Amber's bedroom isn't what you would expect of an anarcho-collectivist-primitivist-fascist-nazbolite, all frilly pink and stuffie bestrewn. She has the decor sensibility of a fairy princess and the remorseless hatred of a junta strongman who throws dissidents from helicopters. That mix has never made sense to you, but it suits her just fine, and she never gets what you mean when you bring it up. But if Amber's personality is discordant set against the fluffy coziness of her bedroom, Aunt Vivian is a level beyond. Her svelte velvet gown, shimmering a little where the light hits it just so, with lacy fishnets and deep crimson platform shoes, and dangling pearl earrings, and intricately braided, gilded brooch describing a series of Celtic knots around a central garnet, make her look like an exquisite vampire, something from the over-stimulated brain of one of Anne Rice's Habsburgianly degenerate inheritors. Vivian isn't a tall woman, shorter in fact than both you and Amber, but in her platform shoes and dressed like this, she can seem to tower. Especially when Amber is made to stand ashamed and afraid before her.
It goes like this. One moment you're hanging out with Amber on her bed, discussing what Amber intends to do next vis-à-vis the Current Situation, and the next Vivian barges in without so much as knocking, to give Amber a tongue lashing:
"You think my father has something to do with this?"
Amber, scooching herself away from her headboard and standing up, doesn't mince words. "He's part of this, yeah."
"You think my father would take actions that endanger this family? That he would put Wesley's life at risk, Cerise's life at risk, yours?"
"Fucking of course he would. You got a point here? Or are you just gonna--"
Vivian slaps her. There it is: that ashamed and afraid bit that makes Amber look suddenly somehow a lot smaller than Vivian. Amber, face reddening, reels. She stares at the floor.
"Someone needs to bring you to heel," Vivian says. "Since your parents cannot or will not be the ones to do it, then I suppose it will have to be me. Whatever scheme you two are concocting, you can forget it entirely. If I get so much as an inkling that you've reinserted yourself into any of this nasty business, I'll beat both of you bloody. Am I making myself understood?"
"Yes ma'am," you say, eager to avoid getting slapped as well.
Amber lifts her head up, meets Vivian's gaze with glinting defiance in her eyes. "I don't think I follow. You'll have to speak more clearly."
"Wesley, you may go," Vivian tells you.
"Let her stay and watch," Amber says. "She's fucking me too."
Vivian gives you a look. "Is that so."
"Um," you say. "...Too?"
"It seems everybody gets a ride on the Amber Express lately," Vivian says. "The last time I performed cunnilingus on her, her genitals were dripping with semen. Amelia van der Boom's, if my tastebuds don't deceive me. But I couldn't spank a straight answer about it from her."
"From... Amber or Amelia?" You ask.
"Either of them."
"Oh, don't be mad," Amber says, making her voice girlish. "It's not *my* fault I let strange people spunk in my pussy. You made me all slutty... and Wes talked me into it..."
"Take off your clothes," Vivian says.
You hop up from Amber's bed. "I -- really should be going..."
"No," Vivian says. "Amber is right. Stay and watch. You will benefit from seeing her punished."
Vivian takes a seat on a nearby chair. It's low to the ground, even for a woman as small as her, and she sits with a wide stance. The chair is one of several arrayed around an equally low, round table where a tea set is laid out. You knew your sister and your aunt sometimes had tea parties, but you never suspected they got so raunchy.
Amber isn't wearing much to begin with. Just her ankle socks, shorts and a thin cotton tank. She peels the tank up and off, tossing it aside, baring her pale chest. Still defiant, she sneers: "what are you gonna do? Spank me?"
Vivian just stares at her.
"I'm sooo scared," Amber says. She takes a couple steps towards Vivian. Waggles her fingers. "Oh no, I'm gonna get spaaaanked. What will I do?"
You watch on, mute, just waiting to see how Vivian will react to this bratty behavior.
Amber makes a fatal misstep. She gets close enough for Vivian to strike. Like a Venus flytrap ensnaring prey, she wraps her arms around Amber's waist and pulls her in. Hugging Amber to her body, putting her cheek to Amber's cheek, Vivian whispers harshly: "I told you to take off your clothes. All of your clothes."
