Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Lizard69 Title: Training Day Part: Complete Summary: When you reach a point where she can no longer pretend it's a random thing. Keywords: Mf/f, nc, blackmail, BDSM This is a work of fiction. If you have trouble with the boundary between fact and fantasy, don't read it. If the story codes following the title freak you out, don't read it. If I mis-coded drop me a note through the author email link at ASSTR. Do not under any circumstances forward this file to anyone that hasn't specifically requested it. In case you haven't figured it out yet this is intended as *adult* entertainment. Do not allow it to be accessed by minors. If you have inadvertently downloaded it in a jurisdiction where such material isn't legal please delete it immediately. Do not re-post in whole or in part without this notice. Do not repost on any "for profit" site without my specific written permission. Copyright 2020 by Lizard69. Training Day (Mf/f, blackmail, nc) Lizard69 "WHAT?!" "Not so loud. You're right under our parents bedroom." It wasn't the first time I'd used a sleepover as an opportunity to get on my youngest sister's best friend. It wasn't even the first time Pattie knew sis was awake. Usually though, I waited for them to bed down so she could at least pretend it was a secret. "No! No way!" "I tried to be polite but you need to understand, I wasn't *asking*. Too many times now you managed to refuse or sneak away when I couldn't take a chance on making you do it. Sometimes sis helped. Mostly she tried to stay out of it. You're her best friend but she has to live with me." "But? Ok then. Where? The back room?" "You still don't get it. This is something different. Sis and I talked it over and we agreed that it would be easier for all of us in the long run if it gets settled tonight." "What? Settled how?" "We all know you'll do whatever I want you to do, sooner or later, after I put you in a spot where you can't do anything else. What everybody is too embarrassed to say out loud is that you want it that way. It's time for you to admit it. You'll still be daddy's innocent little girl at home. The kids at school don't need to know. Right sis?" "You're an asshole and a creep, but you're probably right. Pattie? I can't count how many times you did it with him. You didn't tell. We promised each other not to tell anyone else? ever. It doesn't matter to me if my best friend is also my creepy brother's secret fuck puppet. Watching you play hide and seek is getting old. Like? just do it already." "But? I'm not? He makes me? You KNOW." "Yeah, I know. When I asked you to sleep over you had me promise nothing would happen, like I did all the other times. Then instead of sharing my bed upstairs I have to roll out my sleeping bag next to yours in the back room, as far as we can get from everyone else and still be in the house. When we changed into our nightgowns you begged me to stay awake with you until my brother was asleep, like... I had a choice? After he told us he had a *special* movie to play later, you asked me about it every time he left the room. This time I did know stuff he didn't want me to tell you but you would have been asking anyway. Ok, it's creepy and sick and, like, totally embarrassing. You say you really don't want it. Then why are you acting like you're about to find out if you got picked for the school play?" "Sis and I talked about that. I think she hit it pretty close. You want to be the center of attention, even if it means getting used for sex by your best friend's big brother." "Honestly Pattie, I'm not interested in watching my brother have sex. The times he had us play with each other weren't any big thrill either. I don't mind being a look out so you don't get caught but you *have* to stop pretending you aren't like that." The girls had been sitting on the couch sharing a blanket. After I dropped the tape in the VCR, I pulled the blanket aside to look at her. Not like I usually did, blending memories and fantasies, but trying to see her with a strangers eyes. I guess she was pretty average. Maybe in another ten years she'd be one of those willowy, greyhound types. At twelve folks might call her, "coltish". Nine years old in a flannel, "granny gown", that almost hid her white ankle socks she was just a kid. Ok, in tight jeans and a tee, or maybe a swimsuit, she was cute as a kitten and unmistakably a *girl* kid. I could push her gown up, pull her panties down, and she still wouldn't look hot in the usual sense, just more girlish. So why was her pre-sexy, preteen, body so much more arousing than girls my own age? "Give me your panties. I don't want them laying around if one of the grownups comes down to check on us." Settling in next to her I hit the play button on the remote. Before it even finished the opening credits I had her nightgown pulled up above her waist. The movie had a plot. I was too young to rent hardcore. Something about a college kid who had a choice of dropping out or flunking