The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

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The following story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity and is intended for the entertainment of adults only. If depictions of sexual acts offend you, please stop reading now. If you are under the legal age to read this sort of stuff in your area, go do something worthwhile and stop polluting your mind with this crap. Finally, some of the things depicted in this story are dangerous or unethical; please don’t try this at home.

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I am deeply indebted to Cal O’Shaw for the feedback he provided during the writing of this story, as well as for suggesting the title.

TV Guide

Chapter Six

“God damn it! How could you do this to me?” Greg thundered. Alex heard his fist slam against something and recoiled from the door where he’d been listening. He replaced his ear in time to hear Tiffany sobbing something in response. Greg continued to yell at her. “Do you have any idea how humiliating this is? To have everyone know that my wife is a fucking whore?”

That was typical of his father, Alex thought. His marriage was falling apart and all he could think about was himself. Then again, Tiffany had never been more to Greg than a pretty face to show off to his friends and a sex object to inflate his own ego, so his self-centeredness now was hardly surprising.

Alex jumped as he heard another loud bang from inside his parents’ bedroom. “And everyone saw you, too. All my friends saw you fucking that kid, knowing that you got paid for it! I’m a goddamn laughingstock!” he bellowed. Tiffany just continued crying. “Who is he?” Greg yelled. “Who’s your pimp, you slut? Tell me where he lives! I’ll break his fucking neck!”

“His name’s Vince. I... I don’t know where he lives...” Tiffany said, almost too quietly for Alex to make out. It was the first coherent thing he’d heard from her.

“You don’t know? Doesn’t he talk to you? Tell you who to sell your ass to next? Give you your hard-earned money? Tell me!”

“I d-don’t know. He just calls me and picks me up and t-takes me to... deliver his drugs and... and do it...”

“Jesus Christ, you stupid slut! You deal drugs, too?” The sound of a breaking lamp came from within the room. As quickly as he could, Alex turned and hurried down the hall to his room. There was nothing more to learn from listening to this, and Alex was worried about what might happen if Greg discovered him eavesdropping.

Alex sat down at his computer and tried to think. Greg and Tiffany had gone out separately the night before to party with their respective friends. Alex had taken advantage of the evening to do another photoshoot with his sister. He’d dressed her up in the leather tube-top and microskirt she’d bought a week ago and had her model on the hood of Greg’s luxury car. She’d performed admirably, cupping her tits and spreading her pussy for the camera as she writhed all over the sleek car. Alex had rewarded her for her efforts by fucking her over the car’s hood and depositing a nice large load of semen in her hungry twat.

Greg and Tiffany had come home together around midnight, after Alex and an exhausted Katrina had already gone to bed. He’d almost been asleep, but Greg’s yelling had woken him up. He’d tried to listen, but hadn’t been able to learn anything useful. All he’d been able to make out was Greg yelling “Whore!” over and over again, Tiffany crying, and Greg periodically hitting things.

This morning, though, he’d been woken up by more yelling, and had taken the risk of sneaking down the hall to eavesdrop at the master bedroom door. It sounded as though Tiffany had actually behaved like a literal whore, having sex with a stranger in exchange for money. And she was being managed by some pimp who’d arranged things so she couldn’t trace him. Smart guy, it turned out.

What had driven her to this? What had made her want to be a whore, to take orders from someone? Granted, she’d always been more or less a sexual ornament for Greg, but at least that had been a conscious decision on her part. She was a gold-digger, sure, but she’d always been in charge of her own life.

“Alex...” He turned to see his sister standing in the doorway, her voluptuous body barely contained by the black lace nightie she wore. “I’m sorry... I didn’t know you were going to get up early,” she said remorsefully.

Oh, right. She was here for his morning blowjob. Well, it might help him relax. “That’s okay, slut. You can suck me now,” he said casually, spreading his legs.

Katrina squealed with girlish glee, hurrying over to kneel between his legs. Alex watched as she pulled down his boxer shorts and began rubbing his cock. He never got tired of watching her, proud of how well he’d programmed her. Mere months ago she had been an arrogant bitch to him, and now she was a well-trained sex toy. Among other things, he enjoyed these morning blowjobs.

Yesterday, though... yesterday had been different. It had seemed like a dream at the time, but he was quite sure of what had happened. Tiffany, not Katrina, had woken him up with an exquisite bit of fellatio. Alex had been utterly shocked, and had spent most of the day wondering why that had happened. He’d forgotten about it when Greg and Katrina had come home fighting and not thought about it again until just now. Why had Tiffany done that? She certainly wasn’t being programmed to.

Or was she? Alex was only dimly aware of his sister’s supple lips sliding up and down on his cock as he used his computer to check out the last set of subliminals he’d used on Katrina. “I love to sneak into Alex’s room in the morning and wake him up by sucking his cock until he comes in my mouth,” read the first one. Not “little brother’s cock”, the language he’d used in the other messages, but “Alex’s cock”. He’d gotten sloppy, apparently. But still, Tiffany wouldn’t have had a chance to see this message, would she?

His fingers flew across the keyboard as his luscious sister sucked his cock more and more eagerly. Alex opened up the log for the subliminal-insertion program. The last time the images had been used was in a block between 9 and 10 PM the evening before. Sure, that was the regular timeslot for Hagen’s Brook. He’d let Tiffany watch it while he set up the photographic equipment in the garage.

The next most recent entry in the log, though, was a surprise—1 PM that afternoon. What the hell? Could that be right? Apparently it was. It was Richfield High, appearing on one of the local rinky-dink stations. Syndication, then. And that was during the day, when Tiffany would have been home alone. So Tiffany was watching the teen dramas in syndication during the day. And since Alex had configured the software to insert the subliminals for any airing of the show, Tiffany was getting the programming as well as Katrina.

