Summary: As promise by Lincoln Reina as well as all the sisters that live with her are going to have a special night with Lincoln. Now Reina is going to full on, on the BDSM tendencies of her family and inspired by the video Lilith and her family made she would try very harsh raceplay with it.

J0na Nagera: Thans for your comment again. I am glad you liked Bed and Allie there will be more of them eventually, at least that is my plan, also about Beds age, Yeah I maybe should have been mention directly but I thing she would have between 7 and 8 so yeah on of the ones who started the youngest on the Families activities.

The hearse, its sleek black exterior gleaming ominously under the brilliant sun, crept to a precise halt along the meticulously maintained curb of Cleveland Street. The growling engine surrendered to silence, leaving a palpable stillness in its wake. From within this somber vehicle emerged Lucy, a statuesque figure with an aura of gothic allure. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded like a silken curtain over her eyes, shrouding her pale face in a veil of mystery.

Lucy's attire, as always, spoke volumes about her unconventional tastes. Her ensemble consisted of a form-fitting black dress that clung to her frame like a second skin, accentuating her ethereal presence. Dark lace patterns adorned the sleeves and hem, lending an air of intricate elegance to her attire. The skirt of her dress swirled around her long legs as she gracefully exited the car.

Beside her, Lupa, Lucy's daughter, embodied a rebellion against traditional beauty norms. Her short, unruly hair was as white as freshly fallen snow, a stark contrast to her mother's dark mystique. In contrast to the perfectionist tendencies of the neighborhood they found themselves in, Lupa's hair refused to be tamed, with rogue strands stubbornly straying over her face. She pushed them back with a nonchalant flick of her fingers, her eyes reflecting her inherited defiance.

Stepping out of the car into the sunlight, Lucy's nieces, Lacy and Lynn III, both thirteen, added their own unique essence to the tableau. Lacy's pale brown hair, a subtle cascade of color amid this tableau of darkness, caught the gentle breeze as it fluttered in a delicate dance. She shifted the weight of her black backpack on her shoulders, the accessory lending an incongruous touch of everyday mundanity to her otherwise unconventional appearance.

On the other side of the vehicle, Lynn III descended with a practiced grace. Her long brown hair, impeccably held in a neat bun, appeared as if it were a work of art meticulously sculpted by unseen hands. Her expression, one of thoughtful curiosity, seemed momentarily at odds with the mood of the day.

Lucy, with a sense of nostalgia mingled with unease, observed her surroundings. The house, an embodiment of suburban perfection, loomed before her. Its red roof arched like the back of a slumbering dragon, and the blue door, its hue as vivid as a summer sky, drew her gaze like a siren's call.

From the deep, covered front porch, potted plants extended an invitation to all who approached, their vibrant green leaves and colorful blooms painting a striking contrast against the bleak aesthetic that Lucy had grown accustomed to. The lawn, an immaculate carpet of well-tended grass, seemed to defy nature with its pristine uniformity.

Yet, despite the picturesque facade that surrounded her, Lucy couldn't help but feel a discord between the suburban serenity she now faced and the shared, darker interests she and Haiku had once reveled in as inseparable friends.

Haiku, a figure from Lucy's past who had seemingly embraced a more conventional lifestyle, was about to reenter her life. Their bond, a thread woven through the tapestry of time, had remained unbroken. With a deep breath, Lucy advanced toward the blue door, her daughter and nieces in tow.

Last night, Lucy was in her element, comfortably ensconced in her bed, her smartphone casting a faint, ethereal glow across her face as she indulged in the digital world's endless offerings. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her pillow as her thumb gracefully glided across the touchscreen. She was in the midst of unraveling the enigma of an online mystery novel when, out of the blue, her phone jolted to life with an incoming call.

The ringtone shattered the tranquil ambiance of her room, filling the space with an unwelcome intrusion. Lucy's eyebrows furrowed as she reached for the device. A call? In this era of text messages, social media, and instant messaging, a phone call felt like an artifact from a bygone era.

With a curious mixture of anticipation and trepidation, Lucy swiped her thumb across the screen to answer the call. The caller's identity illuminated her screen, and her heart skipped a beat. It was Haiku. The surprise of receiving a call from her close friend left her momentarily disoriented.

Lucy rarely used her phone for actual calls. In this age of digital communication, she had grown accustomed to text-based interactions, emojis, and the occasional meme exchange. The intrusion of a voice call often signaled a certain urgency, importance, or impending doom, in her mind. The only other callers she expected were relentless telemarketers peddling the phantom menace of her car's extended warranty.

Yet, despite her apprehension, Lucy couldn't help but feel a warm sense of familiarity and connection as she heard Haiku's voice on the other end of the line. Her friend's words flowed like a gentle stream, inviting her for a visit.

"Lucy," Haiku began, her tone filled with excitement, "I've got something you need to see. A new video project my daughters and I just finished. It's... interesting."

Lucy's curiosity piqued. She couldn't resist a grin forming on her lips. Haiku was a constant source of delight and surprise, and her penchant for creativity often led to unique, unforgettable experiences. Putting aside her initial reservations about phone calls, Lucy responded, "I'm intrigued, Haiku. Count me in. When should I come over?"

As the call ended, Lucy couldn't help but wonder what kind of eccentric, artistic masterpiece Haiku and her daughters had conjured this time. With a sense of anticipation, she set her phone aside and prepared herself for another extraordinary adventure in the company of her dearest friend.

A few weeks ago, Haiku, along with Lucy's help, made a video of her and her daughters engaging in hardcore BDSM with Lincoln. Well…it wasn't exactly hardcore per se. Lucy, a long time enthusist of BDSM, had seen and participated in some of the hardest stuff you can imagine, including blood and knife play. For those who don't know, that basically means getting cut and bleeding. Being sliced (lightly) and diced (gently) were both great and there was nothing like it. Once you did that sort of thing, everything else seemed kind of tame by comparison. Haiku and the girls basically got naked and pulled Lincoln around in a chariot while he whipped them and called them names. In Lucy's opinion, that was midcore, but the girls - with the exception of Haiku - were young and inexperienced, so starting there made a lot of sense.

