The living room exuded a warm and inviting atmosphere, its low lighting creating an intimate ambiance that invited conversation and connection. The space was meticulously arranged, every object in its rightful place, reflecting the care and attention its occupants bestowed upon it. Framed pictures adorned the walls, capturing cherished memories and moments frozen in time. Delicate knick-knacks embellished hutches and end tables, each trinket telling a story of its own. It was a sanctuary of comfort, an oasis of coziness that welcomed all who entered.
The room buzzed with a multitude of people, a diverse congregation brought together by a shared anticipation. Some lounged on plush sofas, sinking into their softness, while others stood, leaning against the walls or finding support in each other's presence. All eyes were focused on the darkened television, its screen an enigmatic void waiting to be filled with mesmerizing visuals. They were a congregation of souls, brought together not by religious doctrine but by the allure of a singular event: "the show" that was about to unfold.
Among the guests, each with their unique presence, were Lincoln, a stoic and manly figure, his expression one of keen intrigue. Lilith, a vivacious girl with flowing black locks, stood beside her family, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Haiku, her mother, exuded an air of calm confidence, her serene smile radiating warmth. Cleo possessed an insatiable curiosity that danced in her eyes, while Sonnete stood impassively by.
The room also housed a group of individuals affectionately referred to as the "Ls." Lucy, a statuesque woman with porcelain skin, donned a veil of dark hair that cascaded over her pale face, reminiscent of the haunting girl from the horror movie "The Ring." Her presence alone added an eerie undertone to the atmosphere, invoking a sense of intrigue and fascination. Standing beside her were Lupa and Loth, their eyes twinkling with mischief, as if they held a secret they were itching to share. Lynn, Lacy, and Lynn-III engaged in animated conversation, their laughter harmonizing with the soft hum of excitement that filled the room.
In a corner of the living room, Luan, a charismatic and affable individual, entertained those nearby with her humorous anecdotes, her infectious laughter serving as a soundtrack to the gathering. Engaging in conversation with Luan was Liby, her daughter whose warm smile and genuine kindness instantly put others at ease, fostering an atmosphere of friendship and camaraderie. Nearby, Lola and Leia, inseparable as ever, exchanged excited whispers, their eyes brimming with anticipation as they eagerly speculated about the events that would soon unfold before their eyes.
Meanwhile, Lori and Loan, mother and daughter, moved gracefully through the room, their arms laden with buckets of freshly popped popcorn. With practiced efficiency, they distributed the aromatic treat, ensuring everyone had a share of the delectable snack. Following their lead, the room came alive with the sound of hands delving into buckets, the satisfying crunch of popcorn being devoured, and the occasional shared laughter over a particularly amusing kernel.
Ronnie and Reina, a mother and her daughter, settled onto a cozy loveseat, their bodies comfortably entwined as they prepared to embark on this captivating journey together. Their eyes met in silent understanding, the connection between them unspoken yet palpable. As the lights in the room dimmed further, their focus shifted entirely toward the screen, their anticipation heightened, their hearts fluttering in unison.
In another corner of the living room, Luna, Lyra, Sam, Lina, and their adopted daughter, Allie, formed a tight-knit circle. Their bond, forged through love and shared experiences, radiated with an intensity that surpassed mere familial connections. As they prepared to witness the unfolding events, their eyes met, and a silent reassurance passed between them. They were a united front, ready to face the unknown together.
Amidst the quiet murmurs and rustling anticipation, Lucy, the enigmatic figure with her haunting visage, stepped forward, commanding attention with her mere presence. The room grew still, a collective hush settling over the space as all eyes turned toward her, captivated by the mystery that enveloped her. She cleared her throat, her voice a delicate yet commanding timbre that cut through the silence, demanding attention.
"The video you are about to see is 100 percent real," Lucy began, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and unease. Her eyes gleamed with a curious blend of anticipation and apprehension. "I filmed it myself just the other day." Her words hung in the air, a tangible promise of an extraordinary experience about to unfold.
Each of those gathered there that evening had been personally invited to attend by either Lucy or Haiku. All they were told is that there was going to be a special screening of the "movie" Lucy had shot, with Lincoln, Haiku, and their girls as the stars. It was understood between all of them, though in an unspoken way, that the "movie" was to be of the…how shall we say…racy variety. Sex among the Loud family was as common as communion is among Catholics and considered just as wholesome and sacrosanct. The proud lineage of Loud incest - known jokingly as Loudcest among some of the family's younger members - stretched all the way back to when Lincoln and his sisters were young. As each one of his sisters, and their friends, and their friends, bore Lincoln children - strangely, almost always daughters - the Louds introduced them to their peculiar form of family love.
They knew nothing else about the movie, though Lucy had told Lynn about it, and Lupa had overheard, telling Lacy. As far as Lupa and Lacy knew, they were the first ones to engage in BDSM with their father - aside from Lucy and Haiku, of course - and had started the trend. They couldn't help be proud of themselves for being the first of the new generation to have done that with him. Secretly, and on some level, they both wished that they could have their father to themselves and that they could have been the first to do anything with him, but that would inevitably lead to some weird Back to the Future type time loop because if their father had never had sex before, how would they even be here in the first place?
