Chapter 4: Catch and Release
Author's Warning: This chapter includes incest and BDSM. If you have issues with either, please refrain from reading further.
Author's Observation: This chapter consists of events that transpired during the preceding day.
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Jo turned to see the trepidation in Vicki's eyes, clutching the leashes in her hand. The pilot walked up and matter-of-factly secured the leash around the neck of the anxious-looking woman.
Vicki, now donning a collar, felt uneasy at the sight of the chain being fastened to her. Even though she comprehended the implications of the collar, the sight of Jo connecting the leash to it lent a fresh reality to her current situation. She and her sister were prisoners, having submitted to a lady they had met a mere three days prior. They both possessed matching collars, seeming like a fashionable neckpiece, yet each had a ring on the front for attaching constraints. The apparel had been purportedly purchased for them by the woman standing before her.
The items in their possession belonged to Jo; her body and spirit included. Should the deal not be fulfilled, their keys would be withheld, and Vicki herself was aware that her sister's vulnerability, under the subjugation of a predatory male, was a living memory of the past and would remain as such.
Feelings of guilt enveloped Vicki over letting this swindler wage a mockery of marriage unto her sister and exploit her, but the truth was that it had ended. She could only feel grateful that her sister had a protector now.
The strangest sensation assailing her was how Vicki had grown to enjoy and understand the daily activities. It resembled the notion of being a pet. Undemanding, for whom the world held no significance beyond making her master content. The label 'pet' barely perceived to be a playful moniker, Vicki now grasped its severity: a pet was the property of another.
Vicki's gaze traveled to her sister's, who knelt beside her. Jo attached the other leash to the sister's collar, and the words resonated within her. They were simply possessions of their owner. They would remain thus, until they returned to Miami the next day, under the stipulation that Jo get both her sisters.
Vicki's gaze sharply turned to meet Jo's penetrating expression.
"On your knees," she instructed.
Vicki lowered herself promptly, grasping this as her duty. Jo had whimsically addressed her as a pet, although the gravity of the term had only evoked when leashes were attached to her and her sister.
Jo dragged a chair to a spot, facing the kneeling pair. She then leaned back into her seat, making herself comfortable.
"Girls," she stated, "we are to attend a unique event," Jo began. "There are no fetish clubs in the Bahamas, due to its religious tendency; consequently, we have an extremely exclusive household that occasionally plays host to these gatherings."
With a casual brushing of the leashes, Jo yanked on the ends, causing the kneeling women to lean forward and support themselves with their hands on the floor, despite remaining seated on their haunches.
"For me, this is about prestige and bragging rights," Jo elucidated. "Despite the party's exclusivity, it will have fewer guests than usual. Nonetheless, the ones present are individuals of utmost importance to me. Do you grasp our situation?"
"Yes, Master," both women replied in quick succession.
"Excellent girls," Jo praised, her tone satisfied. "Then I expect absolute obedience from you both." Her hand, possessing firm control, tightened its grip on the leashes. "You will be the night's focal point. Your beauty, not to mention the unconventional fact of siblings being presented, are what will garner the most interest. I've earned a reputation as an individual who brings the most desirable and compliant women, and you two will only complement this status."
Vicki, with mixed feelings, regarded the scenario. She'd long since comprehended her sister's colloquy, fully grasping how she had willingly accepted her degradation. However, the realization that she would be a centrepiece at the party discomforted her.
The pilot withdrew her attention from her captives and anticipated to head out, giving them orders to follow her silently. Vicki balked, not at the prospect of being led around, but at the very idea of parading through the boat - on a leash.
Karen bowed on all fours and prepared to traverse toward the door; Vicki, however, hesitated. Jo approached and inquired with a slight frown.
"If we are unable to leave the room, pet," Jo said, "this night may be endless."
"Please, Jo... Sir," Vicki begged desperately. "Please, not aboard the ship."
"This is precisely what I'm talking about, Vicki," she admonished sternly. "There should be no defiance in your demeanor. Trust me, please. You are safe with me."
Vicki gazed down, her heart racing.
"Yes, Master," she whispered timidly.