Haiku's video was inspired by one Lucy and Lynn had done of Lupa and Lacy engaging in pet play with Lincoln. Her daughter Lilith turned out to be really into the idea of BDSM and that video helped push her in the direction of asking to try it out. The tape - Haiku's - was a hit with the whole family and had, Lucy felt, planted a seed that was sure to blossom and bear fruit over time. It had already led to Allie and Bed, two of the Loud family's adopted daughters, to make up their mind and have their first time with Lincoln. She also suspected that several of the other girls in the family were considering getting involved.

All it all started with her video.

Not to brag, of course, but still, Lucy couldn't help feeling a little bit of pride in that fact. She had started a trend and was happy to see it beginning to take hold, since she was a devout BDSM slut. She personally thought it was among the greatest things ever. It not only helped bring you closer to the person you did it with, it helped build trust and relieve stress and aggressions. You know how some people cut themselves to release endorphins in their brains? BDSM caused pretty much the same reaction.

Therefore, BDSM was good for the mind, the heart, and the soul. There were also other benefits specific to individual forms of BDSM, such as humilation. Humilation play helped people to become both humble and confident, to know and embrace their limits and imperfections, but also to realize that they did, in fact, have those imperfections. A lot of people - especially, sadly, women - walk around with grossly inflated egos because they have been told from the cradle (by everyone from their daddy to CNN) that they are perfect, infallible, and deserve the best. That led ro ones and two turning their noses up at other ones and twos because they "deserve" better. Conversely, a lot of people (mostly, sadly, men) walk around with chronic insecurities because they haven't learned to love and embrace themselves. They're constantly ignored and rejected and develop a complex about their flaws. BDSM would cure both of those things.

Actually, Lucy didn't think there was much that BDSM couldn't cure. Got cancer? Let a loved one whip you. World War 3 breaks out? Get the leaderds together and have them give each other golden showers. The west is in perpetual decline like the Roman Empire and the mongol hoards are braying at the gate? Handcuffs and dildos for everyone. It's the only way to save the world.

Lucy honestly believed that if more people engaged in it, earth would be a chiller and much happier place. People would find themselves, bond with each other, and reach a Buddah like level of peace and understanding. Unfortunately, even though the key of happiness and ultimate enlightenment was staring humanity right in the face, humanity was too dim to realize it.

Oh well.

More whips and chains for her.

At the door, she rang the bell, and Haiku answered wearing a pair of black slacks and a sweater that really showcased her massive breasts. She looked every bit the suburban mom that she was, but Lucy knew the truth, that a demonic she bitch who loved being dominated, beaten, bitten, and pissed on lurked beneath that placid facade. "Glad you could make it," Haiku said.

"I hope this is good," Lucy said, "I'm missing the Twilight Zone marathon on SyFy to be here."

Lucy was joking, of course, though you wouldn't be able to tell that from the tone of her voice. She spoke, as always, in what could be characterized as a flat, emotionless monotone. Even those who knew her well sometimes couldn't tell what she was feeling at any given moment. There were small, telltale signs that you could pick up on - the corner of her mouth twitching up or down, the subtle set of her body - but largely, she was an enigma wrapped in a mystery and dipped in "I don't understand her, she's weird."

Haiku smiled at her friend and gave a slight, almost impercetable nod. "Oh, it is. You guys are gonna love it." She looked at Lacy, Lupa, and Lynn III.

"I'm sure we will," Lynn III piped lightly.

"Come in," Haiku said and stepped aside.

Lucy went in first, followed by Lupa, Lacy, and Lynn III bringing up the rear. Inside, the living room was neat and tidy, a sectional couch facing a wall mounted TV, pictures of family hanging here and there, and the white carpet fluffy and soft as though it had been recently vacuumed. The fresh scent of baby powder touched the air, and a sense of calm and peace instantly washed over Lucy, Lupa, Lacy, and Lynn III. Haiku's home was always tranquil and nice. There was some indefinable quality about it that that never failed to set them at ease. Lupa, perhaps the smartest of her companions (sans her mother, of course), figured that it felt this way because it was a place that she and the others rarely went, therefore it felt special because of that. After all, Disneyland is great but if you live there and ride all the rides every single day, it kind of loses its specialness.

Haiku closed the door behind them and locked it, engaging the security chain. You'd think from the way she acted about keeping the doors locked that she lived in a crime riddled slum, not a suburban middle class paradise. Of course, Lupa figured, that wasn't so crazy when you really sat down and thought about it. A lot of weird, freaky, and yes, illegal things went on behind these doors. You wouldn't want to risk someone walking in and seeing a white haired man railing his eleven year old daughter from behind. They wouldn't understand and it would lead to some very dark places, like a court room and then possibly a prison cell.

At least for Dad and Haiku. The girls would wind up with one of their aunts or, if the full extent of Dad's "involvement" with his daughters became known, some kind of orphanage or foster care.

That would not be good.

Not at all.

Since the BDSM video Haiku showed the family had gone over so well (several of the girls had even asked for their own copy), she, Lynn, and Lucy had decided to start a new Loud family tradition. They had gotten together a few days ago over coffee and, sitting around the table in Haiku's kitchen, discussed their new idea: Making a whole series of hard, especially detailed BDSM videos, each with a different theme and focusing on different family members. For instance, you might have Lola and Leia in one video and then Lyra and Lupa in another. Part of the reason Haiku wanted to do this was because she genuinely had fun making BDSM videos. Heck, she loved BDSM period. She loved being submissive and being beaten. She loved watching other people being beaten and submissive. Another part of the reason was that, like Lucy, she believed in the power of BDSM to heal all wounds and to build new bridges between people. She and Lucy had come to the conclusion that small scale BDSM rituals between a few family members here and there would bring them closer.

