Salacious Sisters Ch 12

My name is Hannah, and I have a twin sister.

Nothing so unusual about that. Lots of women have twin sisters, but my relationship with Holly went from a normal sister-sister relationship to something remarkably salacious and kinky.

You see, while Holly was away at college, I got into a BDSM relationship with a woman named Sylvie. Sylvie and I eventually broke up, but by that time, I had developed a taste for being bound, helpless and dominated. And when Holly moved in with me, I tried to see if she would be willing to treat me like I was her sex slave.

I love Holly and trust her very much. And she's extremely beautiful. In many ways, she was the perfect choice.

I know, some people will say that sex with your sister is incest, and incest is forbidden, but Holly and I never cared about labels like that. Also, the main complaint about incest has always been that children born of incest quite often have birth defects. Holly and I are both lesbians. No matter how much pussy we eat or tribbing we do, neither one of us is going to get pregnant.

Spanking, bondage, and lesbian incest would be kinky enough for most people, but Holly and I pushed the envelope and went even kinkier. You see, I'm into something called CFNF. That stands for clothed female, nude female. And that's all about me being the only one naked while clothed women openly stare at my boobs, my pubic lips, my buttocks and my hard nipples like I was a naked slave on the auction block and they're trying to decide how much they're willing to spend on me.

It gives me a dark, delicious thrill for respectably clothed women to ogle my naked body, so Holly keeps recruiting people to join in our sex games and treat me like a naked sex slave. Holly even found a way to make money off my kinky desires. She's found wealthy lesbians who enjoy punishing naked girls and she charges them money for the privilege of spanking me, whipping me or otherwise abusing me.

Things have become even more complex recently as I have a friend named Daphne who found out about the lesbian femdom games that Holly and I are into, and she declared her desire to become a part of them.

Like me, Daphne is a submissive. She wants to be subjugated, abused and punished. Holly agreed to invite Daphne into some of our sex games and to punish her alongside me.

And because Daphne is young and attractive, it was only a matter of time before wealthy lesbians wanted to hire Daphne to be their whipping girl as well.

Greta Von Schloss is a former actress. Now she's making a name for herself as a Hollywood director. She's made plenty of money during her career and she's recently decided to spend some of it hiring Daphne and me to be her personal lesbian sex slaves.

"According to her, two slave girls will be twice as much fun," Holly explained. "I wasn't certain Daphne would want to participate, but when I invited her, she couldn't contain herself. She's as happy as a little kid being invited to go to Disneyland."

Greta lives in Fairhaven, but in the wealthy section, so we couldn't just drive up to her front door. Holly, Daphne and I were stopped by a 10-foot-tall gate and had to push a button and call Greta on the intercom and have her buzz the gate open. Once we had driven in past the gate, the gate closed and locked behind us.

After we parked the car, Greta met us on the front lawn. She was approximately twice my age, but she looked regal and attractive. She had high cheekbones; a lithe figure and she looked perfectly poised in her black slacks and beautifully tailored gray blazer.

She was happy to see us and warmly welcomed us all with enthusiastic hugs. Holly and I are identical twins, and she was uncertain which of us was Hannah and which of us was Holly. Once she had identified us properly, she hugged me again and patted me affectionately on the bottom.

"You have a beautiful figure, dear," she said as she ran her hand up and down the curves of my buttocks. "But you're concealing it far too much. You need to get out of those clothes."

"What? Here?" I asked. "It's far too cold today to be naked outside."

"Perhaps for an ordinary person," Ms. Von Schloss countered. "But slave girls are supposed to be tougher than the average girl. They can handle a little adversity. Now, take those things off."

Then, she turned to Daphne and told her to strip naked as well.

Daphne gave Ms. Von Schloss a plaintive look, but Ms. Schloss silently stared her down and within seconds, Daphne and I both began to strip naked right there on the front lawn.

I nervously shrugged out of my hoodie and my hands trembled as I undid my belt buckle and the snap on the front of my jeans. I got my shoes and socks off and then unzipped my pants and shoved them down my legs. I felt the chill of the breeze immediately and it only got worse when I pulled off my t-shirt.

I stole a quick glance in Daphne's direction and saw that she was down to just her bra and panties. Like me, she was already trembling.

