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Madelyn was blushing bright red. She wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground. She wanted to die.
Uncle Sean had just read the first entry in her slut diary aloud at the dinner table. Avery had heard it. Her awful, smirking cousin Logan had heard it. Uncle Sean and Logan had both looked at the photos of her nude body and spread cunt that Avery had taken for the diary.
Avery hadn’t been put to the same humiliation. Uncle Sean had read Avery’s entry silently, and then handed the book back to her. Madelyn wondered what her sister had written.
“So, Madelyn,” said Uncle Sean. “You say you enjoyed wetting your panties in public on your front lawn, in front of myself and Benjamin.”
“No!” protested Madelyn. “I mean, yes, I wrote that, and…”
“Stop,” said Uncle Sean. “What are you supposed to call me?”
Madelyn fumed. She didn’t want to call Uncle Sean that. But she was uncomfortably aware that she had no possession, nowhere to go, and she was wearing nothing but a thin shirt that barely covered her cunt and ass.
“Yes, daddy,” she said, quietly. “I wrote that, and I guess I felt it, but it was only because of your device.”
“The device is a Female Instincts Gun,” said Uncle Sean. “It doesn’t control your mind. It just helps you act in accordance with your instincts as a woman – to seek sexual pleasure, to breed, to serve men, and to degrade yourself for our entertainment. It’s just bringing out the real you. That’s why you need to be controlled, Madelyn. Your instincts can’t be trusted.”
Madelyn bit her tongue, and offered no reply.
She hated being here. She hated being on display, wearing this slutty shirt – and after Great-Uncle Benjamin had promised that she could make her own fashion choices!
She had hated the way that Uncle Sean had looked at her when she came out of the bedroom, staring at the well-defined shape of her tits beneath her shirt, and the hemline which only barely covered her cunt. And Logan had been there too – her cruel cousin who was the author of so much of her current misery. He had grinned when he saw her, and she feared the promise of further humiliation in that grin.
Uncle Sean had reminded her of her new rules – that she had to kiss each of them. And not a peck on the cheek, but a deep, affectionate, tongue-kiss. She felt gross kissing her own uncle, and grosser still when she realised she could feel his erect cock pressing against her groin through his trousers. She remembered stroking that cock when she had been under the effects of Uncle Sean’s device.
And then kissing Logan was even worse, because he took the opportunity to grope her when she kissed him. He actively lifted her shirt up to her waist so he could squeeze her ass cheeks and grind his crotch against her pussy. She squeaked when she felt one of his fingers briefly press against her anus, and behind her she heard her sister Avery giggle – before that giggle was cut off as Avery entered her own passionate kiss with her uncle.
Dinner was actually quite nice – roast chicken, potatoes and peas. Madelyn looked at it a little suspiciously, but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it.
“Oh, do eat up, Madelyn,” said Uncle Sean. “As long as you’re a good, obedient girl, you can have nice girl meals. We’ll only review that arrangement if you’re disobedient.”
“Thank you, daddy,” said Madelyn, meekly, and pushed a forkful of delicious chicken into her mouth.
Halfway through dinner, Uncle Sean asked another question about her diary.
“How does it feel to know that you were aroused by the taste of your piss, Madelyn?” he said.
Madelyn almost choked on her food.
She swallowed quickly and said, “I wasn’t. That was your device, daddy. It made me think that.”
“But you felt it,” said Uncle Sean. “Experienced it. You’ve had those thoughts in your head. You were tasting your piss, and you were aroused.”
Madelyn blushed. “I… I’m ashamed of it,” she said. “I don’t like it. But it wasn’t my fault!”
“But you are capable of being ashamed of your slutty behaviour,” said Uncle Sean. “That’s a good start.”
A bit later, he turned to Avery.
“Avery,” he said, “what do you think is the sluttiest thing about your sister?”
Avery looked at Madelyn, blushing.
“I… I don’t know, daddy,” said Avery.