Alex let out a whoop of delight. He didn’t have all the answers, but he’d made the breakthrough. Tiffany had been programmed, and was still being programmed. The excitement sent him over the edge, and his cock exploded inside his sister’s hungry mouth. “Swallow it, baby! Swallow it!” he growled, sliding his fingers into her fiery tresses, bucking his hips into her wet mouth. His mind marveled at the possibilities in front of him.

As his orgasm subsided, he heard a distant thump as Greg hit something else. His sister looked up at him, a rivulet of his semen running down her chin from one corner of her mouth. “Alex,” she said softly, “I’m scared.”

Alex felt a deep pang of concern. He didn’t want to see Katrina so upset. Sure, she was a cock-craving slut, but she was still his sister. “Don’t worry,” he reassured her, gently caressing her soft hair. “I’ll think of something.”

Tiffany groaned as she looked at herself in the mirror. There was no denying it; she was fucking hot! She was wearing one of her slut outfits—a tiny pair of black shorts that clung tightly to her crotch and a black and white zebra-striped halter top. Black spiked heels and an assortment of necklaces and bracelets completed the outfit. It was a look that had served her well as a stripper, and later as a prostitute.

She felt another surge of arousal as she remembered. It had been over a week since she’d dressed like this. A week since that night at the hotel when Greg had found her fucking that boy. She hadn’t dared wear anything sexy since then. Greg was already angry, and Tiffany was frightened of what he might do if he saw her dressed so provocatively.

There had been publicity, of course. The story of the cheerleader moonlighting as a whore had been on the front page of all the papers. Tiffany had, of course, been “temporarily” suspended from the cheerleading squad. She had no doubt that the suspension would soon become permanent. She was pretty sure Vince hadn’t tried to call her; he wouldn’t want the publicity. At least, the cel phone hadn’t rung.

And now, with the kids at school and Greg out getting drunk with his friends, she had her first opportunity in a week to dress up in her finest slut-wear. It had also been a whole week since she’d gotten fucked. She didn’t know how much longer she could go without a good fucking. She didn’t want to see Vince again—she was leery of re-exposing herself to the drug trade—but she still wanted to be a whore. A slut. She needed a man to take orders from. A younger man. A boy, even. She reached down to stroke her pussy through the shorts.

She heard the front door slam. That would be Alex, home from school. Her pussy clenched as she thought abut him. She’d found herself fantasizing about him a lot lately. He was only nine years younger than she was. They could have been brother and sister, couldn’t they? If only it had been that way. She wanted nothing more than to mount his shaft and ride it until he came inside her.

It was wrong, she knew. She shouldn’t be thinking about her stepson that way. But she couldn’t help it. She remembered how delicious his cock had tasted a week ago when she’d snuck into his room and sucked him off. To have it in her pussy...

She heard Alex going to his room. Well, damn it, how long was she expected to go without getting fucked? She needed cock, and Alex was here. Greg hadn’t even wanted to fuck her recently, so it was hardly her fault. She had no choice but to go and give Alex the ride of his life. After taking one last look in the mirror to fix her hair and check her makeup, she strode confidently down the hall to Alex’s room.

Alex squinted at the computer monitor as he fiddled with the mouse. He was putting the finishing touches on the next batch of subliminal images and messages. He was entering unexplored territory with this new batch.

After he’d figured out that Tiffany was watching Richfield High in daytime syndication, he’d started programming her separately from Katrina. It had required a trivial modification of the image-insertion software he’d written, but the bulk of the work had been in producing a second set of subliminals for Tiffany.

By re-examining the subliminals he’d used in programming Katrina, Alex had been able to make a pretty good guess as to how Tiffany had interpreted the programming. Most of the images and messages had been aimed at making the target into a sex toy for her little brother. In Katrina’s case that had, of course, been Alex. Tiffany, though, had no little brother. As a result, Alex suspected that she’d latched onto this Vince character as a substitute. He wasn’t sure how she’d met him, though. Professional cheerleaders didn’t usually come into contact with pimps, as far as Alex knew.

“Alex?” The timid voice came from the doorway. He turned and there she was. Alex’s jaw dropped. It was one thing to know that his stepmother was a whore. It was another thing entirely to see her dressed up like one. Alex felt his cock rapidly stiffening at the sight of the stunning blonde in the doorway. “I... I was wondering if there was anything I could do for you,” she murmured.

Alex could think of a million things she could do for him. The programming had clearly taken. She was his, body and soul, just like his sister. He wanted her to suck his cock. He wanted to lick her tits. And of course, he wanted to fuck her tight little pussy.

But for a moment, his curiosity outweighed his libido. “Tell me where you met Vince,” he demanded. She hesitated, biting her lip and looking away from him. “I said tell me, bitch!”

For a brief moment, her eyes closed and her body shook. Alex grinned. “I... I met him at a club,” she said nervously.

“What kind of club?”

“A s-strip club,” she stammered.

“Ah, I see.” And he did see. He’d programmed Katrina with an exhibitionist streak and used that to get her to pose nude for his camera. Tiffany had gotten the same programming, but without anyone offering to make her a porn model, she’d been forced to find another outlet for her desires. Interesting... and potentially quite fun. Alex turned back to his computer for a moment and pulled up a music player. “So you’re a little stripper-slut, aren’t you?” he asked.

She gasped at being called a slut. “Y-yeah.”

“Well, then, strip for me, you little tramp.” He hit a button and the speakers next to his computer came to life. The song was the latest Chrissy Knight tune—total crap, admittedly, but Alex kept it around because the strong beat and the overt sexuality made it good jacking-off music. Or in this case, good stripping music.

Tiffany seemed to respond almost automatically, her hips swaying sultrily to the music. Alex watched in fascination as her hands slid up and down her sleek body, pausing here and there to cup her round tits or rub her pussy through the thin fabric of the tiny shorts. She seemed almost to become part of the music. Alex grinned as she blew him kisses and licked her shiny red lips. His cock was already straining against his jeans.

