Georgia Chains

The plane touched down in Georgia under a heavy sky, and my sister Linda greeted me with a warm hug at the arrivals gate. "Sixty and fresh out of the clink, huh? Don't worry, big brother—home's going to feel real different this time," she said with a sly wink as we drove to her sprawling four-acre property. Her husband Mark met us at the door, his eyes already appraising me like livestock. "Strip. Now," Linda snapped, her friendly tone vanishing. "You've been a burden long enough; from here on, you're our personal slave. Clothes off, or we start the lessons the hard way."

I hesitated, heart pounding, but their matching smirks left no room. Naked and exposed at sixty, I stood there sweating under their gaze. "Look at that soft old body," Mark chuckled. "Bet jail didn't teach you much about service. Time for training." Linda circled me, sharp as ever. "Start with the feet, brother. Lick them clean—show us you're worth keeping around. And don't forget the rest: breasts, pussies, anuses, cocks, balls. We're horny after that flight, and you're going to fix it."

I dropped to my knees, tongue working over Linda's toes as she laughed wickedly. "Good start, but get that ass in the air—Mark's cock looks hard already." Mark stepped forward, his shaft throbbing. "Suck it like you mean it. Blowjob first, then you can taste her dripping pussy." The words hit like a whip, and despite everything, I felt myself getting horny, my own cock stirring unwanted.

Linda pulled me up, guiding my mouth to her full breasts before shoving me between her legs. "Lick my pussy, slave—make it wet and dripping." Her moans mixed with witty barbs: "Not bad for an ex-con; maybe jail taught you to follow orders after all." Mark positioned behind, his hands firm as he pressed his cock against my lips again. I alternated, sucking him deep while fingering her ass, the room filling with panting and the slap of skin.

Tension peaked as Linda straddled my face, grinding her wet pussy on my tongue while Mark thrust into my mouth. "Deeper, brother—don't you dare stop until we come," she commanded, her voice laced with dominance. I worked them both, tasting every inch, until Mark groaned and came down my throat, his cum hot and thick. Linda followed, her pussy clenching as she came hard, juices dripping down my chin.

They pulled away, leaving me aching and hard on the floor. Linda grabbed a whip from the wall. "Daily lessons start now," she purred, cracking it lightly across my back. Mark joined, their laughter sharp. "The kids are due home soon, and my friends love a show—imagine you standing naked while I stroke that cock till you cum, him whipping your ass from behind."

But first, they had more in store before the real humiliations began.