The Reynolds Sluts

SPANK!

It happened so fast. Neither of them had any time to react.

Or any time to register what had just happened.

That’s right. I just gave Michelle’s ass a lovely little whack. In front of her sister.

I wonder what would have happened three weeks ago, if I did the same thing.

Michelle would have definitely slapped my face, and Janice would have dragged me out by my neck. Then they would have filed that police report together.

However, in this reality, before any of that could take place…

“AuAAAAAAAAH!”

Michelle moaned into the air like a wild banshee. Her face got crimson red, as she tried her best to keep her balance. It was hopeless. She quickly fell on her knees and tilted her head towards the ceiling, gasping for breath.

Yes indeed. The suggestion was still very active. I ordered her to cum every time I spanked her ass on Saturday… And seems like her orgasm lock still remembered it.

It was now that Janice was finally registering what took place. The instant aggression she felt towards my action melted away quickly, and turned into worry towards her sister’s condition.

Michelle was practically writhing on the floor now, bending on her back. Another huge moan escaped her lips. It was like she was just shot by an orgasm-bullet.

Which was kinda true, I guess.

“Michelle? What the fuck?”

Janice didn’t know what to do. She wanted to help her sister, but it was clear she was undergoing a bout with ecstasy. Which was… weird, to say the least.

She was squirting on the hallway floor now. The liquids escaped from under her dress shirt.

Janice was nothing but stunned. Yet she couldn’t look away. It was like looking at an orgasmic car crash.

This was a perfect chance to make another move.

It was a good thing I came here. My instincts were right. A police report would have seriously sucked ass.

But I hadn’t done enough to actually stop them from making one.

I needed to go all in.

“Janice,” I said in the midst of Michelle’s third orgasmic shout.

“Huh?” The stunned fitness instructor finally peeled her eyes from her sister.

Here goes.

“Every time I squeeze and turn your nipple…”

She was wide open.

I stretched my left hand over one of her huge sweater puppies. I immediately found her nipple. I managed to get a tight grip through the blouse and bra she was wearing, and…

I stared into her stunned eyes with fierce domination, and turned the nipple.

Hard.

Janice gasped in pain.

“You will cum.”

There was another orgasmic shout.

But…

It was from Michelle… who was already winding down by this point.

On Janice…

Nothing happened.

It felt like the longest three seconds of my life.

…It… Never took this long before, right?

Finally, her expression changed. But not into pleasure, but pure, unfiltered anger.

The next thing I felt… Was her fist against my face.

Her trained, bodybuilder’s fist.

That kinda thing fucking hurts, by the way.

I think I would need one year’s worth of in-ring training to avoid a haymaker like that. It was insanely fast. And strong.

I spun before I hit the ground with another violent thud.

Fucking…

Ouch.

Jesus Christ. What the fuck.

What did I do… Wrong?

I touched my nose. She didn’t break it, did she?

Thankfully, it was still in one piece.

But what the fuck! I did everything right! I followed every single rule correctly!

Wait… Did I actually get her orgasm lock yet? Yeah… Sure I did! I had a very clear memory of seeing that in the gym locker room!

Michelle was lying next to me, trying her best to pace her breathing. She looked surprised to see me there as well.

“MOTHERFUCKER! I ALWAYS KNEW IT! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A DISGUSTING LITTLE FREAK!” Janice screamed.

I could hear walk up to my face.

This was going so wrong so fast. And on so many levels. And I didn’t even know why.

I dug out my phone as fast as I could, and navigated to the Submission Accelerator with my sweaty, panicky hands.

Janice lifted my head off the floor with her brutally strong arms.

Boy, she looked angry.

“WHAT THE FUCK? ’You will cum’? What psycho shit is that? Now I’m going to make damn sure you end up in jail, ASSHOLE. And what did you just do to my sister?”

She looked really intimidating from down here. Like she could smash my brains on the floor any moment she wanted to. I tried my best to hide the fact that I was still clicking through my phone, navigating to her profile, and..

For fuck’s sake.