Lupa and Lacy had kept what they heard to themselves, taking secret pleasure in being two of the only people who had any inkling what was on the video that Lucy was going to show. And that was pretty much all they had, an inkling. They knew that BDSM would be involved, but nothing else. Only that, per Lucy, it was "really hardcore stuff" and "those girls took a beating hahaha." Sitting side by side on the couch, Leia to Lupa's right and Loan to Lacy's left, they whispered to each other, wondering and speculating. They had both approached Cleo, Sonette, and Lilith, trying to pry details from them (in a subtle way, of course), but the three sisters were tight lipped. All of them were walking funny and sometimes when they moved, sat, or bent over, they winced in pain.
Clearly whatever Dad did to them, it was extreme, and Lupa and Lacy's excitement and curiosity grew. Dad, for his part, stood over by the stairs with a drink in his hand and chatted with Ronnie Anne. Far from being purely a creature of incest, Dad had relationships - and children - with women outside of his bloodline, as evidenced by his relationship with Haiku. Neither he nor anyone else had ever said as much out loud, but of all the women he was not related to, Ronnie Anne was probably his favorite. In fact, they were boyfriend and girlfriend long before the incest began. Lupa and Lacy did not know if she was his first - in fact, they were pretty sure that she wasn't - but their relationship was still special. So special that Haiku and some of the others were jealous of it.
But not by much. In an arrangement such as the ones Lincoln and his harem enjoyed, there was no place for jealousy. The family could not function with jealousy; it would fall apart like a clump of dirt, and that wasn't an option. Even if the sisters were jealous of each other or of the non sisters, or vice versa, they kept it to themselves and worked through their issues in a mature and rational manner.
Lucy was still talking, and there were little smirks in the crowd as she went on and on describing the filming of the video as though it were some epic arthouse project that she had spawned in her own imagination. Lucy had always been artistic and, at times, a bit pretentious. When she was a little girl, she was what some might call an emo (even though the emo fad had waned by the time she came along, or so Lupa and Lacy had read in their history text book), but as she grew older, she became more and more interested in art, coffee shops, and slam poetry. She wrote fiction with themes of nhilism and existential angst, painted tormented portraits, and joined protest movements that she didn't understand because she liked the ashtetic and being part of the hip in crowd. That was where she and Haiku picked up their bisexuality. In the olden days of the '20s, that age of Twitter, Donald Trump, and (lol so cringe) TikTok, being anything but straight was cool. Straight was boring, straight was out.
Now being straight and monogomous was the cool new thing. Unfortunately for the Loud family, that meant they weren't part of the cool kids club. Oh well. Lupa, for one, never cared about being cool. She rejected modern society's obsession with labels, and even if you made up one that fit her 100 percent, she'd get upset and tell you to piss off. She was just here and that was that. She liked to lezz out from time to time and she really liked it when her daddy dominated her.
Which is why she was so sure that she was going to like the video that her mother was even now still praising. True enough, it wasn't her being dominated, but the idea of watchintg her father do it to other girls was really hot. She really got off on watching him do it to Lacy, so this, she figured, would be no different.
A chorus of murmurs, whispers, and excited exclamations rippled through the room, mingling with the subtle rustle of shifting bodies. The anticipation grew, saturating the atmosphere as Lucy retrieved a DVD from a nearby table. Her hands, steady despite the weight of expectation that hung in the air, held the key to the enigma that had brought this gathering together. Carefully, she inserted the DVD into the player, the soft whirring sound punctuating the silence, amplifying the tension that had settled over the room.
As the television screen flickered to life, bathed in an eerie glow that mirrored the mood, hearts beat faster, breaths were held, and minds opened themselves to the infinite possibilities that awaited them. The room, now wholly consumed by a shared captivation, embraced the imminent unveiling, ready to be transported to realms both familiar and unfamiliar, united by their collective fascination with the enigmatic and the unexplored.
And so, with hearts brimming with anticipation and minds poised for the extraordinary, the eclectic group settled in, their attention fixated on the luminous screen before them, ready to embark on a journey that would unravel secrets, evoke emotions, and etch indelible memories into their souls.
The video began to play, and an image flickered across the screen. Lilith, Haiku, Cleo, and Sonette being chained to a massive and orantely decorated chariot, the kind you might expect to see in a big Hollywood production like Ben-Hur or The Gladiator. They were all naked and looked excited. Dad and Lucy tied their hands behind their backs and hooked them to a harness connected to the chariot. Dad produced a whip and began to lash them across their backs, raising red welt across their skin, and they started to pull the chariot like a team of horses, the big wooden wheels turning slowly and emitting an audible and sickening creaking sound. For a second, Lupa thought the whole thing was going to fall apart, but it held.
Everyone watched the movie unfold with bated breath and rapt attention. The entire room was silent as the story of Dad domming Haiku's family unfolded. He called them names, spat on them, beat them black and blue, and even drew a little blood from each of them. Lupa and Lacy were both shocked at the level of physical, emotional, and verbal abuse that Dad threw at them. They, Lupa and Lacy, thought that they had gotten him at his peak, but obviously they hadn't. Sure, maybe they got him first, but Haiku's family had gotten him best.
