Natalya's Masquerade
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“Papa, don't let him do it, please!” Natalya whined.
“You're being ridiculous, honey,” Vlad said with a wave of his hand at the eleven-year-old. “Peter has been avoiding your little friends long enough. He finds them appealing, and they're convenient.”
“I won't hurt them,” Peter said gently, but then couldn't help but add, “much.”
Natalya began to cross the room. She knew it was foolish to strike her older brother. And she adored him, worshiped the ground on which her handsome and very cool big brother walked. But sometimes he just needed to be reminded that she did have a will of her own... even if Papa could take it away at whim. She raised her hand to punch her teasing brother on the shoulder.
“Fuckmeat,” her father said in an almost distracted tone.
“Yes, Papa?” the little blonde girl said sweetly and turned, smiling at her father. “What can I do for you?”
“Strip. Suck my cock while I talk with your brother.”
“Yippeee!” she squealed and began to peel off her clothes. She was rather quick about it. By the time her fourteen-year-old brother had fixed his father a drink and the two of them had settled into the big living chairs in the study, Natalya was completely naked. She opened her father's dressing robe and began to suck the huge shaft that was now out in the open. He gently stroked her yellow hair as he spoke to his son.
“She's so happy in this mode, Papa,” Peter observed.
“True,” Vlad said and sighed deeply as his daughter proved that eight years of sucking cock made an eleven-year-old ridiculously good at it. “But she does have a fair amount of power on her own, and she needs her willpower to wield it. Every child in her class follows her lead on everything, and she is quite happy at school, and even here most of the time. These little fights like this, these displays of stubbornness are completely healthy. Peter, you still have moments where you get....Oh, Nati, Papa loves when you lick his balls like that. Good little slut.... If I made her like this all the time then she would start to lose her power, her intelligence. You would lose the girl who is going to be your best friend and strongest ally when the two of you are through your tempestuous adolescence....Stand up and kiss me, Nati. Papa adores you so much.”
Peter watched his naked little sister stand and kiss her father. The kiss was long and lingering. Papa really did love his little girl, in many, many ways. In some ways, she was his favorite. In other ways, Peter was. It was all fair. “She would do it with you, Papa, without the control.”
“I believe she would,” Vlad said as he broke the kiss and steered the girl back down to his cock. “But family traditions insist that the parents use our power to control and discipline our children and ensure family loyalty. Would you have me discipline her as I do you?”
Peter went white for a moment. “No, Papa,” he said quietly. “I love her too much.”
“Now, on to business,” Vlad said as he readjusted his weight slightly in response to Natalya's efforts. He sighed contentedly. “Your power to control is deep, but still a bit spotty. A party like this would be a bad place for a slip. I'm going to give you a little help.”
“You're going to be in there with us?”
“No, son. Besides my Nati here, I don't really care much for little ones. I'm a bit big for them. They haven't been modified like your sister. My cock would hurt them if I fucked them, and it gets frustrating when I'm so close and can't seal the deal. When your sister hits high school, her classmates will be more appealing to me.”
“Like the girls from my class are to you now?”
“Freshman girls are just about right for my tastes,” Vlad said and then looked down at his daughter. “Not a one of them can fuck like you do, my angel. You are, and always will be, the best little piece of ass your papa has ever had.”
“Thank you, Papa!” she squealed happily and then resumed sucking his cock.
“When the girls are all here, I will exert control and make them change into costumes I have prepared for them. Once they put them on, the girls' defenses to psionics will be completely lowered. You can establish control then. With no defenses, it will allow you to get a firm enough grip that they will not be able to slip away, even if the costumes happen to come off...somehow. Leave us now.” He had groaned the last three words. Natalya had him ready. Peter quickly left the study.
Natalya felt her father's hand grip her hair. She loved it when he got rough. She loved it when he did anything. She was fuckmeat. It was her job to love whatever Papa did, and her only source of pride in this mode of existence was in doing her job well. Papa had been pleased with her blowjob. Nati could tell that. Knowing he was happy had made her very wet in her little cunt. She always called it her cunt now. That was Papa's favorite word for it. Nati knew where her papa wanted her to go, but she behaved as if she didn't. That let him steer her by the hair. It hurt a little, but Papa liked that, too.
Vlad pinned his perfect daughter's face to the chair. She was on her feet for a few seconds, but then he lifted her by the hips so that her cunt was high enough for the very tall man to get his cock into it. She would hook her feet around his lower legs. He felt her reach back between her legs and guide him to her little opening. She ran the head of his cock up and down her wet little lips a few times, exchanging her moisture for a little pre-cum. Then, she let go, and he pushed the big organ into her tiny hole.
Nati felt the pressure and the stretching. That was always there, but Papa had done something to her cunt. He knew so many, many kinds of magic. After he had put a spell on her cunt when she was five years old, he'd begun fucking her several times a week. The entrance of his big cock always hurt, always. But it never tore her apart. Her cunt just stretched as far as it could go, and then stretched a little more. It wouldn't tear. Things seemed to lift and move out of the way, and maybe some other things opened. She wasn't sure. All she knew was that if she was on her back and he was on his knees, her lower belly would rise and fall with his thrusts. And it would hurt, but never more than she could bear. And each and every time, she would feel great pleasure from having her clit smashed by the huge cock, from having herself stretched ridiculously far, from having her body invaded so very deeply. And, she knew, she felt great pleasure from the pain. It was all pleasing to Papa, and that was what really gave Nati pleasure.
