Making new friends

You put your pants back on and clean yourself up a little after debasing your sister's mouth. She, instead, remains sitting on the floor wearing the evidence, a mix of cum and spit, on her chest. The only you did to her was gag her again.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Will Bardot," the man who helped you with your sister says, extending his hand to you.

"Nice to meet you, too. I am Iker Urrutia", you respond.

"Urrutia?" he says, intrigued. "I know a Spaniard called Julen Urrutia. I did some business with him, with one of his software companies. Are you related?"

"Yes. He is my father."

What a surprise! To find another wealthy man here in the VIP lounge area is no surprise. But one that worked with your father in the past is another thing.

"I knew the old man had a son. But I didn't know about any daughter", he says, looking at your sister, who is still catching her breath.

"Yeah. My parents are very ashamed to have a dyke daughter," you said, patting your sister's head. "They are very religious, so they don't like that she hasn't become a traditional housewife."

"Is that your daughter? That Latina teen." You ask, giving a good look to his native girl.

"She is a redskin, actually. But yes, she is my daughter. Say hi to our new friends", Will commands her, pulling her leash.

"Mmmm yo..sirmmm...", she comically responds, trying to talk. But just like my sister, she is also gagged.

"I don't think she can talk," you laugh.

She is gagged, leashed, and has her hands cuffed behind her back, like your sister. She also wears some chains around her exposed breasts and her waist, including two chains connecting her gag to metal clamps attached to her nipples. She has a big black blindfold on her face, not allowing her to see anything that happened. Although she is wearing some lingerie, her father has left her panties at the height of her hips, not allowing her to cover anything.

You see many bruises all around her body, clearly indicating that she has already been beaten into submission. She is not crying, but she has marks on her face of having cried so much that it seems no tears are left in her eyes. The last you notice is cum dripping from her cunt from being **** here in front of everyone. In fact, it seems there is some blood mixed with the cum, indicating that she was a virgin a few minutes before, and this has been the first **** she had received from her father. The first of many to come, you are sure.

"Nice to meet you...sir", she reluctantly said once her father removed her gag and blindfold.

"Why don't you tell him what day is today, sweetheart?" her father asks.

"Today... is my birthday..."

"Congratulations, Pocahontas!" You praise her. "How old are you?"

"That's not my name. My name is..." She tries to complain, but her father interrupts her, slapping her face. "I'm Sorry."

"This Sir has given you a cute nickname. Be grateful," he scolds her, slapping her again.

"I'm sorry, Daddy...I'm sorry, Sir..." She apologized, wanting to cry but unable to because she had already cried so much today. "Thank you, Sir. I turned 18 years old today, Sir."

"That is great, Pocahontas! You're so lucky to turn 18 years old today. Did you enjoy your first ****?" You ask her.

"I....I...," she tries to answer but stops, looking at her father, realizing that she better give an answer he approves."Yes, Sir. I love how my Daddy treats me." She doesn't believe her words yet, but she knows it will at least please her father.

"Why don't you thank him then? Not all fathers can reward their daughter with a ****, you know."

"But...that...You are right, Sir. Thank you, Daddy, for...for...**** me," she obeys you, looking at her father while doing it.

"Everything for my princess," Will said, petting her head. "Maybe your sister should thank you too." He continues, pointing at Leire.

"You are right. Sis, do what he said", you command your sister, removing her gag.

"What... Do you expect me to say..." She respond, perplexed.

"I can shock you again until you say it. Or slap you. Or maybe both."

"No! Don't shock me! Brother.. thank...thank you... for...**** me," she reluctantly obeys. "Happy now mmmmm?" She tries to complain, but you interrupt her, gagging her again.

"Sir? Is she White?" Pocahontas asks, surprised at your sister's skin color. "I thought the laws were for other races like me."

"She could be white, but she is a dyke," her father corrected her.

"Yeah. My dear sister could have all her rights if she didn't choose to become a disgusting dyke", you laughed.