Jack. Jack jack jack.

You’ve become too lazy. Too lax. Too prone to mistakes.

I never actually remembered to activate Janice’s orgasm lock.

The damn thing wasn’t ON!

“Put the phone down, Jack. Now!”

With shaky fingers, I managed to click on the lock and activate it.

Right after that, Janice kicked the phone away from my hands.

She leaned in closer to me.

“What. Did. You. Do. To. My. SISTER!”

I relaxed my breathing.

I did it.

I got a retry.

I couldn’t help but grin at her.

“Why don’t you… ask her? Seems like she really enjoys… my touch… these days,” I spoke with a smug tone.

With resigned disgust, Janice turned her head to Michelle. Michelle was still all red, but finally starting to get her bearings back.

“What is he talking about, Michelle?”

“Uh… I…. It… I…. Well… He…”

Seemed like Michelle had trouble beginning any type of sentence. Maddy’s description of “incomprehensible” felt very apt.

But… With Janice’s head turned towards her sister…

It was time to go for it again.

I reached for the body of titflesh hanging in front of me.

It was like my hand knew what to do. It wanted to punish that poor nipple so bad.

And just like that, I immediately got a good, juicy grip on it.

Janice squeaked by the sudden shock.

Wasting no time, I forcefully turned it. In the other direction this time.

“Cum, bitch!”

She barely had enough time to turn her head back to me. And if she was planning to punch me again… It was already too late.

Her face flustered up fast. Her breathing became erratic, and the crouching position she was currently in, quickly turned into a kneel.

She had to let go off my head. My head practically landed right between her knees. And the way she was positioned… I had a very nice closeup of her crotch.

But this wasn’t like all other orgasm-commands I had given to ladies so far. Somehow, Janice was still holding back the flood. She bit her lip super hard as her face turned sweaty and red. Both of her hands were holding on to her crotch now, as if forcefully trying to push back the feeling.

She was trying her hardest not to cum. Not to give in.

And… She was somewhat successful? Huh? How?

Did it have something to do with her body training? Was she that much in control over her own body, even over involuntary stuff?

Not that it mattered. I had already won. I could turn things up a notch.

“Ah yes, you see Janice… Seems like the Reynolds sisters can’t resist my touch.” I glanced at Michelle, who just watched the whole thing wide-eyed and scared. “But I did make a mistake first. I turned your nipple the wrong way. Sorry about that.”

She was still holding in the orgasm, but by the looks of her bulging eyes, it was getting impossible. She breathed so fast it was like she was about to give birth.

“See, every time I turn it this way…” I grabbed her other nipple this time. She couldn’t stop me. Her hands were full. Her eyes were filled with anger. “You will cum.”

A painful, twisty turn.

Holding back one orgasm? Super fucking hard, but I guess not completely impossible.

Holding back a double orgasm? Nobody’s that good.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….”

The near-endless scream from her almost burst my ears.

It was a beautiful sight, though.

She bent on her back, just like her sister did just a minute ago. She was practically lying over her knees now. Then her hands softly fell away from her crotch, revealing a darkened, moist stain forming in the front of her jeans.

A total defeat.

I think she had both of those orgasms at the same fucking time, nearly knocking her ****. Once her orgasmic shout of joy ended, I could only hear shallow breathing from her.

An absolute knockout. The pleasure almost destroyed her.

I carefully stood up, as the slowly dripping pussyjuice from her crotch was nearing my face.

I think I still felt a bit woozy from the hit.

I wobbled back to my phone, quickly making sure everything was intact.

It was. Good.

Now to the next part.

Janice was just staring at the ceiling. Michelle had risen to a sitting position, almost ready to get up. I signaled her to stop.

“Nah, missy. Stay there. Next to dear sister.”

She pouted, and considered disobeying. But couldn’t. (MICHELLE: +3SP) (+29SP)

First things first. I needed to insure my ass.

I turned on my phone’s camera, and began recording myself.

