Scott's Journey into Slavery

[kendawg]

Oh my god that was one of the best stories I have ever read. Your story telling is fantastic. These two girls are so frickin hot. I really can't wait for the grand finale to this story. I only wish I could put myself in this story to face these two dominant girls. I thank you so much for this story.

[ttucker]

Awesome story as always! When will we be graced with the finale?

[Jericho3]

Scott's Journey Into Slavery
Part 3: Lethal Legs Liz and The Stink Face Assasins

"Wake up Scott!" The girls shouted, jumping onto his bed. It was 9AM on the day he was set to leave but he still had one more match to go.

"Your ride is here at 5 so we should get an early start. Taylor and I will be downstairs waiting" Liz told him and the two ran off. He stayed in bed for another 10 minutes, fearful to see what they had in store but slightly excited as well. He decided there was no reason to prolong it and headed to the shower. After cleaning up, he went downstairs where we has welcomed by a booming ring announcer voice.

"Ladies and gentleman, this next contest is our main event and will be a TWO ON ONE HANDICAP MATCH! It is scheduled for TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS where decisions are earned by SUBMISSIONS ONLY!" Shouted Taylor. Scott was surprised to hear it would be a 2 out of 3 falls match but wasn't given an opportunity to argue as the ring announcer continued.

"The first team to submit TWICE will be named LOSER and forced to endure a STINK FACE from EACH MEMBER of THE WINNING TEAM!... Now the participants! Introducing first, from out of state, barely standing after his weekend of hell, weighing a hair over 100 pounds, he is the master of the Scott Factor and Sharpshooter... THIS. IS. SCOTT... THE SQUASHED!"

Scott looked less than impressed by this intro. He stood staring across at his opponents who wore matching pink bathrobes. Both girls had their hair pulled up into pig tails with neon green ribbons, and eye black with lettering under their eyes. Sure enough "DX" was stenciled in the same color as the ribbons in their hair.

"And now introducing his opponents! First, she hails from across the street. Weighing in at 135 pounds, she is the MASTER of the PEDIGREE and loves to put her opponents through her TERRIBLE TORTURE SUBMISSION MANEUVER. She is... TAYLOR. THE TERRIBLLLLLEEEE!!!!"Taylor lifted her arms up high before continuing.

"And her tag team partner! She makes her home RIGHT HERE IN THIS VERY ARENA! She stands 5 foot 2 inches tall and weighs in at a trim 110 pounds. She is the master of the Diamond Cutter and KNOCKS her victims OUT COLD with her LETHAL LIZ LOCK, she is THE BEAUTIFUL, THE TALENTED, THE UNSTOPPABLE KILLER! NEVER BEFORE HAS SOMEONE SO HOT BEEN SO STONE COLD... SHE IS.... LETHAL. LEGS. LIZZZZZZ!!!"

Scott rolled his eyes at the over the top introduction for his cousin.

"You done yet?" He asked impatiently. Taylor ignored him and went on.

"Ladies and gentleman, representing the DX army, together these two form the team of... THE STINK FACE ASSASSINS!" Concluded Taylor as both girls laughed at their newly created tag team.

Scott gave a mocking laugh but otherwise stayed silent. The girls looked over at him and each untied their robes. They both threw them to the floor to reveal full on matching outfits. They wore black tights cut just below the knee that they had ironed neon green lettering on to read "DX" on each of their thighs. For tops they wore DX tees that they had cut up to bare each of their midriffs. The sleeves and necklines were cut short as well. Underneath, they had matching neon green sports bras.

They took a step forward and did a brief twirl to show off the same lettering on their thighs was also painted to read "suck it" on their backsides. After completing their spin they both nodded at each other and rushed Scott, who brought his hands up defensively. The girls pressed forward with Taylor snatching his head down into a side headlock as Liz got her arms around his waist. He tried pushing under Taylor's arm but she cinched in, torquing his neck sideways as Liz began tightening her squeeze around his waist.

For several moments, Scott struggled to stay up with the 2 teens constantly squeezing his neck and midsection. Eventually he dropped to his knees as Liz released her bear hug. Taylor continued to cinch in the side head lock before finally sensing weakness. She widened her legs and pushed forward, forcing Scott down onto his side. She was now pressed on his face as his breathing was becoming heavy. She continued to wrench away and lean on her victim, trying to wear him down.

