"Ah... you didn't tell me we'd be doing so much uphill hiking before even reaching the cable car, Maddie!" Georgia Wright hooked an arm around her girlfriend's, groaning playfully into the brunette's shoulder as her improper footwear crunched against the snow beneath them. 

"And you didn't tell me you were gonna show up in those. I did say to wear boots, dumbass." Maddison snorted, happily supporting her exhausted partner as she found a good excuse to flex her endurance in physically demanding activity yet again. She was not beyond vanity, at least not yet. 

The two trekked, side by side, up the hill blanketed in unrevealing white. It was an innocent journey, leading them directly into danger.

"Hey you two! Been waitin' a while now, you get lost or something?" Standing at the top of the hill, one hand snug in her pocket while the other clutched a can of beer, was none other than Maddie's older sister Ray. Her hair was a mess of chestnut curls to contrast Maddie's straight bangs of matching colour, and her eyes were wanderers. Maddie noticed the way that her sister leered at her girlfriend and instinctively pulled Georgia closer, eliciting a smug grin from the woman over four years her senior. 

"That's on me! Apparently slip-ons aren't ideal for the icy mountain terrain, who knew…" Georgia gave her usual bashful smile, pretty enough to be devoured were they not in public. Maddie was not typically the PDA type, especially while under her family's watchful gaze; it wasn't that she was reserved, she simply did not want to give her sister any more ammunition to tease her with later. They had both grown up from the little girls that once lived under the same roof, but Maddie and Ray were still siblings—better than that, even, they were competitive dykes. Ray had only gotten worse in this regard in recent years, proving Maddie’s assumption that the two would grow closer and mellow out in their twenties utterly naive. A PDA would push Ray too far, but Maddie knew how to make the cute, freckled femme look good on her arm and she simply couldn't help herself. 

"Adorable, Georgie. Want some beer?" Ray laughed. Her eyes trailed down to the slender redhead's Mary Janes and she let her amusement show plainly. Of course she did, the bitch. 

"I-I ah—"

"Gimme that." Slipping free from her long term girlfriend, Maddie approached her sister like a fight was about to break out, swiping the half empty can of beer from the taller butch's hand and proceeding to take a long gulp to settle herself. She hated to admit it, but the chilled booze was more than a little refreshing after the frigid hike they'd just endured. Maddie half crushed the can in her grip as she held a hand flat above her eyes to assess the landscape before them. "Right, the lodge is all the way up there. No more walking though, so don't wor—"

The woman's voice trailed off as she turned to address her girlfriend, because the flush on Georgia's face suddenly gave her pause. Maddie was taken aback, staring at her girlfriend who looked like a fourteen year old girl who'd just been complimented by a high school crush. Worse still, was the fact that the redhead's eyes were not on her.

Why the hell was Georgia blushing like that?

"I think your gal's trying to get your attention, pretty." Ray winked at her sister’s plus one and punched Maddie's bicep with her own toned, tattoo-sleeved arm. "And you, stop gorming out. Finish your damn sentences or people'll think you're space-brained." It was a little impressive how easily Ray seemed to command any scene she became a part of, regardless of the previous dynamics at play. It was just how she was. 

"R-Right, sorry." Georgia spluttered, returning to Maddie's side like she needed a physical reminder of whose girlfriend she was. Despite the gap in age, the dykes certainly made a familial pair. 

Maddie, for her part, was still finding her words. She felt humiliated already and it had only been a couple of minutes—a part of her worried if Ray was going to be this insufferable for the entire vacation. 

"Mess with her too much and I'll spike you with this can, 'kay?" She finally spoke, meeker than she'd meant to. Ray's overbearing confidence was enough to make Maddison snort humourlessly and turn away. An arm snaked around Georgia possessively, insecurity welling up like sewer water from a flooded drain. "C'mon, it's a slow-ass ascent and if we're late for dad's toast he'll sit reading his book all afternoon waiting for an apology."

"Pfft... I think he just turns the pages idly, every now and then. Way he writes those speeches there's no chance in hell the man is book smart." Ray ran a hand through her tousled hair and shared a moment of concurrence with her younger sister, the two speaking of their own father like he's someone they only know in passing—akin to a teacher, or a manager; he wishes he had such authority.

Georgia, for her part, had managed to push down the rosy hue that had spread across her cheeks like a fire. Nerves were much harder to quash, however, and Maddie knew her girlfriend well; she noticed that the red-headed outsider to their family dynamic had quickly learned it was better to remain passive and quiet than risking tripping over her words a second time. It was as though Georgia came pre-baked, her adaptability to Ray’s usual untoward behaviour was impressive.

As the three filed into the timely cable car, Maddison tilted her head with a cheeky smile like she'd just realised something important and exciting. "Oh hey, isn't it almost time for your injection? Am I actually gonna get to see you stick yourself in the ass for once? I'm thinking very puritan thoughts about that, Georgia, I could even do it for you if you'd indulge me. I mean, I wanna help and all." Georgia only had to take her HRT shot once a fortnight, and was always very private about it. Maddie felt bad about this, but a part of her was excited to finally be present, as though it mattered in the slightest. 

The blush returned as though it never left, and Georgia instinctively glanced away—at someone else—before returning her soft round eyes to her partner's. "Well I ah, I don't carry it on my person, so…"

Strange phrasing aside, Maddie couldn't help but laugh at the misunderstanding made. She placed her bag down in the corner and released Georgia from her hold with a little kiss. "Figures it'd be in your case, should be in our room already. Did you think I was expecting to pants yourself in this glass box with my pervy sister present? You're too much sometimes!" 

"I resent that, Mads, I'm a perfectly dignified young lady." Dropping her weight onto the bench opposite her younger sister like she was intentionally trying to rock the suspended metal cage, Ray playfully patted the empty space beside her—which did not remain absent for very long. "C'mere Georgie, you get a much better view from this side and I'm betting you're pretty sick of my tryhard lil sis after spending so much of your time alone with her."

Maddie rolled her eyes, half-considering grabbing her girlfriend again before chiding herself for the childish compulsion that would only lend credence to her asshole sister's teasing words. When Georgia quickly hopped across the gently swaying trolley to sit where she'd been told to, Maddie quickly found herself regretting her restraint. She knew, of course, that it was petty of her to take such an innocuous appeasement as a betrayal from the woman she'd been madly in love with for these past twelve months, but the pit formed in her stomach nonetheless. It's not Georgia that Maddie didn't trust, but her endlessly competitive sister; Ray never let Maddie have her own possessions. 

Georgia was not a possession, but a partner, so out of guilt for her own ugly emotions Maddison decided to say nothing and sit alone on her side of the cable car. This was fine, because she could keep an eye on them both here... Georgia had been acting strange with Ray since the moment they caught up to her, or at least Maddie's dumb complex was whispering as much. She told herself, strictly, to ignore those voices and exhume her usual confidence—and trust—in those she loved. 

Maddie pushed her leg forwards to touch her ankle against Georgia's, and the pretty thing returned the gesture faithfully. They were both just tired after their hike, and Ray was being her usual insufferable self. 

"You seem tired, Georgie. Feel free to take a nap, this thing takes an age to get to the top and I fuckin' swear it gets slower every year. I promise I won't eat you while you kip, ahahaha." Ray's tone was dripping with its usual smugness, and within the next few inhales Georgia found herself lifting up a hand to cover up a deep yawn that confirmed the older sister's suspicion. 

"M-maybe a bit sleepy, yeah... I crash without constant caffeine and the vending machine was all out of canned coffee, ehe…" Georgia was flagging, blinks coming in slower and hair falling over her face that she appeared too relaxed to brush back behind her ear. It was a strange sight to behold, because Maddie did not pick up on the sudden change half as well as Ray appeared to—and here she had thought that sitting opposite would let her observe them more efficiently. What a fucking cope. She wanted to put Georgia's hand in hers and let the delicate rose drift off against her. 

"Then you should just sleep, duh." Ray grinned, never turning to face the girl she spoke to with such firm, deliberate words; her eyes were trained on Maddie's, making the younger dyke feel like an ant under the magnifying glass. Just what was her older sister trying to prove here, other than what Maddie already knew? She couldn't leave Georgia alone with a predator like that. 

Maddie felt a cold chill rolling down her spine, and knew not why. Why was the energy in this small box they were trapped in so strangely tense to her? It felt like there was an inside joke she was not being let in on, taking her back to high school when the little gay girl went through her day brushing off the hiss of whispers. 

"Don't treat her like a kid, okay? Georgia's better at skiing than both of us, used to take actual lessons, with an actual coach, instead of fuck around on slopes every family holiday like us hooligans." Pride swelled in Maddie's chest, like her girlfriend's accomplishments were her own. The experienced skier she was presently boasting about stopped leaning her ankle into Maddie's, her head slowly bobbing. Unfortunately, vanity dictated that Maddie stare down her sister and not pay attention to the thing she used for points. 

Ray always had an answer for everything, antagonising her sister was simply good sport. "Well no shit, I've never touched a pair of skis in my life, bet your talented little girlfriend would wipe out on the board though huh?" The older of the duelling pair threw her arm up slowly as she leaned back into the bench, suddenly dropping the raised limb over the redhead's shoulder and gently pulling her closer. This, predictably, incensed poor Maddison. 

What had not been expected, at least for the indignant Maddie who had the mind to kick her sister for that invasive, overly familiar touch, was for her limbs to tell her no. For the next few seconds, the world no longer made any sense at all to Ray's clueless little sister. In that moment, she felt it too: smaller. 

"I-I uh… what's…" Maddison could not kick. It was worse than her legs having simply fallen asleep, however, because the panicking thing soon realised that she could not move at all. Her body had stopped responding to commands, and she sat paralysed, staring wide-eyed at the scene of Georgia's eyes falling shut like she'd been put under a different spell of the same witch's doing. 

Soft auburn locks spilled over Ray's shoulder as Georgia's cheek pressed upon it in rest, Maddie twitching fruitlessly against the immobilising drug which she had inadvertently taken. Then, the otherwise silent room began to fill with Ray's victorious, smarmy little chuckle. 

"Hrrrk… rrrrayy…" Even Maddie's tongue had fallen asleep; she was ruled by someone else now. It'd all make sense in the next few moments, such terrible mouthfuls of speech she'd have no choice but to gag on. 

"Shush, can't you see your girl's fast asleep? That didn't take long, eh? She must've just been looking for the chance to conk out. Look how cute she is, Mads, just makes you wanna eat her don't it?" Playfully, always playfully, Ray blew into the tuft of hair covering the slumping femme's ear, causing those warm ginger hairs to dance up like a fire. There was something like a fire burning a hole into Maddie's chest at the very same time, but what could she do about it? Nothing. "Say no to strangers, right? Knew you'd have to take a swig of my booze, I think you started even younger than me aha… our junior alcoholic. 'Course, I drugged it… you do remember the company I work for yeah? Ain't easy to steal from them, but I never much cared for easy. There’s some really fun shit being worked on down in the lab, it should really only be used on animals but it is human tested now. Albeit unethically. What's new, eh?" 

If eyes could kill, they'd be forced to identify Ray through her dental records. Maddie was, instead, utterly powerless, forced to listen to her sister explain how she just drugged her and asking herself the terrifying golden question: why?

"It's funny, I can actually see you thinking, questioning, and it really is cute in its own way. Wholly unique to Georgie's brand of cute." Ray teased, accentuating the well placed taunting words with fingers stroking back that orange hair; fiery, like caught curtains. "Adorable, even sweeter when she's softly purring against me… I go feral for freckles just like you, we really are perfect sisters sometimes."

Gears turned in Maddie's head and churned her thoughts into thick dollops of fear and hate. If this was a prank, Ray had taken it too far and then some. She was beginning to think that this was no practical joke, and that Ray had seriously twisted designs on her girlfriend. It made Maddie twitch within the cage of her own dead muscles, breath hitching loudly. It only further amused her older sister, who lifted her heavy duty combat boots to rest in Maddie's lap comfortably—comfortable for Ray, anyway, everything in this moment seemed to exist and function only for her personal catharsis. 

"Dipshits at the lab have no idea what they have their hands on, the true potential. Cutting ‘em out of any future profits 'course. If I can make this stick, and you're my final test, I'll be able to make some real money from this. Maybe I'm awful for making my own little sister into a guinea pig, but you won't be complaining for long and ah... at least you're my pig. I'll take good care." Her smirk was malice, any remorse she should have felt ate away by the chemicals she had tested on herself before any others. 

Maddie's mind was racing in fierce competition with her heart, and she wondered just what her sick older sibling could have been alluding to. Was there more to this drug in her system than a simple lock on motor function? Or had there been more than one in the can? The beer did taste like shit, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. 

