Roger!" Ronda gasped as she caught him: quickly helping him back on the
couch. Roger blushed as he felt Ronda's strong arms grip around his waist,
hauling him up. Her hand sliding between the cheeks of his bottom as she put him
down. Roger flushed all over. Ronda slowly picked up and placed the blanket back
on Roger's lap "Please, Roger, don't do that again." Her hand gently pushing his
bangs from his eyes. Smiled down at him, he looked so handsome to her there;
half naked and totally embarrassed. Roger's couldn't look her in the eyes,
shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. Her eye's an intense emerald green, with
long lashes accenting them. She smiled to herself thinking, 'he tries so hard to
be in control'. But, she could tell he was a natural submissive. He blushed, as
if he had read her mind.

"Can I please have my clothes back." Roger whispered.

"I think not Roger." His look pleading with her. "You need to rest. The
doctor will be back in a few hours. Maybe then." Ronda never let an advantage
slip away. He wasn't demanding his clothes, he was asking for them. She was so
proud of him. Even with all the pain and betrayal he couldn't help being polite
and demure. Ronda wasn't sure she'd be willing to give him up. "Lay down Roger.
Rest some, you've had a long day." Leaning beside him, she slid his legs back
onto the couch. Roger was in a daze: not once did he try to stop her. Not even
as she took the blanket and made him lie down again. Roger closed his eyes
tightly and fought back the tears, but still a few escaped: rolling down his
cheek. Ronda slowly covered him then leaned down kissing his cheek, tasting the
salty tears on her lips. "Everything's going to be fine, my dear." Softly
stroking his chin. "Everything will be fine." Roger turned, he had never been so
humiliated as today. He couldn't hold back the flood any longer thinking,
'What's next?'.

Stepping from the couch Ronda took Mrs. Bird in hand leading her from the
room, quietly closing the door behind her. It was a short conversation, but
Ronda could tell that Mrs. Bird was well chastised. They were going to have to
be careful, their was too much to lose if they ever got caught. Not just her,
but for many other women in the school. Roger wasn't the first to be kidnapped
this way. Ronda was hoping he wouldn't be the last. She screened all the
potentials, finding ways to get them into her class. After that it was easy,
they were right where she wanted them. Her preferance was to take the young men,
they were much harder to break then the women; it made it more satisfying to her
- she loved a challenge. Roger was going to be an easy one, but something about
him had her intrigued. He was something more then just a handsome body and
polite demeanor. Something innocent about him. Something so pure that she wanted
to protect him. Ronda was sure Sara felt the same.

Ronda opened the door slowly and tip toed back into the room. Roger was fast
asleep on the couch. The Doctor had warned that he had a minor concussion, but
with a little rest and care he would be fine. Lucky for her the Doctor was a
close friend and a Domme herself. She was quite willing to keep the whole thing
quiet. Geri too was quite taken with Roger and asked how Ronda had been so luck
to find one so handsome and well trained. All Ronda could say was that he was
like that normally, Geri was shocked; She was sure that all gentlemen in the
world had gone extinct - Ronda was quick to point at Roger. Ronda pulled the
plush leather chair from behind the desk and sat it beside the couch. Taking the
small cloth bound diary from her desk she sat to write. Roger tossed and turned
as he slept, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the boy. He would
never be the same when they were through with him, but it was for the best.
Someone need to take care of him, needed to make him feel needed. In the end, he
would be happier; it would just take time for him to realize it.

Ronda gently rubbed her fingers through his hair as he slept. His bronze
skin felt smooth and soft, as she ran them down the side of his face and neck.
Slowly, carefully she slipped the blanket from him. His flaccid penis resting on
a soft bed of curly black hair. The tip of his glans peeked from his foreskin.
Ronda let her fingers slowly slither down his chest, resting her palm against
his warm soft stomach. Her index finger sliding smoothly around his belly
button, like a preverse snake tasting it's prey. Roger's chest heaved reacting
to her touch, as his penis started to swell. Ronda slid the diary under the
couch. Her other hand wandering up his leg; a gentle spider crawling slowly
between his thighs. His swollen member jiggling, as he became even more restless
in his sleep. Ronda let her well manicured nails scratch softly at the sleeping
boys scrotum. Roger's eyes fluttered open. Her hand struck like a viper, his
balls locked in her gentle grip.

"What are you doing?" Roger croaked in a sleepy shocked voice.

"I'm doing what I've wanted to do since I saw you in my class." Ronda smiled
as she rubbed the back of his quickly rising penis with her nails.

"Please, don't." Roger said as he started to reach for her hand. Ronda's
grip tightened around his soft nuts. Roger gasped, pulling his hands away
hopping she would stop.

