consequences

This is the continuation of the cousin reunion: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Cousinade.1679590

While I was drinking my usual tea with Mom, whom I'd found irritable since the morning, I quickly felt exhausted. My eyes closed until I fell asleep on her lap, as she said to me while stroking my hair.

• Sleep well, my little one, you're going to need all your strength, I tried to answer, but I was slipping into unconsciousness.

Little by little, I regained consciousness. Completely naked, I was in a large box. My ankles were tied to my thighs, which opened them in such a way that I exposed my crotch in a vulgar, exposed manner. My arms were tied behind my back, on which I lay, and I had a ball gag that completely prevented me from speaking, even from screaming.

When the box opened and I saw my father, who saw me in this vulgar posture, he looked at my mother beside him, not understanding.

• You see, my dear, her sister gave me her intimate book, and I discovered that our daughter not only got deflowered during the last family reunion where she was gangbanged, submissive and that she took pleasure in it, she loves submission, she is a masochist, all the stupid things she did were to be punished she took pleasure in it even if it meant wrecking our car, putting the cat in the washing machine, and I suspect she incited her sister to provoke us again, so we are not going to disappoint her, especially since she forgot that it was your birthday today, she has known for a long time our little salacious playroom in our absence she tried our whip, flogger, and nipple clamps while we had forbidden her to cross her door. Before I could understand, she brought a riding crop down on my penis three times, as I watched my father become furious at the memory of his classic car. Then she slapped my thighs mercilessly. I was overwhelmed by the pain, but above all by the pleasure I had always sought by provoking them with punishments since childhood. So instinctively, I opened my thighs even wider to endure the punishment even more.

Nodding my head, I managed to convey,

• Yes, yes, punish me, it feels so good...

Tears streamed down my cheeks as the riding crop fell again, marking my taut flesh with scarlet lines. My father finally approached, his fingers closing around my throat in a grip that made me shudder with terror and excitement.

• Did you want our anger, little slut? he growled.

As Mom spread my trembling thighs further apart. The wet slap of the leather against my swollen sex echoed with my moans, muffled by the gag, and my body begging to be satisfied.

I realized I was in my parents' sex playroom. I shuddered with anticipation of what was about to happen to me. This time, I would feel their fury.

My father grabbed me by the hair and threw me out of the club. I found myself breasts pressed against the exposed floor, my thighs still spread apart by the restraints that **** me to maintain this obscene position. The icy tiles against my skin made me shiver, but the pain was immediately replaced by the sharp crack of the whip on my already marbled buttocks.

I let out a muffled cry into the gag, my body arching in spite of myself, trying both to escape and to offer more of my flesh to their wrath.