The following is a work of fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. It is completely written and owned by me, OfStarsAndDreams.
>>>> My erotic stories are generally written on behalf of others and do not necessarily reflect my own interests, fetishes, or personal history. <<<<
F/f/f, M/f. Slavery. Nonconsensual. Incest (Mother/daughter, sister/sister, Uncle/niece). Wealthy family, collaring ceremony, shock collars, gag use (female), tearing/forced removal of clothes, hair pulling, oral (F/f), auctioning virginity, PiV sex, cum eating (female from female), imprisonment, anal play (female), sisterly bonding, massage, moderate sadomasochism, punishment/corporal punishment, abuse, chastity belt use (female), objectification, entertainment of guests in a polite setting, service slavery, pet behaviors, treats, nude among clothed, body examination, toy use (F/f), slave training, habit correction, manipulation.
Let's begin!
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Amber tapped her pen on the side of her seat impatiently, waiting for her plane to land, waiting to see her family after so long. Until now, Amber had been a student at a prestigious girls school, Oakrite Academy, one for up and coming socialites with rich parents (like hers) that focused on decorum as much as it did writing and mathematics. But now she had finally graduated, only a few days before her eighteenth birthday. She had barely seen her family for years, other than on the occasional holiday, as she had lived close to the school in a small apartment that had been set up for her, under the supervision of the school's staff. It had been rigidly structured, the staff strict, and overall not very much fun, and she was glad to be free of it, and it's rules, regulations, and uniforms. She hadn't even had a change of clothes, and was still wearing her school approved button down, plaid skirt, and stockings.
A driver picked her up at the airport and took her to her family's sprawling homestead, the kind that only wealth can provide. Her mother greeted her at the door, and Amber gleefully ran up and hugged her. Her mother's face, however, surprised her, the lips pulling back into a sneer. "Didn't that school teach you any manners? Pull yourself up, look, you've got dirt on your hem!" Amber's mood fell, and she spent the rest of the evening unpacking. She had hoped to see her sister, who had graduated a couple years before, but Amber had been told that she was out of town on business. Confused, but grateful to be home, Amber passed out on her thick bed, dreaming of her birthday dinner tomorrow.
Tomorrow seemed to come quicker than she expected. Dinner was to be an early one, so Amber spent most of the morning playing dress up, trying on clothes she had brought in for the occasion. Anything was better than her old uniform. Finally she decided on a trim black evening gown, which hugged her figure nicely without being slutty. She pulled her hair into an up-do and was frankly quite impressed with the results.
Amber was disappointed, however, when she realized her sister, Jade, was still not home. Then again, she'd missed Jade's big birthday dinner, so maybe it was only fair. Her mother still seemed strangely distant, and was eying her peculiarly. Several other members of the family had come to attend, as well as some family friends, all of them closer to her mother than herself, and some people she didn't recognize. She'd left most of her friends behind at school. Dinner was still delicious, however, and as events were wrapping up her mother tinked the side of her fluted glass delicately, calling attention to herself.
"Today we watch the culmination of a lifetime. A young girl has blossomed into a beautiful lady. This day marks a new path for her, a new future. From this day on, her life will be different, and I feel honored to be able to guide her into womanhood." There was polite applause, and she felt all eyes in the room upon her where she sat at the end of the table. Some of them had a look she couldn't quite place, and it made her uncomfortable. "Now we shall present your gift, for my young lady on her 18th birthday." Her mother's smile was broad.
Two servants brought in a box, wrapped in a bow, which they placed on the table before her. She curiously opened it, and quickly grew confused. All that was in the box was what looked like an armband, but bigger. It was made of black leather, with a large O-ring on the side opposite the clasp and smaller ones along the side. She pulled it from the box, turning it this way and that, not understanding.
"That, my dear, is your new collar. From this point on you are entering my service. Any standing you thought you had is gone. You are now my slave. I own you." Her mother's smile was still beaming. Amber was shocked, and dropped the collar, tried to push away from it. But the two servants, still present at her sides, grabbed her upper arms and held her still, which only caused her to struggle more, but in vain. A third servant grabbed the collar and strapped it around her neck. She felt a lining of soft cloth but also cold metal.