"Losing steam already Scott? You must be eager to know what our tights smell like!" Taylor taunted, before releasing the headlock. In one swift move, she rolled down Scott's back and grabbed both arms behind him. She yanked backwards, arching him up, and lifting his head off the floor. Suddenly Liz was sliding under his face and snapping her ankles together behind his head.

"LIZ LOCK! SHE GOT THE LIZ LOCK FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!" Screamed the announcer. Liz was excited but tried to take it easy. She remembered that it had only taken 50% to knock him out yesterday and didn't want that to happen too soon. Scott tapped out furiously on Taylor's thigh anyways, unable to handle his cousin's lethal legs.

"DING DING DING! THE WINNERS OF THE FIRST FALL, BY SUBMISSION, THE STINK FACE ASSASSINS!" Boomed Taylor as she let go of Scott's arms. Liz increased the pressure to about 75% of her power as Scott was now tapping her thigh furiously. Disappointed she didn't get to go all out yet, she begrudgingly let him go anyways, wishing he wouldn't be such a wimp about it. She wanted to know what it was like to unleash her full power but doubted that her weak little cousin could handle it.

As he tried to regain his breath, he slowly got up to his knees. Before he could get to his feet though, a pillow crashed down onto his head.

"STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL! TAYLOR JUST CRACKED HIM!" Shouted the announcer. He dutifully fell onto his back, wondering what they had planned this time. Taylor grabbed a handful of his hair hoisting him to his feet where Liz hooked his head.

"HE'S STILL UNCONSCIOUS FROM THAT CHAIR SHOT! DON'T DO THIS!" Shouted Taylor as Liz drove him down to the floor with a diamond cutter.

"OH NO! DIAMOND CUTTER TO A DEFENSELESS SCOTT!" Yelled Taylor as she was already pulling Scott back to his feet and positioning him between her legs for her finisher

"NO! NOT A PEDIGREE NOW! THIS IS JUST UNCALLED FOR! SCOTT IS STILL OUT COLD!" Raved Taylor before driving him face first into a cushion. She kept his arms hooked and cinched down into her submission hold.

"TERRIBLE TORTURE! SHE'S GOT THE SUBMISSION LOCKED ON BUT SCOTT ISN'T MOVING!" She shouted, squeezing his head between her feet, causing Scott to Yelp in pain.

"SHE'S TORTURING SCOTT NOW! SHE KNOWS AN UNCONSCIOUS MAN CAN'T SUBMIT AND SHE'S STRETCHING HIM ANYWAYS! SHE WON'T STOP RUBBING HER FEET IN HIS FACE!" She yelled, ignoring Scott's cries beneath her. She kept applying more pressure, as if Scott and his screams didn't even exist.

"OW! STOP!" He shouted, but that still didn't slow Taylor, who continued to drive her hips into the side of Scott's head. His arms were bent awkwardly behind him now as his head and neck were being wrenched under his tormentor's weight. The sole of her foot continued to press tighter against his face.

When she finally let him go, he rolled to his back, trying to get his wind back. As he did,
Taylor approached and took one step over his prone body. She raised both her arms and brought them down into a crotch chop. She then kicked both her legs out wide, collapsing her full weight down upon his chest.

"WELL THAT'S ONE WAY TO WAKE HIM UP!" Shouted the announcer. Scott's legs kicked up upon contact as the wind was knocked out of him. Not quite content with herself, Taylor raised back up and repeated the move, again using her full weight to drive the air out of Scott's lungs. This time she stayed put before launching into announcer mode.

"SCOTT THE SQUASHED IS LIVING UP TO HIS NAME HERE! TAYLOR IS TRYING YO LITERALLY SQUASH HIM!" She shouted, not moving off of Scott's chest.

"What do you say Scott?" Taylor asked.

"Ugh... Noooo" he answered. She shook her head and stood back up. Scott was quick to roll to his side and hook onto her leg. Liz intervened now and grabbed her cousin's wrists, stretching them straight over head. He was lying sideways, completely prone when Taylor came crashing down again.
Whatever air was left in Scott's lungs all but left him now.

"Come on Scott! Give it up!" Shouted Taylor, still sitting full weight on his wide open rib cage. When he failed to respond, she continued.

"Still no? Well alright then, you can give it a try Liz." She added. Liz released her cousin's arms and got to her feet. Taylor quickly swapped into announcer mode.