all her classes because she was working three jobs and couldn't stay awake to study. Then her cousin gets her a job as a stripper and her education gets intense. "Are there really places like that, where girls dance around taking their clothes off?" "And horny guys tuck money in their G string? Yeah, there really are places like that. Most girls will do stuff with a guy they like but are too shy to give him a show. Some girls will work at a place like that because they like being looked at, knowing they're making guys horny. Mostly though, it's about the money. The more a guy tips, the friendlier the girl gets. There's the college girl, dressed up like she's still in middle school." "Middle school girls wear dog collars?" "Some of them. I'll be back in a minute." I had to rummage a bit in sort of a catch all drawer. We'd had several dogs over the years but the dark brown leather collar I returned with had been worn by my first, a beagle bitch that followed me everywhere. I paused the tape with our college cutie dressed in thigh highs, G string and the dog collar Pattie had asked about. "Most people don't know about this. They see a girl in a collar and think she's wearing it because it looks tough or wild. Some girls wear one for that reason. For others it has a different meaning. They wear it because they're somebodies pet." "Like, sit, stay, fetch? You're joking!" "Um, more like strip, lay, roll over, or anything else he wants her to do. And yes, some of those girls think it's a joke or a game. Like, they'll do what they're told, but they have a mental list of things they're willing to do even without the collar. They'll take the collar off instead of doing something that's not on their list. Others will do stuff they normally wouldn't, things that are really embarrassing or not much fun for them. A few girls really will do *anything*, but only with one special guy. The funny thing is that the special guy isn't always their boyfriend. She might not even like him. She's his sex pet, not his girlfriend." "And she lets him make her go places wearing a dog collar? So people will know she's doing stuff with a pervert?" "Wearing the collar is the first thing she does for him. Letting other people see her wearing it usually comes much later, after a lot of other stuff. This is a little different. You've been my, "do anything", girl for a long time. Wearing it in front of your best friend shouldn't be too hard." "No? No way? I can't." "Sure you can. What real difference will it make? You're going to do it anyway, whatever you would do wearing it." "Then wh? why do I have to wear it?" "You don't have to. It wouldn't have any special meaning if I, like, pinned you down and put it on you. We all know you're my sex pet. It's more fun if you do something to make it show. You don't have to be shy about it, not with *us*." I unbuckled the collar and handed it to her. "Sis? Would you hold her hair back? Off her neck?" Pattie might have, probably would have, argued with either one of us. By making it clear that the question was already decided? She caved in about half a minute, blushing as she fastened the worn, soft, leather around her slender throat. Slipping an arm around her shoulders I un-paused the tape, allowing her time to convince herself the collar really was the non-issue I'd passed it off as. The college girl left the stage to get back into her costume and work the room, asking the heavy tippers if they'd like a "private". It was my sister who asked? "What's a private?" "That depends on a whole lot of things. The two most important are how much money he has and how bad she needs some of it. She'll take him to one of the side areas. In most states the club can get in big trouble if he touches her with his hands, or has his dick out of his pants. That still leaves a lot of things they can do. Pausing the tape again I flipped the blanket back and pulled Pattie to her feet, then sat on a footstool with my legs spread. "Move forward until you straddle my thigh, you'll have to lift your nightgown. Now, crouch down with your knees spread like you're riding a horse. Rub yourself against my thigh, lightly, like you're buffin' your muffin only using my leg instead of your hand. That's it, but you're a little wobbly. Take off your nightgown and steady yourself with your hands on my shoulders. "The girl in the movie might or might not be wearing something under her skirt. I'm talking about the character she's playing, not the actress. In a real club she might do it in nothing but a G string. Some clubs would allow her to wear nothing at all. Back off for a minute." I shifted things around so I could slide forward until my ass was on the edge of the footstool, then lay back with my elbows propped on the couch. "Straddle my lap, facing me, with your muffin over my dick. They call this position cowgirl, like 'ride em cowgirl'. Lean forward a little." Even my teenage hands seemed big on either side of her chest with my thumbs lightly stroking her tiny nipples. "Guys