"Cease your struggles this instant," barked her mother, pulling a small device, like a remote, from her garments. She pressed a painted nail to the device and Amber was wracked with pain. The collar must have had some sort of system installed, like those made for dogs. Amber whimpered, and, breathing heavily, stopped her fighting. The pain was already gone, but the memory was vivid.
"Jade! Come in girl!" her mother commanded loudly. A door at the end of the hall opened and her sister entered. She was completely naked, save for a collar like the one around Amber's neck, anklets with tiny bells that jingled when she walked, and some sort of ball gag. Drool was dripping down her chin. Her eyes looked forlorn upon seeing Amber.
"Faster, you slut," snapped her mother, "Meet your new sister slave. Except she isn't dressed like a slave, is she? No, she isn't. Go give her a hand."
Jade nodded, and approached Amber quickly, her hands immediately reaching for the straps of Amber's dress. Amber pulled away, aghast, from the horrifying sight of her sister as she was. Jade tried again, managing to pull it down off her shoulder before Amber wriggled free again. "STOP! What are you doing?! Jade, it's me, help me! Get me out of here!"
"Oh enough of this," growled her mother. She reached down and grabbed a knife from the table, marching over and grabbing Amber's hair, pulling her head back. With quick motions she began to carve at the cloth, tearing her dress to pieces. She didn't stop there, either, continuing to dismantle her attire, including her bra and panties, leaving her naked. She then turned the knife on her hair, chopping it crudely so it fell just at her chin. Amber's tears streamed down her face, her makeup in dark trails, and she pleaded over and over again for it to stop, but it was useless.
Her work done, her mother pushed her up on the table, sending platterware careening off the edge. "You are mine now, to do as I please. Your body is mine, I made you, I own you!" Her mother grabbed her breast harshly, pulling and tugging, as her mother leaned over her naked body, her other hand exploring her naked body. Fingers found the flesh of her pussy and started to tease and spread her lips. "All of this is mine, you little bitch. I control your life now. You can't leave this place, and anything you do to fight me will only bring you pain!"
It was then she grabbed Amber by the hair and pulled her from the table again, dragging her across the hall. The assembled guests did nothing, despite Amber's desperate pleas, and instead seemed pleased and encouraging. It made Amber feel sick. Her mother, with the help of Jade, eventually forced her onto a large table, strapping her in using fixtures designed for this purpose.
Her mother gave her ass a sharp smack, looking very pleased with herself. "I am now going to show you exactly what you are, you little shit. I spent a good deal of money crafting the perfect slave, and you had best not disappoint me. I demand perfection!" Her mother climbed up onto the table herself, hiking up her dress as she did so, revealing her naked, shaved pussy. "Now pleasure your mommy, you little cunt, or else I'll have to shock you again."
Amber, tears rolling over her face, leaned forward, but apparently not fast enough. Her mother grabbed her hair and forced her face into her wet pussy. How could her own mother be so turned on by this? She didn't understand. Desperately she started lapping at it, terrified of the pain from before. Her mother started to moan, grinding her face in harder.
"Now, just to establish your absolute role of fuckmeat, I took the time before your party to auction off that sweet virgin pussy of yours. Your Uncle John won. It was truly a substantial amount. I think he'd been saving up for years." Amber stiffened, and to her horror felt fingers sliding along her backside, parting her lips. She tried to pull away, but her mother slapped the back of her head, forcing her down again. She felt a stream of cold liquid dripped down over her pussy, then slowly get rubbed in. She could feel fingers being pushed inside her, causing her whole body to shudder.
But what came next was worse. She felt something thick and hard push inside of her. Presumably her uncle's cock. He could barely get it in, and ended up forcing it, pushing hard against her, grabbing at her waist, pulling her into him. She felt disgusted, like she was going to throw up. She then felt her mother's nails digging into her skull, reminding her of her assigned task. She forced herself to keep licking her own mother's clit as she felt her uncle's hard member thrusting in and out of her rhythmically, getting faster and faster, her uncle groaning and finally spasming as his hot load shot into her, his cock throbbing deep inside of her. He pulled out, the sticky threads dripping down the inside of her thighs.