“It hurts, Papa!” she wailed as the cock slammed into her and her face was mashed into the seat of the chair. “Fuck me hard, Papa! I'm fuckmeat. I belong to you. Use me!” She almost wanted to shout that he should fuck her to death. She had once. After that, Papa had done something to her that blocked that thought from ever escaping her mouth again.
When she was her other self, and her other self remembered everything fuckmeat Natalya did and said, she had asked Papa why he had done that. He had told her that there were some temptations a man should not have dangled in front of him. He got that strange and sad look in his eyes that he got sometimes. He had told Nati and Peter that he had been very bad when he was younger. That he had done things that even Mama couldn't stand. That he had been given the choice of constantly controlling Mama or letting her go, and that he had let her go. Mama never came back. She was afraid of Papa, afraid of all of them, really.
Nati could not say aloud that she wanted Papa to fuck her to death, and she guessed that she really didn't want that anyway. She just knew that if she ever had to die, that was how she wished it would go. Pleasing Papa was fuckmeat Nati's world. It frightened other Nati that sometimes she felt that way almost as strongly as she did when she was just fuckmeat.
Vlad pounded away at her. She squealed and grunted. Slobber ran from her pretty little mouth. She would become a drooling, writhing mess during the times he took her hard, and somehow her pathetic appearance made her all the more beautiful. She was tight all around his cock. He had found a spell in a very old, very rare and very useful book. It could give a girl of any age a pussy that matched the cock that was fucking it. If a five year-old-boy would have stuck his cock in Natalya, her pussy would have wrapped tightly around it and she would feel stretched to her limit by the tiny invader. For her whole life, Nati would be a perfect fuck for any boy or man. But it would only really hurt when Vlad fucked her. That was his little tweak. Only Vlad would see the fuckmeat side of his powerful little girl. When she was older, she would either find boys to dominate, or she would find boys that she truly loved. But for her whole life, she would be Vlad's fuckmeat. That was family tradition. And in their family, tradition had power beyond imagining.
He was near his finish now. Her hot, tight little cunt squeezed and milked him. He did what came all too naturally to him. He began to slap the back of her head, spank her, jam a huge finger in her tiny asshole. In the end, the curse of his family's men had always been that no matter how much they loved a girl or a woman, in the final throes they would look at them as sluts and whores begging to be abused. Thankfully, it was only in the very end that Vlad got truly rough these days. He picked his angel up by wrapping a big hand around her throat from behind. He brought her back to his chest and slapped her pussy hard enough that he could feel the sting on his shaft buried inside of her. She had a climax punctuated by an ear-splitting scream. It sent Vlad over. He brought her face back down onto the seat of the chair, his body weight following her down as he sank to his knees. He could hear the rush of her air escaping her. He emptied his seed into her tiny cunt with a loud bellow.
Nati felt her papa slide to his back and pull her with him. She was gasping, struggling for air. He had knocked the wind out of her again. She should have been used to it, but there was just something about it that made her panic a little every time. When she finally got her air back, she began to sob as he stroked her hair and covered her head with kisses. As always, the reason for her sobs were not pain. It was always the unchecked emotion of their finish that brought her to tears. “I love you so much,” she managed to pant.
“And I love you, Nati. My perfect little princess. Now, go rest up for your party tonight.”
As she walked away from Vlad, fuckmeat Natalya began to recede. Willful Nati returned. She hated what was happening tonight. Peter should not be allowed to use her friends like this. It was different with Papa and her. They loved one another. It was different when Papa and Pete fucked other girls, too. Strangers were just strangers. She couldn't worry about them. But the men in her family were precious, and Natalya didn't want to have her friends realize it.
She didn't want to have to share Papa and Pete with them. Nati's friends were bright and beautiful. Even though she knew she and Peter would never be lovers, she didn't want one of her close friends to steal some of his love away. She especially didn't want her best friend—the all too perfect Becky—to steal Pete from her. Especially since any time anyone saw the two of them together it was obvious that they truly had a thing for one another. They seemed to be on the verge of falling in love.
Nati knew her jealousy was selfish and ridiculous. Her whole attitude was so ridiculous that Papa and Peter couldn't even see it as the reason behind her behavior. But Nati was an eleven-year-old girl. Her heart was wild and unruly, and it controlled her completely. So, while she posed as protector for her friends, what she was really doing was jealously guarding her hold on her papa's and brother's hearts. Like she said, ridiculous. Still, that was how she felt, and her heart ruled her in every moment that she wasn't being fuckmeat for Papa.
The invited girls all came to Nati's Halloween party, of course. She was the queen bee in her class. Where she led, the other rich and pretty sixth grade girls followed. Besides, everyone loved to visit their house. It was very old, and foolishly large for such a little family. Parts of it felt like a luxurious, modern-day home. Parts of it felt like it was some old Victorian house used as a setting for a classic horror story. In the basement and sub-basement, it felt even older, like it was part of a castle or something. And in the rooms at the very deepest part of the sub-basement, the house was simply terrifying. Friends always dared one another to “open the last door,” to go down to the very last part of the house, but none had ever had the courage to go through with it. Tonight was Halloween, however, and thrills and terror were the order of business. The girls had been buzzing all week. Would anyone dare?
