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A Sordid Plot

Chapter 2 - Inductions and Educations

Miku cleared her throat as the elevator-door closed and we began to rise. "So... umm... Sir... have you thought about... that thing I talked to you about last Saturday?" She's quite clearly been bursting to ask that question, ever since we met up by the downtown station. Indeed, she'd looked visibly confused when I had treated out meeting as just another day out together, just like the dates we'd gone on during the early days of our relationship. The fact that we hadn't done so for quite a while, now - our times together almost inevitably being entirely consumed by sex - only added to her mystification.

"Patience, my dear..." I chided her. "A matter like that cannot be decided overnight. I am thinking on it, yes, but that has nothing to do with why we're here, together, today." That was, of course, a big, fat lie. It had EVERYTHING to do with why I'd invited her here today. Gently, I put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Relax, will you? You're a bundle of tensions. Obviously, the whole thing has stressed you out a lot, not that I blame you... but the point is, I think you've earned a treat. Something to take your mind off it all." Her shoulder relaxed under my grip and she nodded, licking her lips at the suggestive tone of my words, eyes flickering to the mostly-unlabeled buttons on the elevator.

She had no idea where we were, or why, obviously, but she trusted me explicitly - a trust I had reinforced with several enjoyable surprises in the past. All she knew was that I had guided her into a very upscale skyscraper in the heart of downtown, passing an expensive, electronic lock with the swipe of a keycard, and ushered her into the elevator. Amusingly, Blackie - who was sitting calmly next to us, tail wagging - probably had a far better idea of what was about to happen than her - he'd been there before, after all, on a number of occasions.

The elevator kept rising, past condos, offices, and even an upscale restaurant with a view, until it reached the penthouse. Miku looked both nervous and excited as we exited the elevator into not a hallway, but rather a small, severe antechamber, dominated by a single, imposing-looking door. It had two cameras mounted over it, set up so as to cover the entire room, including each other's blind-spots, and boasted a keycard-reader AND a biometric lock, with both a palm-scanner and an iris-scanner. Just about the finest home security money could buy. Miku gaped at it. I just grabbed Blackie's lead and pushed open the door, walking in with a grin. "We're expected."

The penthouse apartment we entered was lavishly appointed, unfailingly stylish, and fashionable in the extreme. It was also apparently empty. I led the still-gaping Miku through it, and out into the sunlight again. The open area took up most of the rooftop-space, and boasted a variety of tropical plants, a large swimming-pool, several deckchairs, and two dripping-wet, naked women sixty-nineing on a bath-towel by the poolside. Miku was still gaping, but now a bright blush had crept over her, and her nipples stood out stiff against her light summer-shirt. Holding on to both of her shoulders, I loomed over her from behind, whispering in her ear. "I know you've been wanting to try some lesbo action... so I set up a little party. These girls are old friends of mine. They'll show you a good time, help you unwind."

Despite whispering, the poolside was quiet enough that the two women heard me anyway - we were far above the bustle and traffic of downtown, in a tiny, enclosed world all our own. Looking up from each other's wet cunts, they cast a pair of smoldering looks our way... before both pairs of eyes panned inexorably towards Blackie, who was sitting quietly by my side, his bright-red cockhead just barely peeking out of his sheath as he panted in happy recognition. Fortunately, Miku was too surprised (and aroused) to notice, and a severely censorious glare from me quickly got them both back on the program. Disentangling themselves, they kneeled side-by side on the bath-towel, gloriously naked and wet from the pool, and beckoned for Miku to join them. A light push from me sent her towards them, quickly tearing off the thin shirt and short skirt she'd been wearing, revealing nothing but naked skin underneath - and an already sopping-wet pussy.

With a broad grin, I sat down in a shaded chair by the poolside, grabbing the cool drink that was waiting for me in the shade. Blackie murmured next to me, clearly wondering when he'd get to fuck the two familiar faces I'd just led him to, but I just patted him on the head, and with a whuf and a hang-dog expression, he laid down in the shade to await my command. His time would come, obviously - it wasn't by random pique that I'd decided to kill two birds with one stone and give Blackie some exercise while taking Miku out on a date.

The whole thing had been remarkably easy to set up, really. The owner of the penthouse would do just about anything for a chance to spend time with Blackie, and often had - what I asked this time was comparatively light. Oh, sure, she was straight and everything - save for a bit of experimentation back in college - but she could certainly act like a lesbian for a few hours if it got her a chance to be Blackie's bitch again. The other woman was, of course, Blackie's second-biggest admirer, and also a two-dollar whore. Albeit, looking more like a TWENTY-dollar whore today, thanks to some expert makeup-help from her host. She'd never been one to turn away a female customer, of course, so she had more experience than her current partner-in-crime, if no more inclination. Clearly, as suggested, they had spent the time waiting for my arrival 'learning and teaching', so that they might be ready to receive my current pupil.

Already, Miku had been pulled thoroughly into the action - the whore was busy between her legs, noisily licking away at her pussy, while she herself locked lips with the supermodel, exchanging deep, erotic, tongue-wrestling kisses. Some of her initiative was starting to show, however, with one hand rising to caress the model between her slender, shapely thighs, fingers pushing past wet labia to caress the insides. If she'd had any reservations about getting down and dirty with two women she'd never seen before, never even exchanging a single word with them, they had obviously been swiftly discarded.

My confidence in the plan was rising steadily as I watched her back curl in orgasm - probably the first of many. My greatest hold over her had always been her desire to belong. She'd felt out of place, and I'd_given_ her a place - so of course, she'd responded by molding herself to fit the offered space. But humans were, ultimately, herd-animals. Validation given by the many holds far greater sway than that which comes from a single individual. In introducing her to two of my past conquests, I had expanded on her place, made her part of a group. People regularly did crazy things in order to stick with their group. "If all your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it too?" is a question asked by many a mother, and statistically speaking, the answer is a resounding "YES!" Everyone fears ostracism from their 'group', whatever it might be, and the young fear it more than anything else.

Sipping my drink in the shade, I watched the lesbian threesome unfolding before me. The two older women labored under my sharp eyes to give Miku the best possible induction into bisexuality, unconcerned with their own pleasure (though, of course, said induction DID include pushing her face into the model's stylishly-manicured pussy for a taste of the sweet, flowing juices), and rapidly reduced the teenager to a pile of overstimulated flesh, shivering in frequent orgasms. The tone also gradually shifted, from the erotic towards the depraved. Soon, she found herself on her back with the whore sitting astride her face, well-worn asshole planted squarely on her mouth, with her nose thus lodged halfway up a wet cunt, while the model worked a slender, well-lubricated hand up her pussy, flexing her fingers to send orgasmic shudders up her young body.

I let them carouse by the poolside for about an hour, all told - sweatily entangled beneath the hot sun. The early stages of dehydration would be setting in by then, further unfocusing Miku's already pleasure-soaked mind. Her every erogenous zone was being caressed, hard or softly; pussy, asshole, nipples, lips... yes, never let anyone tell you that the lips and mouth aren't an erogenous zone. Certainly, the frequent frenching was leaving her out of breath, and not just due to partially blocking her airways. Regardless, she seemed as ready as she was going to get. Lifting a hand, I gave the signal, and the model - who had been waiting eagerly for it - quickly reacted. Untangling herself from the pile of naked bodies, she rolled off the bath-towel and got on her hands and knees next to it, ass turned towards me and shaking invitingly. With a touch, I let Blackie loose, prompting him to leap across the intervening space with a joyful bark, mounting the eagerly-waiting supermodel with practiced ease.

Miku was too caught up in her own pleasure to notice right away - the whore was still working on her, albeit throwing a jealous glance at the model. Laying halfway across the slender teen's body, she was working her fingers between widely-splayed legs, kissing and caressing her face with all the appearances of hungry desire. The model's moans of ecstasy soon drew her attention, however, and her delicately-shaped eyes grew wide as she saw the beautiful woman beside her kneel beneath Blackie's bulk, face contorted with all-consuming pleasure. He was mounting her pussy, by my command - a rare treat for her - and his expert strokes were stimulating her clear from cervix to clit. That she was being dog-fucked right next to two women she'd never met before today didn't seem to concern her any - she trusted me, after all, and I had introduced them to her. Besides, it was Blackie - she would've let him mount her in front of an army of paparazzi, had she been given the opportunity. Denying him anything, anywhere, anytime, was practically unthinkable to her.

I watched with a grin as Miku's spine arched in a fresh orgasm, caused by the whore's practiced fingers but certainly spiced by the bestial sight she was beholding. Certainly, she was making no move to protest, complain, or remove herself from the scene - why would she? She was surrounded by people who were treating it as normal, for all that it was inarguably an illegal act just about anywhere outside of Brazil. She just kept watching, open-eyed, as Blackie fucked the brains out of a gorgeous woman, his practiced strokes seemingly sending a fresh orgasm through her every few seconds. Indeed, once Blackie reached his orgasm and pumped a fresh load of hot, thin doggy-cum into the model's eagerly-waiting pussy, her eyes were unblinkingly fixed on their conjoined genitals as the big mastiff pulled out, showing the full size of his bright-red, veiny cock, dripping with juices. The model's labia dragged over his still-swollen knot, but the well-used orifice couldn't hope to maintain a proper tie even with a canine of his size.

Although half-catatonic with pleasure, the model - probably acting on habit more than anything else - managed to swivel around on her knees so that she could suck Blackie's juicy cock clean for him. He knew the routine, of course - as soon as he'd pulled out, he'd sat down on his haunches to give her easy access... and as soon as she engulfed his shaft in her eager lips, he planted one large paw on the back of her head, pushing her down on it, forcing her to deep-throat him. Her body shuddered as she sucked unhesitatingly, a little spray of clear juices between her already cum-flecked thighs demonstrating that she was once again cumming purely from being dominated by her canine paramour. There was no resistance - had he continued to hold her thus, she'd probably have kept caressing his cock until she passed out from lack of oxygen.

But he was better trained than that, and I was keeping an eye on him besides. After a suitable space of time - enough to leave her gasping for air subsequently, but not so much as to actually risk her passing out - he released her, his shaft freshly-cleaned from the knot to the pointy cockhead. Once she'd regained her breath, she crawled - swaying slightly as she went - back to the poolside bath-towel where Miku remained passionately entangled with the whore... who wasted no time dis_entangling herself once her replacement arrived, quite eager for her turn at Blackie. The promise of getting _paid to screw her favorite canine lover had been the plan's main attraction for her.

