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The inside of Uncle Sean’s house was even grander and more expensive than Madelyn’s own home. The main entryway had a double stairway leading upwards to a second storey, but Uncle Sean immediately led the two girls off to one side, into a large drawing room with expensive wood flooring and panelling and long leather lounges.
The room was dominated by a huge photo, much like the one in the entryway of Madelyn’s home. And just like at home, the photo depicted Madelyn’s mother. In this photo, Stacy was completely nude, and kneeling and masturbating. Her mouth was open, like a panting dog, and her face and breasts were covered with what was obviously semen. It was more than one man could produce – it was clear that several men had ejaculated over her.
The furniture, too, had a sexual theme. The lampstands in the room were sculpted like naked women. The coffee table was a sheet of thick glass, born on the back of a wooden carving of a nude naked woman on all fours, her tits hanging downwards.
A customised ashtray holder sat on the table, which took the form of a nude woman lying on her back with her legs spread. The ashtray itself was atop her face, obscuring her from the tits up, and the space between her spread legs was clearly designed for ashing out cigarettes, so that one would push their lit cigarette into her cunt to extinguish it.
Overhead, the light fittings hung from another carving of a nude woman. This one was carved so as to appear in bondage, her arms and legs bound behind her, her breasts pointing downwards. Her face was carved in an expression of anguish, and the light fittings were connected to her so as to appear to be hanging from piercings in her clitoris and nipples.
An array of pornographic magazines were spread on the table. The uppermost one was titled “BITCH TAMER” and showed a nude woman in a pet cage.
As Madelyn surveyed all this, Great-Uncle Benjamin came in behind them, having parked the limousine, and looked at the two sad, sorry, humiliated young women.
“Honestly, Madelyn, stop being a whore,” he said. “Take your panties out of your mouth and put them back on.”
Madelyn looked nervously at Uncle Sean for permission.
Benjamin sighed, walked across to Madelyn, and ripped the duct tape from her mouth. Then he pulled the wet panties out of her mouth and gave them to her.
“Don’t look to your daddy for permission,” he said to her. “A man is speaking. Do as you’re told.”
Madelyn reached down to pull her skirt out of her pussy, but Benjamin slapped at her hand.
“No one said anything about your skirt,” he said. “Just put the panties on.”
Blushing, Madelyn pulled the wet panties up her legs and snugged them into place over her groin, with her skirt still stuffed up her fuckhole.
“All right, girls,” said Benjamin. “Let’s talk about the rules for your new life in my son’s house. Number one: you are to call Sean ‘daddy’, and you are to refer to me as ‘sir’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said Avery immediately.
A moment later, Madelyn copied her.
“Yes, sir,” she said, sullenly.
“You need to understand,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin, “that all the things you are accustomed to in your life are not rights, but privileges. You have no rights. And if you abuse your privileges, they can and will be taken away from you. Privileges include eating, wearing clothes, and using the toilet . Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said both girls.
“The second rule is that you will get along with the other people in this house,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “There will be no bitchiness. There will be no snark or sarcasm. There will be no passive aggression. These things will get you punished. That goes between you girls – I expect each of you to be loving and friendly with your sister at all times. Do you understand?”
Madelyn didn’t feel inclined to be nice to Uncle Sean or Great-Uncle Benjamin, but being nice to Avery would be no problem, at least.
“Yes, sir,” she said. Avery chorused the reply along with her.
“Getting along means being affectionate,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “When you see your daddy, or your new brother Logan, or your sister after an extended period – such as first thing in the morning, or after they have left the house and returned – you will greet them by hugging them, and kissing them on the lips, using your tongue. You will be enthusiastic in this. Do you understand?”
“But… they’re all *related* to me!” objected Madelyn. “It’s… incest, isn’t it? It’s gross.”
Sean stepped forward immediately and slapped Madelyn across the face. She squealed.
“Don’t talk to us about what is or is not perverted, young lady,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “You already seduced young Logan, and sucked his cock, and I believe you even tasted his piss. I’m not inclined to hear your objections about merely affectionately kissing the people you’re required to live with. You’ll do as you’re told, or you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said Madelyn, pouting.
“You will also greet any visitor to the house in this way, male or female,” added Great-Uncle Benjamin. “Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“The third rule is that you will dress attractively,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “Now, I accept that both you young ladies have an affinity for teen fashion, which your daddy does not necessarily possess, so you will be allowed to choose your own outfits from the clothes available to you. But I expect you to dress at all times – whether around the house or out in public – in a way that is pleasing to male eyes. You should dress so that a man looking at you would want to fuck you. If you fail to meet that standard, your privileges will be reassessed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” they answered.
Great-Uncle Benjamin looked at Sean.
“Sean, if you would provide them with the diaries and cameras, please?” he said.
Sean pulled out two pink journals and put them on the table – and with them, he placed a pair of Polaroid cameras. The journals were labelled on the front in bright, happy letters. One read “Madelyn’s Slut Diary” and the other read “Avery’s Slut Diary”.
