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Fitnessstudio Lehrer füttert ethnischen Boden cum
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Chapter 1 Ever since our parents died in a car crash a year ago, my sister and I were sent to my aunt's as she was our next of kin, our legitimate guardian. She was kind to us, gave us all the attention and love two young girls needed to be healthy, physically and mentally. She was even better than our mother, that I have to admit.

Laura and I were 19 and 18 respectively. We both have good curves in our body, that's what our aunt, Mary, always says. Sometimes, I could see aunt Mary eyed us like we were some sort of prey. It's really weird. Those eyes were burning through me when she glared at me.

Perhaps it was love that created such blazing stare, to watch for our safety, or so I thought. It all began clear when one night, there was a fight between my sister and aunt Mary. My sister, being 19 and rebellious, decided to hang out with some junkies that looked like drug addicts.

My aunt, of course, objected firsthand. Hell, even I don't approve of them, but I was too scare that it might damage the sisterly bond between us if I intervene. So, instead, I kept quiet about it. My sister went out eventually, disobeying my aunt's order. That night as my sister walked out the house, I could see the true intensity behind the burning eyes. I thought I might be wrong about it, but that time, I saw something sinister.

Eyes that told me that she had something prepared to teach my sister a lesson. It startled me and I forced myself up into my room, maybe to cry or to hide from my aunt, I wasn't sure.

Here's where it got all funny. There was a lightnin strike so loud, I woke up from my sleep. I looked at the time and it was way past midnight. If I'm an early riser, I might even call it morning. My sister wasn't in her bed. I remembered during the argument, she did mention to my aunt that it wasn't going to take too long. Only a couple of hours, which meant she would be back by now.

But she wasn't in her bed which definitely struck me as odd. One thing came to mind was that she's getting a earful from aunt Mary now. Or some sort of late night punishment. Curiosity got the better of me and so i'd decided to sneak out of my room, which we were not allowed to after midnight, a rule set by aunt Mary, to ensure our safety, or so she told us. When I was out, I saw no light coming out from aunt Mary's room. Usually, she would on her side lamp when she sleeps, but there was no light from the edge of the door.

I immediately thought about my sister and what sort of punishment she might get. As I walked further, my mind kept speculating what sorts of punishment she might get this time. Laura wasn't the most obedient girl around and often get punishment from aunt Mary. Washing the dishes? Cleaning the bathroom?

Mopping the entire house? I kept my brain tied up with the debate of punishments until I heard moans echoed through the house. It was soft, barely audible. I explored further and went down a floor to the living room and another moan rang through the darkness.

I turned to the source and quickly realized that it came from the basement. "You've got to be kidding me." this room was a dead on restriction. Our aunt had stressed that this room should not be entered at any cost. I crept surreptitiously, not wanting to let aunt Mary know that I was out of bed during bedtime or my nightly exploration into the prohibited zone.

As I approached nearer to the basement door, the moans grew louder and clearer. The moans were none other that my sister's. I recognized the pattern in her moans, the moan that she let out when masturbating. I quickly palmed my mouth as I was about to let out a giggle.

She's masturbating in a room that we are not allowed in, and I couldn't shake the thought that this might be Laura's way of retaliating. If this is what she's been up to, I had to say that she went all out with it. Nevertheless, I was curious, not of her lustful night life, but of the strange room that aunt Mary forbade us to enter.

Since my sister was in there, it further fueled my courage to open the door. Warm orange light blinded my eyes for a moment. I blinked a few times to get my eyes adjusted to the new brightness. The moans were more prominent now. My heart raced even more, the temptation of breaking the rule was ever captivating to me. And then, a voice stopped my heart. "Laura, you've been very naughty over the past few months." said a familiar voice, in a very low salacious tone followed by a muffled cry from my sister.

I couldn't believe it. It was my aunt's voice. I shivered in fear immediately. My feet froze to the ground, my legs locked at their straightened position. I was immobilized. Part of me told me to just walk back out and sleep, pretend that nothing had ever happened.

But my curiosity was unbearable as well. I thought, if I were to be very quiet, I could perhaps feed my curiosity without my aunt knowing. I crept like a ghost, tiptoed so quietly that I didn't even hear my own steps. As I approached the flight of stairs that will bring me to the basement, I went into a prone position, crawling up slightly so that my eyes can peak through the wedging gap below the wall. My throat failed me instantly, letting of an audible gasp when I saw my sister, tied to a leather covered gym bench.

However, luck was on my sight went my gasp was obscured by my sister's yelp when my aunt swung down a cat-o-nine whip down onto her sex, helplessly spread open by metal chains that locked her ankle down to the floor.

Her wrists were bounded by leather cuffs and securely bolted to metal chains that locked them firmly above her head. There's a red color ball covering her mouth, with black straps securing it in place.