Hopefully in the future, they could graduate to large scale BDSM rites. Imagine the chariot video, where Lilith and the others pulled Lincoln around like a team of horses, only on a grander scale. Instead of five women pulling him, there would be ten, or twenty. Instead of an abandoned warehouse, they would fill a stadium like some gladiator games, all with Lincoln dishing out his painful, punishing love. Haiku painted such a beautiful picture of the future they could create by spreading and promoting BDSM among the family that Lucy and Lynn were both almost instantly sold on the idea.

Of course, that was an end goal, and one that they would likely not reach any time soon. If at all. Realistically, they didn't expect that every single member of the Loud family would just so happen to share their taste for BDSM, and that was fine, they wouldn't force anyone to do anything they didn't want to. They would do their best to talk sense into them, but if they couldn't get over their inhibitions, oh well, some people can't. They would try their level best to convert as many of their sisters, cousins, and nieces as possible, like a pair of Christian missionaries in an African village. They would save what souls they could. That was all they could really do.

Presently, Haiku ushered Lucy, Lupa, Lacy, and Lynn III to the sofa. "I'll get us some refreshments," the older woman said with a sin filled little twinkle in her eye. She rushed off toe the kitchen. Lucy waited a moment, then got up and said that she was going to help. It didn't feel right making Haiku do all the work. Lucy was the kind of woman who, if you invited her over for a meal, insisted on helping with the dishes. It was only right.

Haiku's kitchen was as neat and spotless as the rest of the house. With its island, granite countertops, and overhead pan rack (not to mention the gleaming cherry oak cabinets), it looked like a the kitchen in a show house, unused, unspoiled, and ready for a very wealthy someone to move in. Everyone in the Loud family lived in nice houses (even if two or three family units had to combine and live together in order to afford it), but out of them all, Haiku had the nicest home. Before she and the others lived here, it belonged to a surgeon who worked at Royal Woods General. He put it on the market when he retired to Florida and Lincoln snapped it up, not knowing who would live here but knowing that someone would. You see, he did that, bought property without knowing who would live there. He had no plans beyond "I have a big family and they need space - I'll worry about the details later." Haiku and her kids were renting a house much too small for them so they were the lucky ones who got to move in. Lucy couldn't lie: She loved her home but she was a little jealous that Haiku, and not she, wound up here.

Oh well, it wasn't that big of a deal.

Haiku was at the microwave making some popcorn. She heard Lucy come in and glanced over her shoulder. "Need some help?" Lucy asked.

"Sure," Haiku said. "There's a two litier of root beer in the fridge and a thing of vanilla ice cream in the freezer. If you could make each of us a root beer float, that would be great."

Lucy went to the fridge, opened it, and took out the root beer, then fetched the ice cream from the freezer. She took them both to the counter, sat them down, and grabbed three glass mugs from an overhead cabinet. She had been over here so often that she knew Haiku's kitchen just as well as she knew her own, and didn't need to even think about where anything was. She used a metal spoon to scoop a generous helping of ice cream into each mug, then topped it off with root beer, which foamed and fizzed and nearly overspilled the rim. "You know, I haven't had one of these in years," Lucy said thoughtfully as she returned the root beer and ice cream to their rightful place.

"I was randomly craving one the other day, so I bought the stuff and now I've been having them every day," Haiku said. The microwave dinged and she pulled out a bag of popcorn, the fourth or fifth one: They were all lined up on the counter together like a fleet of war machines dutifully waiting for the orders to move out.

Haiku and Lucy both opened bags of popcorn and dumped them into separate large bowls. They carried the refreshments into the living room where Lupa, Lacy, and Lynn III waited, and spread them across the coffee table. "Here you go," Haiku said. "Something to enjoy the movie with."

"Did you guys do something like the chariot thing?" Lacy asked eagerly as she picked up her mug, holding it with both hands like a child afraid of spilling her drink.

A soft smile touched Haiku's pallid face, and her dark, mysterious eyes danced with a warm and lively light. "No. Actually, we're not even in it. This video focuses on Ronnie and Reina."

All three of the girls looked a little surprised and taken aback. Renia, with her glasses and somewhat semi-timid personality, seemed an unlikely participant in a session of BDSM play. Then again, all of the girls present had done and enjoyed things that at first, they didn't see themselves doing. It's funny where life can take you if you only let yourself be guided by its currents. Surely, Abraham Lincoln didn't see himself becoming president as he was living in some backwoods cabin and splitting firewood. Toddler Hitler likely had no idea that he would go on to become the most hated and reviled man in the world behind Bono from U2. It's not like he sat in school daydreaming about taking over Germany and cooking six million Jews. Or maybe he did. If his mother spanked him - sexily - this all could have been avoided.

Yes, BDSM could have even cured Hitler of being Hitler. Instead of taking out his frustrations about Germany losing World War I on everyone else, he could have just whipped and pegged his girlfriend. Problem solved.

Anyway, that wasn't the hot topic. Renia was. Ronnie Anne was your typical fiery Latina stereotype. She was passionate, opinionated, vocal, and never backed down from confrontation. In school, she had been something of a bully and a deliquent, picking on kids one minute, then skipping class to go smoke cigarettes behind the dumpster the next. She did not seek trouble nor did she unnecessarily nag, but if you stepped to her, she'd step right back, and she would always fight and stand up for what she believed in, even if it was something minor. Everyone liked Ronnie Anne and got along with her. Lucy had never known the Hispanic to engage in BDSM and honestly, knowing her personality, she expected her to be a total dom the one cracking the whip rather than having the whip cracked on her. However, apparently, as it turned out, she had become very interested in being Lincoln's sub.

While a little…interesting, for lack of a better word…it really wasn't surprising to Lucy. Being the armchair big brain expert on the topic that she was, she knew full well that many subs were actually dominant and domineering people who got off on switching and changing up the power dynamic for sexual purposes. Some of them were men, of course, but many, many, many of them were women, the kind who wore a power suit to work and had a corner office. Lucy knew one woman who was a corporate CEO while her husband was a sweater wearing stay at home dad. Yet in the bedroom, she crawled on her belly like a snake while her seemingly weak and effete husband flogged her ass with a leather riding crop.