Vlad met all the parents at the door. A few seemed as if they wanted to stay, but Vlad sent them away. This was a Halloween masquerade to be followed by a slumber party in the spooky old house. It was tween girl business, not grown-up business. However, when Paige's older sister and her friend showed up to drop her off, Vlad suggested that the two sixteen-year-old beauties stay. Peter noticed with a grin that they spoke briefly to Vlad and then headed up to his bedroom. They would wait there until he arrived. Peter knew the two of them, straight-laced, straight-A sweeties. He also knew that his papa's hunger ran deep on Halloween. The two girls would experience things most grown women, hell, most whores, had never known.
Once the guests were all arrived, Vlad called the seven little girls into the large dining room. He spoke a few words of greeting to them and then informed them that they were going to play old-time Halloween games and that their little costumes, while adorable, were just not right for the evening. He instructed the other six to follow Nati into one of the bedrooms and to change into the costumes there. Even Peter didn't know what his papa had done to the costumes. Papa had spent about an hour that afternoon in the room...alone. Hell, Peter didn't even know what the costumes were.
A few minutes later, Nati led them all out into the living room. She still wore her genie costume with the bare midriff and veils. But the little parade of six ducklings behind her were a sight to see. They were all of a kind, but each was different. They were dressed as Roman slave girls. The costumes consisted of a top that was merely a piece of cloth thrown over one shoulder and spread out just enough to cover their budding little titties. The dress part of it was short, coming only to the mid-thigh. The sides were split, and Peter could see little glimpses of tight sixth-grade asses and even a few little flashes of bare cunny. They wore nothing beneath the soft fabric. The hems of each were trimmed in a bright color bordered by gold.
Peter's eyes were drawn, as always to Nati's best friend, Becky. She had bright red hair and a very pleasing smile. That she wore brightly-colored braces on the smile only made her more appealing. She just popped out of any line-up. Paige, like her big sister now upstairs in Vlad's room, had precocious tits. Short and stocky without being at all chubby, the girl stretched the fabric of her slave-girl outfit so much that the sides of her firm tits were clearly showing. Peter could already imagine with delight the sounds of her whimpers as he would play with those glorious mounds. He would be fairly nice about it, he supposed. He was quite fond of these girls. He often imagined that sooner or later he would pick one to be his girlfriend. She would share his pleasure in exploring countless other little girls. Peter was social by nature. He would like having a girlfriend who shared in his desire to play with adolescent bodies...or younger. Peter did not have his papa's sense of frustration about little girls being unable to take his cock. He was happy just to make them suck him off and to see the confusion in their eyes as he fondled and sucked them, filling the little ones with lust they didn't know how to control.
If one of Nati's friends proved to have the right taste for it, Peter could even imagine making one of these upper-class little dolls his lifelong partner in taking little girls' innocence. Natalya had been silly in worrying about these girls with him. These were not the ones he would truly debase and humiliate. He adored them and wanted to get to know them better. He wanted to share at least part of his life with them. And with Becky... well, that was likely something more.
“Welcome, slave girls to the Imperial Palace. I am your Emperor. You have been chosen because you are the most comely young wenches in Rome. But you must first pass the tests to prove you are worthy to serve me, a god upon the earth. Follow my every instruction. Be swift to obey. You may cry and show fear if you wish, but you are not to resist. Follow me now to the Imperial Testing Chamber.” Peter looked at Natalya. She was smiling and shaking her head at his cheesy attempt to indulge in the fantasy created by the costumes. Peter was glad to see that she wasn't going to be a spoil-sport for the evening.
Natalya barked orders at the slave girls. She even swatted Bailey on her ass just because she was the last in line. “Knock it off, Nati,” dark haired Bailey whispered. “I don't want to get in trouble. This is serious. He's the Emperor for Jupiter's sake!”
Natalya smiled at that. Pete had certainly managed to get a firm grip on the girls. She realized that he would be gentle with them, well at least until the very end. He couldn't help getting rough at the end, but from what she could tell he wasn't as bad as Papa. And Papa had never hurt Nati despite having fucked her thousands of times over the last six years. If anything, Pete was gentler than Papa. Nati knew that her beloved papa had done very bad things to girls in his younger days. She also knew that he had gained control over it after Mama left. It was probably Mama's leaving and the approach of the days when he would be fucking his beloved daughter that had made him change his ways. But Peter had been raised mostly in the wake of that. When Papa did the horrible things he did to Pete in order to discipline and control him, he must have put some kind of conditioning in there that made him less-inclined to be truly vicious with the girls. Still, the men in the family were cursed with that desire to inflict pain at the end. Sweet and gentle Peter would slap and spank and slightly abuse every single lover he ever took.
Peter led his Imperial procession down and down into the basement and sub-basement. He was going to take them to the first of the secret chambers beneath the house. Every visitor assumed that the room they were afraid to enter was the very last. There were six more beyond it. Natalya had seen four of them. Peter had seen five. Papa was the only living person to have seen the last, the vault with the darkest secrets of the family.