"I'm bored of explaining to someone who can't even respond to me right now, I think the paralytic agent will wear off in a short while so long as you remember to keep breathing. For now, then, I'll give you a real show that'll take your breath away, Mads. You just sit and watch, okay? I need you to see this. Better still, I just wanna see the dumb look on your face… I can't help it, you'll understand soon." Ray was erratic, but she had divorced herself from remorse months ago already. Years, even; it had been almost 25 months since she first made contact with the chemical that put her inhibitions through the meat grinder. In the two years since, she prepared the stage for something she hoped would sate those new compulsions more permanently. 

It was then, in that moment, that Maddie's body froze; not from the drug, but a series of chills that told her she was right to have been so paranoid earlier. Ray's hand spread across Georgia's sleeping face as one would grip a football—intrusive yes, but not nearly as invasive as that slick muscle which soon descended upon the young woman's ear. Maddie was transfixed in horror, rage and something far more unspeakable, as she stared almost blankly ahead at the assault she was powerless to get in the way of. Saliva dripped across Georgia's lobe while Ray's wet tongue plunged inside with the most heinous of sounds. Maddie felt her own ears being just as violated, because the downright pornographic squelch produced between her sick older sister's tongue and her sleeping girlfriend's ear made her nauseous. 

When Ray's indulgent tongue finally removed itself from Georgia's ear, with some effort as though it had lodged into the groove like it was tailor-made, Maddie was left unable to turn away from the sight of dripping poison trickling down the apple in her eye. Sure, she could have closed her eyes, but then the noise would only have grown more hauntingly intense—stereo sound impressing an audible wound upon her psyche—and she did resolve to keep an eye on her lecherous sister after all; better still, she'd been commanded to sit and watch. What a great job the youngest was doing, grinding teeth in her mouth and fighting a quiet little war within the confines of her flesh. It was fruitless, and pathetic; she was not permitted victory nor vice while under her sister's grubby thumb. 

"Ahh... I see that got your attention. Your girlfriend's a deep sleeper, ever play with her like this yourself? Bet you did, perv." The irony would have made Maddie laugh, had she been able, and if she could she'd have instead prioritised the urge to scream until her throat gave out or her lungs cut her off. A hand hovered in the air, like a conductor wielding a baton, and the anticipation of Ray's next defiling act had goosebumps surfacing all over Maddie's light bronze arms; big sister’s overture had begun to conclude, and next up on the setlist was the melodious defilement of sweet, slumbering Georgia. "I'll show you what a soft and malleable plaything like this was made for, Mads, you've been using your girlfriend all wrong. As your big sister… I can abide it no longer, it's just sad to see a toy like this so thoroughly wasted."

She is not a toy. Maddie wanted to speak those five words in a defiant tone that told her sister how fucked she was, that the moment Maddie could move her ringed fists would beat on her without the pretence of play-fight they would use in their youth. Of course, Maddie could not speak, she could only sit and watch. Those three words were burning a hole into her like a cigarette stubbed against skin. 

Then that raised hand lowered, and slid itself like Eden's interloper directly under Georgia's shirt. It was much easier than corrupting Eve, because Georgia's body was infinitely giving. A slither of pale skin presented itself as something unthinkable to Maddie in the low light of the cable car, as Ray's hand crept higher and dragged the loose fitting tee up with it. Georgia's complexion was at home against the snowy backdrop, while Maddie and Ray were as sun-kissed strangers making this land their own; at least, it had always felt that way in the years before. Maddie felt that power slip from her fingers a loose rein, Ray gunning her down with a flash of iron in the imagined western duel that her overactive imagination played out. Cinema in her mind, and a show out in the real world—it seemed the height of ingratitude that she was still not entertained. 

"Y-you have no idea how much I've had to hold back around you, Mads, to ensure that when the time came you'd be dumb and trusting enough to sit there like the dunce you are and watch me have my fun." For the briefest of moments, all Maddie wanted to know, once again, was why. It only took a second for her to deduce the futility of such an inquiry even had she the power to make it. It was becoming more and more apparent that Ray wasn't well, that mask of superiority was slipping to show just how erratic she truly was—jittery, like an addict itching for her next hit. Maddie wondered if her sister was on drugs during that imposition of non-consensual silence, before her mind crinkled wryly in remembrance: she was on drugs, herself, having been spiked by her insane older sister. One was just a paralytic agent, sure, but there was a strange buzz tickling across the back of her head that told her she'd ingested something else. Something far more frightening, as the unknown often was. 

It was clear, in that moment—as Maddie stared deep into the abyss before her, that impossible scene of hands roaming her Georgia's body while Ray gauged her little sister's reaction—that Ray was gone; there was no light behind those eyes, only a needy little darkness that pleaded for more. Ray delivered in droves, taking a greedy handful of the softly snoring redhead's leftmost breast and kneading it between her fingers like a true artisan of tit-flesh, a chest connoisseur. Ray's sommelier touch finely complemented her unflinching confidence in the terrible act she eagerly performed. Whatever competition existed in the past between Maddie and Ray was long forgotten by now, in this dreadful postbellum. Maddie hated the superheated quality of her cheeks, like a muzzle after sustained fire, clip now emptied out to render her powerless. She loathed how hot she was, so much so that her neck had begun to drip onto her shirt. It only took a little more sluggish thinking for her to realise she could simply be drooling, mouth too relaxed to close. Oh yes, Maddie's body was as relaxed as her mind was reeling. 

The fire in her body and mind continued to spread, as unattended flames often do, and Maddie watched on with rapt gaze as Ray undressed her girlfriend like a doll. She was as cute as one, Maddie conceded in a burst of dreaming thought, but that was completely beside the point. 

"You look like you're gonna pop a vein, sis. Relax already, okay? Acceptance is an olive branch." Ray snorted, but Maddie did not buy that her sister was fully in control of her own actions anymore; it was, perhaps, easier for her to believe that some invisible chemical was ruining the good woman she thought she knew... but then, what did that mean for her? What did fate have in store for the burning butch, dying within phoenix flames that made her fixate just a little too hard on the scene in front of her? The show was interesting in ways it shouldn't have been, and Maddie wanted so badly to deny the new queries pushing into her mind like hot needles of intrusive curiosity.

Why was she so unbearably hot, all of a sudden?

      Why did Georgia look more adorable than ever with Ray's intrusive hands violating her?

        Why... why were there butterflies in Maddison's stomach as her sister's hand pushed inside her topless girlfriend's skirt?

"Ggghh..." Maddie spluttered, and made a mess of her chin, her brain drenched in confusion. She feigned ignorance towards the fact that her face was not the only part of her made damp in the wake of this new unwelcome high that slowly conquered her. It ate away at inhibition like a pack of ants seeking out sugar, swarming and gnawing and reducing her to base instincts and pleasures. The woman hunched, not registering her own movement, and leaned closer to that trainwreck of a rape scene she couldn't tear her eyes away from—and wouldn't for the world. In that terrible moment, her world was in the palm of Ray's hand, and god did her sister know how to massage it. Better than she did, perhaps, but the ants would see to such insecurity soon enough. It didn't matter what Maddie was and wasn't capable of when compared to what made her feel that deep, oozing giddiness leaking from her cunt and dribbling down her dullard chin. She smiled stupid, finally figuring out what was happening to her and wanting to laugh bitterly at the horror of it. 

Instead, the giggle came out fresh, lilting and young. It was the laugh of placation, and unrestrained approval. Maddison blinked through tears to process her own traitorous behaviour, but then she watched Georgia's skirt tent and forgot the concern in dreamy exhalation. 

Something was happening to her, changing her, but all that Maddison could focus on, drool over, was the sight of Ray's powerful hand wrapped firm around her girl, unveiled by the rough push of fabric past valleys and hills of soft thigh. Georgia's skirt, and panties, rested in a bunched up mess around her knees while Ray handled the sleeping woman's cock like it belonged to her. Shamefully, the thought was beginning to weigh on, and crush Maddie. Ray owning Georgia meant this would happen more often, right? She was disgusted by the electricity that such musings rewarded her. 

"She's already dripping, look. Suppose that's to be expected when I handled her chest rough enough to leave marks." Ray's thumb rolled over the head of Georgia's cock and the slumped creature twitched with the gentlest of coos escaping those pleasantly parted lips. It was at this moment, perhaps belatedly, that Maddie began to wonder about her girlfriend's present state. Ray spoke true when she made reference to Georgia being a heavy sleeper, but this is too much even for her. When Ray suggested to Georgia that she get some rest, it had almost read as a command… it was not the only time Maddie had such a silly thought, but maybe it was more than simple over-protectiveness after all?

"H-heeeyyy… sisssss…" Maddie slurred, head packed full of lead and laughter. "Beer-drug made mmmy headd spinnnyyy…"

Ray laughed, adjusting one of her heavy boots to sit snugly between an overheating Maddie's legs. The toe pressed down firm and the younger sister squeaked like a thing half her age—half as sentient, too. "Look at you, you're a few minutes in and already getting lost in it. It won't be long at all before you're spoiled goods like Georgie here, dressed up in nice clothes to hide just how ruined my product has you."

"Wh… whaaat?" Maddison tried her best to move, to lean forwards and stop this from continuing, but all she could manage was a dumb bobbing of her head and a long spill of airy giggling that she could not recognise the sound of. 

"My little sister, the drug addicted whore." The boot pushed deeper and the inferior dyke groaned, eyes full of pleasure and pleading, tongue hanging out from those softly parted lips. "I suppose you're more a pimp in this moment, huh? Nah, that'd imply you've any real ownership over Georgia and we both know that's not true. A spectator, then. Lucky Maddie." 

Just what in the world was Ray telling her? Maddison's eyes were droopy and unfocused, more foreign giggles escaping like strangers fleeing a capsizing ship. Of course she didn't have ownership over her girlfriend, Georgia was a person, not a thing. 

The sight of Ray manipulating Georgia's cock, which was evidently far more awake than the rest of the pretty girl, was enough to have Maddie blinking through the blur. It got her attention like nothing else, because a part of her still knew how wrong it was; another, developing part of her mind—as traitorous as it was tempting—told Maddison that Ray touching Georgia like this while she was powerless to stop it was, simply put, the hottest thing in the entire world. It was a large world, and nothing had even come close to this, it was making her sweat into her clothes despite the surrounding climate.

When Maddie finally gave into the sweet sensation of physical salvation wrought by benevolent boot-toe, when she shamefully tried her best to push her hips into that generous touch she surely did not earn, her Big Sister Ray made sure to prove her insecurities correct and pulled back just enough to leave her wanting. "Ah, ah. You're a spectator, 'member? You just get to sit and watch." Ray lifted the hand not wrapped firm around Georgia's stiffness and snapped her fingers loudly, the crisp sound causing Maddie to blink rapidly and let out a short, ragged breath. It felt so impossibly loud that her ears began to ring, and her composure became her sister's dirty rag—filthy, defiled and singular in its purpose. Right now, Maddie's purpose was to sit. Maddie's purpose was to watch. Maddie was beginning to enjoy the simplicity of just doing as she was told, because she could not dream of doing anything else.

Maddison was not the only passenger stirred by this commanding finger-snap, however. Blinking just as rapidly, beside the picture of smugness itself, was Georgia. The sight of her girlfriend waking up to this horror show was enough to sober Maddie from her slump some, but not enough to stop her hips lifting into empty air wishing dearly for more simple pleasure. Pleasure was adrenaline, and Maddie was crashing. 

Georgia did not immediately react to the hand slowly stroking her cock—affectionately, like petting an animal—and instead tilted her head like she had been compelled to with powerful magic. Her eyes skipped over her girlfriend's predicament entirely, making poor Maddison feel completely invisible, and instead sought out Ray with the urgency of a child searching for its mother. Maddie sat, and watched Georgia's eyes soften into an unnatural calm when they fell upon Ray's. It was as though she wasn't aware of the jewellery laden fingers pumping her down below, as though she wasn't allowed to focus on that until the spell was lifted, or command given. 

Maddison was beginning to understand that everything happening her was even more disturbed than she had first understood them to be. Her girlfriend was staring up at her sister with an innocence in her eyes that did nothing to hide the sick, feverish need welling up in her body just as badly as it had Maddie's. 

"Turn and look at your girlfriend, Georgie, I think she's feeling a mite neglected. It'll set her mind at ease, probably." Ray's cruelty was foreign, and Maddie feared it. Her older sister always picked on her growing up, their parents always blamed Ray for the way Maddison turned out and so the butches became rivals as much as they were each other's only ally. Maddison thought they had a bond, but all she could think about in this moment was how wet that toe made her, and how small she felt in her sister's giant shadow. Inferiority was a drug in this moment, because it only seemed to fuel those unwanted, depraved thoughts of hers further and further. 

With a quick, pathetically deferential nod, Georgia turned to face Maddison and the younger sister was made to watch—to understand—as those wide, adoring eyes, returned to their usual pretty gaze. It felt mundane now, when compared to the doe-eyed look of a willing slave she had just given her stranger of a sister. "Oh..." The redhead muttered, Maddison watching the cogs in her head begin to turn. So slow, her life surrendered to a daze. "A-are we no longer keeping it a secret, Sir?" Finally, she took note of her exposed cock, leaking onto pillow thigh. 

