The Step-Sister, Chapter Eighteen

[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter Nine

"Ask away,” Sara said, “Claudia will be here all night. A sleepover with well behaved girls like us will be good for her. Unlike her friends, we’re actually responsible and motivated to succeed in life. Trust me, sis. The sooner our habits start to rub off on you, the better. Isn’t that right, girls?”

Celeste ever so slightly cocked her head to the side. She could obviously tell something was up, as Claudia wasn’t the type to stand idly by and allow a judgy remark like that to go by uncontested. Even if there was plenty of truth in Sara’s words, normally Claudia would have snapped out a witty retort within seconds. “That’s right,” Celeste said. Sitting up a little bit on the sofa, she asked, “So, why the change of heart, Claudia?”

‘Because my step-sister is a fucking bitch and stole all my shit and I was stupid enough to let her keep screwing with me instead of turning around and walking back out the front door like I should have.’ Retrospect was almost as much of a bitch as Sara was. While the fallout of all of the preppy girl’s threats would have been an enormous pain, it would at least have been a ripped band-aid that Claudia could wrap her head around in terms of what would happen at home and at school. Avoiding those things, however, had resulted in a lot of unexpected twists and turns that she probably would have chosen against if the two options had been more clearly laid out from the beginning. To her credit, Sara had been clever. Stringing Claudia along step by step ensured that she stayed committed to what she had signed up for. Being proper and responsible, to Sara’s standards. “Because I like trying new things,” Claudia said. Technically true, and playing with honesty was certainly a fun way to turn this around on her sister, “And it’s not every day that I get to be naked in Sara’s room. It was almost a porno, except she didn’t actually use the phrase ‘step-sister’ when telling me to strip. No fun, I know.”

The girls’ expressions in response to Claudia’s bluntness gave her a bit of satisfaction, but she knew calling Sara out like that wouldn’t do much. These were her best friends, after all, and they weren’t nearly as ‘well behaved’ as they liked to act and dress. Claudia should know; she had been around for enough of their sleepovers to know that they drank and fucked around just like Claudia’s skater friends. The only difference was that it was wine and/or fancy cocktails, and that they fooled around with boys that were equally as ‘classy.’ If both sides wanted to keep up a certain reputation, then neither partner would openly brag. Of course, Sara had more or less explained that concept earlier with the plug–proper on the outside, while still being less than proper in a more discreet way.

“She was naked?” Celeste asked. She raised an eyebrow, but patiently waited beyond that.

Easily spinning things from her own perspective, Sara nodded. “Of course. I had to dress Claudia from head to toe, including underwear. Plus she needed a good spanking before trying anything on.”

At that, Harriet finally spoke up. “Wait, you spanked her?!”

“Mm hmm,” Sara hummed, “She has a whole host of things that she needs to be punished for. And who better to carry out that punishment than her perfect sister?”

Asking the more important question, Celeste clarified to Claudia, “And you let her spank you?”

Thankfully, Claudia had trained for stuff like this. Years of hanging with her crowd had gotten her used to brushing off pretty much anything. Sometimes it was simply a matter of redirecting things back to the other person or, when called for, merely leaning into a taunt and taking away its power by owning it. It didn’t fully translate to preppy girl speak, but the basic concepts still applied. “Of course,” Claudia shrugged, “How could I turn down experiencing my sister’s kinky side. Sorry, my step-sister’s kinky side.” Because if Sara knew about the whole lesbian thing that Claudia thought she had been more low key about, then clearly her best friends would already know as well. “It was great. She had me over her desk, and-” A vibrating pulse below her waist caused her to falter. It was more from surprise than pleasure, but still enough to interrupt both her words and her train of thought. Sara had just used the plug on her! While the silicone toy had a remote that went with it, Claudia never expected her allegedly vanilla sister to know that. Especially since stealing everything from her room must have taken a bit of time. And yet, she had gone through the effort to explore things like Claudia’s little chest of toys. Either she had experimented with this and that to figure out why there was a remote in there, or maybe she had looked it up. Regardless, the hand tucked behind Sara’s back had to have control of the silicone teardrop that had been crudely pushed into Claudia’s ass. “-And she just fucking went for it.” Resisting the urge to turn to Sara, Claudia completed her thought. It had to be her sister, as she could see the other girls’ hands. Just like everything else Sara had put Claudia through so far, it was clear that the girl didn’t have many boundaries when it came to making her sister uncomfortable.

Sara sighed. “We talked about this, Claudia. ‘Vulgar language’ is on your list, remember?”

“Ooh, she has a list?” Celeste asked, “What else is on there?”

“Oh, you know,” Sara said, “Stuff like ‘slutty clothes,’ which we already rectified. We’re still working on her attitude and her swearing. There are some school things, too. You can take a look at it when we head upstairs; feel free to add anything, of course.”

“Of course,” Celeste smirked. She was starting to get the picture. “Are you the only one that’s allowed to spank her? I wouldn’t mind getting some revenge for all those times Claudia was rude to us.”

Assuming the other girls knew about her sexuality, Claudia went for a more suggestive response. “Would you like me naked for it?” she asked, “Because-” And then, Sara pressed another button. It was another pulse, rather than the kinds of vibrations Claudia preferred to give herself, but this one was more exaggerated than the previous one. Since the plug had been shoved in without lube, everything was a little more sensitive down there. Exhaling the slightest bit from the short wave of reluctant pleasure, she shot her sister a glare. “Because I thought only Sara was allowed to undress me and play with my ass.”

In response, Sara repeated the effectively sharp pulse. “Language, Claudia.” She managed to keep a straight face, even when Claudia subconsciously squeezed her hand with a bit of an eye flutter from the latest use of the remote. “And no, Celeste. You can’t spank her for revenge.” Right away, however, she clarified beyond that. “Because this isn’t about revenge. This is about teaching Claudia to be a proper and responsible girl. So you’re welcome to punish her for any swearing from here on out. This is her last warning on that front. But I’ve already set things up regarding her past transgressions.” With that, she switched the plug into a constantly vibrating state, but on the lowest and therefore most quiet setting.

Claudia was stunned, to say the least. While she was plenty shameless when it came to plenty of things, it’s not like she had ever been actively turned on in public. The pulses alone were enough to draw out a hint of warmth between her legs. It had to be purely physical, as she was pretty selective when it came to sex toys. She only kept the ones that worked well on herself, save for anything that could potentially be used on a partner. There was no way the secrecy was getting her off, as these were the last girls she cared about when it came to impressions. Also, how did Sara know what she was doing?! Did she practice enough with the remote to know how to use it by touch alone? Or was she merely guessing and/or pressing random buttons? Regardless, it was working more than Claudia would have liked. Especially once the dull yet constant vibrations kicked in, making her knees subtly buckle. She had enough self control to push back against the pleasurable sensations and keep her cool with the company present, but the element of surprise was going to make it an uphill battle.

“Shame,” Celeste muttered. She glanced at the girl to her left. “What about you, Harriet? Want a turn spanking Claudia, or will I only have to share with Sara?”

“Whatever,” Harriet shrugged, “Although it’s not like she has to be naked for it.”

“That’s right,” Sara said, “For once in her life, Claudia’s wearing a skirt. Honestly, I’m surprised you don’t wear them more often. You know, for the easy access and all that?”

“Because I’m a slut?” Claudia rolled her eyes.

Sara nodded. “A lesbian slut. But that access will work well tonight in other ways. The next time you swear, Clauds, it’s going to be skirt up and underwear down. I’ve already had a turn, so Celeste and Harriet will have to do rock, paper, scissors for it.”

“Celeste can have it,” Harriet said, “I can tell she wants it more.”

“Of course I do,” Celeste grinned, “It’s not every day that I get to spank a bottomless goth girl.”

The callback to some of Claudia’s own words weren’t lost on her, but the dull thrum of pleasure coursing through her body made it even more difficult to come up with a solid response. She was already playing Sara’s ‘proper and responsible’ game, and the physical distraction just further complicated things. It was always annoying when people incorrectly used the word ‘goth,’ as that’s not what she was, but it’s not like correcting it would teach any of these preppy girls the difference anyway. Although honestly, Claudia would prefer to be goth at the moment, if it meant getting out of Sara’s stuffy clothes.

“Well, ideally no one will be spanking dear Claudia. If she behaves as well as she is dressed, then we can all have a nice night together. Isn’t that right, sis?”

“Right,” Claudia muttered. This was not the deal. As soon as she and Sara were alone again, they were going to sort this out. Or maybe Claudia could just run upstairs and grab her phone from its hiding spot. Maybe it was time to pull the plug on this whole thing, both literally and figuratively, and simply leave. This had all seemed manageable at first, but letting it drag on all night long? With Celeste and Harriet here? That was a tall order.

“Mm hmm. We’ll see,” Celeste said, “So, what now?”

“Well, now that we’re all here . . . ” Sara trailed off. In the momentary silence, she pressed another button on the plug’s remote, “What do you all think? Stay in, or go out?”


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To the kitchen, to make snacks and drinks for a night in?

Out to the mall, for some public adventures?

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Chapter Ten

“I mean, we just got here,” Harriet pointed out, “Do we have to decide right now?”

“Or maybe Claudia should decide,” Celeste grinned, “Either way, she’s stuck with us, right?”

Claudia was only just able to process the question. So far, the remote control plug had been more of a nuisance than anything else. The fragments of reluctant pleasure had been outweighed by the fact that she was technically in public, albeit just with three girls in her own house. The prudish outfit and her current situation didn’t exactly put her in the most sexy headspace. Still, physical was physical, and the latest vibration pattern Sara had switched to was enough to make this more of a battle of self control.

She still had a reputation to maintain, especially while her current pink and preppy attire was thoroughly undermining her usual image. Steadying herself against the wave of pleasure that threatened to make her eyelids flutter, Claudia steeled herself and put on her classic annoyed look that she often used when Sara’s friends were around. “I really don’t care,” she said. ’Ugh! Managing to keep the groan internal, Claudia immediately checked to see if either of the girls had noticed. Apparently her body had been affected all the way up to her voice, and her words came out faintly weaker than the cold delivery she normally gave so effortlessly.