Peter could feel the growing fear in the group behind him. The girls had always been spooked by the basements. Still, that was a fear they could handle. It was a thrill they actually craved, especially on Halloween. But the girls also seemed to know that he was not slowing down and letting them soak in the little chills they got from the outer rooms. He was taking them... there. Not one of them had even managed the courage to touch the door handle in the past. Now, they were going to be led right into the room itself. The parallels to sex were not wasted on him. Probably not one of these girls had ever even touched a cock. Now they were going to experience all the secrets one of them held...well at least all the ones their fourteen-year-old master knew. And they would be right in suspecting that the boy knew many more weird sexual things than most grown men. Their fear was delicious to him.
Natalya also found that she was enjoying watching her little friends' eyes grow wider and wider with terror. Not only were they afraid of finally entering the room that had frightened them for years, but they were realizing that they were going to lose their virginity in that room. Plus, she was beginning to realize, most of them now believed that they were in danger of displeasing the mighty Emperor of Rome! If they had known what she had in store for them, they really would have been terrified. Nati was going to show her friends that they had no business being with her big brother. She was going to show them that they couldn't handle someone as special as he was.
Becky, of course, was the biggest rival for her brother's attention. She could fit right into Peter's world. She was sweet and smart and completely hot. Plus, Nati had been able to pick up on the fact that the redhead was kind of into things that were a little twisted. If the other girls hadn't been around to get her worked up about it, Becky might have very well opened the damned door to “the scary room” already. For all her perfect princess qualities, Becky had a dark side. Pete would find it and love it.
“We now stand at the threshold of The Imperial Testing Chamber,” Peter announced as the parade halted before the door. He scanned the group of cowering girls. He noted that Becky had something of a determined look on her face. She was probably the one of these girls who could be talked into opening the door even without him controlling her. He passed over her. Tall and slightly awkward Charlotte looked as if she was about to faint. They all had fear, but hers was the most profound. “You, slave cunt,” he said to Charlotte. “Open the door.” Natalya shoved her forward and smiled at Pete. He was glad to see that Papa had turned his little sister's attitude around. It would be fun to include her in his games. Papa forbid them from fucking each other, but Pete had always dreamed that they might share her little friends together.
Becky steadied the girl as she moved forward. She jerked her head to Paige, and the busty black-haired girl took Charlotte's other arm. “You can do it, Charlotte,” Bailey encouraged. “Don't fail the Emperor.”
“If she fails, all you little bitches will be punished,” Nati said in a menacing voice.
“The genie is here to use her cruel magic and temperament to punish you if you fail me,” Peter announced. “Don't catch her eye. She might not be able to keep from striking you. And I indulge her. She is a valuable ally.” He grinned at her winked.
“Got it, bitch?” Nati said to Sasha who had ended up next to her by drifting back. Sasha quickly tried to disappear in the crowd. Natalya caught her by the arm. She looked to her big brother.
“She asked you a question, slave,” Peter scolded Sasha. “You should have answered. Do what you will, Genie.”
Natalya backhanded Sasha, sending the little dark-haired beauty into a half-spin. Her ass was too tempting a target from that position. Natalya spanked her. The genie liked it. “Put your hands on that fucking wall,” she snarled. Sasha did so, quivering the whole time. Nati lifted the girl's skirt and after running her hands over the girls cocoa skin a few times stuck a finger up the child's ass. Sasha squealed and grunted. She began to weep. Nati had never realized how much she had always wanted to humiliate the other girls. She had only been half the queen bee she should have been. For a moment, she thought about abandoning her plan. She could just go along with Peter and try to enjoy it. She was already enjoying it. But her plan was too delicious. These little bitches would know better than to try and steal her brother's attention from her after she carried it off.
All this had left the quivering Charlotte poised at the door. “Open it, slave,” Peter commanded. Charlotte slowly opened the door, giving the moment even more of the delicious tension in which it was already so rich. The girls all leaned forward to sneak a peek into the room. They added confusion to the fright. They had no idea what the odd-looking equipment was for. Well, Nati thought that Becky may have actually understood what it was she saw. “Down the steps, go inside,” Peter ordered. They did not dare disobey him.
“You watch your little ass, bitch,” Natalya warned Sasha and withdrew her fingers from the girl's tight little bottom. For good measure, she grabbed Carmela by the hair and shoved her forward. The six girls entered the room Nati had seen many times before. It was Papa's play room. “Who do you want where, my liege?” she asked Peter.
“Take those three and manacle them to the wall,” he said. “Charlotte actually opened the door. Reward her with a ride on the saddle.” Nati did as she was told. She put Bailey, Carmela and Sasha in chains, standing against the wall. Their hands were by their shoulders, and their feet were spread apart. She stripped Charlotte naked and ran her fingers up and down the tall blonde's slit a few times. Nati played with the blonde peach fuzz on her friend's pubis for a bit. It was quite a thrill to watch the coltish blonde get worked up. Then, Nati pushed the girl down onto a saddle that vibrated once it was turned on. Later, they could put a phallus on it, but for now, the eleven-year-old virgin would find the deep vibrations within the saddle enough just on its own. She'd be moaning and begging for either more or less in no time. Besides, once Nati put her plan in place, everything they were doing now might change anyway. There were worse toys in this room.