And in accordance to that plan, she didn't go far - rather than roll off the bath-towel entirely and position herself in parallel, she just swung her rear end out towards Blackie as she got up on her knees - while still keeping her head next to Miku's, frequently kissing her, licking her face, or biting her earlobe in order to keep up the stimulation. (The model, meanwhile, was shimmying back down between Miku's legs, her pussy still dripping doggy-cum, and once again putting her tongue to work.) This ensured that Miku had an up-close view of the whore's ecstatic face as Blackie accepted the invitation and mounted her.

Of course, I had whistled a little signal to him beforehand... ensuring that she got a somewhat different ride than the model. I needed to show off Blackie's range, after all. And besides, while her experience as a prostitute had given her some passing skill as an actress, there was no substitute for real passion - something I knew_just_ how to draw out of her. She wasn't generally a fan of anal sex - like any good prostitute, she charged extra for it - but something about the shape of Blackie's canine cock seemed to change things, for her. Perhaps it rubbed against something a boring old human dick couldn't touch. Regardless of the cause, though, the fact was that while she normally didn't cum from anal, she most certainly_did_ when it was Blackie pounding her dirtpipe - and copiously, at that.

So as Blackie ass-fucked her with the kind of speed and power only a canine could hope to boast, Miku got to watch her face - currently covered in far more expensive and carefully-applied makeup than was her usual habit - contort in expressions of witless ecstasy. And once the first, spine-curling anal orgasm had swept over her, sure enough, she started carrying out her assigned task with a great deal more heat. She dove into Miku's mouth with a passion, plunging her tongue inside, sucking on the lower lip, and producing erotic little yelps of pleasure as she did so. When the convulsions of her second such orgasm caused her to writhe away from Miku's head and further down, she set about teasing the teenage girl's rock-hard nipples with equal fervor - licking, sucking and lightly biting the tender nubs while her fingers busied themselves with whichever her mouth wasn't currently on.

Between that and the model's continued efforts between her legs, Miku had several more highly visible orgasms as she watched Blackie pound away. I was curious to see what she would do when the big, black mastiff finished reaming the whore's asshole - there was a couple of different tracks she could take, and while the plan had accounted for all of them, more data-points would only help me read her even better in the future. So I kept a close eye, even as I continued to casually sip my drink with all appearances of being unconcerned.

After inflicting several orgasms on his bitch, Blackie reached his climax. With a low, growling sound, he shot his hot load deep into the whore's waiting asshole, hind-legs trembling a bit as he held a full-depth penetration. Once he'd finished blowing his load, he pulled out, not waiting for his knot to deflate again - her sphincter stretched around the thick bulge, if not easily then at least willingly... the bounty of professional experience, to be sure. Picking herself up, she followed the model's lead in turning around for the obligatory post-coital cock-cleaning - while she was generally rather reluctant to do ass-to-mouth, I had at least trained her well enough that she didn't hesitate to do it for Blackie.

As she ducked over the once-again seated dog's cock, carefully cleaning it as his paw rested lightly on the back of her head, however, the model stirred. She had been glaring at the whole thing over Miku's mons venus with eyes narrowed in jealousy, her own ocean-deep affection for Blackie warring with my orders and instructions. Now, at last, she apparently couldn't resist any longer, and jumped out from between Miku's legs to plunge her face in between the whore's skinny buttocks, lips hungrily closing on her still-gaping asshole as she started to suck Blackie's hot, oozing cum right out of the tender orifice.

I shook my head with a sigh. It hadn't been part of the plan, and I'd certainly make sure to punish her later for her disobedience - wouldn't do to set a bad precedence - but in truth, it was a rather nice touch. It left Miku momentarily bereft of stimulation, even as she no-doubt contemplated whether it was now 'her turn', and watching a truly depraved display centered around the big, horny dog at the same time. Hmm. Perhaps I would teach the model a lesson by tying her down and forcing her to watch as several other women enjoyed Blackie's company, while her own body remained untouched. I had a number of old trophies I could call on for this, if I took the time.

Moment of truth. The whore had finished her task, leaving Blackie's bright-red rocket once again clean and shining with spittle, even as the knot shrank down to a manageable size again. She was now just kneeling on the floor, moaning as the model's practiced tongue dug deep into her ass, licking and sucking as she sought to reach every trace of delicious doggy-cum she could find. Blackie, still acting under my instructions, rose to his feet again, and looked questioningly at Miku, whose fingers had inevitably strayed down between her legs as she watched. Would she go for it, or would additional nudges be needed?

She went for it. In a breathless second, she'd rolled around to her belly and gotten up on her hands and knees, just like she'd seen the other women do. In a flash, Blackie was on her back, well-manicured paws landing on her narrow shoulders as his hind-legs danced closer, preparing for the first penetration. I whistled quietly to draw his attention, then made a quick hand-signal once his big, brown eyes had obediently turned to regard me. He barked, signaling that the order had been received and understood, then plunged forwards, impaling Miku's tight young snatch on his long, thick doggy-cock in one smooth movement.

She moaned, throwing her head back as the unfamiliar pleasure rushed through her. The shape, the texture, even the temperature, all would be far different from her usual experiences. She obviously wasn't a natural zoophile like the model, but she was a true nymphomaniac, and Blackie is a well-trained lover indeed. He was giving her his best performance, too - using long, slow strokes entirely in contravention of his instincts, making full use of his entire shaft and repeatedly stretching her tight, young pussy with the passage of his yet uninflated knot. Whatever part of her mind wasn't busy drowning in pleasure had to be afire with the possibilities that had just been shown her - a sex-partner who would be available on command, without any need for emotional complications, without judgment, who would never kiss and tell, never stray from her side... heh. You don't have to be a zoophile to see the advantages of bestiality. You just need to have an open mind, and I'd been steadily opening hers for months.

Due to the unnatural thrusting, it took a while before Blackie's knot began to inflate - which was, of course, part of the idea. Once it did, however, he smoothly changed tack, pushing inside her for full penetration and leaving her gasping as she felt him swell within her. Unlike the other two women, she was still young and tight - and while far from inexperienced, sexually, little of that experience had involved any significant degree of stretching. Blackie could, and would, tie with her. While this was happening, however, the model finally rose from her feast, apparently satisfied that she had licked up every drop of reachable doggy-cum from the depths of the whore's asshole. Her eyes, unfocused with the lust-filled trance she tended to fall into around her canine lovers, turned now towards Blackie' momentarily-immobile hindquarters...

Crawling over there, never rising above her hands and knees, she pushed her face in below his tail and started to passionately lick and kiss his sphincter, pushing her tongue into it, eager to taste him. Groaning, I put my drink down and got to my feet at last. After piss-drinking, rimming was her second-favorite activity where Blackie was concerned - and for much the same reason. The sense of submission, of enslaving herself to his desires. Which was all well and good - certainly, the sight never failed to make my cock hard - but this wasn't part of the plan either, and at this point she was actively getting in the way of it. Blackie was hesitating, hind legs shifting a bit as he looked behind him. He was quite familiar with the sensation and, I suspect, rather enjoyed a good rimjob, but his current orders were to fuck the tight asian twat underneath him into oblivion, and the model's eager mouth was blocking his movements.

The whore - who was just starting to pull herself together after her own lengthy rimming - looked questioningly up at me as I strode past her and glared down at the model's rear end, high in the air as she worshiped Blackie's asshole. Then I drew back a foot and delivered a solid, full-force kick directly to her pussy, my toes squelching into the sobbing-wet folds or her labia while the impact pushed her forwards, muffling her scream of pain against Blackie's hairy rear. She fell to the ground, then, her hands instinctively covering her bruised genitals, head hitting the tiles, and I quickly grabbed her by one leg and pulled her back out of Blackie's way. He, for his part, displayed only brief bemusement at having a woman's head so forcefully push against his ass, and immediately resumed his orders - taking advantage of his newfound tie to start fucking Miku in the proper, canine style. Rapid-fire thrusts, impossibly quick thanks to the knot acting as a backstopper, poured into her, and she was soon emitting high-pitched little orgasmic screams.

The model looked up at me, cringing, her eyes focusing again now that the pain had snapped her out of her pleasure-trance. Threats and intimidation aren't generally favored tools for me - while effective in the short term, they tend to backfire in the long run. However, once you have bound someone to you thoroughly - enough so that they simply cannot think of severing that connection - it can be a very efficient way to regulate behavior. I had just painfully reminded her that I could do pretty much whatever I liked to her, and that pushing me away would also mean pushing Blackie away. The cringe was a wordless acknowledgment that she was prepared to accept whatever punishment I might mete out, simply because every alternative was, to her, unthinkable.

"I'm... sorry... I wasn't thinking..." she stammered out in a whisper as I bent over her, putting a firm hand on her shoulder. "Clearly." I commented acerbically. "But next time you find yourself unable to wait your turn for ten minutes, think on this... if you ever ignore my orders for the sake of your own pleasure again, I'll tie you down and force you to watch as Blackie mounts a dozen different women in turn, pleasuring them each into insensibility. He has enough suitors that we could easily spend a solid day that way, and I know JUST where to get a 'Clockwork Orange'-style headgear..." It was an appealing scenario, but having thought about it for a moment, I just had too many balls in the air to set up something that elaborate just for a punishment... so just the threat of it, the idea, would serve. And judging by the expression of frozen terror that now distorted her highly-photogenic face, it had worked wonders.

I threw a quick glance at the others. Blackie was still pounding Miku eagerly, their backs turned to us. The whore had apparently been reminded of her duties by my appearance, and carried on with her role - she was avidly caressing Miku's face and tits with her mouth and fingers, adding a steady flow of additional stimulation to her first experience as a bitch. The whore was the only one of them to be paying any attention to us, and even that was only the occasional sidelong glance. So there was no reason not to add some solid punctuation to my earlier statement. "Now... I've got half a mind to take Blackie home with me after this, instead of leaving him here for the night as planned." I continued, snapping her out of her horror-scenario reverie. "If you don't want that... stand up, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back, and don't make a sound."

Under the circumstances, the meaning of that command was fairly clear. But, with a brief glance at the still-engaged Blackie, she winced, clambered to her feet, and assumed the position as ordered, her cheekbones standing out as she pressed her jaws firmly shut. Nodding, I took a step back so as to give my leg more room. I hadn't held back on the previous kick, but it had been a casual one, and the angle somewhat awkward. This time, I hit her cunt with enough force to lift her ever-so-slightly off the ground, before her legs collapsed underneath her and she crumbled silently to the ground, breath whistling between clenched teeth. She was lucky I was wearing sandals and not boots... but nonetheless, it was probably every bit as painful as a similar strike would've been to a man. Women might not wear their most valuable bits externally, but all the same nerve-endings are there, so if the strike's powerful enough, it stops mattering.