"Hey-- not so rough--" Amber grunts. Vivian ignores this, undoes the clasp on Amber's denim shorts. Tugs them down by one leg until they're bunched around her knees. You see Amber's plump little mons, bare and shiny. Vivian keeps an arm around Amber's tummy to pin her and prevent any thoughts of escape.
"Step out of those, please," Vivian tells her, making plain that the word please does not a request make.
Amber complies, raising first one leg and then the other, shaking her feet to free them, leaving her shorts rumpled on the floor. Vivian keeps her held fast through the whole process. Now Amber is stark naked, save her brief white socks, making for even more of a contrast to the fully clothed older woman holding her. Vivian kisses Amber's cheek with parted lips, like some depraved molester from a JAV who finally got ahold of a schoolgirl on the train. The kiss leaves a shiny bit of saliva on Amber's face. "Yes, Amber, I am going to spank you. That and so much more. Be good now, and lie across my lap, or this will be ten times worse for you."
Not so tough anymore. Amber does as she's told, and lies herself across her aunt's lap, to await the coming punishment. She looks pathetic draped over Vivian like this, her arms and fiery hair dangling towards the carpet, her bare ass pointed at the ceiling.
Vivian spanks her. Although you've often thought Vivian may have some form of anemia, wan and weak as she is -- here she shows surprising strength. The force of her slaps to Amber's tush leave angry welts and resound with meaty thwacks. It's got to sting. Amber is reduced from a snotty brat to a pathetically sniveling and frightened little girl. Vivian lands only four good, hard spanks before Amber is begging for mercy: "Vivian-- stop-- stooo-oooooopppp-- ooooowwww--"
But Vivian won't relent. THWACK. "Show me some respect," Vivian says.
"I'm sorry!" Amber cries, wiggling like an inchworm, failing to kick herself free. Vivian keeps one hand to the small of Amber's back while the other rains vicious open-handed spanks to her butt and inner legs. "I'm sorry, aunt Viv--"
THWACK. "Refer to me properly."
Amber corrects herself. "Mistress! Mistress!" She punctuates it by kicking herself rigid with each cry, her every muscle straining. "Mistress! I'm sorry! Don't hit meeee..." But Vivian is pitiless, and carries on beating Amber red and raw. And now along with every sharp slap, Vivian takes a moment to grope and molest the globes of Amber's ass. You know from experience that the warm pain of being slapped burns much hotter when the skin is squeezed, and just as you'd expect, the groping makes Amber cry even harder. Vivian is doing this for her own demented fun, though. She likes to fondle Amber, you can tell -- a smile creeps across her lips as she feels up her niece. There's a steady rhythm, then: a hard spank, making Amber yelp -- then a few moments of Vivian rubbing her hand in a rough circle around the freshly reddened cheek, making Amber whimper and whine. This pattern repeats for minutes on end.
"Mistress, why..." Amber moans.
"You know why." THWACK.
Feeling like you've had the wind knocked from you, and knowing Vivian won't let you leave, you sit back on the bed and watch her beat your older sister into submission.
"You have become such a little whore," Vivian tells Amber, "and you need some proper discipline." She slips a finger between the crack of Amber's ass, and from how Amber's eyes go wide, you can guess what just happened there. "You've been using your cunt as a sperm receptacle."
"Mistress, no... it's not like that..." Amber insists.
Vivian establishes a slow piston motion with her finger, sodomizing Amber as nonchalantly as she would pet a cat. "Liar," she spits. "Cum gutter. That's all you are now, Amber. An empty-headed little cum gutter."
You can tell from the squelch Vivian's finger makes that Amber's pussy is creaming up under this awful abuse. And, honestly, you're getting wet too just watching it happen. Vivian is beautiful and cruel, and the thoughtless way she molests Amber, as if this is all so routine, makes your heart race. To the finger she has up Amber's butt, Vivian adds a couple more to Amber's pussy. She fingers Amber's lower orifices with a practiced ease. Amber, sniffling, shows her gratitude: "thank you for tickling my kitty, mistress," she says, and smiles through the pain and tears.
"Sit up in my lap," Vivian commands.