"Excellent girl," Jo cooed in a kinder tone. [End of paraphrase]
The tall lady swiveled back and marched toward the entrance, her sibling duo mimicking her movements. They moved just a few steps when Jo stopped, her attention drawn to the females on their knees with palms pressed on the ground. Yes, this affair would be something spectacular.
"Stand up, ladies," the woman commanded with an almost regal bearing.
Both girls appeared bewildered but complied with the request, clambering to their feet. Jo then freed them of their bonds, deprecating. "I never had intentions to lead you through my vessel, unless discipline was necessary. This was just a practice to confirm obedience. Vicki, you aced it."
"Thank you, Ma'am," Karen chirped back with a smile.
Composing herself, Jo faced Vicki. "I'll stress this—you must have faith in me. Do you trust me?"
Vicki took a moment to consider the proposition. Had she ever been harmed by the woman? No. And, much to her embarrassment, Vicki had derived pleasure from their past interactions. So, she returned the woman's penetrative stare.
"Yes, Ma'am. I place trust in you," she admitted.
The woman beamed at her response and refocused her directions toward the door.
Soon after, the trio exited what seemed like a compact cart and Jo reimbursed the driver, pinching him twice on the cheek for some screwy reason. In the distance lay a C-shaped wall punctured by a beautiful wrought iron arch which led to a weathered stone pathway. The home, boasting the shade of delicate sunflowers, was set farther back, smothered by tropical foliage.
The versatile violet arch led to double wooden doors—polished shining dark timber with transparent panes. As the bell dinged, a different female burst forth, dominating the entrance with an ensemble akin to a bikini and dress. The costume flaunted fish scale patterns in black and combined brilliant shades of plant life. The chest bore a small piece of material linking the breasts to the skirt. A long strip of fabric elongated her leg through a slit on one side, creating a suggestive flash. Her complexion was that of a native's—a burnished bronze—and she exuded an air of liberation emphasizing the grandeur of Egyptian royalty.
The woman noticed Jo, delight flitting through her face. She embraced her briskly before displaying the slaves. "Captain Ellis!" the woman breathed, her tone laced with admiration. "You indulge me! Who are these lovely creatures?"
Jo didn't answer in words; she merely lifted an eyebrow—a reaction totally different from a wink. The woman roared with happiness before urging the pilot toward the home's interior, her leashes pulled tightly by their owners.
Inside the dwelling was comparatively roomy but featured a regular suburban design. Yellow stucco plastering covered the walls adorned with white trims. One could stalk down a masterful hallway leading to a den on one side and a kitchen on the other. The sight unveiled a gorgeous awe-inspiring panorama of the ocean outside, glimpsed through large windows about two hundred yards away.
Upon entering the den, the ladies faced another couple lounging. Closely perched on a sofa, a gentlemen sporting a suit with the breeze whistling slightly beside her. At his feet lay a collared woman in an ethereal sea-blue material. Her pattern matched a modification of the well-known I Dream of Jeannie television shows. They spied the newcomers and tilted their heads, observing the brunette and her passengers.
On the opposite side of the seating arrangement, a svelte female sat cross-legged, flippantly stroking the head of a seated man only in a bikini and a leather mask that deceitfully hid his face. The couple shared mutual comprehension as they locked eyes with their arrivals.
Vicki felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment as her near-naked, collar-clad state became apparent. The discomfort of revealing her vulnerability in front of strangers was vastly different from the privacy of a cabin room on the ship. Karen shared this feeling, but beneath the shame was an intense arousal.
"I'd like to introduce you to one of my good friends, Captain Josephine Ellis," the hostess declared, maintaining a formal tone.
The man in the suit stood up and stretched out his hand, preparing to greet Jo.
"And I believe you and the woman with the dog are already acquainted," she continued.
Jo grinned and replied in kind.
"You're correct. A pleasure to see you again, and your canine companion," Jo stated.
Would Fido be his real name? Vicki pondered before realizing it didn't matter.
"And you," the lady greeted, together with her dog. "You have the most wonderful pets, and you've brought two of them this time!" Elain raised her whisky glass for a toast.
"They're sisters," the hostess interjected.
"Really?" the lady reacted, her curiosity piqued. She glanced at Jo for validation.
"Yes, that is true," Jo replied. "They're sisters."
"Are they...intimate?" the doctor inquired.