"SHE'S DEFERRING TO LIZ! THEY WANT HIS COUSIN TO BE THE ONE TO EARN THE SUBMISSION!" She shouted, forcing his shoulders back to the floor. She shimmied herself back, sitting heavily on his mid section now.

Liz then stepped one foot over her cousin, placed her hands on Taylor's shoulders, and slowly lowered into a split onto Scott's upper chest. Once her weight had settled, she inched backwards as Scott's hands instinctually hooked her thighs. She felt his resistance but pressed further anyways until she was settled directly over his windpipe, ass pushed tightly up under his chin. He immediately began to gurgle and she knew he was about to tap out. The anticipation made her force herself down even harder.

Seeing Scott trying to fight back, Taylor snatched his arms away from her partner's legs. Without his hands, he couldn't prevent Liz' weight from crushing his throat. Furthermore, he couldn't tap out even if he wanted to now.

Liz looked down over her shoulder at his beet red face as she knew he couldn't last much longer like this. Her ass was pushing down on his airway with the force of her entire body weight and she was slightly disappointed. She liked it better when he was clawing at her thighs, desperately trying to pry her away but unable to. It made her feel so... Powerful. So she decided to do something about it. She eased the pressure, grabbed a hold of Scott's head, lifted it off the floor and slapped on a reverse head scissor.

"REVERSE LIZ LOCK! SHE'S NEVER USED THIS ONE BEFORE!" Shouted the announcer, as Liz slowly squeezed her thighs right under her cousin's ears. She barely had reached half strength before he was out. She debated continuing to flex harder but thought it may kill him and ultimately let him go, allowing his head to fall lifelessly to the floor.

"HE'S OUT BUT LIZ DOESN'T LOOK SATISFIED" she yelled, spinning herself around on her cousin's body. She sat back onto his chest, kicked her legs out wide and looked down at his unconscious face. She reached down and began tossing it back and forth between her hands, slowly jarring him awake. He was still coming to when Taylor chimed in with her announcer voice.

"HE WAS KNOCKED OUT BUT HE NEVER TAPPED OUT! THIS FALL MUST CONTINUE!" She raged, still securing Scott's arms by his sides. At the conclusion of the announcement his eyes grew in fear and he began trying to pull free of Taylor's grasp.

"Leave him" Liz instructed, so Taylor let go and got to her feet. Scott immediately reached for his cousin's thighs but couldn't pull her away. Without another word, she took her palm, pressed it up under his chin and slid her weight forward over his throat. She let herself drop into a full on split over his wind pipe. He gurgled uncontrollably under her, prying at her thighs, hopelessly trying to ease the pressure. His cousin kept pouring it on as Scott's struggles became desperate tap outs on her thigh. She bit her lip as she basked in the sensation of her cousin submitting to her.

"HE'S TAPPING OUT! THIS MATCH IS OVER BUT THE DESTRUCTION CERTAINLY ISN'T!" Raved Liz as she still wasn't quite content. She inched up briefly, just long enough to lift his head, and slapped on a front headscissor. Scott continued to tap out furiously on her thigh as she ground away at his skull.

"LIZ LOCK! HE WAS ADMITTING DEFEAT AND SHE STILL LOCKED IT ON! SHE'S REFUSING TO BREAK THE HOLD NOW! SHE COULD BREAK HIS NECK LIKE THIS!" Taylor shouted with glee as she saw Scott's tap outs significantly slow. Sensing the fight draining from her cousin, Liz eased up and rolled to her side but it was too late as his body flopped over completely motionless. This time Liz couldn't help herself and added a couple more light flexes in, still not letting herself see what her full power could achieve. She let go and rolled him over. Each girl then put a foot on his cheek and waited for him to wake. As he began to stir Taylor launched into her announcer voice.

"Ladies and gentleman, the winners of this match, in two straight falls, Taylor the Terrible and Lethal Legs Liz, THE STINK. FACE. ASSASSINS!" She boomed, removing her foot from Scott's face to embrace her partner. Together the girls then raised their arms in victory. The announcer then continued.

"HOWEVER! I have just been informed that this match... MUST CONTINUE FOR A THIRD FALL!" Despite his exhaustion, Scott began bubbling with rage. He had already lost 2 straight falls and was going to be forced to take a stink face from each of them. What were they trying to accomplish here? He went to speak up but was interrupted by the announcer.