On screen, the girls galloped around and around the inside of the warehouse like a team of horses, Dad cracking the whip over them and calling them every horrible name he could think of. A collective gasp of shock went up when he called Cleo a nigger. The Loud family was socially liberal in that it accepted everyone (kind of hard to be a bigot when you're in a polyamorous harem with your own father). To them, nigger was an ugly word. Well…not to Lupa. Sometimes she was an edgelord and said it on 4chan just to get a rise out of people. She also made statements about women not deserving rights for the same reason. Obviously, she didn't believe that (since she was one herself) but it was funny how frothing and upset some people got over that stuff. "I'm literally shaking rn." Jesus, calm down, all I said was Hitler had a point.
As the video progressed, each of the girls leaned forward and stared intently at the screen. By now, all of the girls present had been with Lincoln with the exception of Bed and Allie. Bed, whose real name was Beth and was called Bed because that's how she pronounced it, was too young. Allie, on the other hand, was thirteen, the perfect age to be inducted into the Loud family sex cult, but there was sort of a…well, hitch might be the best word to describe it, but even that didn't really get to the heart of the matter. You see, Allie was adopted. Luna and Sam took her in off the street where she had lived for a while after running away from home. Her parents, especially her father, was abusive, and at first, she was leery of all men lest they abuse her too.
She had been around Lincoln long enough that she liked and trusted him, but she still wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of having sex with her new, adult…uncle…father figure…whatever you wanted to call him (he was kind of both, to be honest). She was intrqiued and maybe a little turned on by what was happening on the screen, but the other girls were getting all bothered and hot. Their faces blushed, they chewed their bottom lips, and they crossed and uncrossed their legs. They were all becoming very aroused by the presentation unfolding before them, but none quite so much as Loan and Leia.
One of the oldest of Lincoln's children, daughter of Lori and lover of games, memes, and roasting people on the internet, Loan was an anxious and unkempt mess who pounded Monsters, stayed up late playing computer games, and didn't hold down a job. People like her were once called NEETs, a name that had outlived its definition. People remembered it and applied it pretty much correctly, but had forgotten what NEET stood for. Not employed…something something. Today, however, she was the poster child of the average American woman in her early twenties. Leia, born of the sinful lust between Lincoln and his dainty little sister Lola, was the complete opposite. Prim, proper, always dressed and clean, pink and girly, Leia was a schoolyard princess who would probably one day head the high school cheer squad…or own her own business. She was very focused on making money, a young entrepreneur, and was not above resorting to underhanded tactics to get what she wanted.
Though the two sisters were as unalike as Pepsi was from Coke, Loan and Leia were fairly close, theirs a strange and inexplicable bond that transcended shared interests and superficial similarities. They were not inseparable gal pals who were always joined at the hip, it was more like they simply jelled well together. Sitting side by side on the couch, they gaped at the screen, both of them feeling roughly the same thing: Pure, unadulterated lust. Loan leaned forward like a guy expectantly watching the big game, her hands squeezed between her knees and her eyes wide. Leia, bare legs crossed at the knee and her skirt hardly covering her, crossed her arms over her tiny breasts and jittered one foot with nervous energy. She was so turned on that her panties were starting to get damp and her nipples throbbed slightly. The urge to pinch them came over her, and she recrossed her legs, her eyes darting from the screen. She suddenly wanted to get up, scurry into the bathroom, and play with herself, to relieve the pressure that had been steadily building up in her loins.
But what she wanted even more was for her father to do to her what he was doing to Lilith and the others in the video. She had never tried BDSM before - she was so ignorant that while she knew what it was (in a roundabout way) she didn't even know what it stood for. Being Demolished, Sexual Massacre? She had never once in her life considered the possibility of engaging in such things…she did kind of like the idea of being tied to the bed. She was not the type of girl who liked to be hit and insulted. She liked being pampered and spoiled, thank you very much, just like the princess she was. Watching Dad to it to Lilith and the others, however, she was intrigued and really wanted to try it for herself.
She leaned over and said as much to Loan, who grinned. "Yeah, it is pretty hot. I like hiting and biting sometimes but I've never done anything like that."
Shortly, the video ended and the lights went on. For a moment, silence held sway over the living room, then everyone burst out in a rousing round of applause that thundered through the entire house and was even audible on the street outside. Lynn whistled, Ronnie Anne pumped her fist, and Lilith, Cleo, Sonette, and Haiku were showered with back pats, high fives, and adoration like they were rock stars. Lilith especially beamed at the attention. Lori shook her shoulder, and Reina lifted her hand like a victorious welterweight who'd just demolished her foe in the ring with a technical knockout.
Lucy stepped from the crowd and stood in front of the now darkened TV set. The applause grew louder, more deafening, and Lucy took a deep bow.
"That was great," Loth said.
"I'm jealous," Lupa said.
"Me too," Lacy said with a faux pout.
"It all looked very painful," Lynn III commented, "but also interesting."
Liby turned to her mother. "I kind of want to try that now."
Luan hesitated. "Maybe when you're older. I don't know if you could handle all…that. Not very many people can. Cleo, Sonette, Lilith, and Haiku are very brave."
"But mom…"
"No buts, young lady."
"My butt," Loth said to her father and slapped it. "I wanna get whipped next."
"It was mad hot," Luna agreed, "but I dunno if I could take all that. I'd probably cry like a bitch."
Lyra pursed her lips. "I'm willing to try it, but I really don't want scars all over my body. Your body is your temple."
"Scars just mean you lived an interesting and sexy life," Sam said with a devious little smile.