Daphne definitely looked like she was suffering as her body was exposed to the chill air, but she put on a brave face, removed her bra and yanked her panties down and stepped out of them. Not wanting to seem cowardly after Daphne's courageous example, I unhooked my own bra and slid it off. It was unseasonably cool for early September and my nipples immediately stiffened and became erect when they were exposed to the cold air.

Ms. Von Schloss stared at me impatiently and I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my thong panties. I shoved them down, stepped out of them and then stood naked before my sister and Ms. Von Schloss in the chilly outdoors on the front lawn.

My sister grabbed my discarded clothing and tossed it into the backseat of her car. A few seconds later she did the same thing with Daphne's clothes. Daphne and I both wrapped our arms tightly across our chests and froze our asses off in the chilly breeze, but Greta Von Schloss admonished us for our behavior.

"Don't stand like that," she commended. "Stand straight! Pull your shoulders back! Pull your stomach in!"

Daphne and I nervously complied, shivering in the cold breeze as Ms. Von Schloss slowly examined us. I felt a soft, wet pulse in my sex as she looked us over, and I imagined Daphne did as well.

"You both have excellent bodies," Ms. Schloss said, "as if they were sculpted."

She circled both Daphne and me slowly, openly appraising our naked bodies. Then she ordered us to raise our hands above our heads.

"No, no," she admonished. "High above and apart. As if you were being suspended by your wrists."

I felt twice as submissive and vulnerable as I raised my arms up and apart. There I was, naked in the cold outdoors and posing like I was bound while this older woman examined us. Of course, with my arms raised the way they were, my breasts were thrust up and outward, as if I was making an offering of them to Ms. Von Schloss.

Ms. Von Schloss took a step towards me, and I gasped as she placed her hands on me. One hand was pressed into my abdomen and the other was on my chest, just slightly above and between my breasts.

"Yes, you truly have a very finely sculpted and toned body," Ms. Von Schloss said as she ran her hands up and down my abdomen. "Such admirable muscle tone and firm abs,"

I began to relax my stance, but then she admonished me. "Keep your arms high and back, and don't stand with your legs so close together."

She placed her foot against the instep of my left foot and urged my feet apart. I ended up with my arms and legs far apart as if I were bound in spread-eagle bondage. Ms. Von Schloss barked at Daphne, insisting she hold an identical pose. Then, Ms. Von Schloss slid her hand lower and lower until it eased its way down to my pussy. Her fingers covered my mound, then her fingertips stroked up and down my exposed pubic lips. My head reeled as my feelings of vulnerability were amplified.

I squirmed, and my breathing became labored as the older woman worked her fingers across the line of my sex, stroking her fingertips across my plump labia and rubbing her thumb across my clitoris. I gasped as she worked the hood back from my swollen clit and stroked it gently.

"Oh! Ohhhhh!"

I gasped and I trembled as she made her hand at home between my legs. I was still cold, and goose bumps had broken out all over my body, however Ms. Von Schloss's hand was warm against my cold flesh, and heat grew and radiated from my pussy and began to spread to the rest of my body.

As Ms. Von Schloss rubbed her fingertips up and down across my pink slit my pubic lips became more engorged and my sex became dripping wet.

My hips trembled, and my breath faltered as she pushed two fingers into my dripping vagina. Her fingers were exquisite, finding all the most sensitive nerve endings and making me moan in a shameful, wanton manner. Two fingers became three, and I clamped down tight with my vaginal muscles, enjoying the feeling of being filled and impaled. I rode her strong, probing fingers and her hand rubbed up against my swollen clitoris as her fingers were thrust in and out of me.

The way I was being groped and fingered by Ms. Von Schloss; I had almost forgotten about Daphne. A quick glance to my left showed that she was naked, trembling in the cold and spread out wide open just like me. She gave me a look of anxiety and her lower lip trembled as she valiantly attempted to hold the pose that our cruel overseer had commanded us to hold.

Ms. Von Schloss probed my moist interior with her fingers until she noticed the look Daphne and I were sharing. Then she turned to Daphne and asked, "Ah, my sweet redhead. Are you feeling left out?"

She stalked over to where Daphne was standing and proceeded to touch the naked girl all over. She started by running her hands up and down Daphne's abdomen, but her hands rapidly found their way to Daphne's breasts, her hard, erect nipples, her exposed sex lips and any other part of her anatomy that she found interesting.

