Hilary is punished, and Brandi is used

In the dungeon below the manor, Hilary Duff lay naked on her back on a narrow bench, her head supported by a thick leather wedge. Her legs had been bent, and two thick leather straps on each leg kept her calves and the backs of her thighs pressed together. On top of her, naked as well, was Nina Agdal. The two were placed in a 69 with their arms wrapped and cuffed around the others’ bodies. They both lapped and sucked at one another’s pussies as Jessica circled them.

The young blonde dominatrix was dressed in a black leather bikini with dark pink accents, paired with a pair of black leather thigh-high boots featuring platform heels. She had her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and in her right hand, she carried a black leather single-tailed whip that was just long enough to reach the ground. “That’s right, bitches, eat,” she said as she watched the former model and the former singer/actress eat each other out. With a smile on her face, she ran her hand up Nina’s spine, making the Danish beauty quiver and break out in goosebumps. “Remember you two, whoever makes the other cum first gets to taste my pussy, the one that cums first, well…” she stopped mid-sentence and let it hang there for a few seconds before snapping the whip against the floor of the dungeon. Both Nina and Hilary tensed at the loud crack of the whip that seemed to echo through the dungeon forever. Both understood the threat and began to eat each other out more enthusiastically. Each was clearly **** to make the other cum first.

As she watched her two celebrity crushes race to make the other cum, she heard the beep that signaled the code to unlock the dungeon door sound just before she heard the heavy thunk of the magnetic lock as it disengaged. When she looked toward the door, it swung open, and Emily walked into the dungeon. She was dressed in a light blue Nike tee shirt with white lettering, shorts, faded denim shorts, and black and white sneakers. Emily looked over at Jessica and smiled as she made her way over.

“Hey, Sweetie, whatcha doin’?” Emily asked as she joined Jessica beside Hilary and Nina.

“Having these two sluts eat one another out. Whover makes the other cum first gets to eat me out.”

“Oooh, and what about the loser?” Jessica smiled at Emily and answered her question by again snapping the whip against the dungeon floor. The effect was instant, with Nina and Hilary tightening their grips on one another and pulling the other’s pussy closer as they tried desperately to reach deeper into the other woman with their tongues. “I was planning on having some fun with Brandi, if you don’t mind having an audience, that can wait.”

“Of course you can watch,” Jessica said with a slight laugh before kissing one of her two girlfriends.

The two stood by Nina and Hilary, watching and waiting. It was not a long wait before both women were moaning and writhing in pleasure. Each grasped at the other, trying to pull her in closer, trying to get her tongue just a fraction of an inch deeper, to apply more pressure on the other woman’s clit with her nose. Prideful smiles crossed Jessica and Emily’s faces as they held hands and watched the two enslaved celebrities. Finally, as both were maoning and mewling in desperation, Hilary’s moans became a muffled scream as her legs flailed as much as her bondage allowed, and her hips shot off the bench.

Emily began to undo Nina’s bondage and helped her up from Hilary’s embrace as Jessica went over to where he four thrones sat and pulled down her bikini bottoms. She sat on one of the thrones with her legs spread, eagerly awaiting Nina’s tongue and lips. “Come claim your prize, Nina,” she said as she motioned for Nina to approach with her index finger.

“Yes, Mistress Jessica,” the former model said as she lowered herself to her hands and knees. She crawled over to the dais, climbed up onto it, buried her face between Jessica’s legs, and began to gently kiss her inner thighs, slowly working her way toward the blonde teen’s neatly trimmed pussy.

“Mmm, yeah, you know what I like, don’t you, Nina?” Jessica purred in pleasure as Nina began to lightly trace her tongue around her labia. After several slow laps, Nina closed her lips around Jessica’s clit and lightly sucked on it before slowly licking up and down her glistening slit. She then swirled her tongue around Jessica’s clit before plunging it into her pussy. Once her tongue was inside of her mistress, Nina wriggled her tongue, swirled in clockwise and counter-clockwise, then shook her head back and forth, hitting every sensitive spot Jessica had with her tongue and teasing her clit with her nose.

Emily smiled as Jessica’s moans of pleasure grew louder. She grabbed a handful of Nina’s long, light brown hair and wrapped her legs around the former model’s neck. “Enjoy yourself, Sweetie,” she said as she bent down and kissed her forehead. “I’m going to go have some fun with my dear sister. Jessica nodded and watched as Emily walked up to one of the guards and quietly gave her some instructions before leaving the dungeon.

Jessica shuddered with pleasure as Nina’s tongue danced over a particular sensitive spot deep in her pussy. She tightened her grip and pulled the model in. Nina began to **** the sensitive spot by swirling her tongue over it as she shook her head while pressing down on Jessica’s clit as hard as she could with the nose.