"If Scott fails to win even one fall, it has been deemed that in addition to the stink faces, he will also be forced to endure one more final punishment at the hands of the victors! And this third fall, starts RIGHT NOW! DING DING DING!" Concluded the announcer.

Well Scott was tired of it and decided he wouldn't take it any longer. So he hopped to his feet, grabbed a pillow, and smashed Taylor over the head with it. He then turned to his cousin and did the same.

"HE'S SNAPPED! HE GOT BOTH OF THEM WITH THE CHAIR! HE JUST BROKE IT RIGHT OVER HIS COUSIN'S SKULL!" Scott announced. Liz fell flat on her back and he approached her legs. He picked them up, stepped through and spun her over into a sharpshooter.

"SHARPSHOOTER! SHARPSHOOTER! THAT'S HIS SIGNATURE SUBMISSION! LIZ IS IN TROUBLE NOW!!" He screamed. He'd applied this hold on some of his friends before and knew it fairly well. There was a way to make it look good and not harm the other person but there was also a way to make it hurt very much. He decided on the latter option.

"OW! Scott! Seriously you're hurting me!" Liz screamed in pain. She felt her back stretching even beyond her normal flexibility.

"SHE'S GOING TO HAVE TO TAP OUT! SHE'S GOING TO GET A STINK FACE!" Scott screamed maniacally. It had all blown up in their faces, he thought. And now they were the ones that were going to have to go along with this cruel game. He had completely forgotten that he'd already technically lost the match but it didn't matter anyways because moments later Taylor rushed in with a heavy clothesline to the back of his head.

"TAYLOR JUST BLINDSIDED HIM! SCOTT IS DOWN!" She yelled. She then approached his legs and applied a sharpshooter of her own.

"SHARPSHOOTER! TAYLOR IS GOING TO BEAT HIM WITH HIS OWN HOLD!" She shouted. Unlike Scott's version where he squatted and used leverage, she opted to sit full-weight on his lower back, pinning his stomach to the floor and brutally twisting his legs sideways.

Scott went to shout in pain but no sound came out. The way he was pinned made it impossible to breathe. He kept trying to speak up but couldn't. That's when he saw his cousin sliding towards his head.

"NOT WHILE HE'S IN THE SHARPSHOOTER! LIZ IS GOING FOR THE LIZ LOCK! THERE'S NO WAY HE CAN TAKE THIS!" The announcer shouted as Liz snapped her ankles around her cousin's neck, gripped two handfuls of his hair forcing his head upright and finally summoned the courage to squeeze with all her might. She was pissed that he had tried to make her tap out and he was about to learn how much she had been holding back.

Once her legs tensed, Scott immediately began to gurgle and desperately tapped the floor. Liz stared right in his eyes the whole time and just when they started to roll back she went into her own announcer voice.

"HE TAPPED OUT! BUT THE WORST HAS YET TO COME! HIS COUSIN IS REFUSING TO RELEASE THE HOLD!" She screamed and began slamming his face into her crotch repeatedly. Taylor released his legs and they flopped dead to the floor.

"SHE STILL WON'T STOP! EVEN TAYLOR LET HIM GO BUT HIS COUSIN IS JUST HUMILIATING HIM NOW!"
The announcer shouted as Liz held her cousin's actual unconscious face into her crotch. She rolled to her side and really began to grind herself.

"I've got two words for you Scott... Suck it!" She said and added in one last long, slow gyration before finally letting go.

Taylor stared at the carnage in complete shock. At the start of the weekend, Liz had hated wrestling and even the suggestion of doing it with her cousin would make her blush. And now she was driving her crotch into his unconscious face and telling him to suck it.

"I have something he can suck on too. Wake his ass up. It's stink face time." Proclaimed Taylor. The two girls propped him up to a seated position as he slowly began to wake. Liz slipped on a full Nelson as Taylor paced in front of him.

"Scott. You lost the match. You also know the rules. Prepare for your stink faces. Oh... And suck it!" She yelled, turning around and bending over.

"No please don't! I've had enough!" Scott pleaded. His one time fantasy was becoming his downfall. Knowing full well what these two girls were now capable of, he was terrified. Liz then pressed his face forward, directly into Taylor's black tights. He flailed his arms like a mad man as the two girls pressed tighter towards one another, squashing Scott's head further.