like this position because they can play with a girls tits while she rides them. All you have is nipples but I like watching your face while you learn to do pervert stuff. Get off for a second." I pushed my jeans and underwear down around my thighs then un-paused the movie before having her climb back on facing my feet. "This is reverse cowgirl. Porn movies and skin magazines use it a lot. Most guys don't get hot looking at other guys. Anyone looking at you from the front can see you're naked and sitting on a perverts dick. They can see just enough pervert to know you're having sex with one. This way you can watch the movie, I can watch your ass, and sis can do either or both." Pattie sat there watching or at least looking at the movie, hands resting palm up against her inner thighs, what would have been her lap if she wasn't straddling a horny creep. Not resisting, but not participating either. I hadn't actually been soft since I learned she would be sleeping over, shortly after I got home from school. While the erection peeking out from under her tight, round, butt was firm enough, I'd recently discovered edging and knew this was just the beginning. "What're *those*?" "What" "On her wrists and ankles." "The cuffs and rings? It's sort of a kinky sex thing." "Duh bro. I mean why would she wear it?" "Well, some guys don't care too much about what the girl wants." "Tell me something I don't know." "Then stop interrupting. Anyway, some guys take it farther. One of my hottest memories is the time Pattie decided to put up a fight. She tell you about that?" "No, the sneak. I don't need to hear about you being creepy but a fight is interesting." "Yeah, well, don't be mad at her for not telling you. It was kind of rough. We're both lucky she didn't get seriously hurt. It would be safer if I tied her up. Then she could fight it without me getting carried away trying to control her. The metal D rings on those wrist and ankle cuffs are a way to tie her down." "I still don't get it." Pattie sat still while I reached for her shoulders and ran my hands lightly down to her wrists, pulling them behind her in the process. "She's wearing the collar because she's my pet. She took off her clothes and she'll do what I say, but it could be like, she thinks it's not worth arguing about or maybe funny enough to go along with the joke. Ok?" "Yeah, sure." "We know I could do whatever it takes to make her do stuff. She really doesn't have a choice. The thing is, if she fights me as hard as she can, it's going to make noise, no matter how hard I try to keep her quiet. It's also going to leave marks, bruising around her mouth or on her arms and legs, scratches from pulling her clothes off. People notice that kind of thing. They won't instantly think she's been with a pervert. They will start asking the kind of questions I don't want her to answer. "I can tie a knot in her nightgown and stuff it in her mouth. I think there's some clothesline in the laundry room closet. If not, I know there are some leather boot laces in the kitchen junk drawer. I can tie her hands behind her, tie her ankles to the couch legs, and whip her little muffin with my belt until I'm certain she'll do *anything* to keep *that* from happening again." "Oh my God! Would you actually do that?" I felt a brief shudder from the naked girl on my cock. No matter what I told sis, Pattie would keep her own opinion. "I don't think I'd have to hit her more than once, probably not even very hard. Doing that would be worse than wrestling with her. Instead of scratches and bruises that are mostly covered by her clothes, the kind of thing that could come from playing a little too rough, she'd have rope burns on her wrists and ankles. Those are really dark and noticeable, the kind of thing that can only come from stuff that shouldn't be happening to a little girl. Unless..." "Unless?" "Unless she was wearing something like those wide cuffs and the ropes were tied to the rings instead of to her." "Oh. Now I get it. We don't have any of those do we?" "No? But I think we might have something even better! Keep an eye on my little sex pet for a minute. You don't want her to find out the hard way what will happen if she tries to take off." Months earlier dad had slipped on the icy driveway. For a couple weeks he was wearing several elastic bandages to work. They were still under the bathroom sink. I suspected they'd look a lot hotter on Pattie. From the way she shook her head and her whispered pleas she must have shared my opinion. "Shut up and pay attention. There's different ways we can do this. If I pull your wrists behind your back and start wrapping my way up to your elbows, you won't get loose but it will get really uncomfortable really quick. If you cross your arms behind your back, wrist to elbow, I can wrap a lot looser and still be sure you won't get free until I'm ready. I'd rather do it that way if you'll let me. Bend forward and put your arms behind your back." There's no way I could have wrapped the elastic