"I adore those perfect pink nipples," Ms. Von Schloss gushed as Daphne struggled to hold still. It was an extreme exercise in self-restraint to maintain her spread-eagle position as she was groped by this imperious stranger. "And your breasts are such squeezable handfuls."

She mauled Daphne's breasts with savage enthusiasm and she had to admonish Daphne to keep her arms raised and her breasts thrust forward as her breasts were savaged.

"Now, turn around girl. Show me your ass."

Daphne did as she was told, and Ms. Von Schloss crouched down and grabbed Daphne's buttocks. She squeezed them and then pulled them apart. "Such firm glutes. And your pubic lips look even more adorable from the back than they do from the front."

Daphne gasped as Greta Von Schloss felt up Daphne's pubic lips with both hands, pulling her labia apart and stroking her pink slit down the middle.

"You girls have delightful bodies, and I've enjoyed examining them, but it's time that we moved on to something more entertaining."

She then smacked Daphne playfully across her bottom and said, "See that pond over there? I want both you girls to get into the water, swim to the far side of the pond and then back to this side again. Whoever makes their way back to me the fastest wins."

Both Daphne and I flinched at this announcement. We were already cold, standing naked in the chill and the wind of being outdoors. The temperature in the water would be even colder. We both hesitated and Daphne whimpered and gave Ms. Von Schloss a plaintive look, and said, "That water is going to be freezing."

"So?" Ms. Von Schloss retorted. "Slaves are fated to suffer. If I don't send you naked into freezing cold waters, I'll be raping your tight anus with an oversized dildo, or something even more painful. Now, get in the water before I think of some miserable fate that you'll like even less."

Ms. Von Schloss was suddenly holding a wicked-looking leather strap in her hand. I have no idea where she pulled it from, but even at a glance I knew it could inflict a serious sting. The implied threat as she brandished it was obvious and it spurred both Daphne and me to rush into the water.

I ran until I was up to my waist in the clear, cold water and then I began swimming. The water was cold enough to be jarring without freezing me to death. Some of my extremities became so cold that they ached. Of course, the faster I swam, the more intensely my blood circulated. I suppose that helped me to cope with the cold.

It turned out that Daphne was a strong swimmer. She and I were evenly matched. We both reached the finish line at exactly the same time.

"That was entertaining," Ms. Von Schloss declared as Daphne and I stood there, covered in goosebumps and our nipples conspicuously erect. "However, it was my intention that the winner would get to spank the loser. How are we to proceed now that neither one of you swam better than the other?"

Neither Daphne nor I had a ready reply to this question. We just stood there naked and dripping wet and hoping we could go inside soon and get warm.

"Since neither one of you is a winner, I suppose you'll both have to be punished."

Holly advised me to try harder next time, and then Ms. Von Schloss insisted that Daphne and I get down on our hands and knees so she could mete out our punishments.

Now, a girl feels incredibly exposed when she's naked and, on all fours, but Ms. Von Schloss made me feel even more exposed and vulnerable as she stood over me, pressed my neck down and forced my knees wide apart. She did the same to Daphne and although I couldn't see myself from the perspective of my overseers, I knew that my anus and glistening wet pubic lips had to be lewdly on display.

"Your sister looks adorable in that position," Ms. Von Schloss commented and then she added. "If she were my slave, I'd have her pose like that often. It shows off her best features admirably."

"Her ass is her best feature," my sister opined. "It's perfectly shaped, firm, sexy — of course it will look even sexier after a spanking. The added color just does something for her."

I moaned as Ms. Von Schloss talked about the benefits of reddening my poor bottom. Then, I was warned to keep my head down, my ass up and my legs far apart.

"Yes, Mistress" I said, and I waited for the first crack of the thin leather strap across my naked ass.

I tried not to scream, but the cold and the wet made the sting of the leather strap even more intense. The crack of the leather on my bare skin stung from the very first blow. I bit my lip and tried to take my punishment with quiet stoicism, but after the fourth blow, I was unable to stifle an agonized yelp. I ended up crying out and sobbing uncontrollably before Ms. Von Schloss was finished with me.

Ms. Von Schloss flailed my poor, stinging buttocks and the backs of my thighs. I trembled and my ass bounced, however that did nothing to alleviate the pain as the leather strap snapped at my naked defenseless flesh.

