anonymous
11-02-2007, 10:10 PM
Note, this is a fantasy, I'm generally not even into this variety of story but once a story idea gets into my head, there's only one way for me to get it out. No insult is intended to either of the Duff sisters, the Donnas, Avril Lavigne or Ashlee Simpson. So if you don't like what you're reading, stop. If you're under 18 STOP NOW!
Codes: FF, FFF, FFFF, BDSM, oral, anal nc-->c, drugs, brainwashing, F-Dom, F-mast, fant
Note: This happens back when Ashlee's hair was still dark. Why? Couse I like it better that way. :P
Celebs: Ashlee Simpson, Avril Lavigne, the Donnas (Donna A./Brett Anderson, Donna R./Allison Robertson, Donna F/Maya Ford, Conna C/Torry Castellano) (non-sexual roles), Haylie Duff, Hilary Duff
Sweet Revenge
She really should have realized something was wrong when she saw the limo. It wasn't her usual ride at all. But between exhaustion from the concert she'd just finshed giving and the half-Magnum of champagne she'd drunken afterwards her perceptions weren't exactly at their peak.
Still the closed sliding window should have tipped her off. She and Zack, her usual driver liked to chit-chat on the way to whatever hotel she was staying at. She also loved to tease him, occasionally flashing him even though he was twice her age. He certainly didn't seem to mind.
"Home James." Which was another small joke between them. Not only wasn't his name James but as a musician Avril Lavigne didn't really *have* a home to speak of.
The car started. then she heard a somewhat familiar and much disliked voice say "I'm not James," followed by a giggle. Another, equally disliked voice added "And don't call us Shirley either."
"Huh?" the first, high pitched, voice said.
"Old movie," replied the second, somewhat raspy voice.
"What the *hell* are you two bitches..." and then Avril heard a hissing sound and realized that she felt dizzier than the champagne could account for. Things went blurry and then dark.
***
She woke up feeling mildly sick. Everything looked very strange. Then she reaized that was because she was upside down. She looked around and saw that she was tied spreadeagle to a big metal hoop. She also noticed that she was stark raving nude.
"What the fuck?"
"Turn her rightside," came a voice from the dark.
The hoop rotated once, twice.
"Whoaa!" she screamed.
"Stop playing Ashlee!"
"Sorry, Big Sister." The wild ride came to a stop and Avril, after her head stopped spinning, finally got a clear look at her surroundings and at her captors. The former looked like a cross between an S&M dungeon and Frankenstein's lab, pliers, whips and handcuffs mixed in with retorts, vials of strange colored liquids and computer monitors. A short distance away was a surgical table with leather cuffs attached.
And there on her right was the owner of that mildly raspy (and she had to admit, if only to herself, disturbingly sexy) couldn't-sing-live-if-her-life-depended-on-it voice, Aslee Simpson, dressed in a black satin bustier with matching garterbelt, stockings, crotchless panties and knee-high leather boots. On her left was that other vocal irritant, Hilary Duff dressed the same but the bustier was made of white silk and, like her, carrying a riding crop.
But who was giving the orders? She hadn't recognized the voice. Someone had to be in charge of these two, they barely had the brains to dress themselves. Which admittedly made them smarter than Ashlee's sister Jessica.
Then from the darkness of the unseen side of the room came Hilary's sister Haylie, dressed like her subordinates but in red leather.
"I guess it's true what they say then," said Avril with a sneer. "The igly sister *is* the one with the brains."
Her defiance was cut short by a slash of pain across her shoulders as Ashlee swung her riding crop across them.
"Don't ever..."
"Ever..." continued Hilary, lashing her crop across the petite singer's small but shapely tits.
"Insult..." this time the pain came down the middle of her back.
"Our Big Sister..." accompanied by Hilary's small, hard fist punching into her stomach with surprising force.
"Ever..." now her tight little buttocks felt the lash.
"Again." finished Hilary, emphasizing her point by reahing down, grabbing a handfull of light brown pubic hair and yanking it out. This was the worst pain by far. Now Avril, who had been in more than one street fight, thought she knew what guys felt when she had kicked them in the nuts.
"Enough," said Hailie and both girls came to attention. She sauntered over to her prisoner. "After all, we have to teach her that a reward awaits her as well as punishment."
Avril was tempted to spit in her face but anger was now tempered by fear. Besides, she'd never had a personal beef with Haylie, she hadn't seemed important enough to jeer at. Maybe she was offering her a way out.