"It sadden me that you keep defy me, Laura." aunt scolded softly, which sent shivers down my spine. Her pussy was so drenched that from this distance, I could see it glistened.

Another swipe sent my trapped sister shuddered into a spasm frenzy. "Please." she muffled. "I'm sorry." "Oh, you are now?" she raised her tone skeptically. "But I'm not done with you yet." she smirked, using her whip to trail across her naked body. The whip drew my attention to her breast. It was roughly a C-cup. However, it was not the size of her breast that caught my attention. It was her nipples. They were clamped with some metallic clamp, like those paperclips I used to have, and a string that tied it to a weight hanging at the side of the bench.

I covered my mouth again in shock. It looked painful. Aunt Mary dropped the cat-o-nine whip on the floor and turned to the counter built along the wall. On the counter, there were many things I had never seen before. Some of them were long, with many colors and thickness. Some were tiny egg-like objects with wire connected to a box. More whips and canes of all shapes and sizes. All arranged neatly on the long counter.

My eyes turned back to Laura, who squirmed on the bench, trying to escape my aunt. But I could see the hopelessness in her face. Even I knew those chains won't break, at least not by her alone without any help.

Aunt Mary came back to her with her hand holding some clamps same like those on clamping Laura's nipples. In a slow, graceful strode, Aunt Mary moved between Laura opened legs with her helpless pussy in display for Aunt Mary. Adrenaline rushed through my brain as I watched my aunt carefully pulled Laura's labia and clamped it before letting go. Laura yelped helplessly. Aunt Mary did the same for the other side. Purposefully, she then tied a string on each other the clamps.

The string was then pulled back before aunt secured them to the side of the bench. To my surprise, I could Laura's pink pussy spread precariously wide and audaciously wet. Her opening was so visible for me that I couldn't help but to feel strangely excited.

My stomach began to fill with butterflies although it was inappropriate at the time. My dilemma of whether should I feel erotically excited was disturbed when Laura moaned loudly.

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My eyes quickly focused back to my aunt and my excitement shoot through the roof. Aunt was rubbing something that looked like an asparagus, only that the tip was more bulgy and black in color, around Laura's spread pussy.

My thighs clamped shut, trying to find comfort to curb the unusual sensation burning between my legs. Laura moaned in protest, but that didn't stop aunt Mary from moving the long object in and out of her pussy. Occasionally, she would circle the tip around Laura's clitoris, which made her squeal in her restrains. As aunt Mary mercilessly tortured her pussy, Laura wet herself, pissing out a stream of yellow liquid onto the floor.

But aunt's great reflex took her out of the way before it can hit her. "Look at you. Wet yourself. What a naughty pussy we have here." she mocked. Laura shook her head, whimpering for mercy. "Tsk tsk tsk.I guess we have to stuff that hole up." she smiled, slowing moving back to the arsenal of pussy weapons she lined up on the counter. I swallowed my saliva that unconsciously had collected itself when i gawked just now, eagerly wanting to know what's going to happen next.

Instinctively, i snaked my hand and pressed onto my sex. I could feel my face burning up. "Here." she snapped. My eyes almost popped out, anticipating her next show. She strapped something like a thong, only that it was made of black leather and a thick black length protruded out of the front, It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going to happen. Laura yelped in fear when she saw that thing swinging as aunt walked towards her.

Aunt untied Laura's gag, releasing a flood of begging and pleas that filled the room. My lung stopped, unable to breath as i witnessed my sister in distress.

But my groin was betraying the sisterly love we had. My pussy was begging to be tortured just like hers. I wanted to keep watching so much that it didn't even occur to me that i should report this. "Suck it." aunt commanded, drawing my attention back to them. "Please." my sister begged. "Suck it hard. Make sure it's wet." "I'm sorry aunt. I won't do that again. Please." she cried.

Aunt ignored her and deliberately pinched her nose. With only one possible way to breath, Laura opened her mouth wide, reluctantly welcomed the thickness into her. "You better make it wet before i shove it into your pussy." she warned. "You won't like it dry." i saw a grin curled from her face. The black dildo was so thick that there's no room for her to get air through her mouth.

It completely sealed her mouth. Knowing that, aunt quickly released her nose, allowing her to breathe through it normally. Aunt moved her hips slowly, moving the dildo in and out of Laura's mouth. "I think this should do it." she moved away, dragging the dildo off the crying girl. "I'm sorry, Aunt. I promise i won't do it again." she whimpered. "I know you won't. But you still have to take the punishment." she smiled. The irony of it.

That smile was the very same when she was lecturing us what's wrong and what's right when we were still kids. It clearly reflected in my sister's eyes as she blinked innocently, whining but no longer complaining. Obviously, the eloquence of that smile had brought Laura to the realization that there was no way out of this, like it was used to be while we were toddlers.

