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“No!” protested Madelyn. “No! You can’t do this.”
Great-Uncle Benjamin made a “tut-tut” noise, and said, “I’ve just explained how we can, Madelyn – and how it’s very necessary for your safety, growth and discipline. Come along now. It’s time to leave.”
He stood, and so did Uncle Sean.
“Now?” wailed Madelyn. “I haven’t even packed! And I’m not going to!”
“That’s right,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “We’ll send someone to pack for you. You can come with us immediately.”
Uncle Sean had already walked to the front door. He beckoned to Madelyn’s sister.
“Come on, Avery,” he said.
Avery, uncertain and scared, looked at Madelyn, and then hesitantly moved towards the front door.
“No!” protested Madelyn again. “You don’t have to, Avery!”
Avery paused – but Uncle Sean grabbed her wrist and pulled, dragging her out the front door and onto the front lawn. Avery squealed.
“Come along, Madelyn,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin again, and followed Sean.
“Let go of her!” yelled Madelyn, running after Avery.
The sun was bright on the neatly kept front lawn. An expensive black limousine was parked in front of the house, and Sean was dragging Avery towards the back door.
“Stop it!” screamed Madelyn. She ran up to Uncle Sean and began hitting him on the arm and body.
“Madelyn!” said Great-Uncle Benjamin sharply.
“Fuck!” said Sean, as Madelyn punched his shoulder. “Use the device, dad.”
“They’re expensive, Sean,” replied Benjamin.
“I don’t care, the bitch is crazy,” shouted Sean. He threw Avery bodily into the limousine and turned to defend himself from Madelyn’s blows.
Benjamin sighed, and strode towards Madelyn. It was only at the last minute that she saw what he had in his hand – a sort of moulded chrome pistol.
The device that Logan had used on her. The thing he called the “female instinct gun”.
“No!” Madelyn screamed. “No! Stay away!”
But it was too late. Benjamin strode up to Madelyn, pushed the muzzle against her head, and pulled the trigger.
It felt like Madelyn’s brain turned off, and then rebooted. She staggered sideways, and thumped heavily against the boot of the limousine. For a second she had a splitting headache, and then it was gone.
Her pussy began to throb urgently.
“How do you feel, Madelyn?” asked Uncle Benjamin. He had vanished the pistol into a coat pocket, and he now had his phone out and was filming her.
“Weird,” said Madelyn. “Good.”
Logan had said that the gun brought out a woman’s “natural female instincts”.
Right now, Madelyn had the strongest and most embarrassing urge to masturbate.
Madelyn’s mother Stacy had followed them out of the house, and was now watching with concern from the doorway. Had she seen Benjamin use the gun on Madelyn? Madelyn didn’t know. It was hard to think.
“Do you still want to fight your new daddy, Madelyn?” asked Uncle Benjamin.
Madelyn shook her head. “No, sir,” she said.
“You were very mean to him, Madelyn,” said Uncle Benjamin. “Don’t you think you should apologise? And ask him to punish you? Remember to call him daddy.”
She nodded enthusiastically and bounced over to Uncle Sean. How would he like to be apologised to, she wondered.
Well, he was a man, and she was a girl…
“I’m so sorry, daddy,” she said, in a cute girly voice. Then she stepped forward and kissed her uncle on the lips – and with her hand, she reached down and stroked his cock through his pants.
It was erect.
“Madelyn!” exclaimed her mother, in shock.
“I told you she was a slut,” said Uncle Benjamin. “Completely out of control.”
“I’m so sorry I was a bitch, daddy,” purred Madelyn, still stroking her uncle’s cock. “You should slap me.”
“Okay,” said Sean. He grabbed a handful of Madelyn’s hair in his left hand, pulling her hair back, and then with his right hand he slapped her hard across the face.
Madelyn gasped in shock, and then giggled. Her hand was still on her uncle’s dick.
“Thank you,” she said.
Uncle Sean used his grip on his hair to pull her close, and then he whispered in her ear.
“Why don’t you wet yourself, you dumb bitch?” he hissed.
And then he pushed her away from him.
Madelyn staggered back, still giggling. Uncle Sean’s suggestion made sense. Her bladder was full, and the toilet was too far away.
She released her muscles, and began to wet her panties, standing upright. When her panties soaked through, the urine began to drizzle onto the lawn.