Renia, on the other hand, seemed to quiet and shy to be interested in BDSM. That's not to say that shy and timid people can't be into BDSM, of course, but there was somrthing about Renia, something that Lucy couldn't put her finger on, that made her interest in BDSM pretty surprising. Maybe it was her innocence? Maybe it was her purity? Lucy didn't know. It was an indefinable "vibe" that you could not immediately name.

Was Lucy shocked to the point of falling over? No, but it was definitely unexpected.

"Lincoln promised to do something special with Ronnie and Renia," Haiku explained. "Since he took Cleo, Bed, and Allie on that date."

Sitting down and sipping from her root beer float, Haiku explained that a few weeks previously, she was making dick and tit shaped cookies for an upcoming PTA meeting when a knock came at the door. She dried her hands on a dish towel and went to see who it was. She undid the many locks and opened the door to find Renia and Ronnie Anne standing on the step. Now, this was both strange and commonplace at the same time. All of Lincoln's women - be they his sisters or a non sibling like Haiku or Ronnie Anne - considered themselves and each other family. It was not strange, therefore, to have a relative show up at your house. But it was also kind of strange because in the modern age, unannounced and unplanned visits rarely happened. There was always a text or a social media DM. It was so easy to communicate now that showing up without first saying something was nowhere near as common as it had been in the past. In fact, many people even considered it something of a taboo.

Haiku invited them in and they adjourned to the kitchen, which is where most meetings seemed to wind up. She made a pot of coffee and offered them both some cookies. They both chose a dick shaped one. They had frosting "cum" on the tip. Knowing Haiku's baking skills, Lucy bet they were really good, too.

"So," Haiku asked as she settled into a chair across from them.

Ronnie Anne looked at her daughter, who flicked her eyes nervously and shyly down at her lap. "Go on," Ronnie Anne gently encouraged, "tell her what you told me."

A slight blush crept across the bridge of Renia's nose and she shifted a little uncomfortably in her chair. "Well," she started, "I have this idea…"

That idea turned out to be a harsh session of BDSM race play inspired by the race play Lincoln had done with Cleo. Renia had never done anything like that - hadn't known that she would ever want to until she saw the tape - and needed guidance and support…a guidance and support that Ronnie Anne herself couldn't offer as she was nowhere near as well versed in the art of BDSM as Haiku was. "I don't know what to do," Renia said, her voice gaining a little more confidence. She looked up at Haiku and met her eyes, all, or at least most, traces of her shyness and embarrassment gone.

"I was happy for her," Haiku said now, stirring her float with a spoon, hoping to melt the ice cream so that she could drink it rather than eat it. "I love it when people take the first step into the wonderful world of BDSM."

"So do I," Lucy said.

Haiku went on to explain that she, Lucy, and Lynn had spent many days training Renia and Ronnie Anne both in the ways of BDSM, mainly how to handle harsh physical and psychological abuse. Lucy, of course, knew all of this, as she had played an active role in Renia and Ronnie Anne's training. The most important aspect, in Lucy's opinion, was to train them both to withstand physical pain…and to also associate it with sexual gratification. To that end, Lucy devised a system whereby she and Haiku would administer small doses of pain to Renia and Ronnie Anne, and then gradually increase it over time. They started off with smacks, pokes, and prods, focusing on the back and buttocks. By the end of it all, they had worked their way up to wet towels, which stung only slightly less than whips. They stripped both Renia and Ronnie Anne down to bare skin, hand cuffed their hands above their heads (the chains of their cuffs looped around a rope descending from the ceiling), and beat them across the back and butt. Lucy and Haiku would take turns beating them while the other went around to the front of them, knelt down, and ate their pussies. They would moan in pain and pleasure, the whole point of their exercise to get their bodies to respond with arousal to pain.

Sort of like a Pavlovian thing. You know Pavlov's Dogs, right? As per the internet: The Pavlovian response, also known as a conditioned response, refers to a learned, automatic, and involuntary response elicited by a previously neutral stimulus through classical conditioning. It is a key concept in Pavlov's experiments, where dogs learned to salivate in response to a bell.

So basically brainwashing. The goal of Lucy and Haiku's "training" was to brainwash Renia and Ronnie Anne to get off on Lincoln doing horrible things to them. Now, you might say "But brainwashing people isn't ethical." But hell, everything's brainwashing when you get right down to it. Religion, politics - people brainwash each other all the time, and they even brainwash themselves. Plus, it's not like they were doing it for evil or malicious purposes. They wanted Renia and Ronnie Anne to have fun and enjoy partaking in the beauty that is BDSM.

These torture sessions (if you want to call them that) would last anywhere from forty five minutes to two hours. In addition to them, Lucy and Haiku would work with both of them on the psychological aspect of the BDSM and raceplay. Sometimes they would sit across from the mother and daughter and kindly work with them like caring therapists. Other times, they would hurl verbal abuse and racial slurs at them as a way of conditioning them. "Taco sucking bitch," Haiku called Renia. "I smell refried beans," Lucy said and waved her hand in front of her nose, "Ronnie, close your legs."

"Wet back whore."

"Border jumping Mexinigger."

"Trump 2040."

"Your country's a shithole run by cartels."

"Wash that brown off your skin."

"Burrito breath."

Lucy and Haiku even dressed up in sombraos, panchos, and fake mustaches, then danced around Ronnie and Renia while shaking maracas and using thick Mexican accents. "Aye aye aye, it's a fiesta!"

When she wasn't being beaten or mocked for being a spic, Renia hung out with Lilith. Haiku's daughter worked closely with Renia to help her come up with ideas and scenarios for the upcoming session with Lincoln. Lilith took on this role because she had an excellent imagination and because she and Renia were fairly close friends, so it was only natural. After hers and Ronnie Anne's sessions with Lucy and Haiku, she and Lilith would adjourn to Lilith's room, stretch out on her bed like a couple of chatty girls gossiping about classmates and talking about boys, and come up with the ideas. At first, Renia was a little guarded and reluctant to talk about her fantasies, as she had never shared them with anyone but her mother, and only then in minimal detail. As she warmed up to the idea, gaining confidence from withstanding more and more beatings, she opened up.