Only this time, it's a more "grown up" punishment. "Good girl." she patted her head. Carefully stepping her feet onto the small ledges on the bench, aunt Mary was able to climb on top of Laura. The position offered a great view for me. Aunt's penile imitation rubbing along Laura's pussy made my heart skipped a beat. I'd never witness sex before. Not even on the internet. This was mind blowing. The black dildo was so big, way bigger than Laura's pussy could possibly fit, but my assumption was quickly proven wrong when the thick black rod slid into Laura's pussy like a fitting key to a lock.

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Her pussy engulfed the thick length like it was nothing. My eyes widen in surprise. Aunt Mary continued excavating her pussy by pushing the dildo deeper and deeper into Laura. Laura squirmed, though i wasn't quite sure if she's enjoying or in distress. A groan escaped when the last inch of that thickness disappeared into my sister's pussy. "It's big." my sister moaned. Aunt Mary did not reply, instead, she pumped the huge cock in and out of her.

What started out to be a gentle undulation turned into an engine piston running at full throttle. Her hips moved so fast, the dildo dragged Laura's skin out a little every time she pulled. Laura's breathing became erratically audible, filling the confined space with lewd moans and groans. It almost sounded she was actually somewhat enjoying this. I stared at the thickness as it ravaged Laura's vulnerable pussy with so much carnal, so much raw power, i began to feel wetness escaped my own pussy.

My fingers slid into my short pants and tentatively massaged my desperate spot to ease down the heat. It felt great. It felt real.

It felt so strong that i wanted to be the one tied down there having my pussy devastated by the monstrous cock. I wanted to have my aunt ravish my innocence. "Oh no. Don't you dare come." Aunt warned, although her continued effort said otherwise.

She must have seen how Laura reacted and should know orgasm was inevitable. My heart lurched and my fingers grew even more bolder, penetrating my pussy when i heard the contradictory warning.

Aunt warned Laura not to come, yet her hips never cease, pumping and thrusting that big cock into Laura's pussy relentlessly like a mechanical piston. It's clear that aunt wanted her to come. But the warning of the inevitable made my blood boiled. It's like she order Laura to do something that she had no control of.

Aunt was the one in control. And this definitely looked like a display of who's in power and who's in submission. Soon, Laura couldn't hold on any longer.

She screamed loudly before her pussy gushed out a tream of clear fluid. Her breathing stopped for a moment before turning into shuddering gasps. My fingers wriggled faster, desperate for the fruit it bears when the orgasm comes. "I warned you not to come." she said as if Laura had a choice. "I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me anymore." Laura begged. "Hmm. If it hurts, then why did you come so hard?" she lightly tapped Laura's face.

Laura's lips pressed into a hard line. Her face was already flushed, but if her face wasn't before, she was going to blush now. She shied away from my aunt, turning to the side. "You are so naughty. But before i continue, i think i need to go check on your sister." My heart stopped! "You gave quite a scream." I quickly climbed up, removing my slightly moist fingers from my pussy and rushed quietly out of the door.

I gently, but as quick as possible, closed the door behind me before flying back up to the stairs. When i was upstairs, i could hear my aunt panting. Without thinking, i quickly rushed back into my room, closed the door and jumped into my bed before hiding under my quilt. When the door opened, i held my breath. I kept praying that she won't notice. She walked in and touched on my forehead, caressing my hair. "Hmm." she mumbled. My heart nearly jumped out from my chest.

Did she found out? Was there sweat on my head? I don't think so. I didn't felt wetness on my head. Instead, the wetness building between my legs was unbearable. It's as if tears of desperation from my pussy, begging me to please it.

Fortunately, aunt Mary walked back out, closing the door behind. My chest relaxes. I breathed heavily. I could not believe how precarious the situation was. As the tension in my mind began to dissolve into the night, the desperation between my legs yearned for the return of my fingers. Unable to hold on any longer, i discarded my pants and underwear in one swift move. Fingers quickly found the treasured spot and tentatively eased the fiery pit to cool it.

The sensation was superb. I could hardly think of anything. I couldn't care if aunt Mary was to come in and caught be 'wethanded'.

I need to release. My mind dwell on the thoughts of my sister. What was she thinking at the moment? What was she feeling? And what if i did get caught, and forced opened so that every part of my body was at the mercy of my aunt. I squirmed in delight with that thought in mind. My fingers drilled deeper, exploring the undiscovered depth, drawing the urge that trapped deep within me. I thought of myself in the place of my sister, having no freedom, no help, no hope.

Defenseless and wide open with all the access for my aunt to make me come hard, to tease me, hit me, play with my sensitive spots, and will never stop no matter how many times i pleaded or begged.