“Oh, come on, Avery,” said Sean. “There are so many slutty things about her. Which do you think is the most whorish?”
“Don’t ask her that!” said Madelyn. “It’s gross!”
Uncle Sean tutted. “Avery, if you would.”
Without further instruction, Avery got up from her seat, came over to Madelyn, and slapped her in the face. Madelyn was so surprised she didn’t even try to defend herself.
“You shouldn’t talk back to daddy, Maddy,” said Avery, and returned to her seat.
“Well, Avery?” said Uncle Sean.
“Well, um…” said Avery. “I think the boys at my school would probably focus on her tits, because they’re pretty big. So I guess her tits are the sluttiest thing about her.”
Uncle Sean beamed. “Very good, Avery,” he said. “You can have some ice cream for dessert.
Madelyn pouted immediately. “What about me?” she said. After everything that had happened today, she felt like she deserved ice cream.
“Well, Avery gets ice cream for recognising that your tits are slutty, Madelyn,” said Uncle Sean. “What about you? Do you agree that your tits are slutty?”
Madelyn’s mouth moved, but no sound came out. She didn’t want to agree with that.
But she did want ice cream. And in the scheme of her humiliation today, it wasn’t much.
“Yes, fine,” she said. “My tits are slutty.”
“Why is that, Madelyn?” asked Uncle Sean.
She hadn’t been prepared for follow-up questions. She didn’t know what to say.
After she was silent for a moment, Uncle Sean said, “Very well then. You can have ice cream if and when you can answer that question.”
Logan went to the kitchen and came back with small bowls of ice cream for everyone at the table except Madelyn. Madelyn watched Avery’s delighted expression with distress, her mouth salivating at the sight of the fresh, cool dessert.
Finally, she broke.
“My tits are slutty because they’re too big and they make me look like a whore,” she said.
But Uncle Sean shook his head. “You said your tits are slutty,” he said. “Not that they make you look slutty. Try again. And for heaven’s sake use some adjectives, Madelyn – descriptive words. At least three to describe your tits and three to describe you.”
Madelyn wasn’t exactly a top student in English but she knew what adjectives were. But she blushed at the idea of being more explicit.
“If you don’t have anything by the time Avery finishes her ice cream, it will be too late,” said Uncle Sean.
Avery was eating her ice cream very quickly.
“My… big round oversized tits are slutty because … they make me act like a stupid disgusting perverted whore,” said Madelyn finally.
Logan laughed out loud. Uncle Sean clapped his hands.
“Well done, Madelyn,” said Uncle Sean. “Logan, go fetch our big-titted whore some ice cream, would you?”
Logan left, and returned with a serving of ice cream, and Madelyn ate it gratefully. Ice cream had never tasted so good.
After dinner, Uncle Sean moved them down to couches arranged around the coffee table. Madelyn tried not to look at the coffee table base, carved as it was in the shape of a nude, kneeling woman.
“Madelyn,” said Uncle Sean. “Why don’t you entertain us with your talents?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” said Madelyn.
Uncle Sean coughed.
“I don’t know what you mean, daddy,” said Madelyn.
“Your little TikTok dances, dear,” said Uncle Sean. “I’d like to see this one.”
He held up his phone. It showed a video from Madelyn’s account where she was doing a popular dance trend. In the dance, she held her arms straight down, clasping her hands in front of her groin. The angle of her arms pushed her tits together, and she was swaying her hips, making her short pleated skirt twitch from one side to the other.
“You mean… here?” asked Madelyn.
“That’s right,” said Uncle Sean. “You can get up on the coffee table. I’m sure it can bear your weight. Logan, get those magazines off it.”
Logan took the pornographic magazines that were on the table and passed them to Avery, who stared at them with intense fascination.
“But… I’m not wearing the right clothes,” said Madelyn. She was, after all, wearing nothing but a loose T-shirt, with no skirt or panties. It was hard enough to keep her cunt hidden standing face-to-face. If she was standing on the table they would have a clear view of her pussy.