Not one of the girls complained about their position. Pete's hold on them would have been pretty strong anyway. Papa had only been cautious with him because he was trying six at once. The costumes and their ability to strip away all resistance to psionic command were just a failsafe. Nati hoped that the costumes were as strong as she suspected. They were key to her scheme. She turned to find that Peter was playing his part just as she had imagined he would. He was fondling Paige's firm tits, pinching them and then gently stroking her pale cheeks and black hair when she cried out. “This is an amazing rack for a little bitch like you,” Peter said fondly. “You are a hot piece of ass.”
“Thank you, Emperor,” Paige whispered, half-terrified and half lost in pleasure.
Nati saw her brother kiss Paige and show the pale beauty one of the most important uses for her tongue. She could see the busty little girl's chest rise and fall as she became aroused by her handsome older teenage lover and the new way of kissing he offered. His fingers probed Paige's virgin cunt. The girl almost melted. Like her sister, Paige was a very innocent girl being exposed to the pleasures of the flesh for the first time. Pete showed his sister the shiny juices on his fingers. “And did you see her bush?” Natalya asked. She was amazed at what her friend had been hiding beneath her panties. Pete's freshman beauties sometimes paraded naked in the house, but few of them had as much hair as sixth-grade Paige. Pete checked her bush and then knelt down and sniffed it. He leaned his head back and smiled.
But then, just as Natalya thought it would, her brother's attention turned to Becky. He clearly already had designs for the redhead. “On your knees, slave,” she heard her brother command. Becky dropped right down onto the mat beneath her. “You are going to learn to suck a cock,” he said. “Paige, strip me.” Nati watched as Paige snapped out of her lusty daze and unzipped Peter's fighter pilot costume. She then dutifully held the one-piece flight suit in her hands. It was kind of the inverse situation of what Natalya wanted, but she was confident that it would soon change.
“Genie!” Charlotte moaned. “I'm getting... I'm gonna... Please!”
“Shhhh! Mommy's busy,” Natalya said to the blonde and continued to watch her brother. Predictably, Peter reached down and roughly yanked Becky's slave girl costume off over her head. He held it in his hands as he stared down at the naked child. Natalya's moment had come.
Peter felt a flash in his mind. Someone was pushing to get in. It had to be Nati, and he was stronger than her, but for some reason, he was unable to block her. She froze him. “Oh, shit!” he whispered as he looked at the costume in his hands.
“Peter, I own you,” she said. “Tell these cunts to take orders from me now.”
“All six of you cunts obey everything the Genie tells you,” he said. There wasn't even strain in his voice. He could mount no resistance at all. “What do you want, Nati?” he asked.
“Cut loose on them, brother. Don't hold back any desire you have. Show them what you really have bottled up inside of you!”
Peter felt a flash of profound fear. Nati had no idea what rolled around in his head. She had clearly said “any desire.” That was foolish. Even nice guys had the occasional dark flashes of wickedness and violence dance through their minds. But it was done. She had unleashed the things he held in check. “You fucking little whore!” he roared and grabbed Paige by the throat. The frightened child tried to lean backwards, away from him. But his grip was too strong. He was a pretty big teenage boy. He lifted her by the neck and her feet came right off the ground. In one swift motion, he slammed her down to the mat. The wind was knocked from the girl. “Stay right fucking there!” he barked.
Becky had sensed the storm coming, and had retreated to the wall. The quivering naked redhead held her hands out to prevent Peter from grabbing her throat. “Please, Master!” she wailed.
Nati had been a little alarmed at the sudden burst of violent energy Peter had shown toward Paige, but he hadn't hurt her. Nati decided it was nothing to get worked up over. Besides, she was delighted to see that the little bit of eagerness Becky had been trying to hide was now replaced by total fear. The little bitch was a threat to Nati's world. She could have easily captured Peter's heart if she had wanted it. Now, she would know nothing but fear of the older boy.
“GENIE!” Charlotte wailed as Paige writhed on the floor and tried to catch her breath. Nati's attention was focused on the scene with Becky.
“Quit whining, Charlotte!” Nati said without looking at her. “Stick your finger up your ass and keep riding that damned saddle.” There was so much for Nati to keep track of now.
“Put your fucking hands down, bitch,” Peter hissed at Becky. She had to comply. He held out his hand in front of him, fingers curved into a choking position. “Put your little throat right here,” he ordered. Becky did. “Lean into it, cunt.” Nati watched in amazement as Becky leaned in and choked herself on Peter's hand. Her eyes bugged out as she fought for air. She realized that Peter was going to leave her in that position until she passed out... or worse.
Charlotte screamed as she went over. She had no experience with orgasms, and the saddle had sent her over the top. It would have been just a normal hard climax, but she had been ordered to remain where she was, riding the saddle with a finger up her ass. The scream caught Peter's attention. He moved his hand, and Becky fell face-first onto the mat-covered floor. She was barely conscious. Nati was relieved that Becky didn't have to take too much more of that. She glanced at the gasping redhead as her back rose and fell with deep ragged breaths.
