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The Nerd Conquest Pt. 04

Author's Note: This story is based on a story I wrote in 2014. Portions of Part 01 and most of Part 02 and Part 04 are rewritten from the previous story. Part 03 and Part 05 do not contain any rewritten material.

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**The Computer Hack**

Mark was almost surprised how happy the couple seemed. As he sat at his lunch table, Mark watched the guy and girl laughing and holding hands across their table. Other than watching them at lunch every day, Mark didn't know the pair. Just the previous Friday, the couple could hardly look at each other. Now they acted as if they were the only people in the lunchroom.

"Maybe I'm too much of a cynic," Mark thought to himself. Maybe the other guy Mark saw the girl with was just a friend, a study partner perhaps. Either way, Mark was glad the two worked things out.

Forgoing his contact lenses, Mark spent the last day and a half wearing glasses and a baseball cap. After everything that happened to him on Monday night, he longed for the anonymity. Besides, Mark worried about the mystery girls from the movie theater. They could be in the dining room with him that very minute. The movie theater girls could be sitting at the next table sharing the tale of how they teased Mark unceasingly and how they left him bound and exposed.

The hat and glasses didn't provide much of a disguise, something Mark was well aware of, but they didn't hurt either. Mark made it through the entire day Tuesday without anyone asking him to strip naked or jerk himself off in public. By current standards, that had to be at least a minor victory. Mark's privacy was to be short-lived, though. In just over six hours, he was to report to the sixth floor study room and prepare for his evening with Monica.

Mark's time with Monica was the second of three evenings he had to spend basically doing whatever his hosts told him to. Lucy, Mark's ex-girlfriend, called it a 'night of service.' It was all part of the arrangement Lucy and Mark made with each other after Janice, Lucy's roommate, caught Mark spying on Lucy in the shower. Mark spent Monday evening entertaining Emily, and he would finish his week on Friday with Alison. For now, Mark had to prepare himself for Monica, his former high-school classmate.

Ironically, most guys would have killed for an evening with Monica. She was tall with a curvy yet toned body. Monica's jet black hair and big blue eyes were the perfect complement to her soft tanned skin. Her face was perfectly proportioned with strong features and nary a blemish. Monica was so much more than beautiful, though. She was smart, driven, and carried herself with unmatched confidence. Only the boldest of men would dare approach Monica.

In a way, Monica reminded Mark of Lucy's roommate, Janice. Both girls were beautiful, smart, and well-connected. They both had a way of getting other people to do their bidding, and they both were staring down bright and exciting futures.

Mark couldn't worry about Janice, however. For the time being, he had to concern himself with Monica. At this moment, all of Monica's charm, intellect, and focus were fixated on Mark. Mark knew Monica would give him an evening he would never forget. She was the irresistible force that Mark would have to reckon with.

As nervous as Mark was about his reunion with Monica, he was just as concerned about his own step-sister learning about his subservience. Monica's sister, Tina, was best friends with Mark's step-sister, Alicia. Monica did promise Mark that she would never tell the two younger girls about Mark's arrangement. Still, Mark wasn't sure he could trust Monica.

Hoping for a few extra minutes to review his notes, Mark opted to head out of the cafeteria a little earlier than usual. Mark knew he wouldn't have any time to study after dinner so he needed to take advantage of all available free time. Just as he was about to get out of there, however, he saw Brooke making her way to his table.

"Seen any good movies lately?" Brooke joked throwing her backpack on Mark's table and helping herself to a seat.

"Oh, hi," Mark said to Brooke still gathering his things. He wasn't going to respond to her crack about the movies. "Sorry, but I was just leaving. I have to get to class." Mark started to get up from the table.

"Oh well," Brooke said. "You're going to want to sit down for a minute and hear me out. This is important."

"Important?" Mark stood behind his chair waiting for Brooke's response.

"Please," Brooke said motioning for Mark to sit back down. "I really am trying to help you."

Mark looked around as he considered Brooke's request. He still wasn't sure what the young blonde wanted from him, and why she was even mixed up in his arrangement with Lucy and Janice. "I only have a minute," Mark said as he reclaimed his seat.

"Thanks for gracing me with your presence," Brooke responded waiving her hands in the air sarcastically.

