The front door closing wakes you up. It's late at night, 4 o'clock. The door wasn't slammed, but there's no care in making it silent. You can hear from my footsteps. They’re heavy, malassured. I'm most likely drunk, coming home from the club. One set of footsteps come up the stairs. I didn't get any luck bringing a girl home. The steps get closer and closer until you hear your door creak open.

You jolt out of bed, standing as tall as you can, wearing only panties and a tank top. But I'm in no state to get intimidated or have doubts. I stand on the doorstep, staring at you intently, with booze-hazed eyes. Then I suddenly take a running step and close the distance. I grab your neck. You try to resist, but I backhand slap you and shove you down the bed.

I climb on top of you, pinning your hands with my legs. My hand comes back around your throat. I squeeze just enough to let you know I'm in charge. You feel your breathing get more difficult, but air can still pass through. With my other hand, I start unbuckling my jeans. "That fucking slut said no to me," I ramble. You guess I'm talking about a woman at the club. "But you can't."

I can see your eyes tear up, and I feel my pussy get wet. I bring my face down, still holding your neck in place, and you feel my tongue lick your cheeks, tasting your tears, before I put my lips on yours and force your mouth open. My free hand starts fondling your breasts over your top while my tongue violates your mouth.

I sit back up and release your neck. With two hands I grab your top, then I tug on it, violently and suddenly, and rip it to expose your breasts. I knead them before I send a hand down my pants to rub myself. In my drunken, horny state, I cum almost instantly, squirting all over my hand and leaving a massive wet spot inside my pants. You can feel some liquid bleed through and wet your belly.

I shove my cum-covered hand in your face, trying to put it inside your mouth. You feel some of my juices transfer on your cheeks, your forehead, your hair, before you get a forced taste of it. You bite on my fingers, and I remove them. "Bitch!" I yell in pain. I slap your face to teach you a lesson, then spit on you. "I'll make you pay for that, you yellow cunt."

For a brief moment, the eight of my body lifts up from you, only to grab one of your wrists and aggressively turn you around, holding your arm in a lock. Your other arm flails, but any other movement is too painful to undertake. I have you pinned in place again. With my free hand, I push your panties aside and slide my fingers in your pussy. I bend down over you, so I can murmur in your ear. "Of course you're fucking wet, you little bitch. You're just a worthless piece of rapemeat. I bet you can't even cum if you're not getting roughed."

You can't control your excitement of course. It’s only a biological reaction. But your juices flow on my fingers anyways. Despite the pain and the humiliation, you can't help but moan softly in pleasure.

This isn't the first time this happened. It's almost a weekly occurrence now. Mother is passed out, drunk and on sleeping pills. Nothing can wake her up, not even the building burning. I spend the night at the club, trying to get into the pants of any woman, usually failing, drinking up and coming back home, angry, mean and horny. The first time it happened, you weren't even 19. I was just 21. You never told anybody because of the shame. The shame of being so easily overpowered. The shame of being so easily aroused by it. The shame of being unable to stop it.

My fingers fuck you mercilessly, make your teeth clench, hoping for it to stop. And then, almost by miracle, it does stop. My fingers stop. You feel my body press down against yours. You manage to wrestle your arm out of my grip, and escape from under me. My body falls limply down on the bed. You realise the only reason you escaped this time was that, for the first time, I fell asleep while molesting you.

Your mind races quickly. This is your opportunity for revenge. You go through my pockets to find my bedroom key. It's wet from my own orgasm, but you find it. You rush to my room and unlock it. I never let you go in here. You always imagine it was a sinister sex dungeon. Instead, it's a normal teenage girl's room, with a pastel pink and white wallpaper and lavender carpet, even a giant teddy bear in the bed. You walk to the white commode in the corner, under a big mirror, with more makeup supplies laid out on top of it than you've ever seen. You go through the drawers, and find what you were looking for in the last one. The Holy Grail. All of my toys, some that I've used to molest you.

You see a strange baton and grab it. You press a button on it, and an electric arc jumps between two prongs at the top. "Nice!" you say under your breath. You place it under your arm. You grab a red ballgag and slide it in your wet panties. You take three dildos, one medium, one big, and one huge, that you carry under your other arm, and then hook a strapon harness around your wrist. With your two free hands, you grab a studded leather paddle and a small whip. You're about to leave the room when you think of something. You walk back, put the whip between your teeth and grab two cuffs with a small chain.