The question seared itself into Maddie's drugged out mind, burning through the haze and causing her entire being to stiffen into a statuesque representation of an inferior being. Georgia did not look apologetic in the slightest, as she peered into Maddie's ailing smile that housed an inner turmoil you could not begin to untangle. 

"She's ready, Georgie. We've got all vacay to help her understand, to train the doubt out of her head like I did with you. Good thing it'll just be us on the mountain this year, sucks that mom and dad had to cancel due to unexpected sickness." Ray's cutting smile was razor wire wrapped tight around Maddison's brain, bleeding out the sharpness of her self. Wit, clarity and independent deduction… all became victims. 

"That's good, ehe... nngh... have I been good, Sir?" Georgia adjusted herself with a wiggle of hips, pushing eagerly into her Master's hand. The sight was intoxicating to Maddie, whose righteous anger seemed to have gotten lost at the bottom of her beer can. All she could muster was a fascination that, as Ray suggested, began to ruin her completely; from her underwear to her pride, she was becoming a pitiful thing. It felt so fucking good. 

Ray stroked Georgia's hair, her touch as affectionate as it was rough. It was evident to Maddie that her sister was indeed endeared to her girlfriend, but not in the way one would cherish another human. Georgia was Ray's pet, her project, her subject. She was a good girl, because she was yielding good results, and there was nothing more to it. "Yeah, you're the best. Remember the way my gift made you feel at first, when I played those films for you? Imagine how Maddie must be feeling right now, she has a live show. You must be so happy for her. You love her, right?"

Maddison hated the doubt that infested her, that launched a strike on her stomach, when this question escaped her sister's lips. Did Georgia love her? They had been together for a year, and Maddie loved her girlfriend dearly… but the entire time… had she been cheating on her with Ray? Did Georgia love Maddie at all? She should have been focusing on the betrayal, but all she could hope for was that she did. 

"Of course! I love Maddie more than anything!" The sheer enthusiasm, no, desperation, to which Georgia replied had startled Maddison. "Maddison's everything to me… my entire world, I-I've been doing as you told me, Sir, holding back just a little so as to not… scare her away. She's so precious…" For some strange reason, the almost religious tone which Georgia spoke these words with caused them to frighten Maddison more than they comforted her. Just what was this? Maddie's existence was being turned on its head, her world was becoming as insane as she felt. She supposed that was why she felt so calm, because they evened each other out in their present madness. 

"Good girl." The two words from Ray caused Georgia to gasp, her cock twitching against the rough hand that owned it. Georgia loved Maddison, but she only answered to Ray. It was an awfully perplexing narrative. "Remember what I told you? Maddie's secret fetish… it's okay, look how much she's enjoying it already. Don't you want to make your beloved even happier?" 

Georgia glanced over at Maddison again, spying the damp that had managed to kiss upon the denim of her pants, exposed by Ray's commanding boot. "O-oh, right. Yeah… she likes to watch…"

Maddison's eyes shot wide open. Just what bullshit had her heartless older sister fed her abnormally impressionable girlfriend? And yet, the shame she felt was accompanied by a hot meteor of doubt that made extinction event of the former. Old, prideful feelings were burnt away, and Maddie felt freed of the painful thoughts that had been stirring earlier in the ride. Georgia's acceptance was even stronger than Ray's insistence. Together, they were breaking Maddie, power-washing her soul until all she could do was reshape herself into something that fit in this new arrangement of theirs. 

She liked to watch. Did she? Let's find out. 

"Lap." Ray's voice was cold, commanding, her orders not to be questioned. With no hesitation whatsoever, as eager to please her Master as always, Georgia lifted herself up and disappeared into that world of Ray. The older sister spread her legs to accommodate the pretty new accessory, enjoying the new weight. A hand decorated with nickel stripped of gold paint, and fingers with cracking black polish, snaked around to seize the femme's breast and sink into it like play putty. Her other hand continued to stroke the seated girl, teasing and slow. As slow as their ascent up the mountain. 

"Mmgh…" Georgia's little moans were so cute to Maddison, who cursed her loins for how thrilled they were by such a noise. She hated this, or she wanted to; in truth, Maddison hated that she was more curious than she was dismayed, watching with rapt attention nothing on this earth could pry her away from. 

"You're starting to feel it, yeah?" Ray addressed Maddie while she toyed with the plaything in her lap, nibbling Georgia's earlobe to make the subordinate thing mewl. "The way my product is rewiring your brain to actually fucking enjoy this, I mean. It's okay, Maddie, we've all been through it. I've been keeping a secret for quite some time now… aha, it's why we don't see each other very often. That'll change now, don't you worry."

Maddison's mental faculties would have been sounding off sirens had she any to blare. Still, she gritted her teeth and wrestled for what little control she could carve back. There was so little purchase in her own head, but she managed to prop her elbows up onto the backrest and lean back, staring at Ray with terror on her dark crimson face. "Ray… I-I… what's… ehe… what's happening to meeee? What'd you dooo… to Georgia… huh?"

"I tested it on myself first, idiot. I… well shit, it ain't a flattering story. Saw how this drug we were developing made the lab rats—actual ones at this stage—flood with pleasure. I mean, way stronger than amphetamines and such, I dunno how but it lets us make endorphins like they're fucking wholesale, and release them under… specific conditions." Ray's grin was almost bashful, her fingers pinching and pulling at her prey's nipple to regain some semblance of control. 

"What… con…ditions?" The drug had certainly been changing something, Maddie conceded.

"Well I… after I swiped some on a particularly shitty night that booze just wouldn't cut it for, I got into a fight with you… over the phone if you recall?" The older sister gave a nostalgic grin, and Maddie had to search back to remember; it was almost two years ago that they last fought, and it was an ugly one at that—Ray just seemed unable to stop pushing. "Yeah, you know the one. I was being a cunt and I knew it… but god it started to feel so good to talk down to you, Maddie. It was all I could think about, all night, so I kept going and going hoping you'd cut me off… but hell, I know how to push your buttons all too well. By the end of the night, the imprinting had taken firm hold of me. I've had to bide my time for so fucking long, you little shit… it'll be so worth it though."

Maddie felt a chill crawling down her spine, fingers clenching into her thighs. "Im…prinnnt?" 

"Yeah, dipshit. It's how the product works, meant to train work animals for performing single tasks apparently. Ehe… fuck if I knew what I was spiking myself with. The imprint during the high doesn't go away when it ends… I was arguing over the phone with you that night and it felt electric. Being a shithead to you, making you feel small and worthless… it was… it was rewarding. I was being flooded with pleasure for putting you in your fucking place, unreasonable as I was, and it consumed me. So I made Georgia here."

The air in the room shifted, Ray's innocuously spoken sentence at the end of her monologue causing Maddie to choke on her own built-up saliva. "Y-you… what?" Maddie's gaze fell upon Georgia's, hooded eyes returning the stare and lips curling affectionately. Even while so exposed, letting Ray touch her like a lover, Georgia only had eyes for Maddie. 

"I made your girlfriend, Maddie, you should be thanking me. Shithead co-worker of mine caught me while I was lifting more product, but this guy was a total fucking pushover. Shy type, you know? Convinced him to try the stuff and… god, you become so malleable while the initial high takes you, huh?" To accentuate her point, Ray shoved her boot's heel against Maddison's cunt and the younger sister groaned, unable to do anything meaningful to stop the grinding. It ended before she could get herself off, of course, Maddie's head swimming in shark infested waters. "Got him back to my place and had a movie night. Home movies, you know? Everything of you I had, and then some camera roll and social media posting to cap it off. Imprinted hard, I think he fell in love with you then and there."

Maddie felt nauseous, staring at Georgia with wide pools of brown. Everything was beginning to make sense now, and that was somehow far more concerning than the indecipherable mess she had encountered before. "You… m-made Georgia?""

Ray chuckled, gripping her property's chin and pulling the eager thing into a kiss that Maddie could only glance the side of. Their exchange of spit was loud enough to pierce the ringing in Maddison's ears, and rouse her body into a thumping excitement she was beginning to accept the reality of. When Ray released Georgia from the teasing, possessive kiss, the simple redhead turned her head to seek out Maddie's approval. She smiled when she saw just how turned on Maddison appeared to be. Just like Ray had told her she would be. 

"She was distraught when I told her you were a dirty dyke through and through, ahaha, wept like a fucking baby. Getting her to start taking shots was as easy as pushing a rock at the top of a hill and watching it roll to the bottom. Even while she was dating you, she came to me for her shots, utterly co-dependent on her beloved's reliable big sister. So fucked with need to be perfect for you, Maddison, that she let me become her Master." 

Georgia was not fully gone, she had the capacity to listen. With a calm, nervous smile, Maddison's lover nodded thoughtfully in concurrence with her Master's words. "Sir promised me everything would turn out okay… that we'd be happy forever, and everything she tells me is true. So… ahh… I'm so glad I no longer have to keep secrets from you, Maddie! Truly…" The overflowing love in Georgia's eyes, her bright and beaming smile, was confusing Maddie's sense of reason; she had just watched her shithead older sister claim her lover's tongue like it belonged to her, heard how Georgia reacted to the greedy muscle invading her, and still she felt… excited. Unbearably so, old and unwanted sentiments dying as phantom fingers pushed apart the silly folds of her brain and remade her into something that could enjoy the view. 

"Do you get it yet, sister?" Ray spat, and Maddie finally began to notice just how flushed it made her older sister every time the woman would chastise her. "You've heard about our respective imprints, this is yours. I'm making it so that the thing you obsess over most, for the rest of your wretched life, is watching me violate your girl. My hands on her hit your cunt like a bullet, much sweeter than your own filthy touch ever could. She won't be yours to fuck, because that just won't do it for you half as well as handing her over to me and drooling over your big sister showing you how it's done. Again, and again, and again, until you're literally incapable of being anything but a fangirl."

Maddison blushed. It was all that she could do. All she wanted was to lose to this, become the pathetic spectator Ray was describing… but her sister was not yet satisfied.

“Do you want her back, Mads? I mean, look at that perverse little grin on your face, I know you don’t. Not really. But a part of you still wants to pretend you’re more than this, yeah? Tell me you’re not some limp-dicked pussy who’d let your nasty older sister take what’s yours. Gimme some fight like the old days, when we were more than this. Indulge big sis, demand your girlfriend back or… you’re finished.”

How cruel it was, for the woman who goaded Maddie into that horrible bliss to now coax her out of it just as harshly. Why would she bully her little sister so? Maddison tried not to giggle at the stupid, childish thought that assaulted her head like a closed fist, and did her best to answer with some hastily scrounged dignity. “I uhmmm… yeah, dick… give her back. Sh-she’s… my… girlfriend? She’s my girlfriend… okay?”

Ray snorted cruelly at the disappointing show of defiance, stroking Georgia’s cock indifferently as the twitching redhead flitted her gaze between them both like a child unable to understand the argument their parents are having. Maddie found it incredibly adorable, and tried to remember the fury she should have felt at the sight of that hand strangling her lover’s sex.

“Seems that was too hard for you, sister. What the fuck is wrong with you, staring at my hand around your Georgie’s dick while drooling all over yourself like a loser… I get you’re on drugs, but I swear that my pet here didn’t look like half the braindead cunt that you do, it’s annoying. Apologise, Maddie, for acting the lobotomite while I’m attempting to educate you on your place. Ugh…” Ray wore the devil on her face, those sharply curling lips cutting into her little sister’s self-esteem with surgical precision; she knew all of Maddison’s deepest insecurities and wants, exploiting them without a moment’s hesitation. After all, she’d been planning this for a very long time.

“I…” Maddie choked, feeling her vision blurring as a weight began to push into the back of her head. Being talked down to so firmly, having her intelligence brought into question, her worth as company… it shrunk her further. For once, there was a giddy edge to being that small, like she no longer had to concern herself with the Herculean task of demanding anything of anyone. “I’m sorrrry Ray… I… fuck… fucking drugs… why amm I apolochise… a-ap…”

“Fucking hell, Mads, you can’t even say you’re sorry without stammering like a schoolgirl. Maybe that’s all you’ll ever really be, trapped in your teenage years, lost and confused and resentful towards all the girls who didn’t wanna fuck you. Still just a virgin, fucking her hand against creased cheerleaders on your wall.” Big Sister pressed the outsole of her boot flat against her victim’s solar plexus and Maddison felt herself breaking against the weight that could only seem so right for her. It was comforting her, as much as it was hurting her.

“I’m… nnnnot a virginnn!”