I gave her a minute to gather herself, and she managed to do so - though the pain would be radiating from her pummeled pussy still, in steady waves of raw, physical trauma, far different from what you'd get from a spanking, whipping, flogging, or other surface-based attack. Once her eyes were focusing again, and her body had stopped shuddering with repressed vomit-reflex, I planted my foot in front of her head and leaned down again. "Now... clean your filth off my toes, and get back to the plan." Sure enough, between the two kicks a couple of my toes - exposed by my summerly sandals - had been splattered with a mix of Blackie's cum and her own juices. Nodding, she pulled her head forwards and carefully licked my toes clean, sucking on the sweaty digits without hesitation. I'm not really into all that foot-fetish stuff, as such, but it can be a fairly solid tool of humiliation, used correctly.

As soon as she had finished - and I had signaled my approval with a curt nod - she darted back to the poolside to take the place she was supposed to have had all along. Sitting down in front of Miku, she spread her shapely legs widely and guided the girl's unresisting head down between her thighs. With her labia already swollen from the earlier sex, the bruising inflicted by the kicks wouldn't be visible yet, but her crotch would be magnificently purple in a few hours - and in the meantime, Miku's untrained tongue would be more painful than pleasant on the aching tissue. But the model knew her role, and didn't let the pain show as she provided the teenager with her first taste of dog-cum, fresh from her recently-fucked pussy.

They continued like that until Blackie reached his climax - the third of the day. With a merry bark, he filled Miku's womb with his hot cum, boosting her to yet another orgasm of her own in the process. Then he resolutely jumped off her back, flipped one hind-leg over her, and spun around to stand ass-to-ass with her, his cock still lodged solidly in her pussy, her labia visibly stretched around his swollen knot. It wasn't a perfect tie - human cunts just aren't _built_for that - but pulling out at this juncture would've been painful for both of them. Miku moaned as the situation dawned on her, and another point likely appeared on her mental ledger in favor of dog-sex... they came with built-in bondage-gear!

I gestured for the other two women to proceed to the next stage, then paused and pointed the model at the point where Miku and Blackie were conjoined, indicating a slight change of plan. With a barely-visible wince, she complied, slipping underneath them to begin licking and teasing the widely-stretched edges of Miku's cock-stuffed cunt, sucking gently on her clit from time to time to keep the fires of lust going. The whore, meanwhile, grinned broadly as she took the place that had been the model's in the original plan - legs spread in front of Blackie, so that his trained tongue might explore her pussy and provide her with an orgasm or two while they both waited for his knot to deflate.

I, meanwhile, stepped in front of Miku and kneeled down, patting her on the head as she looked adoringly up at me. When I pulled my pants down, she eagerly leaned forwards to begin sucking on my raging hard-on, speaking in soft, fatherly tones to her as she worked. I explained how a couple of my old lovers had enjoyed sleeping with Blackie, and how it had occurred to me that she might enjoy it as well - but, I had hesitated to bring it up to her since bestiality was, after all, a crime! Now that she had shown me such faith, however, I could no longer withhold the option in good conscience, and had thus resolved to at least give her the chance - not to suggest it, or push her into it, certainly, since something like that would be well beyond the boundaries of our sane-safe-and-consensual sub/dom relationship... just, y'know. Providing her the chance to decide for herself, of her own free will, if it was something she wanted to try.

The narrative was thus established in her mind. I hadn't maneuvered her into a situation where she'd feel naturally pressured to let a dog fuck her, not at all - I'd merely proven myself an extraordinarily accepting and open-minded gentleman. And better yet, she'd now been effectively inducted into an exclusive club - after all, there were manifestly many other women who enjoyed dog-fucking, but just couldn't talk about it owing to the restrictive nature of the laws. And some of them were rich, beautiful, and had penthouse apartments downtown with a rooftop pool! He natural urge to feel included, part of a group, was combining splendidly with the thrill of being a secret-keeper, trusted with the secret handshakes and code words of a covert society.

The day was already won at that point, of course. Having now sampled both lesbianism and bestiality - and found both eminently enjoyable - her hedonism and nymphomania had both been boosted significantly and my hold over her had been redoubled by this display of 'trust'... in addition to my ever-deepening role as the supplier for her addiction. I had new flavors of sexual ecstasy on sale, now - flavors that she wouldn't easily find anywhere else, as I had just subtly reminded her. She could find other lovers, certainly, and probably another Master too - but she couldn't very well go around asking guys if she could fuck their dog, and her parents weren't fans of pets...

Nonetheless, I'd planned out a bit more fun - just in case she proved more resistant to indoctrination than expected - and there was no reason not to go ahead and finish the 'scene'. It could only help. So when Blackie's knot finally deflated enough for him to take a half-step forwards - his bright-red cock swinging swiftly forwards to hang heavily between his hind-legs now that it was free - I let the scene continue according to plan. The model took advantage of her position to quickly clamp her mouth over Miku's pussy, drinking the dog-cum that now flowed from it, while the whore obediently cleaned Blackie's cock with her tongue. I'd cum myself at that point - I'd been a bit backed-up, sitting around watching the depraved display - but I wasn't softening, and Miku was happy to keep sucking my cock as long as I'd let her.

Once Blackie's cock was clean, and his knot fully deflated, he mounted Miku again - this time, on my instructions, spearing into her tender asshole. She got the same treatment as before, and came - if possible - even more times. Unlike the whore - who looked on with some jealousy - she'd never had any trouble climaxing from anal sex, and Blackie's canine cock clearly just redoubled that tendency. I grinned down at Blackie, who grinned broadly as he panted with heat and exertion - he was always particularly happy when we were 'spit-roasting' some girl together. Well, you gotta play with your dog sometimes, right? They like that.

By the time he'd tied with her ass, she'd managed to suck me to another orgasm, probably mostly by rote since she seemed largely insensible from pleasure. With my cock finally softening a bit, I grabbed her head and held it firmly in place as I emptied my bladder directly down her gullet - spending so much time sipping cold drinks can really make you bust for a pee. Normally, I would've pulled back a bit to make sure my piss washed over her tongue, giving her a proper taste - but she was so far gone at that point that she probably wouldn't have noticed, so why bother?

Once I'd emptied my balls and my bladder, I retreated to my poolside chair again to watch the party wind down at last. The model and the whore were both still playing their roles - with the model still positioned between Blackie and Miku's legs, her mouth glued to the wet teenage pussy, endlessly licking and sucking on it, while the whore had continued to work the tits, and was now resuming the frequent kisses and lip-licking she'd been doing before I temporarily claimed the girl's head for my own uses. The full-body stimulation was probably excessive, seeing as my goals had already been met, and Miku thoroughly reduced to a semi-catatonic pleasure-wreck, but after the 'improv' earlier, I was in no mood to stop them until they'd carried out every bit of the planned scene.

They, certainly, didn't seem inclined to diverge from the script again. Only when Blackie had reached his climax (which would be the last one for a bit - his virility, while impressive, wasn't infinite), filling Miku's ass with more of his hot cum, and swung around into ass-to-ass position again, did they withdraw from the connected couple. The script did call for them to then resume the 'passionate sapphic embrace' they'd been engaging in when we arrived, but that was purely for Miku's benefit, and, well... she didn't seem in any condition to appreciate the show anyway, so I waved them off. Grateful, they retreated to the shade to rehydrate - probably much needed after more than 90 minutes of sweaty sex in the sun.

Time for a bit of fun. I whistled quietly, and Blackie's ears perked up. With a short bark, he began to move towards me, well-manicured claws catching on the edge of the poolside tiles. He needed the traction, seeing as he was dragging the immobile Miku along with him, by the asshole. Said orifice still had most of its teenage tightness, despite my frequent exploration thereof, ensuring a very solid tie when combined with his huge knot. She gasped, stirred from her semi-catatonia by the sensation as Blackie continued to stubbornly obey my command, pulling her clear across the poolside to my chair, bare legs sliding easily across the sun-baked tiles.

Even that wasn't enough to truly rouse her, though. Between dehydration, exhaustion, the mental shock of finding herself engaged in something as depraved as bestiality and enjoying it, and of course the sheer weight of the dozens of orgasms she'd had, she had been well and truly run into the ground. I got her a cold Coke from the mini-fridge in the poolside bar, alleviating at least ONE of those factors, holding up her head and more or less forcing her to drink it while I waited for Blackie's knot to deflate again. I needed her somewhat coherent if I didn't want to carry her home... and believe me, walking around with a scantily-clad teen girl slung over your shoulder is never a good look.

The glorified sugar-water worked its magic, so when Blackie finally pulled out - stretching her sphincter painfully even then, his knot still not entirely gone - she was at least able to stand, albeit a bit unsteadily. Grabbing her discarded clothes, I basically frog-marched her into the suite proper, telling her to take a breather in the cool, and get herself together (and dressed) so we could leave. I then went into the suite's huge, luxurious bedroom, and opened a safe hidden behind a truly abominable piece of so-called 'modern art'. The safe was standard-issue, and I knew the code - any cat-burgler who cracked it, however, would likely have been disappointed, seeing as it contained no stacks of cash, no priceless jewels, not even a folder of secret documents. Though, admittedly, what it DID contain would probably have made for excellent blackmail-material.

From the selection of exotic items contained within, I picked out a collar and a couple of other bits, then closed the safe again and headed back towards the pool, locking the bedroom door behind me as I pushed some buttons on the electronic display set into the front of the otherwise normal-seeming dog-collar. (It even had one of those little bone-shaped name-tags, with her name on it... one of my own little touches.) Once I got there, I saw that the two women there waiting had recovered enough from the scene to settle accounts - the model was piling dollar-bills into the hand of the whore, who for her part was throwing looks of longing towards Blackie, who was still sitting calmly next to the chair I had vacated, awaiting my return. It had taken a bit of debate to settle that - both of them had largely come for a chance to spend time with Blackie, but the model was the only one who'd get to keep him overnight. To balance the books, she'd pay the whore for her time, and well at that. I could almost see the experienced prostitute's internal struggle, the mantra of 'business before pleasure' no doubt repeated in her mind as she struggled against the temptation to throw down the money and demand an equal share of Blackie's affections instead.