With help, Amber rises and sits face-to-face with Vivian. Amber is a full head taller in this position, but it's obvious who has control. Amber pulls some hair behind her ear and hunches forward to kiss with Vivian. Vivian keeps fingering her, anally and vaginally, palm flexing. From this vantage you can see how wet Amber's "kitty" has gotten, her sticky juices getting all churned up -- you can also see how brutally she's been beaten. Her ass and thighs are abraded in spots, and a tiny trickle of blood seeps from one particularly deep and nasty welt. Amber is in too much pain and pleasure to sit still, so she writhes sensually in her aunt's arms while they make out together.
"Your sister is watching," Vivian tells Amber.
"She can watch, Mistress," Amber says.
Vivian stops fingering her. With both hands, she spreads Amber's ass wide for you to see. Amber whines in the new pain it causes. The pale pucker of Amber's asshole is slowly winking at you, and her pussy is trembling like gelatin below it. Vivian grins at you over Amber's slouching shoulder.
"Did you talk Amber into letting someone ejaculate inside her?" Vivian demands.
You glance away. Of course Vivian already knows the answer, so there isn't any use denying it. "Yes," you murmur.
"Then this is all your fault," Vivian says. "Take off your clothes, slut." You do as instructed. Vivian watches unashamedly as you bare your underage body to her. When you're nude, Vivian says: "get down on your knees. Kiss your sister's booboos better. Show her you're sorry."
This extravagantly dressed older woman has you both in her thrall. She's got you both naked, and now she toys with you as she pleases. She tongue kisses with Amber, keeping Amber's ass spread open as you slink to your knees and scooch towards them. Pursing your lips, you kiss your older sister on her asshole. You make it a loud, wet smooch. And then you trail kisses all over her wounded backside -- yet more big wet smooches, that smack and leave her shiny with saliva. When you feel satisfied that you've soothed the ache in her butt, you return to where you started, her asshole, and do what comes naturally. You make out with Amber's anus as hungrily as Vivian makes out with her mouth. You lick, suckle, and caress the warm little hole with your tongue. You taste her inner walls. You shower it with adoration like it's your lover's mouth.
Amber giggles. "She's kissing my butthole," she tells Vivian.
"And I am masturbating your cunt," Vivian says. "Aren't I so nice to you?"
Amber nods enthusiastically. "Yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!"
"Who does this cunt belong to?"
"To you, Mistress! My cunt belongs to you!"
Vivian is unenthused. "Yet you will persist in letting strangers taint it with their semen. Won't you."
Amber chews her lower lip, ponders. Vivian forces an answer by suddenly clasping Amber around the throat. Amber, trembling, her asshole clenching around your slimy tongue, at last nods. "I'm sorry... I... I can't help that I'm such a slut..."
"Did you like it when Amelia used you as a semen tank? Did you feel somehow fulfilled? Is that all you aspire to, Amber, being a hole for cocks to cum in?"
"I'm a hole for you, Mistress," Amber pleads.
Vivian hocks a wad of spit across Amber's face, slaps her, and says: "prove it, then."
She pushes Amber to the ground. Then sitting back in her seat, drawing her knees so far apart they point at opposite walls, she hikes her dress to reveal she isn't wearing panties. Vivian is maybe twice your age or more, but her pussy looks like it belongs to a middle schooler. It's hairless and puffy, the labia so severely turned-in that the fleshy lips actually overlap, giving her slit the appearance of two curtains drawn one over the other.
Immediately this view of her pristine cunt is obscured by the ginger crown of Amber's head. She buries her face in her Aunt Vivian's crotch, her mouth and nose nestled against the older woman's genitals with undignified desperation to please. Vivian pets her. "There you go. Do you smell that? Breathe it deep." Amber does so, little chest heaving, creating an audibly vacuous nose as the arousal-tainted air rushes through her nostrils. "Kiss it, too," Vivian instructs, and the room fills with the tender noise of Amber kissing Vivian up and down her cunt-slit.
Vivian luxuriates in her niece's pussy licking. Her eyelids flutter shut and she grins to herself as she grinds up and down on Amber's lips. With no forewarning, she sprays Amber with her own ejaculation. "Mistress-- mmmf--" Amber grunts as Vivian begins to squirt, laces her fingers through Amber's hair, and tugs Amber's face to her creaming cunt.