"I'm sorry," Mark relented. "It's just that I have to get going. You know what I'm dealing with this week, right? Well, I still have class work too."

"I do know what you're dealing with," Brooke answered sternly. "I also know you played a pretty big part in digging that hole."

"I'm sorry," Mark relented. "Really. Please, tell me what you needed."

Brooke paused momentarily before continuing with her planned debrief. "There's something you need to know," Brook said.

"Something else?" Mark queried.

"Yeah," Brooke answered. "It's a pretty big deal too."

Mark settled in curiously.

Brooke continued. "Remember the other day when I told you Janice would get tired of you, that she would move on to someone else?"

"I do," Mark said. "That's good. Right?"

"I guess so," Brooke returned. "It's good in a way. At the same time, do you really trust her with all those videos?"

"I don't know," Mark answered. "It's not like I have much choice."

"What if you did have a choice? Would you take it?"

"Sure. I guess so."

Brooke looked around the table to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. She leaned across toward Mark and continued with her story. "This all started with my father," Brooke said.

"Your father? What does your dad have to do with this?"

"I'm trying to tell you," Brooke continued. She went on to tell Mark about how she first met Janice. Brooke reminded Mark that Janice used to belong to a sorority but was kicked out. It all started a few years back when Brooke's father, a former professor, visited the sorority house to help some of the girls with a homework assignment.

A group of the sorority girls, inclusive of Janice, had a bet as to whether one of the younger girls could get the professor naked. The girl whose challenge it was to strip the professor succeeded without much difficulty, and her exploits, of course, were all caught on video.

At first, Janice used the video to get better grades for her and for the rest of her sorority sisters. Once they finished the professor's class, however, Janice continued using the video against Brooke's father. Janice didn't ask for large sums of money or anything. She just used the professor for her own amusement having him perform stunts such as wearing a thong to class and taking more incriminating photos of himself.

Eventually, Brooke's father transferred to another school, and Janice moved on to harass other boys. Janice was then later kicked out of the sorority for humiliating the sorority president's boyfriend.

Mark was shocked by what Brooke was telling him. "So your father had to quit his job?"

"He did," Brooke said. "Then when Janice found out I was going to school here, she sought me out."

"You? Why did she come after you?"

"She wanted me to help her find another guy," Brooke said. "Janice told me she was going to contact my father again unless she could find someone else to 'teach a lesson to.'"

"Teach a lesson?" Mark asked. "What does that even mean?"

"I don't know exactly," Brooke answered. "I just know that she has a serious problem with men."

"But, I don't understand," Mark returned. "I never even met you before Janice caught me...you know."

"It wasn't supposed to be you," Brooke said. "The plan was to drill the hole in the wall and spread the word around one of the fraternities. When they showed up, Janice was going to record them spying on the shower."

"How did she end up catching me, then?"

"Well, you beat the frat boys to it," Brooke responded. "I never even had to tell anyone. You found the hole on your own."

Mark was flabbergasted. Somehow, he got caught up in Brooke's sting operation. "So what do we do?" he asked.

"That's why I'm here," Brooke said. "We need to get on Janice's computer and erase all of her pictures and video. We need to get the videos of you, of my father, and of anyone else she's blackmailing."

"But how?" Mark asked. "She used her phone to take the video."

"You're the computer guy," Brooke reminded Mark. "Janice is at class now. I have the key to her room and her computer password. I was hoping you could help me."

"But if the files are on her phone..."

"There on her computer," Brooke interrupted. "I was in her room the other day when she was organizing them. Trust me. They're all on her laptop."

"Wow," Mark replied. "So how did you get her key, her password?"

"I borrowed the key from the resident advisors room and made a copy. I learned Janice's password by looking over her shoulder as she typed. It took a few times, but I got it. Janice uses some sort of web storage for her computer and her phone. The way she explained it, every time she takes a picture or video on her phone it automatically loads to her computer."

"When do we do this?" Mark asked. "When would we get access to her computer without her noticing?"

"Right now," Brooke insisted. "We have to go now. Janice is in class, and her computer's in her room. I checked before coming over here."

Mark didn't want to miss his next class. At the same time, he couldn't turn down a chance to get those videos. Maybe he wouldn't even have to go through with his evening with Monica. "Okay. Let's do it."