“So typical,” Sara said. The other girls might not have caught on yet, but Sara had been sisters with Claudia long enough to recognize the more subtle things. It was more about the shift in body language, as well as how obvious it was that the alternative girl was trying to keep her composure with every little curve thrown her way. “You know, girls, Claudia is quite the lesbian slut. In fact, I bet she’d get turned on by her own sister.”

Claudia’s impulse was to flip Sara off, or retort with at least one swear word involved, but she held herself back. The recent reminder about such language had been enough to make her hesitate this time around, as there were definitely some settings on the plug that Sara was saving for her twisted version of behavioral training. Instead, Claudia merely said, “Step-sister. And you were the one ogling my naked body earlier.”

Despite the lack of cursing, Sara sent another effective pulse with the remote. For a moment, it seemed like the timing was related to Claudia’s retort. However, Sara had something completely different in mind. Rather than relenting like before, she pressed the same button again. And again. Stepping just behind Claudia, Sara placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned forward so her lips were inches from her ear. As she did so, Sara smirked and gave a look to her two friends sitting on the sofa. Speaking in a stage whisper, so everyone could hear, she said, “You’re a fucking bitch, Claudia. And a dirty little whore.” With that, she flicked out her tongue to lick her step-sister’s ear, and cranked the plug to its highest setting.

Claudia didn’t realize what Sara was leading up to until it was too late. The toy penetrating her backside was already a lot to handle, as the more intense vibrations were making her knees go weak despite her efforts to keep her body’s urges under control. Unfortunately, bottling everything just made the eventual release that much more obvious when she could no longer keep things sealed.

Her ears were one of her weak spots. There was no way Sara knew that, which made her move a frustratingly lucky guess when paired with everything else. The insulting whispers in an overt and over-exaggerated sultry tone, the unexpected lick, and . . . Claudia wasn’t prepared for the way her sister capped things off, with an aggressive series of vibrations below. It wasn’t enough for an actual climax; she wasn’t that far gone. And yet, Claudia couldn’t stop a breathy moan from escaping her lips. She managed to keep her head from tilting back, and her eyes mostly remained open, but the damage was done nonetheless. Clearly everyone had heard her audible exhale of pleasure, and Claudia actually felt a little damp between her legs as well.

“Oh, my God!” Celeste gasped. Less in judgment, and more in amusement, based on her grin. “Seriously? That’s all it takes for her?!”

“Claudia!” Harriet chastised, although she also failed to stop the trace of a smile from appearing on her face, “What the fuck? She’s your sister.”

For a moment, Claudia was frozen. So far, she had gone through all of this so coldly and logically. Letting Sara spank her, plug her, and dress her. Letting Sara display her in the living room and explain things from only one point of view. Through all of it, Claudia had bitten her tongue and bided her time. Until this. The plug was literally still vibrating inside her at the high setting, and it wouldn’t be long until something more than a soft moan happened. She couldn’t just stand around and play along, not when Sara was taking things so far while not giving the slightest hint that this would be over any time soon. Without a light at the end of the tunnel, and after this latest turn of events, Claudia was finally coming to her senses.

It would have been better to storm off from the very beginning. Now Sara still had everything from before, plus had succeeded in everything that had followed Claudia stepping into the fully empty bedroom. Sunk cost fallacy only went so far, however. Better to call it quits before she lost even more of her dignity and, more importantly, before she truly lost control in front of Sara and her friends.

“I need to pee!” Claudia blurted out. It was quite unlike her usual brooding demeanor, but she didn’t care. Not waiting for permission, because she was a fucking adult, she abruptly stepped away from Sara and did her best to walk out of the room like a normal girl despite being plugged and turned on.

“Mm hmm,” Celeste taunted, “That’s what you have to do.”

“Come right back,” Sara said. She wasn’t going to attempt to stop her, then. “You’re ours for the night, remember? Until you prove you can be a proper girl, just like us.”

Harriet said something, too, but Claudia was already tuning all of them out. Although the nearest bathroom was just down the hall, she opted for the one up the stairs. Not that she actually planned on going in there. At the moment, her entire plan was to keep moving. The plug’s remote only had so much range, and putting herself farther away from Sara felt more efficient than dealing with the process of removing it while it was still vibrating. Also, how did Sara’s friends not hear anything? While Claudia’s cheeks muffled most of the sounds, it still felt like the hum of the sex toy was so obvious. Then again, she was the one it was being used on, so it could just feel more apparent to her while not being particularly noticeable to anyone else.

Claudia planned on stopping just to retrieve her phone, but she ended up just short of the linen closet. Clasping a hand over her mouth and leaning against the upstairs hallway wall for a moment, she breathed out a longer and more desperate moan than before. Sara had yet to turn the plug down from the high setting she had set it to downstairs, and it was getting to the point where Claudia was wondering if she could just take a minute or two to do what Celeste teasingly implied and get herself off in the solitude she had given herself.

No.

She needed to capitalize on the opportunity before one of the girls came to look for her. Legs still a bit shaky from the constant pleasure, Claudia pressed forward the last few feet to the closet. Her phone was still there. Good. She would have been beyond frustrated if Sara had somehow figured out where Claudia had stashed it.

As painful as it would be to let one of her friends see her like this, Claudia would have to deal. There was probably a way she could spin it as over the top irony, or roleplaying as her stuck-up sister, or something. For the time being, however, she merely stuffed the phone into her bra without giving it so much as a glance. First, she had to sneak out.

Going for her usual route, she next made her way into her bare bedroom and gave the finger to the camera in the upper corner. She opened the window and gripped the sill for a few long seconds as she continued to combat the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Still in range, then. Swinging one leg over followed by the other, assuming her limbs wouldn’t give out that much once she put herself in escape mode, Claudia climbed out onto the roof and carefully stepped over to the nearby tree after belatedly making sure no neighbors or preppy girls were watching. Taking a huge breath, not loving the idea of doing this while she was turned on, Claudia took a little solace in the thought that the descent would probably mess Sara’s nice clothes a little bit.

It was only two stories, and she could practically make it down blindfolded at this point. Even with shaky legs, it only took twenty seconds or so before her feet were on the ground. Claudia was used to leaving at night, so it was only easier in broad daylight. She let out a quiet sigh of relief. It was still going to be annoying to walk around plugged until she found somewhere private to deal with that, but she’d probably be out of the remote’s range after a few yards.

The momentary victory was ruined, however, when Sara’s voice pierced her thoughts of where to head next before contacting her skater friends from earlier. “You’re so fucking predictable,” Sara scoffed. She was on the stairs of the front porch, already making her way down and towards Claudia. “For real, sis? I know this is what you do like every other night.”

“Screw you, Sara!” Claudia snapped, “I’m leaving.”

“Like hell you are.” Sara narrowed her eyes and didn’t once break her stride as she crossed the edge of the yard. Remote still in hand, she made a show of pressing a button that switched things from the nonstop vibrations to pulses that were equally as assertive. Something to keep Claudia off balance, just as she had gotten used to the former variety. “I’m not done with you yet. Proper girls don’t climb trees in nice outfits, and they certainly don’t moan in polite company.”

“You’re one to talk . . . ” It was far more difficult to retort when she was still dealing with everything below her waist. Maybe taking it out would have been the better idea after all.

“That’s enough. You’re coming back inside. Right now.”

“And you’re going to make me?”

At that, Sara smirked. “If I have to.”


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Using Claudia’s handcuffs and locking her wrists together?

Dragging her back inside by her hair?

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Chapter Eleven

It all happened so quickly.

First, Sara pressed something on the remote that caused Claudia to gasp in reluctant pleasure from the sequence of pulses that worked in all the right ways down below. It wasn’t quite as effective as whatever her step-sister had done in the living room, but it was enough to make Claudia’s knees go weak for a moment.

That was the only opening Sara needed. She lunged forward and grabbed Claudia’s hair, making sure to get her fingers deep into the long, dark locks before clamping into the tightest grip she could. “You’re coming with me, bitch,” she hissed. Sara yanked Claudia sideways towards the house, aiming to knock her totally off balance for the next part.

Claudia’s little gasps of lust were nothing compared to the sharp intake of air in response to her hair being handled in such a way. While she was very much into a variety of kinky things, including some pain play she had experimented with, the alternative girl was used to her partners showing at least a little restraint. And, while it’s not like Sara was a partner in that sense, that’s the way Claudia’s thoughts were leaning thanks to the sensations of the plug that persisted in keeping her perpetually turned on.

Regardless of how warm she was between her legs, however, this was way too hard. Just like how her ass was not prepared for the aggressive spanking, Claudia didn’t know how to handle her hair being pulled with absolutely no hesitation or mercy. “Sara!!” she exclaimed, “What the fuck?! Let go!” Her voice came across a little more shrill than she was expecting, and it was difficult to sound intimidating in general when she was being manhandled in such a way.

“Language, Claudia,” Sara grunted. While she had a solid grasp on Claudia’s hair, that didn’t mean that maintaining it was effortless. Not only did Sara have to keep herself and Claudia positioned in a way that would avoid her sister getting a good angle to kick or scratch, but she also needed to drag the girl back inside. They were fairly close in height, although Sara was the only one that worked out in the more traditional sense. A little more tone only helped so much, of course, so she was mostly relying on the advantage of using Claudia’s hair against her. “And no breaking curfew!” While it was still light outside, this was a different kind of curfew. As she had texted earlier to inform her irresponsible sister, Sara was in charge for the weekend. And that meant Claudia couldn’t leave the house unless given express permission.

Claudia did her best to twist and squirm, although she found that her struggling ended up hurting her hair even more whenever she pulled the wrong direction against the way Sara was tugging her backwards. She also only had one hand, as her phone was still in the other. That was her only lifeline to her friends that were still expecting her back at the skatepark, and it wasn’t worth doing anything that would crack the screen and/or do any other kind of damage. Smartphones were annoyingly delicate, and she was now regretting her decision not to switch back to her more durable flip phone. Texting and calling was honestly enough; she had other tech for the rest. But for the time being, she couldn’t bring herself to swing with that arm or drop the device to free up her second hand.