Lilith took down extensive notes, and at the end of every meeting, she showed them to Haiku, who then told Lucy about them. Lucy had a vague and relatively limited knowledge of what Renia liked and wanted. Haiku was the one responsible for bringing it all together. She took a certain joy in taking charge of the situation. To her, she was helping a young girl make her dreams come true, and she fell into the role with the gusto of a kind and gentle person playing Santa Claus. For a time there, bringing Renia's fantasy to life became Haiku's every waking moment. It was her passion project, indeed it was her purpose in life, and it consumed her. She thought of nothing else. She lived, breathed, ate, and slept Renia's fantasy. She ordered all of the necessary accessories from the internet and made sure that everything was as perfect as perfect could be.

A week before she the big day, she invited Lincoln over. When he arrived, he found Lilith, Lucy, and Lynn sitting around the kitchen table. Lynn was slightly aware of what was going on but had so far not played an active role. She tagged along with Lucy mainly because she wanted some of Haiku's cookies. When Lincoln came in, she was quietly amusing herself by dunking cookies into a mug of coffee and messily munching on them like a child. "So," Lincoln asked after he had settled into a chair and poured himself a cup of coffee, "what did you want to see me about?"

"Well," Haiku started, "I've been talking to Renia and Ronnie Anne, and your little brown daughter has a fantasy she wants to play out with you."

Lincoln's brow shot up, a telltale sign of his intense interest. "Oh?" he asked and shoved a cookie into his mouth.

A smile touched Haiku's lips and she gave a slow, meaningful nod. She sat Lilith's notebook on the table, spun it around to face him, and slid it across the table. He looked at it, then at her, then back again. He took the notebook and opened the front cover. He leafed through the contents of the notebook, scanning passages here and there and looking at the pictures and diagrams that Lilith had drawn. He was amused by how seriously she and Haiku were taking this whole thing, but also impressed as well. He knew that Lilith was smart, but here she displayed a knack for mathematics and organization that he had hitherto not known that she possessed.

He flipped back to the beginning and began to read the whole thing in ernest. He occasionally sipped coffee and ate cookies as he did so. Haiku leaned over the edge of the table and watched him fixedly, intently, looking for any facial tic that might reveal his thoughts or emotions about what he was reading. From the way she was acting, you could be forgiven for mistakenly believing that this was her fantasy, not someone else's; she was very interested in what Lincoln thought of it, and felt a little nervous about how he would ultimately judge it. In a way, it had become her fantasy. She was just as invested in this as Renia and Ronnie Anne were.

When he was finally finished, he let out a deep breath and pushed the notebook away. "Well?" Haiku asked egarly.

Lincoln prodded the inside of his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue as though he were thinking deeply. Haiku could almost hear the Jeopardy! music playing as the cogs and wheels of his mind turned. "I don't know," he finally said. "Raceplay always makes me a little uncomfortable. I mean…if that's what she wants, I'll do it, but it's kind of…" he trailed off, leaving the thought unfinished and hanging over the table like a blue cloud of cigarette smoke.

"What?" Haiku asked.

With a sigh, Lincoln said, "It's just not my thing."

"I know," Haiku said, "but your daughter really, really, really wants it."

"I know," Lincoln said. "Like I said, I'm going to do it."

Haiku already had a date and time picked out, showing Lincoln just exactly where Lilith had gotten her flair for organizational thinking. It sure wasn't from him. God, you should have seen his locker in high school; it was a mess.

"Good," Haiku said, "I would hate to disappoint her."

Before Lincoln could respond to that, Lynn piped up, her mouth full of food. "Speaking of disappointment." She swallowed hard. "We're out of cookies."

Everyone laughed. Oh, you.

That night, Lincoln and Haiku confirmed the date and time. All that was left now was to wait, and to quote that old song: Waiting is the hardest part.

Finally, at long last, after what felt like forever, the big day dawned sunny and warm over Royal Woods. Lincoln was up with the sunrise, mentally preparing for what lay ahead. To really get into the part that he was to play, he needed to get himself into the right head space for it. He showered and then passed an hour alone, pumping himself up for the game he was to play with Ronnie Anne and their daughter.

After having a light breakfast of cereal and a banana (with orange juice because why not?), Lincoln walked over to Haiku's house. People were leaving for work and the paper boy zoomed by on his bike, tossing bagged and folded newspapers at all of the houses up and down the street. When Lincoln got to Haiku's house, he balled his fist to knock but the door opened and Lilith came out, hitting him hard like a football linebacker and throwing her arms around his waist. "Hi, Daddy," she said.

"Hi, honey," he said and ran his fingers through her long, silky hair. "Are you ready?"

Lilith nodded deeply. "I sure am," she said. "I can't wait to see this."

Lincoln chuckled at his daughter's enthusiasm. They went inside and found Haiku waiting for them. So excited for today was she that Haiku had been up since 3am getting everything ready. One thing that Lincoln had always loved about her was her zeal, passion, and commitment. That was what had really drawn him to her. There was something beautiful and magnetic about it.

"Alright," Haiku said, "let's go."

She, Lilith, and Lincoln climbed into Haiku's minivan and pulled out of the driveway, backing into the street and then angling south toward the house that Renia and Ronnie Anne shared with Leni, Sam, Luna, and their , all of the girls - Leni, Luna, Sam, Allie, Bed, Lyra, and the others greeted Lincoln and Haiku, each one of them excited to see him. "I can't wait to see what Renia and Ronnie have planned," Lyra said.

"Whatever it is," Liena said, "I know it's going to be good."

Sam's daughter Lina nervously played with her blonde hair. "I've been waiting for a week. It's like waiting for Christmas."

Lina and Renia were fairly close, even for sisters who shared the same house, and while Renia had told her that she had "something big" planned, she wouldn't tell her what it was. She wanted it to be a surprise.