Brooke smiled widely at Mark before grabbing her bag and leading him out of the dining room. The two ran full speed back to the dorm in hopes of finding the evidence Janice was using against Mark.

As the two shuffled through the lobby, Brooke nodded at another girl sitting by the front door. "She's our lookout," Brook said as she continued to move Mark toward the elevators.

Since the elevators were once again out of order, Mark and Brooke had to walk up the six flights of stairs. All the way, Mark thought through their plan in his head. He wanted to make sure he didn't leave any evidence on Janice's computer or anywhere else. This could end up being the most important computer assignment of his life.

Mark's heart raced as Brooke unlocked the door to Janice and Lucy's room. Mark felt guilty breaking into his ex-girlfriend's living area; at the same time, he wasn't going to forgo such an opportunity. Lucy would do the same thing if she was in his position.

As promised, Brooke had Janice's computer password and was able to log right in. "Here you go," Brooke said motioning for Mark to sit down in front of the device. "We don't have a lot of time."

Mark started pouring through Janice's files. It didn't take him long to realize that she was using cloud storage for both her computer and her phone. They would be able to access the storage, but they would need another password to do so.

Mark tried using the same password as Janice used for her computer, but it didn't work. He tried a couple more variations of the same password but didn't want to risk locking the drive and notifying Janice.

"What do we do then?" Brooke asked as Mark pushed back from the laptop computer. "How do we get the files?"

"We can't," Mark insisted. "Not now at least."

Brooke threw her backpack across the room and sat down on Lucy's bed. "I can't believe this," she added. "This is such bullshit."

Mark continued to plug away on Janice's laptop. He looked for some sort of password file or application but couldn't find anything. It made sense that Janice had everything password protected. Not only did she need those files as leverage over her blackmail victims; they could also incriminate Janice herself. Blackmail is a serious crime.

"I have an idea," Mark said. "I know what to do."

Brooke ran to Janice's desk and hovered over Mark. "What is it?"

Mark explained that he would download a keystroke program onto Janice's computer. It would keep a log of every key she pressed. Whenever she typed in her password, the program would save it. They would have a record of pretty much everything Janice did on her computer.

"Perfect," Brooke said giving Mark a friendly kiss on the cheek and a big hug.

"It'll take some time," Mark explained. "We would need to wait until she uses the computer and logs into her cloud drive."

In addition to the keystroke program, Mark set up a remote access application. Assuming the computer was on, Mark would be able to log into it from anywhere.

Just as Mark was closing down Janice's laptop, Brooke's phone buzzed.

"We gotta go," Brooke said looking at her text message. "Janice is on her way up here."

Mark left Brooke on the sixth floor and headed down the back stairwell. He figured it wasn't a good idea for anyone to see him hanging around with Brooke, at least not until he had the incriminating files.

As Mark rushed down the familiar stairwell, it hit him. He would still have to spend his evening doing the bidding of Monica, his former high school classmate. Since Mark didn't have the incriminating files yet, he couldn't risk tipping Janice off. If Janice found out he was snooping around her computer, she would almost certainly use the videos against him. If that happened, Mark would be fucked.

**An Evening with Monica**

Mark had an early dinner and left the cafeteria about 6:15 that evening; he didn't want to risk walking back to the dorm with Lucy, Brooke, and Janice. This was going to be a long enough night on its own without having to deal with their inconsiderable jokes and one-liners. Mark also wanted a few minutes to collect himself before heading to Monica's dorm room.

Mark was more nervous about his time with Monica than he was with Emily two nights prior. As humiliating as Emily's demands were, she didn't know Mark and would likely never see him again. Since Monica's younger sister, Tina, was so close to Mark's own step-sister, Mark had a connection to Monica. More so, if Tina ever found out about what Mark was doing life as he knew it would be over.

The sixth-floor study room lights were off when Mark opened the door. Mark paused before flipping the switch. Even though Mark was early, Monica had everything set up for him.

Mark scanned the room and saw a neatly wrapped box on one of the tables. His stomach dropped and his head spun as he inspected the package. The fact that Monica giftwrapped Mark's box showed how committed she was to making Mark's evening as indelibly humiliating as possible. This was in sharp contrast to Monday night when Brooke showed up at the last minute with Mark's skirt and crop top.