As her calf banged into the base of the porch stairs, Claudia snapped, “Ow! SARA. You-” And then her breath hitched as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. As painful as it was to be yanked around in such a way, her hair was also a weak spot of sorts. That, paired with the plug that was stuck on whatever setting Sara had last switched it to, and Claudia’s body was completely betraying her. It was still mostly the toy doing the work, but that didn’t change the fact that her preppy bitch of a step-sister was involved in the process.

Whenever Claudia resisted too much or moved in a way that Sara didn’t like, she gave a sharp twist with her hand and kept working her way up the short staircase with Claudia in tow. The door was still cracked from the way Sara had rushed out to stop her sister from doing something stupid and selfish like running away. Since she was still focused on Claudia, it took a couple blind swipes behind her to find the crack and open the door the rest of the way. “This is for your own good, Claudia,” Sara said. She gave a hard jerk to Claudia’s hair to get the girl through the threshold and back into the house.

“Let. GO.” Claudia tried to put some power behind the words, but once again came up short. Her panties were still embarrassingly damp from the combination of pain and pleasure, and her cheeks were flushed from both the struggle and the fact that the current ordeal with Sara was resulting in such physical confusion. It wasn’t even their relationship, as it was such a recent marriage between their parents; Claudia’s main issue was that Sara was the worst, which made it all kinds of frustrating that the unnecessarily proper girl was eliciting such reactions.

“So dramatic,” Sara scoffed. She didn’t let up in the slightest. Not bothering with the door for now, she continued to drag Claudia backwards down the hall and towards the living room she had recently fled. “We’ll make a good girl out of you yet.” She got the two of them around the corner, then pivoted on her heel while simultaneously wrenching Claudia’s hair to the side.

Claudia didn’t realize what was happening at first. The abrupt scalp pain caused her to follow the harsh movements in an attempt to lessen how her roots were being abused, which resulted in her facing the room with Sara suddenly behind her. Harriet was still relaxing on the sofa, but Celeste was casually waiting in the middle of the room. Out of nowhere, Sara let go of Claudia’s hair, placed both hands on her back, and shoved her forward.

Although having her hair back to herself was a relief, it was hardly a reprieve. Still off balance from being dragged through the house, especially after being spun around so roughly, Claudia was not ready for the unexpected momentum. The forceful push had her stumbling from the very first step, and there was a good chance she was going to wipe out before finding her balance again.

Except Celeste was in the way. Claudia ended up crashing into the girl and, in a shocking turn of events she was not prepared for in the slightest, Celeste kissed her.

Claudia couldn’t help herself. She instantly started making out with the girl.

There were SO many things she should have done instead. Stepped back and slapped Celeste for the audacity. Swiveled around and screamed at Sara for what her step-sister had just put her through. Shoved Celeste aside and used the forward trajectory to race through the room towards the side door. As awkward as running in a tight skirt was, Claudia wasn’t the only one dressed in preppy clothes. She could still get away and put this stupid afternoon behind her; in retrospect, she should have left the second Sara tried to boss her around.

Rather than doing any of that, Claudia was kissing a girl who wasn’t even remotely her type. And doing it in front of Sara; Harriet, too, although she was less of a concern.

Claudia knew it was wrong. Not that she had any issues with girls that didn’t dress or act like her; in fact, making out with seemingly prudish girls was often fun. Either she could rock their world if they were inexperienced, or be pleasantly surprised that they were more than they appeared. Celeste was absolutely the latter. The problem was the current audience, as well as Claudia’s headspace. This was definitely not the time to be fooling around with Celeste of all people.

And yet, Claudia went for it. Her body was on fire, and another girl pressing up against her and meeting her lips was enough to flip a switch that was impossible to ignore. Everything around her disappeared as she hummed a deep moan into the kiss. Her hands wrapped around Celeste’s body and, as if she wasn’t dealing with enough, the plug began vibrating so hard and so fast that Claudia desperately clung to the girl in order to stop her legs from giving out.

Celeste broke the kiss long enough to mutter, “That’s the best you can do?” With that, she plunged her tongue back into Claudia’s mouth and grasped her hair.

Being challenged was effective enough, considering how competitive Claudia could get, as well as how easily annoyed she was by Sara and her friends. The subsequent roughness then heightened the feeling by mixing in the physical side of things. Their tight embrace was already doing plenty for her, but the new hand in her hair worked particularly well when Claudia was still sensitive from the recent abuse. Determined to show just how fucking good she was when it came to passionately kissing a girl, temporarily blind to how there was probably a reason why Celeste had pounced on her in such a way, Claudia sunk her fingers into the girl’s back and deepened their kiss.

The whole thing ended as quickly as it began. First, Claudia felt her phone being yanked out of her hand; she hadn’t done a very good job maintaining her grip on it anyway, as she had been more focused on pulling Celeste in than anything else. Then Sara’s voice cut through the haze. “Got it! You’re good, Celeste. Unless you’re into it?”

Just like that, Celeste pulled away with a bit of a scoff. It sounded just as preppy as the kind Sara made. “Please. She’s a terrible kisser.” Brushing Claudia’s arms away and detaching herself as efficiently as possible, Celeste took a couple steps back. “You’d think a lesbian slut would be better at playing with girls.”

Claudia’s eyes flared. “You-”

“Shush, Claudia.” Sara now had two phones in her hand–the one she had taken from Claudia, and her own that she was holding up with a smirk. “I just got some great shots of you fucking around with my friend. Even if you’re bad at kissing, I’ll admit you look decent on camera.”

It had been a trap. Obviously. Although even after being snapped back to reality and insulted to boot, the plug was still vibrating away inside her. Just like before, it was a struggle to concentrate and act aloof when her body was still screaming at her for release.

Before Claudia could figure out how to respond to that while still reeling from the fact that she had apparently been so turned on that she just made out with Celeste instead of stopping to wonder why her sister’s friend would initiate a kiss, Sara went on, “Hmm, so what should we do about this? Two phones means so many contacts!”


Who should Sara send a message to?

Their parents, to expose Claudia’s secret lesbian habits?

Sara’s friends, to brag about her accomplishments thus far?

Or Claudia’s friends, to show her new preppy style and why she’s bailing on them tonight?


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Part Twelve

Sara wasted no time in displaying that had no problem getting access to Claudia’s phone. She typed in the password and flicked open the screen, turning the device around so her sister could see that it was now unlocked. “You’re not as discreet as you think you are, sis. Not about your passwords, and certainly not about being a lesbian.”

“Give it back!” Claudia exclaimed. She took a single step forward in an effort to take her phone back, but that’s as far as she made it. All of a sudden, it was like the plug inside her had been cranked to eleven. Faltering with a breathy gasp, her legs buckled way more than before and she found herself reaching out for Celeste in order to avoid crumbling completely under her own weight. Claudia had only ever used the toy while sitting or lying down, and her body wasn’t remotely prepared for the highest setting while she was still on her feet.

Celeste was more than happy to help in her own way. She took Claudia’s hand and guided it up to her shoulder, then shifted her own body so the two of them were face to face. “I’ve got you,” she quietly said. Then, gently yet assertively, she took Claudia’s other hand and brought it to the opposite shoulder. “Look at me, babe. Do you like me?”

Before this, Sara had only used the higher settings to subtly chastise Claudia and to nonverbally communicate that she should behave. Occasionally just to make her squirm, of course, but it was mostly a tool to keep her compliant amidst the surprise of Sara’s two friends being here. Now, the plug was vibrating nonstop, and Sara had no intentions of relenting until she got what she wanted.

Looking up at the taller girl and trying her very hardest to focus, Claudia opened her mouth to dismiss the absurd suggestion. All that came out was a soft moan as her control continued to slip away. Blushing, and realizing that she was coming across just as slutty as Sara and company kept suggesting, Claudia settled for shaking her head back and forth. No. She obviously didn’t like Celeste.

Not looking particularly discouraged, Celeste softly smiled. “Do you want to hear a secret?” Her fingertips brushed the base of one of Claudia’s thighs. Ever so slowly, she settled her hand just above the horny girl’s kneecap. Offering ample opportunities for Claudia to reject her if she really didn’t want it, but also touching her in a teasing way that was difficult to risk. The silence dragged on forever, until Celeste shifted her hand up a few inches and rubbed a sensual circle around a spot that was dangerously close to a more erogenous zone on the girl’s inner thigh. “I asked you a question, Claudia,” she whispered. Following the first gesture up with a smaller circle with just two fingers, she repeated, “Do you want to hear a secret . . . ?”

The kiss had been sudden, and Claudia had at least been able to blame her reflexes for how she had reciprocated amidst the shock paired with her body being too warmed up to do anything else but make out with her. This was different. She had so much time to shove Celeste back, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to.

Sara was the one with the remote. Sara was the one with Claudia’s unlocked phone. Sara was the one who started all of this to begin with. And yet, Claudia found herself completely under Celeste’s spell. The plug was already doing plenty to make her wet and desperate, and those feelings were multiplied as Celeste’s hand gradually worked its way underneath Claudia’s skirt. Well, Sara’s skirt, but that’s not what Claudia was thinking about at the moment. Clinging to the taller girl’s shoulders, still unable to do anything else while she was so weak at the knees, Claudia meekly nodded. She had never been this pathetic in an intimate setting with another girl. While the living room with a couple other girls wasn’t technically ‘intimate,’ what Celeste was doing with her certainly was.

Instead of replying right away, Celeste smirked and slid her hand much farther up Claudia’s leg. Stopping just shy of her most private area, she gave a firm squeeze to the girl’s inner thigh. Leaning forward until she was inches from Claudia’s ear, Celeste murmured, “I like girls, too.” Then she flicked her tongue out to brush the shell for a second.

Claudia couldn’t help herself. She breathed out another almost-moan, managing to catch herself and clamp her mouth shut before making an even more damning sound. As for the secret, it wasn’t that crazy. While Claudia hadn’t known, as she didn’t particularly care for Sara’s friends, the fact that Celeste had made out with her so passionately was fairly telling. Unless she was straight and being completely shameless in the name of messing with Claudia, she was probably gay or bi. Her ‘secret’ confirmed as much. Claudia was less turned on by the words, and more the sensations of the girl’s breath against her ear, followed by the light lick. It was one of Claudia’s weak spots, and was especially effective when layering with everything else.