tight enough around wrists crossed at the belt line to keep her from pulling loose. Arms crossed behind her chest might not have been as comfortable as crossing them in front but I could leave things loose enough to give her quite a bit of movement with no danger of breaking free. "There! Now you're naked. You were undressed, like for changing clothes or taking a shower." "Or if you made her take her clothes off so you could do stuff to her." "That's different. If she's getting bare for me undressing is like, already part of the sex stuff." "Ok, I see that. What now?" "Stand up. Turn around slow, like you're modeling for us." "It's more about how it's different than how much it's different. Anything I can do now, I could do before, while she sat there like a lump. Only now, she can't even pretend like she's trying to stop me. She can't help thinking about me doing anything I please to the most personal, sensitive, parts of her body. Isn't that right Pattie?" She stood there blushing and finally gave sort of a half hearted shrug. "Ok, maybe she can think about something else. For a pervert it's kind of like having permission to do stuff. Anyone who saw her like this, watched her hold still while I tied her up, would understand that I'm already having sex with her. I just haven't got to the really creepy stuff yet. She's naked to anyone who knows why she's tied." Resting one hand on the small of her back I reached out a fingertip to explore the cleft of her hairless little muffin, and heard footsteps leaving my parents room overhead. I pushed her down on the couch next to sis and made sure her panties and nightgown were under the quilt my sibling pulled around the pair of them. Shutting off the VCR with it's soft porn let the normal late show play through, a low budget horror flick that gave the girls an excuse to huddle under a quilt with little more than their eyes showing. As usual, dad drank too much coffee before falling asleep. He wandered over to check out what was on the tube before heading back upstairs. Even if he'd been completely awake and alert enough to see the fear in Pattie's eyes, he would have thought it was the movie. Before he was all the way back to bed I'd flipped the quilt back and sat down next to her. "We could all have been under the blanket. I could have been jacking off while I fingered her and he wouldn't have noticed. How about it Pattie? Does that sound like fun?" "That's crazy! I could never..." "Oh, be quiet. We're a long way from finding out all the things you can do if you have to. You've heard about deep kissing? Open mouth? Some kids call it French kissing?" She said no. From her expression I'd say it was less a claim of ignorance than an expression of disbelief that I'd want her to do that. I moved far enough down the couch that I could shift her around, so I could cradle her with my left arm as my right hand guided her face. I was too inexperienced myself to tell if she might have had some practice. It didn't take long to bring her up to my level, but really, how hard is it to master the basics of sucking face? "Now, tell us you want me to play with your muffin." "But I don't want..." "Neither one of us is very interested in what you want right now. I told you what to say. If you want to drag things out, make it last longer, we can do that too." "I? Iwantyoutoplaywithmymuffin." "That's nice, but slow it down. You're not really that eager. Sis? Would you bring me the Vaseline?" "Get it yourself, pervo." "Don't be that way. I could do this with spit but it will be a lot easier for Pattie if I have real lube. How about it girl? Do you want the grease?" "Please..." "Oh, all right. Just remember what I said. I'll keep your secrets, but if my best friend doesn't get to hide behind me any more, you don't either." "While she's getting the grease, I want you to spread your legs. Put one foot flat on the floor and the other ankle up on the back of the couch." I started casually buffin her muffin, mostly to put her in a "hands on" frame of mind while I explained the new rules. It was also fun to watch her blush when sis returned with the grease. "Just about any preteen girl will tell you her older brother is a creep. What she meant, about hiding behind her, is that she's not going to let me pretend that I'm just the normal sort of creep. Not anymore, right sis?" "It's not like it's going to make a real difference. I'm not going to run down the street telling the whole world I live with a sicko sex pervert. Pattie already knows." "Only now I'm a sex creep who sometimes isn't horny instead of an average creep who sometimes pushes things in that direction. Ok. It is what it is. Saying so doesn't make it more true and pretending it isn't won't make it go away. Like Pattie being a horny perverts sex slave." "But I'm NOT!" "Really? What are you then, a normal girl who sometimes isn't watching close enough and gets pulled into a situation she has to drop her pants to get out of? I guess it started out something like that. That