“Fuck yes, Nina! Right there! Right there! Make your mistress cum!” Jessica cried out in orgasmic bliss as she rocked her hips, seeking more and more contact from the model’s skilled lips and tongue. As she came down from her orgasmic high, she noticed the guard Emily had spoken with emerge from the room where they kept an expansive selection of clothing for their slaves to wear and fulfill nearly any fantasy. She was carrying a short silver metallic skirt and a matching half-bra, which were tucked under her arm. In one hand, she carried a pair of knee-high boots made of the same silver metallic material, and in the other a chainlink leash with a looped leather handle. The guard opened the door to the Harem Room, stepped in, and closed it behind her. Jessica then turned her attention to two other guards. “Would one of you mind taking Nina here back into the Harem Room and bringing Elsa out here, and the other, please secure Hilary to the whipping post for me?”

“Yes, Mistress Jessica,” they replied together. One of the guards came over and took Nina by the arm, helped her to her feet, and then led her toward the Harem Room. The other guard undid the leather straps around Hilary’s legs and pulled her to her feet, then **** her to the whipping post.

“Mistress Jessica, please!” she screamed, but did not fight as the guard secured her wrists into the overhead cuffs that were attached to the whipping post. “I tried, please! Please have mercy!” she continued as the guard secured her ankles into the spreader bar that was also attached to the whipping post.

Jessica pulled up her leather bikini bottoms, picked up the whip that she had set by her throne, and walked over to Hilary. “I know you did, and to be fair,” she said as she gently stroked Hilary’s long blonde hair. “Nina has been here longer, she’s been used more, and she has my whore of a mother to practice on. It’s understandable then that she’d be better than you at eating pussy.” Jessica couldn’t help but smile when she saw Hilary visibly relax. “I promise we’ll get you up to speed, maybe I’ll pick a girlfriend out for you. Taking all that into account, I’d say twelve lashes is fair.”

“Mistress Jessica, please!”

“Shh,” Jessica said as she pressed her finger to Hilary’s lips. “You're going to be whipped, as promised, and that is that.”

Before anything else could be said, two guards emerged from the Harem Room. The first led Brandi through the door to the dungeon and up the stairs to the main house. The other led Elsa Jean to Jessica, her stiletto heels clicking rhythmically. The former porn star was dressed in a betal bikini top that looked to be made of white gold, as was the waistband that held up her long, sheer red loincloth, and the collar around her neck with her name spelled out in rubies. When they stopped, Elsa knelt, even before the guard gave the downward tug on her leash.

“How may I serve you, Mistress Jessica?”

“Yes, Elsa. I want you to work more closely with Hilary on pussy eating.”

“I would be happy to do that for you, Mistress Jessica.”

“I think she needs a girlfriend to practice on as much as possible, I think she and…” Jessica began, pausing for effect. “Lizzie would make an excellent choice. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, Mistress Jessica. I think they would be wonderful together.”

“Good, now pay attention. If I don’t see improvement in Hilary’s technique in a couple of weeks, you’ll get double what she’s going to get.”

“Yes, Mistress Jessica,” Elsa said, nervousness just creeping into her tone as she watched Jessica move to Hilary, divide her hair, and place it in front of her shoulders.

“Count them, Hilary,” Jessica said as she took a couple of steps back. She held the whip above her head, moved her arm in a circle, then, with a quick snap of her wrist, sent the whip into Hilary’s ass with a resounding crack.

“One! Mistress Jessica!” Hilary screamed as her body involuntarily tensed and jerked in response to the searing pain caused by the whip. The second lash fell almost as soon as Hilary had finished speaking, only on the opposite cheek. “Two! Mistress Jessica!” she cried out as tears welled in her eyes. Jessica paused for a few seconds, allowing Hilary a brief rest before delivering the next two lashes to the backs of her upper thighs. “Four! Mistress Jessica!” Hilary screamed through her sobs. Her tears were flowing freely, and her nose had already begun to run. Her lower and upper backs were the next targets. The final four lashes came fast, almost one after another, and were precisely at the fleshiest part of Hilary’s ass.

Meanwhile, Emily was in a room in the Play Building waiting for her sister to be brought to her. She stood in a room with a metallic black floor and walls lit by bright LED strips along the base of the walls and along the black metallic ceiling. Around the room were futuristic versions of many of the same bondage devices in the dungeon. Emily was dressed in a silver catsuit that hugged her slender, attractive form like a second skin, accentuating every curve perfectly. She had paired the catsuit with a pair of thigh-high black leather boots with a clear square heel. She stood looking out of a window that looked out onto the black void of space, and Earth itself. The sound of the door hissing slightly as it slowly slid open caught her attention, and she turned to face the guard she had spoken to in the dungeon, bringing in Brandi, who was now dressed in the silver half-bra, skirt, and stiletto-heeled boots.