Forcing my pussy to swallow and try out every tool she had on the counter, to penetrate or vibrate until my pussy gives up in an explosive orgasm and i had no control of it.

I wanted to be fucked like that. Yes, FUCKED! I squirmed harder, my thighs clamped tighter onto my fingers, holding them inside while they wriggled hard and violent inside me. My other hand came down to help out, massaging the engorged clitoris that seek the same attention as my pussy. My urge was strong and the feeling grew immensely until all i felt was the pussy, nothing else. And one more sharp thrust of my fingers, i shuddered into orgasm, spewing out vile of warm liquid just like how my sister ended up during hers.

My breath was quick and short. My lungs struggled to fill themselves with air. I closed my eyes, my thoughts wander. No longer thinking of the things that happened just now. A surreal feeling flushed through my mind as i slowly wandered into sleep. When i woke up, my sister is still gone, not in her bed. When i removed the quilt to climb out of bed, i realized just what a terrible mistake i had made. I forgotten about my pants. I stared at the door, and at the same time quickly struggled my two weak legs into the pants and secured it with a ribbon.

The patch of liquid that was supposed to be there was no longer visible. The laws of physics dictates that water evaporates over time.

I was jubilant that there was no stain, no proof that would suggest my late night endeavor. But i wasn't sure i was really happy with that. Part of me wanted to let my aunt know, so that she could punish me like she did to my sister.

When i went down stairs, aunt Mary was there sitting at the dining table preparing breakfast. "Morning, Layla." she greeted with a smile while placing a plate of pancakes on the table.

"Morning aunt Mary. Where's Laura?" I asked deliberately.

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"She's went out early today." she said without looking at me. Bingo! Aunt was lying. She couldn't lie while having eye contact and her avoidance could only mean that she did lie. "Oh. Okay." i said nonchalantly, not wanting to alert her of my knowledge in her nightly indulgence. "Finish your breakfast and go to school." she commanded, with a motherly tone. Nothing like yesterday. "Yes aunt." i replied curtly. After breakfast, aunt gone out for work and presented me the golden opportunity to check up what had happened to Laura.

My curiosity was killing me by the time aunt was just driving out. As soon as she left, i rushed straight to the basement door. Like a kick in the nuts, the door was locked. Terrific, why am i not surprised. But my desperation to know made me creative.

I took out my hair pin and made a shape like those I saw in spies movies. It didn't make sense. I don't even know what was i suppose to do. I just slid it into the keyhole and surprisingly, it clicked. The door was unlocked. My face cracked a grin so wide, I wasn't even sure if I was concern with my sister wellbeing at all. Soft moans vibrated my ear drums and instantly, i knew it was my sister's.

Who else could it be? I stealthily peaked through the gap first, and noticed that my sister was no longer on the bench. The bench was empty. From the looks of it, no one would know what it actually was for just by looking. The assortments of sex tools were covered with a old cloth. Another soft moaned gave me the sense of direction I needed.

She was behind the stairs. I slowly climbed down, trying to be as quiet as possible. When I turned behind the stairs, there was nothing but carton boxes arranged neatly. I scowled at the boxes. It doesn't make any sense. Another moan came, this time, from beneath the boxes. I took the boxes away, revealing a secret wooden door on the ground. To be sure, I put my ear onto it. There was a humming sound emanating down there, as if a generator was running.

Eloquently, another moan came through. It was evident. My curiosity finally shot through the roof. I carefully, being as quiet as possible, lifted up the wooden plate that concealed the passage.

There was light down here, bright white light. I climbed down the ladder that was connected to the edge of the entrance. When I reached the concrete ground, my head turned around in amazement. The room was huge. It was a 4 sided, square room that was twice the size of the living room and filled with stuff that I had never seen before.

Large mechanical and lustful tools. At one of the corner sat Laura. Her eyes were conveniently blindfolded. Great, she doesn't know I'm here. I approached her carefully, not wanting to make any noise at all. When I was about half-way across, I saw leathery belts securing her hands to the arm rest of the wooden chair, and her ankles on the front legs of the chair.

Her mouth was gagged with the same red ball I saw several hours ago. The humming sound was also greater as I approached her. Clearly, the source of the sound was where she's sitting. I thoroughly examine her as I stepped closer and something beneath her chair caught my attention. I squatted down to get a good look. To my horror, or excitement, the box was some motor that drove a dildo up and down through the chair.

There's a hole in the seat of the chair. When I placed my eyes the at the level between her and the machine, it's clear that Laura's pussy was aligned to where the dildo was going. The machine was fucking her. Laura was tensed. Perhaps she was trying to stop the dildo from going in and out of her.