Now Renia looked around at her sisters, who all turned to her expectantly. She had kept her plans a closely guarded secret. "It's going to be raceplay," she finally admitted, "like in the chariot video."

A ripple of excitement went through the crowd. "I liked that video," Lyra said.

"It's gonna be pretty harsh," Renia said and blushed a little bit.

"We're going to be filming it," Haiku said, "we've decided to start our own extreme BDSM family sex film collection and you are welcome to be execrators."

Lina looked up at Sam and Sam put her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Lina liked the last video very much and would be happy to play a role in this one."

As it turned out, the chariot video had awoken something in Lina just as it had in so many of Lincoln's other daughters. Neither she nor Sam had ever engaged in hardcore BDSM before but watching the video had made them want to try a little of it for themselves. Unlike some of the others, however, they were drawn more to the sadistic side of things rather than the maschositic. With their light hair and blue eyes, they would both fit perfectly in the role of racist Aryan ICE agents.

After everyone greeted everyone else, they all retired to the full basement beneath the house, a large concrete space that was big enough to comfortably fit everyone. Several rows of folding chairs were set up for the audience, which would consist of Leni, Liena, Bed, Luna, Lyra, Allie and Lilith. Luna, Ronnie, and Sam planned to eventually turn the basement into a full sex dungeon like the one Lucy and Lynn had.

Once everyone was seated, Lucy and Haiku set up a series of cameras to record the event from every possible angle. The basement took on the atmosphere of a low rent public access TV broadcast and an air of excitement filled the room. Even though the other members of the Loud family would be the only ones to see this tape, the girls in the audience still felt like they were in Hollywood.

Once the cameras were set up, Haiku and Sam went upstairs to fetch Renia and Ronnie. Both Sam and Haiku were wearing big sunglasses and blue baseball caps with ICE written across the fronts of gold lettering. They twisted Renia and Ronnie Anne's hands behind their backs and hustled them down the stairs.

Everyone twisted around to watch as Sam and Haiku pushed the two prisoners into the basement. Lincoln stood in front of the audience wearing a pair of camo cargo pants, a black T-shirt, and a black tactical vest with ICE on the chest. Next to him was Lina, who, like her mother, was wearing a baseball cap with ICE on it. In this play, she was his daughter and the Sam and Haiku were his underlings, but also his lovers. Occasionally he "had fun with" [sexually assaulted] female migrants from time to time. Sam and Haiku also liked pitching in and having fun with border jumping wetback sluts and their little brown nits.

Sam and Haiku rushed Ronnie and Renia to the front of the basement. "We got a couple live ones, boss," Sam said.

Ronnie Anne bowed her head and began to weep. Lincoln, like the others, was surprised at how convincing she was. When she looked up at him, her eyes were actually red and wet with tears. No one knew she was such a great actress.

"Please," she begged, "let me and my daughter go. We just want a beter life in America.

Lincoln crossed his arms over his chest and favored them with a stony glare. "Slithering across the border is illegal, you know. I could deport you right now and send you back to that war torn little village you came from…but I won't. If you pay me."

"I have no money," Ronnie said.

Lincoln cracked an evil smile. "I don't want money. I want something else."

Understanding dawned in Ronnie's eyes and she sighed. "Okay," she said, "but please…not in front of my daughter."

Lincoln looked at Sam and Haiku and nodded. They both came forward and began to rip Ronnie Anne's clothes off while Renia watched in horror. When she was naked, Ronnie bent over and hugged herself, trying her best to cover her nakedness. Lincoln grabbed her and forced her to the floor, sneering. "Fucking wetback bitch," he said through his teeth. He pinned her to the floor with one hand and undid his pants with the other, pulling himself out. Ronnie kicked, screamed, and cried, doing her best to get away. Lincoln got on top of her, wrapped his hand around her throat, and squeezed. "Stop resisting or I'll pop your fucking head off."

Ronnie's eyes swelled in her sockets and her face turned a light blue color. The fight ran out of her and she went limp, seeming to accept the terrible fate that was about to befall her. Lincoln aligned his dick with her opening and thrusted brtually into her. Ronnie let out a sharp yelp and jumped, her walls contracting around him and squeezing his shaft. She renewed her fight and Lincoln pressed his hand against her face. "Cut it out," Lincoln growled, "or I'll make it hurt even worse, you fucking Mexican tramp."

To punctuate his point, he grabbed her breast and gave it a rough squeeze.

Ronnie wept and shook as he pounded into her like a jackhammer, his balls slapping against her ass and his dick making squelching sounds as it slid back and forth. She was extremely wet, meaning that she was really into it. That slick sounds were the only indication of that, however. To the outside observer, she looked like she was repulsed, horrified, and in pain as Lincoln violently rutted her. The audience watched silent and enraptured.

"You like that, spic?" Lincoln asked and slammed into her. "You like getting fucked by a white dick, you fucking beaner?"

He turned to Renia, who watched the proceedings with a barely concealed look of lust and jealousy. She was not quite the actress that her mother was. "Look how much of a slut your madre is," he said. "She'll let a man fuck her right in front of you just to cross a border." He turned to Ronnie. "That's why you came here, huh? To get railed by strong, masculine, white American men."

While this happened, Sam and Haiku stripped naked, and presently stood on the sidelines furiously rubbing themselves as they watched.

Lincoln went faster and faster, pounding Ronnie's little Mexipussy until he stopped and trembled; his load flooded into her and filled her womb, oozing out around his shaft and dribbling into the crack of her ass. He pulled out and wiped himself off. He caught his breath and for a few seconds, Ronnie lay there panting. "I paid you," she said, "can we leave now?"

Sam and Haiku laughed evily.

"Oh, no," Lincoln said, "we're not done here. You're not the only one paying. Both of you have to pay."

He got up and walked toward Renia.

Understanding his intent, Ronnie got up and tried to protect her daughter, but Sam and Haiku grabbed her. Haiku twisted her arm behind her back and Sam held the back of her neck, forcing her to watch what was about to happen to her little hija. Ronnie thrashed and tried to break free, and Sam punched her in the stomach.