“That’s all right,” said Uncle Sean. “We don’t mind.”
Avery giggled. “Dance for us, Madelyn!” she said.
Madelyn thought about disobeying. Maybe she would have, on another day. But she had been through so much that, for now, her will was broken. And there was always the threat of Uncle Sean’s device. She didn’t want him to use it on her again.
So she got up on the table and took the starting pose for the dance. At least in this position her hands were directly in front of her groin.
“Logan, some music?” said Uncle Sean.
Logan got out his phone, and queued some music. It began to play wirelessly from speakers near the fireplace. It wasn’t the same song she had danced to in the video, but the beat was the same – though the words were more explicit.
Fuck me
Fuck me
Rape me
Fuck me
Just a slut
Just your slut
Just a cunt
Just your cunt
She blushed, and began to bounce and sway to the music.
She hated it. Each movement made her tits bounce unsupported beneath the fabric. Each movement made the shirt fly up at either side. Only her hands kept it covering her cunt.
“Turn around, Madelyn,” said Uncle Sean. “Let us see it from behind.”
Blushing, she turned. At least now they couldn’t see her tits But they could see her ass – and she could feel her shirt riding up all the way to her waist, baring her entire buttocks.
The song was short, and soon it was over. She moved to get down from the table. But Uncle Sean stopped her.
“One more dance, please, Madelyn,” he said. He showed her another from her TikTok account. In this one, her arms were over her head, her legs were spread, and she was bouncing her whole body as if riding on a cock.
When she had filmed it for TikTok she had thought it was cute, and funny. As she pictured herself doing it now in front of her uncle and cousin, she couldn’t imagine anything more lewd or disgusting.
She looked at Avery for help, but Avery was looking at the magazines she had been given. She had one open to a picture of a man ejaculating onto the face and tits of a nude, kneeling woman.
“Please, daddy,” she said. “That one’s designed for a costume…”
“What you’re wearing is fine,” said Uncle Sean. “I just served you a very fine dinner, Madelyn, and I’m not even asking you to do the dishes. The very least you can do is dance for us.”
“But…” Madelyn felt like she was in tears.
“Dance for us,” said Uncle Sean. “Or else I’ll have Avery change into a shirt like that one and try it for us instead.”
Avery brightened at this. “I can do it!” she said. “I don’t mind!”
Madelyn shook her head. She wasn’t having her younger sister grind her hips for these perverted men. She would have to do it herself.
She took the position in the centre of the table, and Logan started a new song.
Slap your bitch
I’m your bitch
Slap your bitch
I’m your bitch
She raised her hands over her head – and immediately had the urge to jerk them down again, as she felt the fabric of her shirt rise to expose her cunt.
She hated it. Uncle Sean and Logan were staring at her naked cunt.
But she had to dance, or else they’d make Avery do it.
She spread her legs – spreading her cunt for their view – and then began to jerk for the music, bucking her ass up and down as if she were straddling a cock.
With every vertical motion, her large tits bounced up and down. And with every motion, her shirt flew up.
Logan was laughing. Logan was laughing at her. Her face was bright red.
On one bounce, her shirt flew up so far it exposed her tits – and then settled on the upper flesh of her tits, staying there, leaving her practically naked. She jerked extra hard for the next few beats, and finally dislodged it.
And then, finally, blessedly, the song was over.
Uncle Sean and Logan both had obvious erections. From her dance. From her body.
“Very good, Madelyn,” said Uncle Sean. “Now come and give a kiss to me, and to Logan, and then you and Avery can go to bed.”
Neither Uncle Sean nor Logan got up from their seats, so Madelyn had a choice of straddling their laps to kiss them – which she did with Uncle Sean, blushing as she felt his hard cock poking at her naked cunt while she kissed him – or bending over to give a view down her top to her tits – which is what she did with Logan, afraid that he would grab her if she tried to sit on his lap.
Avery gave her kisses to her uncle and cousin as well.
And then it was time for bed.
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