Stop Enslaving My Friends Pt 02

Stop Enslaving My Friends!

Was originally intended to be a one-off. Given the response it got, and specifically the amount of people asking for Kyle and Katy's story to be continued, it seemed only fair to give the story the continuation people asked for.

If you don't remember the original, it takes place during the summer between Katy's junior and senior year of college. Her four best friends, with whom she used to be inseparable, came together to try to reclaim the magic of their friendship with a sleep over. They intended to drink and watch movies they used to like and indulge in a bit of tormenting of her younger brother Kyle. All nostalgic acts for the group who had sleep overs like that all through high-school. Kyle had finished his freshman year at community college, and was used to the pranks of his sister's friends. What he was

not

used to was his sister's friends becoming his enthusiastic sex slaves.

Kimberly:

Blond prankster whose life has fallen apart. Dropped out of university after her father died, and now works at a dying movie theater.

Kaitlin:

Chinese American, going to business school because she wanted her share of the family company rather than let it be gifted to her male relatives.

Kendra:

African American, going to school Down South. Wants to be a lawyer, and also wants to reconnect with her own heritage.

Kinsley:

The perpetrator of the magic, she's been studying languages and literature Back East. She acquired a book of magic that she didn't understand as well as she thought she did, and now Kimberly, Kaitlin, Kendra, and herself have all become Kyle's sex slaves.

Katy:

Kyle's sister, and previously the anchor of her group of friends.

=/= A Second Beginning =/=

"Kyle," Katy asked in a way that implied that no answer was expected to be acceptable, "why are my friends dressed like that?" It was an excellent question, and one Kyle also wanted to know the answer to. When he had opened the front door, his sister's friends, his

slaves

if they were to be believed, were on the front porch dressed in skimpy maid outfits with little devil horns attached to their headbands. Obviously, he'd let them into the house immediately, his curiosity burning no more than his embarrassment at their antics.

With a heavy sigh, Kyle looked over the four women in slutty Halloween costumes. It was July, so he wasn't sure why anyone would be in costume. "OK, I'll bite, Kimberly? Why

are

you dressed like that?" Kimberly's blond curls swallowed the headband, which would have made the horns look real if they weren't obviously made of felt. Her sizable breasts left considerable side-boob visible around the apron, though even that was not as substantial as Kendra's boob spillage.

Despite her attire, Kimberly didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. "Well, Master, we were going through your clothes and we found a shirt with a demon maid on it. And Kinsley said that if

you

liked demon maids that we should make that our uniform." He stared at Kinsley like she was insane. It took him a moment to realize that they were talking about a shirt that was based on a CD cover, and his expression did not become any less incredulous. It was one of those shirts that wouldn't be cool enough to wear if it wasn't associated with a CD, and a CD that wouldn't be cool enough to listen to if it wasn't for the shirt. It was like a shirt or album from the Misfits in that way. Kimberly's voice became smaller and she looked at her own hands rather than his face. "She said that if we were your naughty maids... maybe you'd... punish us." Katy looked directly at Kyle, and for a brief moment he felt like they were on the same page. Both confused and a little bit offended at what Kimberly had said.

Whatever sisterly connection she shared with him lasted hardly a moment, she scrunched her face up and screamed at him with hate in her eyes. "Fuck you, Kyle! What kind of sick torture games are you putting my friends through?!" She strode with deliberation toward him and brought her hand back as if to strike him in the face. He flinched, but the blow never came.

Kendra's death grip blanched Katy's skin, heightening the color contrast between the two women's arms. "You shoulda just

sat

there, and ate your

food

, Katy." All of the women had changed in the years since high-school had ended for them, but for Kendra the most obvious change was her adoption of new manners of speech that she'd acquired in the South. Kyle's sister tried to tug her hand free of Kendra's, but the taller woman was also stronger, and the struggle was in vain. "Did you really think

this

bitch was going to let you raise your hand against her owner like that? I

know

you know better, Katy. Now it's time for Kyle to spank yo ass. And when he done, he can spank me."

"And me!" Kaitlin chimed in. "Once Katy's good and spanked, Master Kyle can spank the rest of us." There was a general agreement of murmurs and head noddings.