"What reward?"
"The same reward I gave my sweet little sister a long time ago." With that she placed the palm of her hand on Hilary's head and gently pushed her to her knees. Once down Hilary took her hand and began kissing and licking it like a dog.
"The same reward I gave dear Ashlee for coming to us with this idea for revenge. Of course, we had to settle the question of who was running things first, didn't we darling?" So saying she took Ashlee by her hair and gave it a vicious yank. To Avril's surprise Ashlee didn't fight back actually smiled, whispered, "Thank you Big Sister," and also sank to her knees.
"What reward?" asked Avril again in an apalled voice, fear starting to get the upper hand as she realized just how many sandwiches short of a picnic her captors were.
"To be my pet of course." With that Haylie took her captives, elfin-featured face between her hands, popped her mouth open and invaded it with her tongue. She tried to struggle by weakened by gas and the beating there wasn't much she could do.
And way, way back, in the part of the brain where anger, fear, pain and arousal were all linked together a spark was ignited. A tiny and deeply buried one but a spark nonetheless. And ignored by her concious mind though it was, it did not go out.
When Haylie broke off the kiss she did spit at her captor this time, to be saved from another beating only by the dominatrix's motioning a furious Hilary and Ashlee back.
"Good, a challenge," Haylie said smiling. Then she pulled Avril's head back by her hair and clamped her teeth down on the side of her neck chewing and sucking to leave her mark.
She stepped back and pulled a syringe out of her cleavage and then injected the contents into her captive's smooth white thight, bending down and kissing the injection mark afterwards.
"Noooo," moaned Avril as she swiftly lost conciousness.
***
She came back to awareness still tied up but this time horizontally, strapped to the surgical table she had noticed before. Standing over her with yet another syringe, this one being pulled out of her was Haylie. At the head and foot of the table respectively were Aslee and Hilary who seemed to have switched costumes because now Hilary was in black and Ashlee in white.
"What did you...?" Haylie stopped her with two fingers across her lips but not before Hilary started hopping up and down brandishing a foot long, stainless steel needle asking, "Can I stick her? Can I ?"
"No, no, we'll give her a pass until I explain the rules." Haylie looked down lovingly at her victim and said, "No talking without permission. If you want to ask a question you have to say 'Big Sister, may I?'"
"The hell withaah!" A sharp pain entered her thigh. She looked down to see Hilary pulling out the needle which she then licked clean of Avril's blood.
"You were bad!" pointed out Ashlee with a giggle.
"And you were punished. Now if you're good, you get a treat. Give her a treat Ashlee."
Ashlee came around the table, bent down and licked Avril's small pink nipple which hardened automatically. But it was more than that. She was feeling the other woman's lips and tongue with an intensity and detail she had never had before. In fact, she noticed it was that way with everything, the table underneath, even the air around her.
Haylie saw her reactions and smiled. "To answer your question, I gave you a drug of my own invention." As she said this, she climbed onto the table, straddling the smaller woman. "It enhances sensation, both good," she said, bending down and kissing Avril's inner thigh, "and bad." With that she gave a hard pinch to the same spot she had kissed. Both acts sent uncontrollable feelings soaring through her body both contradicting and complementing each other.
Avril was now faced with a dilemma. She hated the idea of playing Haylie's twisted game, and it *was* Haylie's game even if the original idea came from Hilary and Ashlee. But she couldn't stand bring hurt more than she already had and she wanted to keep her captor talking. Furthermore, although she still wasn't willing to admit it to herself, a small but growing part of her longed for the reward part of Haylie's reward/punishment system. While telling herself that she was just playing for time the toughgirl singer let the first crack show in her wall of defiance.
"Big Sister, may I?" she said through gritted teeth.
"Very good! Yes you may." Down came the soft sweet lips onto hers, so good, so nice. 'No! I can't let myself think like that!' she said to herself. But still the feeling lingered that all she had to do was give in and there'd be no more hurting, just sweet kisses and touches.
"You know that they'll be looking for me, don't you?"
"Oh yes," Haylie answered, her tone dismissive. "But you'll belong to me long before they find us and you'll tell them whatever I want you to."
Anger broke out. "The hell I will. Owww!" Anger retreated before pain, delivered to her big toe by Hilary and a pair of pliers.