"If I so desire," Jo said confidently. "Girls, demonstrate to our guests how much you adore each other. Show them a passionate kiss." Jo tugged on their leashes, moving them to the center of attention.
Taken aback, Vicki was momentarily stunned but Karen took the lead, wrapping her arm around her sister's waist. Their eyes met right before their lips. Feeling herself consumed by her sister's passion, Vicki let herself be dragged into the embrace. Her eyes closed and her hands circled Karen's torso. Karen's tongue teased her lips until Vicki opened her mouth to allow their tongues to entwine.
Both women were completely focused on each other, ignoring the surroundings. Vicki recognized the desire building within her that had surfaced during her first attempt at spanking Karen's rear and decided to embrace it instead of fighting it. One hand reached for Karen's behind, while the other wandered up her spine to get a grip on her hair. Vicki pulled her sister's head back, exposing her collar-clad neck. She heard Karen moan as she kissed her sister's neck, her tongue exploring the area between the collar and her sensitive skin.
Unaware of their intimacy, Jo began pulling on the sisters' leashes to break their connection.
"Enough of this, you little deviants," she chastised, though her eyes smiled.
"Aww, Captain," the hostess remarked, her hand straying from her lap. "Why not let them continue?"
"You'll have to wait," Jo responded. "I did promise you a show, didn't I? And never have I failed to deliver."
What show? The sisters exchanged worried glances, trying to read the situation. Jo turned to them.
"Karen, by the pool, help yourself to the open bar. Get me an Old Fashioned," Jo ordered.
"Yes, Ma'am," Karen replied, eager to serve.
Jo released Karen's leash without unclipping it. The girl quickly made her way to the sliding glass doors that led to the pool area. Jo didn't even glance at Vicki, instead heading back to the other guests and sitting in one of the open chairs, pulling Vicki next to her. She waved at the spot on the floor beside her for Vicki to settle down in a kneeling position. Vicki complied, feeling Jo's hand rest behind her neck.
"Good girl," Jo said softly.
Flushing at Jo's seemingly small act of approval, Vicki felt a flutter of unexplained affection. Karen returned after a few minutes, handing off the drink to Jo and then mirroring her sister's position on the other side of her owner.
The group of guests and hostess conversed amicably, discussing seemingly innocuous topics. However, it soon became clear that they were discussing business affairs. The man in the suit was new to this group, and Jo seemed to be his reference for past performances. This striking display was like an interview of some kind.
Jo fed each of them a little bit more as the chat went on, enough to stop their grumbling tummies if not fill them up. Finally, she turned to Vicki and murmured to her.
"You and Karen head to the bar and order yourselves some beverages. I'll be there in a couple of minutes." Jo reclined back a bit before straightening up again. "Don't forget to get something potent, you might need it later. Oh, and remember, you're in control of her when I'm not around."
The pilot handed Vicki the leash connected to her sister's collar.
"Make her crawl; she'll dig it," Jo added.
Vicki stood up, with Karen watching her closely, and when she saw that Vicki was holding the leash, she started to get up as well, only for Vicki to wave her off and point to the ground. Karen's mouth opened slightly before closing, and she bent to the ground on all fours. They had to pass right between the crowd to reach the outer doors and could feel all of their gazes on them as they made their way through.
Vicki felt a burning desire between her legs as she led her sister on her hands and knees through the house. Karen too was feeling that same tingling between her legs, knowing that all those people were watching her crawl obediently behind her sister. This was her dream, or possibly a fantasy, brought to life.
The rough concrete in the pool area wasn't harsh on her knees, but it was somewhat uncomfortable. Vicki ordered a couple of shots and a couple of cocktails. Karen began to rise, but Vicki stopped her.
"Sit down, girl," Vicki rebuked.
There was a hint of aggression in her tone that excited catchy areas of Karen's mind.
"I...I didn't mean to, ma'am," Karen sputtered out in confusion.
Vicki sipped her drink, her gaze drifting over Karen's body.
She placed down the shot glass and cleared her throat. "When I'm not here, you're to call me 'ma'am'. You're also to call me 'Mistress Vaken'." Vicki raised her brows at Karen. "Got it?"
Karen's eyes widened in realization.
