“Now,” I said, and as if I’d pushed a button on Abel, we mimicked the same pose as our cocks unloaded into our prospective holes.

I held still as I waited for my dick to soften, pulled out, and disposed of the condom in the bathroom toilet. I wandered over to my original perch, but there was no point doing up the zipper. I’d be hard again soon when Abel turned the girl’s pleasure-filled experience into a whole new game filled with horror and agony. Abel let out a whoop of satisfaction, his body shaking like he was a dog before he wandered around to lean on the table. His stare went between Jess and Jackie and back again.

“I was going to give you the chance to win back your freedom Jess, but you had to try and run, so instead, I think I’m going to give your sister here the option.” Abel turned his head to look at Jackie. “What do you say, Jackie? Do you want to be fucked again and earn your freedom,” he asked.

“Yes,” she said without hesitation, which made me smile.

“Very well.” Abel un-fastened her bindings, and she smiled wide as she stared up at Abel, thinking she would get to fuck him now.

But the smile slowly slipped away like ice melting in the middle of a heat wave when Abel held out the special dildo drill for her to take. Her hand shook as she took the contraption and stared at the sharp screws that protruded from the entire head of the thick, fake cock.

“What do you want me to do with this?” Her voice was quiet, but luckily the songs were in the midst of switching, so the room was silent except for her innocent question.

“What do you think I want you to do?”

“I…I don’t know,” she mumbled as Abel took her by the arm and made her stand behind her sister’s well-fucked ass.

“You girl are gonna use it on yo sista,” he mocked.

“What?” the two girls said in unison. I gulped another large mouthful of whiskey as the show continued. “I can’t do that. She’s my sister,” Jackie whined, the energy in the room shifting from fun and dirty to nervous and terrified in the blink of an eye.

My brother’s brand of twisted manic pleasure was dancing in his eyes. The perverse pleasure of breaking the family bond between the two girls was laid bare to the naked eye as Jess’s raised ass.

“Jackie, you have a choice, you either use that on your sister and do whatever else I tell you to do, or you’ll end up back on the table right now and have this shoved up your ass.”

The Michael Jackson song “Beat It” chose that moment to come on, and I had to laugh.