Haylie was looming over her, crouched on all fours. She took her face between her hands, looking more sad then angry. "Stop fighting. I don't *want* to hurt you. That's Hilary and Aslee's gig because you said mean things about them. All you have to do to make it stop is to apologize to them and love me"
Avril suddenly had a huge, almost telepathic, epiphiny about what it had been like growing up as Hilary's older sister. pretty, but not pretty *enough*, talented, but not talented *enough* with everyone adoring her younger sister and forming a determination to *make* people love her, starting with the younger sibling that was the apple of everyone else's eye.
As she refocused she saw the hairy strip of Haylie's trimmed pussy hovering over her face.
"Eat me," the dominatrix commanded. She stubbornly kept her mouth shut. Both she and Haylie knew that this represented the psychological tipping point. If she obeyed now her total submission would be just a matter of time.
Her reward was a clamp on her nose forcing her to open her mouth to the other woman's grinding pussy. That and to have Hilary (or so she presumed since all she could see at this point was the pelvic area of her chief tormentor) start twisting back her fingers almost to the breaking point. But at the same time she felt Ashlee's lips (she presumed) and fingers licking and caressing their way up her legs causing her to tremble with pleasure at the same time that she writhed with pain so that the thin barrier between the two broke and she could no longer tell which was which, her only anchor to reality the woman above her, the voice demanding her love and loyalty and the moist, musky cunt grinding into her face. Her tongue flicked out in a tentative lick. Haylie gave out a moan above her.
And then the door to the dungeon burst open, flashbang grenades flew through the air and four women with guns rushed in. All three of Avril's captors screamed and threw up their hands. The apparent leader motioned the three women over to a corner while another undid Avril's bonds.
"Wait, aren't you..."
"Yeah, we're the Donnas," said their leader, Donna A. We supplement our musical careers with a bit of bounty hunting now and then. Besides, we took this job because we kinda like you even if you are a bit too pop."
"Okaaay then," Avril said, slipping behind them. For their part the Donnas were surprised at just who they had captured.
"Geez," commented Donna R. "These chicks can really hold a grudge."
"I guess. The press will go nuts."
"And maybe we'll actually get them to pay some attention to us."
Further conversation was stopped by the sound of a body hitting the floor behind them. They whirled around to see Avril holding a pair of industrial boltcutters and turning from the prone body of Donna F. to swing them at the head of Donna C.
"Are you *nuts*!?!" yelled Donna A. "We're rescuing you!"
Hilary and Ashlee took advantage of this turn of events and attacked while the rock-and-roll bounty hunters' attention was diverted. Soon the tables had turned and they were holding their erstwhile captors guns on them.
"Can we shoot them?" asked Hilary eagerly.
'Oh Hilary,' thought her sister to herself sadly, 'I did too good a job on you.' Aloud she said, "We don't kill our enemies, we make them love us."
"Even the fat one?" Hilary asked, pointing her gun at Donna F.
"We'll find *some* use for her."
"Besides," interrupted Ashlee, "these are tranq guns."
"Oh. Well then by all means, shoot them, handcuff them and put them in the holding cells." Her orders were of course immediately obeyed. While this was being done she turned her attention to her latest conquest who, at her look and smile, fell to her hands and knees and crawled to kiss the feet of her new goddess.
"You did very good and I have a special reward for you."
"Will I get to finish eating you?" the petite minx asked eagerly.
"Oh yes," answered Haylie, bracing herself against the wall and spreading her legs. "But more than that, I'm going to put you in charge of training our new sisters." The last words trailed off into a purr as Avril, eyes shimg with gratitude, started licking up and down her slit. "Mmmm, under my...oh, that's niiice, supervision of course."
Avril's previous resistance had been out of principle, not orientation. She had entertained lovers both male and female and proceeded to prove her experience by driving her new mistress up the wall both literally and figuratively.
"Oh! Oh fuck! Loveloveloveyou! Ohgod, yessss!!"
When she was done, Avril looked up smiling and asked, "Am I yours now?"
"Yes," was the gasping reply, "but there are still two things you must do to fully join our family."
***
"I'm okay, Matt, " Avril told her manager. "I just had a little...problem with all the pressure of touring. I guess I kind of pulled a Mariah. You'll have to cancel the rest of the tour. I'm doing some therapy time at a special clinic. I'll be in touch soon, okay?"
It took a bit more back and forth but thanks to her owner, in whose arms she nestled she had all the right answers. They had moved from the laboratory/dungeon to what could only be called a throne room with richly paneled oak walls and a plush white carpet. At one end was a huge oak chair with thick red velvet cushions. It was here, in Haylie's lap that Avril sat.
