I opened my eyes, my thoughts muddled and full of confusion. The last thing I remember was sitting on my sister’s sofa, sandwiched between her and her husband, dressed in only a dainty pair of lacy pink panties and a matching bra. A few months ago I might have questioned why. Now, I accepted it as the new normal, at least with Laura. She’d been slowly conditioning me. Planting triggers. Hypnotizing me. At times I wasn’t even aware it was happening. I was just going through my days blissfully ignorant. And then, she would call me over, or come over to my apartment, and with a single phrase, everything would change. That’s how tonight began. I’d been invited over for a casual dinner and a movie. Dinner was nice. Nothing out of the ordinary. But when dessert was all finished, she rested her head on my chin and whispered in my ear.

“Game Time.”

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Sometimes, after she played with me, she’d make me forget everything. I knew there were things she did, or made me do, that I couldn’t remember. But sometimes, she left me with those memories. Let me access them when I dropped for her. Like right now. The second she put me under, memories came flooding back. Things I’d done that were depraved and wrong, many of them that I would never have consented to if I’d had a choice.

Right now, I was being reminded as images played out on the television screen.

“Thought we’d watch some homemade movies, Katy.”

Katy. That was me. Fresh out of high school, attending my first year of university. A younger version of my sister, Laura. Honey blonde hair that fell past my shoulders. Bright blue eyes. A little more slender, perhaps. Tits a little smaller than hers.  A perfect handful, she liked to tease at times.

She’d told me to sit. She’d called me her ‘Good Girl’. One of my triggers. It pushed me down deeper. Made me more susceptible to her suggestions. More pliable. Horny…

I sat, a little buzz of excitement worming through me. I could feel my nipples tighten, their points pushing against the delicate lace of my bra. Her husband Glenn settling down next to me, his arm resting on my shoulders. It felt nice there. Normal. Some of my memories came to life.

Of being on my knees while he pushed his cock between my lips, unable to move because of my conditioning. Drool spilling down my chin onto my tits. Staring up at his face when my sister knelt behind me, whispering in my ear while she combed her fingers through my soft hair.

“Such a pretty girl.”

Another trigger, dropping me deeper, making me feel good inside. Warm and loved. Making my cunt clench with lust. I could feel my arousal trickling on the living room carpet. I remembered him cumming, filling my mouth with his jism. Of her kissing me. We swapped spit and cum back and forth while he watched. And then she’d sat on the couch and made me tongue fuck her to a noisy climax.

I hadn’t been allowed an orgasm that day. I rarely was. She liked being cruel. She’d told me that afterwards, when  she let me surface again, I wouldn’t remember what happened. I wouldn’t know why I was so horny. And then, she told me that no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't be able to make myself cum.

“Only I get to give you orgasms, baby girl…” Another trigger, reinforcing her hold on me. Taking me deeper. Making me hers.  “…you only get to cum when I tell you.”

I sat there, watching as the images played out on the screen. Things they’d filmed with a camera. Me naked. Me on my knees licking her cunt. Me on my back masturbating. Me bent over a table while Glenn fucked me from behind.  Me being led around the house naked on a leash, my ass bright red from being spanked. A parade of humiliation that had me dripping all over the cushion.

“Such a pretty little slut,” Laura commented while we watched. I felt myself dropping again. “Why don’t you play with that needy little puss of yours for us. For me.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, unable to take my eyes off the television as one scene ended and another begin, even when she unclasped my bra and slid the strap off my shoulder. Glenn helped her, his fingers a little rougher as they removed it and tossed it aside.

The air felt so good on my nipples. They were swollen and pinkish red. And sensitive. Laura brushed her finger tip over one and I let out a moan, my hand already at work between my legs, touching myself the way I knew she liked me to. Slowly. Taking my time. My fingers making small circles around my swollen nub, dipping between my puffy lips to wet the tips, wiping my juices on the sensitive tip.

Thin strings of pussy drool clung to my fingers, connecting them to my outer lips and my clit. I’d spread my legs, my knees bumping theirs, opening myself so they could see. So she could see.  

A part of me, lost somewhere in the back of my head, knew this was wrong. Knew she was making me do this things against my will. Knew it was immoral for me to have these feeling for her. For my sister. Not just feelings, either. I watched the image of me laying between her legs, lapping at her pussy like an eager puppy, my hands tried behind my back with rope. A close up of my face, dripping with cum. Her husband’s cum.

That scene faded, replaced by one of her peeing into my mouth. I could tell by the look on my face that it was one of the rare times she let me climax. Mid orgasmic as hot piss splattered all over my extended tongue and cascaded down my chin and throat and tits and belly. A moment later, I watched myself being consumed by a powerful orgasm, and heard her laugh, and call me her good girl…

I went deeper. Even hearing her on voice on the speaker had that effect on me. I slid a finger into my dripping hole and started fucking myself for her, brushing my thumb roughly over my clit.

“Good girls don’t cum,” she said, her voice thick with lust as she began to twist and tug my rock hard nipple.