Trying to shut her pussy from letting it in. Nevertheless, the machine seemed not troubled at all as it mechanically drove the thick brown monster into her pussy dutifully. I stared intently on her pussy, so reluctant, so swollen, but yet the puckered lips had no choice but to go on, to absorb the impact of the mechanical thrust. My pussy moist at the sight. I felt the same warmth growing on my stomach, the familiar feeling I had before I orgasm. Luckily the attire I chose was very convenient at this hour of need.

It was t-shirt and a short skirt. I took out my panties with haste and started touching my already wet pussy. It felt good. Two of my fingers slid down the moistened channel in unison with the dildo that entered my sister's pussy. I knelt in front of her, my legs parted slightly to allow access for my hand, I intensely watched the monster ravaged my sister's pussy. Her pussy was so wet it made me excited.

I don't know what it meant and I didn't care. I just wanted to keep watching and touching myself. After I came, I put on my panties again and climbed out, leaving no trace that I had been into there before I went to school. I didn't help my sister. It wasn't fear that I might get caught that stopped me, it was lust.

I think I like to watch my sister get tied up and fucked. And I wanted to see what my aunt planned for her.

Chapter 2 It been 3 days since Laura's captive. No one had saw her ever since, except for me and aunt Mary. But what surprised me was that none of her so called friends ever contacted her.

It's as if she was no one. Or maybe aunt Mary did something that convinced everyone she was 'in safe hands'. My aunt gave me the reason that she was going for a college interview with one of her friends and won't be back for at least a week. My brain oddly registered that as a good news. Not because I won't have to share my room with my sister, but I could continue my little peeping adventure whenever I get the opportunity. I knew where aunt hid my sister and I knew how to get to it.

I wondered where Laura slept? Probably inside that secret playroom under the house. There might be a bed down there to let her sleep.

Aunt Mary was cautious, never bringing up the news of my sister to get me from being suspicion, and of course, I played along. I even set up a hidden camera in the secret room since I knew I won't be able to get down there with aunt Mary inside.

Every night opened my laptop and watched how aunt gave Laura a spanking for every wrong things she did. Laura was forced to call aunt Mary, master and if she failed to do so, her ass, pussy and nipples were going to get hurt. One night, aunt Mary commanded Laura to lick her pussy. At first I thought Laura won't do it. It would need a gun pointed to her head for her to do it.

I knew my sister well. The catch was, I didn't know my aunt at all. My aunt started the challenge, or what I would see as, by having my sister strapped to a bed. Yes, I've recalled. There was a bed for her to sleep. Her legs and arms were pulled taunt towards each bedpost.

She wasn't able to move at all. Her eyes were covered as usual, and her mouth was gagged. The only difference was this time, instead of a moving dildo inside her pussy, 5 white patches, 2 on each side of her thigh and 1 directly on top of her clitoris, were placed.

The patches had wires connecting them to a power box. The indication on the power box showed that there was some kind of electricity running into those patches. I didn't get much from the patches. I never thought that electricity can make someone that needy. And the evidence was right in front of me.

My sister's pussy was drenched with her nectar, oozing out audaciously, pleading for someone to make her poor desperate pussy to come, hard. But I glanced at the watch and I knew aunt Mary won't be back in another 4 more hours. It was really captivating. My sister couldn't come as there wasn't enough push to get her over the edge, yet the electricity was just enough to keep her constantly wanton, needy, dying for an orgasm.

I couldn't help it but to stare in amazement and began touching myself. I wondered what it would felt like if I put one patch on my pussy. But the unit was on Laura.

I can't risk the possibility of her knowing that I knew and didn't help. That would devastate her. Nevertheless, I used my fingers to rub myself, hard and fast. I needed to come too. If I don't, I feared that I might ended up doing something stupid. After fingering my pussy till climax, I went back up and set things the way they were before.

All I have to do next was to wait for the night to come. Every night, since that day, Aunt Mary came in and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

She thought that I would think that it was all motherly, but I knew the intention she had. She just wanted to know if I was really asleep. Nevertheless, I was grateful for her kisses, in a way that it told me that the movie was about to start. That night when she kissed me and went out, I spared no time and quickly started up my laptop. I didn't want to miss anything of course.

And I knew I was just in time when aunt Mary came out from the door. The camera may not catch every corner of the room, but the view was wide enough to cover most of them.

Especially my sister's naked body and what my aunt wanted to do with it. "I hoped you rested well enough." she said sardonically. I scoffed at her words.

She's cruel. She walked closer and closer to her and the first thing she did was touching her pussy. "It's very wet down here." she commented. I heard my sister moaned in pleasure. Her hips quickly grasped the opportunity my aunt's fingers presented, thrusting forward to get more pressure. But my aunt quickly retracted the fingers, destroying her attempts to pleasure from it. My sister whined emphatically.