It had taken him months and months to turn his sister into his own personal sex toy. It had taken barely a week to do the same to his stepmother. Of course, he hadn’t been starting from scratch with Tiffany. She’d already been programmed into sluthood; she’d simply been without a natural master. Once Alex had realized she was available, it had been simplicity itself to retrain her to serve him. “Alex is my little brother,” the message had read.

Tiffany had slid the shorts down her sleek legs and discarded them on the floor, and was shaking her tight, round ass at him. Alex found himself more aroused than he’d been in a long time. Tiffany was a lousy stepmother, but Alex couldn’t deny that she was a fabulous stripper.

Tiffany sat down on Alex’s lap, smiling lustily at him over her shoulder as she unzipped the front of her top. She felt her pussy clenching as she continued to sway to the teenybopper music. God, she was so horny. Alex was her little brother. She no longer felt like she was pretending. He was her little brother, and she was going to fill herself up with his wonderful cock.

Tiffany reached behind her, wrapping each of her hands around one of Alex’s and pulling them forward to place his hands on her pneumatic tits. She gasped as he rewarded her with a quick squeeze. She ground her ass against his knees, feeling the heat rising in her snatch.

Tiffany removed his hands from her melons, putting them in his lap behind her. Then, with a practiced flair, she lifted one leg and swung it over his head as she swiveled her body to face him. She was thrilled to see the stunned look on Alex’s face. She’d wowed dozens of customers with that move, but none of them meant as much to her as her dear little brother.

Letting the music driver her, she wiggled her boobs in Alex’s face, licking her lips as she did so. Alex took the proffered snack, licking first one nipple, then the other. Tiffany experienced a minor orgasm, partially from the physical stimulation but mostly from sheer pleasure that Alex liked her tits.

Unable to restrain herself, Tiffany reached down to unzip Alex’s jeans. Still wiggling to the pulsing music, she pulled down his boxer shorts, allowing his magnificent cock to spring free. Tiffany gazed at it in fascination, reaching down tentatively to stroke the thick shaft. She’d sucked on it a week earlier, but it hadn’t looked quite so... beautiful... then.

The music ended, and Tiffany looked up at Alex. She needed his cock. She needed it desperately. He was smirking at her. He knew how desperate she was. She just looked at him, silently begging. At last, he spoke. “Go ahead. Take a ride, slut.”

Panting with lust, Tiffany wasted no time lifting her ass and positioning her snatch above Alex’s long, thick cock. Quivering in anticipation, she lowered herself onto the fleshy shaft, shuddering as she felt her insides split open by the meaty phallus.

A surge of ecstasy shot up her spine as she impaled herself. Tiffany felt more full than ever before. Alex’s dick wasn’t the biggest she had ever been fucked with, though it was close. But somehow, Alex’s cock seemed to fit better than any she had ever felt. It was as though her pussy had been designed to sheath this wonderful cock, every curve of her cunt fitting snugly against Alex’s manhood.

Slowly but surely, she began to hump her ass up and down, sliding her pussy up and down her little brother’s prick. The skills Vince had taught her kicked in almost automatically. “Oh, fuck... yeah... fuck me... huge cock... feels so good... pussy...” Her panted words were partly the result of her training as a whore, and partly the result of the pure fuck-lust coursing through her body. Tiffany noted triumphantly that Alex’s eyes had closed and his mouth gaped wide open. He’d be ready to come soon, ready to shoot his creamy load into her eager snatch.

She grinned. It was time to show him what this pussy was capable of.

Alex groaned as the sexy blonde rode his cock. This was simply incredible! He’d never thought anything could feel this good. Katrina was a pleasure to fuck, there was no doubt about that. But Tiffany was something else. It was obvious that Tiffany was a professional. She lacked the youthful exuberance of Katrina, but her experience made up for it. There was no wasted effort; her every motion seemed calculated to drive him closer and closer to orgasm. He’d been proud of turning Katrina into a slut, but now he realized the truth. Katrina was still a girl playing at being a slut. Tiffany was the real thing—a creature who cared only about cock.

Suddenly, he felt something new. The walls of Tiffany’s cunt began to alternately tighten and relax, squeezing his cock with a regular rhythm. “Oh... god...” Alex groaned, his mind reeling with the sensations coming through his cock. He would never have even though something like this was possible.

“Oh... yeah...” Tiffany moaned, “cock... so big... fuck... pussy...” A steady torrent of profanity issued from her mouth in a soft, gasping voice. She was obviously enjoying herself, but the words seemed calculated to arouse him. And arouse him they did; the bitch had clearly learned a lot from her career as a whore.

The massaging action of Tiffany’s tight snatch drove him quickly to orgasm. She could apparently sense it too; the stream of lewdness grew louder and faster as the pressure built inside his balls. “Oh, yeah, fuck fuck fuck, big cock, tight pussy, fuck fuck fuck!” His hands gripped the blond stripper’s thighs as he felt his prick explode inside her.

Tiffany was coming, too, her cunt spasming around his throbbing member. Alex struggled for breath as he shot his load into the slut’s snatch, her muscles squeezing him tightly, sucking every last drop of jizz from his balls. Never in his life had he imagined an orgasm like this one.

When it ended at last, Alex slumped back into his seat, exhausted. Tiffany still sat astride him, the globes of her tits heaving as she panted. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat, and her hair had fallen in a tangled mass partially covering her face. Alex reached up to idly caress one of her nipples. Even in her freshly-fucked state, she moaned at the touch. What a fantastic bitch, Alex thought. He was lucky the programming had worked out the way it did.

The next piece of programming, he knew, was also going to require quite a bit of luck.

Greg Young lowered himself once again into the recliner, popping open his third beer of the afternoon as he returned his attention to the game. It was only the beginning of the second quarter, and the Tigers were already down by two touchdowns. They’d just gotten the ball back, but Greg swore as he watched the first-down pass attempt fall incomplete.