In the end, though, professionalism won out over desire, and with a sigh, she pulled on her low-cut dress - which looked somewhat incongruous next to her current, professionally-glamorous makeup - and headed towards the elevator with a deliberately-casual wave. With Miku still recuperating within, this left me and the model alone by the poolside as I held up the collar. "I've set the timer for tomorrow morning at eight. I'll make sure the bowls are set out and filled before I leave, and lock the door behind me. Bring him around to my place no later than noon... oh, and make sure you have at least an hour open in your schedule by then." I didn't need to say why. She was well aware that she was still due a proper punishment for her earlier transgression. Instead, she just nodded and brushed her long, smooth hair back to expose her neck.

I strapped the collar on, and pressed the activation-button. A magnetic lock sealed the collar in place, ensuring that it couldn't be removed with anything less than a bolt-cutter, and short of using the special override-code only I knew, it would thus remain in place until the timer expired the next morning. With a low whimper, she sank to the ground, lowering her head as a shudder went down her back. It wasn't so much that she had kneeled down, as that her legs had simply collapsed underneath her... which was exactly the case. The collar detected it if she stood up, by her altitude above the floor and a few other factors, and responded by sending a muscle-disruption electro-pulse into her spine. It wasn't just painful, it also made her lose effective control of her limbs for several seconds - ensuring that as long as the collar remained on, she could neither stand nor walk... only crawl on all fours. I handed down the knee-pads I had also collected from the safe, and she silently strapped them on - I knew she would've preferred to go 'au naturel' even in that regard, but the effect this would have had on her knees would have been hard to hide.

All of her clothes, as well as her phone and other electronic devices, were in her bedroom - she'd carefully moved them all there beforehand, and the bedroom door was linked to the collar via Bluetooth. The bedroom, in other words, was off-limit to bitches. The same was true for the front door (though it could, of course, be opened from the outside with suitable credentials), leaving her essentially imprisoned in her own home. And there was one additional wrinkle... smiling down at her, I patted her head and asked "Who's a good girl, huh? Whoooose a good girl?" She grinned up at me, pushing herself up on her hands and freshly-insulated knees, barking in reply. She didn't bother trying to speak - it wouldn't work, anyway. The collar was emitting a constant, low-powered pulse at the front, disrupting the vocal-cords. She could make noise, sure, but she couldn't form understandable words. While the collar remained, she would truly be reduced to the level of a dog - dumb, naked, and stuck on all fours. And, of course, helpless to resist the advances of any horny hounds who might happen by. Just the way she liked it.

Leaning down, I patted Blackie on the head too as I whispered a couple of commands into his ear. Perking up, he murmured in understanding, and got to his feet to begin pacing around the hobbled model with a possessive eye, as she looked at him with utter adoration. The order I'd just given him had, effectively, put him in an unrestrained 'dominant mode' - he'd mate with anyone available whenever he had the energy, and compel them with fangs or just a threatening growl if they seemed reluctant. And just for good measure - a tribute to his training, not his instincts - he'd force any such available partner to act as his pissoir, too, whenever he had need. Enough said, the model would be in her own personal heaven for the duration of the night, her dual fetishes of submission and canines so neatly combined in the form of Blackie. Oh, and a funny detail... for safety's sake, I'd told her the command-phrase for putting Blackie back in 'passive' mode - that is, acting like a well-behaved dog and not mounting anything he hadn't been specifically instructed to - but she couldn't voice it as long as she wore the collar...

As promised I put out bowls of water and food for both of them. Regular dog-food, albeit an upscale brand, went into both food-bowls - all part of the experience. A large basket was also pulled out of a closet - big enough for the two of them to sleep in it together, assuming she'd been suitably obedient - otherwise, Blackie would merrily chase her out of it, snapping at her heels, and force her to sleep on the cold floor. The bathroom-door was left open, with the japanese-style squat-toilet available to both of them (yes, Blackie can use one of those. Not ALL of his training is about sexual performance.) And, of course, the conventional toilet was freshly-cleaned. I'm not entirely sure if she _actually_followed Blackie's lead in drinking from the toilet when the water-bowls ran dry, but in the current heat, I wouldn't be at all surprised.

With everything thus in order, I collected Miku - who was, at least, ambulatory and dressed, albeit still wearing a rather dazed expression on her face - and led her out the door, engaging the lock behind me. I'd called a cab while giving the suite the once-over, and it was waiting for us when we reached the ground floor. The driver nodded jovially as I half-led, half-pushed Miku into the rear seat. "Bit too much sun there, eh? Gotta be careful, weather being what it is these days!" I agreed with him, rolling my eyes grandly, and engaging him in a spot of 'kids these days' as we drove out to my house. It never hurts to keep in practice when it comes to small-talk, after all.

Back home, I gave Miku some more water to drink, and some time to recover before sending her home - telling her that I'd probably have an answer concerning her younger sister if she came back in a few days. That ought to give me enough time to nail down the last details. I'd be taking it easy 'till then to make sure I was in tip-top shape when the time came. Though, of course, I had a bit of work that needed doing the next day, when the model obediently turned up in the mid-morning, with Blackie in tow. She still looked a bit vague from spending the night with him, but had the good sense to flinch a bit when she stepped into my parlor. It had been a while since she was last there, and indeed since last I had punished her, but she still remembered her way around.

Now, punishment is quite an art-form. It has to be applied with a great deal of delicacy - rough enough to function as effective behavioral modification, without being so intense that she can't convince herself that she's not being tortured, not really, it's just BDSM-stuff, nothing more... after all, she turned up at my place of her own free will, and let me tie her up, bent backwards over a table with her legs spread. Granted, she was also gagged, and didn't have a 'safeword' besides, but we'd known each other for_years_, so it wasn't as if something like that was really necessary. I knew her limits, clearly. Which, of course, I did - I'd pushed several of them to their current position, after all.

Her pussy was just as bruised-purple as I had expected after yesterday's kicks, with the labia badly swollen besides. It took a bit of work to find her clit hiding between them, but I know my way around down there pretty well - and once I found it, it lost its ability to hide, thanks to a light application of a certain ointment. The ointment caused near-instant inflammation, the tissue swelling and growing extra-sensitive, pushing its way out of the clitoral hood to stand clearly-visible even between the purplish labia. Then I went to town on her cunt with a leather belt for 'bout half an hour.

I stopped when she passed out from the pain. Her pussy was, by then, a swollen, misshapen lump of meat, bleeding from several places where blood-vessels had burst under the punishment. Along the way, I'd taken occasional breaks to blow cool air over the shuddering orifice, tease her nipples, or wipe the sweat from her forehead - it's important to inject enough eroticism into the act to, again, make it clear that it's 'sexy punishment' and not just a beating. Regardless, once I saw her tensed muscles relax in unconsciousness, I stopped and cleaned off my belt. You'd think going that far would be... well, too far. But actually, stopping just SHY of that is the worst thing you can do - once you black out, things leading up to that point gets indistinct, foggy, uncertain. Enough so for her to convince herself that I hadn't been that rough, not really... and yet, still get an instinctive shudder next time she contemplated ignoring an order from me.

Of course, there's a bit more to it than that... so, once she was out, I removed her gag and commanded Blackie - who had been watching the punishment dispassionately, being somewhat used to it - to start licking the bruised remains of her pussy. His soft, gentle tongue would be simultaneously painful and soothing against the damaged tissue, and as I squatted by her head - which was hanging limply over the other side of the table - it made her stir back into consciousness. I waited for her eyes to focus while smiling gently and stroking her face, then said "There... you've taken your punishment, and earned my forgiveness - and Blackie's too, as you can no doubt feel! Sorry it had to be so... focused, but I didn't want to risk your public image by leaving any marks that couldn't be easily covered."

She smiled. "Oh... thank you, Master. You are so considerate... oooh... Blackie... your tongue feels so nice..." Heh. See what you can do just by pulling the right levers? You can make someone thank you for the thoughtfulness of the torture you just put them through. You know, that's actually something I've got over the ordinary sort of Big Game Hunter. Once you've shot a lion, had it stuffed and mounted, and posed it in a suitably ferocious fashion in your study, there's really nothing more you can do with it, other than show it off to your friends. But my trophies... I can always keep improving further on them. Draw them further into my power, adjust their attitudes and preferences to my liking... make them even more spectacular than they already are. And, of course, use them as bait or decoys to draw in others, and trap them likewise...

After I had removed her restraints, I let her have another round with Blackie before seeing her off. She never said no to spending time with him... not even when, as in this case, he was mercilessly pounding her thoroughly wrecked cunt. It had to be rather painful, but she gave no sign of it, and merrily sucked my cock while he went at her. Heh. Certainly, it had been a profitable way to spend an hour. You might think it was purely a self-indulgent aside, irrelevant to my hunt for the trophy currently in my sight, but... it had been a while since I'd last had to punish someone, and I suspected I might soon need to do so again, so the refresher was welcome. The model was already thoroughly in my power - even if I'd messed up, I could still have recovered through judicious use of Blackie. So using her to refresh my skills just made sense.

The next day, Miku came by as expected - sticking to our rituals as always, changing out of her clothes and into the collar and shackles in the front hall before entering my presence. I received her warmly - as did Blackie, whom I had primed in advance - which helped melt through the nervousness that had been apparent in her stance when she first entered. I then let her know, in a suitably grave voice, that after careful consideration, I'd decided to agree to help her with her... problem. She was greatly relieved - apparently, Maki had been probing her again, pushing her for more information about sex, and making veiled suggestions that she might soon look elsewhere for answers.

I nodded with a carefully-laid look of concern. "We'd best hurry, then. The school's out for the summer, right? Can you bring her by tomorrow? Or maybe the day after?" Her nervousness instantly returned, but she agreed - there wasn't anything strange about her taking her sister out to the park in the great weather. In fact, her parents had recently been on her case to spend more time with her little sister, 'instead of traipsing around with your friends at all hours'. Referring to all the time she spent with me while officially 'out with friends', of course.

With 'serious matters' out of the way, I started easing her mind with kisses and caresses, soon quickening her breath and bringing a blush to her face. I whispered in her ear - would she perhaps like it if Blackie was involved in the day's entertainments? She breathlessly agreed, her blush deepening. As expected, of course. I then proceeded to give her a more thorough introduction to dog-sex, as well as the potential of me and Blackie working as a tag-team. I started by taking her down to the floor in a basic cowgirl-position, then pulling her down over me so Blackie could mount her from behind - double-penetrating her, and enlightening her as to the canine capacity for self-lubrication at the same time. Working together, our dicks going like pendulums, we quickly pushed her to a series of orgasms - leaving her thoroughly relaxed and pliable. Once Blackie had cum, his knot once again sealing itself inside her for a solid tie, I kept pumping her from beneath until I had reached an orgasm as well - she was deliciously tight, with the knot taking up so much space in her groin.

