Tail-end of this arc

I stepped on Janice's head, forcing the bitch's face to the ground.

"MFW-RK!!", she let out a muffled bark into the ground.

Michelle was still holding the leash, and gasped.

"Calm the fuck down, you've gasped enough for one day. This is how she prefers to be treated. If she could talk, she'd tell you the same."

"GRRR-RK!! MRK!!" Janice growled.

She really shouldn't, that dirt might get in her mouth.

"You- Jack, that's my- my sister, you-"

"Here," I said, handing her a few paper towels from my pocket. "I know she's a messy pisser, so clean her up for me."

Janice's ass-globes were still pointing upwards. Anyone could see that her pussy was still dripping with liquid. Some of the piss had also ricocheted on her thighs.

While she desperately wiggled her behind, trying to move her head from under my shoe... Michelle looked straight into her sister's pussy and gagged.

"No, no, no- Jack, no-"

I sighed. "Dear. You did an excellent job with her walkies. Now finish it up and make me proud."

Once again... Michelle's eyes rolled back as another wave of pleasure hit her.

JANICE

No!

NO!!

GET ME OUT!!!

WHY CAN'T THIS FUCKING- FUCKING HUMILIATION END ALREADY!!!

I should have fucking killed him, I should have fucking killed him, I should have fucking kill-

EEEK!

NO!

MICHELLE WAS ACTUALLY DOING IT!!

SHE WAS WIPING MY LEG, CLEANING MY- MY-

NO!! NO!!!

AAAAARGGHH!!!!

I CAN NEVER LOOK HER IN THE EYE AGAIN!!!

THIS- THIS IS BEYOND HUMILIATING!!!

WHY CAN'T I FREE MYSELF FROM HIS- HIS- WHY IS HIS SHOE SO POWERFUL!!!

I MEAN, I SHOULD HAVE THE STRENGTH, EVEN WITH JUST MY HEAD, BUT-

...

...

would, he, you know...

be angry with me if I- I pushed him off?

Was- Was that the reason, I couldn't-

...

Oh God, why, why, why... why was I so... so... af-afraid of displeasing him?

Af-After all he had done to me?

And- AND HAVING MY SISTER WIPING MY LEGS OF- OF MY PEE!!

Oh my god... my sister's hands... they were so hot. It was like her skin was leaving burn marks all over my legs.

Did... Did she have a fever or something? It could explain why she was accepting this, and- and- well, DOING ANY OF THIS SICK WEIRD-ASS SHIT!!!

NGH!

PLEASE MAKE HER STOP!!

SHE- SHE WAS GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO-

"That's right. Wipe her down properly. Yes. Down there as well."

"J-Jack-"

"It's difference between doing a really good job... and a really, really bad job."

NO! NO!! NOO!!!!

DON'T MAKE HER DO THATT!!!

"RF!! RFF!"

FUCK! THIS BARKING IS POINTLESS! THE GROUND WAS MUFFLING ME!!!

NOTHING CAN STOP-

OHGODDDD... SHE'S...

She's there. (MICHELLE +3SP) (+86SP)

My sister is feeling up my pussy.

...

Sure she's just wiping it, not penetrating, but...

And- And there's a paper towel between our skins, but-

...

Ohgod.

She- She just brushed by my clit.

With her... red hot hand.

Shit. Again.

Again.

This is Hell. It really is.

I... I can never be in the same room with her again.

Again.

It- It was like, getting small electric shocks all over your body, and- and if she kept this up-

ISN'T IT CLEAN ALREADY?!?!?!

"Jack, I, I think it's-"

"Here, let me check... Well, maybe. But I'm a little disappointed, Michelle."

"W-What? Oh, ouch..."

"If I want her to be clean... You make damn sure she's clean."

He- He pulled another paper towel from his pocket-

Is he going to-

OHGOD!

NO!!

SO- SO ROUGH!!!

HIS HAND! ALL OVER! MY-

IN FRONT OF MY SISTER!!!

"UUFF! AAF!!"

"Hear how she moans? That means the pussy is getting clean!"

OHGOD!!

NO!

EVEN THOUGH I MOAN IT- IT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING!

YOU'RE JUST- JUST FUCKING MANIPULATING ME!!

WITH YOUR FUCKING SUPERPOWERS!!!

