Kylie is Claimed

As Holly moved towards the entrance to greet Kylie, a portly, somewhat old fashioned looking middle aged man in a brown suit, with a fairly obvious hairpiece and overly groomed moustache, walked past her in the other direction. So that was going to be Kylie's master? To put it mildly, her youngest cousin was not going to take this well.

"This had better be important Holly, I had plans for this afternoon" Kylie complained as she walked right past her cousin and into the main room where the others were waiting keenly for her arrival.

Naturally, it didn't take long for Kylie to figure out that something was very wrong, and that the family curse had to be behind it. Her oldest sister was naked and sitting happily on the lap of some sleazy looking older guy. Her middle sister was also nude, and bouncing around the room while acting like a monkey in truly humiliating style. Her cousin had got phone out and was now filming Kylie.

"Holly, what the fuck?" Kylie yelled before turning to Professor Jarvis and his cohorts "Listen, if you fat, creepy cunts don't let my sisters, my cousin and me go immediately I will get people over here who will fuck your ugly old asses up within the hour, and I'm not even kidding"

The men turned to each other and laughed, almost as if this outburst made what was about to happen all the more enjoyable.

"This is Kylie, she is cursed and you are the first man without your own **** to find out about it, so she is all yours. Now, kindly get your pet under control" Professor Jarvis demanded with a sneer as he turned to Kylie's new Master.

"Of course. Kylie, you will never speak again without my express permission, which I don't think I shall be granting often" the man with the moustache chuckled cruelly.

Kylie's eyes were still raging but she fell silent, basically a mute now. It was starting to hit her just how hopeless her situation was, and that all her years of getting her own way nearly all of the time might be coming to an abrupt end.

"Good, now Kylie, I want you to do the same as your sisters and remove all of your clothes. But I would like you to do it in the style of a sexy strip tease. And once you have finished I want you to walk over to me, kneel at my feet, and present me with your panties as a permanent reminder of the day you became my possession"

The men all laughed and leered as Kylie began stripping to silence (aside from the ape noises Ellie was still making and the mocking and whooping of the Masters) as if she were on stage in a seedy club. Eventually she was down to just her panties which, after teasingly threatening to take them off before going back to dancing topless a few times, she eventually peeled from her body. She then strode over to her Master, sank down to her knees, bowed her head, and held up her black, lacy underwear as if it were a religious offering. Her Master gladly accepted them, giving Kylie's panties a good sniff before stroking the hair of the girl who was kneeling in front of him.

"Thank you Kylie or, should I say, Fuckslut, which will be your name from now on and which you will respond to commands when spoken. You shall remain where you are until I say otherwise"

"Delightful" the man with Melanie on his lap smiled approvingly "So what happens now, Professor?"

"You are each free to take your respective slaves home to do with as you wish" Professor Jarvis told his associates "All I ask is that you make Melanie, Ellie and Fuckslut available for all society performances and demonstrations and, if you are happy with what you have received today, that you make a suitable donation to our cause. As mentioned before I will be using my ****, among other things, to track down as many of her relatives as possible. I have a sense that, after tomorrows demonstration, all of our members are going to want a cursed **** girl of their own. And I see no reason why any of them should be denied."