"Did I do good?" Avril asked. Her answer was a long slow kiss.
"Now just one thing more."
"What?"
"You have to make amends to Hilary and Ashlee for the mean things you said."
"What if I don't want to?" she asked peevishly.
She found herself abruptly thrown face down onto the floor. Before she could get up she felt a knee pushing savagely into her back and her head being pulled back by the hair.
"Ah! Please, Big Sister!"
"'Please, stop!' or 'Please, more!'?" was the mocking reply.
"I...I...." In truth the line between pain and joy had become so blurred she didn't know.
"You *like* the hurting, don't you?"
"I..." and finally, in a voice just above a whisper, "yes."
"Who owns you?" asked Haylie in a harsh voice
"You Big Sister!"
"Who do you love more than anything or anyone?"
"Ohhh, youuuuuu!"
"And you'll let your sisters Hilary and Ashlee do anything they want to you, won't you?" As she asked this, Haylie twisted her new slave's head around until Avril could hear her muscles and bones creaking with strain.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"B-Because I love them and I was bad to them."
"And?"
"Because I like the hurting!" This was said almost in a scream.
"Good." The dominatrix queen let go of her lover/victim and pulled her up as Ashlee and Hilary entered on cue. They had switched color schemes again, Hilary being back in her original white and Ashlee in black, which, Avril thought idly, complemented their respective hair colors better anyway.
She knew what was wanted of her. She got down on all fours in front of her new sisters.
"I'm sorry, so sorry. I know I was bad and will nevereverever do anything like that again I promise! Will you pleasepleaseplease forgive me?"
"We will..." Hilary said smiling.
"But not yet," finished Ashlee more sternly. Head bowed, Avril didn't notice that she was hiding something behind her back.
"First you have to do some things for us," said Hilary, gracefully arranging herself on the rug in front of Avril, legs spreading wide, "and to us" she finished with a giggle.
'Well *this* isn't so bad,' thought the young Canadian wench. She used her fingers to broaden the slot in Hilary's crotchless panties, then licked her tongue up and down her junior mistress' blond slit, savoring the taste of her juices and bringing sma;; purrs and whimpers in response.
'No, this isn't bad at...' "AAAH!" Her contented thoughts were cut short by a bolt of pain rammed up her ass. What Ashlee had been hiding was a large, stainless steel dildo which she had just introduced to Avril's rectum without benefit of lubricant. The sex slave's head jerked up from between Hilary's legs only to be firmly pushed downwards again. Tears streamed down her face as her bottom was painfully ravaged. But then a new sensation developed as Ashlee worked the fingers of her free hand in and out of Avril's pussy channel. As the dildo plunged faster and deeper and Ashlee's fingers found and started rubbing her clit her ind went blank under the onslaught of contradictory sensation. At the same time her tongue was driving Hilary into an orgasmic frenzy.
"Oh fuck, yes!! Good little bitch, goodgoodgooood!!!"
Watching all this on her throne was Haylie with the fingers of one hand playing with her dark pink nipples and the other thrusting three fingers furiously in and out of her pussy, which overflowed with cumcream. After cumming, she staggered over to her trio of pets and gave a long slow kiss to Ashlee who, having taken the dildo out of Avril had turned it on to vibrate and was using it on herself. Then she turned Avril over onto her back and licked the mingled tears and pussy juice off her face.
"Welcome, newest love."
"Thank you, my lady, my goddess, my sister," said Ashlee with a sigh.
***
Donna A's muscles had long ago passed the point of cramping when she heard footsteps coming down the corridor. Her hands had been cuffed together and then behind her back to a pair of shackles binding her ankles. Her cell was small, lightless and floored with cement.
The light came on, blinding her painfully. When her eyes adjusted she saw the traitor standing in the doorway, the woman who she and her bandmates had come to rescue. She wanted to throw herself at her throat but knew it would be useless. When she'd last seen her Avril had been as naked as she was now. Currently she was dressed like the rest of Haylie's pets in bustier, garter belt, stockings, crotchless panties and knee length boots but in deep blue velvet rather than interchangable black or white. Behind her was Haylie. Both carried riding crops.
"Bitch," growled Donna A. Her reward was a slash of the crop across her face.
"You will speak when spoken to, my sweet pet-to-be," said Haylie.
