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.
Anya held up a large dildo and said, "Put this in your cunt, Sis. Now!" Carol tentatively took the dildo and spreading her legs; she slowly pushed her panties to the side and inserted the dildo into her rapidly moistening vagina. Mike gazed as the large dildo slowly disappeared into his sister's cunt and swallowed hard as his mouth began to water. Anya watched intently before offering Carol an anal butt plug, and as Carol forced the butt plug into her anus, Anya ripped Carol's top and fitted weighted nipple clamps to Carol's breasts. As the dildos buzzed in Carol's cunt and arse, an orgasm slowly built and then swept over Carol, and although Anya and Mike laughed raucously; both were sexually stimulated by the pornographic spectacle. As Carol regained control of her body, Mike slapped the nipple clamps and made Carol yelp with pain as her nipples were wrenched from side to side with the swinging motion of the heavy nipple weights.
Anya and Mike soon left the table to get ready for their night out and Carol carefully removed the dildos and nipple clamps from her body. Her cunt was saturated but as she cleaned and replaced the toys in the toy box she noticed a large wet spot on the wooden seat of Anya's chair, Carol bent down and smelt it, "Yes, it is Anya's cunt juice" she thought, but Carol could not resist and licked the pool of wetness! Carol closed her eyes to savour the taste, it was delectable, she was in seventh heaven.
Her mind racing, Carol decided to leave the toy box on the table inwardly praying that her two siblings would make her domination a regular occurrence. By the time Mike and Anya left for the evening, Carol was overwhelmed with sexual desire for Anya, she could not erase the images of her sister dressed for seduction in her short skirt, high heels and revealing top. Carol could not stop herself as she masturbated repeatedly as thoughts of Anya cascaded through her mind.
Mike and Anya headed for Mike's favourite pick-up place and as usual, positioned themselves at the corner of the bar. Within seconds an older couple approached; Anya thought they were groomed to perfection, both were passably attractive and their wristwatches evidenced a certain wealth. Anya signalled the reluctant Mike that the pickup was a go and Anya engaged the couple in polite but suggestive conversation. As the evening wore on the couple paid for a variety of expensive cocktails, not realising that Anya's drinks were little more than coke or orange juice with a dash of bitters to eliminate the tell tale froth of the soft drink. Eventually the couple suggested a meal and the foursome left the bar for a very expensive restaurant, Anya confident that this was the start of a long pleasurable sexual liaison.
As they left the restaurant, the twins willingly accompanied the couple to their home and soon after their arrival the kissing commenced. Anya was the first to accompany her man, Peter, to the bedroom and she immediately lay on the bed. Peter crawled onto the bed next to her; leaning on one elbow he gently stroked her cheek, and whispering, he told her how beautiful she was. Slowly Peter caressed Anya's face and neck before kissing her lips, his tongue flashing across Anya's lips as Anya parted them. He continued to kiss Anya as his leg slowly moved to cover Anya's thigh and as he pushed his knee into the space between her legs, Anya willingly opened her thighs.
Peter's hand seemed lazily to drift down to Anya's breast and gently caressed the small mounds, quickly finding Anya's engorged nipples. He slowly lifted Anya's top and with her help removed it. As Peter stared at the breasts, he began to tease and twist Anya's dark pink nipples. Anya started to moan quietly as Peter's lips replaced the fingers toying with her nipples, and she felt his hand move across her belly, pressing hard against her pubic mound, before caressing her inner thigh. Every move Peter made was exquisitely sensual and Anya's saturated vagina was begging to be teased, played with, and penetrated.
