"Girl's stop it, you could seriously hurt her!"
The girls looked at you like you had gone crazy.
"Rules are rule," Wendy said.
"Yeah," Brittney added.
Crystal pursed her lips and said, "Well there is one way you could save your sister..."
"What is it?"
Crystal smiled slyly, "You could take her place."
Your heart thudded in your chest. It would be pretty exciting to be under Crystal's young teenage ass but passing out... that scared you. Wendy nodded her head excitedly her brown hair bobbing, "Better decide quick though, your sister looks like she's going fast."
You couldn't stand to see your sister in pain. Sure she was annoying but she was your sister.
"OK, I'll take her place, let her breathe!"
Crystal moved off of Tiffany and Tiffany gulped in huge deep breaths. Her face was red and you could see tears in her eyes from the panic she was under. You helped untie her and she thanked you over and over. "Thank you so much Tom, oh God it was so scary, thank you Tom, thank you so much." You pat your sister on the shoulder and say, "There, there its all right I'm here for you."
Crystal laughed, "Aww how cute, all right Tommy boy, its your turn to pass out."
You felt a shiver of fear go through your body. You really didn't want to pass out, but rules were rules. Nodding your head you put your heads to your side and let the girl's start tying you up.
Brittney looked at Crystal and said, "Well do you want to smother him now or do you want to do something else to him first."
Crystal finished tying you before answering. She used even more rope than they had used on Tiffany. You definitely weren't going anywhere, that's for sure! Finally when she felt you were tied up nice and tight she responded.
"Well you make a good point, we can do anything to our slave here. Hmm we could even make him be a level three toilet!"
"What is a level three toilet?"
Tiffany wiped away her tears, "It means they can use you as a toilet, pee and poop."
You felt sick, "What the hell, no way."
Wendy walked over to where you were laying on the ground and smacked you in the face. "You're a slave you don't get an opinion."
What kind of nightmare had you walked into?!
Crystal continued, "Or we could make him kiss all our feet! I've only had one boy kiss my feet before and it was pretty nice." The girls giggled at that idea too. It of course was Crystal's decision since she had made the dare that your sister had refused and you had bravely (and stupidly) offered to take her place. What would she choose?
Pass out?
Toilet?
Feet?
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