Next to her, Lina said, "I like scars."
"I'll try anything once," Liena said.
Her mother, Leni, looked a little conflicted. "I might try it again. I didn't really like it the first time around." A little shiver went through her at the memory of the last time Lincy spanked her butt for "being bad."
Over on the couch, Bed and Allie sat together talking. Both of them had been adopted into the Loud family, Bed from Asia and Allie from the streets. At a glance, they had nothing in common, but they shared a strong, special, and unique bond, both being outsiders among the Louds. They understood each other in a way that no one else did, except for Cleo maybe. Cleo, however, had been a part of the Loud family for much longer than either one of them, however, and was thus a little more assimilated, further along down the path, than they were. She understood them, but she had already gone through what they were going through now and had moved onto a higher level. They were still getting used to being here and because of that, they were close.
Bed turned to Lucy and raised her hand. "Yes, Bed?"
"Uh…" she looked uncomfortable. "Why was Dad calling everyone such mean names?"
"Well," Lincoln said, sounding just as uncomfortable as the little girl looked, "it's called humiliation play."
Haiku nodded. "It's like a game. You know how you pretend to be a nurse or a princess or something? Some people pretend to be really mean."
The look of confusion on Bed's face deepened. "Why?" she asked.
"Some people like being embarrassed," Lucy explained kindly. "It's fun to them."
"And arousing," Haiku said. "Trust me, we asked Lincoln to say things like that."
"Even the N word?" Bed asked. "My teacher says that's a really bad word and we should report anyone who says it to the government."
"Your teacher's a fascist," Cleo piped up. "Him using that word was part of race and humilation play. Yes, under normal circumstances, using that word is wrong and could hurt someone's feelings, but the point of BDSM and race play is to hurt someone's feelings. For fun. He was whipping us because we like that. I didn't always think this way, but two weeks ago I learned that pain can be pretty exciting. Not just physical pain but emotional and verbal pain as well. Part of that was Dad whipping me and calling me a nigger." She bit her bottom lip like Lincoln hurling racial slurs at her was the hottest thing ever. She did not notice how all the white people in the room looked super awkward at her casual and unkthinking use of that word.
"It was okay because it was fake," Cleo said, "he didn't really mean it. What makes a word hurtful isn't the word itself but the hatred behind it. There was not hate behind Dad saying it. In humiliation play, words like that are basically just another sex toy, like a dildo."
Renia nodded. "Yep, you should hear Dad calling Mom every sort spic slut in the book. It makes her moan much louder. I never saw the appeal but after seeing this video, I think I might want to try it."
"So I shouldn't report Dad to the government?" Bed asked.
"Of course not," Liena said.
"That would be like calling the cops on someone and saying they have a gun when it's really just a gun shaped stick."
Understanding dawned in Bed's eyes and she nodded. She whipped her head around, cupped her hand to Allie's ear, and whispered something. Allie nodded gravely and stood up. "We have an announcement to make."
Everyone turned to look at the little orphan and a light blush of embarrassment colored her cheeks. She flicked her eyes to the floor and said, "Me and Bed think…we're ready. You know…to be with Dad."
"That's great," Lori said.
"Rockin'," Luna put in.
"I, like, knew you'd come around, sweetie," Leni said and ruffled her adopted daughter's black hair.
Haiku stood up in front of the room and cleared her throat, getting everyone's attention. "I just want to thank everybody for accepting our kinks, and I'm really glad you all enjoyed the video we made. It's my hope that this might inspire some of you to try BDSM in the future the way the video of Lacy and Lupa being spanked inspired us. I know it might seem kind of…intimidating…but it's a lot of fun once you get used to it, and you learn a lot about yourself when you do it. I really hope you'll give it some thought, And if you want to talk about it, come to me. I'll be happy to mentor you."
She put on a big, friendly smile, her way of letting everyone know that she was genuine and meant what she said. She didn't want to overstate herself and come off sounding weird or pushy, but she really believed in the overall positive impact BDSM had on the mind, body, and soul. It had brought her family closer together and it made them stronger as human beings. After all, it takes a strong person to stand up under withering abuse, especially from someone you love. After hearing all these things from Lincoln - and liking it - her girls would never be the type who got easily offended by words.
Haiku was a huge proponent of the BDSM lifestyle and once she got to talking about it, she could lose herself in a grand sermon extolling its virtues. Some of her friends said that she sounded like a preacher trying desperately to push her religion onto people. She guessed that was a fair take but she honestly believed that BDSM was good for you.
Presently, she scanned the assembled crowd, hoping one of them would say something, but apparently not. Just before she turned away in defeat, however, Leia nudged Loan insistantly in the ribs, and Loan's hand shot up like a proud and egagre pupil with the right answer for the teacher's conundrum of a question. "Yes, Loan?" Haiku asked and pointed that the girl.
A little hot flush crept across Loan's cheeks and she looked to Leia with a slightly stricken expression on her face, as though she had something to say but didn't know how to put it, and was hoping that Leia would be a tad more put together and articulate than she was. "Uh…we'd kind of…be interested in trying it out," Loan said haltingly. "I really, really liked that video," she said. "It, uh, really made me wet." She spread her thighs and revealed that the crotch of her pants was soaked through with a big dark patch. Maybe it was simply her imagination, but Haiku was sure that she caught a whiff of Loan's musky, excited scent. Lucy and Lynn stood next to Haiku and looked at their niece, Lucy expressionless and Lynn with a smug little grin.