Listening to this and all that followed Avril's face was grim but inside she was smiling. She already knew the inevitible ending and was proud and happy to be assisting her new queen and goddess toward that end. Soon the greatest of all joys would belong to her would-be rescuers.
Soon, they too would love Big Sister.
Codes: FF, FFF, FFFF, BDSM, oral, anal nc-->c, drugs, brainwashing, F-Dom, F-mast, fant
Note: This happens back when Ashlee's hair was still dark. Why? Couse I like it better that way. :P
Celebs: Ashlee Simpson, Avril Lavigne, the Donnas (Donna A./Brett Anderson, Donna R./Allison Robertson, Donna F/Maya Ford, Conna C/Torry Castellano) (non-sexual roles), Haylie Duff, Hilary Duff
Sweet Revenge
She really should have realized something was wrong when she saw the limo. It wasn't her usual ride at all. But between exhaustion from the concert she'd just finshed giving and the half-Magnum of champagne she'd drunken afterwards her perceptions weren't exactly at their peak.
Still the closed sliding window should have tipped her off. She and Zack, her usual driver liked to chit-chat on the way to whatever hotel she was staying at. She also loved to tease him, occasionally flashing him even though he was twice her age. He certainly didn't seem to mind.
"Home James." Which was another small joke between them. Not only wasn't his name James but as a musician Avril Lavigne didn't really *have* a home to speak of.
The car started. then she heard a somewhat familiar and much disliked voice say "I'm not James," followed by a giggle. Another, equally disliked voice added "And don't call us Shirley either."
"Huh?" the first, high pitched, voice said.
"Old movie," replied the second, somewhat raspy voice.
"What the *hell* are you two bitches..." and then Avril heard a hissing sound and realized that she felt dizzier than the champagne could account for. Things went blurry and then dark.
***
She woke up feeling mildly sick. Everything looked very strange. Then she reaized that was because she was upside down. She looked around and saw that she was tied spreadeagle to a big metal hoop. She also noticed that she was stark raving nude.
"What the fuck?"
"Turn her rightside," came a voice from the dark.
The hoop rotated once, twice.
"Whoaa!" she screamed.
"Stop playing Ashlee!"
"Sorry, Big Sister." The wild ride came to a stop and Avril, after her head stopped spinning, finally got a clear look at her surroundings and at her captors. The former looked like a cross between an S&M dungeon and Frankenstein's lab, pliers, whips and handcuffs mixed in with retorts, vials of strange colored liquids and computer monitors. A short distance away was a surgical table with leather cuffs attached.
And there on her right was the owner of that mildly raspy (and she had to admit, if only to herself, disturbingly sexy) couldn't-sing-live-if-her-life-depended-on-it voice, Aslee Simpson, dressed in a black satin bustier with matching garterbelt, stockings, crotchless panties and knee-high leather boots. On her left was that other vocal irritant, Hilary Duff dressed the same but the bustier was made of white silk and, like her, carrying a riding crop.
But who was giving the orders? She hadn't recognized the voice. Someone had to be in charge of these two, they barely had the brains to dress themselves. Which admittedly made them smarter than Ashlee's sister Jessica.
Then from the darkness of the unseen side of the room came Hilary's sister Haylie, dressed like her subordinates but in red leather.
"I guess it's true what they say then," said Avril with a sneer. "The igly sister *is* the one with the brains."
Her defiance was cut short by a slash of pain across her shoulders as Ashlee swung her riding crop across them.
"Don't ever..."
"Ever..." continued Hilary, lashing her crop across the petite singer's small but shapely tits.
"Insult..." this time the pain came down the middle of her back.
"Our Big Sister..." accompanied by Hilary's small, hard fist punching into her stomach with surprising force.
"Ever..." now her tight little buttocks felt the lash.
"Again." finished Hilary, emphasizing her point by reahing down, grabbing a handfull of light brown pubic hair and yanking it out. This was the worst pain by far. Now Avril, who had been in more than one street fight, thought she knew what guys felt when she had kicked them in the nuts.
"Enough," said Hailie and both girls came to attention. She sauntered over to her prisoner. "After all, we have to teach her that a reward awaits her as well as punishment."
Avril was tempted to spit in her face but anger was now tempered by fear. Besides, she'd never had a personal beef with Haylie, she hadn't seemed important enough to jeer at. Maybe she was offering her a way out.
"What reward?"
"The same reward I gave my sweet little sister a long time ago." With that she placed the palm of her hand on Hilary's head and gently pushed her to her knees. Once down Hilary took her hand and began kissing and licking it like a dog.