Next, I put her on her hands and knees while pulling a reverse form of the same 'spit-roast' we had performed on her a few days earlier - that is, me fucking her doggy-style, while Blackie mounted her head. Already accustomed to ass-to-mouth thanks to my training, she gave no protest to performing it on a dog, either - and why would she? She had watched two other women cleaning his cock after sex, without the slightest hesitation. Clearly, it was just something you did. Of course, those two had almost certainly used enemas beforehand, cleaning themselves out carefully for the long, complex sex-scene they were about to engage in - while Miku, well... I seem to have forgotten to ever introduce her to enemas as a thing you could do, and she wasn't likely to figure it out for herself. So she got a nice, deep taste of her unclean ass, no doubt - Blackie's thin canine cum had sloshed around her intestine, blocked from escaping by the perfect seal of the knot, and then caked around his shaft as he pulled it out.

With that in mind, I thought to give her plenty of time to get him cleaned off properly, and thus started out pounding her pussy again. I went at a leisurely pace, waiting for her to finish licking and sucking him, providing a thorough clean - and only then stepped up the pace. A quick command made Blackie shift his stance from just lining his cock up with her mouth, to forcefully face-fucking her with it, pounding the back of her throat. At the same time, I shifted to her already well-used ass and started fucking her with more power, occasionally spanking her taut young buttocks with the palm of my hand just for spice.

This approach - a steady increase in stimulation and depravity - works well in general, and particularly well on Miku. After a few orgasms, she's fully in the grips of her addiction, and happy to go along with anything that gets her off (which is a wide category indeed). Of course, that didn't mean I could advance incautiously - even if she was agreeable in the moment, she could easily come to feel ill-used later, when in a more sober mindset. In this case, however, I was on solid ground - the only 'new' thing, really, was Blackie's involvement, and she'd agreed to that beforehand. I could hardly be blamed if her nymphomaniac mind was unable to handle the sensation of being simultaneously assaulted by two highly-skilled lovers acting in perfect coordination...

Position by position, I pushed her deeper into the embrace of her sex-addiction, gradually nudging her to do just about everything with Blackie that she'd already done with me, while I simultaneously worked to pleasure whatever erogenous zones he wasn't currently using. She drank his piss and licked his asshole, same as she had done for me - all while I fucked her from behind, occasionally visiting her lips to get my cock cleaned. Once she was well and truly absorbed by the perverted pleasures, I upped the level of stimulation further, engaging her masochistic side.

I fitted Blackie with a special cock-ring - a type sometimes known as a 'Spanish Tickler', with short-but-sharp spikes pointing forwards. Mounted behind his knot, the spikes just barely failed to touch it... ensuring that when he tied with her pussy or ass, her labia or sphincter (respectively) was pushed painfully into the spikes. Meanwhile, I applied guillotine-clamps to her nipples, turning them tightly for a seriously painful pinch, and made rough use of her face - slapping her cheeks in between harsh throat-fucking sessions. In her present state, however, all the pain only served to add to the pleasure, and the combined sensory load steadily pushed her higher... and deeper.

For the finale, I drew on my recent practice and bent her backwards - not over the table, this time, but rather a low box with mountings for various restraints - specifically designed to be at the right height for Blackie. With her head lolling loosely over the top end, her mouth hanging open and dribbling drool, he could mount her head with far greater depth and force - fully penetrating her throat, and pushing his knot into her mouth in the process. While he did so, I began to apply a selection of instruments to her pussy, taking full advantage of my recent refresher-course. Studded paddle, leather strap, flogger, switch... I didn't go far enough to leave her cunt in the kind of messed-up condition the model's was in at the end, but it certainly was swollen and sensitive.

But of course, the model isn't a masochist - and Miku is. To her, it was no punishment - nor was she tied down. Her legs eagerly parted and her ass rose from the box she was resting upon, pushing her pussy up and forwards so that I could more easily hit it. And she came, repeatedly - from getting brutally throat-fucked by a dog while her pussy was whipped and beaten. I hadn't seen her in this state before, but I had speculated on its existence - that if she was pushed far enough into the swamp of pleasure and sensation, she would completely lose the ability to distinguish between pain and pleasure.

Once she was completely under, I kept her there for about an hour, just to be sure that her brains would be thoroughly scrambled. I let Blackie rest - there was no need for him anymore - and stuffed my own cock back in my trousers as well... I'd cum several times, and was quite satisfied. I hung Miku from the ceiling, her hands chained together above her head, her ankles attached to a long spreader-bar, ensuring that I had full access to her body... then I tortured her, thoroughly and at length. I whipped and beat her ass and tits just as thoroughly as I'd done her pussy, attached another tight guillotine-clamp to her clit and hung weights from all three, and generally worked up a good sweat. Once I'd tired myself out, I stuck electrodes into her pussy and ass, and attached another pair to her nipples - then steadily upped the voltage until she was cumming repeatedly and basically without pause. Oh yes - she'd climaxed again and again as I went after her with the whip... that's why I didn't need Blackie anymore. Pain is far easier to inflict than pleasure, and she could no longer tell the difference, so why bother?

Anyway, I left her like that - dangling from the ceiling, convulsing endlessly as high-voltage shocks poured into her most sensitive parts - for the rest of the hour. 'bout twenty minutes or so, I reckon. I was honestly surprised that she didn't pass out - advantages of being young, I suppose - but in this case, there wasn't really any reason to try and push her to that point, anyway. Once I was confident that the effects had been fully rooted, I simply turned off the shocks and took her down from the ceiling, removing her restraints and lathering a bit of numbing ointment on the various sensitive parts I'd gone after. Her eyes were empty, unfocused. Her mouth hung half-open, with lines of dried drool visible at each corner. She didn't say a word, and hung as limply as a rag-doll in my arms.

I carried her into my bedroom like that, washed her face, and laid her down on the sheets, cuddled against her. As she slowly returned to reality, I stroked her hair, whispered sweet nothings, kissed her cheek, and generally was all sweetness and light. Once she was halfway coherent, I began to whisper a few small suggestions instead - very reasonable ones, to be sure. At least, they surely seemed that way to her, in her present, highly-suggestible state. Like, maybe when she brought her sister over, she should join us in the bed. Surely, little Maki would be more comfortable with her big sis close at hand. Close enough to touch. Touch is very comforting. Remember the two women in the penthouse-suite? Wasn't it lovely the way they touched you?

She nodded along to everything I said, making little, satisfied murmurs as she enjoyed the dense afterglow of the uncountable orgasms she'd had under my tender treatment. I knew that she would barely be able to remember my words later on, except in a purely general way - but they would take root in her subconscious, and affect her thoughts and behavior... particularly under certain circumstances. Once she'd returned to something approaching normal, things smoothly slotted into our regular, ritualized procedure. She went to take a hot shower, then came back to lick the sweat I had accumulated whipping and flogging her off my armpits, covering herself in my scent before heading out and home, with a promise to return the next day... with her younger sister. She also thanked me for a wonderful day, and for taking such good care of her. Heh. I wonder how many torturers receive such glowing gratitude from their victims afterwards?

I faced the next day, well-rested and ready to claim my newest trophy. Miku, meanwhile, still looked mildly dazed from the previous day's events when she walked through my front door with a 9-year-old girl in tow... she actually started towards the drawers where she'd normally switch from her street-clothes to the collar-and-shackles ensemble before I waved her off. Maki, meanwhile, looked cute as a button, though her eyes spoiled the innocent impression somewhat - sharp and inquisitive, and quite keenly fixated on me. Being just as pure Japanese as her older sister, she was small-bodied enough to look even younger than her already slight years, and the simple summer dress she was wearing matched the look just perfectly... all that was missing was a bright-red backpack, and she'd look like she just stepped out of a piece of lolicon artwork.

I greeted her as I would any adult and invited them both inside, polite as you please. I'd never needed to manipulate a child-prodigy before, but I do know how to manipulate children... and I had a canny notion that one of the best methods - treating them like adults - would only work even better on someone whose mind was already years ahead of her body. Sure enough, Maki's demeanor seemed to soften a bit when I failed to talk down to her, and indeed showed her full courtesy. Once in my living-room, I delicately asked her if she was entirely informed and aboard with what we were supposed to do here today, and she replied - in a clear and measured voice - that she certainly did. "I want to learn more about 'sex'... and Miku-oneesama says that you are willing to teach me. I won't tell anyone about it - Miku-oneesama explained to me that secrecy is necessary, and my own research into the subject has confirmed as much."

Well, she certainly had a vocabulary several grades above her age, and then some. I suspected that it was a defense-mechanism - she had likely deliberately cultivated such a vocabulary in order to be able to shut up any adult who started to baby-talk her. I filed that detail away in my slowly-expanding psych profile for her, and nodded. "Good, we are on the same page, then. Now, this... education will involve the two of us having sex, if you wish - but I think a good first step might be to just let you get a good look at the act. Your first introduction to the subject, as I understand, involved spying from a stairwell, no?" She nodded, blushing slightly for the first time. She seemed to be approaching 'sex' from a downright academic standpoint, and clearly saw no reason to be embarrassed about that- but clearly, she knew that spying and eavesdropping were bad.

"Right, then - unless you have an objection, I will take your sister to bed with me, and we will have sex. You can watch it as closely as you like, from any angle, and thus get a better idea of what to expect if you go ahead and try it yourself." She seemed to consider it for a moment and then nodded. "Sounds like a good idea. I might take some notes. And I'm sure Miku-oneesama won't mind - she was saying just last night how much she enjoyed having sex with you." Miku had stayed out of the conversation entirely - not out of delicacy, though. Rather, she'd been spacing out, idly looking down at the basket where Blackie was resting as she licked her lips. It was only when I said her name with just a smidgen of my 'command voice' injected into it that she snapped out of her reverie and looked at me, blinking.

Gently, I repeated the suggestion, and she quickly nodded. "Oh... yes, that sounds like a good idea." I'm not entirely sure how much of her swift agreement was based on the vain hope that just getting a close-up view of the proceedings might satisfy Maki's curiosity without needing to take it any further, and how much was just her jonesing for another hit of that sweet, sweet dopamine... sex is like any other addiction, y'know? The greater the high, the worse the come-down, and the more desperate you get for another hit.