“This is rule four,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “You have been placed in Sean’s care because of your whorish and perverted behaviour. Correcting you will require properly understanding that behaviour. From now on, you are to document all your sexual behaviour in these diaries. You will make a note of any time you become aroused, any time you have a sexual fantasy, and any sexual activity you engage in including masturbation. You do not have to note down when you kiss Sean, or Logan, or your sister – unless you become aroused by it, in which case I expect to see it there.”
Madelyn drew back in horror, and opened her mouth to object again – but then closed it, remembering the slap.
“Each evening you will show your diaries to Uncle Sean for him to read,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “If he detects any lies or omissions, you will be severely punished.”
He paused, and said, “Obviously we cannot see inside your heads, but you are teen girls, and we know you *do* have sexual fantasies, on a daily basis, and you *will* become sexually aroused frequently whether you want to or not, so if we don’t see a realistic number of perverted fantasies and wet cunts documented, we will assume you are being untruthful.”
“What are the cameras for?” asked Avery.
“Oh, yes,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “Inside the diaries you will see that the right-hand pages are ruled up for you to document your behaviour, but the left-hand pages have a space for a picture. When you retire to your bedroom, you will each take a photo of your naked body and attach it to the inside cover, to make it clear who the diary belongs to. Then, on each subsequent day, you will spread your legs and photograph your naked cunt and attach it to the page for that day.”
The girls clearly didn’t understand, so Great-Uncle Benjamin went on.
“There’s research on this,” he said. “For perverted young women, it can be hard to change their behaviour if they inherently think of themselves as nice and well-behaved. Looking at multiple pictures of your cunt each day will help you to think of yourself as a person whose behaviour is mainly centred around the idea of pleasuring your pussy, which will help with your treatment.”
Madelyn still didn’t really understand, but she said, “Yes, sir.”
“Rule five is that you will not leave the house without permission,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “Rule six is that you will do the housework that Sean assigns to you. Rule seven is that you will attend the Stenway Academy for your further education, and complete any homework assigned to you.”
Madelyn shuddered. The Stenway Academy sounded awful.
“And rule eight is that your use of phones and the internet will be regulated by your daddy, Sean,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “For the time being, you will have no access to your phones at all. Once you have settled in, you will get your phones back, but first you will provide Sean with the passwords to all your accounts, and allow him to install some monitoring software on your devices. And at that time, there will be a discussion about your social media, Madelyn, and how you can use it more appropriately.”
“But my social media is *valuable*!” Madelyn cried out. “I’m *famous*! People send me money! If I don’t use my phone, I’ll lose fans!”
Great-Uncle Benjamin frowned.
“Avery,” he said, “slap your sister across the face for being a difficult bitch.”
Avery’s eyes widened.
“Go on,” said Benjamin. “Either you can slap her, and choose how hard she needs to be slapped, or Sean will do it, and genuinely hurt her. Your choice, Avery.”
“I’m sorry, Maddy,” squeaked Avery – and slapped Madelyn.
It wasn’t hard at all – but it still made Madelyn gasp.
“I expect you girls to be active in disciplining each other when you don’t live up to the standards I expect from you,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “Now, Madelyn, what did you do wrong just now?”
Madelyn knew, but she didn’t want to say it.
When she was silent for a while, Benjamin said, “Avery, slap your sister again. I suggest you slap her harder, to help prevent the need to slap her a third time.”
Avery slapped Madelyn. This time it actually hurt.
“What did you do wrong, Madelyn?” asked Great-Uncle Benjamin.
“I talked back to you,” said Madelyn, in a sullen tone. “I argued with you.”
“That’s right,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “I don’t want to see you arguing with *any* man, let alone me or your daddy. Now thank your sister for disciplining you.”
“Thank you for slapping me, Avery,” said Madelyn.
“It’s okay,” said Avery. “I’m sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologise to her,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “She’s a girl. Girls never deserve apologies, Avery. Any time you feel like you might apologise to a girl, you should instead say, ‘You deserved it’. Try it now.”
“You deserved to be slapped,” said Avery, awkwardly.
“Much better,” said Benjamin.
He looked around, and then said, “Very well, I think that about covers it. I’ll head home now, Sean, if you think you can handle the girls from here.”
“Absolutely,” said Uncle Sean. “Logan should be home by dinner, and the girls should be settled in by then.”
“Very good,” said Great-Uncle Benjamin. “Good luck, girls. This is just the first step on the road to a happier, more fulfilling life for you both, I’m sure.”
And with that, he turned and left.
“All right, girls,” said Sean, when he was gone. “Let’s take you to your bedroom. You can relax, and get your slut diaries started, and then we can have lunch and spend some quality time together.”
Madelyn did not want to spend quality time with Uncle Sean.
But she was beginning to increasingly realise that she had absolutely no choice in the matter.
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