The TV cut to a shot of the cheerleaders on the sidelines. Sluts, Greg thought. He felt the anger rising within him as he remembered the night two weeks ago when he’d discovered the truth about Tiffany. She’d told him she loved him and pretended all along to be a devoted wife, but in truth she’d been a whore.

His lips curled in a sneer as he watched the cheerleaders jumping and kicking, waving their pompoms. Sluts, no doubt. Any one of them would probably spread her legs if the price was right. That, he realized, was what he wanted. Fuck marriage. He didn’t need a wife. I just need a few good sluts, he thought.

The action resumed as the Tigers tried a running play on second down. The play began smoothly, but the running back was met at the line of scrimmage by an opposing linebacker, who hit him like a freight train and laid him out flat on the ground. I used to do that, Greg thought. Whenever some uppity running back had tried to run into his turf and steal yards from him, Greg made sure to teach him a lesson. Back in his glory days, no one stole from Greg Young.

But that was what that damn pimp had done, wasn’t it? What was his name? Vince. Yeah, that was it. Vince had stolen from him. Vince had stolen his goddamn wife from him. Greg shook with rage as he thought about it. That bastard had taken Tiffany from him and turned her into his whore. His slut. Damnit, Tiffany was Greg’s slut!

And what was Vince doing now? Probably getting laid. Vince probably had it all. Vince had money. Vince had power. And most importantly, Vince had plenty of hot pussy whenever he wanted it. It wasn’t fair. Greg had worked hard, and what did he have? He had no job; the network had fired him when the news had broken that his wife was a whore. He had no respect; he’d become a laughingstock in the community. And to top it all off, he wasn’t getting any pussy. It wasn’t fair. I deserve better. Greg thought. Better than that cretin Vince, certainly.

The Tigers tried another running play on third down, this one a sweep around the right side. The running back got a good five yards of penetration into the backfield before getting hit by the same linebacker. The hit knocked the ball loose, and the linebacker stumbled after it, scooping it off the ground. Greg groaned in frustration as he ran into the end zone, but he couldn’t help but admire the guy. That was the way the world ought to work. If someone showed you disrespect, you should just beat him up.

And take his stuff.

Tiffany sighed as she picked up the black mesh bodysuit. She didn’t know Katrina had one of these. She held it up, inspecting the thin, soft fabric. The bodysuit had a filmy translucency to it; it certainly would leave the wearer’s body fully visible. Good. This meant that Katrina was buying slutty clothes on her own. Tiffany was glad that her little sister knew the importance of showing off that hot body of hers.

Well, okay, technically Katrina wasn’t her sister, just like technically Alex wasn’t her brother. But it was just so easy to think of her that way. After all, Katrina was only six years younger than her. It made a lot more sense for Katrina to be her sister than her daughter. Besides, Katrina was almost a grown woman. She needed a big sister more than she needed a mother.

I need to teach Katrina how to fuck. It was true. She’d come to realize over the last week that Katrina needed guidance if she was going to become a good slut. Tiffany had a duty to be the big sister that Katrina needed, to show her how to please a man.

Tiffany finished folding the laundry, pleased to find an almost complete lack of female underwear. Good. Another thing Katrina had learned well—underwear just gets in the way. Tiffany herself wasn’t wearing any. All she had on was a tight pair of cutoff jeans—she just loved the way they hugged her pussy—and a short-sleeved pink shirt tied off under her tits, leaving her tan tummy bare. If Alex wanted to fuck her, there wouldn’t be any silly underwear to deal with.

The thought of getting fucked by Alex sent a shiver of delight down her spine. The past week had been the most sexually fulfilling time of her life. Alex had taken her daily, shoving that massive cock into her mouth or her pussy—Tiffany really didn’t care which; she came either way just from the pleasure of servicing her little brother. And she loved the way he treated her; always telling her what a good whore she was. She truly was her little brother’s slut, and she’d never been happier.

Picking up the basket full of folded laundry, Tiffany headed down the hall. She walked quietly past the living room, stopping only long enough to make sure that Greg was still watching the game. As long as he was still in front of the TV she didn’t have to worry about what he might do. Greg had never hit her, even when he’d flown into screaming fits of rage. But it seemed that every time his anger was a little more intense, and more things got broken. She was afraid of him. They no longer slept together; Greg spent every night on the couch in the den.

Trying not to think about Greg, Tiffany headed on down the hall to Katrina’s room. Thankfully, her high heels were quiet on the carpeted floor, so Greg hadn’t been aware of her presence. Katrina’s door was open, so Tiffany carried the basket in without pausing. What she saw inside certainly made her pause, however.

Katrina was there, crouched on hands and knees on the bed. Her clothes—a frilly white skirt and a skimpy peasant-girl blouse—lay on the floor. Katrina herself was naked but for a pair of white heels. Her brother lay under her, his pants unzipped while Katrina pumped her head up and down on his cock.

They hadn’t noticed her yet; Katrina was facing away from the door, and Alex’s eyes were closed. Tiffany watched for a moment as Katrina’s head pumped quickly up and down on her brother’s shaft. The teenager’s fiery red hair flew wildly about as she sucked her brother’s member with wild abandon.

“Oh, Katrina...” Tiffany said sympathetically.

Katrina sat up in alarm, her brother’s cock popping free of her mouth. “Tiffany!” Alex looked merely surprised, but Katrina seemed to be in a state of panic.

“Oh, honey, please,” Tiffany said soothingly. “Really, I’m happy for you. It’s great that you’re doing this.”

Katrina’s panic changed to confusion. “Wh-what?”

“Oh, Katrina, really, I don’t want to embarrass you. It’s just... well, you’re doing it all wrong.” Katrina just stared at her blankly. “Oh, stay there. Let me show you,” Tiffany said, setting the laundry basket down on the dresser and closing the door. She walked over to the bed, kneeling beside it and placing her head next to Alex’s cock.