"Stink face for the loser!" Shouted Liz as her cousin's face smashed tighter into her friend's ass. Suddenly, Taylor pulled away and laid down on her stomach.

"Go ahead. Keep going." She instructed her teammate. Liz slowly lowered Scott's face downwards.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Taylor interrupted, causing his face to stop about a foot above her round booty. She cleared her throat and switched to her announcer voice.

"WHAT DOES TAYLOR HAVE UP HER SLEEVE NOW???" She shouted and slowly peeled her tights down to reveal a tiny black thong. "OH NO! NOT A THONG! SHE'S GOING TO STINK FACE HIM IN A THONG!" Liz began lowering his face but was again interrupted, this time a mere inches from its destination.

"Uh uh uh" Taylor said, slowly pulling her thong to one side.

"No! Stop! I give up! I'll do anything!" Begged Scott. Liz held him there, dangling so close to the very thing he had once desired.

"Hey Taylor... What were those two words we had for him?" Asked Liz. Taylor's lips curled into a devious smile.

"Suck it" She answered very calmly, propping herself onto her elbows and turning to watch the action unfold. A second later and Liz was forcing her cousin's face directly into Taylor's bare ass.

"THIS IS THE ULTIMATE STINK FACE! LIZ IS MAKING HER COUSIN A REAL LIFE BROWN NOSER!" Shouted Taylor and both girls erupted into laughter. Scott on the other hand was not having such a good time. He was making strange noises and jerking around like crazy. That just made Liz press down even harder.

"THEY DON'T LOOK LIKE THEY'RE GOING TO LET UP! SCOTT IS COMPLETELY AT THEIR MERCY!" Liz shouted, through gritted teeth, pushing Scott's face even tighter into her friend. He was trembling now. She could literally feel the life sucking out of him. His body started to spasm but she held him in place until all movement had ceased. A wave of excitement rolled through her as she released the full nelson, Scott's face still buried in Taylor's fleshy cheeks.

"He's out" Liz said rather calmly, taking a seat next to her friend. Taylor made no movement to remove Scott's face from her own rear end. She too was savoring the powerful feeling running through her.

"He'll wake up soon and then it will be your turn. What do you have planned?" Taylor asked, genuinely excited about the options.

"Think you can handle another pedigree?" Liz asked. Taylor opened her mouth to respond but realized the question was directed towards Scott's limp body. Liz reached over and shook his head as if he said no.

"Well you don't really have a choice in the matter!" She exclaimed with a cackle, finally taking the time to peel his face out of Taylor's meaty butt cheeks and roll him over.

They let him lay there as Liz pulled her tights completely off to reveal that she too had on a black thong. Taylor kept hers on but tossed her tights aside. They had coordinated their outfits all the way down to their underwear so that even at this point they would still match. Liz laid down on her stomach while Taylor slapped their victim awake.

"Good morning loser! You didn't think we'd let you sleep through stink face time did you?" She taunted, pulling him to his feet and into position. She walked him over so that he was looking straight down at Liz's firm glutes. With tears in his eyes, he began appealing to his cousin to reason with him.

"Don't do this Liz! We're cousins!" He pleaded before adding "You shouldn't do this!"

For a moment there was silence. Taylor held him in position as Liz contemplated her response.

"You're right" Liz said

"I... I am?" Stammered Scott.

"Yea you're right... I shouldn't do this." She added before gripping her waist band on either hip.

"I should do THIS!" She exclaimed, sliding down her thong and exposing her bare ass to her cousin. A second later and Taylor was driving him straight down again, making that all too familiar smack of skin against skin.

"PEDIGREE! SHE JUST PEDIGREED HIM STRAIGHT INTO LIZ' BARE ASS! THIS HAS TO BE THE CRUELEST STINK FACE WE HAVE EVER WITNESSED! THERE'S NO QUESTION WHO WON THIS MATCH LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Shouted the announcer, as Scott was forced deeper into his cousin's toned bottom. His arms remained hooked as Taylor pressed down on the back of his head with all her weight. Scott's cries of pain were lost into Liz. She could barely hear them but she certainly felt each and every one, sending shivers up her spine. He was trembling now. Just like before, she could almost feel his body quitting on him as his struggles became spastic. Taylor continued to hold him down until he went completely motionless. Even after that, she remained on her perch.