A look of real fear passed across Katy's face. "C'mon guys! We've been friends for a long time. Don't let Kyle spank me! It's

Kyle!

" The identity of the prospective spanker seemed to alarm her more than the potential spanking itself.

Suddenly Kimberly seemed actively angry. "Let him?

Let

him?!" Her curly blond hair and sizable chest warmers bounced in indignation. "We don't

let

Master Kyle do anything! If he chooses to beat us, that's his

right

. If he wants us to hold you down so he can beat you, that's something we're prepared to do." She waved her finger in front of Katy's increasingly alarmed face,

Kyle had had enough. "Stop it!" He commanded, and Kendra immediately released his sister. "All of you! What the

fuck?

No one is spanking anyone right now."

Everyone stopped. Kaitlin was the first to speak. "Understood, Master. Your protectiveness of your property is reasonable." There wasn't a single hint in her dark, almond-shaped eyes that she was kidding. Not even a hint.

Katy vibrated with rage. "

Fuck

you, Kyle." Rounding on her friends, she pointed her finger at each in turn. "Why are you bitches taking

his

side? He's fucking

enslaving

you! You dumb whores better wake up, or you're going to be in some weird polycule with Loser Kyle." She stomped out of the room and slammed the door.

The awkward silence was eventually broken by Kinsley, who looked completely comfortable in her frilly skirt and apron, her lithe body looking graceful and elegant in the ridiculous fetish costume. "This is all going to be so much easier once she accepts Kyle as her master." She said it as a simple matter of fact, like she was commenting on the weather. There was a general murmur of agreement and nodding of heads, at least from the women wearing maid outfits, though notably there was one person who didn't seem to agree.

"Kinsley," Kyle said with a grim turn in his voice, "come with me. We need to talk." He looked at the other three. "The rest of you, put on some normal clothes."

=/=

"Master," Kinsley began placatingly, "I can tell that you're angry. Would you like to beat me until I can no longer tell pleasure from pain?" There was an odd hopefulness in her voice.

After a moment of face palming, Kyle got it together to attempt a stern expression. "Kinsley, you said I own you, right? That you're like, my slave or whatever?" He looked to her for confirmation, and she bobbed her head in agreement. "You don't seem very obedient today. It's

almost

like you're trying to piss me off. But I'm not doing whatever it is that you're trying to get me to do. If I understand all this properly, which I don't, but like, to the extent that I understand this: if I

fuck

you, you should become more obedient, right?"

The brown haired woman waxed philosophical. "As my owner, there are many ways you could increase my obedience. The preferred method would be torture. By pushing me to the edge of sanity through agony and despair, you could break my will more completely. I have brought a number of implements through which you can work your will upon me through pain." She looked at him expectantly, and he tapped his foot impatiently. "Um... there is also advancement through ritual and sorcery. As you accumulate magical power, your authority over your slaves will naturally increase."

"You're stalling, Kinsley." He stated it simply. "I

order

you to tell me if fucking you is going to make you more obedient."

Emotions warred across the woman's pale face, and then she let out a defeated sigh. "Yes, Master. Just as you assumed ownership over me by fucking my mouth and pussy, you can achieve further ownership by fucking other parts of me." Considering the property rights he already had, that revelation seemed vaguely disturbing, and he resolved to talk to Kaitlin about it later. He made a

get on with it

hand gesture, and she looked at the floor. "And um... yes, being fucked by you in places that you've already claimed will presumably increase my submission to you. But that doesn't mean you aren't allowed to mark my skin with stripes of purple and red." She looked up into his eyes. "I know you're still angry with me, Master. You could take out your frustration on my body.

All

of your frustrations, not just things you're mad at

me

about." She looked at him like a puppy expecting a walk.

For years, Katy and her friends had looked down on him. First literally, but even after his high-school growth spurts made him taller than even Kendra and they could no longer treat him as

smaller

, they continued to treat him as

lower

. Even before she'd been accepted as a legacy to a prestigious university in Massachusetts, Kinsley had considered herself farther above him even than his own sister did. It was a strange experience to be treated with such subservience by any of them, Kinsley most of all. So before he steeled himself to give orders he really

looked

at Kinsley. While she was slightly tall for a woman, he was five inches taller than the pale skinned brunette. His broad shoulders completely eclipsed her slender frame, he was physically much more powerful than she was. At nineteen, he was still technically a teenager, but despite the fact that Kinsley could legally buy alcohol the age difference between them felt less significant than it ever had. "Kinsley," he said with as much authority as he could muster, "

strip

. Strip and lie back on my bed."