Mark knew the gift was for him as it was wrapped perfectly with blue foil and a massive yellow bow. Mark and Monica's high school colors were royal blue and gold. This was Monica's way of reminding Mark that they go way back and that she has ties to his hometown.

As if the gift might somehow deliver a violent electric shock, Mark stepped toward the box and carefully nudged it. Upon completing his initial inspection, Mark snatched the ribbon and paper from the box with a quick tear. He set the white cardboard container down and slowly opened it. The contents were both meaningful and curious.

In the box, Mark found a bluebird mask, a blue thong, a set of blue costume wings, and a pair of yellow and blue tennis shoes. In addition to wrapping Mark's costume in their school colors, Monica was having Mark dress up as a twisted version of their school mascot.

Mark inspected the bird mask. It was more like a ski mask with bird eyes and a beak than a professional mascot head. Mark tried the mask on. It fit snugly, and was very uncomfortable yet did not obscure his vision or limit his ability to breathe. Mark did like the idea of having his face covered up especially if he was expected to wear the rest of Monica's costume.

Mark pulled the mask up his forehead so he could inspect the costume wings. He had no idea how to even put them on until he saw a diagram clipped to one of the straps.

The wings were basically triangle shaped pouches covered in fake feathers. To try one on, Mark had to crook his arm sliding his elbow in first. There was a grip at the edge of the material where Mark's hand would press firmly against his shoulder and upper chest.

"Well wadda we have here," Lucy said as she stepped into the study room with Janice and Brooke. "Oh, my god. Monica really outdid herself on this one. Didn't she?"

"This is ridiculous," Mark insisted. "I can't wear this."

"Oh, but you will wear it," Janice chimed in jovially. "This is going to be fucking awesome."

Brooke approached Mark with a word of encouragement. "You can do this, Mark," she promised. Realizing the other girls were focused on Mark's costume, Brooke rubbed Mark's arm shooting him a wink and a nod.

"Well, you better get ready, birdy boy," Janice said sitting down to observe Mark's quick change.

Lucy and Brooke sat in the chairs surrounding Janice. Once again, Mark found himself disrobing for an audience. Also, once again, Janice took the opportunity to record his wardrobe change on her phone.

Perhaps preoccupied with the strange outfit and worried about his evening with Monica, Mark didn't pay much mind to the three girls. At this point, it was as if they were the audience in a dark auditorium, and he was an on-stage actor going through his lines.

Once completely naked, Mark slid into the blue thong. As far as he could tell, Monica picked out the smallest thong available. The pouch didn't completely cover his dick, and the waistband felt like it would snap at any second.

Mark put the shoes and bluebird mask on next. He was thankful to have his face covered even though his audience knew exactly who he was. Mark then folded his arms in one at a time and slid them into the wing pouches. His limbs were now restricted to a flapping motion which was entirely appropriate for this specific bird costume and torture apparatus.

"You better move, birdy boy," Janice said. "You've only got five minutes. You don't wanna keep Monica waiting. Do you?"

"Just fly straight like the crow flies," contributed Lucy with a smile. She opened the door for Mark with an arm extended toward the foyer.

Mark walked through the foyer and into his least favorite hallway. A couple girls laughed hysterically as they saw his sexy bluebird costume. Not wanting to linger, Mark rushed past the girls and down the hall to Monica's room. He didn't even have to knock.

"There you are," Monica said opening the door for Mark. "That looks so fantastic on you. I was worried it wouldn't fit."

Monica was wearing a knitted knee-length purple dress with a black belt and black heels. She was dressed more for a night on the town than for a few hours in her dorm room. Considering his own outfit, Mark wanted nothing to do with a night out.

Mark quickly stepped into Monica's room, and, thankfully, she closed the door behind him. Monica motioned for him to sit down on her bed. "Just hang there a minute, Mark. We'll get started soon enough."

"Started?" Mark asked. "What are we...?"

Before Mark could finish the question, Monica left the room.

Mark sat alone for almost 30 minutes. While he was grateful for the quiet, he desperately wanted to know what Monica had in store for him and where it was she went to. For all the waiting he had to do over the past week, Mark was no better at it. Not knowing what to expect was almost more than he could bear.
Eventually, Mark heard Monica outside the door, and she was talking to a familiar voice. "Oh shit," Mark thought to himself. Monica was out there with Tina. Monica actually invited her sister. Mark felt like he was going to throw up. What if Tina recognized him? What if Tina told Mark's step-sister what he was doing?

