Absolute filth

KATIE

Didilingdingdong!

Didilingdingdong!

Didilingdingdong!

Oh God.

No.

Let me sleep just a little bit longer…

Didilingdingdong!

Didilingdingdong!

DIDILINGDINGDONG!

Christ, shut the fuck up you stupid fucking alarm!

There. Be quiet.

…I should really change that ringtone already. It had a very… let’s say, brain-piercing quality to it.

But it wouldn’t matter. I’d start hating the next tone as well.

Because of the association. The horrible way it removes you from slumberland and back to the grim reality of our profane existence.

…

Is this what writing about politics does to you? Fucks up your mentality for good? Everything is grim, corrupt, shitty, about-to-be shitty…

Yikes. Seriously? I set the alarm for this early? That was like barely three hours of sleep!

I gotta stop caring so much. Next time I’ll just write a shitty article and go to sleep before anybody notices.

Sigh. I wish I could do that. Thus, this is the burden of a perfectionist…

I scrolled through my latest notifications and emails. Like I always did, right after waking up. It was a custom at this point. There were always way too many, no matter how little I slept.

Although… There was one I really didn’t want to see.

…She promised to send me some proofs. Of her harassment. By her boss.

Still… She hadn’t contacted me on Wednesday or Thursday.

There was a part of me that hoped she had chickened out.

I really, really didn’t want to…

But there it was.

An email from …Lana.

I opened it with physical dread.

It read: “Here it is. This is me and my co-worker Anna-Marie Depardieu being sexually abused. Undeniable proof.

She has a thing for… redheads.

Take her down.”

There was a link to a …video.

…

I blame my alarm clock. I didn’t want to wake up to this.

…Oh God.

…Fuck it. I have to watch it now.

No time for breakfast or coffee. I just wanted this to be over with.

The video was roughly an hour and a half.

I wanted to fast forward it so badly.

Or close my eyes.

Or rip my eyes from their sockets.

But… I’m a journalist. I have to face the truth every day.

That didn’t mean… I wanted to see my sister’s ass get whipped… 26 times.

…

…Or maybe a part of me did. For all the times she was a bitch to me.

Fuck. I’m a monster thinking like that.

Thank God the thought police wasn’t a thing yet.

But yeah… It’s not like that was all I had to endure.

Just a very small part of the whole ordeal.

There was a cane too. And based on their yelling… and the nasty sound it made as it hit their assflesh… it hurt twice as bad as the whip did.

And then there was foot worship.

This Maria made sure every single one of her toes was properly… cared for.

She even made a point remark how hot… and… eugh… sweaty …her soles had gotten, with her being on her feet all day.

I almost hurled at that point.

But my sister and that Anna-Marie… They had to continue their licking.

And taste all those… nasty flavors… between her toes.

Although, stunningly, at one point, Anna-Marie said she couldn’t do it anymore.

Maria told her to keep going, or she would hire someone new to take care of the photography from now on.

I mean… Even just that exchange…

There was no way for Maria to turn this around. This was sexual harassment. **** of power. And probably ten other criminalities right there.

And that kept happening all throughout the video.

At one point, as Maria kept violently slapping their tits about, calling them whores and… what was it… pathetic pieces of shit, peasants, shit-brains…

My sister broke down. And began sobbing. Very, very clearly.

Anybody with a heart would have stopped right there.

But she… Oh God…

She ordered Anna-Marie to lick the tears of her face. While she watched.

And then that whole thing lead into her ordering them to 69 each other.

They… clearly… weren’t into it.

But still… They came hard. All over each other’s face.

Even watching this whole marathon of lesbian foreplay, pussy-licking and absolute sapphic madness… One thing was obvious to me.

Lana wasn’t gay. She was being **** to do this.

Which was insanely weird. And probably humiliating beyond words.

And then she knew… that she would have to show this to her… sister.

I’m not sure I could look into her eyes after all this.

Our next family get-together is going to be… insanely awkward.

But the weird thing was…

Maria never even took her clothes off.

Only her shoes… In the aforementioned foot worship scene.

Nobody licked her nipples… licked her pussy…

She didn’t even masturbate.

She just wanted to… direct the whole thing. **** her employees to the fullest extent.

And she did. This whole thing went beyond sex.