Renia started to cry and begged them to stop hurting her mother. She wasn't the best actress but her fake crying was good. Almost as good as Ronnie's. "It's okay, Mom," Renia said. "I'll do it."

Lincoln loomed over the little girl and stared down at her with the chilling and leacherous smile of a dirty old man. He reached out, grabbed the front of her shirt, and yanked it so hard that it ripped. Renia did her best to look embarrassed and like she was dreading what was about to happen to her, but the blush and the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her giddy excitement. The shirt ripped away just enough to epxpose her purple bra beneath. Lincoln pulled out a pocket knife and began to cut the shirt off of her. Here she closed her eyes and seemed to tense a little like a woman in the chair of a drunken dentist. Lincoln, of course, was very careful and did not cut her. He tossed the shirt away then cut off her bra. Her tiny breasts fell out and Lincoln cupped one in his hand. "If you want into my country, you'll need a physical. And to have your guts checked."

Lincoln spun her around and pulled down her pants, yanking them and her underwear to her feet. With that, he pushed her to the floor and made her get onto her hands and knees. He grabbed her hips and slammed his dick into her from behind. Renia jerked forward a little, threw her head back, and let out a long, shivery moan, that seemed to be part pleasure and part pain. Lincoln laid one hand in the small of her back and gripped her hip tight with the other. He pounded into her much harder than he had her mother, slamming her deep and hard with the intention of making it hurt. She wanted hardcore BDSM, he was going to give her hardcore BDSM. He reached out, grabbed a handful of her hair, and gave it a firm yank, dragging her head back and dislodging a gasp from her throat. He raised his other hand and brought it down in a deadly arc across her ass, striking it with a meaty and resounding thwack.

Renia bit her bottom lip and moaned in the back of her throat. As he fucked her, Lincoln swirled his finger around the rim of her pink and puckered butthole. Without warning, he slipped his finger in and she cried out. The inside of her butt was springy - that was the only wor4d that Lincoln could think of to describe what the inside of a woman's ass felt like. "Take it, you fucking bean sucking spic whore," Lincoln said through his teeth and went faster. He was jackhammering her so hard that her arms turned to jelly and gave out: She felt face first against the floor, her ass sticking up into the air. Lincoln went faster and faster still, hitting the limit of her womb. Pain and pleasure controted her face and she bit down on her own knuckle to keep from screaming.

A few feet away, Ronnie Anne was on her hands and knees, Sam and Haiku standing over her and laughing, telling her to crawl like the brown pig she was. Haiku donned a strap on, got behind Ronnie Anne, and started to fuck her in the ass. Sam whipped her back with a belt, bringing the leather strap down hard across her naked skin. Sam and Haiku switched roles, now Sam fucking her and Haiku beating her with the belt. When they had had enough of that, they stripped to the waist and forced Ronnie Anne to eat their pussies. "I oughta piss in her mouth," Haiku moaned as Ronnie licked her clit.

"It's better than the water in Mexico," Sam joked.

Throughout all of this, the two women positooned Ronnie Anne so that her eyes never left Lincoln and Renia.

Knowing that everyone was watching her, especially her own mother, Renia started to get really excited. Her skin flushed hot from head to toe and her heart slammed hard against her breast, which jiggled with every one of her father's hard forward drives. She got exceptionally wet, and she began to pant like a bitch in heat. Lincoln could feel how aroused she was becoming, and leaning over, he whispered into her ear, "Do you like being raped?"

"Yes," she panted breathlessly.

After that, Lincoln rolled her onto her back and fucked her missionary style, pinning her shoulders to the floor and ramming her with all his might. Her face twisted in a mask of pleasure and pain, and her back arched off the ground. Lincoln closed one hand around her throat and then added the other, first restricting then entirely cutting off her air supply. Her brain swelled against her skull and gray tinged the edges of her vision. She thrashed a little and began to lift her hips to meet her father's thrusts. A warm tingly sensation came over her and she bit her lower lip, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Ronnie Anne tried to help her daughter but was still restrained and hit by Haiku and Sam, both of whom had been laughing and making fun of Ronnie Anne all through this.

Soon, just as Lincoln swelled inside of her, Renia blacked out. When she came awake, groggy and ears ringing, Lincoln let her go to Ronnie.

"Are you happy?" Ronnie Anne tearfully asked. "Can we go now?"

"Yes," Lincoln said, "but you are still illegals. You can be found and deported at any minute. But there is one solution."

"What?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"Marry me and become my sex slave."


The next part of the game was set one year in the future. In reality, it began only minutes after the last part, with just a brief intermission wherein Sam and Haiku set up all the toys and gear for the BDSM to come.

It began with Renia and Ronnie Anne naked and on all fours, a leash tied around each of their necks. Lincoln stood over them, holding the leashes and yanking them occasionally to choke one of them.

"You're a terrible mother, Ronnie," Lincoln said. "Look at the situation you got your spic daughter into. She's crawling on her belly like a snake. This is better than Mexico? This is what you wanted? You're a fucking brown retard." He yanked her leash tight and she choked.

Lina and Sam, both naked, groped and taunted the two illegals, calling them horrible names and insulting everything about them from the tone of their skin to the smell of their breath.

"I'm going to show you how bad of a mother you are for what you're doing to your daughter."

With Sam's help, Lincoln dragged Renia to her feet and hustled her to the middle of the room, where a set of leather cuffs dangled from the ceiling. He made her face the wall and stapped her hands in, her back side facing the audience.

Taking up a leather whip, Lincoln brought it down across Renia's back with a whipcrack like that of a rifle shot. She jerked and let out a long moan of pain. He did it again and again, lashing her until her back was red and bruised. As he did this, he called her every slur for Mexicans that he knew, and even invented a few new ones. Tears of pain welled in Renia's eyes and her pussy dripped wet with the arousal caused by the pain and insults. She moaned.

