This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both. To phrase it differently, this story contains harsh BDSM with incest and incest with harsh BDSM, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres.
Otherwise, these chapters contain many of the physical attributes, mental characteristics, toys and devices to be found in my previous pieces. All characters are of legal age.
In the past, many enthusiastic readers have contributed positive and creative ideas. However, it's my custom to complete an entire story before submission, so I won't be returning to Now Serving to make changes.
Instead, I'm currently working on a new story. It's a shorter piece with fewer characters. However, I welcome your non-irate, non-flaming comments and will try to respond to your questions.
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The next morning, the girls overslept. When they awoke, they rushed to get ready so Matt could drive them to school, which was quite a distance. Matt told Angie to sit next to him. The girls climbed into the car, Angie in front and Janette behind her. In the car, Angie still seemed dazed. "Janette told me what happened last night," he said. Angie cringed in shame, her face and chest flushing with humiliation. "It's okay," Matt said. "Is there anything you want to discuss about it?" he asked. Angie shook her head vehemently, reliving every moment of the lurid scene in her mind.
Matt had started to open the garage door when he received a text message and said, "It's urgent." He got out of the car. "Sorry girls," he called from the door into the house, but I have to deal with this, I hope it doesn't take long, I'll sign a late excuse for you." He rushed back inside to finish an email from his home office.
Janette sighed. These business calls had happened before and usually lasted at least a half hour. She leaned forward from the rear seat so she was directly behind Angie's seat and rested her hands on Angie's shoulders. "Did you like last night?" she asked teasingly. Angie nodded her head.
"Daddy and I understand you, Angie. We know what you like," Janette reassured her cooperative friend. Janette noticed four old seat belts next to her, left by the mechanic at the dealer. The vehicle had been recalled in order to replace potentially defective seat belts. The leftover seat belts no longer had metal buckles and clasps on the ends; they were just fabric. "Angie, this is gonna take a while. We went to sleep late last night, so why don't you take a nap?"
"Ok. That's a good idea," Angie said, and settled into the front seat, closing her eyes. Janette reached into her bag. "Here, use my tanning goggles." Angie put on the eye mask while Janette leaned forward, pressed the trunk release on the dashboard and looked around the trunk. She removed the emergency kit, climbed back into the rear seat, and reclined the front seat till Angie was lying almost prone. "That's comfy," Angie murmured. Now Janette could lean over the supine sub and have access to do what she wanted.
"Why don't you stretch out? Just put your legs on the dashboard. Angie did so, her legs splayed widely. Her light school skirt immediately slid down her long legs. Janette stretched forward, pulled Angie's skirt all the way up her thighs, tucked it into her seat belt, and pushed apart her knees, so the girl's panties were exposed. The pale blue panties were not the same ones she'd exhibited for Matt; these had no lace, revealing her pussy. They were entirely transparent. Janette pulled angle's blouse up to the girl's chin.
"Oh no," she said. "You're not dressed properly." Janette explained. "You were rushing this morning, so you didn't remember. Your bra and panties don't match. But it's a house rule: they always have to match. That's the way Daddy wants it. You're definitely in trouble."
"Ohh!" was all Angie said, dismayed at her carelessness but already half asleep.
Janette didn't know why the emergency kit contained long cable ties, but she pushed Angie onto her side, pulled the girl's arms behind her back, bound her wrists together with one of the ties, and urged Angie onto her back. The groggy girl made no bother. She didn't even try to move her hands.
Angie was wearing a see-through bra in pale green. Janette undid the center clasp in the bra and pulled the demi cups aside, revealing the hottie's 33C tits and fat nipples.
Angie's controlling friend took two black plastic cable ties from the kit and cinched one tightly around the base of Angie's right tit, forcing the flesh to bulge upward. Finally the girl responded. "What's going on?" she asked, half raising herself from the seat.
"It's ok, I'm going to make you feel good," Janette said in her most soothing voice as she tightened the other cable tie around the left breast. The garage door had opened halfway when Matt had to attend to his text message. The girls could see feet and legs going by outside. A few neighbors were walking by on the sidewalk, leaving for work or walking their dogs. That could be a problem if Angie cried out or even groaned loudly.
The emergency kit held a tiny pocket knife. Janette opened the knife and used the minute 2-inch blade to cut both sides of the waistband of Angie's tight thin panties, pulling the material off the sleepyhead's shaved mound and baring her closely shaved mons and dusky, prominent labia. Angie muttered something but was motionless.
Inside the emergency kit was a smaller first aid kit. Janette found a roll of gauze and small scissors, and cut a long piece of gauze. She pulled out the panty hanging from around Angie's hips, stuffed it into the girl's slack mouth, wrapped the gauze around her mouth and head, and tied it off. Angie muttered but lay still, her nubile body spread temptingly in the early morning light coming through below the garage door.
"See, silly, this is no worse than last night, and you liked it then. You came hard. Today you can even see how hot your tits and pussy look."
The young Dom opened their lunch bags. Inside one was a half-full bag of chips and in the other a small bag of pretzels, each closed with a 3-inch wide kitchen clamp. She took the clamps and was happy to see two tiny spray bottles for her lunch salad, one with balsamic vinegar and the other with extra virgin olive oil. She'd forgotten about those. She removed the one with olive oil.
Janette sprayed a fine mist of oil over Angie's thighs, mound, belly and tits, just enough to give the girl's lovely skin a slight sheen in the soft light coming into the car.