“Is this the so-called,” Emily began, but paused to sarcastically chuckle, “princess of this primitive mudball of a world?”

“Yes, Your Majesty, she is known among her people as Brandi,” the guard said, playing her brief part in Emily’s latest fantasy.

Emily strode over and grabbed hold of Brandi’s leash near her collar. “Thank you, guard, leave us.”

“As you wish, Queen Emily,” the guard said before leaving.

“I am going to enjoy having you as my ****,” Emily said, giving her older sister’s leash a hard tug, pulling her closer. She then led her through the room until she stood under a rectangular piece of metal. When Brandi looked up at it, she realized it looked like a small stockade, only lacking the central hole for a captive’s head. Around each of the two holes that would be left when the two pieces of metal were slid together were rings of LED light. “Hands up,” Emily said, her tone commanding and unyielding.

“Yes, Mistress,” Brandi said without hesitation as she placed her hands in the openings. Emily then slid the two pieces of metal together and locked them, trapping Brandi in place.

“Keep your legs spread,” Emily said as she nudged Brandi’s feet apart. She then went to a rack and selected a short, wide, and thick black leather strap with a chrom handle. “To serve in my harem, you’ll need to be able to take pain,” Emily said as she pressed one of the broad sides of the leather strap against the underside of Brandi’s chin.

Without saying another word, Emily stepped around Brandi until she was behind her and began to deliver lashes with the strap to Brandi’s ass, using a moderate amount of **** she knew would sting, but not cause severe pain. With each lash, she would look around to Brandi’s face, as if studying her reaction to the sting of the supple leather as it met her tender flesh.

After eighteen lashes, Emily knelt behind Brandi and began to lightly press on her now bright red ass with the tips of her fingers. “Is this tender?” Emily asked in a sing-song tone.

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied in a slight whine.

“Slaves that suffer for me are often rewarded,” Emily said as she stood and circled back in front of Brandi. As she finished speaking, she placed the side of her index finger under Brandi’s chin and her thumb on her chin before pulling her into a passionate kiss. Emily went to a control panel on the wall and pressed a button. When she did, two chains dropped slowly from the ceiling. At the end of each was a sling lined with soft faux fur. Emily lifted each of Brani’s legs into one of the slings, leaving her hanging from the ceiling with her legs spread.

With Brandi as she desired, Emily went to a bare section of the smooth, black metal wall and pressed on it. When she did, a small drawer popped out of the wall, and Emily took out an eight-inch-long vibrator that was pink in color with a chrome finish. With a smile, Emily turned on the vibrator and slowly walked back over to Brandi. “Oh fuck,” Brandi said through a gasp as Emily pressed the side of the vibrator along Brandi’s slit, and began to slowly drag it up and down. Despite its relatively small size, the vibrator was surprisingly powerful.

Within minutes, Brandi tilted her head back and moaned in pleasure as she bit her bottom lip. Her body went on autopilot as her toes curled, her ankles began to flex, and she moved her hips in time with Emily’s movements. “Uh-uh-uh,” Emily said chidingly as she pulled the vibrator away before Brandi could go over the edge. “That was just a taste.” Emily quickly released Brandi from her bondage and led her over to a bondage table made of chrome with a clear plastic top with a series of dimly lit LEDs inside of it. “If you want pleasure, you have to give it first,” Emily said as she undid the hidden snaps that allowed her to open the crotch flap of her catsuit, then sat on the edge of the table with her legs spread. “Eat me.”

Brandi didn’t reply, but before she even realized it, she had dropped to her hands and knees and crawled the short distance to her younger sister. Her mouth watered as the thick aroma of Emily’s arousal filled her nose. She leaned in and began to lightly trace around Emily’s labia with the tip of her tongue. Once her clit emerged from its hood, Brndi closed her lips around the sensitive nub and began to suck gently. When Emily softly moaned, she began to run her fingers through Brandi’s long brown hair. Brandi slipped her tongue into Emily’s pussy, quickly hitting all of her younger sister’s sensitive spots. She repeated the process over and over again, and each time Emily’s moans of pleasure grew louder.

“Fuck yes,” Emily said in a low gutteral growl as she bucked her hips against her sister’s skilled tongue. “I love getting a **** who already knows her way around a pussy. Make me cum, and I’ll give you a treat.” Brandi replied by picking up the pace and applying a bit more pressure with her tongue. She pressed her tongue hard against Emily’s G-spot, and shook her head back and forth quickly, simultaneously stimulating her G-spot with her tongue and her clit with her nose. The result was nearly instantaneous. Emily through her head back and shrieked in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave.