Pulling back so she could meet Claudia’s eyes again, Celeste kept her lips pursed in her smug little smile. More slowly than before, if that was possible, she traced up the last few inches of Claudia’s thigh. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, barely louder than a whisper. Over the triangle of the thong, Celeste placed two fingers against Claudia’s slit and gave one of those teasing circles from before. “Or do you want me?”

Claudia’s whole body tensed up, but it wasn’t a negative reaction. Such a simple touch was wildly effective. The persistent vibrations of the plug and the recent make-out session had kept her reluctantly turned on. That was it. Now, she craved release. Even if it was at the hand of Sara’s preppy friend. And they both knew it.

Meanwhile, Sara was having her own fun on Claudia’s phone. Not nearly as promiscuous, but absolutely satisfying in its own way. The first thing she did was message her step-sister’s friends. It was beyond easy to find the group chat, as there were several unread messages waiting for Claudia. A few asked what was taking so long and when she was coming back, and then someone named Derek informed her that they were heading to a nearby diner to grab some food. With her own smirk, Sara found the best picture she could of Claudia and Celeste making out and sent it to the group. ‘Staying in with my girlfriend tonight,’ Sara typed, following Claudia’s general style of texting, ‘I’ll text you later.’

That wasn’t enough for Sara. She was enjoying the power trip, and screwing with her sister was just too fun. If there were consequences when their parents got home, so be it. Although Sara would do her best to set things up so Claudia wouldn’t say a damn word at the end of the weekend. “Everyone knows you’re a lesbian, anyway,” Sara whispered to herself. She was far enough across the room that it wouldn’t disrupt Celeste’s games. Besides, something told her that the plug’s current setting would keep Claudia thoroughly distracted.

Sara got started on Claudia’s social media accounts next. She posted a slightly more PG picture of the two girls kissing, the kind that would look more cutesy and romantic when posted online. For a minute, Sara attempted to draft a good status, but couldn’t think of something that aligned with Claudia’s usual aloof self and the proper girl that she was now dressed as. Eventually, Sara decided that less is more. She merely put Claudia in a relationship with Celeste, and uploaded the picture as a way to make the public post more dramatic and undeniable. Thankfully, Celeste had game for this idea. Since she wasn’t currently in a relationship, and didn’t plan on dating anyone that would inevitably fall apart with graduation and university on the horizon, Celeste was fine with the fake pairing. It would be easy enough to explain away as a joke if anyone important asked, anyway. Sara used the accounts on Celeste’s phone to confirm the relationship, then started browsing Claudia’s photos to see if there was anything interesting in there.

Celeste was working the angle as well, albeit in a much less appropriate way. Giving a bit more pressure with her fingers, she echoed, “Do you want me, Claudia?” To punctuate the question, she gave a good rub to the girl’s outer lips. “Oh my God, you’re soaked,” she whispered.

“F-fuck!” Claudia exhaled. Her fingers dug deeper into Celeste’s shoulders and she stared up into her eyes. Claudia was always the girl on top, and that included when she had been the shorter girl in past flings. Sometimes a bratty bottom on rare occasions. This was like nothing she had ever experienced, yet she felt completely powerless compared to her normal sexual self.

After one more teasing circle in just the right spot, Celeste shifted up and began toying with the waistband of the thong with her fingertips. “Do. You. Want. Me.” Finally slipping her fingers underneath the fabric, Celeste traced down Claudia’s bare mound until she could nudge her clit from the outside. But that’s all she did. One little prod, without going any further for the time being.

Rendered speechless all over again, mostly due to the fact that she didn’t want to accidentally moan like before, Claudia dipped her head into a slow nod. She had somehow ended up wrapped completely around Celeste’s finger and would no doubt remain that way for as long as she was stuck in such a needy state.

As if rewarding her for the barely noticeable affirmation, Celeste lightly rubbed the girl’s clit again before shifting down to brush her outer lips for real this time. Fingertips grazing Claudia’s bare womanhood, but not doing anything more than that until Celeste got what she wanted. “Say it, Claudia,” gazing down at her with a more intense expression, Celeste quietly demanded, “Say what you want.”

With the plug constantly vibrating and working all the right spots in her backside, and Celeste’s fingers teasing from the front, Claudia was ready to do just about anything to get the release that she wanted. Anything but pleasure herself, apparently, as her hands were firmly locked in place to support herself on Celeste. Taking a shaky breath, Claudia forced out, “ . . . I want you . . . ”

“That’s what I thought.” Celeste grinned at the admission, even if it was coaxed out rather heavy handedly. She settled her fingertips onto Claudia’s outer lips again, this time underneath her thong, and gently traced up and down her wet slit without yet doing anything that would actually bring her closer to release. “Just one more thing, Claudia. If you want me so badly, you can do one little favor for me, can’t you?”

Something told Claudia it wouldn’t be that little, but she was also in way too deep to back out now. At this point, she’d do just about anything to get what her body wanted.



What will Celeste ask for?

For them to be girlfriends, to line up with what Sara is doing?

For Claudia to stop holding back her moans?

Or for the horny girl to be their servant for the evening in exchange for this service?



The decision has already been made. You can influence future parts on my SubscribeStar!

[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter Thirteen

Claudia barely trusted herself to speak. Not when every breath threatened to turn into something more.

The crazy part was, Celeste was barely doing anything. Even now, when she was actually touching Claudia’s bare womanhood, the preppy girl was merely brushing and tracing with her fingertips. Thanks to everything that had led up to this latest teasing contact, however, Claudia’s body was on fire. She didn’t care what kind of girl Celeste was, or that Sara was holding the remote that dictated some of the sensations she was currently dealing with. Claudia just wanted to get off.

At the same time, she was determined to maintain some dignity. The preppy outfit she was wearing was ridiculous, and Sara’s friends had already witnessed a lot that she wouldn’t be able to live down. Although Claudia was desperate for what Celeste was offering, and had already displayed such desperation by stating what she wanted when it had been calmly insisted of her, she didn’t want to make it more obvious than it already was by accidentally letting another moan slip out in the middle of the living room.

This was all so backwards. Normally, Claudia had zero reservations about making sounds in the bedroom, and would often go out of her way to subtly coax a partner into doing the same if the girl of the week was the type to hold back. Now Claudia was the one who was getting dangerously close to needing to bite her lip, and Celeste probably knew it. So Claudia nodded her head. Yes, she could do an allegedly small favor. Writing a blank check was also something Claudia would never agree to under normal circumstances. The problem was, she could only fight so many battles when dealing with the persistent desire that came with Celeste’s light, experienced touches, as well as the plug vibrating away.

Celeste leaned forward with all of her body language pointing towards another kiss. Just before their lips touched, however, she gave a teasing brush in a similar style to what she was doing below. “If you want me, Claudia . . . ” she murmured, trailing off.

Claudia couldn’t help herself. Despite her best efforts to maintain some semblance of control, she ended up quietly whining against Celeste’s lips. Pushing forward in an attempt to start up another hot make-out session like before, she instead found the preppy girl’s lips eluding her by a fraction of an inch no matter how far she chased. “F-fuck you,” Claudia muttered. Their lips and noses were constantly brushing, and yet Celeste somehow managed to always maintain the frustratingly teasing distance.

Almost as if punishing her for taking the initiative, Celeste slipped two of her fingers inside Claudia for a brief moment. Then she retreated, going right back to the gentle traces. “Be proper, babe. Like Sara. No swearing,” she whispered, “Apologize, and I might just let you kiss me.”

Gasping from the penetration that didn’t actually lead to anything, Claudia found herself awkwardly saying, “Sorry.” She had played with other dominant girls before. It was always fun trying to out-Domme the other, and dynamics like that usually erupted into passion sooner rather than later. This was nothing like that. For once, she was truly submitting to another girl. It felt so unnatural.

Technically giving the kiss she offered, Celeste took Claudia’s lower lip and gave her two seconds of pressure. Then, just as Claudia tried to get more, the preppy girl pulled back once again. “If you want me, you have to do something for me,” Celeste quietly said. Her fingers gave a pointed rub to Claudia’s clit from the outside to punctuate the sentiment, “Well? Will you?”

Huffing in annoyance when she was denied more of a kiss, only to sharply inhale when one of her sweet spots was used against her, Claudia hurriedly nodded again.

“Good,” Celeste, “Look at me, babe.”

Claudia reluctantly did as she was told. Glancing up wasn’t enough, apparently, as Celeste’s other hand was suddenly there to hold Claudia’s chin and ensure the alternative girl’s head would stay tilted up.

Once she was satisfied with their new position, Celeste gave another light stroke below before saying, “You’re going to be our servant tonight, Claudia. Yes?”

As if it was that simple. Immediately balking at the suggestion despite wanting nothing more than for Celeste’s fingers to slip inside her again, Claudia quietly scoffed and replied, “What-”

And then Celeste did just that. Pushing into Claudia’s slit more roughly than before without ever breaking eye contact, Celeste hooked her fingers up and gave an assertive rub to yet another effective spot. “You’re our servant. Say it.”

Claudia’s eyes immediately fluttered and she let out a stifled moan. Vigorously shaking her head, she rejected the demeaning statement. “N-no, I-” She was not this easy. Girls normally had to work much harder to get her remotely close to the edge. Of course, those girls didn’t have the advantage of her already being turned on before ever touching her.

“Yes,” Celeste calmly replied. She began slowly retreating, threatening to leave Claudia yet again. Only this time, Celeste was more fully inside her. “Unless you want to stop?”

Shaking her head for a completely different reason, Claudia was ashamed of how she instinctively attempted to use her grip on Celeste to keep her close, while also thrusting her pelvis forward to keep as much contact with the girl’s fingers. If she were thinking logically, Claudia would know that none of that would keep Celeste’s hand in place if Celeste decided to tease away. However, logic was tough to use when she was in such a state.