Peter had never gone for a flogger whip with a girl younger than himself, but he'd always had a buried desire to see welts on perfect preteen skin. His better nature had, of course, prevented him from actually doing it. Now, his better nature wasn't allowed to rule his efforts. He pulled the flogger, soft leather strands bunched together at the phallic handle. The first blow fell across Charlotte's back, just below the fall of her blonde hair. She screamed in shock. The second strike fell against Paige's firm adolescent tits. The sound of the strike, and the squirming of the girl satisfied some dark urge. Another blow fell there, and then another. She sobbed and curled into a ball. “Spread out!” he cried. The blubbering girl did so. Her arms and legs went wide. The next strike fell on her pussy. “Caterwauling cunt!” he grumbled and moved on to where Becky was still lying face-down.
Nati watched as her sweet brother lashed out over and over and struck little Becky's tight little ass. It grew red quite quickly. The little sister grinned. This was more what she wanted. He wasn't going to hurt her badly this way. But Natalya would let Becky remember how dangerous it was to sexually provoke Peter. “Yeah,” she said with a little laugh. “Spank that little ass.”
“Fuck off, cunt!” Peter roared at his sister. The force of it nearly knocked her off her feet.
“Settle down, Pete!” Nati ordered.
He laughed. “You can't control this,” he said. “Not yet, bitch. We're in too deep, and I have better control of him than any eleven-year-old cunt ever will.”
Natalya tried to force her will on Peter. His defenses were down, but he wasn't taking her commands anymore. What the hell was going on? Charlotte wailed and distracted Nati. She used her foot to push the girl sideways off the saddle. Then she focused on Pete again. Why wouldn't he...? “Oh shit,” Natalya whispered. She had taken down the side of Pete that controlled his behavior, and that included him losing control over his own psionic powers. His dark side had then asserted itself against his own defenseless mind. And it was a stronger power than Natalya's command. She was nowhere near full strength until she was through puberty. “I release you from my command!” she yelled. “Pete, you're in full control!” Of course, it didn't work. His own dark side had taken over, and until it released command, good Pete could not reassert itself.
“What are you going to do?” she asked him, trying to determine how far the very darkest side of her brother would go.
“You know, every guy has just a little bit of desire to know what it feels like when you turn out the light that shines in a pretty little girl...for good.”
He was talking about killing, and Nati had no idea how to stop him. She could only delay him. “Yeah, but you have to make the little bitch cum first,” she said. “Or else you never really owned her.”
“Yeah. Yeah, you're right,” he said and turned back to where Paige was lying on the floor, still spread-eagled and sobbing. He looked at her. Then he looked at Charlotte, curled in a fetal position next to the saddle which blithely buzzed on with no occupant. He scanned the girls chained to the wall. Finally, his eyes fell on Becky. “This light shines the brightest,” he said. He moved toward her.
Natalya ran quickly to the wall and released Sasha. She whispered in the girl's ear. “Go find my Papa. Tell him there's an emergency in the playroom. Go!” Sasha quickly ran out of the room. Peter never noticed. He was too preoccupied with Becky.
Pete saw the girl with the bright red hair and the ass criss-crossed by marks from the flogger whip. He knew he liked her most of all, adored her a bit actually. But that made it all the more dark. He was going to fuck this sweet girl he adored until she came. And then, in the most perverse act he could imagine, he would snuff her out at the moment of her climax.
“Make the bitch work for it,” Nati offered. “Don't let her get off easy.”
“Good idea,” he said.
Nati at least had the advantage of dark side Pete seeming pretty dumb. Normal Pete would never have let himself be manipulated like this. He never would have let someone get away with stalling in such an obvious manner. And Nati had one other advantage. Becky was pretty smart. Somewhere along the line she and Becky had become allies. And Becky was now coherent enough to realize what was happening. “Command me, master,” she said to Peter. “I will do anything you ask. Put me to the test. Let me show you how much I belong to you.”
“Okay then,” Dark Pete said with a wicked grin. “Lick this stupid bitch's asshole.” He grabbed Charlotte by the hair and held her in a kneeling position. Becky had no choice to begin with, but she recognized that as long as she was just being debased, she would remain alive. In a way, it was a victory for her. Nati could sense that. She wasn't sure if Dark Pete was anywhere near as in tune with the girls' minds as Peter would normally have been. Becky began to lick Charlotte's asshole. “Stupid little cunt,” Becky said between licks. “Enjoy the favor the master has given you.” She stuck her little tongue back to Charlotte's ass and pulled her cheeks apart. Charlotte was weeping, and the fact that Becky had told her to enjoy this had no effect on her.
“Enjoy it, cunt,” Nati ordered Charlotte. The blond began to moan in ecstasy and writhe her bottom against Becky's tongue.
“So filthy. So fucking good,” Charlotte groaned.
“Get rough with the bitch,” Dark Pete snarled. Becky spanked Charlotte's ass and then choked her from behind. She looked at Peter, and he seemed bored. She couldn't let him be bored. Becky's hand reached up for the flogger whip. The boy chuckled and gave it to the little redhead. But she didn't flog Charlotte. Instead, she shoved the handle of the whip up the tall, skinny blonde's ass. Charlotte screamed, but then moaned in pleasure. Dark Pete laughed aloud. “That's more like it. A sweet little girl like you ass-fucking a helpless bitch. I love it!”
“We can have fun all night before we finish this one off,” Natalya suggested.
