Tie her up

Cara awoke the next morning tied to her bed. Immediately she freaked out. She struggled to get free, but the knots were too strong. The ropes wrapped around her wrists then down around the bed, her legs were spread wide and ankles tied to the bed’s feet.

Her heart pounded. Something was happening. Had some crazy person snuck into the house at night and done this? And what had they done with Mom and Tara? It was too terrible to ponder.

And then Mom and Tara appeared, unbound, free.

Cara’s eyes exploded with joy. “You’re okay!” She said as they walked up to her. Though she was unsure why they weren’t moving faster. “Is he still here?” She asked of the home invader.

“Of course.” Mom said. “He’s everywhere.”

Cara found the answer to be strange.

“He’s inside us now, making us into our best selves.” Tara added calmly.

Cara didn’t know what that meant, and started to wonder why neither of them were untying her. “Well c’mon, we have to escape.”

Mom sat on the bed. “We’re not going anywhere. We’re staying in this house forever.”

Suddenly Cara realized that something was deeply wrong.

Tara sat on the other side of the bed and looked lovingly at her sister. “The door is open. Asmodeus is unfettered.”

Cara looked into her sister’s dead eyes, too busy trying to comprehend what was happening to notice Mom reaching into her pajama pants and touching her pussy. But once she did, she flailed her body in every direction against the ropes.

“You’re not wet.” Mom said, as if she was surprised.

No, Cara thought, this couldn’t be her mother and her sister. It just couldn’t be.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to hurt you.” Mom said, producing a pair of scissors and making Cara flail some more. “We’re going to make you better.” She held the scissors up to the bottom of Cara’s t-shirt and began to cut upward through the fabric, until it separated right down the middle, then she threw it off her daughter’s torso, revealing her breasts. “For starters we’re going to make you wet.”

Both Mom and Tara leaned in, each pressing their tongue to one of Cara’s breasts.

Cara wanted to scream, to cry, to flail. But the moment was too confusing for her to do anything but lie there and let her nipples stiffen under the tongues of her mother and sister.

Finally they pulled back. Cara’s nipples felt cool, now covered in saliva. And she couldn’t deny the fact that her pussy had gotten wet.

“That’s it for today,” Mom said. “Tomorrow your cunt is ours.” And with that threat/promise they were off.

Cara was alone.