Casually smirking down at her and reading the non-verbal objection, Celeste said, “Say it, Claudia. It’s just three little words. I’m.” She touched Claudia’s clit for real. “Your.” Her fingers shifted away after just one perfect gesture. “Servant.” Celeste pulled out entirely.

Claudia gasped in shock and total disappointment. “No!” she breathily exclaimed. Celeste had physically offered so much in such a short time, yet hadn’t followed through on any of it. And it totally worked. Claudia needed more, and she immediately blurted out, “I’m your servant. Okay? I said it. I’m your servant.”

“Don’t just say it to me,” Celeste said. While keeping her hand between Claudia’s thighs, Celeste took a single step back and worked on more fully detaching herself from the horny girl. Trusting Claudia to stand up on her own for a few seconds, Celeste removed Claudia’s hands one at a time, then circled around to stand behind her. All while maintaining contact in the most important area. “Say it to her,” Celeste whispered in Claudia’s ear, then leaned down and gave a deep kiss to her neck.

The transition was already a lot to handle. Claudia had gotten used to Celeste’s warmth and proximity, and she had also been consistently relying on having someone to steady herself on. Losing all of that while still being teased was difficult enough, and then a completely new sensitive area was being taken advantage of. Only this time, Celeste’s height wasn’t there to obscure the rest of the room. The juxtaposition was so uncomfortable. Claudia was still very much turned on. Only now, she not only was looking at her step-sister, but Celeste was directing her to speak to Sara.

The last person Claudia wanted to focus on while clouded with lust was Sara. They were hardly related, considering how recently their parents met, but it was honestly less about the step-sister thing anyway. It was more that Sara was obnoxious enough on an average day, and that was before Claudia had to deal with this level of her smug, bossy attitude. Trying her hardest to look anywhere but the bitchy girl who was leaning back on the sofa with an idle smile, Claudia attempted to backpedal, “Wait, I-” That’s about as far as she got. Then Celeste gave one of those effective clit rubs while sinking her teeth into Claudia’s neck. Briefly forgetting the importance she had placed on biting her tongue, Claudia’s lips parted and she let out a full moan. She couldn’t help herself. After holding back reaction after reaction, and after being mercilessly teased for so long, she had absolutely no control when Celeste surprised her with such perfect roughness.

“Come on, slut,” Celeste murmured, this time into Claudia’s neck, “Three little words. Or this . . . ” She nipped the same spot as before with her lips while giving another rub with her fingers, then stopped it all at the same time, “Is all you’re getting.”

The sight of Sara wasn’t quite sobering enough when Celeste was still working her magic. On the cusp of yet another moan, Claudia had to make a conscious effort to resist the latest wave of lust in order to repeat the phrase being dictated to her. “I’m your servant,” she forced out. It was both easier and more difficult; saying it again was more natural after already forming the words once, only now she had to deal with the fact that Sara was relishing every syllable.

“For the whole night?” Sara casually asked. Setting her phone down on the sofa next to Claudia’s, she arched her back for a small stretch. She took her time getting to her feet, clearly in no rush as she took in the scene before her from a slightly different angle before sauntering forward. “How about it, sis? That would be a kind way to repay me for all the time and effort I put into you today.”

From behind her, Celeste snaked her free arm underneath one of Claudia’s. Pressing her chest into the newly pink-clad girl’s back, Celeste eventually palmed one of Claudia’s breasts. Over her clothes, rather than underneath, and she used the grip to pull Claudia back into a different kind of embrace. “You’re our servant for the whole night,” Celeste said. Once again into Claudia’s neck, and once again followed by a rough bite that was the perfect combination of painful and pleasurable.

Now that Sara was closer, the whole situation was more confusing and fucked up than before. Claudia’s eyes briefly fluttered and her breath hitched while she tried to look anywhere but at her step-sister. “For the whole night,” Claudia echoed, repeating the addition as soon as she found her voice again. The plug was still vibrating away in her backside, adding to the list of things that was making it impossible to focus or think straight.

“Prove it,” Sara said, “Let’s start simple.”


What will Sara demand?

Have Claudia fetch the girls drinks and start making dinner for them?

Treat her step-sister like sentient furniture, such as a footrest?

Or get Claudia started on the chores that were on Sara’s list for the weekend?

The decision has already been made. You can influence future parts on my SubscribeStar!

[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter Fourteen

Claudia wasn’t sure what to expect. ‘Simple’ didn’t necessarily mean ‘easy,’ and things hadn’t been simple or easy ever since she got home an hour or so ago.

Sara didn’t leave her in suspense for too long. Still leaning back on the sofa, looking more comfortable in every way than Claudia was, she pushed a button on the remote and the plug went completely still. “Come here,” Sara said, “The coffee table is too far away. I need a footrest.”

The sudden calmness in Claudia’s backside was a relief after the nonstop vibrations. Just because the toy had stopped, however, didn’t mean that her reluctant lust vanished as well. Her knees still felt weak and her cheeks were flushed from the extended amount of time her body had been turned on by such a sensitive area being stimulated.

Claudia also wasn’t stupid. She knew that her step-sister hadn’t given her a break out of the kindness of her heart. The fact of the matter was, Sara could start things up again at the flick of a button. There was an obvious price to pay to keep that from happening–Claudia had to be her servant, like she had just verbally agreed to be.

“You heard her,” Celeste murmured onto her neck. With one more neck bite and firm boob squeeze, the tall lesbian behind her pulled away from the behind-the-back embrace she had recently initiated. “Be a good girl,” she said, followed by a small push.

It was more of a nudge than anything else, leaving Claudia to walk forward of her own volition. And she did. Nervous that hesitating too much would land her in the exact same predicament she had been in before, she trudged across the room and looked back and forth between Sara and Harriet. Was she actually about to do this? It was simple, in a purely objective way, yet it was also so degrading for a girl like her who normally never took shit from anyone.

Confirming the task, Sara pointed down and bluntly said, “Floor.”

Claudia’s lips tightened in frustration, but she did as she was told. The plug in her backside was only one of the complications she was facing. This was about so much more than that; Sara still had all of her possessions, as well as a decent amount of leverage where their parents were involved. With that in mind, Claudia crouched down until she could switch to her knees and place her hands down to settle herself into the tabletop position. Since she was to be Sara’s footrest, she also had to awkwardly crawl forward a foot or so until she was directly in front of her step-sister.

“Good girl,” Sara casually said. She kicked up her feet and placed them on Claudia’s back, crossing one over the other before contentedly leaning back, “Aren’t you glad you’re dressing like a lady from now on? If you were wearing one of those slutty skirts of yours, you’d probably be flashing Harriet right now.”

“I could always give Celeste my seat,” Harriet shrugged, “So, Claudia is going to dress like this from now on?”

“Mm hmm,” Sara nodded, “It’s a much better look for her. Although I’ll probably have to take her shopping. I’m not about to give up half my closet just because she’s finally decided to take a little responsibility and turn her life around.”

“What about her old clothes?” Celeste asked. She opted for the nearby armchair rather than the last spot on the sofa, “Storage?”

Sara scoffed at that suggestion. “Absolutely not. That would be a total waste of basement space. We can donate most of it to charity, and maybe sell the more expensive stuff online so she has some money for her new wardrobe. Our parents don’t give us that much leeway with our credit cards.”

Was she being serious? This was only supposed to be for the weekend, as apparently Sara had been put in charge. Though their parents definitely didn’t mean it like this, Claudia was still operating under the assumption that this nonsense would only last for a couple days at most. At the same time, Sara was under no obligation to give up the enormous advantage she currently had.

It wasn’t until she was quite literally under Sara’s heel that Claudia started wondering what her step-sister could continue getting away with even after their parents returned. Her clothes being threatened could very well just be taunting in the name of getting under her skin, but Claudia didn’t want to risk affirming the concept with her silence. “Sara, you can’t-”

“Claudia!” Immediately snapping at her and cutting her off, Sara said, “Footrests don’t talk! Hold still and shut up.” She turned on the plug at its highest setting, then tacked on, “Nod if you’re going to be a good girl.”

The abrupt, aggressive vibrations were even more difficult to handle without the build-up from before. A bolt of both shock and pleasure coursed through Claudia’s body, and she found herself nodding almost instantly. It took everything in her power to bite back whatever sound was forming in the back of her throat; probably some combination of a moan and a groan that would once again betray just how easily Sara’s selections worked on her. Not to mention the usual detail about how Claudia’s step-sister was indirectly turning her on.

This time around, Sara didn’t seem interested in prolonging things. The moment Claudia did as she was told, the plug went back to merely being a regular plug for the time being. “That’s better,” Sara said, “Not another word, Clauds. My friends and I are trying to have a conversation.” She turned towards Celeste, “What were you saying, again?”

Celeste just chuckled, “Nothing important. Just asking about your sister’s clothes, although it seems like you already have that figured out. What about everything else?”

“You’ll have to be more specific,” Sara said, “There were a lot of unladylike things in her room.”

“Ooh, like what?” Harriet asked.

“I’ll show you later. Trust me, that will be easier than trying to list it all off from memory. Although you’ll just have to imagine the pile of copied homework assignments and old test answers she had stockpiled. I already shredded all of those, for obvious reasons.”

Celeste gasped. “Wait, what? That’s not fair to everyone else!”

“Huh, but aren’t her grades, like, really bad?” Harried added, “Shouldn’t someone with all the answers be able to get straight A’s? Not that it would be fair to all of us hard working students, of course.”

While the girls speculated about whether it was on purpose, to not draw attention to herself, or if that’s the best a girl who never studied could do even when blatantly cheating, Claudia was trying to figure out if Sara was being serious or if she was just saying it for the sake of the show. The former would be absolutely unacceptable. Claudia was doing all this to get her possessions back. As in, all of her possessions. Not some of them. With no way of knowing one way or another, however, she was resigned to keeping her current degrading position.

“That’s why I’m here to set Claudia straight,” Sara said, “Academically, at least. Although she’s also not allowed to fuck girls until she’s proven that she can be proper and responsible first. That includes attending all of her classes from now on, and being punctual to them as well. And, of course, she won’t be failing any more tests on my watch. That’s about half her list right there.”