“It is kind of cool,” Peter said with a grin. “You do something nasty to the redhead. Let it know it's just a plaything.”
Natalya stood between the two girls, facing Becky. She'd actually kind of thought that debasing the too pretty and too smart girl might be worth trying herself anyway. She let loose her bladder and pissed in Becky's face. Considering the danger Becky was in, Nati felt a little bad for enjoying it so much. But in the end, anything the two of them did would slow down Dark Pete and give Papa time to get there. So, while Becky kept fucking Charlotte's ass with the flogger, Nati ground her pussy into Becky's face. She grabbed the bright red hair and used it to hold Becky's face to her so tightly that she was nearly smothered. “Look at the piss-whore eat cunt!” Nati cried. “You are so strong, Pete.”
Peter stood and admired the scene for a few moments. He grinned and used his free hand to slap Charlotte across the face a few times. “I won't kill this one,” he said of the blonde. “But I think I might just beat the shit out of her. I never made a pretty bitch ugly before.”
“You're the boss,” Nati said. Poor Charlotte, but better a bruised friend than a dead one.
“Oh, there's something else I want you to do,” Pete said casually to Nati.
“What's that, big brother?”
“Quit fucking stalling!” he roared and grabbed Nati by the hair. He threw her sideways and then pulled Becky away from Charlotte. “You were stalling too, cunt,” he said as he shook the little redhead like a rag doll. “No more!” He led her to a bench and tied her hands down. He put clamps on her tiny nipples, prompting sharp cries of pain. “You spread your fucking legs,” he said to Becky and then turned to Paige. “You take over fucking the blonde with that whip. And punch her every once in a while.”
“Yes, Master,” the busty dark-haired girl said. Charlotte had collapsed when Peter let go of her hair. Paige drove the whip into her friend's ass and then punched her in the ribs.
Peter grabbed Becky by the back of her legs. “You, I could have just talked into being my lover,” he said to her. “You actually liked me. Do you see how twisted it will be to snuff you out? I like you. You like me. Now, take this cock like a good little piece of fuckmeat should.”
“Yes, Master,” Becky squeaked, compelled to obey the boy who would fuck her until he decided to kill her. “Fuck me, please. Please fuck me hard.” She wept as she felt the head of his cock press against her opening. “I'm just meat,” she whispered.
Dark Pete fucked her then. Nati was in a state of near panic. If Becky came, she was dead. Even if she didn't, the beast within Pete might kill her at any moment. Natalya was trying to concentrate, but Becky was screaming in pain and fear as Peter's big teenage cock punched through her hymen, and Charlotte was moaning in ecstasy as the weeping Paige abused her ass and occasionally drove a little fist into her ribs or face. Sasha should have been back by now, but in her fear and desperation she might have become lost in the big house, unable to find Papa. Natalya was going to be responsible for her friend's death, and why? Why had she done it at all? Just a little fit of jealousy over Peter's attention? Pete deserved to love who he wanted to love, and if Becky was able to capture his heart, Nati should have just been happy for them. This abomination couldn't happen! But Nati didn't know how to stop it.
Peter felt the little girl's warm cunt wrap around his cock. She was an amazing fuck! She was incredibly tight, but at eleven, she had enough pliability to take his cock inside her. She was responsive, even in terror. Her legs wrapped around him. Her hips rose to his. If he had kept her, she would learn to be a lover who could please him for the rest of her life. And she had instinctively known how to abuse Charlotte. Given more time and training, she could help him bring more little girls to squealing pleasure or pain. He couldn't sense as much as he normally could, but he had caught enough of a glimpse into Becky's mind to know that on some level she thrilled to the shameful notion of inflicting erotic distress on a helpless girl. Oh, she would have been the love of Peter's life. He knew he would miss her, but that just made it all the more twisted that he was going to snuff her out soon. Dark Pete wanted everyone to suffer. That should include himself.
He pumped into her and laughed when she grunted at the deepest thrusts. He was banging on the back of her cunt, and it had to hurt. But the little bitch got off on a bit of pain, and that's as bad as this was getting. He wasn't so big that he was tearing her innards out. He was just stuffing the little cunt completely. She was getting wet as his cock mashed her clit and her pussy got the satisfaction of being filled over and over again. “You're a complete little slut,” he hissed.
“I am for you,” she replied in a pained whisper. “I was always going to be your little slut,” she sniffed. He could tell she was heartbroken that her moment of being his lover would be so brief and end so horribly. He realized that he was her first love, and now her last. “I'm going to cum,” she whispered. “You do own me.” She grunted a few more times, and her legs clung desperately to him as he pounded her sore backside into the bench. Then, her body gave in completely. She arched up toward him and found her ecstatic release. “Oh, god!” she screamed. “Oh god!” Her pale little body quivered for several seconds and then fell lax. Her eyes glazed over.
He'd meant to kill her in that moment, but his own climax was too close now. He hammered into her for a few more ragged strokes. Then, he groaned and let the jets of cum race up his shaft and into her battered little pussy. “Treasure it, bitch!” he whispered in a hoarse voice.
“I love your cum,” she whispered dreamily. “Warm, wonderful cum.”
Dark Pete's hand slid up her belly and made its way toward her throat. Becky closed her eyes. She remained still.