“Did I please you, Mistress?” Brandi asked, trying to act nervous and unsure.

“Yes, and you’ve earned yourself a very special treat,” Emily said with a predatory smile. “Come.”

Brandi followed behind Emily as her younger sister held onto her leash. She was taken to a wooden box that stood a little over three feet tall, about three feet wide, and about four feet deep. One side of the box was a cage door made of intersecting steel bars. Brandi’s heart raced with fear at the thought of being put into the box for whatever Emily had planned next. As they got closer, however, she noticed that two leather cuffs were attached to the top of the box, one on each end, and bolted directly to the center of the top of the box was a short chain.

“Bend over,” Emily said as she half-guided and half-**** Brandi to bend over the box. She then clipped the chain to the D-ring at the front of Brandi’s collar, replacing the leash, and placed her wrists in the soft leather cuffs. “Are you ready for your reward?” she asked as she stroked Brandi’s cheek.

“Yes, please, Mistress.” Emily smiled at her bound sister before leaving her and going to a large black metal cabinet, its doors lined with thin LED light strips casting bright pink light that sharply, yet beautifully, contrasted with the cabinet. Brandi watched as Emily opened the cabinet and took out a silvery colored strap-on harness with a large, clear plastic dildo attached to it. Emily stepped into the harness and secured it around her hips. As soon as she did, Brandi’s eyes went wide in surprise. As if it had somehow sensed being put in place, the clear plastic dildo suddenly filled with what looked like pink smoke that constantly rolled inside the dildo, and every couple of seconds, the dildo would pulse with dim pink light.

“This,” Emily said as she stroked the dildo as if it were the real thing while she walked over to Brandi, “is your mistress’s very special dildo. I use it to reward my slaves for their very best behavior and efforts in providing me with pleasure.” Brandi couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation as Emily moved behind her. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt Emily use her index and middle fingers of one hand to separate her labia, then felt her other index finger glide along her inner folds. “Eating pussy certainly makes you wet,” Emily said with a slight chuckle as she stood and gave Brandi a playful swat on the ass. “That is good. The hardest thing about training a **** is getting her to enjoy pleasing me.”

Brandi let out a breath as she felt the head of the dildo glide along her entrance as Emily prepared to fuck her, something that Brandi now felt no shame in being used to and even craving. Without warning, a wave of intense pleasure washed over her body without the dildo even penetrating her, and making her moan loudly and instinctively try to push her hips back into the source of pleasure. Another couple of seconds later, another wave of pleasure washed over her as Emily continued to tease her entrance, and her body acted accordingly. Despite the pleasure that was now fogging her brain, she gasped in realization. “The light pulses, how?” she asked, not even realizing she had spoken aloud until she heard Emily laugh.

“A lovely bit of Alia’s magic. I really should talk to your other mistresses and see if we can’t come up with some kind of reward for that genie,” she said as she slowly pushed her hips forward, driving the dildo into Brandi’s pussy. When her hips met Emily’s, she gently grabbed her hips and began to thrust at a moderate pace.

After a few minutes of this, and enjoying the pleasure the pulsing light directed to her clit, Emily suddenly picked up the pace. Brandi's moans intensified, her body rocking rhythmically against her sister's hips and the box with each thrust. The pulsations from the clear dildo worked in tandem with Emily's thrusts, sending Brandi's pleasure to new heights. Her orgasm built up inside her, a raging fire quickly consuming every thought in her mind.

"That's it, sis," Emily cooed in her ear, her breath hot and ragged. "Cum for me. Let your mistress know how good it feels."

Brandi's world exploded. She screamed out her climax as her pussy clenched around the intruding dildo, her body shuddering violently. Emily, sensing her release, mooshing her hips hard against her, grinding their bodies together as she too reached her peak, crying out in ecstasy.

Panting heavily, Emily finally pulled out of her sister, the now-glowing dildo leaving Brandi with a sense of loss.

"That was amazing," Brandi said, her voice still shaky from her orgasm. "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, my pet," Emily purred, stroking her hair lovingly. "I'm glad you enjoyed your reward."

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Another whore is used by a guest. Which whore? Feel free to suggest any details you'd like to see.

B) Jessica visits Ariana in the stables.

C) Eden decides to turn one of her castmates into her pony ****. Which castmate?

D) Elsa sees to Hilary's private training.

E) Alura deals with a guest complaint. Which whore is harshly punished? Feel free to suggest potential punishments.

F) The fall semester begins for Jessica, Emily, and Eden at USC. The girls begin to scout for potential new slaves.

G) Something else. What?