“Her list?” Celeste asked. Her tone was full of both amusement and curiosity.

“Mm hmm,” Sara replied, “Seven steps to transform Claudia into a girl I’m proud to call my sister. One down, six to go. We can’t count the school stuff until she actually follows through on those commitments, so right now the only one she’s accomplished is getting out of those slutty clothes, even if there are some kinks to work out regarding her future wardrobe. Oh, sis? You can get up now, but no talking.” She gave the plug a single pulse with the remote, then removed her feet from Claudia’s back.

Claudia’s breath hitched at what she anticipated to be another round of vibrations, only for her breath to hesitantly settle when it ended up merely being a warning. One way or another, she wasn’t exactly in a position of strength at the moment. Outnumbered and buried by carrots and sticks, she reluctantly shifted back until she was able to stand up again. Looking down at her step-sister who looked annoyingly relaxed on the couch, all Claudia could do was give her a look that conveyed how she felt about this whole thing. She half expected Sara to comment on the expression, but didn’t care one way or another.

“Your water bottle is so far away, Harriet,” Sara said, “And you look so comfortable. If only you had someone who would get something for you at the snap of your fingers.”

“If only,” Harriet grinned. Immediately playing along, she gave an actual snap before pointing to her backpack on the other side of the room, “Claudia, be a doll and get my water for me, will you?”

“That’s when you smile and say, ‘Of course, Harriet,’” Sara instructed, “Go on, you may speak now. Remember, proper girls show displeasure with their eyes. You don’t always have to like other girls or agree with them, but that’s no reason not to be polite.”

Claudia much preferred simply calling people out on their shit. That way, she didn’t have to waste her time on feigning friendship in the way Sara was suggesting. Why did so many girls choose to play nice, even when both sides knew how the other felt? It sounded exhausting to a girl like Claudia, who had never been interested in such games.

Doing her best not to gag, Claudia went against her instincts this time around. “It would be my pleasure, Harriet,” she said. She was unable to help toeing the line. Anything to remind Sara that this reluctant ‘proper’ thing was merely an act done under duress.

When she returned with the water bottle, during which the two girls on the sofa shared a few hushed words, Harriet said, “Thank you, Claudia. You’re the sweetest.” After briefly showcasing the kind of attitude Sara was just lecturing about, Harriet showed that she could be as strict as the other two girls.

“Now, hold out your arm for me, and no more talking” she said, “You get to be my cup-holder for a little while.”

Meanwhile, Celeste hopped up with a smirk and strutted out of the living room.



Where is Celeste off to?

Procuring Claudia’s booze/weed stash to destroy in front of her?

A ball gag, to fully prevent Claudia from speaking for a while?

Or to start making Claudia’s room look more like Sara’s?

The decision has already been made. You can influence future parts on my SubscribeStar!

[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter Fifteen

For a few minutes, Claudia had to deal with the awkwardness of being Harriet’s cup-holder. While it wasn’t nearly as degrading as serving as a human footrest, there was still a degree of physical discomfort due to how she had to stay perpetually bent with her arm extended so Harriet could reach the water bottle without sitting up.

Celeste returned shortly afterwards with one of Sara’s purses on her shoulder. “Cool if I borrow this for the day?” she asked, “It matches my outfit so well.”

“Obviously. You know I don’t mind sharing!” As if to prove it, Sara gestured in Claudia’s direction. Clearly Sara had no issues with her friend going into her room and finding something without asking permission first. Yet another difference between the two step-sisters, as Claudia only allowed people into her bedroom when she was around to supervise them.

“Perf,” Celeste smiled. She returned to her seat, then tossed the accessory over to Sara, “Anything in there you need to take out first?”

“Hmm, let’s see. Harriet, may I borrow our servant?”

“But, who will hold my drink? I was getting so used to being pampered like a princess!”

Despite her teasing complaints, Harriet took the bottle from Claudia one last time and held it herself after taking a sip from it. With a dramatic sigh, of course. When Claudia approached the other side of the sofa, Sara casually demanded a similar service. Instead of placing a drink in her step-sister’s hand, however, Sara directed her to hold her hand out, palm up. Once Claudia was positioned to Sara’s satisfaction, Sara delicately placed her cell phone onto Claudia’s hand.

It was an annoyingly effective test of obedience. Destroying the phone was an immediate temptation, until Claudia realized it wouldn’t actually solve anything. Sara was smart. Whatever digital leverage she had on Claudia wouldn’t be limited to her smart device, plus that was hardly the extent of the problem. Sara still had all the damning physical items from Claudia’s room, and she could easily call their parents from one of her friends’ phones. That’s what made the current task so frustrating. Even holding something so personal of Sara’s didn’t come remotely close to solving Claudia’s problems, which meant all she could do was allow the phone to rest on her palm.

The arrival of Sara’s purse sparked a conversation about fashion with the seated trio. They chatted with each other, completely ignoring Claudia as if she really was just a piece of furniture in the living room. It was better than being the center of attention like she was earlier, yet also all kinds of rude and insulting when her time would be better spent hanging out with her own friends like she was supposed to be doing tonight.

“Okay, Claudia,” Sara said. Addressing her sister after a few minutes of not acknowledging her in the slightest, she said, “Close your eyes.” Punctuating the command with another single pulse of the plug, which she seemed to have settled on as a way to remind her sister to behave, Sara followed up with, “And open your mouth.”

It was painfully suggestive, especially coming from someone who lived under the same roof as her. Before Claudia could voice her distaste, Harriet held up a finger and echoed her phrase from earlier, “No more talking, Claudia.”

Claudia briefly frowned in annoyance, but reluctantly did as she was told. Closing her eyes and subjecting herself to the unknown that came with losing her vision in front of the three girls who all seemed to enjoy this preppy, obedient version of herself, Claudia slightly parted her lips as well. What was Sara planning? It couldn’t be another picture, as something like this wasn’t nearly as damning as some of the other images and videos from earlier. Maybe they were going to make her eat or drink something spicy or gross.

At least one of the girls was getting up. Claudia’s eyes naturally twitched in curiosity and self preservation, until Celeste firmly reminded her to keep them closed. On top of that, she said, “Wider, Clauds. Show us what a slut can do with her mouth!”

Not nearly as subtle as the suggestive nature of the initial command. The plug vibrated when Claudia didn’t immediately listen, causing her to flush and begrudgingly open her mouth as wide as it could go without being painful.

As soon as she did, a ball gag was roughly being shoved into her mouth. “Mmm!” It was not at all what Claudia was expecting, and her eyes flew open in surprise. Before she knew it, the leather was being tightly clasped on the back of her head.

“Much better,” Sara said into her ear, “Hold still, sis. You don’t want your hair to be caught, do you?” With that, she went about pulling Claudia’s locks up until her hair was mostly covering the back of the black leather strap. “Perfect. How does she look, girls?”

Claudia’s peripherals weren’t enough to see any defining features of the ball gag, but she was almost certain it was the one that she owned. Unlike most of her toys, this was one she had never experimented with on herself. Still, the silicone in her mouth matched the material of hers, and she doubted Sara would have something like this lying around. It had to be from the collection Sara confiscated from Claudia’s room.

“Hot!” Celeste grinned, “And perfect for a servant girl. It’s not like she has to talk to do her job, right?”

“Exactly,” Sara giggled. She switched the butt plug back on, setting it to a slow but persistent vibration, “Do you like your accessory, Claudia?”

Cheeks flushing, Claudia hurriedly nodded her head. Anything to keep Sara from ramping up things again where Claudia’s backside was involved. The gagged girl had only just recently come down from all the earlier sensations and lesbian activity.

Sara went on. “And you like your makeover? You think my clothes are better than yours?”

Any chances of denying that concept evaporated when the vibrations increased in speed and intensity. Once again, she desperately gave a nod.

“That’s what I thought,” Sara said, “Okay, sis. I think it’s time for you to do something your old self never would have done. Give me your hand.”

Claudia reluctantly held hands with her sister, despite the fact that their usual dynamic was the complete opposite of touchy-feely. Apparently the act of doing so wasn’t what Sara was referencing. Hand in hand with her step-sister, Claudia was walked to the kitchen. The other girls followed when they saw that Sara was leaving the living room, no doubt curious what their friend had in mind.

Their destination was a lot less dramatic than Claudia anticipated. She was merely walked over to the kitchen table and told to sit down. It was nice to have her hand liberated so soon, although sitting down on the hard wooden chair with the plug still in her ass made her wince and shift in the seat. The kinky toy pushed itself a little farther up, bringing on a reluctant wave of both pain and pleasure due to how there wasn’t a trace of lube back there to soften things.

“Sit right there, Claudia. Don’t move a muscle.” Sara turned to the other two and said, “Keep an eye on her?”

There wasn’t much Claudia could do in the meantime. Even if she wanted to remove the ball gag, it wouldn’t go over well when she was still outnumbered and supposed to be perpetually obedient and subservient. Still trying to keep some degree of dignity, she didn’t attempt to make a single sound. It would just come across as whiny and muffled, as she had experienced from the dominant side of things before.

Celeste and Harriet didn’t feel the need to overly supervise her. They made themselves comfortable around the kitchen’s island and continued their conversation about shopping, eventually showing each other links to various outfits on their phones. Claudia wasn’t actively trying to listen, but there wasn’t much else to do when she was stuck sitting in the otherwise quiet and resonant kitchen. It was so much worse than overhearing their girly conversations down the hall; even then, she was only subjected to that for as long as it took her to close her door and put on headphones.

“Back! Miss me?” It was unclear whether Sara was talking to her sister or to her friends. She was carrying an enormous stack of textbooks and binders, all of which she dropped onto the table with a heavy thud. With little warning, she bent over and gave Claudia a peck on the cheek. “Okay, girls. Get ready to witness something monumental.” She stepped back and gestured to Claudia and the haphazard pile she had placed in front of her. “Claudia is going to do schoolwork . . . on a Friday!”