When Vivian has her fill of Amber's oral service, she beckons for Amber to sit in a chair beside her. You, not so ordered, stay sitting on your knees to await what's next.
Vivian claps twice. "Samantha," she calls.
Dad's fuckbunny enters the bedroom. "Yes!" She says. "If you are ready then I am ready! Let's do it!"
You have no clue what's going on, and neither, apparently, does Amber. "What the hell--" she begins, but Vivian silences her with an upheld palm.
"Master Vivian wanted me to give you matching emblems okay!" Samantha explains.
"No fucking way," Amber marvels. Her face is still covered in spit and cum, her hair matted.
"This is henna," Samantha says, holding a tube up. "It will last for a month or so! If you like the design, I can make it permanent... so this is like a trial run!"
Amber looks at Vivian. "We've talked about it," Vivian says. "So do not act surprised. Now it is time for you to be more than just idle talk." She puts a hand to Amber's navel. "I had better mark you as my property, if you're going to be running around letting people use you like a street whore... they can rent your cunt out for as long as they need to cum inside it, but it will always belong to me..."
Samantha gets on her knees beside you, but she has a singular purpose in her sights. She uncaps her bottle of dye and begins to daub it across Amber's milky white skin, staining it a deep, pinkish crimson. Samantha chews her little tongue and furrows her little brow as she concentrates on emblazoning Amber's groin with this stylized heart-shaped brand. The heart itself is jagged, thorns protruding, surrounded by swoops like fishhooks, with symmetrical wisps here and there between. The heart and its accents describe the shape of a uterus and its ovaries. It's a womb tattoo, of course, overlaid on Amber's skin about precisely where those parts of hers are inside her body. A temporary tattoo, for now, but soon to be made permanent.
Vivian snaps her fingers. "Wesley. Be useful. Make Amber cum while she's getting branded."
You sneak underneath Sam Smatters as she works, and get your face in Amber's crotch. Dutifully, you suck the cum from your sister while she receives this unique brand, the one ID'ing her as a piece of property held in whole by Vivian Ada Darkbloom. Amber's eyes are rolling to the back of her skull by the time Samantha is done festooning her. She's petting your head and bucking her hips while Samantha's surprisingly steady hand continues its surprisingly steady work. When all is said and done, and the womb tattoo is finished, Amber runs her fingertips across the glossy ink, testing it, while you bury your tongue up her gash and stare her in the eye.
"Now me," Vivian says.
You glance over in shock. Vivian's dress is off, although her earrings and brooch remain. Naked save for the jewelry, she has Samantha brand her, too. Amber watches with mouth agape, and Vivian succinctly explains. "I own you. You own me." She swivels her head, looks at you severely. "Make me cum now, too, worthless sow."
As you did for Amber, you lick Vivian out while she gets tatted. Vivian's puffy pussy smells and tastes as clean as it looks. Sharp, almost tart, but not unpleasant. And man does she cum. She squirts like a fucking bitch when you make her orgasm, and she doesn't see fit to warn you any more than she warned Amber. Your face, to her, is just a toilet. She showers it with her fragrant pussy juice like it's the more casual thing in the world, all while idly praising Samantha for how well she duplicates the first tattoo's design.
In the end, the two are a matching pair, and though their heights may differ, their wombs turn out to be exactly in line when they stand tummy-to-tummy, kissing. Their lips kiss; their ovaries kiss. Vivian wraps her arms around the small of Amber's naked back and whispers: "what do you think?"
"I think it's gonna show if I wear my normal clothes."
"Good. This is what I want."
"And what am I supposed to say when people ask why the fuck I got a tramp stamp?"
"Tell them you're my tramp. And that I stamped you so they would know it."
You have to wonder just how this will fly with Dad. But that's for those two to worry about.
"Should I do her, too?" Samantha asks, pointing at you.
"No," Vivian says. "Her cunt belongs to someone else."
"Who's that?" Samantha asks.
"Summer," you say. And you don't need to think. You pet your groin, envision a matching brand for you and her like Amber and Vivian now have. "My cunt belongs to Summer Denali."
"Oh," Samantha says, capping her tube and setting it aside. Then: "Do you think she would mind if I licked it for you?"