For a moment, Mark looked at the window and considered whether escaping would even be a realistic option. From the sixth floor, however, Mark would be a bluebird diving to his death.

Monica opened the door and stepped back in the room. Sure enough, Tina walked in right behind her older sister. Mark's nightmare was coming true. When Mark scheduled his evening with Monica, he specifically asked Monica not to tell Tina about his situation. Monica even promised that she wouldn't say anything to her younger sibling.

Just as Mark was about to hyperventilate, Monica grabbed him by the bird mask and whispered in his ear. "My sister doesn't know who you are. Don't say anything, and you'll make it through the night without her figuring it out."

Now it all made sense to Mark. Monica invited her younger sister to some kind of sex party with the school mascot, and Mark was going to play the mascot. Even with his mask, would Tina really fail to recognize him? Growing up, Tina spent as much time at Mark's house as she did her own. Was a simple bird mask enough to protect his identity?

"Holy shit," Tina said looking up and down Mark's body. "Your college is so much better than mine. Is this for real?"

"Sure is," Monica said. "Just remember, this is my game. I make the rules, Okay?"

"No problem," Tina responded positively. "Your fucking game. Your fucking rules."

Fortunately, Tina didn't immediately recognize her best friend's brother. Mark knew he had to play it cool. He couldn't risk Tina figuring out who he was. It was bad enough being exposed like this. She couldn't find out who was behind his mask.

"So when do we get started?" Tina asked as she sat down on the bed next to Mark. Tina was wearing skin-tight blue jeans and a light blue tank top; her black bra straps were barely visible under her shirt. Tina's dark straight black hair accentuated her emo-style makeup.

"As soon as Alicia gets here," Monica promised.

Mark turned his head toward Monica glaring intently at his host. Did she really just say Mark's sister, Alicia, was invited? Monica made eye contact with Mark through his eyeholes. She nodded her head encouragingly almost promising Mark that everything would be okay.

Despite Monica's encouragement, Mark was panicked. Certainly Alicia would recognize him even if he was wearing a mask.

Monica sat in a chair by her computer desk and started a casual conversation with Tina. They talked about school, about some boy Tina was dating, and about their plans for Christmas break. The girls were acting as if it was no big deal having a half-naked birdman in the room.

Tina's phone buzzed with a text message. "Alicia's here," Tina proclaimed in reference to Mark's step-sister.

"I'll run down and get her," Monica promised. "Keep an eye on our birdy boy, here. We don't want him flying away. Do we?"

"Oh, I'll take care of him," Tina promised wrapping her arm around Mark's shoulders; she leaned her head against his mask and rested a hand on his leg. "Don't be too long," Tina insisted as her sister stepped out of the room.

Mark tried to slide away from Tina's advance, but she held tight to his shoulders.

"Are you a friend of my sister's," Tina asked Mark.

Mark nodded yes. He didn't consider himself Monica's friend but also didn't want to prolong the discussion.

"You don't talk much," Tina said as she cuddled closer to Mark. "Do you?"

Mark shook his head.

Tina scraped her black fingernails up Mark's leg from his knee to his upper thigh. "You're not allowed to talk?" Tina asked.

Again, Mark shook his head.

"That's okay," Tina said. "I'm sure you'll have plenty to talk about tomorrow."

As much as Mark hated being alone with Tina, he realized it could and would get worse. Mark's own step-sister, now a freshman at another college, was going to join them. What would Alicia say if she realized he was the evening's entertainment?

Mark heard Monica and Alicia talking about Alicia's drive over as the girls approached the dorm room. Alicia even joked about how her brother went to this school and how she really didn't want to run into him. Mark was seconds away from a potentially life altering moment.

"Oh my sweet Jesus," Mark's little sister said when she saw the sexy birdman. "Monica, you're my hero. You said you had a surprise, but oh my."

Alicia was a skinny girl with dirty blonde hair and a flat chest. She was wearing black tights with a long brown sweater and a gold belt. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail.

Alicia immediately pulled out her phone as if she was going to take a picture.