Her two friends dramatically gasped in unison. It made Sara’s underwhelming reveal that much more annoying to Claudia, and also drove home how in sync the three girls were. There was no way they had planned that together ahead of time.

“But actually, sis,” Sara said. Turning her attention to Claudia, she said, “I want you to take out your syllabi and find all your assignments that are due on Monday. Oh, and don’t drag your feet. I will spank you in front of my friends if I have to. Hop to it, Clauds!”

There wasn’t much else Claudia could do. As Sara sauntered over to the island, Claudia opened the first binder and started leafing through the disorganized stack of papers in the front pocket to find the semester’s schedule for her history class. She couldn’t remember the last time she referenced the syllabus, since most of her teachers regularly made the weekly assignments available in other forms.

Just when she was working on the last binder, trying as always to tune out the preppy voices across the room, the familiar sound of their doorbell echoed through the house.

“Ooh, I’ll get it!” Sara exclaimed, “Claudia, stay. And behave.”



Who is at the front door?

One of Claudia’s friends, swinging by to see what’s taking her so long?

One of Claudia’s exes, invited there by Sara for some fun?

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Chapter Sixteen

Claudia tensed up at the sound of the doorbell.

This was degrading enough with Celeste and Harriet around. Honestly, it had already been a chore when it was just Sara. Submitting to her step-sister was painful and cringeworthy every step of the way, considering how Claudia normally carried herself. And, though Sara’s two friends were the ones Claudia was most accustomed to seeing around the house, she knew that Sara had plenty of others. So of course Sara invited someone else over to partake in the fun.

There was nothing Claudia could do about it, either. She had already tried to run, which had ultimately been a mistake. Not just because Sara caught her, but because being dragged back to the living room had sparked a whole new set of leverage that made fleeing in a similar manner less appealing.

Also, Celeste and Harriet were still hanging out across the kitchen. If Claudia tried to get up from the table, it was likely the two girls would question her and get on her case about it. So she simply fished out the last syllabus and added it to the small pile in front of her. That’s all Sara had told her to do so far, so Claudia merely sat there and braced herself for yet another one of her sister’s preppy friends to see her like this.

The last thing she expected was Nessa.

Sara returned with Claudia’s dark clad friend in tow. When Nessa stepped into the room, she stopped in her tracks when her eyes landed on Claudia. A full three seconds went by, as if Nessa’s mind was lagging as she processed the unexpected visual before her. Finally, she managed to say, “Claudia?” The single word somewhat expressed her confusion and disbelief, but it was mostly fishing for an explanation.

Claudia had only meant to swing by the house for a couple minutes, and had told her group as much. She had to assume that this wasn’t something Sara had orchestrated. Instead, Nessa had probably gotten tired of waiting for Claudia to answer her texts, and invited herself over to see what was up. Under normal circumstances, Claudia might have been flattered that Nessa was checking on her rather than just writing her off as bailing–not that Claudia was the type to drop plans on a whim–but this situation was not at all normal. One of her skater friends seeing her dressed from head to toe in pink/preppy attire was so much worse than one of Sara’s stuck up friends.

But also . . . Maybe this was an opportunity, rather than a humiliating turn of events. “Sara is fucking blackmailing me!” Claudia blurted out, “She took- ungh!” Out of nowhere, the plug in her backside went from zero to eleven. Cheeks flushing from the way her body was being used against her for the umpteenth time, Claudia steeled herself to push through the erratic, pleasurable sensations. At least Nessa’s presence balanced things out a little bit, as her arrival had basically been like a wave of cold water. “Why do think I- I’m still here? And dressed like this?” she quickly explained. If Sara kept the setting where it was, it wouldn’t be long before Claudia would lose the ability to speak clearly. Not without risking a potential tell that she was turned on in front of all of them. “Sara-”

“Language, Claudia!” Harriet exclaimed, cutting her off. Turning to Sara, she said, “I thought we already went through that one?”

Nessa was glancing skeptically towards Sara, who was casually holding the remote behind her back. “Blackmail?” she asked. Classic Nessa, getting right to the point.

Sara just shrugged. “More like Claudia finally suffering the consequences of her long-term choices. Don’t you ever worry about your friend, Nessa?”

“Enough to come over here, sure. But in general, no. Claudia can take care of herself.”

‘That’s right,’ Claudia thought.

Celeste piped up, “But, Nessa! Don’t you have all A’s and B’s? There’s totally a scholarship for that.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And what about Claudia? I mean, yeah, C’s get degrees. But she barely has C’s; she might not even graduate if she flunks a class or two.”

Sara tagged back in. “Exactly. If anything, you’re proof that a girl can skate and party and whatever while still managing her academics. So, what’s Claudia’s excuse?”

Nessa didn’t seem convinced. “So, what? She could literally drop out tomorrow, and that’s her business.”

“Then how about this?” Sara said. She stepped much closer to Nessa and leaned forward to whisper something in her ear. They remained in that position for a few seconds, during which time Claudia had to deal with a new wave of dampness between her thighs. Eventually Nessa murmured something back, and they continued the exchange for a little longer. Finally, Sara stepped back with a small smirk on her face. “Yeah?”

“You’ve got a deal,” Nessa nodded.

Claudia had no idea what they had just discussed in hushed tones. Surely Nessa wouldn’t just walk away and leave her like this, even if Claudia could recognize a trace of amusement underneath the facade of indifference. She had fucked Nessa before, casually; that kind of relationship meant that the two of them had slightly more insight into each other than their other friends did. At the same time, that didn’t mean they were bound to defend each other. Claudia was just banking on the fact that Nessa would be more on her side than on Sara’s.

Next, Sara walked over to Celeste and had a similar conversation in soft tones that not even the faint echo of the kitchen could carry to the table.

“Okay!” Celeste grinned. Sauntering over to Claudia, who was still seated at the table and now doing everything in her power to keep a straight face and not reveal that the persistent vibrations inside her were succeeding in pushing her body towards a need that was much different than that of saving face in front of Nessa, Celeste circled behind Claudia and placed her hands on Claudia’s shoulders. “Ready?”

Nessa pulled out her phone, tapped the screen a couple times, then said, “Go.”

Before Claudia knew it, Celeste’s was reaching around and finding the hem of Claudia’s skirt. In one combined gesture, Celeste reached under the plaid garment and gave a rub to the front of Claudia’s panties while also sinking both her lips and her teeth into Claudia’s neck.

It was all too much. Claudia’s sex was already on fire from both the vibrating toy inside her as well as the fact that she had been thoroughly edged earlier without ever actually getting off. One touch where it mattered most; her eyelids fluttered and her breathing got more shallow. What was Celeste doing? And- and in front of Nessa?! Except it was impossible to think straight now that she had been effectively pushed over the line towards where her body was thinking more than her mind. “W-what are you . . . ”

“Shh,” Celeste murmured against her neck. “Don’t worry, it won’t take much. I have you figured out, Clauds. If I just do this,” she gave a much more assertive rub down there, paired with a deeper neck kiss. Then, slightly shifting her fingertips, she pressed down on Claudia’s clit from the outside in just the right way.

Claudia couldn’t prevent a soft moan from escaping her lips. Obviously Celeste had figured out enough to be that effective that quickly after just one time physically teasing her, and the unexpected advances had left Claudia completely unable to resist reacting to the overlapping sources of pleasure.

As soon as her lips parted for the brief yet painfully slutty sound in the context of the public setting, everything stopped. Celeste’s hand and lips retreated, and the plug was completely still. It should have been a relief, though Claudia was faintly frustrated at the same time.

“Well?” Celeste asked.

Nessa looked appalled as she glanced down at her phone, and then towards Claudia. “Eight seconds. How is that . . . ”

“Told you,” Sara smirked, “A deal’s a deal, right?”

“I guess so,” Nessa said, “But no promises come Monday.”

“Fair enough. Know your way out?”

“Of course.”

And that was that. Nessa gave Claudia a parting look that was difficult to read, then turned around and left the way she had followed Sara in.

Claudia was stunned. She had been sure Nessa’s no nonsense attitude towards the whole situation was going to resolve things somehow. But instead, Nessa was just leaving? Why? Because of the sapphic moment with Celeste?

Sara was more than happy to explain once she heard the sound of the front door closing. “I bet her that Celeste could make you moan in less than ten seconds. Nessa seemed to think you had a lot more self control than that. Don’t worry, she’ll cover for you. But she also won’t be interfering for the rest of the weekend.”


How should Claudia react?

Accept her fate and continue doing as she’s told?

Try to push past the girls and chase Nessa outside?

Or see if Sara is willing to make a deal?

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[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter Seventeen

It took Claudia a moment to process what Sara was telling her.

Nessa was leaving. Because of a bet, because Claudia got off right in front of her, because whatever. The reason wasn’t even important. Nessa was leaving. Though Claudia had seen her walk out of the room and heard her exit the house, it still didn’t feel real. Not when her friend had a habit of making fun of girls like Sara, and also was supposed to have Claudia’s back. Though Nessa wasn’t sticking around to witness or participate in this or that, it was almost just as bad that she would walk away just like that.

Which is why Claudia rejected Sara’s explanation. Surely Nessa wouldn’t so quickly choose to be neutral.

“Bullshit!” Claudia snapped. She headed for the hallway Nessa took, concerned that her friend would drive away if she wasn’t quick enough.

“Language, sis,” Sara grabbed her wrist, “And where do you think you’re going?”

“FUCK YOU.” There was only so much compelled submission a girl like Claudia could take. Yanking her arm free and storming off, despite having learned how running off earlier didn’t get her anywhere, Claudia hurried towards the front door. Just about when she was reaching for the knob, she felt the plug vibrating at its maximum setting all over again. “Fuck,” Claudia muttered to herself. She still hadn’t really come down from Celeste’s recent teasing, but she was also determined to see her current mission through. Hastily opening the door and stepping outside, she exhaled in relief at the sight of Nessa’s car still parked by the curb.

Claudia had half a mind to pull the plug out before continuing, except that would waste precious seconds she wasn’t sure she had. If Nessa hadn’t noticed her yet, the girl could start driving at any second. Pushing through, which was surprisingly difficult now that she had been nudged towards the edge only for it to end up being a means to take away her friend’s support, Claudia fast-walked towards the street.