"Y...yes, ma'am, M...Mistress Vaken," Karen mumbled, attempting to test the feel of these new titles on her tongue. They felt natural, as if they'd always belonged there.
"Good girl," Vicki congratulated with a smile.
Karen's eyes dropped to the ground, and Vicki felt a rush of pride from watching her sister's reaction.
The two sat in silence for several minutes, nursing their drinks, before Jo walked out and ordered another Old Fashioned with an extra squeezed orange. Vicki couldn't help but note the specifics for later. Later? What was shifting within her?
Jo took her drink and leaned against the counter. She stretched out her hand for Karen's leash. Vicki offered it up to her. Jo took it and tugged Karen up.
"Stand so I can talk to you both." Jo commenced. Karen and Vicki rose upright. "Girls, there's something else I need from you tonight."
There was a protracted break as she examined each of their expressions before resuming.
"We are going to perform a demonstration for our host and her guests."
The girls widened their eyes, unsure what she meant.
"Traditionally, I do this with my one slave," Jo explained, "but..." Vicki interjected.
"You've done this before?" Vicki inquired.
Jo scowled at Vicki's interruption.
"Turn around," she commanded.
Vicki's eyes widened, but obediently turned her back. A sounding whack echoed from Jo's hand as it connected with her backside, and Vicki yelped. There was surprise on her face until Jo pursed her lips in a stern fashion.
"Now face me." Vicki turned back. Her eyes teary but regaining their composure. "Where was I?" Vicki inquired.
"You were saying you've done this before," Vicki repeated.
There was a silence that lingered before Jo raised a knuckle to Karen's cheek. "Karen, you're going to be my prop." Then she turned towards Vicki. "And you, Vicki, are going to be the bow that plays my prop."
Vicki was on the verge of inquiring further, but then closed her mouth as Jo's stare pierced her.
"Come here," Jo directed, beckoning the girls closer.
The ladies moved to stand next to her.
"Now, pretend you're kissing each other," Jo prompted.
The sisters rotated, turning to face each other and moving their lips together in a mocking manner. At the last moment, Karen extended her tongue and licked Vicki's lips. That was when Jo took the photo.
"Karen!" Vicki exclaimed in indignation. "You ruined it!"
"No, I don't think so," Jo countered, glancing at her phone.
She flipped it around to display the image of Karen's tongue almost touching Vicki's lower lip. This seemingly innocent act was actually quite appealing.
"I think it's perfect, don't you?"
"Perfect for what?" questioned Karen.
"My new tattoo," replied Jo, grinning. "It'll go right here." She revealed a picture of her body onscreen, just under her breasts. "I've run out of space on my left leg. You two will link these two sides together."
"You're getting our picture tattooed onto your body?" Vicki realized, taken aback by the idea.
"How could I not?" Jo responded with a chuckle, then put her phone away. "Now, let's get you both prepared."
About 20 minutes passed, and guests started filling a dark basement accessible through a hidden door behind a bookshelf. They were drawn to comfortable seating near a table, with obscure artwork scattered throughout the room, including a Sybian, eye-ring bolts, and a St. Andrews Cross. A small cage was parked in front of the table; inside was Karen, kneeling on all fours, facing the wall to avoid looking at the audience. Jo sat back and observed.
Vicki emerged from a room off to one side, wearing a black corset, black fishnet hose, and black high-heel stilettos. Jo maintained a position behind the tiny cage, whispering instructions into a wireless earphone.
One by one, the crowd gathered and took their seats. Vicki glanced at Karen, anxious and unsure of what was to come next. The last few days had steadily unraveled her previously comfortable life, leaving her feeling both hopeful and nervous. But that excitement and determination surged through her heart. She ignored onlookers, focusing on her sister.
"Turn around and walk around the cage," Jo instructed through the earpiece. Vicki complied.
The heels made a distinct noise as she walked around the cage, staring at Karen who was now watching her. With a finger, Vicki lured her sister towards her, until Karen's lips brushed up against her outstretched finger.
"Get closer to me," Vicki ordered.
"Yes, mistress," her younger sister nodded, crawling up to the cage and placing her lips against her sister's finger.
"Good girl," Vicki praised. "Now, I'm going to play with your pussy the way I want to today. And you'll only cum when I tell you to do so."