SHIT, FUCK- IF HE KEEPS THIS UP, I MIGHT- I MIGHT GET A- OHGOD OHGOD OHGODDDD- NGH-

"There we go. Clean enough."

...

...

...I FUCKING HATE YOU.

"Now... Now we can get to the really important part. Here. Take this."

Jack... Jack was digging something from his backpack.

That- That was never a good sign.

He handed her something- Wait, what was it? Some kind of, odd, black and grey, furry-

Wait.

Oh no.

Please. Please don't let it be... that. Please.

"What- What-" Michelle whimpered.

"I don't think you've truly accepted your sister until this has been completed. It's very symbolic... almost like a coronation I'd say. It's a step not to be taken lightly."

He finally released his shoe from my head...

wait...

...was it okay for me to lift my head now? Or, or did I need to wait for his permis-

...ohgod. I was afraid to lift my head... WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION?

...what has happened to my... my... it's not like he ordered me to keep my head down, it's just...

It... It might... displease... him.

Did I... really... lose all my willpower... completely... when I didn't... when my body refused to... move that damn...

...knife...

He leaned down... and whispered in my ear.

"Now. Jan. I know you've felt weird all day. Probably couple of days now. Like... something was out of place, right? Like some part of you was missing, right?"

...

...why was he...

"It's been nagging at you. You've felt it. You know you'll never be a complete person without it. Isn't that right?"

...

"You know what the need is, don't you?"

...

"Nod if you know what it is."

...

I nodded.

"That's right. It's a desire. A desire that will consume you... unless I help you. I gave it to you. Just like the pinching. Just like the doggy-thing. I control it... and only I can stop it. Do you understand?"

...

I nodded.

A tear was running down my cheek.

He... He had me.

He had me exactly where he wanted me.

He could whatever he wanted with me.

Including the thing... that I knew was about to happen.

And there was nothing, absolutely nothing...

I could do about it.

He... He owned me.

Body and soul.

Those were bitter words...

But they were true.

I...

I understood it now.

"We'll see about that. Remember. Only good bitches deserve rewards. Bad girls... will never get what they want. Never."

JACK

I rose back up. Hopefully I got through to her.

I wanted that new trait to be useful in at least something.

Michelle was still trying to figure out what she was holding. Or doing her best to hope it was something else.

"Now, Michelle... Do you understand... what Janice wants you to do?"

A moment of silent confusion.

A surprising, steely resolve in her eyes again.

"She... I don't believe you. She'd- She'd, never, ever, want me to... to..."

"Show her, Jan," I commanded the doggy.

Slowly, with tiny whimpering...

She put her paws on her buttocks...

And then...

She pulled them open. (JANICE: +3SP) (+94SP)

...well, as much as she could.

It was a little hard when she didn't have the full control over her fingers in that state.

But it was enough to fully present the gaping hole for our viewing pleasure.

Michelle probably would have gasped again, if I didn't explicitly complain about it a minute ago.

Janice... was holding her asshole open.

Targeting it towards her sister.

Alright. We've made it this far.

At the start of this picnic... these women would never have been tame enough to any of this without running away or kicking my ass. But little by little, point by point...

I was beginning to control them completely.

The last big hurdle was still Michelle.

And... She wasn't doing anything.

She just looked straight at her sister's asshole... and seemed to be falling towards a comatose state.

I had something that would wake her up.

I got closer to her sister's asshole...

And spat straight in it.

SPIT!!

"EEE-YOW!!" the surprised doggy howled at the cold spit suddenly entering her bowels.

"what, wait, what-" Michelle was waking from her state.

"Just some lubrication. We don't want the ceremonial tail to get stuck, don't we?"

Actually I didn't mind if it did.

"J-J-J-Jack, there's- there's no way-"

"Come on. Jan. Show her how much you want this. Now."

I gave the presenting ass a small slap.

Slowly... the bitch started wiggling her ass seductively.

And even looking in Michelle's direction.

Her eyes were needy... and she let out sniveling, whimpering sounds.

She was using literal puppy eyes on her sister.

She gave every indication that she wanted this.

Even I believed her... because it was true.

It didn't matter that it was her sister.

The PLUGGED-trait gave her a burning desire to have something in her ass. And it could only be an object I had permitted.