“Nessa!” she called out. Would she be heard through the windows and the music that Nessa always played so loudly? Questionable. Maybe Nessa would just see her approaching. Regardless, Claudia sped up until she reached the car. She tried opening the passenger door, as maybe just getting in the car would be enough to convince Nessa to bring her along, consequences be damned. Naturally, it was locked. Knocking on the window instead, though Nessa definitely would have noticed someone trying the handle, she called in to her friend. “Nessa! Open up!!”

Nessa glanced to her right, then cracked the passenger window after a moment of deliberation. “What do you want, Claudia?” she calmly asked.

“Open the door!” Claudia insisted. Her friend’s arrival was supposed to save her from Sara’s bullshit, so of course Claudia was frustrated and a bit pissed off that Nessa’s car was already running. “Sara IS blackmailing me, and I’m fucking done with it. Take me with you.”

“A bet is a bet, girl,” Nessa said, “Have I ever gone back on my word?”

Claudia definitely hadn’t considered that angle. Nessa always followed through on her deals, bets, promises, etc. It was a point of pride for her, and she had never once hesitated to pay up regardless of what the price or the penalty was. “But-” Claudia hesitated. She scrambled to come up with anything that might convince Nessa to make an exception. Like Sara had said, it had been a bet regarding Claudia’s moan. “But they cheated!” she blurted out. Similar to how the plug was vibrating away inside her at the moment, it had been doing the very same when Celeste drew out Claudia’s slutty exhale in the kitchen. Granted, Claudia had no idea what the specifics of the bet were, or how exactly she would explain the details of why her step-sister had the remote control to a sex toy she was currently dealing with; she just knew she had to say something to get Nessa on her side again.

“A bet is a bet,” Nessa repeated. But then, with a tiny smirk, she said, “How about this? Strip, and I’ll consider unlocking the car.”

“ . . . What?” It took Claudia a moment to process the suggestion. For the most part, Claudia didn’t give a shit about nudity. She had peeled off her top at the skate park before in order to change into something more comfortable, gone streaking and skinny dipping, and one time had sat around with her boobs out for a full ten minutes at a sleepover for a dare. In her mind, it was only a big deal if you made it a big deal, plus it was a solid way to both flaunt her body and show other girls that she had no shortage of confidence.

The difference was, most of those instances had some degree of privacy and were pretty low risk. To take off her clothes in broad daylight, when any of their neighbors could be stepping outside or looking out the window? Claudia was shameless, but she also wasn’t stupid.

“You heard me,” Nessa said, “All the way, Clauds. You know, like last summer?”

Uh huh. Except stripping in the woods wasn’t at all the same as stripping on the sidewalk.

Pouncing on Claudia’s hesitation, Nessa added, “Twenty seconds, or I’m out of here. Nineteen . . . ”

“Wait! Okay, okay. Just-” Claudia grabbed the hem of the cream blouse and yanked it upwards, not particularly caring if she ripped the delicate fabric along the way. It was Sara’s top, and it would serve her sister right if the nice outfit piece was ruined because Claudia was told to wear it. The plaid skirt, however, was more difficult to remove. The zipper was in the back, the skirt was tight on her waist due to how Sara was slightly more skinny, and the time pressure didn’t help as Claudia awkwardly shimmied her hips while pulling down on the preppy pink number.

Nessa rolled the window down another few inches when Claudia finally worked the skirt halfway down. “Toss your clothes in,” she said, “And you’re almost out of time, Claudia!”

Claudia didn’t think twice about the directive. Nearly tripping in her haste to remove the skirt from where it had pooled around her ankles, she haphazardly threw it along with the blouse into Nessa’s car. Not bothering to check if anyone was watching the show, or if Sara had followed her outside, Claudia reached back to unhook the bra. Though the lace pink undergarment wasn’t her own, a bra was still a bra. It only took a second or two for her to undo the clasps, and then she was pulling it off her chest and throwing it on top of the wrinkled stack on the leather seat.

“Ouch. That’s 25 seconds!” Nessa said, “Bye, Claudia. Have a fun weekend!”

With that, she drove off with a smile and a wave, leaving Claudia on the curb in nothing but Sara’s thong.


What will Sara do after letting all of that play out?

Drag a nearly naked Claudia back inside for a spanking?

Lock her step-sister out and call the authorities?

Or make Claudia put on a collar and use the dog door?

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[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter Eighteen

Claudia stared at Nessa’s car as it turned the corner, in sheer disbelief that her friend was actually leaving. They pulled pranks of various degrees on each other all the time, but none of those things had ever involved Sara before. It was why Claudia had expected things to go so differently, and why she was momentarily expecting Nessa to turn around and come back.

Belatedly cupping her bare breasts when she finally processed the fact that she was nearly naked in the late afternoon sun, she quickly whipped her head left and right to make sure no one else was around. Though she was rather confident about her body, that didn’t mean she wanted to be caught like this by one of their neighbors.

Apparently Sara felt the same. “CLAUDIA.” Standing on the front porch for a moment with a hand on her hip, she asked, “What are you doing?! Someone could see you!” Not actually expecting a reply, Sara stormed down the path to the sidewalk and grabbed a handful of Claudia’s hair. “Get back inside. Now!” Just like the first time she had dragged Claudia back into the house, Sara started tugging with the tight grip she had on her step-sister’s locks.

“Ow! Sara- Sara, stop!!” Claudia gasped. She would have been scurrying back inside anyway, except now she was forced to match Sara’s brisk pace in order to somewhat alleviate the stinging of her scalp. Slightly stumbling up the steps to the porch, finding this round of being yanked around by her hair much worse now that she had to deal with the awkwardness of not wearing a bra, Claudia did the best she could to hold her breasts in place as she was jerked forward.

Rather than roughly leading Claudia back to the kitchen, Sara took a sharp turn towards the living room. “Hey!” she called through the house, “Someone close the front door?” Not breaking her stride, she dragged Claudia over to the sofa and used the forward momentum to her advantage. Sara swiftly wrapped her free arm around Claudia’s back while simultaneously falling backwards into the seat. The maneuver worked perfectly; Sara landed comfortably on the sofa while Claudia ended up over her lap. Not wanting to take any chances, Sara used the moment of surprise to position herself in a way that would allow the most control while also using her grip on Claudia’s side to pull the thong-clad girl into place.

“Do you remember your list?” Sara asked. Then she started spanking Claudia without any warning or dramatic suspense. Alternating cheeks with her sharp slaps, she answered her own question at the same time, “Vulgar language. Horrible attitude.” Both of which Claudia showed when swearing at Sara while racing out of the kitchen in order to chase Nessa. “Slutty clothes. Stripping outside is even worse than what you wear to school. Where is the pretty outfit I lent you, anyway?”

“Sara!!” Claudia was too busy trying to squirm free to actually have a conversation. For the time being, it was more about the shock and humiliation than the pain. Though Sara’s earlier spanking had been too rough, enough time had passed since then for the stinging to fade.

For a more preppy and academic girl, Sara was still decently strong. Unlike her sister, she actually went to the gym regularly. And between the grasp she maintained on Claudia’s hair, as well as the firm grip on her bare side, she managed to keep Sara in place. If anything, Claudia’s struggles just encouraged Sara to spank harder and faster. “Hold. Still.” Though Sara was new to all of this, she was intelligent enough to figure it out on the fly. Wearing out Claudia was a good way to ensure she would stop fighting and just accept her punishment.

It didn’t take long for Claudia to figure out that she wasn’t going anywhere. Her hair was the biggest reason, as there was only so much she could do when every sharp movement ended up causing her to bring more pain to herself thanks to how she inadvertently pulled against Sara’s grip in the process. All the while, Claudia had to deal with the unrelenting assault on her backside.

To make matters worse, there was an audience to this spanking. “Oh!” Celeste exclaimed, as she and Harriet stepped into the room a minute later. “Fun. Should I add the other thing?”

“Not yet. Harriet, can you go grab the hairbrush in my room? My hand is starting to sting.” Despite the casual complaint, Sara wasn’t letting up in the slightest. Keeping the same rhythm as she had for at least 30 spankings on each side, she continued with the alternating slaps.

Naturally, Claudia’s ass hurt a lot more than the hand that was spanking it, yet she had to hear about the inconvenience Sara was dealing with. And just like the initial spanking up in Sara’s room, Claudia was starting to worry about her step-sister’s lack of experience with this form of dominance. This hard, with no breaks along the way? Claudia’s tolerance was fine from her personal experimentation, but that didn’t mean she was immune to bruising. This had already gone on longer than before, and it sounded like Sara planned on continuing with the brush. “Sara-”

WHACK.

Sara’s hand cracked down much, much harder than any of the previous strikes. “Bad girl!” she exclaimed, “Not a single word until the end of your punishment, Claudia. That’s another hundred for that little outburst.”

A hundred total? Or on each? And what was the original count?! Claudia was this close to protesting. The problem was, it had already been proven that Sara could keep Claudia over her lap. An additional two hundred would be far worse, regardless of how many she would have gotten to start with.

Satisfied that she had gotten her rebellious sister to shut up, Sara kept going. Slapping at Claudia’s reddened backside without any sign of stopping until Harriet returned. “You’re the best,” Sara said. Finally letting up, but resting her hand threateningly on one of Claudia’s stinging cheeks, she held out her other hand for the hairbrush. “Now we can get started for real.”

’For real?’ The words were on the tip of Claudia’s tongue. Her ass was already on fire, and the brush was going to be so much worse than Sara’s hand.

“Go ahead, Celeste,” Sara said.

“With pleasure!” Celeste giggled.

A moment later, the plug that was still buried between Claudia’s cheeks started vibrating on one of its highest settings. At the same time, the hairbrush came crashing down for the first of many strikes.



What will Sara’s approach to the spanking be?

Aim to be as aggressive as possible to make Claudia further submit?
Try to turn her on with the pain/pleasure combo, and maybe get her off?
Or be most interested in turning her cheeks black and blue for the lasting visual?

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