She did show some self-awareness once we'd moved into my bedroom, and she'd started stripping off her clothes with a luminescent blush. I whispered in her ear, "Don't worry if you're nervous... just focus on the sensation, and forget we're being watched. Don't act, just be yourself." She nodded. It probably sounded like perfectly sensible advice, and under most circumstances, it would be. (Well, if one could apply the term 'most circumstances' to such an outré situation.) Maki looked on curiously, her brow wrinkled. "Miku-oneesama... why is your butt all red and stripy?" she asked after Miku had finished stripping. Her older sister's blush deepened, but I just chuckled and put a calming hand on her shoulder. "That has to do with something called 'BDSM'... an advanced form of sex. If you are interested, I can teach you about it later on, once you've learned the basics - just keep in mind that not everyone appreciates that particular flavor of sexuality." I said, directed at Maki, using my best 'schoolmaster' voice.

Before Miku could parse what I had just said, I pulled her into bed with me and from there into a traditional 'cowgirl' position. Gripping her hips, I lifted her up and let her position my cock - which was rock-hard, of course - at the entrance to her pussy. Despite her earlier nervousness, she was not lacking for lubrication - even under these circumstances, her body longed for the pleasures of sex. She moaned as I pulled her down over my raging erection, body already shuddering slightly. This initial entry was to her what the morning's first cuppa was to a caffeine-addict, or that early-morning cig to a serial smoker. Her body had been aching for it since last night - helped along by the very real aches in the various parts I'd tortured, once the soothing balm I'd applied right afterwards wore off.

Once I started bouncing her up and down, fingers digging into her ass-cheeks, it was a matter of seconds before all signs of self-consciousness or reluctance vanished. She was moaning freely, head bobbing as she eagerly moved her ass in the rhythm I'd set, breathlessly licking her lips as she felt the first orgasm begin to approach. And all the while, Maki watched from the edge of the bed, large-eyed, moving around to get a better look at our interlocking genitals. The thick scent of sex was already spreading in the room - that unique, pheromone-choked mixture of sweat and genital secretions. Miku came with a high-pitched moan, staring blindly at the ceiling - reconnecting, in that moment, with the lingering memories of all-consuming, all-encompassing ecstasy from yesterday.

When she crawled off my dick and repositioned herself to suck me off, she already seemed entirely unaware that her younger sister was watching us closely, her eyes focusing only on my cock, and the pleasures it promised. She licked her juices off my shaft, and then proceeded to suck on my ballsack with every sign of enjoyment, making my cock throb harder. I hadn't cum yet - I was holding back to make the most of my limited capacity - but there was limits to my endurance. "You want it up the ass next?" I asked, and her head rose. "Ohh... yess... please, Master... fuck my tight little ass... fuck it HARD!" She said as she crawled back up my body, leaning back to position herself for another cowgirl-ride, this time with my cock pointing elsewhere. I'd taught her to talk dirty like that - rewarded her for it. It was ingrained by now, and she was obviously unaware of how it shocked her little sister.

Maki watched silently, mouth slightly agape, as my cock disappeared up her sister's asshole. Miku, meanwhile, wasted no time. Eagerly, she bounced on it, flexing her hips back and forth to maximize the sensation, moaning and groaning with just as much pleasure as before. Her ass was still tight enough that the initial entry - without any kind of preparation, and no more lubrication than what her spittle could provide - had to have been somewhat painful, but she gave no sign of that. Her masochistic side, it seemed, was still at least partially engaged after last night... among other things.

I shot my load in her ass, stifling a groan, while she moaned and shuddered at the sensation. "Oh... I can feel your cum pouring into my ass... so good..." she muttered, swaying slightly. She'd already reached a second orgasm of her own, and was clearly in no hurry to stop the flow. In her half-dazed state, however, she easily fell back on routine and ritual, so when I pushed her off, she automatically coiled around to suck my cock again, cleaning off the residue of her own ass - and, as fortune would have it, giving Maki a clear look at her slightly-gaping asshole and drooling pussy.

While Miku sucked and licked my tool, swiftly stopping the slight softening that had begun to creep in after I'd cum, I gestured towards Maki with a raised eyebrow. "Well, there you have it - the basics of sex: Vaginal, Oral and Anal intercourse. Having seen it all up close, do you still want to try it for yourself?" I kept my voice smooth and low, preventing it from snapping Miku out of her reverie - and sure enough, she kept working her mouth up and down my shaft without any sign of having heard me. Her baby sister, meanwhile, nodded, clearly trying to pull herself together after having witnessed the visceral reality of the subject she had been studying so far. "Um... well, when I used the vibrator I borrowed from Miku-oneesama, it felt really good, but... it looks like real sex feels much better. I... want to find out for real."

Her eyes panned across my naked body, but mostly lingered on Miku, who was still sucking my ass-flavored cock with every sign of enjoyment. As I had expected... it is in the nature of children to look up to their older siblings, and seek to emulate them. Even in a case like this, where the younger is a prodigy and the parental favorite, that doesn't change - I had guessed at that, and become certain when I heard her use the respectful '-sama' honorific when talking about her. I had a pretty canny idea of what Maki saw when she looked at her older sister, anyway. Going to school with people two years her senior - and probably surpassing them, too, judging by what I'd heard and observed so far - while acting like she's twenty years older than she is... she probably didn't have many friends. Or, well, _any_friends, at all... save for her sister.

Miku, meanwhile, no doubt looked like a 'popular girl' to Maki's young eyes. For starters, while she knew about me now, she certainly didn't know how MUCH time her sister had spent with me, and thus - like her parents - still assumed that she regularly spent her days out 'hanging with the girlfriends'. And at school, she was always surrounded by 'friends'... that is, boys investigating the rumor that she was an easy lay. Which, to be fair, she was. Since starting my relationship with her, I'd clarified that it was an 'open relationship', and encouraged her to avail herself to the boys around her if she was feeling peckish. Of course, as my gentle manipulations gradually unleashed the full extent of her nymphomania, she was soon permanently peckish - and happy to slip away with any boy who had the guts to make her an indecent proposal. Many a quickie in the tool-storage and blow-job under the bleachers followed - ensuring that her reputation as a slut remained current, and the alienation from her peers only deepened. Meanwhile, the clumsy, hair-triggered attention of the teenage boys served to remind her how lucky she was to have a skillful, patient lover like yours truly...

Regardless, the coterie of horny teens surrounding her at school would certainly give the appearance of popularity and a rich social life to a young girl so dreadfully isolated by her own intelligence. If she had, on some level, intuited that her sister's sexuality was at the root of her popularity, well, that would only be reinforcing her determination to investigate. And now, driven by that determination, she was pulling off her dress to expose an adorably childish pair of white cotton panties, and a set of fleabite breasts - the seeds of a barely-started puberty. She hesitated then, for just a second - then pulled off her panties as well, exposing a hairless slit. Not yet fully developed, it lacked the pronounced labia of a woman, giving it an appropriate look of childish simplicity. I was careful not to stare too obviously.

As she crawled up onto the bed, I gently pushed Miku off my cock - her oral efforts had already left me both thoroughly hard and completely clean. Maki looked at the size of my tool with some uncertainty as she climbed up to sit astride my groin, as she had seen her sister do before - and while I'm not all that well-hung (I consider myself fine proof of the old adage about how it's not the size of the ship that matters), my size probably looked suitably intimidating to a small-framed girl of nine years. Gripping her narrow hips gently, I lifted her up and let her repeat her sister's earlier feat - reaching down to lift my cock, feeling my wet smoothness between her fingers as she positioned it front of her untried pussy.

She wasn't technically a virgin anymore, of course - she had, after all, experimented with one of her older sister's smaller toys before, and ostensibly experienced an orgasm from it. But I still felt keenly that I was entering unexplored land as I pushed her prepubescent body down on my cock, forcing those simplistic pussy-lips to part before my well-lubricated glans. She winced a bit, which was no surprise - I hadn't prepared her with fingers or smaller toys, so the stretching had to be painful. But the flow of events had not permitted such measures... and besides, it wouldn't hurt to make her associate pain with sexual pleasure right from the start. Less work later on that way.

I couldn't help but exult a bit as she sank down on top of my cock. Only half the shaft disappeared into the vise-tight grip of her young pussy, before the top pushed against the unyielding barrier of her underdeveloped cervix, but that hardly affected my sense of accomplishment. She wasn't mine yet, certainly - there was still a ways to go, and many ways for me to screw it up. But she'd taken the bait - and as long as I was careful, I'd reel her in without fail. Yes, I know I'm mixing hunting- and fishing-metaphors at this point. It's called 'mental flexibility'.

Speaking of mental flexibility - or rather, the lack of it - Miku was kneeling at my feet, looking uncertain. The earlier orgasms had put her back in the hedonistic, pleasure-seeking mindset I'd reinforced so thoroughly over the last several days, but now she'd been left alone, untouched, unstimulated. Unable to simply just 'follow the pleasure' anymore, she would be trying to wrap her dopamine-soaked mind around what she was supposed to do now, belatedly remembering that she was there to help teach her little sister about sex... even as the ideas and suggestions I'd lodged in her memory the previous day resurfaced. Context was the key - something ingrained in a particular situation is easily remembered in a similar one, and now as then, she was coming down from an orgasmic high, feeling a bit sore, and breathing in an atmosphere of concentrated sex.

As I had hoped, Miku finally acted on her own initiative, without any prompting from me. It was Maki's whimper of discomfort as I finally started to slowly move her slender young body up and down, having given her tight snatch a bit of time to adapt to my girth already, that set her in motion. Moving up behind her baby sister, she embraced her from behind, pulling the young girl's head back against her own pert breasts. "Sssshhh... it's okay, li'l sis... it'll start feeling good in a moment..." she murmured, while her hands began to roam - seemingly of their own accord - across her baby sister's naked body. They caressed the rapidly-hardening nubs of her nipples, strayed across the flat belly, and indeed down to the top edge of the young girl's painfully-stretched pussy.

It was not as if Miku had suddenly been consumed with incestuous-slash-pedophilic lust, of course. She just wasn't thinking very straight at the moment, what with her own desires and unbounded sexuality mixing with the stated plan - to comfort her sister - and my earlier, whispered suggestions that equated a comforting touch with the sapphic pleasures she'd but recently learned of. In her pleasure-fogged mind, she wasn't doing anything inappropriate - just giving aid and comfort to her darling li'l sis. Well, she'd be mortified later, when she sobered up, but then she'd also remember that she'd done it of her own accord... and wasn't it fortunate that I was such a tolerant and open-minded chap that I didn't look at her askance for it?

