Carol was thrown up against the toilet door, it swung inward and Carol's head struck the white washed walls of the old toilet. The leather-clad woman was laughing as she pushed Carol's tits up against the wall. The woman lifted the back of Carol's skirt and forced her hand between Carol's arse cheeks, thumbing her anus before she forced her fingers into Carol's cunt. Carol struggled violently but the woman spun her around and kneed Carol in the groin. The woman pushed Carol down on to the toilet seat and laughing the woman unfastened her leather pants and pushed them down to her knees. Thrusting her hairy pubic mound into Carol's face, she yelled, "Come on you old bag, suck my cunt before I piss on you!" The woman grabbed Carol's hair and forced her mouth onto her cunt, the acrid smell of the woman's cunt was overpowering and Carol almost vomited. "Suck Now!" the woman yelled and Carol began to cry as her tongue tentatively touched the dyke's clit, the taste even more repugnant than the smell. The woman reached down and squeezed Carol's tit, the pain was unbearable, as the woman yelled, "I said suck! Now suck it hard!"
Just as Carol resigned herself to sucking the dyke's cunt, two girls entered the toilet and the woman turned her head to look at them, Carol, seizing the opportunity pushed the woman as hard as she could and dived for the door. The woman toppled sideways and there was a loud ripping sound as her leather pants tore. Carol bounced against the toilet door and ricocheted into a large black girl and Carol fell to the floor as the second girl screamed with laughter. As Carol got up and ran for the door, she heard the dyke yell, "You'll pay for this whore, I'll cut your face wide open!"
Carol ran through the old bar and into the street, she ran until her lungs were burning. Finally, Carol had to stop and realised she had at least temporarily escaped, she looked at herself, her stockings were torn and her skirt and top filthy from the accumulation of dirt and urine from the toilet floor. As she felt the bruises on her face, she thought, "I must stop trying to find a dominant partner in places like that, but where else will I find one. Will I ever find the partner I need?"
Looking around, Carol realised that instinctively she had run towards her house and nervously she started to hurry home. Carol could not believe she had been so stupid, she was professionally successful and at twenty-five, well on her way to being comfortably rich. As Carol hurried home, she began to question her sexuality. She had had this conversation with herself a thousand times and it was no use trying to deny she was submissive and bisexual. She wanted to be controlled, teased and used sexually. "Shit" she thought, her cunt was saturated and she could not wait to get home and masturbate!
Next morning Carol rose late; she had masturbated several times on fantasies of being someone's pet. It was Saturday morning and she lethargically wandered around in a T-shirt and panties. It was not that Carol was unattractive, in fact she was very attractive, it was just she felt her appearance was always that of a successful businesswoman rather than the ravenous sex object she wanted to be.
Carol was just on her second coffee when there was a loud knock on the door. Tentatively, Carol opened the door a fraction and peered around it. It was her kid sister, Anya, she was almost six years her junior and she was as beautiful as she was wild. Carol knew that she, together with her twin brother, were the most manipulative of Carol's many brothers and sisters. Anya approached Carol, grabbed her sister, and kissed her on the lips, forcing her tongue deep into Carol's mouth. Anya's tongue invaded Carol's mouth like a marauding army as her hands mauled her sister's arse, and then she walked into the house like she owned it. Anya turned and smiled at Carol and said, "Perfect, this will suit us just fine!"
Carol spluttered, but before she could say anything, she realised a second person was pushing past her. Mike, Anya's twin, turned to face Carol and stepping so close to her, Carol felt his warm breath as Mike said, "Well this is nice!" Mike smiled and said, "Last night in the toilets, you were about to submit to a leather clad moron when your sister walked in. You don't want that to be spread around do you?"
A terrible realisation slowly dawned on Carol; she stood petrified looking at Mike. Mike smirked and said, "Now be a good little girl and pay the taxi and get the bags, then we will have coffee and decide the new living arrangements! Well don't just stand there Sis! Go!"
Carol did not move, but Mike sternly said, "Go now, as you are, slut!"
Deeply embarrassed Carol returned dragging two very large suitcases and saw her clothes being thrown out of the master bedroom into the hallway. As Anya left the bedroom carrying a large box, Carol almost collapsed with embarrassment, she knew it held most of her sex toys, but when Mike appeared with her 'Electric Fucking Machine' and placed it on the dining room table, she wished she could curl up and die.
The majority of the day was spent moving Anya and Mike into the equally large master and second bedrooms while Carol was forced to move into the smallest bedroom. Finally, they all sat down around the dining table and Carol poured each of them a glass of wine. Anya began examining the contents of the toy box, while Mike plugged in the fucking machine and played with its controls. Carol was beside herself with embarrassment as the mechanical penis moved back and forth in front of the trio. Carol's embarrassment increased as Anya emptied the contents of the toy box, laying bare all Carols past and present fetishes. There were manacles; remnants of Carol's self-bondage fetish, an enema bag evidencing Carol's desire for humiliation and of course a wide variety of clamps, gags and dildos.