Loaded to the brim with toys, you get back in my room. I'm still passed out, but you don't know for how long, so the first thing you do after dumping everything on the bed is sliding the cuffs around my wrists, and then hooking the chain around the headboard. You turn me around. I’m quite heavy, but you put all your body weight into it and flip me on my back. You run your hand in your panties, and take out the ball gag. It's slick with your juices. Then you slap me awake.

“Not so big now, sister,” you say, lording over me.
“Fuck you. I don’t know why mom decided to fuck that yellow bastard and keep you, but…”
You slap me and push the gag over my lips.
“You talk too much, sister. But I’ll show you what I’m capable of.”
I feel the taste of your pussy on the plastic ball muffling all my harsh words. I thrash, but my wrists are bound too tightly to be able to do anything. You can see in my eyes the slow realisation coming. I’m defenseless, and you’re in charge now.

The next thing you grab however isn't a toy, it's your phone. "I'm gonna record this so I can jill off to it later," you say while putting it down on your bedside table, pointing straight at the two of us. "If you piss me off ever again, I'll put it online and show it to all your friends." You grab my pants at the belt and pull them down. With a savage lust, you tear my panties off of my hips, exposing my trim bush and juicy pussy. You grab the phone for a close up, before putting it back in place.

You climb on top of me and take the electric prod. You put it right in front of my face. I can see the electricity arc up close. I try to yell, but the gag prevents the sound from leaving your room. You jab the baton up to my side and deliver a shock. I feel the pain run up and down my nervous system and my whole body jerks. "That's right you cunt, how does it feel to be the bitch?" you say before shocking my breasts.

You lean down to kiss my lips around the gag. You notice the tears running down my face for a change. Just like I did before, you run your tongue over my cheeks to taste the saltiness of my cries. "Fuck, this tastes nice," you comment. "I always thought you were a weirdo, but I can see the appeal of drinking your tears now."

You make the baton disappear behind your back. I feel it on my pussy for just a second because I feel another shock. The current goes right through my clit, delivering such an overload that I can't help but cum on the spot. "Look at you, always acting like such a bully, but deep down I knew you were a slut. You love this, don't you. I bet this is why you have all these toys, so someone would use them on you." You give my clit another shock. My pussy spasms painfully, my whole body arcs and tries to kick you off, but you ride the wave, like a cowgirl riding the bull.

"I wonder..." you say before putting the prongs on your own clit and sending a discharge on yourself. What you feel, you can scarcely believe it. All your nerves seem to tingle at once, muscles contracting. I feel your squirt jet over me, wetting my belly and my breasts, as your legs squeeze around my waist, and your body can't stand up and you fall forward on me. There's an intense wave of pain and pleasure rolling over your body. "Fuck this is amazing," you say. "I'm stealing this one."

Short of breath, you stay down for a moment, before you regain your composure. You climb off me, legs a little wobbly. In a show of dominance, you shock my pussy again, then use the baton to give it a solid whack. "Let's play with something else," you say, throwing the wicked device on the bed. "Ah, let's try this one..."

In your hands, the studded leather paddle. "I can remember this one," you say about this implement I once used to spank your ass. It's brown leather, slightly weathered. You're not sure if it's from use or if they just sell it like that to give it a more rugged look. On it there's four steel studs arranged in a square. You run it on my belly, caressing me with it, before slapping it down suddenly on my stomach. That takes the breath out of me.

You flip me around on my belly to expose my ass. "Once for every time you molested me," you say before paddling my ass. Once, twice, thrice, I quickly lose count. The sound of the dry slap resonates in your room. You can't help but chuckle and call me names. Slut, cunt, whore, dyke, pervert. You start losing count yourself, but you don't really care. You've made your point, that I've abused you so much, and today is one too many times. Today is when you get your revenge. You continue beating my ass until it's red and raw and a tiny bit of blood is drawn. You can see the four marks of the studs imprinted on both of my red cheeks.

You lean down to whisper in my ear. You can see my eyes are pouring, you can plainly hear me sob now that the slaps are over. "I'm gonna rape you now," you simply say.

You take a hold of the harness and notice it's designed with two slots, one over the other. Two slots, two holes, and three dildos. You quickly eliminate the smallest one, and decide on the big one for my ass, and the huge one for my pussy. Once they're both in place, you equip the harness on your hips. You can feel one dildo press against your clit, the other against your labia. Once you start penetrating me, it will provide a nice stimulation for your own pleasure.