“I am a good girl,” I managed, my voice shaky, knowing that my fate was sealed. She was going to edge me and deny me. Again.

“When was the last time I let you, Katy?”

It was hard to think straight. To remember. It felt like it was sealed away, a memory that I wasn’t allowed. That she’d hidden from me…

“It was with Silver,” she whispered. Another trigger?

“No,” I whimpered, remembering suddenly, my pussy clenching frantically, feeling so empty, aching for something to fill it.

Silver was their dog. A husky. Bright blue almond shaped eyes and a rough coat of black and white fur.  Frisky and full of mischief.  

“Silver made you cum. Do you remember how, baby sister?”

I felt goosebumps prickling my flesh, my thighs trembling, her nail sinking into the thick flesh of my nipple until I thought she was going to draw blood. So cruel. I gasped with pain. And then gasped again as Glenn leaned over an sunk his teeth into the meat of my shoulder. That was going to leave a bruise. I wondered if I would remember what had caused it when I came out of this, or if I’d just ignore it until it faded away.

“He licked me,” I whimpered as I all came flooding back, the memory so intense, so real, that I wasn’t sure if it was something that had happened or was happing now…

I was lying in bed. Laura’s bed. On top of the covers. The only thing I wore was a pink leather collar. A dog collar. My arms were raised above my head so that I could grasp the brass colored bars of the head board tightly. My legs were spread in an obscene V shape, knees bent upwards towards the ceiling. I couldn’t move. She hadn’t used rope or chains or anything. All it has taken was a simple phrase.

“Playtime, Toy.”

I dropped immediately, unable to move my limbs or speak or turn my head. I couldn’t even close my eyes or blink. I was frozen. Doll-like. My sister’s plaything. She’d posed me like this and then left without a word. Leaving me wondering what was going to happen. Uncertain and afraid and so turned on that I was leaking all over the covers.

“Go fetch him, Glenn.”

Her voice was soft as silk as her gaze flickered towards her husband and then back to me. Her touch was just as soft, fingers brushing though my hair lovingly.  I was breathing so hard, my heart pounding against my chest, that I thought I might pass out.

“My sweet and oh so dirty little sister,” she whispered as she petted me. Her words calmed me as much as her touch, and I felt myself relaxing for her, the whirlwind of worry and uncertainty and fear settling.

“Remember how hard you cummed last time?  How good it felt?”

I couldn’t open my mouth to answer, but she must have seen the answer in my eyes. It hadn’t been just once. He’d kept licking my, slobbering all over my spread open cunt, filling it with saliva while he ravaged me with his rough tongue.

“Remember how many times?”

I’d lost count. Six, maybe. Or seven. Enough so that I would have begged her to stop him if I could have before I lost my mind.

“Remember what I told you when he was done with you? When Glenn led him from the room? You couldn’t move, even after I released you. You lay there like a rag doll. I thought I’d broken you. Maybe I had, a little.”

Her face was so close to mine that I could feel her breath on my lips as I started into her bright blue eyes. It was a little like looking into a mirror. I wanted to kiss her so badly. I ached to feel her lips against mine. To taste her mouth. To lose myself.

Her hands drifted down along my neck, gliding over my throat. She paused, her smile turning cruel for a brief moment as she gripped with her fingers, squeezing gently.

“I could choke you. It wouldn’t take much, Katy. You, lying there, unable to move, feeling everything, unable to breathe. The orgasm would be out of this world. Mind blowing. As long as I released my grip at the right moment. Don’t want you passing out.”

Fear washed through me. Fear and something else. Something dark and primal. A depraved hunger for what she offered. She laughed softly. I wondered if she sensed my complete and total surrender.

Relaxing her grip, she drew a line from the nape of my neck down my body. Over my sternum, between my small tits, my tummy, my belly button, my mound…

I wanted to writhe. To squirm. To do anything but lay here feeling vulnerable, helpless to stop what was going to happen.

I heard a soft snort, followed by eager panting, recognizing it for what it was. Silver. Their dog.

“Last time he licked you, Katy. I think he deserves a treat for making you cum so good. Don’t you?  I think he should be allowed to breed you.  Would you like that? You have my permission to talk.”

My mouth suddenly worked again. Just my mouth. I still couldn’t move a muscle. I couldn’t even curl my finger or my toes. But I could talk…

“Answer my question, baby girl. Would. You. Like. My. Dog. To Breed you?”

My eyes were wide with fear as she traced my clit with her fingertip and watched my face, coaxing my answer out with her perfect smile.

“Yes. Please. I want him to… need him to... breed me, Laura.”

“That’s my good girl.”

I let out a pitiful whimper as I watched my brother-in-law detach their dog’s leash while Laura patted the bed next to me.

“Hear that, boy? Katy wants you to fuck her.”

I Held my breathe, suddenly scared. This was really going to happen and there was nothing I could do about it. A surge of panic sent waves through me, settling in the pit of my stomach, accompanied by something else. Something dark and uncomfortable and hungry as he got up on the bed, panting, his tongue lolling from his mouth, his black lips forming what looked like a smile.