"The same reward I gave dear Ashlee for coming to us with this idea for revenge. Of course, we had to settle the question of who was running things first, didn't we darling?" So saying she took Ashlee by her hair and gave it a vicious yank. To Avril's surprise Ashlee didn't fight back actually smiled, whispered, "Thank you Big Sister," and also sank to her knees.
"What reward?" asked Avril again in an apalled voice, fear starting to get the upper hand as she realized just how many sandwiches short of a picnic her captors were.
"To be my pet of course." With that Haylie took her captives, elfin-featured face between her hands, popped her mouth open and invaded it with her tongue. She tried to struggle by weakened by gas and the beating there wasn't much she could do.
And way, way back, in the part of the brain where anger, fear, pain and arousal were all linked together a spark was ignited. A tiny and deeply buried one but a spark nonetheless. And ignored by her concious mind though it was, it did not go out.
When Haylie broke off the kiss she did spit at her captor this time, to be saved from another beating only by the dominatrix's motioning a furious Hilary and Ashlee back.
"Good, a challenge," Haylie said smiling. Then she pulled Avril's head back by her hair and clamped her teeth down on the side of her neck chewing and sucking to leave her mark.
She stepped back and pulled a syringe out of her cleavage and then injected the contents into her captive's smooth white thight, bending down and kissing the injection mark afterwards.
"Noooo," moaned Avril as she swiftly lost conciousness.
***
She came back to awareness still tied up but this time horizontally, strapped to the surgical table she had noticed before. Standing over her with yet another syringe, this one being pulled out of her was Haylie. At the head and foot of the table respectively were Aslee and Hilary who seemed to have switched costumes because now Hilary was in black and Ashlee in white.
"What did you...?" Haylie stopped her with two fingers across her lips but not before Hilary started hopping up and down brandishing a foot long, stainless steel needle asking, "Can I stick her? Can I ?"
"No, no, we'll give her a pass until I explain the rules." Haylie looked down lovingly at her victim and said, "No talking without permission. If you want to ask a question you have to say 'Big Sister, may I?'"
"The hell withaah!" A sharp pain entered her thigh. She looked down to see Hilary pulling out the needle which she then licked clean of Avril's blood.
"You were bad!" pointed out Ashlee with a giggle.
"And you were punished. Now if you're good, you get a treat. Give her a treat Ashlee."
Ashlee came around the table, bent down and licked Avril's small pink nipple which hardened automatically. But it was more than that. She was feeling the other woman's lips and tongue with an intensity and detail she had never had before. In fact, she noticed it was that way with everything, the table underneath, even the air around her.
Haylie saw her reactions and smiled. "To answer your question, I gave you a drug of my own invention." As she said this, she climbed onto the table, straddling the smaller woman. "It enhances sensation, both good," she said, bending down and kissing Avril's inner thigh, "and bad." With that she gave a hard pinch to the same spot she had kissed. Both acts sent uncontrollable feelings soaring through her body both contradicting and complementing each other.
Avril was now faced with a dilemma. She hated the idea of playing Haylie's twisted game, and it *was* Haylie's game even if the original idea came from Hilary and Ashlee. But she couldn't stand bring hurt more than she already had and she wanted to keep her captor talking. Furthermore, although she still wasn't willing to admit it to herself, a small but growing part of her longed for the reward part of Haylie's reward/punishment system. While telling herself that she was just playing for time the toughgirl singer let the first crack show in her wall of defiance.
"Big Sister, may I?" she said through gritted teeth.
"Very good! Yes you may." Down came the soft sweet lips onto hers, so good, so nice. 'No! I can't let myself think like that!' she said to herself. But still the feeling lingered that all she had to do was give in and there'd be no more hurting, just sweet kisses and touches.
"You know that they'll be looking for me, don't you?"
"Oh yes," Haylie answered, her tone dismissive. "But you'll belong to me long before they find us and you'll tell them whatever I want you to."
Anger broke out. "The hell I will. Owww!" Anger retreated before pain, delivered to her big toe by Hilary and a pair of pliers.
Haylie was looming over her, crouched on all fours. She took her face between her hands, looking more sad then angry. "Stop fighting. I don't *want* to hurt you. That's Hilary and Aslee's gig because you said mean things about them. All you have to do to make it stop is to apologize to them and love me"
Avril suddenly had a huge, almost telepathic, epiphiny about what it had been like growing up as Hilary's older sister. pretty, but not pretty *enough*, talented, but not talented *enough* with everyone adoring her younger sister and forming a determination to *make* people love her, starting with the younger sibling that was the apple of everyone else's eye.