But first, you have to line yourself. I try to wiggle out of your graps, but I'm still tied to the headboard, unable to escape. I feel the plastic separate my lips and open my round hole. In a matter of three thrusts, you've pushed the dildos as far as they'll go in that position, and reached your cruise speed for violating my holes. You lower your body down, like a dog fucking a bitch in heat laid on the ground. And like a little puppy, I whimper and cry through it.

The stimulation offered by the strapon makes your juices flow. My pussy lubricates to reduce the friction, but my ass is getting fucked raw. Whenever your pelvis hits my already red ass, it's like another spank adding to the pain. You're lying on top of me, I can feel your breasts against my back. You pull my hair back. "You fucking bitch," you say into my ear, "this is for everything you've done to me."

Still thrusting at a brisk pace, you grab the shock prod and apply it to my ribs. I clench my teeth on the gag, my whole body contracts. For a moment you feel my holes are opposing more resistance as they tighten around your dicks. You repeat it once, twice, thrice, each time accompanied with a mix between maniacal laughter, panting breath and satisfied moan. On the verge of passing out from the pain, I feel it finally stop. It seems the rough double fucking you delivered made you cum, and you're done playing with your toy.

"You're never going to touch me again, and you’re never going to tell anybody, or this gets uploaded as 'white whore loves getting roughed by Asian goddess' and sent to your whole contact list."

With the shock baton in your hand as a precautionary measure, you unlock the chain that tied me to the bed. I'm too hurt and weak to resist, too humiliated to stand on my feet. You pull my hair to drag me across the floor and out of your room. I crawl back to my bed, crying myself to sleep, vowing to take revenge.

The following days, I avert your gaze. You never understood the appeal of BDSM before, until you took dominion over me, and felt the joy of inflicting pain and humiliation. You give me a wicked smile whenever we cross paths around the house. But secretly, I'm plotting to take control back from you.

One the night of the fifth day, my alarm discreetly wakes me up. I already have a handbag of toys prepared. I just have to grab it and my phone and slowly creep towards your room. I open it so slowly it doesn't creak. I feel my heart pounding as I move closer to your sleeping body. I'm completely naked, all ready to roll. You're sleeping on your back, still in a tank top and panties.

I take a deep breath and like a cat I jump on top of you. My body lands over your chest, my knees pinning your shoulders down. You wake up from the sudden assault, but still groggy it takes you a moment to realise what's happening. Time enough for me to handcuff one of your hands to the bed, and then, while you're trying to resist, handcuff the second. I pull a ring gag from my handbag. I have to force your mouth open to insert it, but I do.

I take your phone from the bedside, put it in front of your face to unlock it. It takes me a handful of seconds to go through your videos and delete the one you took. I show you the empty folder, so you know what I've done, and throw your phone on the ground. "It's all gone," I say. I pull up my own phone to start recording. "Unlike you dumb cunt, I know about cloud backup. You can't erase it. So smile for the camera, you yellow bitch."

The light of my camera makes your face clearly visible from up close. Then I pan down to my pussy, and a yellow stream leaks out. I pee over your chest and neck, trying to direct the flow towards your face and your open mouth. You thrash around but you only make it splash everywhere. When I'm done, I spit down the ring gag and straight into your mouth. Then, I turn around, resting my pussy on your face, my pubes still wet with pee.

I take something from my handbag, but you can't see what as my ass blocks your vision. You only hear a wet slap on your piss covered stomach and feel a sharp pain run through your nerves. "Lick my pussy," I order, "or else..." The camera captures your tongue poking through the gag to lick my labia. I move my hips to grind on your face and tongue. I use my free hand to rub my clit. I rub so fast that my hand looks ghostly on the video. But soon, I squirt all over your face, trying to aim down your mouth.

"You're going to come into my room every night from now on. If I feel like getting lick or fucking you, you'll just take it like the good little gook slut you are. Otherwise, this video goes to everybody you know. Here's a catchy title for you 'dumb yellow cunt loves piss from her white owner'. I'm sure the internet will love you."

I unmount you and get off the bed. Your sheets are soaked with piss, your pillow with my cum. The camera is still rolling to take one final look at your predicament, before the light turns off. I unlock one handcuff and move back out of your reach. "You better bring me back all my toys tomorrow," I say menacingly before tossing you the key to the handcuffs and quickly moving out of your room.