Laura sat me up a little so I could see his sheath between his legs. His angry looking purple-red cock slowly emerging as he sniffed the air.

“He smells your need, little sister,” Laura teased, running her fingers over my mound. It felt so nice and calming and I let go of my fear, if not my nervousness.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you lick my cunt afterwards. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please,” I whispered so softly that I wasn’t sure if she heard. From the way she smiled, she had.

“After my husband fucks me, of course. My slutty little baby sister can clean all his cum out of me.”

I hated how much that turned me on. How wet I was as she stroked my bald pussy and Silver stared at me and Glenn started to undress where I could see him, revealing his throbbing erection. Swallowing, I stared, unable to move a muscle, no matter how hard I tried.

“Let’s get you ready first,” she said with a cruel smile, snapping her fingers. “Lick her, Silver. That’s a good boy. Lick your bitch’s fuck hole.”

With a soft woof, he obeyed, panting as he stepped between my thighs, his muzzle rubbing against my spread thighs as he began to lap  sloppily.

He wasn’t skilled, but it didn’t matter. He was enthusiastic and eager and it was so dirty and wrong and it felt amazing. While I couldn’t move, I could feel it. My body was extra responsive. Like my nervous system was hypersensitive in this state. I wondered if she’d put some sort of trigger into my conditioning to cause that.

Fuck. So much frustration. I wanted to thrust my hips, force his tongue into me. Grind myself against his snout. I tried desperately, whimpering as his tongue became a flurry against my clit.

“Good girls only cum when they are told,” Laura reminded me, sealing my fate. I’d learned that she had control over my orgasms. That I was impossible for me to cum without permission. Without being told to. I felt tears leaking out of my eyes as he edged me. Peripherally, I became aware of her stripping off everything. She was so beautiful as she moved closer, sitting next to me, and spread her legs, mimicking my position, our knees touching, head turned so she could watch my face.

“Why don’t you help him get started, Glenn. And then, I need my pussy full of cock.”

I saw Glenn’s cock twitch as he patted the couch, his gaze focused on what their dog was doing to me.

“Up, boy.”

Silver was suddenly scrambling up on top of me. I could feel his rough fur rubbing between my thighs and belly and tits. I could feel his heat and his weight as he trapped me beneath him. I could smell his breath as he licked my face, slobbering on my mouth.

“Kiss him for me.”

I did my best, puckering my lips, kissing his muzzle, opening my mouth for his tongue, feeling it inside my mouth. He was drooling so much that I had to swallow some, the rest running down my throat.

I gasped as I felt the tip of his cock poking me. His aim was terrible and he kept trying until finally he got it and sank deep inside me and started humping frantically. I’d never been fucked so furiously before. Beside me, Glenn was positioned between his wife’s thighs, his cock disappearing into her pussy as she watched me getting fucked by their dog.

I felt him going deep. Almost too deep. It hurt. Not a lot, but enough. I liked it, though. The hurt. Whimpering, I surrendered as he drove himself deeper and deeper, harder, faster. I wanted to cum for him so desperately, but I was forbidden.

Laura was moaning beside me, her expression euphoric as Glenn grunted and thrust. I felts something swelling just inside my opening. His knot. It was happening. He was going to breed me like a bitch.

“Oh my god,”  I moaned.  “It’s so big.”

“You belong to him now,” Laura managed, her words punctuated by gasps.  “His bitch.”

I felt him swell inside me, stretching my slick walls, forcing me wider. I was delirious with pleasure. So close. Riding the cusp. Starting to lose my sanity as I was pushed to the edge and denied. I felt him swell suddenly and begin to pump into me. It was unreal. It felt hot, reminding me that it was dog cum. It went on forever. Rope after rope pulsing out of his cock as he held it deep inside of me, filling me so full. Every time he pumped more into my cunt his knot seemed to swell. I could feel it against my clit, from behind, rubbing against my that extra sensitive sponge of flesh inside me. It was too much. Too cruel not being allowed to cum. I was sure I could have had multiple orgasms by now…

“Please,” I begged, sounding pitiful.

And then, she reached out and gently turned my head so that we were face to face and I watched her climax, her moan become a sob of pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” she repeated over and over, leaning closer and kissing me passionately, her tongue sliding through drool, mine in and Silver’s.

“Fuck,” she said again. A moment later, Glenn let out a massive groan and filled her with his cum.

“God, Katy. That was so fucking hot, watching you take dog cock in your filthy cunt.”

“I need to cum, oh my god, so bad. Please let me. I need to! “

“I know,” she said with a cruel smile. “Now shush. No more speaking.”

I tired to object but my words wouldn’t work again, much to her amusement.

“I own you now, remember? You are my sexy little fuck puppet.”

I had just enough time to realize that it was another trigger, one that I had no memory of. And then the world dissolved and  there was nothing.