"It may take you a bit, but you'll learn that I'm the one in charge." Ronda
smiled fondly looking into his eyes, but he couldn't meet them. "I won't hurt
you unless you make me. Now just relax and be a good boy." Roger blushed,
humiliated. She spoke to him like a child. When she was sure he was fully erect,
she gripped the glans in her fingers, and a gave a sharp little pinch. Roger
trembled under her touch. His heart drumming in his ears, as her hand squeezed
and fondled his erection. Ronda watched the boy clamp his eyes shut, a flush
running over him. 'How could this happen to him?' he thought in horror. Ronda
placed the palm of her hand on the tip of his glans, her fingers drooping down
the shaft like some preverse flower. Her other hand tweaking and squeezing, the
soft round flesh of his balls. She loved the feel of power, his reactions , and
how easily she manipulated his mind and body. But, she knew that she had to be
careful - too fast, too soon, and he might rebel on her. She was going to have
complete control of the boy when she was through with him. A knock at the door
broke her reverie.

"Now you lay right there." Giving a little squeeze, she let go and wandered
to the door a bit distracted. Roger reached down for the blanket, but froze as
she gave him a look that could kill. She cracked the door and peeked out. Sara
stood there waiting. "Ah, please come in." Roger blanched at the words, but
could not force himself to move. His cheeks turned pink as the door started to
open. Sara walked in. Her eyes took in her surroundings, then locking on to
Roger's eyes. She looked deep into them, his whole body burning with
embarrent. He finally had to look away. A small smile crept across her lips,
already she could see a change in him. Soon he would be all hers.

"I heard their was a little accident in class." A harsh tone warped her
voice. She turned and glared at Ronda.

"Nothing that wasn't handled my dear." She smiled recognizing the challenge.
"As you can see Roger is fine. Please, feel free to examine him yourself."
Roger's head snapped back his eyes pleading.

"I think that I shall." Sara smiled as she turned back to him. She could see
his lips trembling, incapacitated by humiliation. Sara knelt beside the couch.
Roger closed his eyes hoping that it was all just a dream. Sara slid her fingers
lightly across his check. His flesh tingled at her touch. Clamping his eyes
tighter, he slid his hands from his side covering his groin. "It's all right
Roger." His heart felt like it was going to explode. He started breathing
harder, trying to stop the suffocating feelings coursing through him. Sara's
hands wandered through his dark hair; she could feel the large bump on the side
of his head. Roger flinched in pain as she touched it. "Poor baby, does that
hurt?" Roger only hazily noticed her words, fog claiming his mind. Sara's hands
wandered down his chest and over his arms. Roger couldn't help shivering, her
touch was lightning in every nerve. Grasping his wrists she tried to pull his
hands away but he held them fast. 'this can't be happening', was all he could
think over and over. Roger's eyes flashed open as Sara slaped him across the
face. "You will listen to me. From now on, you will not hide from me." Her eyes
were daggers stabbing right through him. "Do you understand?" Roger nodded
slowly. He'd never seen Sara so intense. Ronda just leaned against the wall,
watching. Sara kept her eyes glued to his. His eyes pleaing with her to stop as
she pulled his hands away. Tears started to well in his eyes, he felt so
violated, so alone. "That's a good boy." She said caressing his cheek. Tears
started rolling down his face dripping from his chin.

A small fire lit in Roger's chest, 'How dare she betray him!'. Sara was
suppose to be his friend. Sara was suppose to be his best friend, looking out
for him. He could feel her hands moving down his chest. It took him a second to
muster his strength. With a sudden burst of anger he pushed Sara away. She
gasped as she fell back. Roger grabbed the blanket and got to his feet. With a
quick motion he wraped the blanket around him and stormed to the door. Ronda was
a bit surprised - he had more spirit then she suspected: but she didn't stop
him.

"Roger!" Sara yelled. Anger searing through her voice. Roger yanked the door
open whipping around towards her, fury rippling through ever muscle.

"I thought you were my friend." Roger growled. "I thought that you cared. If
you ever come near me again I'll hurt you. Do you understand?" Sara blanched
taken a back. She could see his muscles aching to strike out. She'd never seen
him this way; he was a totally different person, a person that scared her. "And
you," he pointed to Ronda. "I'll see that you never do this to another person
again." Ronda looked at him indifferently, nodding a bit, a small smile creeping
over her face.

"Maybe you should see this before you go." Ronda pressed the play button on
the controller in her hand. The TV flicked to life and Roger watched as the day
played out before him.

"Good," Roger smiled through gritting teeth. "The police can use those."
Roger turned and stormed out. He did get the pleasure of seeing the shocked look
on Ronda's face. She was sure that the video would be enough to control him;
obviously she was wrong. Ronda took a second to get her senses back.

"We have to stop him!" Ronda hissed, pulling Sara to her feet. "He'll ruin
everything."

"What do we do?" Sara said absently. 'What had she done?', kept running
through her mind: 'had she just lost her best friend? the person she wanted to
love forever?'. Ronda grabbed the phone and started dialing.

2002 by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive

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