"Yes, mistress," Karen smiled.
Vicki slowly removed her finger and allowed her sister to follow her gaze, seeing the faces of the voyeuristic spectators. As they approached one another, the crowd watched in anticipation. Determined by theStrident anticipation, Vicki couldn't back down now. She steeled herself and focused on her close-knit relationship with her sister.
Jo whispered, "Circle the cage to face her."
Vicki meandered around the cage, her heel-clad feet echoing on the hard floor. Karen watched closely as her sister moved.
"Kneel in front of her," Jo ordered.
Vicki kneeled a few feet away from the cage, eye contact with Karen. Vicki stroked her fingers over Karen's lips.
"Good girl," Vicki affirmed. "I'm going to use your pussy as I please. You'll only cum if given permission."
"Yes, mistress," Karen sighed, a satisfied smile on her face.
Vicki undid the latch on the cage and yanked open the door. She approached Karen, attaching a leash to her collar. She led Karen out of the cage and placed her on the table. Jo withdrew the cage to the side and resumed her seat. Vicki made Karen lie down with her legs spread on the table. Jo instructed Vicki to tie Karen's wrists and ankles to the eye bolts using thick, soft ropes. When she finished, she checked her work. The restraints left barely any wiggle room. Jo got up, leaving Vicki to loom over her bound sister.
"Tonight," said Vicki, following Jo's directive, "you're nobody's sister. You're..." She forced the words out. "You're my...whore."
It was no challenge for Karen to echo those words: "Yes, ma'am. I'm your...whore. Your sister's whore."
Satisfied, Vicki climbed atop her bound sister's body. Karen's nipples nearly burst through the lingerie, grazing the air with each movement. Vicki began flicking her nipples like someone playing a game of paper football. The force increased with each iteration. She marveled at Karen's reactions, her hips twitching and grunting.
Vicki formed a pinch with both nipples, yanking them up. Karen's back arched in response to the pull. She was moaning louder now, her hips twisting frantically.
Vicki removed one hand and cupped Karen's sex. She continued grating her hand against her sister's clit, her palm drenched in Karen's wetness. Each time she struck, Karen's hips lurched like she was trying to escape. Vicki ignored the writhing and focused on her task.
"What label do you apply to yourself?" Vicki asked, emulating Jo's words.
"I...I'm my...I can't...I'm my sister's...slut," Karen stammered.
"What do you hear me tell you?" Vicki pushed.
"I'm your sister's...whore," Karen managed through gasps.
"Good," Vicki replied and hiked up herself off the table.
Jo stood up, momentarily, and handed the vibrator to Vicki. She got back onto the table, positioning the roving buzzing toy at Karen's clit.
"Oh my god!" Karen cried out as it directly touched her clit.
"Keep in mind," Vicki cautioned as she pulled away the toy, "if you cum before you're allowed, you'll have to keep at it until I say you're done. Understand?"
Breathing heavily, Karen complied.
"What are you?" Vicki barked.
"My sister's...uh...whore," Karen choked out.
Vicki smirked at Jo. When Jo's eyes flashed an order, Vicki resumed her gyrations.
"Are you cumming?" Vicki questioned in a commanding tone.
Karen shook her head, too preoccupied to respond vocally.
"Then tell me," Vicki demanded.
"No...I...I'm not," Karen insisted.
Vicki jammed the vibrator against her sister's pussy. "Now tell me."
Karen's head reeled with the intensity, but managed, "My sister's...slave."
Vicki threw the vibrator aside and embraced Karen's face. "Say it again."
"I want to cum!" Karen screamed.
"Say who you are," Vicki clarified.
"Your...your slave," Karen sobbed.
Vicki looked at Jo and then placed two fingers in Karen's mouth. Karen's free will disappeared as soon as she tasted her sister's saliva. Vicki returned to her earlier position on top of Karen and the mental torment continued.
Karen's body was wracked by the orgasm, yet Vicki's hand persisted, impaling her with hard, deep thrusts.
"Too much!" Karen begged.
"Then what do you get when you trespass?" Vicki inquired.
"Punished," Karen muttered.
Vicki flicked her gaze at Jo. "Punished. Do you understand?"