Bad play. Ray pushed hard enough for the breath to expel from Maddie’s body, the previously indignant girl suddenly unable to focus anything save for her own spasming diaphragm. “Don’t be difficult with me now, cunt, you should always believe what your Big Sister tells you. I’m the oldest, yeah? So I’m in charge. Just like the old days.” A drop of spit hanging from Maddie’s chin collapsed against the toe of Ray’s leather boot, and the older sister’s eyes bulged with satisfaction at just how thoroughly she was destroying the other’s status as a functional person forever. It rewarded her nicely, the sight, with a flood of endorphins that urged her to continue her script.

“Okay, little miss virgin. If you’re too fucking weak to demand your girl back, which already tells me you don’t deserve her, the least you could do is ask. Nicely.” The cable car moved slow in its ascent, only around 75% through its journey even after all this time. Ray could indulge a little longer, as she was wont to do at this stage of her cathartic experiment.

Maddie pouted like a girl half her age, the drug having started to sand down her rough edges and turn her hopelessly naive. She always thought her girlfriend was a bit of an airhead, hell, she found it endlessly charming… now she knew the truth, she wasn’t sure whether to giggle or spit. So she did both. “Fffuck… in my heeeaaad… okayyy… Ray, for the… ehehe… for the love of god just. Can I have her back? Pleeeaaase?”

When Maddie attempted to lean forwards, unfocused eyes lost between her girlfriend and her new teacher, the strict instructor pressed her back against the seat with that impossible weight against her chest. Maddie felt that she could be crushed so easily in that moment, and her cunt throbbed shamefully.

“You’re so bad at this, suppose you never did have much of a spine. Truly sad to watch how little of a case you seem to be able to make. It’s almost like you want me to take her, make her mine. Make you watch.”

“N-no, I…”

“Beg.”

There was a brief moment of hanging silence following Ray’s stern interjection. All that could be heard was the strained whimpers of Georgia Wright, pushing her hips needily into her Master’s neglectful touch, and the faint whisper of Maddison’s ego. Dying.

“Ray… what…” Maddie muttered, directionless, needing to have her orders reiterated for her just so that she could be sure she heard them correctly.

“You heard me, don’t be slow for the sake of it… ain’t cute or charming, sis. I’m asking you to beg for your girlfriend, if you really want her back. She’s my property, mind, has been since before she ever even met you. Ungrateful shit, if you still think that gives you any right to lay claim on my stuff, then the least you can do is grovel. Am I clear? Beg, slut, or I’ll push down so hard the corners of your vision start to dot black.” The amount to which Ray was enjoying herself was frightening, even to herself, and she consistently appeared the junkie riding out her high while doing all she could to keep it going for as long as possible. It would be forever, if she played her cards right, and that single thought took a sledgehammer to her previously tenuous morals entirely.

Something broke in Maddison’s heart when she considered how little she wanted to beg, not because of the absurdity of being lowered to such an act in the first place, but because she was no longer sure what she even wanted. Did what she wanted even matter? All she could think about was the fact that Georgia never quite groaned so cutely for her, that she sounded that much more adorable when in her older sister’s hands. “Ray… I… I’ll do anything, pleeeaaaase… please stop this from… from making me more… I dunno…”

“Stupid and pathetic?” Ray saw no reason to mince words, these two felt most fitting.

“Yeeeaaah… god, I just… anything… anything to make it ssstop! You proved your point… ehe…” Maddie’s begging was half-hearted at best, she just felt so out of it. Her eyes were watering, not in desperation to reclaim her Georgia, but with humiliation and worry over the fact that Ray could actually consider her plea. She did not want to be heard out, because she suddenly felt that she would not know what to do with Georgia if she had the pretty femme all to herself; Maddison really was a virgin again, and having her cherry popped seemed so much less appealing this second time around.

“And what point was that?” Big Sister’s words were so blunt, like a hammer blow against Maddie’s fragile self—barely held together at all, with more cracks than she had belts—and so all the younger sister could do was whine. She was meek and deferent against the boot and voice that told her how things were, and the sight of nickel rings glinting in the blurred corner of her vision as Ray finally picked up the pace on the lucky fucktoy’s handjob.

Maddison knew that she had to tell the truth. She was not a beggar, she was accomplice. “I… don’t want to beg…” Her heart felt calm as the confession stilled her, helped click that new horrid world view into place and make her smile set. “I… don’t want her back. I-I mean… she’s my girlfriend…”

“And mine to fuck. Like a sex doll. While you watch and get off to the fact I handle her properly. As one would fuck a toy, that is.” Ray’s smile bared teeth; she looked like a wolf. This would conquer Maddie for life, and send Ray straight through Heaven’s gates.

Again, Maddie choked, giving Georgia a guilty look that was only met with eager approval at the depraved contract. They were all mad, mental pathways rewired by chemicals made for beasts of burden.

“I… that’s…”

Rolling her eyes, Ray grabbed Georgia by her soft cheek and pulled the obedient creature into a rough, overpowering kiss. More than anything, it was a deliberately noisy melding of mouths, one that made Maddie squirm with need and blush like the incessant virgin she’d been recast as. It made her so unbearably hot between the thighs to hear just how much Georgia enjoyed Ray’s unkind affections, and when the redhead flicked her eyes over to Maddie’s rapt stare only to see her love just as obsessed with the show as Ray had said she’d be—both Georgia and Maddie knew.

This was just how they made love to each other now.

Maddison began to fade into her high. Maddie relaxed into the seat. And Maddy watched with a vigorous pumping of song and sunshine in her heart, that made her feel oh so happy and special to be in the presence of those most important to her.

“Mmgh… fuck, someone looks happy now. Wanna share with the class, junior?” Ray was still half-eating Georgia’s gorgeous face, her strong hand teasing the poor femme’s drooling cock while she reached into her bag with the nonchalance of a king sitting upon his throne.

The flush on Maddy’s cheeks was certainly unnatural, but she no longer cared; the drug and treatment had infiltrated her so deeply that she loved nothing more than to sit and watch. It only hurt when the tongues of ghosts in her ear—translucent and cold— told her to wake up. “I-I-I ah…” The stammering made her cheeks even redder, those straight chestnut bangs framing a picture of bashful excitement you could hang on your wall it was so perfect. “I… gosh… I-I don’t need to beg, anymore… y-you can keep her, Ray—”

“Big Sis.”

“Ah…” Maddy swallowed, laughing nervously as she continued to sweat. She had become addicted to her own humiliation, and that went beyond mere cuckoldry. “You can… keep Georgia, Big Sis…”

“That’s a good little brat, though you forget that she’s already fucking mine. I guess it tracks for the youngest to play pretend, like she ever had anything of her own to bargain with. Ain’t I nice for indulging you? Here, I’m gonna train you up a little but really you should keep your hands occupied while I do… I can see you itching to get yourself off and I really can’t abide you doing that in front of my Georgie. In your own time, pervert. Maybe I’ll let you do the laundry, eh?” As her latest laugh rang through the car, ugly and intoxicating in its ring, Ray retrieved an unassuming black tin from her bag and threw it into Maddy’s lap impatiently.

All Maddy could think about, as she stared dumbly at the cylinder resting in her thighs, was ‘laundry’. She mouthed the word with a pained giggle, her body seizing up with anticipatory pleasure at the very notion.

“Boot polish, a whiff of that should wake you up a little.” Ray spoke with the tone of a leader addressing a subordinate, all the while Georgia was nipping at the superior butch’s jaw like a drunkard. It was so hot—at least, Maddy thought so.

Eager to earn herself enough points to be honoured with the task of laundry, Maddy flexed her fingers a few times before sluggishly reaching over to pry open the tin of boot polish and breathe deep that overpowering scent. Ray wasn’t wrong—she never was—and the strong whiff certainly made a good effort to wake Maddy up from her shameful dream of doting. Still, she was too content in her free-fall, and her eyes simply fluttered back into their dull stupor shortly after.

“You know how to use that, Georgia tells me you do upkeep on your own. Sad dyke face.” Ray smirked, an artillery fire expression that obliterated Maddy’s self-respect again and again. “I have her come and black mine, have done for almost two years. She’s gotten very good at it, haven’t you pet?” Ray finally returned one of those desperate kisses, Georgia pleading for attention with just her lips and moans she tried her best to keep a lid on. The girl nodded, pride swelling in her roughly groped chest. “Let’s see how your girlfriend compares.”

Maddy found herself transfixed by the sight, losing years at it. She suddenly felt herself return to the time, the age, in which older relatives could not be questioned once they put their foot down. It was nostalgic, in a sense, even if Maddie had always been a rebel. Maddy wasn’t.

Letting the strong scent of polish travel up her nostrils and make her somehow giddier, as though she imprinted new meaning onto this too, Maddy looked around for a brush and noticed one peeking out of the bag Ray had taken the polish from. Oh, that wasn’t Ray’s bag at all—it was Georgia’s. That made sense.

“No, not for you. That’s for my good little bootblack, not my disappointing little sister. Use your shirt.”

Ray commanded, and Maddy obeyed. How could she not, when the reward was so great? A rush of shameful pleasure, simplifying her needs and wants to something easy to remember. Grabbing the corner of her flannel overshirt and pressing it against the midnight black sitting in the tin, Maddy ruined one of her favourite shirts—a birthday gift from Georgia—without a moment’s hesitation, making sure to lather it up nicely before pressing the corner of fabric against the toe of her Sister’s boot.

“Small circles, no rushing. We’ve got some new truths to cover before we reach the top.” The sound of Ray’s voice was holy, at least, it was when the woman also had her hands all over Georgia.

Maddy nodded and got to work dutifully, breathing deep the strangely placating scent of polish that seemed to clean her mind just as well as it did the leather. Small, circular motions, lowering the proffered footwear into her lap and letting her eyes trace the movement of her cloth hypnotically. It really was doing something to her mind, but she was too far gone to care. It felt good to lose.

While Maddy got to work with her administered task, Ray began to prepare Georgia’s shot; her script really was immaculate, like she had timed out every resistance and inevitable loss to a T. “Now, this is gonna be a simple call and response. Even a drugged out dipshit like you can follow along with something this simple. I’ll say a truth, and then prompt you to agree. All you have to do is play along, and I’ll keep touching your girl in just the ways I know you like. Got it, sis?”

Ray’s voice really did sound divine to her now, and not in the comforting way; Maddy was god-fearing. She nodded, placidly, licking her lips between short, timid breaths as she continued to entrance herself with circular motions against that glossy black leather she was unveiling. “Yes, Sister…” She muttered, idly, absent to all but her task and Ray’s powerful instruction. Well, that and Georgia… she could never quite remove her adorable girlfriend from her peripheral.

“Good girl, finally acting like a little sister should. Little cuck sister at that, getting off to this more than I bet I am… fuck.” The older butch ran a hand through her hair, grinning. Always grinning—the look had been plastered on by chemical assurance. “Let’s begin then. I deserve your girlfriend, Georgia, more than you do. It’s my right to keep her, better for both of you this way. You agree.”

“I… agree.” Maddy bit her lip hard, desperate to see her own pathetic face in the sheen of Ray’s polished boots to prove she had it in her to do something, anything, without fucking up and disappointing her betters. It was so hard not to peek when she heard the shuffling, Georgia lifted some to give Ray access to the soft flesh where she meant to stick her with the needle.

“See? Not so hard, keep it up and I might actually find you worth keeping around. Next truth. Little sisters should always defer to their Big Sister, and do as they are told. No matter how unreasonable my requests may seem, ‘kay? You’re not smart enough to know what’s best for you, so questioning me is just… embarrassing. You agree.”

“I agree…” The little sister squirmed, feeling the heel of the boot she was servicing rest against her slick cunt and panting into the air like the slut she was labelled as. Attempting subtlety, and failing more than she had the current awareness to know, Maddy began to grind against that boot-heel desperately as she continued to polish Ray’s chunky combat boot. Ray could only laugh, slight disgust in her voice that mixed nicely with her own burning arousal. Debasing Maddy was her favourite pastime, after all, and watching the girl humiliate herself so unwittingly turned the older sister on like nothing else.

“You’re not cut out for the whole butch dyke thing, you’re just a girl’s girl, playing pretend because she idolises her Big Butch Sister. Truth is, you’re as femme as they come, cute name like yours… my little fangirl cosplaying as her cool sis… always icked me out if I’m honest. You need to embrace your pretty, girly side more, okay? You agree.”

Maddy swallowed, her heart pounding irregularly in her chest as those ghosts of tongues in her ears screamed for her to wake from that comatose state her rationality had been placed into. It only took the pressing of Ray’s heel against her throbbing, hungry slit—even through layers of denim and cotton—to set her straight. Of course she was… just playing pretend, as always.

“I-I agree…”

“Knew you’d see the light, sis.” There was a pause in Ray’s teasing monologue, in which the sharp gasp of Georgia could be heard filling the cable car. She had a fear of needles, Georgia, and Ray had a knack for turning those into thrills. Maddy was starting to learn this herself. “Almost at the top now, here.” Ray lifted her boot from Maddy’s crotch and paid no attention to humiliating damp spot on her little sister’s jeans. Maddy felt so empty without the weight, like she could have floated off into the air like vapour. Dissipation for the disappointment. When Big Sister’s other boot dropped itself down, roughly, onto that waiting lap, Maddy was not able to hold back her squeak; the sound held within it equal parts pain and pleasure.