Great-Uncle Benjamin filmed it all.
“You’re a disgusting slut, Madelyn,” said Uncle Sean.
He was right. Madelyn knew it.
When her bladder was empty, Great-Uncle Benjamin said, “Take off your wet panties and give them to your daddy, Madelyn.”
Madelyn happily obeyed, pulling the piss soaked panties down her legs and passing them to her uncle.
Sean smiled – and then slapped her again. When Madelyn’s mouth popped open in shock, he pushed the pissy panties into her mouth. Madelyn tasted her own urine, and immediately gagged, and tried to spit them out.
But Uncle Sean was applying a piece of duct tape across her lips, sealing her mouth shut with the panties inside. Then he pushed her into the limousine.
Avery was already sitting on the seat next to Madelyn, her seatbelt buckled. Uncle Sean buckled Madelyn’s seatbelt across her, and then moved her hands to the hips, where Madelyn discovered that there were small loops of seatbelt-like material sticking out of the seat. Sean tightened these around Madelyn’s wrists, and she found that her hands were now trapped at her sides.
He knelt, and wrapped similar loops over Madelyn’s ankles, and tightened these too. The tightness pulled her legs wide apart.
Finally, Sean flipped up Madelyn’s skirt to expose her cunt. And then he looked at Avery.
“Your sister is having a difficult time because she was being a bitch,” he said. “Right now she’s tasting her own piss. I need you to take her mind off that. Can you do that for me, Avery?”
Avery, scared and confused, nodded.
“Good girl,” said Sean. He took Avery’s hand, and placed it on her sister’s cunt, pressing Avery’s palm against Madelyn’s wet pussy.
Madelyn moaned.
“I just want you to massage her here,” he said. “You can just rub her with your whole hand if you like. Just a little to help her take her mind off what she’s tasting. If she’s not paying attention, just stroke her clitoris or put your fingers inside her. Can you do that, Avery?”
Avery tried to pull her hand away.
“I don’t know…” she said.
“If you can’t do it, I can sit next to your sister and do it instead,” said Uncle Sean. “I have bigger hands. She might like me more.”
Avery’s eyes widened. “No!” she said. “I’ll… I’ll do it.”
Uncle Sean ruffled Avery’s hair with one hand. “Good girl,” he said.
And with that, he got out of the back of the limousine, closing the door behind him, and went around to the driver’s seat. Great-Uncle Benjamin sat in the passenger seat next to him.
“Farewell, Stacy,” said Benjamin. “I’ll be in touch with you about your own education shortly.”
And with that, they drove away.
In the back of the limousine, Avery blushingly rubbed her sister’s pussy.
And Madelyn, her brain scrambled, allowed it to happen. It felt good. It was confusing to be sexually aroused as she tasted piss, but her brain was telling her this was normal, this was a natural female thing to be doing. She was so glad she had a new daddy who would discipline her and make her sister do nice things to her….
As the limousine drove, the effects of the gun slowly began to wear off. After a while Madelyn began to realise how humiliating and perverted her position was. But she couldn’t close her legs, or move her arms, or speak. And she was worried about making Avery feel bad about what she had done. She didn’t want Avery to think she had raped her sister or done something wrong. So she just sat there and let Avery keep rubbing her cunt.
And so when she finally orgasmed, a little before they arrived at their destination, she had to accept the knowledge that she couldn’t blame the orgasm on the mind control device. The fact that she had cum from her sister’s hand while tasting her own piss was all her own fault.
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If Madelyn had thought her house was a mansion, then Uncle Sean’s residence was something even bigger. The limousine drove right up to a port-cochere, where Uncle Sean stopped and got out. He came around to the limousine door and opened it.
Avery immediately snatched her hand away from Madelyn’s cunt guiltily, and went to wipe it on her dress, but Uncle Sean caught her wrist.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” he said. “You were just doing what your sister needed. But good girls lick their hands clean.”
He pulled Avery’s hand up to her mouth. Avery instinctively wrinkled her nose at the smell of her sister’s pussy juices on her fingers, but Uncle Sean moved her hand closer, and Avery reluctantly extended her tongue and began to lick her fingers.
It clearly didn’t taste as bad as she expected, because her licking became less awkward, and she ran her tongue between her fingers to clean the last of Madelyn’s cunt honey away.