"Looks like she's a big fan of your work, Luce," Lynn said and clapped Lucy on the back. Instead of stumbling forward and perhaps falling down to her knees, Lucy stood tall and solid like a rock. She had taken several hundred million such back pats from her older sister over the years and at this point, they no longer even fazed her.
The blush of Loan's face deepened and she looked deeply uncomfortable. Like all of her aunts, sisters, cousins, and..really, everyone else in the Lincolnverse (as some of them jokingly called it), she was open and comfortable with her sexuality. Almost everyone here had seen each other naked or engaged in sex with Lincoln at one point or another. And if they hadn't, they had heard about it, trading graphic, cum drenched stories. No one was ashamed of their sexuality or of being seen heard, smelled, or even tasted by the others. This, however, was new for most of the girls involved, and Haiku could understand them being nervous and unsure of themselves.
"If there's something not too hardcore, I'd like to try it out," Loan continued, finding a little more confidence. Her voice was firmer, clearer. She seemed to sit up a little straighter and drew power and strenghth from the presence of Leia, who looked just as excited yet nervous as Loan did.
Haiku, Lincoln, Lori, Lucy, and Lynn all looked at one another. "Would you like to go down to our dungeon?" Lynn asked. "It's fully stocked and has every BDSM device you can think of."
Loan hesitated and looked at Leia, who sucked her lips into her mouth and waggled her eyebrows. That could have meant anything at all, but Loan understood percisely what it meant. "No," Loan said, "If everyone is okay with it, II want to do it right here…so it'll be more humiliating."
Lynn looked out over the sea of faces crowding the living room. "Everyone hear that?"
Everyone indicated that they did.
"You guys up to staying for a live bonus show?"
A murmur of excitement went up and swept the room. A few people shouted "Yeah" and "bring the pain!" which made Haiku smile and Loan and Leia look a little nervous.
"Are you excited to have new playthings?" Haiku asked Lincoln.
Lincoln nodded. "I am. I'm really looking forward to this. Loan, being so timid and anxious, usually only wants boring old vanilla."
Loan flushed but seemed to understand that this was part of her father's tactics to humiliate her in front of everyone else. She took it in stride, then, even when everyone else chuckled and laughed at her.
"Whipping might be a little too much for a beginner," Lynn said, "so we'll go ahead and put that in the NOT RIGHT NOW PILE."
"Bondage would work," Lucy said.
Bondage was what everyone should start off with in the BDSM world. Some people never made it past bondage and that was okay, but it was the gateway drug that opened up new vistas of expierence, in both pain and pleasure. It rendered you immobile and left you feeling helpless, which was a good start. You could build on that if you liked, as it wasn't too extreme or painful. Even some of the most vanilla people on earth liked to be tied up occasionally. It was like putting pepper on a bland streak; it spiced things up. Of course to someone as far along the BDSM journey as Haiku, Lucy, or even Lynn, simple bondage was as plain and vanilla as regular old missionary sex was to everyone else.
Lucy and Lynn went downstairs into the basement, which they had converted into a virtual sex dungeon complete with swings, whips, stocks, and other devices guarenteed to take your BDSM to another level. They opened a metal cabinet and looked through it. The shelves were neatly marked. RESTRAINTS. There were ropes, chains, handcuffs, and even zip ties, the kind ICE might use on illegal immigrents. Lucy found what she was looking for and grabbed it. They went back upstairs and held it up for all to see. A studded leather strap with a collar and attached leather cuffs with buckles. Lucy explained how it worked. "This part fits around the neck and this part lays across the back. You cuff the hands behind the person and them are completely at your mercy."
She looked ato Loan and cracked a wicked little smile. Loan seemed to gulp a little but made no other sign that she was nervous, doubtful, or having second thoughts.
Just then, Leia tentatively raised her hand, looking for all the world like a girl who thought she knew the answer to the teacher's question, but who was not certain that she really did and was therefore afraid to make an ass out of herself in front of the whole class. "Yes, Leia?" Haiku asked.
"Uh…I, uh, I kind of want to try it too," Leia said haltingly. "Nothing too crazy, though. I do not want scars."
Haiku blinked in surprise.
Well.
That was…unexpected, to say the least.
Of all the girls who could have possibly volunteered to try BDSM with their father, Leia was the last one Haiku would have expected. While not a literal beauty queen / princess wannabe like her mother, Leia was, indeed, blonde, prissy, and what Haiku thought of as "girly." In school Haiku hated girls like that. She had grown and matured over the interveneing years, and had come to accept people more fully. Still, old stereotypes die hard, and she always saw Leia as pink, pretty, and girlish.
Then again, Cleo was pretty girly and she loved BDSM with Lincoln.
"Alright," Haiku said at lenght, drawing the word slightly out in her susprise. She turned to Lynn, who gave a curt nod. Lynn dashed off, and a few moments later, she returned to the living room from the basement with a second, smaller restraint for Leia. It was identical to the one for Loan.
"Alright, girls," Lucy said, "stand up."