"Tsk tsk tsk.not so fast young lady." she laughed. She then rubbed the wet fingers on Laura's nose. "Like the smell?" Laura nodded hastily, though I was not sure whether she agreed because she was forced to or she really did like the smell. Aunt Mary took off her gag and blindfold. "Please! Master. I want to come." Laura pleaded. My jaws dropped in disbelief. Laura was no obedient girl, she's a lioness, she's the master, no one else controlled.

But here she was, begging like a feeble kitten. I was amazed by just how fast that thing changed Laura. Yesterday she was obviously reluctant to say the word master, but now, she's saying it without second thoughts.

"If you be good, then I might let you come." she offered with a smile so wide, it was pretty clear through the camera. "I'll be a good girl. I'll be a good girl. Let me come, master." Laura panted. "We'll see about that." my aunt scoffed before she dropped her pants together with her underwear. She mockingly turned her body around to let her niece have a look on her features, which only served to confuse the Laura. "What a show off." I scoffed. My aunt lifted her bloused and then took off her bra.

After getting naked, she cautiously climbed onto the over sized bed and straddled my sister's head. Both of them was in a position called 69, if my knowledge after spending sometime on the internet didn't fail me.

"Lick my pussy." my aunt ordered. "Holy shit!" I cursed in utter disbelief. Obediently, my sister began licking my aunt's pussy, desperately, as if her life depended on it.

My aunt closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. She gripped one of her own breast while the other hand slithered down to rub against her clit. "Good girl." my aunt praised. That moment, something struck my mind with a brick. I never would have thought Laura could be so obedient. But the control my aunt has over her made her as obedient as a slave. Yes, she's a slave by the looks of it. I couldn't help it but to gasp in amazement at this very development.

My sister's pussy got electrocuted for half a day and that's it to bring out little kitty Laura. That night itself forced out every ounce of innocence inside of me as I finally knew what sex can do to someone. I can't wait to try it on someone. Someone I knew that won't want to be lesbian and a lioness. Someone like my sister. And I'm going to be my aunt.

That thought made me felt alive again ever since the death of mom and dad. After witnessing all those for 3 days, I was never able to pay attention in school. I could no longer focus on the white board without thinking of Laura and my Aunt. I even brought my laptop to my school and fed my camera to an only feed so I can watch my sister being tortured everywhere I go.

I would go to the toilet discreetly, and masturbated while watching my sister fucked by machines. Every time aunt Mary works, she would make sure Laura was strapped into something that can run as long as the house got power. Watching my sister struggled on her restrains, having various machines running on her made me ever needy to masturbate. It was exhilarating to watch Laura being in that situation.

No control. No life. Only multiple times of orgasms every day. She don't even have the control to eat as all her food was fed by aunt Mary, like she was her pet kitten. ===================================================================================== "You looked weak. Are you insomniac lately?" asked Amanda when I walked out from the toilet. "And why would you bring a laptop into the toilet." "I don't like having something so expensive lying on the ground outside.

Someone might steal it." I lied. Thought it was partially true. "You can always pass it to me, Layla. It's not like I'm going to run of with this." she chuckled care-freely. Amanda was my best friend. She has long black hair that hanged to her breast. She's skinny, and her skin was rather light.

She wasn't pretty as her style always cramps her down. She has the features of a model, yet she elected to choose lumpy clothing. It's really frustrating sometimes when I tried to persuade her to wear nicer clothes. She had all sorts of reason to make herself from dwelling into fashion. "You really ought to change the way you dress Amanda.


It's not healthy." I said while gesturing my hand at her. "I like the way I dress. It's comfortable." she pouted, adjusting her glasses slightly. "You really looked like a nerd." I joked.

"I am a nerd." she chuckled shyly. "Anyway, I heard your sister's been interviewing for college. How did it go?" Holy fucking shit! "Uhm.everything's okay. She called back, told us that she's preparing for the interview, asked us not to interrupt her." I lied, more fluently that I would have thought. "I see. That's too bad then. I'll just tell him she's busy." "Tell who?" my eyes turned to her. This was bad. If someone was looking for her, it wouldn't take too long for him to notice something was wrong.

"James. James Lancaster. The guy from the tattoo parlor. He's kind of worried, you know, when he asked me." Amanda cocked her head to the side, trying to remember the details. "Oh. That. Yeah. You tell him that my sister doesn't want to be disturbed for now. Okay?" I tried to sound calm, but when Amanda gave me a suspicious look, I knew I failed. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "Yeah. Everything is okay. Don't worry about it." I smiled, trying to make it looked convincing.

"Okay." she dropped the subject. "We are about to late for class, better get going now." she reminded. We entered the class just in time before the teacher started. We always occupies the front seat because the back seats are always taken, and Amanda, being a nerd, can never resist the temptation of sitting in front.