I writhed and twisted, but I was able to keep my ass raised up and my legs far apart. An obedient slave maintains humiliating poses like mine until her punishment is over, sometimes even longer than that. A lot of mistresses like to examine their handiwork after they've reddened a slave's skin.

I was shocked when her thin, leather strap cut swiftly into the softness between my legs. At first, I assumed it was an accident. She had indicated that I was to be spanked. A spanking is inflicted on a girl's bare bottom, not across the delicate, pink lips of her loins.

But then my sister spoke up and said, "Oh! You snapped your whip across her pubes! A girl is so sensitive there!"

"So, hit her there again?"

"Oh, absolutely!"

"Aaaaghhhh,"

I screamed incoherently the second time the cruel leather strap cracked mercilessly across the delicate folds of my labia. My instinctual response was to close my legs tightly and protect my poor, abused pink slit, but I was under orders to keep my ass raised and my legs far apart. It was a sharp, scorching pain, but as I laid my head on the grass and kept my ass raised and my legs spread pornographically wide, the pain became something exquisite and magical, and it fed my libido and flooded my body with dark, erotic energy. The pain made me feel helpless and owned, and that excited me greatly. My heart pounded against my ribcage in libidinous excitement.

"You're a joy to whip," Greta Von Schloss confided as she walked over and stood in front of me, "The way your bottom bounces, and the sounds you make, it's all very erotic. I could become addicted to punishing you."

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied timidly.

"Your ass is bewitching;" she continued in a reverential tone of voice, "the way it sways, and the way your buttocks and inner thigh muscles tense up is hypnotizing. And the pink swell of your pubic lips between your widespread legs was so inviting. I thoroughly enjoyed every second of marking up your beautiful behind."

Then, she told me to keep my head down and my ass up while she proceeded to whip Daphne.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Daphne cried out as she was whipped with the leather strap. At first, Ms. Von Schloss whipped Daphne's perfectly shaped bottom, but before too long she began to aim her cruel leather strap between my friend's legs and directly at her innocent pubic lips.

Daphne's hips jerked and swayed, and she cried out in pain, but she remained in position. Tears welled up in her eyes and she moved her hips and pelvis in a shameless manner. And when it seemed Daphne couldn't take any more, Ms. Von Schloss came and stood over me once again.

"I can't stop thinking about these plump, glistening pubic lips of yours," she said as she looked down on me. "Thrust your bottom up and keep your head and breasts pressed down to the ground. I'm going to whip you some more."

Her stinging leather strap licked at my sex, and I moved my hips in a violent orgy of pain. I gasped and writhed but kept my legs far apart and my pubic mound an easy target. The strap smacked my poor, defenseless vulva, stinging my hard swollen clitoris and I whimpered and moved my hips in a lewd shameless manner. I moved my hips in a circle almost as if I was doing an erotic dance for Ms. Von Schloss as she whipped me.

The harder she whipped, the wetter I became, and the more juices leaked from my overexcited vagina. I was a being of pain and lust and desire and misery as I was whipped for Ms. Von Schloss's entertainment.

The whipping was so devastating that I was sobbing, and tears welled up in my eyes. But no matter how much it hurt, I was still riding a wave of dark, delicious desire.

When it was finally over, Ms. Von Schloss said it was a pity I couldn't see what I looked like from her perspective.

"The way your bottom churns and bounces, it's just too erotic for words. The next time I whip you, I'll record it on video so you can see for yourself."

I groaned at the thought of being whipped by her again, and then she ordered me to lie down on my back.

I moaned, but I laid myself down on the cold, hard ground. My poor bottom was sore from being whipped and I squirmed uncomfortably as my ass rested on the grass.

"You too, Daphne," Ms. Von Schloss said as she turned towards my friend. "Lie on your back and spread your legs. No, wider than that."

Her attention then returned to me and I was ordered to spread my legs wider and wider until I felt ridiculously exposed. Ms. Von Schloss openly stared at my pink slit, making me feel degraded and objectified, and then she ordered me to masturbate for her.

I could feel my face blushing red hot at the thought of fingering my wet pussy while this haughty, older woman watched, but as a slave, I was supposed to be unquestionably obedient. It was expected that I would be forced to perform humiliating tasks. If it wasn't this, it would likely be something even worse. Hesitantly, I raised one trembling hand up from the ground and reached between my widespread legs.