"MY GOD! HE JUST PASSED OUT IN THE BARE BOTTOM STINK FACE! THE STINK FACE ASSASSINS HAVE CERTAINLY LIVED UP TO THEIR NAME TONIGHT!" Yelled the announcer as Taylor finally got to her feet. Liz remained motionless, soaking up the feeling of Scott's unconscious face between her cheeks. She left him there until he finally began to stir on his own.

Scott blinked himself awake and lifted his head up an inch. He took one huge inhale and immediately gagged. Rolling over to his back he coughed uncontrollably for a good minute. When the coughing subsided, he laid still, arms stretched out wide with his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to regain his breath.

"AND NOW, BECAUSE SCOTT FAILED TO WIN ANY FALLS, ONE MORE PUNISHMENT MUST BE ENACTED!" Boomed Taylor, followed by a couple of giggles. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. Liz knelt over the top of Scott's head and pulled his arms straight, pinning them down.

"Open your mouth." Taylor ordered Scott and he obeyed. He knew better than to do otherwise, even though he also knew whatever she had planned was sure to be cruel.

Taylor paused to make sure he would do as told, which he did. She looked down at him with his mouth open and in that moment she knew that she would always own this boy. From this point until forever, Scott would never forget her. And if their paths ever crossed again, she would undoubtedly have his undying loyalty. So she pulled down her thong, knelt beside his head and began jamming her panties into his mouth. She then pinched his nose shut and covered his mouth with her free hand.

"Your punishment, is to choke on my wet, sweaty panties. Yum!" She taunted, bringing her face down just inches above his. She stared right into his eyes as he mumbled pathetically, looking right back up at her.

"Are you scared?" She asked. He nodded furiously in response, eyes wide with fear.

"Do you want me to let you go?" She asked.
He nodded again.

"The only way I'll let you go is if you smell my butt." She said casually. He mumbled a confused answer.

"If I let you go will you smell my butt?" She asked. He paused a moment before deciding to nod.

"No like REALLY smell it you know?" She explained further. He began kicking his legs in desperation, not wanting to pass out again he nodded furiously.

"So if I don't knock you out right now you'll smell my ass? Is that right?" She asked, really drawing the situation out. His body was heaving as he nodded vigorously once more. Taylor held on just a second longer before letting go. Scott immediately began trying to spit out the thong to breathe easier.

"Nope. That stays there." Ordered Taylor as she stuffed her panties back down his gullet. Liz kept his arms pinned over head as her friend straddled his face reverse style and slowly lowered down. She spread her cheeks and hovered just centimeters above Scott's nose.

"I don't hear you sniffing!" Exclaimed Taylor and dropped into a smother. Scott's muffled cries were music to her ears.

"When I lift up, I want to hear you smelling my ass! Understand me?" She asked as Scott nodded in acknowledgment. She lifted up a bit and waited. She exploded into laughter when she heard Scott take a big whiff. He almost gagged but he kept going.

"Oh he's doing it now for sure!" Shouted Liz, enjoying her front row seat for her cousin's official slave coronation. With his eyes watering up again, Scott took another long sniff hoping she'd move soon. She didn't.

"Keep going! It sounds like you're slowing down....If you don't do it right I'm going to have to knock you out." Taylor threatened. Scott immediately began sniffing furiously. He had no desire to go out again. The tears were streaming down his cheeks now as his two tormentors giggled uncontrollably. At this point, the insults began to rain down.

"Little Scottie butt sniffer! He just can't stop himself!" Liz exclaimed, eliciting more laughter from Taylor.

"You like how my ass smells?" She asked Scott. He didn't but he nodded in agreement much to both girls' delights. He was completely humiliated but he thought he had finally spared himself another brutal knock out. Like so many other times this weekend, he was wrong.

"LIAR!" Shouted Taylor and crashed downwards into a smother. Scott kicked wildly beneath her, unable to breathe with her panties balled in his mouth and his nose pinned in Taylor's asshole.

"I ought to make you lick it. Would you like that huh? Eating my asshole? If you love how it smells you must like the taste right?" She shouted, grinding herself down even tighter. He shook his head in panic, not knowing how to answer although it really didn't matter at this point.

"Oh so you don't want to do that?" She asked, lifting up an inch.

"Uh uh" Scott said, shaking his head back and forth. She dropped back down into a smother.