Loan and Leia exchanged a somewhat uneasy glance and then got to their feet. They came forward, and Lucy motioned for them to turn around. Lucy wrapped the collar around Loan's neck from behind and then cuffed her hands in the small of her back. Lynn did the same thing to Leia, taking great pains to make sure the leather strap was not so tight that it bit into the little girl's pink, delicate flesh. She could be a whiny little baby at times and Lynn didn't want to hear her bitching because the cuffs were too tight. Whether or not they were, Leia kept her mouth closed like a trooper. She and Loan faced the rest of the people in the packed living room, some - but by no means all - of their family members. Their aunts, cousins, and sisters watched with perverted expectation, leering like hungry dogs at the specticle taking shape even now before them. A bright pink blush spread across the bridge of Leia's pert little nose and she darted her clear eyes to the floor. She was already feeling hot and shaky with embarrassment. She normally did not like this feeling but something about it now was exciting, thrilling even.
Next to her, her older sister Loan was feeling pretty much the same thing. She was blushing and doing her best to keep from making eye contact with the gallary of faces before her. She could feel their greedy and egar eyes boring into her, hot like pinprick lasers against her skin, and she swallowed hard against a sandpaper throat. She had never been one for exhbitionism - that is, being watched while engaging in sex acts. Thought truth be told, she had done it before. A few years ago when her gaming PC needed an upgrade and she didn't have the money to fix it, she streamed herself masturbating to her followers for donations. It wasn't very graphic. All you could see was her sitting at her computer, her arm moving back and forth as she rubbed herself under the table. A small, malignant part of her enjoyed it, but she was so ashamed of it that she pushed that to the back of her mind and ignored it.
It stood to reason that she would instantly enjoy this. However, this was much different. For starters, she didn't know any of her followers, and they really didn't know her. She was just a face on a screen and they were text in a chat window. She knew everyone here tonight. She saw them almost every day and would have to face them after this whole BDSM scnario was done.
That was kind of embarrassing.
And on some level, she really, really liked that.
Lucy pulled the straps tight around Loan's wrists and neck. The collar cut into her flesh and partially restricted her windpipe, reducing her airflow. Unlike Lynn with Leia, she took no caution to make sure that Loan was remotely comfortable. Loan was a grown woman and could bear the full brunt of what was about to happen, should bear the full brunt of what was about to happen. In Lucy's mind, there was no room for pussyfooting around when it came to BDSM. The whole point was to be uncomfortable, in a certain amount of pain, and embarrassed. Anything less…well, that wasn't BDSM.
That was posing.
And Lucy fucking hated a poser.
When both girls were snugly and securely restrained, Lucy and Lynn stepped back as if to admire their handiwork. "Alright," Haiku said. "Let's start off slow."
The others backed away and cleared a space at the head of the living room, where everyone could see. Ronnie Anne and Leni moved the coffee table and sat it aside to provide the girls and their father with extra space. Lucy and Lynn forced both girls to their knees in front of Lincoln and Lincoln towered over them, seeming to stare down at their upturned faces like an arrogant king, his hands planted firmly on his hips. An expectant hush fell over the room as everyone waited to see what was going to happen…what Lincoln would do and how his daughters would react to it. Being very experienced in sexual matters if not BDSM, they all had an inkling of an idea. It was hard not to with the way he was standing, and with the way Loan and Leia lovingly and obediantly looked up at him.
Slowly, with a flourish and without looking away from his impatiently waiting daughters, he began to unbuckle his belt. The silence already holding sway over the room seemed to deepen, and a thrill of electricity raced through the room. Owing to their genetics, the Loud girls - sisters, cousins, aunts, and all - were predisposed to not only be horny sluts but also to be horny sluts for their patriarch. The promise of his perfectly crafted penis making an appearence was enough to set their hearts racing and to stir nests of butterflies in their stomachs. Loan bit her bottom lip and Leia suppressed a wicked little grin. There was nothing on earth quite as beautiful or amazing as her father's fat cock, and as she watched him pull it out, her mouth began to water.
Holding his dick in one hand, Lincoln stepped to Loan. He brushed her blonde hair aside, cupped his free hand around the back of her neck, and forced her onto his dick. Her moist lips spread around his shaft and her hot saliva coated his skin. Her tongue grazed the under side of his dick as he slid it slowly and gently to the back of her throat. Tears welled in her eyes and she squeezed them closed; she had a gag reflex but she could suppress it if she focused and concentrated hard enough. Lincoln knew this which is why he was gentle at first. He planned to be rougher, to give her a literal taste (no pun intended) of rough sex and BDSM, but he wanted to her to adjust and get used to it first.
When his tip touched the back of her throat, a little shudder went through Loan's body. She flexed her wrists against the leather cuffs binding her hands in the small of her back. She leaned forward as far as she could, arching her back, and took him as far down her throat as possible. His wild and masculine taste filled her mouth and she could feel his salty precum beginning to coat her tongue. She drew her head slightly back and then surged forward again, working his shaft with her lips and tongue, licking and lapping, a mixture of his juices and her saliva swishing around and dribbling down her chin. Lincoln threaded his fingers through her messy blonde hair and forced her head back and forth. She increased her speed and went faster, and Lincoln began to thrust in and out of her mouth. He tugged her hair hard, like a horse rider yanking on the reigns to bring his mare to as stop, and tears sprang to her eyes. She stopped moving her head and let Lincoln proceed to fuck her mouth.