Barely able to think, Karen nodded.
"So, slave...what are you?" Vicki jeered.
"Your...your sister's...slave."
"I didn't hear that," Vicki chastised.
Dragging Karen to the edge, Vicki pinned her to the table once again. A barrage of rapid questions followed: "So, slave, your sister's...whore...or prostitute?"
"Yes," Karen sobbed. "Your slave, your whore, your...prostitute."
"If you cum again," said Vicki, "You must to continue."
Karen's eyes twitched at the voice in her ear. She couldn't move for her restraints. Her body spasmed with each burst of Vicki's fingers. The world was fading away when she started to hear the word: "Your sister's whore...your sister's slave...your submissive..."
Karen felt a jolt of sensation from the touch. She was already highly sensitive, but the atmosphere and the energy were bringing her closer to that climax.
In the crowd, the hostess was softly stroking her breasts while Dr. Caplain's trousers were undone and his female companion was giving his penis a slow handjob. Lady Elaine, similarly, had Fido massaging her breasts from behind and had her hand pressed against her genitals.
"Now cum for me, my little sis," Vicki ordered, moving the wand deeper into Karen's folds.
Karen wasn't sure she was at that stage yet, but something in her sister's voice and the mood was taking her to the edge of that culmination.
"Fuck, I'm...cumming!" she exclaimed in astonishment.
"What are you, slut?" Vicki replied.
"My...nnnngg...sister's whore!"
With those words, Karen shuddered as the climax seized her. This one was quicker and had a bit more intensity. She had thought her sister would give her a break afterwards, but the dildo remained inside her. The ride didn't let her relax, and a new peak was already on the horizon.
Karen shook her head and thought of what she was supposed to say.
"My sister's whore," she exclaimed with another climax washing over her like a mini lightning bolt.
Only then did the vibrator remove itself. Karen lay there, her entire body tingling and her pussy still feeling as if it was humming without the device. She felt her restraints being untied but had no desire to move.
Then, she was being pushed down the table, her legs falling to either side. Then, Karen was turned over onto her stomach and only her head rested on the table.
There was a lull for a minute before a light smack on her behind.
"No napping, sis," Vicki warned. "You're not done cumming for me yet."
Karen had her doubts that she could cum again, at least for a while.
"I can't cum anymore," she said.
"You'll keep cumming until I say it's enough, remember?"
Karen felt the texture of something hard gliding over her folds, then pushing into her. It was thick, and it kept going deeper. She turned around to see her sister wearing a harness and gripping her hips.
Behind her, Vicki stood and admired the view in front of her. She knew that she was penetrating her sister. It was an arousing feeling to assert her dominance. She gazed at the tempting form in front of her and desired to push it to the limits of its pleasure and then take care of her later.
Vicki started moving her hips, thrusting the dildo slightly deeper with each push. Karen's little cries of pleasure satisfied her own excitement. As the voice of Jo faded away, Vicki became more focused on the task.
When Vicki's pelvis hit Karen's butt, she grasped her sister's waist and pulled back while thrusting inwards. She was elated to hear Karen make a surprised sound. She nearly pulled all the way out and then stopped.
"Fuck yourself, slut," Vicki admonished.
"Yes, ma'am," Karen murmured and slightly lifted her hips.
She pushed back, impaling herself onto the thick dildo. It felt so good having herself stretched wide. The sense of being claimed by her older sister made it even more satisfying. Again and again, she tried to impale herself with Vicki's strap-on to its full depth.
"Take me, sis. I'm your whore," Karen thought.
At that moment, the first signs of another climax bubbling up within her. Both women started their tandem rhythm, the pace accelerating. Karen leaned her head on the table and grasped the edges. She noticed the group spread out before her, all absorbed in their own sexual exploration, yet their focus remained on the scene before them.
Karen stopped pushing back as her climax approached its full potential but Vicki continued forcing it in and out.
"Say you're my sister's whore," Vicki commanded.
"Yes, sister's whore," Karen cried as pleasure convulsed her again.
Another surge of relief swept across her and another orgasm seized her. However, this time she knew it wasn't just for show.
"Yes, I am!" she cried.
Then, Vicki made contact with her clitoris with the vibrator, still using the dildo to thrust inside her.