“Now you can’t just treat a cock like a popsicle. You have to caress it. Let it out of your mouth every once in awhile and just lick it. Tickle it a bit. Here’s a good spot,” Tiffany said, pointing to the spot where the purple head met the underside of the shaft. “Like this.” She extended her tongue and ran it lightly across the base of the helmet, eliciting a groan from Alex. “Try it.”

Cautiously, Katrina stuck her tongue out and licked the spot Tiffany had just shown her. Alex groaned again, his hips shifting a bit. “That’s it, sweetie,” Tiffany encouraged. “Now run your tongue all the way around the base of the head... yeah, that’s it. Now a couple of strokes up the length of the shaft. Make sure you hit that sweet spot I showed you!” Alex was gasping for air as Katrina followed her instructions.

“Okay, now hold back for a minute, honey; we don’t want him to blow his wad just yet.” Katrina backed off, looking to Tiffany for further instruction. “Now, if you want to cool him down a bit, just play with his balls for awhile. But remember, they’re tender, so you have to be gentle with them. Watch.” Tiffany used her tongue to tickle the nearest of Alex’s testicles, her tongue lightly brushing the wrinkled surface. She looked up to be sure Katrina was paying attention before gently taking the entire thing into her mouth. After a moment of gentle sucking, she let it go. “Now you try it, baby. Hold his cock while you do it, and remember to be gentle.”

Hesitantly, Katrina followed Tiffany’s example, ticking Alex’s nuts with her tongue before taking one between her deep red lips. “Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Tiffany encouraged. “Now do the other one.” Katrina switched, leaving Alex’s scrotum covered with her saliva. “Okay, if you think you’re such a hot slut,” Tiffany said impishly, “let’s see you do both at once!” Katrina struggled to take both nuts into her mouth. Alex’s eyes were wide open and glued to his cock as his sister spread her mouth wide, finally engulfing his entire scrotum.

“Wow!” Tiffany gushed, genuinely amazed. She was rarely able to do that herself, and certainly not to someone as well-hung as Alex. “Okay, tickle him a little with your tongue and then let him go.” Alex spent a few seconds gasping and moaning before Katrina released him from her mouth. Katrina looked up at Tiffany expectantly, one hand encircling the base of Alex’s cock.

“Okay, I think it’s time to get him shoot his load with a little sucking. But it’s important to get this right. You need to go slow and deep. Take him as far in as you can and then let him out slowly. And suck hard on the upstroke, too. Watch.” Tiffany leaned forward, wrapping her lips around Alex’s member. She lowered her head until his pubic hair brushed her nose before withdrawing slowly, sucking as she did. After one more stroke to demonstrate the technique, she let him go.

“See? Okay, now go ahead and suck him off, honey.” Katrina complied, following Tiffany’s example. “That’s it, sweetie, suck him good,” she encouraged, noting with approval the concavity of Katrina’s cheeks as she slowly withdrew her head from Alex’s cock. “Slowly, slowly... good... Okay, now keep doing that but start sliding your tongue back and forth on the underside while you do that.” Alex grunted, his back arching as Katrina continued to suck him. Tiffany quickly shed her clothes as she watched the horny teenagers.

“Now honey, this is a visual thing for him as well. Nothing gets a man hotter than seeing those lips of yours sliding up and down his shaft. So make sure to keep your hair out of the way. Just sweep it all over one shoulder, like... there you go, that’s a good girl. And make sure to tickle that sweet spot whenever you can,” Tiffany added. Alex’s groans grew louder as he thrashed on the bed.

Tiffany placed a finger at the base of Alex’s cock, feeling for the telltale throbbing. Sure enough, there it was. “Okay, honey, he’s going to blow his wad soon. Just keep going, and when you feel him about to come, stop what you’re doing and take it all in.” She leaned in to whisper a final piece of advice in the redhead’s ear.

Sure enough, Alex came a few moments later, his hips bucking, ramming his cock into Katrina’s mouth. Katrina held on, though, her lips remaining fixed on her brother’s shaft throughout his orgasm. “Good girl, good girl, he’s almost done...” Tiffany said encouragingly. When at last Alex had finished coming, Tiffany climbed up onto the bed, kneeling beside Alex’s midsection.

“Now, let him go... that’s it...” Katrina let Alex out of her mouth, rising to her knees. “Oops, you let some get away, honey!” Tiffany exclaimed as a strand of jism dribbled out of the corner of Katrina’s mouth. She’d done it on purpose, of course; that was what the last whispered instruction had been. Men loved to see their spunk dribbling out the corner of a whore’s mouth, as though she’d been trying to swallow but just couldn’t keep up.

Speaking of things men loved to see... “Here, let me take care of that, sweetie,” Tiffany cooed, leaning over to take Katrina by the shoulders. Slowly, Tiffany extended her tongue to lick the stray come off her sister’s chin. The taste was delicious. She traced the sperm’s path upward until her tongue brushed Katrina’s lush lips.

I want Alex to see me kiss my sister.

Katrina was trembling, her eyes locked on Tiffany’s. Slowly, Tiffany brushed her lips against the redhead’s. Then both women opened their mouths and tasted each other with abandon, their tongues snaking between their locked lips. Tiffany was surprised at how much this aroused her; she’d never been interested in other women before. But... well, Alex was watching. She couldn’t tell if she was responding to Katrina or to the fact that Alex was watching.

They continued to kiss for a few minutes, Tiffany savoring the taste of Alex’s come in her sister’s mouth. Tiffany ran her hands over Katrina’s nubile body, cupping her firm tits and stroking her lush hair. Tiffany gasped as she felt Katrina’s hands on her own nipples.

At last they broke for air. After looking into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, they both looked down at Alex’s cock, which had once again begun to stiffen. “Well,” Tiffany said wickedly, “now that I’ve shown you how to use your mouth, let me teach you a thing or two about what your pussy is for.”