Everyone watched in rapt silence, some interested in Loan's form, other's turned on and rubbing their legs crisply together in an effort to relieve the pressure mounting in their loins. Leia watched from the corner of her eye, softly biting her pink lower lip and squeezing her thighs together. She was close enough to Loan that she could smell her father's manly scent and it was making her crazy. Her tiny heart pounded like a jackhammer against her small breast, and her pink nipples brushed against the fabric of her shirt, sending tendrils of pleasure into her already moist center. Her tits longed to be touched, caressed, squeezed, and sucked. She loved it when Dad played with her nipples. She seriously doubted that he would be doing that to her today. She didn't know much about BDSM but she had the feeling that today, Dad would be using her as an object the way he was even now using Loan as one.
From the corner of her eye, Leia watched as Dad rutted her older sister's mouth, his wet, glistening shaft going back and forth, in and out. His balls slapped Loan's chin and his cute little tuft of white pubic hair tickled her nose. Tears streamed down Loan's cheeks as Dad's dick strained against her throat, making her cheeks bulge out and giving her the appearance of a squirrel storing nuts for the winter. Dad held her head in place, pulling her hair, and rammed himself into her mouth harder, harder, the slap of his nuts against her chin getting louder, sounding more painful. Leia did not have balls of her own but their fragility, and the excruciating agony that one felt any time they befell even the slightest tap or hit was legendary. She did not have her own but she still cringed a little at the steady thwacking sound they made as they struck Loan's jutting chin.
Ouch, didn't that hurt?
Suddenly, Dad released Loan's hair and pulled slowly out of her mouth. Ribbons of drool dripped from his glistening cock and it seemed to throb ever so slightly, like a beating heart. He turned slightly to his left, and his cock pointed at Leia like a fat, possessive finger. Her heart jumped into her throat and a nest of butterflies filled her stomach. She flicked her clear eyes up to his face, and he favored her with a cocky half grin. She brushed her teeth over her lower lip, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth, inviting him to cum inside.
Where it was warm and wet.
Dad took a step forward and grabbed his dick in his hand. Holding it, and giving it a little squeeze so that it swelled up like a plump hotdog, he guided it to her mouth. The smell wafted into her nose and her panties instantly damepened. Holding his member still, Lincoln slowly and lovingly traced the outline of her lips, smearing a combination of his precum and Loan's saliva all over her mouth. A little shiver of delight went through Leia's body and her breath caught. She drew in his scent through her nose and her mouth started to water. Her eyelids fluttered like a dreamer in the deepest depths of the rapid eye movement cycle and her breathing increased. When Dad finally slid his dick into her mouth, she moaned in the back of her throat. He grazed his nails over her scalp and undid the butterfly clips keeping her hair up. Her hair spilled out in a cascade of blonde and he ran his fingers through it, relishing the soft, silky feeling.
Leia swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting every curve, ridge, and bump of his manhood. His balls rubbed lightly against her chin and she sorely wished that her hands were free and not cuffed behind her back so that she could reach around and play with his balls. She loved his ball skin. It was so soft. She also closed playing with his dick. It was like hot iron swaddled in warm velvet. She loved anything having to do with his dick, and right now, with him pumping it in and out of her mouth, Leia was in her glory.
Now Dad was tugging and pulling her hair a little harder, a little bit harder, harder still. Tears welled in her eyes but it felt so fucking good. She tilted her head back even more and rolled his dick over her tongue. She bobbed her head back and forth, alternating between slow and fast. She knew how her father liked his oral and had always worked hard to make him cum in the shortest amount of time possible. Being oversexed and experienced the way he was, it usually took him a while to get there, and getting him off in under two minutes would be a huge boost for her ego.
She tilted her head back and looked up at him, staring straight into hs eyes as she worked his dick with her mouth. He smiled down at her…she shoved her head down onto his dick, forcing himself to the back of her throat. Pulling her hair hard, he started to pound her throat the way he had with Loan. His balls began to hit her chin and his pubic hair tickled her nose. A few strands came loose in her mouth and she could feel them on her tongue. Not that she could do anything about it, though. In fact, she couldn't do anything but let him bob her head up and down. She wasn't sucking him anymore…he was fucking her mouth, and she had no control over what was happening. Unlike her older sister Loan, she did not have much of a gag reflex, so she didn't choke or cough, but it was a bit uncomfortable having the head of his dick rutting the back of her throat.
His precum oozed from his tip faster, filling her mouth and coating her tongue and throat. Its tasty was warm and salty, like snot. She made slight gagging noises as he went faster still. She squeezed her eyes closed against a rush of tears and braced her knees against the floor, doing her best to hold on; he was fucking her so hard now that she felt like he was going to knock her over. Maybe that was the point. The tears were causing her mascara to run and to stain her cheeks, and her hair was a tangled mess. She was the type of girl who refused to go out in public until her hair and make up were both done and on point. She did not want anyone, including her family (especially her family) to see her in a disheveled state, and in that moment, she understood that Dad was trying to embarrass and humiliate her.
Her cheeks burned with something approaching shame and she was suddenly all too aware of being watched by dozens of eyes. She could hear chuckling, low whispers, and hushed talk. Dad slammed into her mouth, all the way to the hilt, and his dick bulged against the back of her throat. He held onto her hair and thrusted again. Drool and precum flowed from her mouth, spilling down her chin and splattering the front of her shirt. "She can't take much more, Lincoln," Lucy said.