While the teacher blabbered stuffs about mechanics and laws of physics, I could not concentrate as my mind kept rewinding how aunt forced Laura to come. I couldn't shut my brain down and I could already feel the wetness between my legs.

Crap! I've just came not long ago. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, trying to ease of the urge in my stomach. Then, something outraging occurred. The face of Amanda having an orgasm appeared in the white board.

My fingers swooped down stealthily and pinched the crap out of my thigh. My eyes winched and all my concentration focused on the pain, shattering the image in the white board. "What's wrong?" Amanda whispered to me. In an instant, I could hear Amanda screaming for help, pleading for me not to make her come again with the blue bulgy vibrator that aunt used on Laura. "Nothing." my voice broke. I turned to the other side, avoiding eye contact with her. My mind was going crazy. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that triggered such 'episodes'.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Jennings, our Physics teacher, caught me in her sight. She scowled for a while and immediately, I looked away. I knew my face had to be blushing for her to look at me that way. "Layla?" she asked authoritatively. Crap! Had she seen through me? I could feel the entire class glaring at me, like I'm a lamp in a very dark room. "Yes Mrs. Jennings." I mumbled shyly with my eyes looked as low as possible.

"Are you having fever?" her voice was filled with concerned. I let out a breath of relief. A fever, of course. What else could it be? "I don't know." I muttered. "Amanda, can you send Layla's to the nurse's office?" "Yes, Mrs. Jennings. Come on Layla." Amanda held on my arm and my heart lurched again. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands into a fist. We walked slowly, with Amanda's arm hooking into mine. My pace was slow, but not labored since it wasn't really a fever that struck me.

"You don't seem feverish." Amanda uttered when her hand palmed on my forehead. Butterflies flew in an instant. My hand quickly landed on it to put some comforting pressure over my urging stomach. "It's not fever." I confessed softly. "Huh?" she gave me a confused look. "I don't know what it is. Just put me in the nurse's office." I kept my voice as low as possible. I don't want my voice to break now.

"Okay." We walked through some distance before reaching the nurse's office. It took me a quite a lot of self control to take down my urge between my legs. The thoughts I had about Amanda dissipated as well as I walked. When we entered the nurse's office, Ms. Scott, the school's nurse, came out and grabbed hold of my other arm. "Here." she ordered.

Amanda gently placed me down on a soft leather chair in the office. Double crap! Leather. I bit down my lip as a contingency before my brain made me imagining things. The nurse sat down on the chair in front of me. "What is your name?" she asked. "Layla." I mumbled, still trying to fight the resurfacing urges. "Layla, what's the matter?" she asked with a velvet voice that would melt a man's heart.

Luckily I'm not one. "I don't know." I muttered. Yes, I didn't know what's wrong with me, stop asking me that. "Here" she withdrew a digital thermometer covered with plastic and put near my mouth. I obediently opened my mouth and let her placed it under my tongue.

"Hold it there for a while." the nurse turned back to her desk and grabbed a form. "Alright." she removed the thermometer and expertly discarded the used plastic into the waste basket. "Your temperature is 37.5 Degree C. That's slightly high. Do you feel uncomfortable?" "No." I mumbled. Though I had to admit to myself that I wasn't at all comfortable.

I was dying for an orgasm! "Come. Lie down on the bed for a while." I stood up and followed the nurse to a single bed and climbed onto it without hesitation. I needed to get as much control as possible and sitting there with Amanda holding my hand all the time wasn't helping at all. "You can go back to your class now." Ms.

Scott told Amanda. "Can't I stay here with her?" Amanda asked. "No!" I interjected with an awkwardly high pitch. Both pair of eyes stared at me. "You don't have to. Mrs. Jennings is going to a new chapter." I toned down, smiling convincingly. "I'm a nerd you know." Amanda smirked. "Skipping a class won't harm my results." Ms.

Scott gave Amanda a knowing smile. I guessed she's a nerd too. "Besides." she moved closer to me, before whispering into my ear "We all know how boring her teaching is." Senses overloaded!

My face blushed instantly like I've just swallowed a bottle of chilli peppers. My hands raced to cover my face. "What's the matter?" the nurse snapped. "Nothing." my voice broke. "I need to rest." I said hastily. "Alright now." the nurse interrupted. "Let's leave Layla for a while. Amanda, go back to class." "Okay. Ms. Scott." Amanda replied with a disembodied voice. When Amanda left, I scuffled the bed to draw the neatly folded quilt out over my head.

I can't believe my body reacted that much. It didn't happened last time? Why now? My mind just couldn't think. The only thought were those that threatens my sanity. Those thought that involved Amanda naked and me torturing her in every possible way a girl would hate. I bit down on my lips again, hoping the pain would draw me away from the sickening thoughts.