A brief flash of disappointment flashed across her face, but the brown haired woman exposed her pale flesh in a manner that was neither fast nor slow, yet definitely gradual enough to be sensual. When her nakedness exposed, she gave an unhurried twirl. "Do you like what you see, Master?" Kyle nodded, admitting that he did. She lay back on top of his bed and spread her legs. She was undeniably spreading them

for

him, an experience that was entirely new. He'd had sex before, obviously, but he'd never had a woman open herself up to be ravished by him. It made him feel like a medieval lord. His cargo shorts hit the floor with no gradualness or subtlety, and his plaid boxers followed immediately after. "Oh." Kinsley said, as she saw his rod pop up into view. "I'm going to be tamed."

Kyle got on top of her, his hips between her legs, his arms on either side of hers. "Yes Kinsley, you're going to be a lot more obedient from now on." He plunged into her, his cock parting the folds of her pussy like a knife cutting birthday cake. Kinsley groaned, and wrapped her narrow legs around his butt. He'd taken her before, but this was the first time she had given herself to him. He filled her completely, and she pulled him in with her legs. "Isn't that right, Kinsley?"

The brown haired bookworm screamed in agreement, and then she just screamed. Kyle found that he was enough larger than Kinsley that he was worried about hurting her, but she seemed utterly unconcerned. "Oh yes! Master Kyle, I'll be so obedient now! It's so good to be owned by you!" Not knowing what else to do, he bent down and kissed her on the mouth. She came. Hard. "Sorry that I doubted you, Master. Please own me forever." She clung to him as a limpet clings to the rock. Only after he sprayed his semen into her did she relax into a contented puddle on his bed.

Rolling over onto his side, he watched the rise and fall of Kinsley's chest for a while before speaking. "OK Kinsley. You mentioned a book. What is it?"

"Von Unaussprechlichen Kulten," she pronounced flawlessly in German, "it's a book of nineteenth century German philosophy, sorcery, and secret knowledge of ancient cults." Kinsley lay her head back on his pillow, implying that she was done answering his question.

Figuring that nineteenth century German philosophy was probably harmless, Kyle chose to ask about the sorcery. "I take it that you used some sort of sorcery to make this all happen?" She didn't answer, but her silence was so deafening as to be as good as a frank admission. "Earlier you seemed pretty disappointed that your friends had become my slaves, what was your sorcery supposed to

do?

"

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she took a moment to center herself before answering. "I was trying to recreate an ancient cult. Find a master, a

real

master, to bind myself to for eternity. Someone who could torture me in darkness until I could no longer distinguish pleasure from pain." He stared at her like her explanation had been in the original German. "The magic is supposed to find someone worthy of the power. Someone who will create a cult of pain slaves to dominate and abuse."

"I'm glad you failed."

"Me too," she admitted, "but that's probably just my enslavement talking."

=/=

"Look," Kendra said, "we can't have you back on yo BS. You gotta treat Kyle with

respect

now." She had her hands on her hips like she was lecturing a child.

Rather than contrition, her admonishment was met with utter confusion. "What are you

on

about, Kendra?" Katy fumed. "I haven't given

Kyle

any respect since I was six years old, why the actual fuck would I start now?"

After a short but theatrical pshaw, Kendra replied. "I know you ain't that basic, Katy. Kyle owns me now. He owns a lotta people. Kaitlin? Owned. Kinsley? Owned. Kimberly? You

know

she owned! So if you come for Kyle, you're gonna catch hands from

all

of us. Don't be cray cray, can't we all just get along?"

Katy got a wine cooler out of the fridge. "How long are you going to keep this up, Kendra? I can believe you want to be

someone's

slave, and I don't mean that in a racist way. But there's no way you want to be

Kyle's

slave. He's just...