As she refocused she saw the hairy strip of Haylie's trimmed pussy hovering over her face.
"Eat me," the dominatrix commanded. She stubbornly kept her mouth shut. Both she and Haylie knew that this represented the psychological tipping point. If she obeyed now her total submission would be just a matter of time.
Her reward was a clamp on her nose forcing her to open her mouth to the other woman's grinding pussy. That and to have Hilary (or so she presumed since all she could see at this point was the pelvic area of her chief tormentor) start twisting back her fingers almost to the breaking point. But at the same time she felt Ashlee's lips (she presumed) and fingers licking and caressing their way up her legs causing her to tremble with pleasure at the same time that she writhed with pain so that the thin barrier between the two broke and she could no longer tell which was which, her only anchor to reality the woman above her, the voice demanding her love and loyalty and the moist, musky cunt grinding into her face. Her tongue flicked out in a tentative lick. Haylie gave out a moan above her.
And then the door to the dungeon burst open, flashbang grenades flew through the air and four women with guns rushed in. All three of Avril's captors screamed and threw up their hands. The apparent leader motioned the three women over to a corner while another undid Avril's bonds.
"Wait, aren't you..."
"Yeah, we're the Donnas," said their leader, Donna A. We supplement our musical careers with a bit of bounty hunting now and then. Besides, we took this job because we kinda like you even if you are a bit too pop."
"Okaaay then," Avril said, slipping behind them. For their part the Donnas were surprised at just who they had captured.
"Geez," commented Donna R. "These chicks can really hold a grudge."
"I guess. The press will go nuts."
"And maybe we'll actually get them to pay some attention to us."
Further conversation was stopped by the sound of a body hitting the floor behind them. They whirled around to see Avril holding a pair of industrial boltcutters and turning from the prone body of Donna F. to swing them at the head of Donna C.
"Are you *nuts*!?!" yelled Donna A. "We're rescuing you!"
Hilary and Ashlee took advantage of this turn of events and attacked while the rock-and-roll bounty hunters' attention was diverted. Soon the tables had turned and they were holding their erstwhile captors guns on them.
"Can we shoot them?" asked Hilary eagerly.
'Oh Hilary,' thought her sister to herself sadly, 'I did too good a job on you.' Aloud she said, "We don't kill our enemies, we make them love us."
"Even the fat one?" Hilary asked, pointing her gun at Donna F.
"We'll find *some* use for her."
"Besides," interrupted Ashlee, "these are tranq guns."
"Oh. Well then by all means, shoot them, handcuff them and put them in the holding cells." Her orders were of course immediately obeyed. While this was being done she turned her attention to her latest conquest who, at her look and smile, fell to her hands and knees and crawled to kiss the feet of her new goddess.
"You did very good and I have a special reward for you."
"Will I get to finish eating you?" the petite minx asked eagerly.
"Oh yes," answered Haylie, bracing herself against the wall and spreading her legs. "But more than that, I'm going to put you in charge of training our new sisters." The last words trailed off into a purr as Avril, eyes shimg with gratitude, started licking up and down her slit. "Mmmm, under my...oh, that's niiice, supervision of course."
Avril's previous resistance had been out of principle, not orientation. She had entertained lovers both male and female and proceeded to prove her experience by driving her new mistress up the wall both literally and figuratively.
"Oh! Oh fuck! Loveloveloveyou! Ohgod, yessss!!"
When she was done, Avril looked up smiling and asked, "Am I yours now?"
"Yes," was the gasping reply, "but there are still two things you must do to fully join our family."
***
"I'm okay, Matt, " Avril told her manager. "I just had a little...problem with all the pressure of touring. I guess I kind of pulled a Mariah. You'll have to cancel the rest of the tour. I'm doing some therapy time at a special clinic. I'll be in touch soon, okay?"
It took a bit more back and forth but thanks to her owner, in whose arms she nestled she had all the right answers. They had moved from the laboratory/dungeon to what could only be called a throne room with richly paneled oak walls and a plush white carpet. At one end was a huge oak chair with thick red velvet cushions. It was here, in Haylie's lap that Avril sat.
"Did I do good?" Avril asked. Her answer was a long slow kiss.
"Now just one thing more."