"Fuck her," Dad grunted. "She loves daddy's cock so much, she can have it. All of it."
Finally, Dad's cock swelled and he began to twitch, a telltale sign that he was about to cum. He pulled out and suddenly he was cumming on her face. It was wet and thick and blinded her. When she opened her eyes, he was cumming on Loan's face too. When it was said and done, they were both covered in jizz, both absolutely soaked.
Leia thought that that would be all, but it was only the beginning.
First, he pushed her to the ground, reached under her skirt, and yanked her panties down, throwing them aside. Then he laid back and forced her to get on top of him, her hands still cuffed behind her. Holding her hips, he forced her onto his dick. It penetrated her and spread her walls apart with a painful sting. Laying back and holding her hips, Dad stared up at her as she began to bounce, the friction caused by his dick stroking her walls making her blush and pant. She threw her head back and bounced hard, bringing herself down on him and taking him all the way to the back of her womb. Dad ran his hands over her body and cupped his hands around her breasts, squeezing them hard through her shirt. She arched her back, leaning into his touch, and bucked hard, crying out as his curved head brushed her G-Spot.
Next up was Loan. He did pretty much the same thing with her, only he had her facing away from him in reverse cowgirl. Her not incomsiderable ass jiggled as he fucked her, and he slapped it several times with a meaty sound. A titter of laughter went through the room and Loan burned with shame. At one point, he jammed his finger into her butthole and she jumped with a yelp, crashing back down onto his dick and catching his load as it shot from his depths. It filled her womb, and Dad pulled out, letting it dribble from her depths.
Both her and Leia had bellies full of his cum, but neither got to cum themselves.
Still, this wasn't the end.
Dad directed Leia to give oral to Loan. Loan lay back and spread her thighs, and Leia went down on her, licking and sucking Dad's cum from her pussy. While she did that, Lynn walked over and put her foot on the back of Leia's head, forcing her face deep into Loan's snatch. Lynn flexed, and everyone laughed.
Lynn grinded her foot against the back of Leia's head, and Leia had no choice but to drink the juices flowing from her older sister in an attempt to breathe.
"Lick it clean, you little bitch," Lynn said. "God knows Loan needs a good bath."
Everyone laughed again. "It's true," Lori said, "she doesn't bathe."
"Does it smell, princess?" Lynn asked, her voice lowering and becoming ominous.
Leia made a muffled noise. Actually, it kind of did, but mainly like Dad's dick.
"Come on, Linc," Lynn said. "Now you step on her head."
Lincoln hesitated. "I don't know, that might be a little much for her first time."
"She'll be fine," Lucy said.
Lincoln wavered for a moment, but then Lola spoke up. "Do it."
He looked at her. She sat on the couch with her legs spread and her dress hiked up. She was furiously plunging her French tipped fingers into her pink pussy, really enjoying seeing her snooty little mini me being dominated and humiliated.
Leia lifted her head a little. "Do it, Daddy," she said, "I want to feel dominated and humiliated."
That decided him. He gently stepped on the back of her head and forced her face deeper into Loan's crotch. "You like eating pussy, don't you?" he asked, continuing the game. "You're daddy's little dyke. Slurp it up."
Leia licked Loan faster.
"You think you're a princess but you're not," Dad said. "You pretend but you're really just a nasty little gutter slut thirsting after your father's cock. What a pathetic little shit. You're just like your whore of a mother."
Lola was masturbating much harder now, really getting off on the humiliation.
"You're both horny sluts meant to be slaves rather than princesses."
He pushed Leia's face deeper into Loan's crotch, and finally, with a cry, Loan began to cum. Her entire body bucked and heaved, and her hips began to thrust up and down, riding Leia's face. A scarlet flush came over her features and her eyes narrowed to Japanese like slits. She had never cum this hard in her entire life and it took her a long time to come down from it.
Leia, too, came, from the pure degradation and humiliation of what she was forced to do. The two girls lay in a tangle, panting and trying to catch their breath.
Finally, Lincoln had the two girls kneel next to each other and press their foreheads to the carpet. He knelt behind Leia, grabbed her hair, and wrenched it back hard as he slammed into her. Her eyes crossed and a mixture of pleasure and pain exploded inside of her. Dad slammed into her as hard as he could, wanting to hurt and humiliate her…though not too much. He could make it really hurt if he wanted to.
He moved onto Loan, doing the same thing, and for a while he would fuck one for a minute or two, then switch to the other. After a while, Leia was begging to cum, but Dad wouldn't let her. Cocking his knee, Lincoln laid his hand on her ass and went harder. Finally, at long last, Leia's orgasm broke over her and she came with a shudder and a cry. "She didn't last very long, did she?" Ronnie Anne asked. Dad filled her pussy with cum, then pushed her away and went onto Loan, fucking her the same way he had Leia.
Loan lasted a little longer than Leia had, but not by much. Dad slapped her ass, pulled her hair, and called her mean names. She cried out and her body tightened around him, squeezing his cock and sucking his cum from him. They climaxed together, and when he was done, Dad pulled out.
Both girls lay face down on the carpet, red faced, panting, and oozing cum from their chaffed pussies.
"And that," Lucy said, "is BDSM 101."