Spreading her knees wide, Tiffany reached for Katrina’s hand. “Half of being a good fuck is in the muscles. Now, stick a couple fingers up my pussy, honey. Go ahead,” Tiffany urged. Somewhat hesitantly, Katrina complied. Tiffany did her best to ignore the stimulation Katrina’s fingers were providing in her cunt. “Okay,” Tiffany said as she began to rhythmically flex the muscles of her pussy, “do you feel that, sweetie?”

“Yeah,” Katrina replied, her voice small.

Tiffany took her sister’s free hand and placed it flat against her lower abdomen so she could feel the muscles flexing inside. “You see? It’s all in the muscles. Now you try it. Go ahead and mount Alex’s cock, baby. There you go, that’s a good girl...” Tiffany said soothingly as Katrina gently impaled herself on the now-rigid shaft. “Now flex your muscles just like I showed you, honey.” Tiffany felt Katrina’s stomach, offering pointers as Alex began to groan.

“That’s it... a little slower, honey. Make it sensual...” Katrina was learning remarkably quickly. She was going to be a very talented slut. “All right, baby, let’s start pumping now, but make sure you keep your muscles working. Flex those legs... there we go. Good girl,” Tiffany praised as Katrina began to hump up and down on Alex’s cock. “I think you’re getting the hang of it, honey.” Alex was once again thrashing in pleasure on the bed.

“Now honey, the half that isn’t in the muscles is in the mind,” Tiffany said. “I want you to just concentrate on your pussy for now, but pay attention to what I’m saying because you’re going to have to learn this, too.”

Tiffany leaned forward, speaking in a throaty whisper. “Oh, God, you’re so fucking hung, Alex. Look at that huge cock crammed into that tight little pussy. The poor little bitch doesn’t stand a chance against a cock like that.”

“Look what you’re doing to her, Alex. She’s such a cock-hungry little slut. She’s already swallowed that massive load you shot down her throat. I could taste your sweet jizz in her mouth. And now she’s back for more. You can see how fucking horny she is. She loves to feel that thick cock of yours.”

“Just look at her. She’s like a bitch in heat. The poor little slut needs your come, and she’s going to keep humping and humping until she gets it. The little whore wants your jizz. She wants to feel your cock blast that sweet jizz right up her tight little pussy. Fuck her. Fuck her! Fuck her!” Tiffany exhorted, her cries becoming more intense as Alex’s groans grew louder.

Alex came at last, his body shuddering. Katrina orgasmed simultaneously, shrieking in ecstasy as her back arched. Tiffany smiled as she watched her sister come. Katrina’s orgasm was uncontrolled, without any real art to it. That was something else she would have to learn, how to channel and control her own orgasm to maximize Alex’s pleasure. But she could learn the fine points later. She’d performed well so far, and the slut deserved her reward. Tiffany leaned over the joined crotches of her siblings, extending her tongue to lick up the milky white fluid leaking from Katrina’s still-spasming pussy.

When at last Alex’s orgasm subsided, Tiffany rose to her knees, planting a soft kiss on her sister’s lips. “Good girl,” she said. “I’m so proud of you, honey.” They kissed again, deeply. Tiffany felt Katrina probing her mouth eagerly, no doubt desperate to taste Alex’s come, just as Tiffany herself had been a few minutes earlier.

At long last their lips parted. Katrina heaved herself off Alex’s cock, falling exhausted to the bed. Tiffany stifled a frown. Katrina had to learn that pleasing a man didn’t end after he’d come. But there was time for that, too; ample time for Tiffany to finish training her sister. In fact... Tiffany looked at Alex’s semi-erect cock.

“Okay, that was fantastic, sweetie, but there’s more to it than that,” Tiffany said, swinging one leg over Alex’s body to straddle his torso. “Now watch me, honey.” Alex was staring at her disbelieveingly. She flashed him a sultry smile as she massaged his cock with one hand. He’d be good for one more ride; she could feel his member stiffening in her hand. Maybe under normal circumstances she wouldn’t be trying to bring the boy to a third orgasm, but there really would never be a better time to demonstrate proper technique to Katrina. Tiffany groaned as she slipped Alex’s cock into her dripping snatch. Besides, she felt like she’d go crazy if she didn’t get a good fucking.

“Now the first thing to remember, honey, is that your hands should always be busy...”

Alex rolled out of bed the next morning feeling like he’d been kicked in the nuts. He sorted through his memories of the previous afternoon, trying to remember everything the girls had done to him. After demonstrating proper technique for Katrina by riding his cock until he came, Tiffany had then insisted that Katrina take another ride to show that she had learned. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, Tiffany had insisted on riding him one more time herself, to show Katrina what she’d done wrong. The horny little sluts had been insatiable!

Alex limped over to his computer and pulled up the files he’d been working on for the next batch of subliminal messages. He opened a new text message and typed carefully: I will not use my brother as an educational aid.

With a grunt, Alex saved the message and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom, wincing with each step as his overworked cock cried out in pain. He was quite certain that if Greg’s football game hadn’t ended, Tiffany would have spent several more hours instructing Katrina. But the only thing stronger than the girls’ cock-lust was their fear of Greg.

Everyone was afraid of Greg now. He never talked to anyone, and his face bore a permanent scowl. For the most part, the other family members avoided him. He looked like a man ready to explode, and Alex knew that Katrina and Tiffany were afraid that he would turn violent soon.

Alex sighed as he looked in the mirror. The girls didn’t know it, but Greg would get violent soon. Alex had made sure of it. Every sports show that had appeared on the family TV over the last two weeks had been filled with violence-inducing subliminal imagery. No doubt Greg would have been a real pain in the ass with or without the programming, but Alex was pretty sure the subliminals had built up far more rage inside him than would otherwise be there. It was not a matter of whether Greg would turn violent, it was just a question of when, and who would be in the way when it happened. Alex had set everything up as well as he could. At this point it was all down to luck.