For now, though, the immediate effect was that Maki stopped whimpering, and instead produced a sort of breathless half-moan. The pain would be fading from her blocked-out snatch by now, so as the familiar warmth of her sister's embrace stilled the nervousness and uncertainty that had been retarding her pleasure, pleasant sensations at last began to radiate from her pussy. As her sister's fingers - more enthusiastic than skilled, but effective nonetheless - caressed the little nub of nerves that was her clit, that pleasure only redoubled. And I, of course, bent all my skills to improve upon that sensation. There were limits to what I could do, under the circumstances - too little room in her 9-year-old pussy to vary angles or stroke-depths - but I could still mix up the frequency and force of my thrusts. Pushing her down hard, then gentle. Letting her rest for a second, impaled on my cock, before lifting her again. Bobbing her rapidly up and down, my glans barely kissing the mouth of her womb before going in the opposite direction again. Little mix-ups like that.

Soon, caught up in the motions, Miku slid her body lower, letting her mouth caress little Maki's head from behind. Kissing her neck, suckling on her earlobes, licking her cheeks... adding more and more confusing sensations on top of the unfamiliar pleasure already radiating through her taut young body. Finally, she came - shrieking in such a high pitch it was nearly inaudible, whole body shuddering, and a gush of sweet, warm liquid dribbling down my cock-shaft to add extra lubrication. Clearly, it had been far more intense than anything she'd been able to inflict on herself with a tiny vibe. And now, the hook was set...

Now that the hardest part was over, I could relax and enjoy myself. Releasing my self-control, I came in Maki's tight, preteen pussy, safe in the knowledge that she'd yet to have her first period. She moaned, still in the grips of the aftershocks of her first true orgasm. "It feels warm inside me..." she said, her voice far more childish and less controlled than it had been earlier. "I love that feeling..." Miku sighed behind her, one hand moving to rest on the younger girl's flat belly, as if she could feel the sperm churning within. "So tasty, too..."

It was easy, from there. Both of them were in the grips of the pleasure, easily suggestible. Miku, of course, was further gone, and far more desperate for stimulation - but little Maki, for her part, had a charming faith in her older sister. Whatever 'onee-sama' did was fine by her - she was there to learn, and happy to study with her beloved big sis. It took little prompting to get her on her back, spreading her legs so Miku could eat her out, sucking my cum out of her tight snatch. Soon, she was moaning her way towards another orgasm, chanting "Oh! Your tongue feels so good, Miku-oneesama! So good!" I fucked Miku from behind at the same time, working a couple of fingers into her ass - wouldn't do to let her stimulation-levels drop so much that she started thinking clearly, after all.

I really didn't want to divide my attention, however, and an obvious solution was available. Maki was, after all, an innocent - with no concept of where the boundary went between 'ordinary' sex and the hopelessly depraved. So she made no protestations and only gaped in surprise when Blackie, by my command, bounded into the bedroom and unto the bed to mount Miku, who moaned in delight as his thick, canine cock drilled into her well-worn asshole. I, meanwhile, returned to Maki's tight snatch, finding it far more receptive (and her more immediately appreciative) - taking her doggystyle, this time, to keep things fresh.

With a firm grip on the little girl's narrow hips, it wasn't hard to maneuver her around so that she and Miku were facing each other... and rather closely. With her confused state further enhanced by Blackie's efforts, Miku wasted no time closing the distance, catching her little sister's lips in a kiss that was anything but familial. Little Maki, of course, happily followed her lead, while I watched with rising arousal. Already thinking ahead to the next step, I then licked one of my fingers and began working it into Maki's so-far virgin asshole, never stopping my steady thrusting into her snatch.

Well, if there was one advantage to the fact that more than an inch of my shaft remained out in the cold even when I thrust as deeply as possible into my eager, young partner, it was that it left plenty of maneuvering-room for my fingers. Soon, I was working _two_fingers up her rear, with no sign of protest from her. Well, why would she? I'd demonstrated anal sex on her older sister, who had made every display of enjoying it. Still, even with some prior stretching, the first entry would be difficult and painful - so I strategically waited until I'd fucked her to another orgasm before switching holes.

So, as she shuddered in pleasure, moaning into her sister's mouth as they continued their intense make-out session, I removed my fingers and pulled out of her tight little cunt - which was left gaping slightly, her pussy-lips thick and swollen with arousal - to instead push into her even-tighter ass. It was almost painfully snug, particularly the muscular ring of her sphincter, but I endured, pushing deep. I gave her no chance to adapt, this time - there was no way around how painful it would be, and the orgasm I had waited for would provide only temporary relief. I needed to build up some pleasure to balance out the pain if I wanted her to continue to be agreeable.

As I reamed her tight little bubble-butt I hoped that she, like her older sister, would prove to have the ability to experience anal orgasms - I thought the odds to be decent, since it is mostly a genetic trait. And sure enough, though she writhed somewhat in my grip as she felt the hot, hard mass of my cock fill her freshly-deflowered ass, it never went beyond that. Instead she began to tremble again, her flexible spine curving backwards as she raised herself from the sheets, pulling her head away from the lengthy kiss she'd shared with her sister. Her blindly grasping hands found Miku's shoulders and she held herself like that, gaping and wide-eyed as she felt the early tremors of her first anal orgasm approach. Miku, for her part, took it as an invitation to shuffle a few inches forwards - helped along by Blackie's steady thrusting - so that she could start caressing Maki's tender young titties with her lips and teeth.

Encouraged by this display of rising pleasure and trusting in it to blot out the pain of my anal intrusion, I fucked her with abandon, relishing the sensation of her tiny body shaking under my every thrust. I was going deeper in her ass than I had in her pussy before, too, by maybe an inch - still not exactly down to the root, but quite pleasurable all the same. Soon, I shot my load into the deep, dark confines of the hot preteen ass, my cock never softening as I continued to thrust - and sure enough, seconds later, Maki was crying out her own orgasm, whole body shaking like a leaf.

I waited for the tremors to die down, then lifted her off my still-throbbing cock and spun her around as I put her down, leaving her facing me. Her eyes gradually focused, and when she saw my shaft standing tall and glistening with cum-traces and her own ass-slime, she automatically reached forth to grasp it, in imitation of her older sister's earlier performance. Once she lowered her head towards it, however, she recoiled, adorable little nose wrinkling. "It smells bad..." she complained, but I just waggled my finger at her, speaking in a firm, authoritarian voice. "Now, now, don't be a spoiled child... you saw how your sister handled it without complaint, no? It's only good manners..."

She grimaced, but then - with the resigned look of a good little girl who was used to eating her vegetables like she'd been told, even when they were terribly smelly - she leaned in and began to lick my cock clean of her own ass-residue without further complaints. Her tiny little pink tongue had a lot of ground to cover, but she was soon provided some additional motivation. Miku, after all, was now looking directly at her little sister's rear end, complete with a pair of freshly-fucked, slightly-gaping holes. Seeing my sperm pool around the reddened rim of the little girl's stretched-out sphincter, she automatically leaned down and pushed her tongue inside, rimming her sister with hungry intensity. Blackie had given her several orgasms already, ensuring that she was as far gone as could be - ready to indulge in just about any kind of depraved sexual behavior without a second, or indeed first, thought. Rushing her education ahead like that hadn't been without its risks, but... well, it paid off handsomely, I'd say.

By the time Maki finished licking my cock clean, all hesitation had disappeared from her tongue - thanks, no doubt, to the rapidly-approaching second anal orgasm that Miku's busy tongue was pushing her towards. I couldn't have staged it better myself - as I mentioned a while back, the key to behavioral modification is operand conditioning... that is, making them subconsciously associate a particular behavior with pleasure. Thus, not wanting to interrupt Miku's oral efforts, I gripped Maki's head and pushed my freshly-cleaned cockhead into her mouth. She couldn't fit much more than that in there, but her tongue quickly went to work, digging in under my foreskin, caressing my urethra, and generally making a fine effort considering her lack of experience. I freely let the pleasure - and the sight of a hot-bodied teenage girl licking her baby sister's ass with all signs of enjoyment on both parties - carry me away, and sprayed my cum across Maki's tongue just moments before she started to convulse in orgasm.

After those three orgasms, Maki was nearly as dazed as her older sister - her young brain simply wasn't designed to handle such a level of dopamine, I suspect. It was easy to nudge them around and position them as I pleased, after that - freely fucking Maki in various positions and all three holes, while I let Blackie exhaust himself into Miku's eager orifices. I won't recount every last intersection of our various genitals - I'd taken a potent performance-enhancer just before they arrived, and was good to go for several more rounds. And even once I'd thoroughly emptied my balls, I still enjoyed watching the sisters cavort together, exchanging pleasures.

A couple of my favorite situations might be worth mentioning, though... like when I had Maki on her back at the edge of the bed, so that I could fuck her standing up - pushing her head in under Miku's groin, so that she could watch up-close as Blackie pounded the tight teenage pussy, splattering her face with their mixed juices. Or a bit later, when Miku was busy sucking Blackie off again, and I pushed her little sister's face into her well-fucked, cum-dribbling pussy, giving the young girl a taste of the mixed juices while I continued to fuck her from behind. Maki, for her part, licked her older sister's pussy without protest, lapping up the ample quantities of dog-cum that was steadily oozing from it.

And, of course, the big finale - well after my own cock had definitively softened, heralding the end of the festivities for me. Blackie was nearing the end of his rope too, but he was still enthusiastically ass-fucking Miku while the two girls sixty-nined. Once he'd cum in her ass (again), and his knot had shrunk enough for him to pull out - which wasn't much at this point, what with the way the repeated reamings had loosened her sphincter - I gently nudged the two of them to untangle themselves, and pushed both of them towards Blackie's slightly-drooping canine cock as he sat back on his haunches.

Sure enough, they started licking it together, faces pressed close as their tongues danced up and down the veiny shaft, often intersecting and wrestling. Their rear ends were pointed towards me, proudly showing four well-fucked, cum-dripping orifices - proof of a job well done. Though my dick still wasn't up for a repeat performance, I saw no reason not to get involved a bit, and proceeded to finger both of them. They moaned in unison as I went to work, fingers darting into pussies and assholes alike, caressing oversensitized tissue - I am quite good with my hands, if I do say so myself. Not that it really mattered - in their present state, after so many orgasms, even a far less skillful touch would likely have sufficed.