Madelyn just sat there in complete humiliation, still gagged with her pissy panties, feeling mortified that her younger sister was tasting the juices of her arousal.
“Good girl,” said Uncle Sean, when Avery was done licking. “But is your sister still wet?”
Avery looked at Madelyn. Blushing, Avery nodded.
“Then wipe your hand across her again, and lick it up,” said Uncle Sean. “You need to help your sister get clean.”
Avery looked doubtful. “This feels wrong,” she murmured.
“Sssh,” said Uncle Sean. “Don’t second-guess me. If you were good at making your own decisions, the court wouldn’t have put me in charge of you. I know best. Now wipe your sister’s pussy clean with your hand.”
Avery leaned over and ran the palm of her hand across Madelyn’s wet cunt. Madelyn couldn’t resist moaning into her gag.
“Good girl,” said Uncle Sean. “Now lick,”
Avery licked another dose of Madelyn’s cunt juices off her hand.
“That’s right,” said Uncle Sean. “Now, one more time should do it.”
Avery stared at Uncle Sean with big eyes, pleading for release from this humiliation.
“Your sister is dirty,” said Uncle Sean. “She needs to get clean. If you don’t use your hand, you’ll have to use your mouth, Avery.”
Madelyn felt a humiliating traitorous throb in her pussy at the sudden image of Avery actually *licking* her cunt. She didn’t want that! Of course she didn’t want that! Uncle Sean was so gross.
But Avery complied with her uncle’s demand. She rubbed her hand against Madelyn’s pussy again, and licked up one more handful of cunt slime.
“Good girl,” said Uncle Sean. “That should do it. You’ve done your sister a big favour, Avery. You’re a very good girl.”
Avery blushed with happiness despite herself at the praise.
Uncle Sean let Avery get out of the car. Then he got in, and unstrapped Madelyn. Madelyn shook her hands to get her circulation back, and eagerly climbed out of the limousine.
When she was out, Uncle Sean pushed her against the side of the limousine, then reached between her legs and felt her pussy. Madelyn squealed into her gag with outrage as she felt her uncle’s fingers touch her cunt.
“Oh dear, Avery,” said Sean. “Your sister is still wet.”
“I’m sorry!” said Avery immediately. “I did my best.”
“It’s not your fault, Avery,” said Uncle Sean. “It’s because your sister is a slut. But she will need to be dry before she comes into the house. Do you want to use your mouth?”
Avery went bright red. Madelyn hated the knowledge that Avery was currently imagining what it would be like to lick Madelyn’s cunt.
“Or do you want to use her skirt?” Uncle Sean continued – and Avery practically deflated with relief.
“Her skirt,” said Avery, gratefully.
“Okay,” said Uncle Sean. “Come over here and take her skirt off.”
“Does it need to be off?” asked Avery dubiously.
“Absolutely,” said Uncle Sean. “Go ahead. I’m her father now. I’m allowed to see.”
Avery came close to Madelyn.
“I’m sorry, sis,” she whispered. Then she uncinched Madelyn’s skirt and removed it, exposing Madelyn’s cunt to the outdoor air.
“Good girl,” said Uncle Sean. “Now, wipe her pussy with it.”
Avery robbed the textured material of the skirt against Madelyn’s cunt, making Madelyn groan and involuntarily hump against the material.
“That’s right,” said Uncle Sean. “Now push it up her pussy, to plug it.”
“Up her…” said Avery, not understanding.
“Right up her vagina,” said Uncle Sean. “The material’s not too thick. You should be able to fit the entire thing up there, with just the end poking out so we can retrieve it. It’ll stop that slutty pussy of hers leaking on the carpet inside. Go ahead.”
Avery made a little noise of distress.
“I’m sorry,” she said again.
And then she began pushing the skirt up into Madelyn’s fuckhole.
Madelyn wanted to die of embarrassment. Uncle Sean was right – the skirt did fit, but it distended her pussy. She felt more full down there than she ever had before. And somehow it just made her more aroused.
Avery kept stuffing fabric into her until it was all in.
“Tell your sister she has a pretty cunt,” urged Uncle Sean.
“You have a really beautiful cunt, Madelyn,” said Avery.
“And now come inside,” said Uncle Sean.
And Madelyn, nude from the waist down, her wet cunt stuffed with her skirt, her mouth gagged with her own panties, had no choice but to obey.
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