Kyle

. He's my little brother. The skateboarding loser. All of us were punking on him like five minutes ago." She took a seat and waved at the other seat.

Taking the offered chair, the taller woman went into storyteller mode. "Well, when Kimberly went to photo Kyle's package, we all thought it was gonna be hella funny, right? Aight, but maybe lowkey we wanted those pictures because we thought there might be somethin to see. And I know you didn't want us to go lookin, but why you do that? Sure, he your brotha, but maybe part of that was that you

knew

there was somethin to see."

Color drained from Katy's face. "What

exactly

are you implying, Kendra?"

"Kyle ain't no rando, miss girl, he is packing." She made a two handed gesture to indicate what she was talking about. Katy made a retching face in response. "Now I'm sure you been knew about that, you are his sister. Ain't no way he been manning himself around the house these last few years without you having knowledge to that effect. It is im-plausible." She gave her longtime friend a look that was both sassy and expectant. "So I'm sure you know eg-zactally why we slavin for Master Kyle. His game game is too strong." She twitched her eyebrows suggestively. "

Too

strong."

She closed her eyes and counted to three before responding. "Kendra, if you can't stop being a fuck slave, can you please stop leaking on the carpet?" It was damn witty, but when she saw Kendra's hurt expression she regretted saying it.

"Katy," Kendra spoke as if she was starting over, which in a way she was, "you're like family to me. And now that Kyle owns me, you're like,

literally

family." She leaned forward, her box braids trailing across the kitchen table. "I

love

you, Katy. And I

need

you to stop being a stubborn bitch about this. We're his

property

now, and you need to accept that. If you need to fuck Kyle yourself to understand how much better it is to be his property, we can probs arrange that for you."

"Ew." Katy put her wine cooler down on the table unopened.

=/=

"Kaitlin," he asked, "can you tell me more about property rights and slaves?" He'd taken the Chinese American woman back to his room, and he could tell from the sly and jealous looks of the others that they all expected him to be fucking her.

Kaitlin herself was looking at his crotch hungrily while she began stammering an answer. "Well, as my owner you can um... break me... or sell me..." Surprisingly, her difficulties seemed like they stemmed from a severe case of horniness rather than the abject terror he thought such a statement should be accompanied by.

"Sorry to interrupt," he cut in, and she snapped to attention like she'd been called on in school, "but you seem really distracted. Would you find answering these questions easier if you sat on my cock?" He felt very skeevy even asking the question. It was the kind of thing people said just before they got slapped. And yet, he had asked it as a serious question.

He got a serious answer. "Oh, thank you, Master. That would be much better." She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bralette, revealing her rigid nipples and allowing them to poke out at him from her A-cup breasts. She fell to her knees and her small hands busied themselves with his fly. When she had pulled his plaid boxers down enough, she cooed at the man meat that sprung up to point at her face. "Oh." Unbidden, she gave a few kittenish licks to his mushroom head. "You fucked me into slavery with this, Master Kyle. Now you can do whatever you want with me."

Kyle sat on his bed, and as soon as Kaitlin had shimmied out of her skirt he helped her pull down her red panties. She climbed into his lap and they both guided him into her cunt. Once impaled, she pushed herself down to the base. She sighed and leaned back into his chest, content to simply have him fill her rather than frantically humping herself. "Kaitlin?" He wrapped his arms around the delicate woman and kissed her neck. She sighed in acknowledgment. "Kinsley was saying that she thought that if I fucked you in more places, that I'd have more property rights. Does that sound possible?"

The question itself seemed to work her up, and she started making small but forceful movements with her hips. "Oh wow. Yes, Master. That makes a lot of sense. When you fucked my mouth and pussy, you acquired a lot... a lot of

property

rights. So if you fucked me in a third hole, your ownership would naturally increase." She groaned at the prospect. "Ooooh. Yes, Master, you could have so many more property rights."

While having his dick in her seemed to bring Kaitlin a bit of clarity, Kyle was finding it pretty distracting. "I already have more property rights than I even want. I mean, you'd let me beat you or sell you to someone else, right?" She gasped and made a high-pitched sound that he took as affirmation. "So what rights are even left?"