Unfortunately, that didn't work. Biting my lips made me thought of biting on Amanda's lips. What am I suppose to do? I almost yelled Hallelujah when Ms. Scott drew the white curtain to cover my bed, giving me some extra privacy. With the curtain drawn, I could now freely squirmed under the quilt to ease the urge more effectively.

My hands desperately slid down to draw up the hem of my skirt before working diligently on the aching pussy that anguished for an orgasm. I let out a soft moan, exhausting the trapped pleasure building within me. Despite my demeaning behavior, Ms. Scott wasn't aware as she was humming tunes at her desk. Most probably she was listening to her mp3 player like she always did when she had nothing to do in the office.

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I knew that this was the time for me to do it. I removed my panties and continued my little exercise. My fingers became bolder, working industriously to rub my swollen distressed clitoris.

I let out a couple of moans since it won't bother Ms. Scott at all. It was working. I began to feel the pressure building just now had been channelled down south where my fingers relentlessly forcing it to release. I spread my legs wider to allow more access for my fingers to work. Since I was given much more privacy than before, I let my imagination loosed in my mind.

The gagged and tied Amanda appeared right away. Her hands were behind her back, and her legs were wedged open by a long metallic bar. I imagined fingering her pussy with 3 fingers, and the other free hand caressed her vulnerable breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples at the right moment. "Please." she muffled in her gagged as my fingers mercilessly forced her pussy wetter. My thumb circled on top of her clitoris, pleasuring the trapped girl even more.

Amanda squirmed helplessly, trying to escape my mind blowing fingers, but with her body trapped with series of ropes, she's defenseless and hopelessly whimpered as my fingers assaulted her pussy.

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The forth finger went in when she was absolutely wet. The sloshing sound of my fingers slamming into her wet crack drummed my ear. I took one of her breasts into my mouth, nibbling the engorged nipple protruding audaciously. She yelped, but that's about the only thing she could do.

Complaining, whining, protesting and whimpering, but none of those would protect her pussy, to stop me from playing with it. "You are a naughty girl, Amanda. And for that, I'm going to make you come." I threatened. Amanda begged even more, pleading me not to make her come, not to make her lose control. But she had no control to begin with, she was bounded securely, vulnerably exposed at my mercy where I entire had the control over her body. She was mine, her body, her pussy, her orgasm were mine to control.

After many tantalizing strokes and the fantasy of Amanda yelling while squirting vigorously from her reluctant pussy, my urge was finally answered as I shuddered into one of the most satisfying orgasm I ever had. Before I knew it, a loud groan escaped my throat and alerted Ms.

Scott. "What's wrong?" she snapped and I heard her dropped her MP3 device onto the desk. My eyes widened in horror. I closed my legs and pretended to sleep. When the curtain opened, Ms. Scott rushed in and touched my forehead again. "Oh dear." she whispered to herself.

I knew from that tone that it appeared as if my so called fever had worsened. I could feel my own sweat on my forehead when Ms. Scott wiped it away with a soft towel. My breath was labored, not because I wanted to look like I was seriously ill, but my body needed a lot of air after that little entertainment I had under the quilt.


Not long after, something cool landed on my forehead. It must be a cooling pad that Ms. Scott, unknowing of the real problem, decided to put it to cool my wrongly diagnosed fever. "Layla?" she whispered softly beside my ear. I kept still, decided to pretend that I was asleep. After a few more attempts of waking me up, she finally came to a conclusion that I was asleep and decided to leave me be.

Since she believed that I was asleep, I've decided to make it true. The toe curling orgasm I had just now carved out a huge amount of energy from me. I sneakily slid my panties back when she was returning to her place. After putting my panties back on, my mind slowly wandered into the darkness, and I fell asleep for real. I slept for about 3 hours before Ms. Scott woke me. My mistaken fever also vanished after that long sleep.

I was now fit as a fiddle, as Ms. Scott said. I met up with my best friend, Amanda shortly leaving the nurse's office.

She was waiting for me outside with my bag to leave the school together. "That was quick." Amanda scowled skeptically at my sudden recovery. "Yeah. It's a miracle maybe." I brushed her off nonchalantly to avoiding further questioning from her.

"So, shall we?" she hooked onto my arm in a flash. Somehow the way she did it felt as if she's testing something. Nevertheless, I no longer felt needy like I did before, thanks to the sleep and most of all, the orgasm I had.

We took our separate ways when I reached the bus stop. The bus came shortly to bring me home while Amanda walked back to her house. In the bus, I stared out the window mindlessly trying to figure out what had triggered such 'episodes'. The more I thought about it, the more I knew what had to be done. I needed to tell my aunt the truth, and ask her to educate me about this.