“Th-thank you… Big Sis.” The words felt naughty on Maddy’s lips, and she grinned excitedly at the sensation. When her eyes flicked up to check on Georgia, to peek at her shot being done, Ray clicked her tongue and reminded the runt of her place. The dizziness in her head from the beer-drug went away with the counter-circles she rubbed into her sister’s boot. Maddy sniffed the air and could not quite tell which scent demanded her attention most: the polish, the leather, or the musk of Georgia’s cock leaking all pretty-like over Ray’s coarse hand. ‘Drip, drop Georgia’ was mess of mewling and knew better than to stammer out any foolish sentences of her own, instead smiling as she watched the calm understanding spread over her lover’s face. Maddy’s lip was bleeding.

“By the time this little retreat of ours is over, the three of us will be a sort of family. We’ll all know our place, our roles in the dynamic, so damn well you’d think they’d been beaten into us. Maybe they will be, hell I really wanna see what kinda marks my new belt would make across your back mads so give me any excuse to whip you straight and I’ll take it. I… ahaha, I can see you’re not liable to give me any trouble though, shame. Disappointing to the fucking end, so weak to my product and my presence and your own perverted desires that you won’t even give me a reason to maim you.”

Maddy flinched when Big Sister mimed a lashing, and giggled erratically shortly after; anybody would think the boot polish had lobotomised her, because she was repeatedly having to uncross her eyes. When she spoke, the words made Ray’s own libido stir like a waking dragon, exhaling fire from her nostrils the heat was so intense.

“You… can hit me anytime, Big Sis. Just… let me watch when you… ehe… ehehe… shit, you fucked my head up real good…”

Ray pulled her heel away from her sister’s cunt and spoke to her sibling like a mother scolding her child. “Not how pretty girls talk, doll. Tone down the dyke or I’ll lock the door tonight.” The threat was almost genuine, Maddy could tell from the way her Big Sister’s lip curled down. It broke her heart to be what she was, a disappointment, so she was constantly in need of attention to mend her.

“Ah… I-I uhm… fuck… I mean! I mean… gosh. What do I say? I dunno how to…” Maddy was begging her better to teach her how to soften herself into the woman’s femme trophy, getting off on it, even. If there was one single way in which the two were still equals, it was with regards to how fucked the product made their view of the world. Ray’s hand on Georgia was Maddy’s world. Maddy’s tortured, yet pleasured stare was Ray’s. Georgia’s world was perhaps the most malleable, she had been wrapped around her master’s finger in such a tight wind that she could’ve been convinced of any new truth provided she was assured that Maddy fit into it somehow. They were, the three of them, sinfully tethered.

“Speak like Georgia. She’s your role model now, maybe you’ll even grow jealous of the way I touch her.”

“But… you’re my sister.” The words felt so juvenile on Maddy’s tongue, and Ray’s snarling grin confirmed her suspicions. “A-and… I’m your fangirl, ehe… your hands look so…”

“Rough? Christ, you’re as depraved as she is. No wonder the both of you need someone strong around to steer you. Yeah, they’re a little calloused but my touch is soft where it counts. Not as soft as you though, sister, dressed like some little punk while showing me what you truly are. Devotee.” Ray’s heel pushed down, and Maddy fucked it without pretence. Her lips were loose and giggly, the sounds she made so ruinously girlish. With dutiful devotee fingers she applied the coat, small circles that burrowed into her head along with the strong scent of polish. Maddy’s nostrils wouldn’t stop flaring, she’d imprinted upon herself an addiction to the whiff of service.

“Are they better than mine, Georgia? Ray’s hands…” Maddy lifted her head and Ray permitted it this time, allowing her girls to strengthen their understanding of the new order.

Still shifted on to her side after taking her shot, Georgia met Maddy’s soft, round eyes with her own worshipful gaze. Ray’s hand stroked over the redhead’s thighs and grabbed handful of her ass, where the needle prick had kissed her. The sensitive little whine Georgia gave was enough to trick Maddy before any answer could be uttered. Still, Georgia spoke—voice doused in love and understanding.

“Sir’s hands… feel so good, yes… but! The way you react to seeing them on me is more special than anything, really… I love the way you watch.” The femme was blushing, and Maddy mirrored it obediently; Georgia was her standard to meet, after all.

I love the way you watch. The words played on Maddy’s lips silently, her mouth mimicking her lover’s. I love the way you watch. It impressed upon her the ring of last orders, a sound she’d heard all too many times in her life. She briefly, weakly, reminded herself that she wasn’t always like this, that until setting foot in this slow ascent towards the peak, she was not one to agree with such preposterous words. Now, they seemed profound. Maddy was enlightened. I love the way you watch. You agree. I agree. Curtains.

Maddy blinked. Her eyes were deep black pools of love and understanding, reflecting Georgia’s hopeful gaze perfectly. Irises are as unique as fingerprints, those rings of colour in everyone’s eyes holding something entirely different to those who came before, and those who come after. There was barely any iris left between Maddy and Georgia, their eyes echoed mostly nothing. They were growing into pupils, and Ray was their master.

“You’re so cute.” The brunette spoke calmly, mental pathways permanently rewired into new, better positions. Endorphins poisoned her mind, rewarded her for the traitorous submission, and all she could do was blush.

Georgia laughed nervously, before tilting her head up subtly—not so subtly, in truth—to check for Ray’s approval.

“You agree.” Fingers spread through Georgia’s hair, prying deeper still.

“I agree!”

Maddy stood before the wardrobe mirror of her room in the private lodge. It was a single bedroom, but the bed was plenty large. An excited grin crept onto her face when she thought about how badly she wished to visit Ray and Georgia’s room already, but she knew it was not appropriate to do so until the three of them had at least finished unpacking. Maddy had been given an allotted time, and knew she had to abide by her Big Sister’s rules lest she find the door locked next time she tried it.

At least Georgia was in safe, strong hands, thought the developing femme, twirling a finger through her straight brown hair and assessing her reflection with some scrutiny. She had undressed, peeled out of indecently sticky clothing and thrown it right into her suitcase with the rest of the embarrassing outfits she had packed for the trip. Maddy’s eyes trailed to the bed behind her, through the mirror, and softened at the comforting sight of baby pink that sat there pleasantly; Georgia had lent her girlfriend some more appropriate clothing, ones that would finally let Maddy express her truth. She hadn’t worn a dress since childhood, so the excitement she showed the mirror was fittingly innocent.

A few hours passed before Maddy felt confident enough to leave her room, having done her best to follow a make-up tutorial on her phone in an attempt to impress her Big Sister—whom she always seemed to disappoint—and finding herself embarrassed at how difficult she found it to pretty herself well into her twenties. Maybe Ray, her master, would let Maddy borrow Georgia, her role model, in order to teach her more beauty techniques.

Maddy cooed at the mountaintop breeze nipping across the tops of her feet; Georgia’s slip-ons felt so much more freeing than the worn boots she’d usually lug around in. Her body froze, and shrunk, the moment she heard what she had been listening out for: her girlfriend’s lilting giggle, pretty as the day she first heard it.

Actually, no… it sounded different through the wall. The muffled giggle made Maddy’s altered brain swim with horrible creativity. Were Big Sister’s rough hands around her girlfriend’s hips? Was a thumb dancing over Georgia’s lips, playfully making its way to claim her tongue? Was Ray’s superior touch pulling at Georgia’s beautiful auburn locks until the femme fell into her lap on the bed, helpless to fight away the nipping kisses set to bruise her perfect neck?

Squirming by the door, electrified with a growing need to sit and watch, Maddy pulled up the flowing pink of her new pretty dress and sighed at the sensation of cold air kissing against her thighs; it did little to mitigate the dreadful fucking heat, the rush of pleasure, that jolted between them. Maddy was so turned on and yet, she felt too nervous to simply knock. This was to be her and Georgia’s room, of course, but the notion felt so preposterous to her in this new sentience she had been bred into by the grinding of her sister’s heel and the firm instruction of her powerful voice.

Then, the alarm went off on Maddy’s phone. She had set it to the time Ray told her she could pay visit, but the excitable thing had grown antsy and headed out earlier. The buzzing shocked her into stillness, then the sound of heavy footfalls grounded her. Oh, Ray was coming… Ray would make it all alright, even should she have to punish Maddy some. The humiliation was a mutual gain, at least, the pleasure centres in their brain seemed to suggest as much after their respective imprinting periods.

As the door handle turned, Maddy’s heart skipped a beat. Instead of Ray—Big Sister—answering the door, as Maddy had anticipated, she was met with Georgia’s angelic smile. Georgia appeared tired, but she wore it well, dressed up in pearly white babydoll lingerie that showed off her soft, freckled body within its wispy curtains. Maddy had never seen this negligee before, and her first instinct was to peer over her girlfriend’s shoulder—at Ray—to make sure she was allowed to see it. Ray’s grin was all teeth, the older woman sitting on the edge of her bed in just a vest and denim jeans, leather belt wrapped tight around her knuckles and trailing over thigh. The belt creaked nicely in the woman’s grip as her eyes locked with her inferior little sister’s.

It was only then that Maddy took a closer look at her Georgia; the weary flush that sat on the girl’s cheeks, the way her pretty hair peaked up unusually, and of course, the crime scene lower down. It suddenly made too much sense that Georgia was able to get to the door so quickly, because Maddy was sure from the state of her girlfriend’s bare buttocks and the backs of her thighs that the girl was unable to sit.

“How’s my little boot-rag doing this evening, eh? Sorry about your shirt, didn’t know it was a gift.” There was no hint of apology in Ray’s smug tone, the older sister watching how Maddy struggled, and ultimately failed, to lift her gaze from Georgia’s welted skin.

“Uhm…” It wasn’t just the swollen lash-marks that made Maddy swallow the words in her throat, eyes bulging with brand new emotion she had yet to put a name to, but the candy red bruising—complete with fresh bite from the metal buckle—colouring in the pale skin vibrantly.

“My eyes are up here, cunt. I said sorry about your shirt, but you made such a fine rag. Right now, you’re almost pretty. Keep it up.” With a snapping of the leather in her hands, Ray demanded her sister’s attention and Maddy finally gave it, mind still on marred skin and saccharine sweetness.

Maddy cleared her throat timidly, and titled her head amicably. She was learning, from her memories of Georgia, how to behave herself properly around their respective Owner. “It’s okay… I-I don’t think flannel tops like that really suit me anyway… right?” Even as she tried her best to appease her unreasonable Big Sister, Maddy could not hide her fluster. Just what had Ray been doing with her girlfriend? Maddy wasn’t sure if she was feeling so hot around the collar out of lingering protectiveness or if she was simply frustrated that she wasn’t invited to watch.

“C’mere, lap.”

Big Sister’s lap. Maddy was a kid again, the loser she’d always been, staring at Ray the same way she would when begging her daddy for a piggy-back ride. Ray’s lap symbolised absolute comfort and safety, something a flustered Maddy was too worked up to deny in that moment and the many that would follow. With her nerves eating away at her, picking up from where the beer-drug left off, Maddy nodded imperceptibly and cut across the room to land herself softly in her Owner’s lap. The catharsis in this submission was all consuming, and Maddy felt subspace swallow her whole as she sunk deeper into those thick arms wrapping around her silken tummy—where the butterflies flew.

“Look at her, I know you like doing that. More than anything, yeah?” Ray’s voice lowered to a husky whisper, her beer-soaked breath falling hot against Maddy’s ear and making the sweet thing feel ticklish. Maddy nodded bashfully, her lower lip tucked behind her teeth. She felt too meek to talk, but knew she would have to if Ray demanded it. “You’re worried about her ass, I can tell. I always know what you’re thinking, dummy.” Ray’s ringed fingers messed up Maddy’s hair, the younger of the two disappearing against the touch and re-emerging even more docile than before. The deduction had been so simple, of course Maddy was worried about such a sight, but in this state she couldn’t help but see her wise older sister as a bona fide mind reader. Ray was amazing, taller than the very mountain they were sitting on.

“Yeah… looks painful.”

“And if I told you she likes that? Or, well, I made her like it. Point is, if she likes it then it’s okay. My word is final. You agree.” Those two words lodged themselves firmly into Maddy’s brain during the ascent, and now that she was in free-fall they became a sort of parachute. Stop thinking and just agree, it’s so simple even a disappointing fuckwit like Maddy could do it!

“I agree.” She smiled, heart stilled, resting back into the other’s chest and letting the stink of alcohol and cologne spell an end to her rebellious behaviour.

“You like it too, you know? My hands on her, be it soft or… rough. Keep being this well behaved for your Big Sis and you’ll keep getting to watch. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Madeline?” The name came out of nowhere, a matter of whim, transforming the old and mundane into something pretty and new. Maddy’s Metamorphosis.