You unbind yourself, remove your gag and get out of the bed. My liquids drip off your body, face and hair. You realise that you've lost your hold on me and fall down on your knees, crying.

The next night, I hear you knock on the door. I let you come in. You've put all my stolen toys in a bag, and hand them back to me. I take it and slap you to give you a lesson. I force you on your knees and make you eat me out. I film the scene, giving myself more material to hold over you. The second night, you knock, I lay you on the edge of the bed, butt poking out, and fuck your ass with the same dildo you used on mine. The third night, fourth night, fifth, it all repeats.

Then there's the sixth night. I open the door of my bedroom. "Good night sister," you say before jabbing a stun baton in my throat. I fall back on the ground, stunned, gasping for air. "It'll wear out, don't worry," you snear. A man enters the room behind you. Older, much older than you. "Do you recognise him?"

An Asian man, twenty, twenty-five years older than either of us. The memories come back to me. Our mother's ex-husband. Your father. Mom divorced him and got full custody five years after you were born. You don't remember him from then, but you got in touch in your late teens. You reconnected with him in secret. I know I never liked him. Part of me was jealous of you. My own father left before I was even born. He stole my mother's attention away from me, and then you came along, alienating me further.

"I talked to him about you. I asked him for help. And he agreed to help his daughter with her brat problem. Too bad yours is a loser who fucked off and doesn't even want to know you exist." You kneel down to get closer to me. Your face hovers mine. "I know you don't take the pill. He's gonna cum in your pussy until he puts a yellow baby in you. That's all you deserve."

I'm starting to regain motion when you move away and your father takes his position. He's stripped naked. His cock is average in length, but quite girthy. It's not the size that matters today anyways. His body is built, he clearly takes care of himself. I feel his big hands wrap around my neck. Both of my hands try to grip his arm and remove it, but he's much stronger than me. You quickly come help him to pin my arm on the ground above my head.

One hand still on my neck to hold me in place, the other on his erect cock, he aligns himself. I try to wrest away to no avail. He spreads my legs open and places himself between my thighs. I can feel the tip of his dick poke against my pussy, and then he takes a massive thrust to shove it all the way down.

"Fuck she's tight," he grunts.
"She's a total lesbian," you reply. "She might never even have had dick before."
The only reply is my eyes tearing up again, as your father rapes my virgin pussy.

His pelvis mercilessly thrusts his penis in my unprotected vagina. You film the scene of course, encouraging your dad to fuck the white whore. The humiliation is painful alone, but the violence of his strokes almost feel like he's trying to rip my vagina apart. "Here comes the cream," he finally grunts as his cock twitches inside of me. You hand him the phone so he can get a close up shot of the creampie sipping out of my pussy. "Another white whore breeding a superior baby," you comment. "Just like her mother," your father adds.

You take your phone back and fiddle with it for a minute. When you're done, you show me the screen. The video has been uploaded to the internet with the title ‘white whore loves the yellow dick’. "You're going to delete all your videos from your cloud now, or I'll be sending the link to this one to everybody. And if you piss me off ever again, my dad knows some Chinese guys who can ship you to a brothel in Bangkok. They love white rapemeat there."

You both leave my room, leaving me to curl up on the floor.

Two days later, after dinner, you're supposed to go out with friends but cancel. You feel tired. Almost unnaturally tired. A terrible thought crosses your mind... what have I done to you?

You find out when you wake up, tied and gagged in the trunk of a car. You're not sure how long you've been out, or how long the drive is, and when the car stops, you wait trapped in that trunk like the driver is waiting for something.

Finally you hear engine noise from outside. Lots of engines, motorcycles if you had to guess. It's very noisy, you're not sure how many, but at least a handful. This is when I open the trunk and you see my face lording over you.

"You called your dad, I called a friend in the local biker gang. They're gonna gangrape you and film the whole thing."

You see one of the bikers appear in your view. He's big, burly, with a big beard, a dome helmet and some road goggles hiding his eyes.