was then. Now? You don't intentionally go looking for it. It's not like you put on a skirt and take off your panties before you play on the swings. But... when sis invited you to sleep over you knew I had something, 'special', planned. I've had your pants off so many times it isn't that special anymore. No matter what promises sis made, there's no way she could stop me from doing whatever I wanted to you. Don't even think about trying to lie to us. If you knew this afternoon I would be doing this right now, would you still be here?" She didn't answer, not in words. It was hard to believe her blush could get any deeper. I cupped her chin with my free hand forcing her to face me. "Open your eyes." I used the flats of a couple fingers to push a blob of grease down her slit, past her taint, and into her little pink pucker. Leaning down, I covered her mouth with my own as I pulled back until the tip of my middle finger rested on the opening of her vagina. Sis gave me a look that really should have made my balls fall off, then leaned in to grab her friends knees. I'm still not sure how I managed to sell her on that part of the deal, holding Pattie's legs while I forced my finger in. I got as far as the second knuckle. Her hymen didn't actually tear, there wasn't any blood when I pulled out. It wasn't an easy stretch. The way Pattie struggled while screaming into my mouth told me all I needed to know about what she thought of the event. When her struggles and cries had subsided to wracking sobs I slipped my finger half way out before sinking it into her again. Over and over until she lay there limp as a dish rag waiting for it to end. I turned her head so I could whisper in her ear, ready to clamp a hand over her mouth if she tried to scream. "It's only a finger and I'm not much of a man yet but you're not a virgin anymore. You've had a man in your pussy, just like the big girls. I'm going to take it out now, and untie you so you can use your hands. You're going to roll over and suck my cock, as much as will fit in your mouth and play with the rest, while I finger fuck your ass." If you think she was thrilled with that suggestion, you've got a better imagination than I do. She did as she was told but didn't show anything like enthusiasm until I told her where my cock was going if she didn't get me off before I got bored. It was a sacrifice, but I pulled my finger out when I was ready to cum so I could lean back and watch the tears stream down her cheeks as she jacked me with both hands. Pattie was sucking so hard on the head of my dick she swallowed half my load before she knew I was cumming. She had always tried to get me to roll off as I came so she wouldn't get smeared with "that stuff". Now she was too shocked to be sick when the spit and spunk dribbled off her chin onto my crotch. The flash of the camera as I captured one of life's "Polaroid moments", didn't help much. By the time the shock wore off I'd posed her for several more shots. The camera was on loan from the library but the film was expensive enough I wasn't going to waste it on anything less than hardcore porn. Eventually I allowed her to clean up and get some sleep. The photos turned out to be worth their weight in gold the very next weekend. The girls were thrilled when I told them I was going to a movie matin?e and offered to pay their way if they wanted to go too. It wasn't very expensive. A ticket and snacks for sis left me and Pattie free to entertain each other for a couple hours. At first Pattie was, "yeah?, so?", when I showed her the pics. She didn't get with the program until I started suggesting who else might enjoy seeing them. I won't tell you where I took her. It wasn't as private as it should have been, though we never actually got caught. She was there with me at least once a week for the next three years. It's where she discovered that sometimes even begging to blow me wasn't enough to keep my cock out of her ass. It's where she lay naked on an old, torn, quilt and spread for her first cock, after I'd spent days fingering her in every position imaginable any time I could get her alone for a minute. I think she was a little relieved to finally submit to something like a, "normal", rape. We never became lovers or fuck buddies. She didn't start having orgasms while I used her. She remained friends with my sister and sis often covered for Pattie while I was getting my kicks. Eventually, she learned how to move, what to say, how to act, so she could get me off with a minimum of drama. Maybe it's my imagination but I can't help thinking she got some small satisfaction from that. Under the circumstances, doing a workmanlike job of letting me perv on her was probably as good as it was going to get. When she turned thirteen and her parents decided she could date, on a very limited, strictly supervised basis, I gave her a birthday gift of my own, setting her free to choose who she would be with from that day forward. That wasn't quite the end of it, but that's another story.