One time she had both of them line up, so she could kick both of them in the ass. Like really hard. She laughed hard as they fell over.

Then she made them fuck her high-heel shoes.

She even got rope from somewhere and tied them together. Really tightly. I mean to the point it didn’t even look like fun. Painfully tight. Their tits almost turned purple.

The awful part… And I didn’t even want to think about this…

The tying-part was the only one where it felt like…

Lana was actually …aroused?

I mean… she moaned… and it did look like she tried humping the ropes. Voluntarily.

…No, don’t think about that. That is so… inconsequential.

Anna-Marie was different. She seemed a little turned-on during the whole time. I mean ever since she **** them out of their clothes, she turned a little red. Especially when she glanced at the camera from time to time.

Like she was getting pleasure out of… being watched?

Could I really discount the chance… that this was some… roleplay?

Nah, no way. Lana would never send this to me if that was the case.

And there were so many parts where she threatened to fire them. And they looked incredibly uncomfortable. Unless that was a part of the rolep-

No, that’s stupid. That’s way too convoluted.

My sister was being sexually abused, that’s it.

And in such a variety of horrible ways. Dildos, handcuffs, gags… Making them wrestle each other… This Maria was a psychopath.

…

Yeah. Something needed to be done.

Very soon.

Today.

Sigh. You really want this, Lana?

Fine. I’ll try to keep your part in this as discreet as possible.

I might have to give this story to someone else. I might be disqualified for pursuing this, since it was my own sister.

Which meant someone else had to see this… well, let’s not mince words… porn.

Perhaps lots of people.

But in the end… justice would be served.

I’d make damn sure of that.

JACK

…

What’s that…

Oh, sunlight shooting through the window…

Where was I?

This wasn’t my bed, I was in-

Oh yeah.

Haha.

Janice’s bed.

And she was-

On the floor. Good. Still sleeping

Although I was a bit sad. These days, I preferred to be woken up by a blowjob.

I guess I forgot to give her that order.

Can you blame me?

I was completely wiped out last night.

I wanted to experiment how much I could cum in one night before I was drained out of all my energy.

If I counted correctly… it was about 13 times.

Nine of which I ejaculated down the bitch’s throat.

Which, considering the volume of my ejaculations… Was a ton of sperm in her stomach.

She wouldn’t have to eat for a week.

So much for her diets, I guess.

I could see that during the night… she had coughed a small puddle of my cum on her floor.

Or maybe it was her face. After all, I exploded on her face three times.

Obviously, I never allowed her to shower it off.

She was a fucking mess.

Total bukkake face.

She might even have trouble opening up her eyelids, with that dried stuff caking around her peepers.

…But can you blame me?

The Maria-porn was exquisite.

Just the kind of dominating shit I loved.

…Not that I wanted her to have any pleasure… I was rockhard because she was so foolishly falling into my trap. And obviously… I always love watching Lana and Anna-Marie get destroyed and humiliated like the whores that they are.

Although… Maria was way rougher with my girls than she needed to be.

She would pay for that. Later.

Anyway, once the show ended, I dragged the bitch by her collar to the bedroom, and proceeded to cap the night by fucking her.

In her bitch ass.

That’s how you fuck bitches. Doggystyle.

Her asshole was still covered in my cum.

I made sure to cum right inside there.

Then I was done. I pushed her off the bed and fell asleep.

Well, not immediately.

I forgot to pinch her.

The **** bitch began nudging against my arm. And whimpering. Like a sad puppy.

It was so pathetic, that I finally decided to give her what she needed.

I pinched and twisted her left nipple so hard… she screamed like a banshee.

I’m sure she would have cum like a fountain if I allowed her to.

She seemed to be deep inside a world of indescribable ecstasy. This pain was something that her bitch body craved now. She couldn’t live without anymore.

But after 30 seconds of intense pinching action… I let go.

She nearly blacked out right there and then. I’m just happy she didn’t piss the floor from pure anticipation and excitement.

And soon we both fell asleep. Completely exhausted by our nightly activities.

And here she was. Still sleeping. On her own floor.

The collar around her neck.

Her face a spermy mess.

And a twisted smile on her face.

Now then… let’s get this Friday going.

It’s going to be a really special day.