Watching her daughter being used and abused turned Ronnie Anne on, so she dipped her hand between her thighs and started to play with herself. She was still being held by Sam and Lina who were both getting turned on as well. Lincoln saw what she was doing and laughed. "Look at your little girl. Look how I've broken her."

She didn't reply, and Sam slapped her across the face. "Nothing to say?"

Ronnie was too busy pretending to cry and hiding the fact that she was extremely aroused to speak. She was so horny it hurt. Wet, masturbating, and needing release. "I'm sorry," she told her daughter. "It's all my fault for trying to illegally enter the US. I'm the reason we're the horny perverted sluts of our new master."

"It's okay, Mom," Renia said over her shoulder, "i know you did it because you love me and want us to have a better life. I'm totally fine with it. I love my master."

Lincoln, Sam, and Lina laughed evily.

Then Lincoln asked Lina to come forth since he wanted his daughter to practice how to whip their slave. He handed the whip to Lina and, with a giddy grin, Lina began to whip Renia. Renia jerked and cried out as the leather tore at her flesh. Big red welts crisscrossed Renia's back and a little bit of blood trickled from a few of the wounds. "Have you had enough?" Lina asked.

"I exist to serve my masters," Renia said, "I will take all that you want to give me."

"Oh? In that case, we'll play with one of your favirote toys."

Dropping the whip, Lina pulled out a taser. She pressed it to Renia's butt cheek and a crackle of electricty went through the girl, making her shake and sputter. Lina poked and prodded her with the device, the crisp sound of electricity filling the room. Renia tossed her head back and thrusted her hips, the abusing making her cum.

Sam laughed. "Look what a slut your daughter is," she said to Ronnie Anne.

When Lina tired of the game, she handed the taser off to her father and told him to finish Renia.

He uncuffed Renia, laid her on the ground, and began to fuck her hard, harder than he had previously, her excitement at the abuse arousing him very much. First she was on her hands and knees, and he put his around around her neck. He locked her in a full nelson, with his arms under hers and his hands locked behind her neck. He held the hold tight and slammed her, making her squirm like a bug. Next, he put her in a mating press, with her feet hooked around his butt, and sank into her, makinjg her eyes roll.

Lincoln came twice inside of her, filling her to the brim with his cum. When he pulled out, it oozed from her in fat whitish globs. He took up the taser and pressed it to her pussy lips, zapping her and making her shake and moan, She came so hard that she was almost knocked unconscious and had an aheago face.

Meanwhile, Ronnie Anne had been masturbating this whole time and came at the moment her daughter's pussy was shocked.

"You're both nothing but depraved sluts," Sam taunted, "meant only to be used."

Ronnie Anne got on her knees and bowed deeply, her forehead pressed to the floor and her bare butt stuck into the air. She graciously thanked Lincoln for showing her and Renia this beautiful new life.

Sam and Haiku got behind Ronnie Anne and started to whip her back and but as she remained in a bowed position. They beat her until she was covered in welts and shaking with need. Her pussy was dripping wet and her eyes rolled back into her head. Lincoln knelt behind her, gripped her hips, and started to fuck her fast and hard. Her face turned red, her eyes rolled back into her head, and her tongue flopped out of her mouth. Lincoln pressed his finger to her butt hole and then slipped it in, fingering it while he fucked her. Eventually, they came in unison, Lincoln filling her womb with his cum and Ronnie Anne screaming in Spanish. Like her daughter, her pussy was overflowing and oozing down the backs of her legs.

Sam turned off the cameras and the session officially ended.

Hushed silence filled the room as everyone looked on in amazement. All of the girls watching were masturbating, many of them having had several orgasms. Bed and Allie were masturbating each other while Liltih had stripped fully naked and was fucking herself with a dildo. When it was all over, she said, "I'm so happy that I helped Renia come up with such a hot and amazing idea."

"I'm really grateful for your help," Renia said, "there's no way I could have come up with this on my own. And I wouldn't have had the courage to do it if not for you, Haiku, Lucy, and Lynn."

"It was, like, totes amazing," Leni said.

"Very hot," Bed said.

"I agree," Aliie said.

"I can't wait for my turn," Liena said and winked at Lincoln.

"Neither can I," Lyra added.

"I might have to give it a try," Luna said.

Lincoln carefully and lovingly cleaned, disinfected, and bandaged Renia and Ronnie Anne's wounds. He thanked them for such an amazing BDSM session and they, in turned, thanked him as well. They were sore and in a little pain but they had both enjoyed the session and couldn't wait to do it all again.

The BDSM session had tired everyone out and then all went to bed soon after it wrapped up, Renia and Ronnie Anne snuggled up on either side. "I hope I wasn't too harsh on your backs," he said tenderly.

"Not at all," Renia said, "that's just what I wanted. I kind of realized something about myself. I'm a true masochist."

"You probably inherited that from me," Ronnie said, "I'm a huge one myself. And your aunts, of course, All of them are too. It's no wonder you like pain so much."

"I love you," Renia said to Lincoln and her mother.

"We love you too."

With that, they peacefully drafted off to sleep.


Haiku got up, went over to the TV, and turned the video off. She turned to face the others and beamed with pride. "How was it?" she asked.

Lucy, Lynn III, Lupa, and Lacy sat in silence for a moment, unable to speak. All of them were flushed, red faced, and clearly aroused by what they had just seen. Lacy sat straight with her knees clamped together, Lupa was slouched with her knees far apart, and Lynn nervously rubbed her neck, licked her lips, and trembled ever so slightly. "I liked it," Lupa said in that understated way of hers. There was a sort of dry quality to her voice, which told Haiku that the video had affected her greatly and that she was trying her best not to show it,.

"I liked the part where where they made Ronnie Anne watch. Renia and Ronnie are such perverts."

Lupa nodded. "Dad's the biggest perv of all for doing that stuff."

"I don't know," Lacy said uncertainly, "Renia's the one who asked for it."

"I liked it," Lynn III finally said, "a lot. I love the idea of being a slave and would love to try it myuself some day. Can you guys help me?"

Haiku and Lucy both smiled. "We'd be glad to."

And with that, they got started planning.