"What?"
"You have to make amends to Hilary and Ashlee for the mean things you said."
"What if I don't want to?" she asked peevishly.
She found herself abruptly thrown face down onto the floor. Before she could get up she felt a knee pushing savagely into her back and her head being pulled back by the hair.
"Ah! Please, Big Sister!"
"'Please, stop!' or 'Please, more!'?" was the mocking reply.
"I...I...." In truth the line between pain and joy had become so blurred she didn't know.
"You *like* the hurting, don't you?"
"I..." and finally, in a voice just above a whisper, "yes."
"Who owns you?" asked Haylie in a harsh voice
"You Big Sister!"
"Who do you love more than anything or anyone?"
"Ohhh, youuuuuu!"
"And you'll let your sisters Hilary and Ashlee do anything they want to you, won't you?" As she asked this, Haylie twisted her new slave's head around until Avril could hear her muscles and bones creaking with strain.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"B-Because I love them and I was bad to them."
"And?"
"Because I like the hurting!" This was said almost in a scream.
"Good." The dominatrix queen let go of her lover/victim and pulled her up as Ashlee and Hilary entered on cue. They had switched color schemes again, Hilary being back in her original white and Ashlee in black, which, Avril thought idly, complemented their respective hair colors better anyway.
She knew what was wanted of her. She got down on all fours in front of her new sisters.
"I'm sorry, so sorry. I know I was bad and will nevereverever do anything like that again I promise! Will you pleasepleaseplease forgive me?"
"We will..." Hilary said smiling.
"But not yet," finished Ashlee more sternly. Head bowed, Avril didn't notice that she was hiding something behind her back.
"First you have to do some things for us," said Hilary, gracefully arranging herself on the rug in front of Avril, legs spreading wide, "and to us" she finished with a giggle.
'Well *this* isn't so bad,' thought the young Canadian wench. She used her fingers to broaden the slot in Hilary's crotchless panties, then licked her tongue up and down her junior mistress' blond slit, savoring the taste of her juices and bringing sma;; purrs and whimpers in response.
'No, this isn't bad at...' "AAAH!" Her contented thoughts were cut short by a bolt of pain rammed up her ass. What Ashlee had been hiding was a large, stainless steel dildo which she had just introduced to Avril's rectum without benefit of lubricant. The sex slave's head jerked up from between Hilary's legs only to be firmly pushed downwards again. Tears streamed down her face as her bottom was painfully ravaged. But then a new sensation developed as Ashlee worked the fingers of her free hand in and out of Avril's pussy channel. As the dildo plunged faster and deeper and Ashlee's fingers found and started rubbing her clit her ind went blank under the onslaught of contradictory sensation. At the same time her tongue was driving Hilary into an orgasmic frenzy.
"Oh fuck, yes!! Good little bitch, goodgoodgooood!!!"
Watching all this on her throne was Haylie with the fingers of one hand playing with her dark pink nipples and the other thrusting three fingers furiously in and out of her pussy, which overflowed with cumcream. After cumming, she staggered over to her trio of pets and gave a long slow kiss to Ashlee who, having taken the dildo out of Avril had turned it on to vibrate and was using it on herself. Then she turned Avril over onto her back and licked the mingled tears and pussy juice off her face.
"Welcome, newest love."
"Thank you, my lady, my goddess, my sister," said Ashlee with a sigh.
***
Donna A's muscles had long ago passed the point of cramping when she heard footsteps coming down the corridor. Her hands had been cuffed together and then behind her back to a pair of shackles binding her ankles. Her cell was small, lightless and floored with cement.
The light came on, blinding her painfully. When her eyes adjusted she saw the traitor standing in the doorway, the woman who she and her bandmates had come to rescue. She wanted to throw herself at her throat but knew it would be useless. When she'd last seen her Avril had been as naked as she was now. Currently she was dressed like the rest of Haylie's pets in bustier, garter belt, stockings, crotchless panties and knee length boots but in deep blue velvet rather than interchangable black or white. Behind her was Haylie. Both carried riding crops.
"Bitch," growled Donna A. Her reward was a slash of the crop across her face.
"You will speak when spoken to, my sweet pet-to-be," said Haylie.
Listening to this and all that followed Avril's face was grim but inside she was smiling. She already knew the inevitible ending and was proud and happy to be assisting her new queen and goddess toward that end. Soon the greatest of all joys would belong to her would-be rescuers.
Soon, they too would love Big Sister.