Alex stepped into the shower, trying not to think about the delicate balancing act he was trying to perform.

Tiffany stirred slowly as she became aware of the phone ringing. Stretching languorously, she picked up the handset. “Hello?” she yawned. There was nothing but a dialtone. The phone continued to ring.

A realization hit her and she sat bolt upright. The cel phone was ringing! Still nude, she dove across the room to her purse, which was sitting on top of the dresser. She fumbled within it until she found the small blue phone. Trembling, she held it in her hand, watching the lights flash as the phone continued to ring. She felt a warmth in her pussy as she remembered how important this phone had been to her. The tool Vince had used to summon his best slut. She lifted her finger to turn on the phone.

No. She couldn’t answer. Alex had been very specific about that. She had to take the phone to him. Gripping the phone tightly, she hurried down the hall. The shower was running. Alex would be in there.

Alex jumped as the shower curtain flew open. It was Tiffany, nude, thrusting a cel phone at him. What the hell? He looked at her blankly.

“It rang,” she said. “You told me...”

“Oh, right, right!” Alex exclaimed. He stumbled out of the shower, taking the phone from the confused blonde. Pausing to wrap a towel around his waist, he ran back to his room. This could be the chance. If he was lucky...

After a few minutes of digging around, Alex pulled a short telephone cable out of a box of miscellaneous junk. Fumbling, he plugged one end into the back of his computer and the other into a slot on the cel phone. Struggling to stay calm, Alex loaded the interrogation program, and the computer began talking to the phone.

Alex sat back to wait while data flowed back and forth between the computer and the phone. He’d done some research over the last few weeks, tracking down obscure information on cellular phone communications protocols. It turned out that modern cellular phones, including the one that Vince had given Tiffany, transmitted and received a lot of extra information in the course of a phone call. The programmers of the phones had stuck in all this extra information transfer in order to make it easier to debug the software. As was typical with projects completed in a hurry, they hadn’t had time to remove all the extra data-transmission routines. The program Alex was running was designed to pick up the little scraps of data left behind by the debugging routines. With any luck...

The program finished, spitting out a few lines of text. Alex grinned as he read it. Last received call: Status: unanswered Domain: local Time: 12 JAN 09:12:14 Originating number: 3085556943

Alex quickly ran the phone number through a reverse-directory website, which gave him the expected name, Vincent Stabone, and an address. Pay dirt.

Alex jotted down the name and address on a scrap of paper before running down the hall, still wearing only the towel. There was only one thing left to be done, and the sooner the better. He burst into the master bedroom without knocking, surprising Tiffany.

“Here,” he said, thrusting the scrap of paper at the still-nude blonde. “Copy this down. Quickly.”

Greg groaned as he lifted himself off the couch. His head spun as he reached out to steady himself. Struggling to remain upright, he tried to remember what had happened last night. He remembered going to a bar with his few remaining friends and getting plastered. He’d made a pass at this incredibly hot little bitch and gotten angry when she’d shot him down. His friends had dragged him out of the bar and somehow gotten him home, where he assumed he’d fallen asleep on the couch, fully clothed. And so for two full weeks in a row he hadn’t gotten any pussy.

Another shitty night out. And it looked like this was going to be another shitty morning, which would inevitably lengthen into another shitty day. After finding his bearings, Greg dragged himself into the kitchen, looking for some food. He’d finally sat down with a bowl of cold cereal and a glass of orange juice when he noticed the note. It was a small piece of pink paper, folded carefully and lying on the corner of the table. Tiffany’s, no doubt. Curious, Greg picked it up and unfolded it.

It was Tiffany’s handwriting, all right—all curves and swirls. Greg read it once and then read it again. Slowly, he stopped chewing. His hands shook with rage as his growing anger burned through the hangover. Got you, you little bastard, he thought.

His mind clear, Greg stood up and strode quickly to the front door, pausing only to make sure his keys and wallet were in his pocket. Maybe it wasn’t going to be such a shitty morning after all.

“Oh yeah, that’s it... Good little slut,” Vince groaned as the sexy brunette sucked his cock. What was her name? Allison? Angela? Didn’t really matter. What mattered was that she was his whore now. His first new bitch since Tiffany.

Tiffany. Vince grimaced as he thought of her. The finest bitch he’d ever owned, lost to sheer dumb luck. True, renting her to that birthday party had been reckless, especially before he’d had complete control of her. But how the fuck could he have guessed that she’d be a fucking cheerleader married to some ex-jock? Well, it was all part of the past now. The fact that she hadn’t answered the phone a few hours ago was pretty much the clincher. She wasn’t coming back. Best to concentrate on the future.

Vince grinned as he returned his attention to his new slut. He’d picked her up a couple of weeks ago at a strip club. She was a typical spoiled college bitch, doing laps at the club as a way to pay for all the expensive things that Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t buy for her. Vince knew exactly how to handle her type. He’d played on his boyish looks, getting her to trust him before bringing her home and getting her high. Snorting coke provided a welcome change of pace to her dull life.

That had been a week and a half ago. He’d brought her to the house every evening since then, giving her lessons in how to please a customer before letting her snort a few lines. He didn’t phrase it in those terms, of course; she had no idea that within a month she’d be giving blowjobs to any john that asked. She thought he was just teaching her how to please him; as far as she knew it was just a simple drugs-for-sex transaction. Although she tried to hide it, Vince knew she was a bit miffed at being treated like a piece of property. The thought made him grin. If only the bitch knew what was in store for her.

In a couple weeks she’d be firmly addicted to Vince’s high-grade cocaine and Vince knew he’d be tiring of her body. At that point, he’d inform her that she’d have to start paying for her blow. She’d beg and plead, telling him she couldn’t afford it. Some of the bitches actually tried to pay for it themselves for a few weeks before despairing and begging him for it. Once she’d realized how dependent she was on him, he’d make her the offer: He’d give her all the coke she needed, and she’d let him sell her pussy to whoever he wanted.