“I agree.” The words spilled pretty from soft pink lips, along with a line of drool that discoloured the chest of her cute pink dress. Her eyes were on Georgia, who returned the look affectionately, beaming her own dull smile. “Madeline…”

“When you’re good. If you act up, you’re just my runtish little sister Maddy, a problem child I’ve got to apply pressure to in order to keep obedient. Madeline’s nicer, isn’t she? You’re a good girl, like a princess. And you’re in need of good sport.”

Madeline was blushing like her face had caught fire. She was mesmerised by the mess of red welts and bruising on her girlfriend’s eager canvas flesh. While entranced by the notion of becoming a good princess for Ray, Madeline mouthed those two words she always knew to follow her smarter sister’s statements with. She agreed.

One of Ray’s arms pulled the girl into a headlock while the other began to strum the plaything’s lips like the strings of a harp. Madeline writhed, giggling, unable to resist her sister’s teasing touch after the intensity of her imprinting process. “She was so good for me, y’know? You didn’t even hear a thing from your room right? Strap of leather in her mouth, bit down hard enough to leave marks ahaha… sat her right here over my knee, positioned in front of that mirror there so I could see just how much my punishment made her pretty eyes water.”

The words were turning Ray’s new princess on more than the budding femme could handle, Madeline starting to rut her hips into the air while leaning into the shame of such a pathetic act. She whimpered against the unclean thumb that forced its way into her mouth before taking to it like a pacifier, tasting the aftermath of Georgia’s climax, faintly, and feeling her heart-rate spike. “Mmnh…”

“I had to teach her a lesson, you see… she’s been a bad girl. A naughty, cheating bitch. Haven’t you, Georgie?” The sudden re-framing made Madeline gasp against the assaulting thumb, shaking her head quietly with eyes wide as saucers.

Georgia looked down at the floor in shame, quivering, before hearing Ray’s sharp tongue-click and snapping her eyes up in compliance. “Yes… it… it won’t happen again. I love Maddison… Madeline… so so much!” Tears formed in the corners of the soft creature’s eyes, and the princess noticed that even through all of this… Georgia was growing stiff again. She was trying to pinch the erection between her pillowy thighs, rosy embarrassment framing her face perfectly. She really was the cutest thing in the world; Madeline was truly grateful to Ray for creating her.

“Ahhn… b-bhut…”

“Quiet, Maddy.” Ray shut her sister up more effectively than ever with the sudden switching of names, taking away all those special, pink feelings that had been bubbling up inside the girl and replacing them with reminders that she was nothing but a meek, obsessed little fangirl who couldn’t even remember her place for more than two fucking seconds. Maddy wilted, pouting her lips around Big Sister’s thumb and shutting up. “There you go, nice and quiet for mommy and daddy.” A crass laugh, nothing new. “I can tell you’re confused, and you’re not the brightest in the bunch so I’ll try to explain this in a way even my baby sister can follow…”

Georgia stepped forwards and took Maddy’s hands, after being given a curt nod by her Master.

“Georgia’s your girlfriend, yeah? And your favourite way of fucking her is by handing her over to me so you can sit and watch. Treat her just right, the way both of you perverts like. You agree, I know you do, but I wanna feel the reverberation around my thumb anyway ‘cause it turns me on like nothing else.”

“I ahhgree!”

“Good girl.” Ray rewarded the loyalty by pushing deeper inside, wanting to feel her sister gag around her thumb. “That’s all fine, but your girl here came onto me while we were alone. I’d been teasing her too much, perhaps, but she threw herself on me while you were unpacking. ‘Course, I fucked her… but she had to learn that wasn’t okay afterwards. I hope you can forgive her, Maddy, she’s only human y’know? I mean, if I wasn’t a better lay than you we wouldn’t have to conjure up this arrangement in the first place so you can get where she was coming from, but it was damn unfaithful.”

Maddy almost gagged.

“It won’t happen again… I-I love her so much.” Georgia addressed Ray for forgiveness even now, when her victim was sitting their Owner’s lap staring with sudden horror at the loop that had just been invented between them; Ray had said herself that Georgia was made to like the punishment she was given, so she was almost certainly going to repeat the offence. It was a sick spiral of gross need, want, betrayal, and pleasure. It was churning them, slowly, into a deplorable, greedy Cerberus without a master. No, their master had dissolved and left their systems long ago.

“Forgive her, Madeline.” A wet thumb exited through gift-shop lips, Ray’s little sister was in liquidation.

The words dulled that edge in her mind that had been hacking at her nerves like a butcher. The name, especially, made Madeline want to comply more than anything, wanting to be a good and proper princess for the room. If Georgia was set to repeat this behaviour, as Madeline nervously suspected, she would have to get used to forgiving her like this. “I… I forgive you, Georgia.” She sighed, relaxing into Ray’s arms and letting her eyes flutter closed. Forgiveness, too, was a drug; it made her feel delirious.

“At least you’re here for round two, eh? I’ll have to be gentler than usual else we’ll wake the neighbours… oh wait.” Ray spoke into Madeline’s ear, smearing saliva onto her prettied cheek with that spit-soaked thumb. “What do you think, princess? Should I fuck your girl all gentle, or do you want me to treat her rough?”

Madeline’s eyes blinked open, and she saw Georgia in more vibrant colour than she ever had before. The girl was stunning, stood silently with a soft lip-bite as she presented herself in the most gorgeous lingerie you could ever hope to stuff a prize like that into. Gentle or rough? Madeline had just announced her forgiveness, but the hurt persisted.

She wanted to see Georgia hurt too, and not just the aftermath. The two exchanged a knowing look, Georgia’s fingers slipping away from where they had been holding Madeline’s. The redhead could tell what the answer was before Maddy herself knew, though Ray’s question had always been a rhetorical one in practice. They each had their scripts.

Ray’s lips fell upon the back of Madeline’s shoulder, and sucked so hard the meek thing couldn’t help but moan into the room’s stuffy air. “Ahhn! Rough… please… i-if Georgia can h-handle it…”

The suckling kiss continued until Ray was content that it’d leave a nice purple mark on her new property come morning. “You’re sweet, princess, caring about shit like that at this late hour. She can handle whatever I do to her, and our sweet little virgin fangirl can enjoy the way I make her howl. Ain’t that nice?”

Madeline felt heat and wet and pain in that space between her shoulder and her neck, where Ray had marked her. “And… I… I never get to?”

“Never get to what? Fuck her? Fuck me? Don’t be disgusting, Maddy, if we needed a counterfeit fleshlight we’d hit up the dodgy sites dad’s got bookmarked! You’re not meant for that, and I think you know it. I’m letting you burn out on your own touch during our holiday, but I’ll be locking that up too when we’re home.” As Ray taught her sister the new way of the world—her world, in its ever shrinking state—Georgia dropped her knee onto the bed and crawled into position, serene smile plastered over her well tamed face; Georgia had received almost two full years of training, her obedience and understanding of Ray’s order far exceeded Maddy’s.

“Counterfeit…” Maddy repeated the word like it was her first time hearing it, getting a taste for it on her lips and nodding in epiphany. She was not good enough to fuck, and she was lucky just to watch. She was grateful, proof of her gratitude pooling between her thighs and ruining her borrowed panties. “Home… oh…”

“Your place is pretty big, I’ll let you keep it. Let you keep paying for it too, but it’s going to have a shift in power dynamics okay? They call it the master bedroom for a reason y’know, and yours has been lacking for so long.” Ray stood up, hoisting Maddy with her and placing the girl down on her knees, which sunk nicely into the big fluffy rug below them. “Plenty of room on the floor for Maddy, and Madeline can even curl up by our feet. Ain’t that nice of me?”

Kneeling on the floor, watching as Ray turned to walk across the room and leave her spiralling by herself on the rug, Maddy dug fingers under her dress and nearly wept at how wet she was despite the obvious horror of her new reality. It just felt so good, to be an inferior, counterfeit bitch, whimpering and pleading at the foot of her lover’s bed, her sister’s domain. Maddy locked eyes with Georgia again, who gave a dainty wave and blew an innocent kiss to the kneeling reprobate. This was all so normal to Georgia, she saw nothing wrong with it at all, while Maddy did see the malice in it but found that such recognition only served to stoke the fire in her chest and fan the bellowing flames between her thighs. Maddy was a faucet.

“Your girl wants you to get the fist, Georgie. Ah… figuratively I mean, though I can’t deny the temptation of that unblemished body of yours now that we don’t gotta play so damn coy…” Both Maddy and Georgia found themselves united in their quiet curiosity as Ray opened the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and retrieved a four-pack of ice cold beers. These ones were still sealed, so Maddy could be sure they were not tampered with unlike the one that was used to obliterate her old self. Maddison. “I’ll ask you the same question I did earlier in the day, doubt my bratty little sis is gonna interject like she did last time. I mean, look at her.” And Georgia did, peering at a kneeling whelp who made sticky of her nice new clothes, whose chin was slick with spittle and hair a ruffled mess. Maddy smiled at the attention; she knew it wouldn’t last. Dropping onto the aptly named king-size bed, Ray pulled one of the cans from its plastic ring in preparation for her show. The remaining three dropped onto the sheets, and Ray used her free hand to grab Georgia’s cheek and claim that sweet attention for herself. Georgia blushed against the coldness of her Master’s hand, and batted her lashes shyly. Ray repeated her question from earlier in the day, as promised. "Adorable, Georgie. Want some beer?"

Maddy knew that Georgia didn’t drink, but Georgia was no longer sure. She mostly did as she was told, after all, so Ray’s question felt nebulous at best. When in doubt, she found that agreement pleased the woman more than anything else; there was no great mystery in why she chose that specific call and response phrase for training her toys.

“Yes, Sir…” Georgia wet her lips and knelt up closer, leaning into Ray’s hand like it was all the comfort she could ever ask for in this world and any lives beyond it. Maddy wasn’t jealous, not really; she was simply humbled. Her ambition to be all Georgia needed was misguided, and lofty, for a counterfeit like her.

“Good pet.” Ray’s fingers stroked through Georgia’s hair and made an attempt to flatten where it had peaked up from earlier’s punishment. “Then open wide for me now.” Maddy could only watch, thighs pressed tight around her own greedy hand, as Georgia submissively did as she was told and let her mouth fall wide open, head tilted up in preparation for the liquid gift. “I hear your kind are all lightweights, which is good for predators like me if I’m being completely honest. The buzz’ll be good for you, take some of the edge off while I show Maddy how much she’s been fucking wasting you these past twelve months.”

_{“I… I don’t think Georgia likes beer, Big Sis…”}

“Oh yeah? Well I don’t remember who asked you, cunt, but let’s see if that’s really the case. Georgia.” The moment Ray addressed her property by name, Georgia perked up, mouth still agape.

“Yesh Shir?” She asked, tongue lolling out like a dog’s. There was no limit to how much she’d debase herself for Sir’s approval, though it was ultimately all for Maddy. Georgia was a romantic, willing to do anything, no matter how humiliating, for the sake of her love.

“You love beer. What’s this… IPA… oh, that’s your favourite! You agree.”

“I ahgree!”

“Then it’s settled.” The ring was pulled, and the beer cracked open with the same intensity of sound as the safety of a firearm clicking off. Ray took a hold of Georgia’s neck and began to pour, Maddy’s eyes widening as she knelt forwards and watched her girlfriend’s eager throat attempt to keep up in swallowing the dark gold fluid gushing into her mouth. It was surreal, and of course Georgia failed to gulp it down quick enough as the carbonation began to fight her. India Pale Ale trickled down Georgia’s jaw, and spilled down onto the bedsheets, Ray adjusting her pour sloppily to prevent making too much of a mess. Still, when Georgia spluttered, there was only so much she could do.

Grinning as smug as ever, Ray wiped sticky foam from her own cheek and pressed the digit against her good girl’s quivering lower lip. The can was emptied, most of it seeping down to Georgia’s belly while she took her Master’s thumb into her mouth just as Maddy had, and sucked it clean.

“Proud of you, ready for the second one?”

“Wh… what?” By the time Georgia managed to choke out her single word question, Ray had already grabbed another can, cracking it open with a single hand while petting her plaything’s hair.

“I wanna see you wasted, near-blackout for me, while I fuck you for Maddy just the way she likes. It’s for her, so… you can survive one pack of beers can’t you?” It was another of Ray’s rhetorical questions; Georgia could only nod, already feeling a tickle of warmth in her head from the first chugged can. It would surely get easier with every subsequent beer, right?

“Yes.” Georgia replied. The look of determination on her round face was the cutest thing in the world to Maddy, and it drove the older sister’s lust deep into the black. “I’ll drink… all of them. For Master and… for Madeline.” Her resolve was impressive in its own way; there was a strong person in there somewhere, locked within that labyrinth of nerves that turned her prefrontal cortex into a pleasure house with one paying customer.