“This is Jack Dingle. I’m filming this in case anybody ever accuses me of… Doing something against… somebody’s will. You see… The Reynolds sisters… Are sluts. Complete sluts. Isn’t that right, Michelle?”

I turned the camera to my dear ex-wife. She was aghast.

“Asshole! Turn that off!”

I gave the camera a playful wink, before turning it back to her.

“Will you now admit, that I have made you cum nine times in the span of three days? Each time with me barely touching you?”

“N-no! S-Stop this!”

“Michelle… Cum!”

The effect was instant, once again. Since this was just her second orgasm of the day, it was almost as powerful as the first one.

“HUAAAA aaaaaa aaaaaaahha noonoono aaaahhh....”

She couldn’t keep still, flopping all over the floor… Eventually bending her ass in my direction… Being in the perfect angle to…

SPANK!

Michelle was now experiencing the dreaded double orgasm herself as well. The poor woman was gripped by the same insane **** of lust overcoming her as her sister had been just a moment ago, and began thrusting herself so hard against her fingers that she was practically making love to them.

It felt like I was shooting a porno.

I made sure to pull up her dress and pull down her panties a bit so that the camera could capture the whole beautiful flow of juice streaming from her hole, as her digits violated her pussy over and over again.

Then I turned my face back to the camera once more.

“Well… I’m no expert, but I would say she’s into this.”

Michelle was trying to moan a counter-argument, but the attempt was quite pathetic.

“And as for the other Reynolds slut…”

I turned my camera to Janice’s face. Life was just returning back to her eyes.

“The bigger sister might also be the bigger slut.”

“You….. are…..” she tried to speak, but was too exhausted.

“She claims to be a fitness guru, but is completely beaten down after two orgasms. How can that be?” I asked her, not really waiting for an answer. “Was this the first one for a really long while? Did none of the boytoys do it for you?”

She gritted her teeth in anger, and tried to snatch my phone away.

She was too slow for that right now, and I easily avoided her attempt.

“I think I might actually deserve a reward for turning on the faucets in this frigid bitch. Like this, you see”

I held the phone with my teeth, as I readied both of my hands over her nipples.

There was nothing but panic in Janice’s eyes. She knew what was about to happen next.

“No no no…. please no….” she pleaded softly.

Not quite the tough woman anymore, I see.

I gripped the nipples hard, and turned both of them. And, just to be extra evil… I turned them again, immediately afterwards.

That should be four orgasms right there.

Janice’s thrashing and **** ministrations got so rough, I had to get out of there fast.

Her mind went blank as the only thought running through her head was gripping her pussy. She accidentally even kicked her sister, who was still coming to terms with her own double orgasm.

And while I enjoyed hearing the Reynolds sisters howl in unison like some prehistoric beasts, I decided it was a good time to stop recording at this point.

This probably wouldn’t be insanely persuasive in court, but I don’t think either of the sisters wanted this material to ever show up anywhere.

Yeah, there wasn’t going to be a court date in the first place.

I think I had a good hold on them now.

When I closed the camera… I saw a new notification pop up in the Submission Accelerator.

A new trait? Why yes, please.

JANICE REYNOLDS

-SENSITIVE TITTIES-

ROUTE A- POWER LOSS

-MASTER’S TOUCH-

Whenever the user holds the subject by their breasts or their nipples, the subject will be unable to move. They will feel a sense of all power leaving their body. Only the user can move them around now. Holding the subject’s breasts also gives the subject an intense amount of sexual pleasure. All these effects end once the user let’s go.

ROUTE B- MASOCHISM

-PINCH THEM! PLEASE PINCH THEM!-

The subject will feel an intense desire to have their breasts or nipples squeezed by the user. If the user doesn’t do this once a day, the desire might get so bad that the subject is unable to think of anything else. Using instruments, such as nipple clamps, can help for a few days, but eventually the they have to be squeezed by the user.

The subject’s breasts also turn extra sensitive and erogenous.

Oh? Was this actually Janice’s thing? Sensitive breasts? Did I accidentally hit the jackpot by squeezing her nips?

Nice… what would be the best way to **** these mammaries more?