Vince grinned as he looked down at his cock, sliding smoothly in and out of the slut’s red-painted mouth. This one had picked up the basics real fast. Vince never had to remind her to put on her makeup or fix up her hair; she’d already learned how important it was to always look sexy. The bitch would make a fine addition to his stable. Vince felt himself approaching orgasm. Time to teach the slut to swallow, he thought.

Just as he felt his orgasm start to build, the doorbell rang. “God damn it,” he muttered as he pushed the brunette off his cock. Swearing profusely, he stood and threw on a bathrobe. “Stay here until I get back,” he instructed the slut. She nodded meekly as he strode out of the room. Whoever this is, he thought, it’d better be good.

“Whaddaya want?” he growled as he opened the door.

The caller was a tall, thickly-built man. A goon sent by some crime lord? “You Vincent Stabone?” he asked. He looked a little too clean-cut to be someone’s muscle. Besides, Vince couldn’t think of anyone he’d pissed off recently.

“Yeah. Who the fuck are you?”

He had barely finished the question when a meaty fist slammed into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him and sending him sprawling to the floor. Gasping for air, he looked up as the man walked in and closed the door behind him. “Who...” he wheezed. “Who sent you? I’ll d-double whatever they paid you...”

The man reached down to grab him by the neck, lifting his skinny frame off the ground like a rag doll. “I sent myself, asshole. You stole my wife.” With that, he swung his arm around, throwing Vince into the wall.

Greg smirked happily as the little shrimp collapsed to the floor, his face bleeding. “You won’t be so pretty when I’m through with you,” he growled, picking up the gasping Vince by the throat. Weeks of pent-up rage came to the surface as Greg pummeled the pimp’s body with his free hand. Revenge was a wonderful thing. “You stole my wife and made her one of your whores, you sonofabitch!” he yelled, tossing the battered Vince to the floor again.

“T-Tiffany?” he asked in an almost whiny tone. “P-please, man, I didn’t know she was married!” He struggled back to his feet.

Greg walked casually over and punched him in the jaw, spinning him around and sending him back to the ground. “Well, that was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

Vince made no move to get back up this time, merely rolling over onto his back so he could see Greg looming over him. “P-please... I’ll give you anything... anything...” Greg picked him up by the throat again, pinning him against a wall.

“W-who are you?” asked a small voice from behind him. Greg turned to look. The speaker was a girl—a gorgeous girl. She couldn’t have been older than twenty. Thick brown hair framed a fresh face, and the bedsheet she was clutching in front of her could only partially hide her voluptuous body.

One of the whores, then. Greg looked at her for a long moment, his cock stirring in his jeans. He looked at Vince, bleeding on the floor, and then back at the girl, and came to a sudden decision. “Go back to the bedroom and don’t come out,” he commanded the whore.

She glanced down at Vince before whispering “Okay,” and turning to hurry back down the hall. Greg watched her go, enraptured by her tight, naked ass. Obedient whore, he thought.

He turned back to Vince. “Do you want to live?” Vince nodded weakly. Greg grinned. “Then you’re going to give me everything.

Greg spent the next hour squeezing everything he could out of Vince. He forced Vince to write everything down. Names, addresses, and phone numbers of clients, suppliers, and whores. He forced Vince to dig up the deed to his house and sign it over to Greg. Some of the clients were lawyers; Greg expected he’d be able to blackmail one of them into making things nice and legal. Vince showed him the secret strongbox where he kept his money and his products, and Greg memorized the combination to the lock.

Once Greg was convinced he’d gotten all the details of the entire operation, he’d forced Vince to start making phone calls. With the phone in one hand and an ice pack in the other, Vince told the suppliers that he would be leaving town for awhile, and that his good friend Greg was going to be overseeing his operation for a year or so. The suppliers were the important ones; Greg knew that he could strong-arm the customers and the bitches.

Once Greg was satisfied, he handed Vince the key to Vince’s second car, a beat-up Dodge he used occasionally when he needed a low profile, and a thousand dollars from the safe. “Now,” he told Vince, “you’re going to drive out of town and keep going until you’re out of the state. And you are never, ever going to come back. If you do, I’ll kill you. Do you understand?”

Vince’s lip was too swollen for him to speak. Defeated, he nodded silently. Greg took him to the car, searched it, removed the handgun from the glove compartment, and threw Vince into the car. He tossed in a clean T-shirt for Vince to change into; the cops might have noticed that the one he was wearing wasn’t supposed to have all those red spots. Greg stood and watched as the former pimp drove down the driveway and off down the street.

Satisfied, he walked back into Vince’s house—no, his house now, and strode back to the bedroom. The girl was waiting as instructed. Her brown eyes widened as he stepped into the room. “W-who are you?” she asked, shrinking away from him.

Greg grinned as he strode over to the bed. “I’m your new boss,” he told her as he unzipped his pants. His rock-hard cock sprang free. The gorgeous brunette’s eyes grew wide as she stared at his shaft. “What’s your name, bitch?” he asked as he climbed onto the bed.

“A-Alicia,” she stammered.

“And what was your arrangement with Vince?”

“H-he gave me... d-drugs and I... I...”

“You were his whore, right?”

She looked away. “Yeah,” she muttered.

“Well, you’re my whore now. I’ll give you the shit you need and you’ll do whatever I tell you. Understand?”

“O-okay.”

“Now spread your legs, bitch,” Greg commanded. He felt a thrill as the slut obeyed him. And there were a dozen more just like her on Vince’s list... Greg surged forward, grunting powerfully as he slammed his cock into the sexy brunette, savoring the tight feel of her wet pussy.

It was barely a minute before he came, his pent-up frustration exploding into the moaning whore beneath him. He grinned in triumph as he watched his jism seep out of her pussy around his cock. He still had a lot to learn, he knew, but he was looking forward to his new life.