You realize that even a Minority girl like this redskin is upset watching a dyke like your sister. She doesn't seem to like her despite both sharing the same fate.

"You can insult her if you want," you tell her. "Tell her what you think about dykes."

"You...you are...a lesbian. You are a bad person and... and enjoy... licking pussies...of good girls...like me."

Will and you laugh at her lame tantrum. "Common, dear. Be more aggressive with her..."

"You are... a disgusting dyke! I hate you! You were born White! You could have rights like other Whites! I was **** into this for being born with my skin color, but you choose all of this yourself! Unlike me, you have a choice...but you throw away your rights to become a disgusting dyke! You deserve this!"

What a surprise! She has let out all her hatred for what is happening to her, directing it towards your sister. Your sister is perplexed, but now she is starting to understand she won't receive sympathy, not even from other Minority women. Those women will see in her a White Woman who could keep all the rights they lose, but she can't due to her life choices.

"Fucking dyke," she continues, spitting on your sister's face.

"That is enough!" Her father scolded her, pulling her leash."He didn't say you could spit on her."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry, Sir," Pocahontas apologizes.

"Don't worry. I don't mind", you laugh, spitting on your sister's face to show her you aren't angry about this.

"Even so. You can spit on my daughter's face if you want. The next time, she will ask first."

You can refuse this offer. You spit on her face, with your mark landing in one of her eyes, making her unable to open it. Then, her father did the same in the other eye and gagged her again.

"I suppose you also claimed her mother," you ask him. "If she is your mixed-blood daughter, I assume there is a full redskin mother around."

"Oh. That is my fucking ex-wife. I sold that bitch. She is already in the back of a truck on her way to a brothel."

"Oh, my. The new laws have been in effect for only a few hours. You have been so fast", you laught.

"Well. I can say it now. I was prepared for today." He confesses.

"What do you mean?" You ask, intrigued.

"I am the CEO of a company that works for the government. Some White businessmen like me have been informed in secret because some preparations were required in some industries to deal with the new laws. Aviation is one, but other companies have been helping with the preparations, like giving the authorities restraints like the ones your sister is wearing or making software to help with all the bureaucracy."

"It makes sense," you say. "It was weird how prepared everyone was a few hours until making this big change."

"Yeah. It has been prepared in secret for weeks. But only a few people knew everything. Whites only, of course. I was lucky to know this in advance, so I set a trap for my ex-wife."

"A bad divorce, I assume."

"Oh, yeah," he agrees. "That bitch was nothing before I married her. It would have become a stripper on her reserve or a casino. But after a few years, she tried to divorce me, taking part of my fortune."

"But that is not the worst," he continues. "The worst was that she put my daughter against me. And this worthless girl believed everything her mother said.

Fortunately for me, she turns 18 when the new laws take effect."

"So, you surprised both this morning?" You ask.

"It was a big surprise for them. I was prepared with all the paperwork and a big truck in front of her house. I interrupted her birthday party with my men, and we took captive her, her mother, and other redskins at the party, including her mother's family and friends. I even fucked my girl's mouth in front of her mother."

"And now all of them are being delivered to a brothel," you add.

"Some of them. Her mother and other ugly old redskins are. But some of her friends and cousins will be delivered at my home in LA."

"It must be a big truck," you laugh.

"Yeah, a big one, full of cages to put every one of them."

"Dear passengers," a female voice interrupts over the public address system. "Due to new air travel regulations after the Reconolization Laws, we remind you that Minorities are not allowed to take a seat on airplanes. Only White Men and Women are allowed.

A new procedure has been established for Minorities to be packaged so they can travel as luggage. Please report to your airline personnel to package any Minority you desire to get on the plane. In the future, you can package any Minority during baggage checking. We are sorry for the inconvenience."

"What does that mean?" You ask Will, intrigued.

"You will love it," he answers you. "But they won't," he says, looking at your sister and her daughter.

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