"Ok then. A knockout it is." She said calmly, as Scott heaved in desperation.

"Ugh what now Scott? You don't want to get knocked out either?" She asked annoyed as he shook his head as an answer.

"Well you have to do one." She told him but didn't lift up. He shook his head some more.

"Did I miss the part where you tell me what to do? Oh no that's not how it works! I'm the one in charge! You know, the one sitting on your face right now? The one that has to knock you out because you won't even lick your own master's asshole?" She shouted. The word 'master' struck a chord with Scott. Was that what she was to him now, he thought to himself.

"Now are you going to lick my asshole like a good slave?" She asked. She was using her words carefully now. If 'master' didn't drive her point home, she was sure that 'slave' would. Terrified and desperate for air, Scott nodded, not knowing what else to do.

"You have to do it like you mean it." She instructed. He acknowledged her demand but she went on.

"This is your chance to impress me slave. Don't make me regret it." She threatened, still holding on to her smother.

"So then you accept? If you're going to eat your master's ass diligently and love every second of it, please nod your head in agreement." And he nodded his head furiously.

"Ok then slave, you can get to work after you wake up." She said coldly. Scott cried out in terror sending vibrations up at his new master. His whole body spasmed as Taylor refused to budge. His cousin kept his hands pinned until he finally succumbed to the lack of oxygen. Taylor lifted a bit to pull the pantie gag out of his mouth and hovered there.

Scott woke up in a daze, still pinned down with Taylor's big ass still hanging right above his face.

"Stick out your tongue." Demanded Taylor. Despite his exhaustion, he followed the order as she spread her butt cheeks and slowly lowered over his mouth. He immediately began dutifully tonguing away, intent on following orders.

"Mm mm doesn't that taste good?" Taunted Taylor, moving her hips up and down. Without missing a beat, he quickly responded.

"It sure does."

He didn't mean it, but he said it like he meant it and that's what his tormentor was looking for.

"You're going to be an excellent slave." She told him.

In this moment, she couldn't have been happier. She had finally broken him. He would obey her from now until the end of time. Liz watched with great glee as her cousin continued to serve his new master. All she could think of was someday finding her own slave who would obey her unquestionably. She couldn't wait to know what it might feel like to have someone do that to her. And now, she had the blueprint on how to make it happen too. It was safe to say that from this point on, they all knew that their lives would never be the same again.

[sadmachine]

What an ending! Too fucking good!

Thanks for sharing an awesome story.

[mixfightor]

And the title, Descent into Slavery, finally makes sense.

Thanks for a brilliant story, J. Really appreciated, mate.

[Jericho3]

Originally Posted by mixfightor [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

And the title, Descent into Slavery, finally makes sense.

Thanks for a brilliant story, J. Really appreciated, mate.

I actually wrote this one backwards. I wrote the end and then decided it would be cool if the whole thing had started out as innocent fun and devolved into such a strong domination scenario. So I started brainstorming ideas on how to get to that point and turning Taylor into an avid wrestling fan gave me that opportunity. It also gave me the chance to invent some interesting double team moves. Can't say I've ever been pedigreed into ass before but it seemed like a decent enough idea lol

So as for the title, I actually like you using the word "descent". I called it "Scott's Journey into Slavery" but I think your words may be more accurate for it! Lol much more of a descent than a journey wouldn't you say?

[hicksy]

Great story, from start to finish

[mixfightor]

Hehe... It is a journey I know I would love to take.

[kendawg]

Unbelievable story just unbelievable thank you

[Jericho3]

So there's a couple ways to extend this storyline...

1) Taylor returns home and ends up right back at the bottom of the pecking order of her brothers. She enlists Liz's help in establishing a new pecking order in her home. In the process Liz finds a slave of her own.

2) Scott returns home and his new submissive desires find him getting pummeled by different girls from his area.

3) Liz and Scott have a one on one match at a family reunion.

4) Taylor ends up moving closer to Scott and his slave duties become much more frequent.

5) Scott ends up staying an extra day and his humiliation continues.

6) Liz searches for a slave of her own, either with Taylor's help or without.

Let me know what you guys think. I'm open to suggestions but ultimately could do a couple different things. Of course if you all think these characters have run their course, I can try to come up with something new or go back to what I have left from my true story encounters. And thanks for voting this one story of the month!