"Give me more, sis," Vicki smiled, driving her towards more intense orgasms. "This is what you get for cumming without permission."
Karen couldn't have delayed the climax even if she had wanted to. Cum after cum came, and the room seemed to erupt in moans and sighs as Karen's legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
"I can't stop," she cried out in agony. "I can't stop cumming!"
After Vicki stepped back, leaving herself breathless, another wave hit the younger sister. Without Vicki nearby, Karen couldn't support herself and began to fall to the floor. Vicki caught her and gently lowered her into a sitting position between Vicki's legs. The older sister placed her arms around Karen and stayed silent for a moment, speaking softly into her ear.
"You're fine. I'm here, darling. I've got you."
Then louder so those watching could hear:
"What are you?" Vicki inquired.
Karen smile as she rested her head on Vicki's shoulder.
"I'm my sister's sex slave."
The buildings nearby echoed with the sounds of others reaching their climaxes instead of clapping. One person, however, lightly clapped and stood up. It was Jo. A sense of pride glowed on her face.
"I love you, sis," Karen whispered close to her own sister.
"I love you too," Vicki responded.
The sibling pair's faces bore towards each other, their gentle kiss showcasing a love and connection few couples reach.
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On the ship, Jo allowed the sisters to rest overnight while she fully enjoyed the impression of their bodies against hers. In the morning, Jo woke before the others and had already started to pack. Karen came out of her sleepy daze.
"Oh, sir, I should be doing that," she said as she tried to help Jo.
"It's alright, I've got it," Jo responded.
By the door, Vicki was slowly rising from bed.
"Good, both of you are awake," Jo said, indicating she wanted them to come closer.
Karen shuffled over to her boss and knelt before her, a pleased expression on her face. Vicki felt a little more hesitant but moved over to Vicki and followed her sister's position. Jo moved around behind the older woman and slipped the lock from her neck. She returned to where the sisters were.
"Vicki, sit here," she instructed.
The older sister sat on the edge of the bed. Jo opened a small bag and stepped around to face Vicki. After removing the metal ring, she returned the tool to her bag.
"Vicki, remember, when I'm not here, you're in charge," she said.
She picked up both bags and headed out the door, leaving the room silent but with a newfound understanding of their futures. Vicki realized that she had already made her decision regarding her relationship with her sister. While she hadn't been completely aware until now, she knew how to start her new life. She retrieved her bikini bottoms and began dressing. Karen, still on her knees, watched Vicki while weighing her new status in her mind.
"Karen, come over here," Vicki commanded, sitting on the bed's edge.
Her sister turned to obey her flesh and blood, who seemed to possess a newfound authority.
"When we get home, you're going to end that horrid job you loathe and move in with me," Vicki said.
"What?" asked Karen, trying to grasp her new situation.
"Did I not make myself clear, ... whore?" Vicki asked, maintaining a kind tone.
As Karen let her mind process the orders given and her new role, Vicki recalled having dreamed about this sort of relationship with her sister.
"Yes, mistress," she answered, unsure of the tears building in her eyes.
Karen looked at the one who previously collared her sister but resisted the urge for an emotional outburst, choosing silence instead. Vicki traced her face, revealing the dominance she relished.
"When did you become my sister's dominatrix?" she asked, inquiring what she'd long hoped for.
"I'm my sister's sex slave," Karen responded, attempting to keep her emotions in check.
Karen was about to make her way back to her spot before Vicki raised a brow, reminding her of her position.
"Crawl," Vicki declared.
Confused, Karen moved onto her hands and knees and returned to the foot of the bed.
"When we return home, you will live with me and fulfill my needs as my responsible overseer."
The realization of her new role brimmed with love and domination she had craved.
"Yes, mistress," Karen agreed.
Yet another heavy breath escaped her lips. Karen faced away, questioning if she should cry joy or sorrow at the life she had been given: a stable job and the chance to live with the sister she adored.
"What are you?" asked Vicki.
"I'm my sister's sex slave," responded her servile sibling, genuinely content with their new relationship.
Read also:
- A Thrilling Excursion
- The One-Way Voyage (Day Zero)
- One Purpose, Her Pleasure Ch. 03
- What We Have to Lose
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