"Is this the bitch?"
"Yes. Make it hurt."
"Oh, we will. There's something else we need to discuss though."
"What do you…"

I don't have the time to finish that thought that another big man comes from behind, a white cloth in his hand. By the way he knocks me out, you guess it was chloroformed. They shove my limp body in the trunk and close it before the car drives away, with its biker escort, to another

When I wake up, we're handcuffed to each other, side to side on all fours in a rusty old bed in a disaffected building. We're both naked, ring gagged. One quick look around the room, and there's two dozen men, naked, all big, hairy, and mean looking. There's three cameras set up on tripods, another two handheld by some of the members. And of course, enough lighting that the action can be seen.

"She's awake," one voice says.
The leader of the gang comes next to us, kneels down until his eyes are level with ours.
"I don't know what your beef is, but that's not my problem. You asked one of us to help you rape your yellow cunt of a sister, I think that's how you put it. We're going to do just that. But then, while we're at it, why not give the boys the dumb white whore who thought she'd be safe around a bunch of rapists?"

With that he gets up, his massive cock comes into my view, and then he simply grabs my hair and shoves his member in my mouth though the ring gag. "Let's go boys," he exclaims as he starts roughly fucking my face, and the men line up to fuck the both of us.

We get spitroasted, one from behind, one from the front. None of them wears protection, all cum wherever they want. Our cries are muffled by the dick assaulting our mouths. The men seem to pick the hole they prefer, pussy or ass, with no lubricant except the previous man's cum.

When one of the guys has the idea to piss on us, the others start to follow his example. At least it washes off the cum on our face and bodies. They all laugh, talk with each other, even while grunting from sticking their dick deep inside of us.

At least one if the handheld camera comes for a POV facefuck shot. No doubt they took plenty of close up shots of our cum-leaking rear holes. We can hear engines revving down outside from time to time. More gang members joining the fun.

It's impossible to tell how many of them got how many turns. All our holes are on fire at the end of it, our pussies and assholes overflowing with cum, our bodies smelling like piss, faces and hair covered in the white goo. They pack the cameras at sunrise and just leave.

They leave us naked, handcuffed, without our clothes. The first thing you do is collect all our rage and jump on me, starting to slap me, but I have no energy. You slap me once or twice and I just burst down crying. "I'm sorry," I say, sobbing but sincere. You stop.

"Let's just get out of here you say."

We both get up and walk out of the building. They left the car for us at least. You drive home, by virtue of being cuffed to my left. It's still early enough that there isn't much traffic. We still get a lot of weird looks and catcalling from other motorists. We have to exit the car together through the driver door. That least enough time for neighbors to see us, naked, covered in dried cum.

When we get home, mother is still passed out asleep. We get to my room to find a handcuff key. I free us from each other. You slap me, and I start crying again. You push me in the bed roughly, climb on top of me. "I'm sorry," I say again. My tears disarm you.

Maybe it's the ordeal we went through together. Maybe you just take pity on me. Maybe it's your deepest, darkest desires talking. You kiss me. Not with force, gently. I kiss you back.

We fall asleep in my bed, still dirty from the gangbang, hugging each other.

Awkward is an understatement when we wake up entangled around each other. We almost recoil in disgust, in a vain show of power. But the event has changed us, it's undeniable. We're still naked, standing in my room when we enter a shouting match.

"You bitch, it's all your fault," you yell at me.
"I'm sorry, I... you had your father rape me!"
You take a step towards me, I instinctively step back.
"After everything you did to me... the nerves."
"I... I just... I'm sorry."
You step back, walking around in circles to let out the frustration.
"So what happens now," you ask, after doing your rounds.
"I don't know."
"You know one of the guys, right?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where he lives?"
"I think so."
"So let's call a truce and get revenge," you say, offering your hand to me.
I shake it. We have the whole afternoon to plan.

The sun comes down. We're both wearing a similar outfit, tank top with a skirt. I have a bag with some zipties and duct tape. We both have our own stun baton. And for the occasion, I lended you one of my strapons. Your dad comes to pick us up. Nobody mentions what he did to me, you just get in on the passenger side and give him a peck on the lips while I climb behind silently.

He drives us to the address. It seems quiet. We get out, walk to the door, ring the bell. A minute later a guy comes to open the door. I look at you and nod, before he has the time to react we both tase him, you his throat, me his balls. You kick him in the nuts. I throw you the duct tape, and ziptie his hands behind his back while you tape his mouth. We flip him on his belly. I grab a pair of scissors from my handbag, cut off his pants to get access. You sit on him to keep him in place and pull out your phone. You start filming as I insert my big strapon up his ass.