“I know you will, honey. You’re a good receptacle like that, always have been. Ready?” Ray didn’t wait for confirmation, tilting the second can and watching the liquid pour wonderfully down Georgia’s submissive gullet. Madeline, as she’d been so subtly promoted to again by her girlfriend’s sly permission, watched silently as Ray intoxicated the other in preparation for fucking her roughly, the way Maddy had requested. She found herself searching her heart for guilt, but finding only pleasure, ever building, edging her forwards until she got too close and Big Sis was forced to shoo her away with her foot.

More beer spilled down Georgia’s perfect skin, clinging to her neck and drenching the expensive looking negligee she wore. Her erection was twitching in the air between her and Ray, and when the third can began to pour Madeline watched the cock dribble in delight. Georgia really did like this sort of treatment now, she was getting off to Ray’s domination wholeheartedly; Maddy, too, was unable to deny the arousal it flooded her with.

They were onto the fourth and final can in no time at all, Ray teasing Georgia about how she had decided to ignore the safe-word she gave during their punishment earlier, and making a now tipsy Georgia confess to just how much hotter it made her feel to have the safety net revoked so candidly. They were two impressive beings to Madeline, in their own right, who knelt on the floor and stared up at them like gods.

Georgia swallowed, giggling airily into the other’s mouth as Ray suddenly eclipsed the redhead’s lips with her own following the final few drops of beer. Madeline played with one of the discarded empty cans idly, trying not to touch herself but indulging the urge to grind her thighs together as wantonly as her sluggish body permitted. It was as though she had gotten drunk by association, feeling a vicarious buzz from her girlfriend’s present inebriation. Georgia really was a lightweight, her face had gotten somehow redder than Madeline’s and her posture loosened up dramatically. Every part of the girl’s body language told the sisters how much she yearned for Ray to fuck her, and fuck her well. Why wouldn’t she, when the butch was just her type?

“Mmgh… so cute. Deep breaths girl, you’re gonna need to hold it for a while.” Big Sister’s teasing was second to none, at least in this room, her fingers spreading through Georgia’s hair again only to push her roughly down onto her back. The redhead squirmed, whining lightly at the soreness of her bare buttocks and thighs against even the soft material of the bed—only lightly soaked in hoppy alcohol.

Auburn hair spread like wildfire against the white backdrop of the sheets, and Ray stared down at that giddy drunk she’d built from the ground up, begging to be smothered in her superior’s pussy. Ray, too, was intoxicated; the three of them made a pair.

“I ah… gosh… y-yes Sirrr!” Georgia slurred, chest rising and falling so heavily as she flattened out over the bed and waited for that eclipse to take her. Her excitement was palpable, and Madeline wanted to take her hand. She knew better, but the want still eroded her from within while the outside smile took over.

“Good slut. Good toy… nice, docile thing like you just loves to have her breath stolen away huh?” Ray waited, but Georgia was distracted by Madeline’s want, like her needs were telepathic. Before the drunken girl could reach out and prove the understanding, her cheek was struck hard.

“Ah!” Maddy whined, as though their pain was as psychic as their wants. “Y-You—“

“Who told me to be rough with her? Sit your ass down and watch, remind yourself what a painslut your girlfriend is before letting that misguided indignation show again. Fucking embarrassing, Maddy… look at her. Really look.”

Maddy looked. Georgia’s head had been smacked onto its side and rested there lazily, her deep abyssal gaze trained on Maddy’s as it so often was when not demanded elsewhere. The girl’s cheek was a bright and painful red, and her lips were a scrawl. The closer Maddy looked, the more she saw; the sweat that clung to Georgia’s forehead and dabbed her brow; the way her teeth pinched her lip, cracking the thin surface; the burning flush that went far beyond alcohol and physical trauma; the eyes, god, the eyes, Georgia was in her heaven. Georgia was a drunk fucking whore, Maddy could see it so plainly now. She didn’t just deserve the pain, she yearned for it, craved it without any need for restraint now. Maddy suddenly felt guilty for never hitting her girlfriend, but the time had passed for her to try and step up in the relationship.

Two fingers gently, but strictly, pulled Georgia’s face back into position, back to staring up at her waiting Master. “Forgive Maddy.” She said, voice low and pleading. The words told Maddy that Georgia, too, was feeling the secondhand embarrassment of her slow realisation. Like it was obvious to all but her that Georgia was a well trained fuckdoll and an even better punching bag.

“It’s all I ever do. Maybe one day she’ll learn, eh?” Ray’s voice was almost sweet as she guided Georgia’s mouth to the zipper of her jeans, belt already removed to form those welts on the cheater’s ass. It was a perfectly fitting action for a demure thing like Georgia, to close her teeth around the brass slider and tilt down until Ray’s jeans were ready to remove. She breathed in deep the scent of her Master’s arousal, and Maddy let the jealousy at the resulting impatient whine control her hand. The runt started to fuck her own hand, leaning as close to the bed as she could get away with.

Ray slid her jeans down slowly, along with boxer briefs, revealing a cunt moistened by the night’s amusement, topped with a generous bush that drifted up into a happy trail. Maddy realised far too late that she was staring directly at her own sister’s sex, but it no longer felt taboo for the same reasons as it once would have; now, she was only concerned with whether or not she had permission to gawk so freely. Ray didn’t seem to mind much at all, snickering as she side-glanced her snot-nosed little sister before returning her attention to Georgia. “Eat up, pretty girl. You don’t get to cum until I do, so better put that mouth to good work.” It seemed unfair to demand action from a girl she’d just poured four full beers down the throat of, but Ray was not to be questioned. To Georgia, Sir’s orders were absolute.

“Yes, S-mmph!” Big Sister’s hips dropped down without warning and her thighs clamped them around the whore’s overheating face, all the while Maddy had to hold her free hand over her mouth to stop herself from making noise already.

Noticing her little sister already starting to disappoint her again, Ray turned to address her demandingly. “Get off your ass and fetch what’s left in the fridge, you can at least make yourself useful if I’m tolerating your presence in here tonight.”

“But… I wanna watch…”

“Tsk. I’ll give you plenty to watch with what’s in there, trust me.” Rough fingers twined into matted ginger hair and tugged at it cruelly, Ray pulling herself down into Georgia’s sweaty face and grinding her sweltering cunt into it like this really was a sport—and Ray a gold medallist.

With a light pout she knew better than to develop into anything truly rebellious lest she find herself kicked out of the room, Maddy stood up onto shaking legs and removed the slick hand from her own weeping lips. Her eyes traced the mirror on her journey across the room—a trek scored by the muffled squelches and moans exchanged between her girlfriend’s mouth and her sister’s dyke-hot muff—and she found the perfect portrait of a loser in its shimmer. It suited her, the pathetic expression she wore, the toned body locked inside the daintiest scrap of pink satin in the world, and the trembling that ruled her stance. Maddy was such a weakling, and that image felt somehow affirming. Georgia had once explained gender euphoria to Maddison, and the silly little princess cuck could only guess at why she was beginning to recall pieces of that conversation now.

With powerless steps that pushed her forwards one at a time, Maddy made her way to the mini-fridge. She was unable to resist looking over her shoulder and admiring the new angle. Georgia was kicking her legs under Ray, and clawing for air. Playfully, Maddy supposed; her girlfriend was always so effortlessly cute.

Content in the stolen glance, Maddy returned her attention to the mini-fridge and pursed her lips tightly. Was Ray going to make Georgia chug even more beer, or were these ones for Big Sister herself? In any case, Maddy felt like a trained dog running over to the icebox for its owner. She couldn’t help but obey, when she was so painfully desperate to see her girl defiled by those older hands again and again and again.

The fridge door was opened by shaky grasp, and Maddy peered right into the back of the cooled container with new understanding. Her fingers wrapped around the black harness, chilled leather connecting to the true prize. Excitement brewed within her and the newly appointed princess’s mouth began to water at the mere thought of this being used on her Georgia.

“Stay with me, girl. A-ahh… fffuck!” Ray teased Georgia relentlessly as she rode the whore’s face, watching the way the redhead’s eyes slowly unfocused as the lack of oxygen began to take her. The butch lifted her twitching hips and Georgia gasped, lines of spit and sex stretched between her plush lips and Ray’s greedy cunt. Georgia blinked away the darkness and flicked her eyes over to Maddy, giving a dizzy smile before hiccuping loudly like a cartoon drunk. The mark on her cheek had developed nicely, and Maddy admired the size of her Big Sister’s fingers imprinted onto her Georgia’s face.

“Sis… I… f-for you.” Maddy was chewing her lips like they were gum, the butterflies in her stomach from being so close to Ray and Georgia while they enjoyed each other were almost enough to make the ruined spectator pass out where she stood.

Prying her gaze away from the other girl trying her best not to pass out, Ray smirked up at her sister and petted the girl roughly, deciding that the brown hair didn’t suit her little brat half as well as the blonde soon would. “Thanks, Madeline.” The princess perked up at the name and lowered her head bashfully, holding out the chilled strap with both arms outstretched. “Help your Big Sister put it on, ‘kay?”

Madeline blushed, nodding weakly before fiddling with the harness and leaning closer with her thighs pressing against the side of the bed. It was so intoxicating to be permitted this close, the obedient thing wrapping arms around her sister’s waist while Georgia fought to catch her breath, face smeared in Ray’s lust.

The moment Madeline had figured out the harness and secured it correctly, Ray pushed the runt away by her face dismissively and the docile girl stumbled back into the bedside table with a sharp gasp. Her excitement won out against any ambitions of indignation, however, and Madeline was more than ready to be the fangirl she’d been cast as.

“On your knees, pet. This’ll sober you up I bet.” Running her fingers along the underside of the refrigerated glass dildo that completed the strap-on, Ray tweaked on Georgia’s nipple to alert the fluttering thing and laughed as that short gasp brought the femme back into the room. Georgia did as she was told as quickly as she was able to, scrambling onto her knees and letting her hair hang down in a loose mess around her burning hot face. Once again, she looked at Madeline, and the little cuck licked her lips.

The chilled glass head ran smooth against the welts that lined Georgia’s buttocks and she had to hold onto the headboard for dear life as her body shook in pain and pleasure. “Ah-ahhn… Ray…”

“Tell Madeline how good I am, Georgie, or I won’t fuck you. Tell her how much better I am, as if she don’t already know. Tell her, all sweet-like, that you need to take her Big Sister’s cock every night to get to sleep.” Ray pressed the tip of her glass strap against Georgia’s waiting hole, but the redhead knew better than to push back into it. Still, she could not help but gasp at the cold sensation against her overheating body.

Georgia was a trembling mess on her knees, still catching her breath as Ray continuously stole it in one way or another; Ray stole a lot of things, she was a master thief. “Madeline…”

“Uhm… yeah?” The princess replied, pretending that she had not already heard it all, fiddling nervously with the hem of her dress and feeling smaller than ever.

“It’s true… she’s just… you get it, right?” Madeline’s girlfriend was genuinely embarrassed for once, her face sticky with Ray’s hot pleasure and raw with handprint.

“I get it…” The youngest nodded, truly feeling like she had just walked in on her parents—acknowledging that insurmountable wall you’d feel back then between yourself and them, the different worlds you occupied. “I want to see…”

The femme’s lips curled, lightly—motherly—and she gave her lover a sluggish nod. “G-Good… I need it… and it’s for you, too, so…”

“That’s enough, I’ll have to teach you how to tease her properly later but I’ll admit it’s a little cute when you go off script too, talking like sweethearts with my tip buried half an inch into your asshole. Such sluts, the both of you.” With a thrust of her hips, Ray sunk an inch deeper and the head nestled itself inside a tight Georgia; her and Maddy had never once made love like this so she, too, was still a virgin in this regard. She’d always heard it hurt, but the four beers really had gone straight to her head. Georgia was floating, and Ray was her anchor. Madeline, then, must have been a distant lighthouse, guiding her to shore.

“G-god…” The girl groaned, pressing herself up against the headboard and arching her back just right for her Master.

“Right here, babe. I’m your maker, right? Suppose that makes this my divine right.” Snaking an arm around Georgia’s waist, Ray pushed her hips up all the way until they lightly kissed against Georgia’s contused flesh. The cold filled Georgia’s heat in a wonderfully confused marriage of sensation, and she felt it stretching her out like Ray was a toymaker preparing her for the rest of her nightly fucks. Hips wiggled, and thrashed, and hung in the air suspended by the powerful whim of the only person in the room who could make decisions for the three of them.

Madeline was enamoured, speechless, staring at the space the glass dildo had been as though its disappearance was an awe-inspiring magic trick. The sight had changed her permanently, in some small way that would only build with subsequent viewings. Her pride, her vanity, were being stripped like paint from the walls of her soul. These impossible beings before her were not just girlfriend and sister, mommy and daddy, but egg and sperm. It was a scene of history, rewritten in the way it should have happened. Madeline was the ultimate disappointment, she was nothing, the hurt in her chest entwined with the stirring heat in her loins told her as much. She felt herself transported back to her own conception and stared upon the winner that should’ve been, penetrating the thing that would become her. Not her, someone better than her—more productive, more confident, not the ceaseless fuck-up who could not thrive outside the safety of her loving sister’s shadow.