And right now... that meant this one particular object.

I was controlling her bodily addictions on every level.

The control I had over my former sister-in-law... it was becoming absolutely overwhelming.

Not +100 yet... but on a realistic level... yeah, it was pretty much a +100.

Janice was pretty convincing.

I was sure... that this was the first time... that even Michelle started believing in Janice's doggy-desires.

I could see her eyes sinking as the seemingly obvious truth was hitting her.

"But- Jan- you can't-"

"Michelle. Don't overthink this. You need to do this. Otherwise... it's the same thing as rejecting your sister for who she truly is."

"nno, no, it- it's- this is- sick, it's- sisters- we can't-"

"It's sick only if you think it's sick. Janice doesn't seem to think so, does she?"

Janice successfully increased her wiggling and whimpering. She even began panting... probably in an effort to portray a dog. Now she was **** to convince her sister... that all my bullshit was true.

Haha.

What a successful training session.

"Janice- Please, stop- you, you can't- what would mother- this is INSANE!"

Uh-oh. She was starting to clear the haze in her brains.

Time to bring in the heavy weapons.

"Michelle. I want to make this very clear. I'll be very proud of your housewife abilities if you do this, and very very disappointed in you if you don't."

The sickness in nearly disappointing me was already hitting her... but it wasn't enough.

"Nonononononono..."

Fuck. Full arsenal then. Her other trait.

"Remember when you broke my heart by cheating with Maddy? How awful it felt for me? Well if you don't do this, it'll be the same thing for Jan. Her heart will break. But by doing this... you can help mend us both."

"NGHHHHH!!!"

She was holding her head in her hands. She was truly about to break.

Next... a clear order.

"Michelle. DO THIS NOW. PIN. A. TAIL. IN. YOUR. SISTER."

She was still holding her head...

But she actually took a small step closer.

There we go.

"Good, dear. With each step... I'm more proud of you. And more fixed from your awful, awful betrayal."

She whined in agony...

But took another step.

And another.

And another.

And with each step...

The agony on her face was replaced by the pleasure of pleasing her fake-husband.

Even though her mind was screaming "NO"...

Her body was surrendering to the inevitability and... satisfaction... of just doing what I told her to do.

As her body neared the expecting hole... She purposefully tried keeping her face as far from it as possible. She even turned her head in a different direction.

"You can't do it like that, dear. You need to see that you're plugging the correct hole."

"Ngh..." She whined, and turned her head back.

She was really close now.

The shiny part of the plug was almost touching the hole... and Janice yipped in terrified, yet **** expectation.

"But... How do... how..." she turned to me, and stuttered.

"Just stuff it down there. It's not that horrible. For Jan it'll just feel like reverse shitting."

I don't think either woman liked that turn of phrase. Oh well.

Again... Michelle took her time to get herself mentally prepared for this.

It took long enough that I was about to encourage her again...

But then she moved.

She grabbed a handful of her sister's meaty buttocks...

Crouched down...

And began the push. (MICHELLE: +6SP) (+92SP)

What a sight.

Them doing this...

My dirtiest, most perverse dreams were finally coming true.

It was so beautiful it almost brought a tear to my eyes.

"RAUUW- RAUUUWWW!!!!" Janice howled.

That's funny, I'd never heard her make that sound before. Not even when I was buttfucking her.

The plug appeared to be quite big. Michelle was having trouble pushing it all the way in there.

Perhaps I picked the wrong size?

Well, then again, that hole could fit my dick, so any plug should be big enough for that as well...

Perhaps Michelle wasn't giving it her all?

She grunted almost as painfully as Janice was grunting... but couldn't get it in there. Only the tip was in.

She turned to me. Looking for help.

I just grinned.

"It's okay to hurt her. She likes it."

She was stunned by my words... But did nothing to reprimand me for them.

I could be freer with what I said now.

The sisters were over +90. I could make them do almost anything now.

Michelle turned sadly back to her sister...

And gave the next push her all.

"RAAUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWW!!!" Janice howled to the wind.

And... Plop.

In it went.

Michelle backed off quickly, sweating and panting like she had just diffused a bomb.

Janice twitched and snarled like a beast, pawing the ring around her sore hole.

We both just... stared at the sight silently for a few seconds.

I was so proud.