I go at it hard, harder than I've ever gone on you. I can feel his butt clench after a while, the sign that he's cumming. We turn him around. You film his cum on the floor. We both comment how pathetic he is for cumming from being raped by girls. I remove the duct tape. He's too busy whimpering and sobbing to cry for help. "Where are the others," I ask. He gives us a couple addresses, he doesn't want you to take a turn on his ass. You still ask me to hold his jaw open, then you squat over his face and start pissing down his mouth.

We make out like bandits when you're done, running back to the car and telling your dad to peel off. At the next address, the guy is working on his bike in his garage. With headphones on his ears, he doesn't see or hear us coming. You clock him on the head hard enough to knock the headphones off. We shock him a couple times for good measure before tying him up. Much of the same happens to him. You fuck his ass through his cut out jeans. You hold his mouth open for my piss. The whole time of course I'm filming. And we run away before he has a chance to recover.

The next address, there's a guy and his girl. This presents a challenge. She opens the door, giving the guy some time to get prepared for the assault. You go for him while I tie the girl. There's a short struggle but as soon as I come to help, we make quick work of him. We take their asses side by side. I'm fucking the girl, you're fucking the guy, both holding our phones to film. No time to piss, we just leave them there and run.

We raid two more houses like that. Going in like lightning, giving them a taste of thunder, fuck their asses, leaving them a slobbering mess on the threshold of their front door. On the way to the leader's home, we can help but look at each other in the back of the car, exchanging mischievous looks and devious smiles. We kiss. There's nothing forced there, it's just pure, passionate love. This is an odd way to spend a Friday night with your sister, but we're both enjoying it, probably too much even.

We were both expecting some kind of mansion, but what we find is a rundown trailer at the end of a forest path. One bike is parked next to it. There's some lights. We can hear the TV from outside. The door is flimsy enough that we can just bust in. He doesn't react. He's drunk asleep in front of the television. The inside is just a mess, dirty, trash everywhere. It's almost sad. To think a guy with such status in his gang lives like this.

You poke him, but he doesn't wake up. So we just start tying him up, and cutting all his clothes away. That wakes him up eventually, but there's not much he can do about it now that he's restrained and gagged.

“Let’s take our time with this one,” you say. You take his belt and start whipping him with it. He tries to crawl away, but I sit on the back of his head to stop him. I pull up my phone and film you leave red marks all over his back and ass. I start rubbing myself, checking out your body, and appreciate your domme work. You keep whipping him until he passes out from the pain.

And you know just how to wake him up: by putting your strapon in his ass. I kiss you while you fuck him, fondle you, and fondle myself too. When you give me a hand rubbing my clit I cum almost instantly, glazing the guy’s hair with my juices. With that, we reverse our roles, and now I’m fucking in while you cum on his hair.

We take turns pissing in his gagged open mouth. Like the others, he came from getting fucked by a couple of girls. You hold the phone in his face while I make him lick it off the floor. “Look at you, you love being a little sissy bitch, don’t you,” you say. It’s hard to tell what he answers, between the gag and the sobs, so I make the translation for him. “Yeah, he loves it. He’s a little sissy bitch after all.”

On our way out, I notice the video equipment from the previous night. We decide to take everything, cameras, computers, hard drives, and throw it in the trunk.

“Let’s go home,” I say once we’re back in the car.
“Fuck that,” you say. “These guys are gonna be pissed. Let’s just skip town.”
“To where?”
“Anywhere.”
Your dad turns around to face us in the backseats.
“I’ve got a place on the coast, way far away from here.”
We look at each other and nod.

This is the first night of the rest of our lives. And we spend it fucking each other on the backseat while your dad drives us there.

Epilogue:

We’ve established our home at your dad’s hideaway. It’s the three of us. It’s a big property, not too far from a small town with all the necessities, but isolated from any neighbor. Some days, one can hear the cries of a woman echo in the distance. Sometimes my voice. Sometimes yours.

We found an understanding. We realised we loved being humiliated and we loved humiliating. So we take turns. Sometimes it’s my hand around your neck. Sometimes it’s your strapon in my ass. And sometimes, we’re both tied and getting roughed by your dad.

I’m very pregnant now. You’re starting to show too. When your father planted his seed in me, I didn’t know how to feel. Now I’m proud to be his little white breeder.

However our little girls come out, no matter how much they fight as they grow up, we know that someday they will make up and be nice with each other. Like their mothers did.