“Wait!” Nati cried. “Wait! That's not the nastiest thing you could do!”
“Fuck off, cunt,” Peter snapped at his sister as his hand closed around her friend's slender neck.
“She's not the brightest light! And you don't love her more than... there's one other girl, Pete. She's a better fuck. She loves you more. You love her more. It would be an even bigger betrayal to kill her.”
“No,” he said. “This is the hottest piece of ass and the sweetest girl I've ever known. I love her.” Becky's face began to change color.
“ME! You idiot! You love me more!”
Peter's hand remained squeezed around Becky's throat for a few more seconds, but the intensity of it had slackened. He rose, then and turned to his sister. “Kill my baby sister?” he asked and then grinned. “That is the sickest fucking thing I ever heard.” He closed on her. Natalya felt the jarring pain of his backhanded slap, and then felt him take her chin in one hand while the other snatched the hair on the top of her head. Natalya knew that it wouldn't take much for him to snap her neck from this position.
“I have it coming,” she whispered and closed her eyes.
“Probably,” she heard a deep voice say, and then her world went completely black.
She woke to the sound of hushed male voices. Her bleary eyes looked around. All her friends were lying motionless on the floor of the playroom. It took her a moment to realize that there was not a mark on any of them, and they were sleeping peacefully.
“That about does it,” Papa said.
“I'm so sorry, Papa.”
“You couldn't have done anything about it, son. Nati was too clever by half.”
“Why did she...?”
“It was love for you, I suppose,” Papa said. “Not that she wants to be your girlfriend, but it's hard for a girl to see the men in her family fall for her friends. I should have been more sensitive to that. She didn't mean any real harm. She is still a child.”
“I damned near killed her Papa.”
“I was here longer than you think. Your grip on Becky wasn't as tight as I let you imagine it was. I wanted you to feel the seductiveness of the power of life and death you will always have. I want you to know your enemy. This was a good way for you to meet him. I can sense how you feel inside. Nati's little trick has opened your eyes. It may save another girl's life down the road. I wish someone had done the same for me.” Nati couldn't see his face, but she knew the look he would have cross it.
“What do we do about Nati. Papa?”
“She got a good shock. Damned near watched her best friend die. Damned near got her neck snapped. She's learned a lesson herself. And, dammit, how mad can I be when she was willing to die to save an innocent? At eleven? It's kind of amazing.” He was silent for a moment. “And since she's been listening to the last minute or so of our conversation without revealing that she was awake, I know she heard me say she was amazing. Come here, child.” Nati crossed to him and sat down next to her papa and her brother. “Your friends have been physically healed, and they remember only up to the point that they entered the room.”
“Thank you, Papa.”
“Now,” he continued. “You will go along with whatever happens next. Peter?”
“Wake up, slaves!” he called. The naked girls scrambled over and knelt at his feet. He surveyed them. He looked at Becky and smiled. “You are my favorite,” he announced. “When I take you home tomorrow, I will have a talk with your parents. I can guarantee they will allow me to have you stay with me a few times a week. You're going to be my girlfriend and my personal fuck-toy. Understand?”
“Yes, Master, thank you, Master,” she said and kissed his feet over and over.
“Lesson one for you is that I am going to fuck other girls whenever I want, including your pretty little friends. And since I am going to get to fuck you at my leisure from now on, I am not going to do it tonight.” He turned to Paige. “You, big tit whore, are going to come upstairs with me. You and your sister are the same. Too good for your own good. Girls with bodies like yours should learn to enjoy fucking. Hell, every boy you ever meet will want to fuck you. Let's get you started on learning how to love that.”
“Yes, Master,” she said in a quavering voice. He would make her enjoy it in the end, but for now he rather enjoyed that she would only be complying because he owned her mind.
“Rub your tits against my back while I finish talking here,” he commanded. He loved the feeling of her warm, firm breasts sliding on his bare skin as he gave the final orders to the girls. “The genie here is going to be your fuckslave for the rest of the evening. And you now feel incredibly horny for some rough girl-girl love. Wear my sister out. Fuck her pussy and ass. Slap her around a little. Make her eat every cunt here. Use her for a toilet, a chair, whatever. Don't seriously hurt her, but let her know a little pain at your hands.”
“Yes, Master,” five greedy sounding voices chorused as they looked at Nati's gorgeous little body.
“Thank you, big brother,” she said. “Thank you for thinking of me.”
“You're the brightest light in my life, Nati,” he said and kissed her on the forehead.
“What about the costumes?” Nati asked as the five enslaved girls closed on her.
“Just keep them away from me!” Peter laughed and led Paige from the room. Papa chuckled and then followed. He had two girls of his own waiting for him upstairs.
Natalya looked at the five girls closing in on her. “Make me your bitch, girls. You're my friends, and you're beautiful. But I know that my papa and brother love me so much that I will never be jealous of you again.” They were on her then. Hot lips and fingers touched every part of her. She was unaccustomed to anyone but her father using her for a toy, and after tonight perhaps no one ever would again. But in the moment, she welcomed the humiliation, the pain and the pleasure she would know at these girls' hands. “I'm your fuckmeat,” she whispered, but could say no more. Becky was at her lips, and Nati's whole world was consumed by little girl lust.