Madeline liked the nothing, it was as though her presence in the room faded away entirely—which was not a difficult thing to picture given her submissive inactivity—and she could watch from parting clouds as these two giants had their fun forever.

“Maddy dear, I need you present for this. Really need you, girl. Don’t disappear on me, you got that? I want you to hear when Georgia starts howling my name, I want that to wash over a fangirl like you and really get stuck in your pores.” Ray was not just Georgia’s anchor, she played the tether well for both of them, albeit with pointed cruelty.

Another downgrade for disappointing Sis. Maddy gulped and made sure to pay better attention, watching raptly as Ray slid herself back out only to pound Georgia into the wall with force. The commands Ray just gave to Maddy were meant for Georgia too, who knew now what was expected of her as she crumpled against the headboard. Moaning Ray’s name was no challenge, she’d earned herself the chanting.

“Ahn… gosh… Rayyy! Ray yooou’re…” It was clear that Georgia was truly wasted now, the alcohol having done its job in turning her into a slurring mess of a fuck-toy for Ray’s pleasure and amusement. And, of course, for Maddy’s re-education.

“I’m what, doll? Tell the class.” Ray thrust without care for comfort, and Georgia was a giving receptacle as always, doing her best to keep up and sagging in all the best ways when she couldn’t.

“A-Amaaazhing… goshh… oww…. Ray!” The pain was euphoric, both for Georgia and Maddy. The latter was rubbing between her legs desperately, curling fingers into her neglected sex and panting like a pornstar at her own disappointing touch.

“Atta girl.” A hand struck Georgia’s sore buttock and the resulting cries were intense enough to help Maddy reach the edge, staring at the reappearing and disappearing glass dildo like a hypnotic focus. The three of them became lost in their roles for the next few minutes, which had felt like hours, until Georgia stopped chanting Ray’s name.

The thrusting slowed to a halt, and Ray leaned over with a smug look that contrasted Maddy’s own wide-eyed stare of concern. “I-is she okay?”

“Relax kid, she’s just passed out. Fucking lightweight, maybe I’ll convince her tomorrow morning that the best cure for a hangover is sex. Not that I’d need to trick a trained mutt like that, you on the other hand…” Ray slid herself out of the slumping girl’s body and laid her down gently, removing her harness while assessing Maddy’s progress curiously.

“You don’t need to trick me! I’m doing as I’m told, jeez…” The youngest balked at the implication, before lowering her head and swallowing drily in anticipation of her Big Sister’s chastising words.

“I gotta take care of your girl, Mads, so fuck off outside for a bit okay? I’ll come join you for a smoke.” When Ray noticed her sister quirk a brow, she chuckled and ruffled the princess’s hair mockingly once again. “Not for you, but if you can sit still I’ll show you some fun tricks I can do.”

This was enough to placate the girl, who was still getting used to her new role in the ‘new family dynamic’ they shared. Shamefully, she headed outside to let Ray tend to the passed out drunk while sucking her fingers clean so as to not dirty her pretty new dress. The decking had a heater, but it was still cold out in the winter air. Maddy peeked through the window to see Ray laying Georgia onto her side, and petting that sore cheek much more softly now. Jealousy made her squirm; there was a monster watching in the window, made of breath. Maddy wiped it away and sat herself down on the decking steps, shivering lightly but basking in that dewy heat still smouldering between her thighs. Even if a part of her still understood the wrongness of her situation, she was helpless to deny the fact that she’d never felt so turned on in her entire life. Maddy hated herself for it, rather than blaming Ray, but even the hatred made her feel good; it stoked the new pride, because it reminded her of her place at the bottom and there was comfort in knowing where she stood.

Maddy sat. She watched the trees in the distance, standing tall on the side of the opposite peak, waiting for the moment her Big Sister would come and save her from the boredom just as she would when they were kids.

“Here, you look cold as shit in that dress.” Quilt covers dropped around Maddy’s shoulders and the girl quickly hugged them tight to her chest, catching the whiff of beer and sex that clung to them and realising where Ray had taken them from.

“Thank you, Sis…” Maddy secretly gorged herself on the scent, at least she thought herself subtle. When Ray sat herself down beside her sister, Maddy tentatively lowered her head onto the other’s shoulder and leaned in close. “Love you.”

“Heh… ‘course you do. I love you too, you little shit.” The oldest reached into her pack and took a cigarette into unsteady hand, Maddy taking note of the shaking and the way their breaths were visible in the cool air.

“You’re being too nice, ehe, get withdrawals if you don’t bully me?” The princess spoke coyly, perhaps overly so, but Ray was in a good enough mood to let it slide as she lit her smoke and pushed it against her lips.

“It’s the way things are, not so bad really. You like it.” The woman puffed out a cloud of carcinogens into the air and turned to face her new fangirl, reaching out to hold her chin and stop her from looking away.

Maddy swallowed, and stammered. “I-I ah… ahaha… y-y-yeah. I like it. And… it’s permanent?” It was impossible to tell whether she asked the question with horror or hope, no doubt a confused combination of the two.

“The urge to put you in your place, it’s held strong for two years. Now that I finally have, we’ve only just gotten started.” This time, Ray swallowed. She was herself mesmerised by the way in which Maddy no longer shied away from her touch, but leaned into it with pathetic need.

“Mmh… o-okay. Is… is that…”

“This is your life now, Madeline. Each and every day, your world gets that much smaller. I love you, and I'd help you, if I didn't get off so much to ruining you. I'm no more in control than you or Georgie, got it? A predator beholden to its prey. You agree.”

“I agree.”

…

“Good girl.” The two shared a long, knowing look before Ray found the urge to resist her greed failing her yet again. “You wanna know what it’d be like to kiss me.”

“Wh-what?”

“Virgin like you, who loves to watch her Big Sis taking a girl’s anal virginity like a real perv… you’re staring at my lips. You wanna know.” Ray’s hand stopped shaking, and she took another drag from her cigarette.

Madeline squirmed, not wanting to disobey lest she found herself returned to Maddy again. This was just more sport. “I… I agree.”

“Then close your eyes and stick your tongue out.” Big Sister’s word was absolute, but even Madeline was not so naive as to miss the obvious prank being pulled on her. Even still, she did as she was told. She liked it, too.

“Rhay… I…”

“Don’t talk, ashtray. Here’s a kiss for my kid sister.”

Fsssssst.

Epilogue

“Oh my god, Samantha! You’re back, it’s been so long girl.” Madeline practically jumped up from behind her desk, rushing over to her work-wife with obvious excitement.

“Yeah uh, real shame how our PTO lined up like that huh? You ah… have a good time on the mountain with your folks?” Sam was staring at her work friend closely, having taken a second to even figure out who it was swarming her. You could hardly blame her, the last time Sam saw her mate Maddie, they had been two peas in a pod. Now, Madeline was dressed like some plain old office floozy and acting the part eerily well too. Worst of all—somehow even more jarring than the pencil skirt and blouse, or the waft of floral perfume—were the long blonde curls that Madeline twirled her ballpoint through in sudden shyness at the question asked.

“Oh uhm, yeah. Yes. I had such a lovely time… with family. Been so busy since I got back, though! Gosh, these reports are killing me, Harcourt’s such a fucking shithead for waiting until I… ah shoot. I’ve uh, gotta… I mean… I have to go take a call.” Maddy blushed and gave a half bow to her friend, who was stretching the limits of ‘smart casual’ attire with her own work fit, black denim jeans and flannel shirt with black fleece thrown over it.

“Sure…” Sammy had no other words, well, save for maybe one. Maddy exuded a pathetic aura in her frantic need to correct her speech, and her posture, even so far removed from those who she’s made to perform for. “Hey uh, we seriously need to catch up later. The nag, this Saturday? I’ll buy you a round even though you fuckin’ owe me one.” The woman tried to grin as she normally would when shooting the shit with her dyke-in-arms here in this office, but it touched her face all wrong.

Maddy pursed her lips in thought, desperate to run off and call Ray for forgiveness already after her stupid little slip. Maybe if she was lucky, Georgia would answer the phone instead; Georgia forgave her for everything without giving her grief, she was such a saint. “Hrm… I mean, if it’s not too late?” Maddy had enough awareness here to know that telling Sam about her curfew would raise suspicion, but a line had to be drawn somewhere.

“Uh, yeah, whatever Mads. I’ll text you.” The colleague looked at Maddy like she was a stain on the floor, which the blonde actually found some comfort in; it mirrored the looks that she would give herself.

Freed from the interaction she started, Maddy pushed through fire escape and dialled Ray’s number dutifully; she wasn’t allowed to cut corners and use speed dial, it did her well to remember the few things most important in her narrow little world.

The phone rang, and rang, until eventually Maddy’s nervous squirming came to an end.

“You fucked up again.” The voice made Maddy disappear inside of herself, nodding to an audience of none.

“I did… speech infraction. I was worked up about reports a-and—“

“Did I ask for excuses?” Ray’s wet smirk could be heard over the phone.

“No… Big Sister. I messed up.” The cool air against Maddy’s welling eyes was all the comfort in the world.

“You know the drill, then. I’ll reward you for the honesty and courage to call me, good girl for doing so. It’ll just be one night, you’ll be okay. I know you will.”

More useless nodding, erratic in their motion. Maddy bit her lip, grateful that she was getting let off easy. “Thank you, Sis! I’ll manage, I’ll be good… can I… is Georgia there?”

Click.

“I’m home!” Madeline lugged the groceries she had picked up on her way back to the apartment into the kitchen and placed them down as her eyes traced a note left on the counter.

Gone to the club – back by 10 – haven’t forgotten your fuck up x

“Made Georgia write it…” The blonde mumbled as she traced the pretty cursive with her finger before picking up the note and brushing her lips against the red lipstick kiss that sat in its corner.

No more sulking, it was to work with her. Madeline finished putting away the groceries before heading up into the spare bedroom—her bedroom—and finding the pile of boots in need of servicing. A few pairs were Ray’s, one was Georgia’s, and the rest were friend’s, or friends of friends’. Madeline sighed, this was going to take her all night. At least the scent of polish and leather sent her giddy, helped her enter a trance like focus while she worked. Silver linings were her lifeblood.

Madeline was several hours into her task when she heard the door to the apartment swing open with a loud crash. Sitting cross-legged on her bed with horsehair brush in hand and a leather boot cradled reverently in her lap, she listened out for the sound of heels being kicked off and the storm of footsteps ascending the stairs of their duplex apartment.

“Maaaaddy!” Georgia knocked on the door a few times before letting herself inside, beaming at their princess bootblack. The redhead was drop-dead gorgeous as ever, her dress a curtain of silver stars, make up glittering in the dim light oh so glamorously. The sight of her perfect girlfriend’s swaying form made Madeline squirm where she sat, shifting inside the cumbersome metal belt Big Sister had locked her in when they returned from their vacation. As apparent as her beauty, Georgia was positively shit-faced. She always was when Ray took her to the club and pumped her full of drink and charming words. Madeline enjoyed this moment of basking in the other’s radiance, because she knew she wasn’t allowed to sit and watch tonight.

“Evening, Georgia. You’re so pretty. I… lo—”

“Ray says you’re not allowed to watch tonight.” Georgia dropped down in front of the bed and held onto Madeline’s knees, her freckled shoulders looking impossibly erotic to the girl who never got to enjoy that body first-hand. “Will you promise to be good tomorrow? I like it best when you watch, ehe… your reactions are the best…”

There was an almost cruel edge to Georgia’s words, but Madeline was sure she was just projecting. “I’ll be good, Georgia.” The bootblack smiled, wondering if she’d get to polish Ray’s while she wore them next time. That was always best, because her Big Sister always knew how to quell any unruly thoughts in the youngest’s dim little head.

Georgia smiled too, though she was very clearly blackout drunk and the strong scent of leather polish was making her dizzy. “Good… good girl!” She pet Madeline’s knee, then kissed it, before Ray found her and pulled the woman up into a playful headlock.

“There you are, should’ve figured you’d run right up to Maddy here.” Once Georgia was on her feet, Ray loosened the hold slightly, but made sure to keep her prize on its feet. Her eyes traced Madeline’s finished pile, and she nodded approvingly. “Nice pace, assuming you ain’t doing a rush job… keep it up and I’ll prepare the sleeping bag for when you’re done. Till then, well… walls’re pretty thin in here so it’ll just be the visual accompaniment you don’t get, eh?” When Ray laughed, Georgia giggled to fit in and let Maddy’s Big Sister drag her back into the master bedroom. Madeline stared at the slamming door with a pit in her stomach. This was so wrong…

She should never misbehave ever again.