Still, the effort was clearly appreciated, and prompted them to redouble their oral efforts. Blackie whined a bit - he had to be rather sensitive himself, after spending that much time banging Miku - but after a bit of time his hips jerked instinctively as he sprayed a load of thin, watery cum over the two eager faces. Shortly after, my fingers brought them both to near-simultaneous orgasms even as they licked each other's faces clean. Only then did I let the two of them collapse, exhausted and hugging each other close, covered in sweat and stained with mine and Blackie's cum. He, meanwhile, tiredly retreated to his basket to rest also, his canine cock rapidly shrinking and disappearing into his sheath - the orgy had tested even_his_ virility.

I'm not afraid to admit, I was rather worn down myself - but unlike them, I couldn't rest just yet. So I drank an energy-drink, took a refreshing bath, got dressed, and then sat down in my office to do some work while idly running through possible conversation-scenarios in my head to prepare. A bit less than an hour later, as expected, Miku walked into my office looking haunted. She hadn't hit the showers like me, so she still looked like a mess and reeked of sex - clearly, she was too preoccupied to worry about her sticky state. I adjusted my predictions accordingly.

Having prior experience with orgiastic excess, Miku had recovered after only a short nap - while Maki, exhausted by the many new experiences she'd had and the physical exertion both, was sleeping soundly. The rest had allowed her mind to clear, lifting the intoxicating fogs of lust, and now she was filled with regrets and remorse. As calculated, she wasn't blaming me, but herself. "I dunno what I was thinking, doing stuff like that to my li'l sis! I'm horrible..." she moaned, burying her head in her hands. I sat her down and started calmly talking to her.

"Why is it so horrible, what you did?" I asked, and she blinked in surprise. "Well... it was incest, right? She's my sister!" I shrugged. "Well, sure. But what I mean is... why is _incest_such a horrible thing?" This gave her pause. Unlike said sister, she was hardly a genius, and barely scraping by in school - though, admittedly, her tendency to seek out casual sex when she should be studying might have something to do with it, too. "Um... well... 'cuz of inbreeding and stuff, right?" she finally replied, looking thoughtful. I nodded. "Exactly. Inbreeding's no joke - lack of genetic diversity can be a slow killer for a community. Someone as close as full siblings or parent and child... well, it just invites all kinds of birth-defects."

Then I raised an eyebrow. "Now... with that in mind, how likely would you say you are to get Maki pregnant?" The absurdity of the question made her burst out laughing in spite of herself, and I quickly closed the distance between us to provide a comforting presence, wiping away her tears as I continued to explain. "Look... the reason you're feeling horrible is because of one simple fact: You've been told that you should feel horrible. The rules of society forbid incest - as do the laws derived from them. Meanwhile, the reason those rules were created are left forgotten. I mean, birth-control is a thing these days... even in cases that, unlike this one, does allow for the possibility of inbreeding, it can be easily avoided."

I had her attention, but she wasn't convinced yet. That was fine - I wasn't trying to convince her, but rather to give her the means to convince herself. "Well, to be fair, there's also the issue of abuse... particularly in parent-child relationships, it's basically impossible for the child to give informed consent, obviously. But again, that hardly applies here. Maki's a brilliant girl - way ahead of her years. You're hardly in a position to dictate to her. She wanted to learn about sexuality, and threw herself into it - and when you joined in, she was happy for it." Shrugging, I continued. "Actually, I was kind of impressed. In the heat of the moment, you threw off the chains of society, and acted as you felt was right - giving your sister an unforgettable experience, and a far more pleasant introduction to the adult world of sexuality than I could have managed alone. I mean... that was why you did it, right?"

A thoughtful look fluttered across her face, and I knew I'd landed a direct hit. There are few things that have so powerful an impact on human memory as the drive towards self-justification. Did you know that the best way to make someone like you is to convince them to do a favor for you? After the fact, they will convince themselves that you must be a good and trustworthy friend - otherwise, why would they have done such a favor for you? But I digress... now that I had offered Miku a possible justification - one that changed her actions from despicable to admirable - her mind would be working overtime to massage the lust-fogged memories of the orgy into the desired shape. "I... guess so. I mean, she was all scared and stuff right at first, and probably in a bit of pain, so I wanted to comfort her and... well, the whole point of the thing was to teach her about sex, right?" I nodded severely. "Indeed. And there was no reason for her education to be purely a matter of the heteronormative boy-on-girl model, either. I mean, this IS the 21st century, right?"

There were several more back-and-forths like that, and bit by bit, Miku was convinced that she'd acted out of an enlightened desire to provide her sister with a sex-education unmarred by arbitrary social norms. The next step was easy. With a sigh, I sat back in my chair and shook my head. "But you know, in one sense, I'd have to call today a failure. I mean... the idea was to sate Maki's curiosity, and then convince her to wait until she's of legal age before pursuing further investigations, right? But, based on her behavior and what I've seen of her character, I don't think it'll work out that neatly... I mean, you know what it's like, to want sex when you can't have it..." Miku readily agreed to this point. As a bonafide sex-addict, she was perfectly familiar with the 'withdrawal-symptoms' thereof. Empathy can be a misguided thing sometimes - she was probably imagining what SHE would feel like, if someone told her she had to wait 9 years for another fuck.

My face brightened as I suddenly had an 'idea'. "But... well, she's obviously comfortable with you, and with... bisexuality. Maybe you could help her out. Take the pressure off, when needed." She took to my idea swiftly. After all, our starting premise - that it would be disastrous for Maki to go 'looking for love' on her own - remained in effect. By the end of our conversation, I'd moved her from "I'm a horrible person for committing incest" to "I should maintain a regular, lesbian relationship with my younger sister, for her own sake." But of course, that alone wouldn't do for me. "Of course... if she finds that insufficient by itself, you're welcome to bring her around again. I don't mind helping out." Indeed - I am a charitable soul, am I not?

It all worked out exactly as planned. Miku and Maki started a regular relationship, carefully concealed from their parents, who were just happy to see their wayward daughter spend more time with their brilliant prodigy, instead of always running off with her friends. Miku's nymphomania and Maki's eagerness to please her older sister, combined with their easy access to one another, made their relationship frequent in the extreme. They snuck into each other's bedrooms virtually every night, and even arranged to frequently get together at school, once the summer break ended. (Their school was a combination-affair - grade- and high-school in adjoining buildings.) Maki, I soon ascertained, wasn't a true nympho like her sister - but it hardly mattered. Sex can be quite habit-forming, after all, especially during the formative years.

And of course, it barely took days before Maki was back in my bed. Her sister had embraced her bisexuality with gusto, but the fact remained that she'd been introduced to lesbian sex no more than a week ago herself. When it came to cunnilingus, she had an abundance of enthusiasm but little in the way of skill. So their regular, incestuous sessions only served to provide the young girl with a clear basis for comparison - making her want to return to the source of the far greater pleasure she'd experienced once before. Return she did, thus - politely asking if, now that she had learned the basics, I might perhaps educate her on those 'advanced' variants of sexuality I had spoken of earlier?

I taught her, all right - taught her everything she could possibly want. Taught her obedience and submission. Taught her to take pleasure in the most depraved and humiliating of activities. Taught her to have a boundless appetite for sex. Taught her to accept pain as a companion to pleasure. Taught her to worship and adore me. Taught her to be a perfect, adorable little trophy, the star of my collection...

Sometimes, I educated the sisters together, further increasing their passion for one another, and the depravity and variety of their daily interactions. Nevermind cunnilingus, I had soon made strap-ons, rimjobs and piss-drinking a regular part of their affair. At other times, particularly with the... rougher lessons, I would tie Miku down in the living room and let Blackie entertain her, while I withdrew to the bedroom with Maki and closed the door. Miku never objected to this - not even when Maki returned with whip-marks on her buttocks or bleeding pinholes in her nipples. After all, she trusted me, and Maki had specifically asked to learn about BDSM, and she knew very well herself how enjoyable pain could be when correctly applied... and, more to the point, it was almost too easy to push her into a pleasure-trance at that point, during which she would object to nothing whatsoever so long as something was filling her hungry holes. Her brain, meanwhile, had already gotten well into the habit of self-justification...

Regardless, I soon had Maki just as well-heeled as Miku. I could use her as I pleased, knowing that she'd not only let me use her tight, youthful body without resistance, but also return of her own accord whenever she could get away from her studies. Which was quite often, considering her prodigious intelligence, and she did not, after all, have any friends to spend time with. New rituals soon grew around their joint visits, building on those I had developed with Miku alone. My personal favorite was the Ritual of Gratitude, performed at the end of each long, sweaty sexual session, wherein they showed their gratitude for me spending time with them. It consisted of them kneeling on either side of me as I stood, legs slightly spread, on the floor. One of them would bury her face between my buttocks to lick my sweaty asshole, while the other opened her mouth to serve as my toilet, carefully catching every drop of my post-exercise pee and swallowing it without hesitation. They took it in turns, but it was particularly lovely when Maki was in front, so that I could watch her childish face contort with eagerness as she opened her mouth to receive my piss.

If I could be said to have any complaints, it was the necessity of keeping Maki isolated from my other trophies... I simply couldn't count on my control over any of them being sufficiently complete that they'd overlook pedophilia on my part. (Though, as I mentioned a while back, I don't actually match that description... but I shan't repeat myself.) Getting the model and the whore together to induct Miku into the sapphic mysteries had been fun - and had left me wondering what other interesting situations could arise from pushing different trophies together. Hence, my dissatisfaction in not being able to use my newest and greatest trophy in any combination.

Well... not yet, anyway. There was, after all, that one other trophy... it was months, yet, before she would be available, but by then, she wouldn't care who or what she was having sex with. How would Maki react to seeing sexual excess taken to such extremes, I wondered... I still hadn't decided on an 'endgame' for her, after all. Endgame... well, that's like the 'mounting' of a stuffed beast, you know? The way you pose it to best show it off. Or, more directly, the way I render my trophies self-sufficient so that I can move on and hunt for more. Y'know, like setting up the model with a pack of wild dogs, or giving the slave the idea of chaining herself to a public restroom at night. I'd already settled on one for Miku - pornography. She'd soon start worrying about her career-prospects, I knew - quite justifiably, considering her unspectacular grades. At that point, I'd guide her towards an old associate of mine, who produced porn of a particularly extreme nature for the distinguishing internet crowd. Once she realized that she could make a comfortable living doing what she loved, she'd be happy to go along.

But what to make of Maki? Well, I had time enough to consider it. She wouldn't stay a child forever, of course, but it'd be at least seven years before her growth started to diminish her exotic appeal. Maybe more, considering her asian genes. Still, it never hurt to plan ahead...

The End (For now...)