3 The Van rough and ready - Sex Stories

3 The Van rough and ready

... does the van need my brother to be stronger?” Mindy asked Sarah. Demanded, really. “The van turns us into sluts.” Sarah told the girl, who was not much younger then herself. “It makes us horny, and takes away our willpower. Surely you've noticed?” “I've noticed.” Mindy said dryly. “Well, just like the van needs a driver, submissive little sluts like us need to be driven, too. Brian won't be able to order us around properly unless he mans up a lot. The van is helping him do it.” “With anger?” Mindy asked, her eyebrows arching. Sarah shrugged. “That was Brad's. I hope Brian can turn it into something else. Something... kinder. A good Master doesn't have to be cruel, even though it's well within his rights to be.” “Brian is a good man.” said his sister confidently. “I know it in my heart.” “I believe you.” Sarah said. “Everything he has said to me so far has been kind. He wanted to see me in these clothes... and I didn't even wear clothes this nice before I met Brad.” she smiled. “I was a slut even before, when I think about it. I was a virgin, sure, but I'd already given two blowjobs to boys in my class when they asked me out.” “That doesn't make you a slut.” Mindy said, dubiously. “No, the blowjobs didn't, but the way I felt during the blowjobs? Yeah, I was already a slut, trust me.” Sarah laughed. “I'm one, too.” said Rebecca softly, her voice still rough and scratchy. She was going to have to wear scarves and turtle neck sweaters for a while. Her neck was already ...

... beginning to bruise badly. “I'm a slut too.” She burst into tears at the thought of it. “Daddy is going to be soo mad at me!” she said. “That's the worst part of it. If it wasn't for that... I could really like the good feelings. I want them all the time, even though...” “I know what you mean.” Sarah said, sympathetically. “I hate being a slave to my pussy, but... actually, I don't hate it!” All three girls shared a laugh over that, and the tension in the room was suddenly gone. Brian came back in the room, several inches taller and about twenty pounds heavier. His loose T-shirt had turned into an almost too tight muscle shirt, and his boxers threatened to tear and spill his cock out into plain sight. “Brian?” Mindy gaped, not believing her eyes. “Don't ask any questions!” Sarah hissed urgently. “It'll only make him mad!” “I've come to an understanding with the van, Sarah.” Brian told her. “I don't need to be angry anymore, and you don't need to follow any of the rules that Brad taught you. You need to learn my rules now.” “What are your rules?” she asked meekly, almost afraid to know. “I haven't needed any yet, so I don't have any yet.” Brian told them. 'Look, Brad was a complete asshole, I get that, but I'm not him, nor do I need to be him. I just need to be as strong willed as him, and I have it inside me already. I just needed to see it for myself, and the only way for that to happen was anger.” “I'm sorry I hurt you, Rebecca. I promise I'll never do anything like that to you ...