"Sorry, Alicia," Monica said as she grabbed Alicia's phone. "I promised our little bird here there would be no pictures. He's ours for the evening, but no pictures."

"Too bad," Alicia said. "What's the plan, then?"

"You two hold on right there," Monica said. "I have to run out for a minute. Be right back."

Monica left Mark alone with his step-sister and Tina. Mark watched as his own step-sister sat at Monica's desk roving her eyes up and down his body. Tina's eyes stopped conspicuously at the bulge in Mark's tiny blue thong. He couldn't believe it; his own step-sister was eying his cock.

The awkward silence grew even more uncomfortable for Mark when he felt his dick start expanding in his thong. How could his sister checking him out and Tina wrapping her arms around him give him an erection? Mark hated Tina; she was his mortal enemy. Alicia was...she was his fucking step-sister.

"Thata boy," Tina said with a smile in reference to Mark's bulging thong. "You like my friend here. Don't you."

His erection was only the beginning of Mark's problem. The tiny thong Monica provided him would in no way contain his growing penis. In a matter of seconds, Mark's step-sister and her best friend were about to see a hell of a lot more than an embarrassing bulge. With the fake wings constricting Mark's arm movement, there was nothing he could do to cover himself.

"So what's your name?" Alicia asked moving over to the bed next to Mark; Alicia and Tina bookended the nervous thong-adorned birdman.

"He can't talk," Tina said.

"We'll see about that," Alicia responded; she reached over and started tickling Mark.

Mark jumped up from the bed trying to avoid a laugh that would certainly give away his identity. The two girls always joked about how they hated his laugh; they would absolutely recognize it now. Quietly, he took a seat at Monica's desk.

Alicia was just about to give chase when Monica burst through the door carrying a plastic storage box.

"Are you two already causing trouble?" Monica asked in reference to Mark's change of position.

"Sorry," Alicia responded with a giggle. "In my defense, I do love birds."

"She's got great school spirit," Tina added. "Go Blue Jays."

"That's OK," Monica answered. "Are you two ready for the game?"

"Hell yeah," Tina answered.

Monica set up two seats and instructed Tina and Alicia to sit down.

Once the girls were seated, Monica walked over to Mark and leaned into his ear. "If you disobey even a single order, I'm ripping that mask off your head. Do you understand?"

Mark nodded.

"Take off your wings and shoes," Monica commanded.

Mark fought to remove the wings then leaned over to untie the bright tennis shoes. He was happy to lose the wings. Taking advantage of his freed limbs, Mark immediately rested his hands over his banana hammock.

"Now slide the bed out from the wall," Monica commanded.

Alicia and Tina watched as Mark moved Monica's bed. Mark, trying to move the furniture around wearing only the tiny blue thong and a bird mask, was surely a spectacle unlike anything the girls had seen before.

Monica pulled a plastic sheet from her box of toys and instructed Mark to remove the pillows and blankets from the bed then replace them with the protective covering. "This could get a little messy," she joked.

Without protest, Mark threw the pillows on the floor and ripped the sheets from Monica's bed. He then, as instructed, spread the plastic sheet over the mattress.

"Very good, my little bird," Monica said. "Now lie down on the bed."

Mark did as he was told.

"Lift your arms." Monica ordered.

Mark lifted his arms over his head in the direction of each bedpost. He had a feeling about what was next.

"Alicia, why don't you do the honors?" Monica said as she pulled some rope from her box. "Go ahead and tie his hands to the bedposts."

Mark lay still while his step-sister secured his hands to the bed. This was the second time this week someone restrained Mark's hands. At this point, however, Mark would take the movie theater over being tied up in front of his step-sibling and her evil friend.

Despite his mask, Mark felt completely exposed; his cock bulged out the side of his minimal thong. The fact that this was happening in front of his step-sister only made things worse. Mark tried to think of schoolwork, baseball, or anything that might alleviate his hard-on. It was no use.

As Alicia tied her brother's hands to the bedposts, she looked through Mark's mask and into his eyes. For a second, it was if she recognized him but convinced herself it was a mistake. Alicia knew Mark went to this school. Wouldn't she eventually connect the dots and realize it was her brother tied to the bedposts?

Mark smelled Alicia's perfume as she tied his hands to the bed. It was a familiar smell as Alicia had been wearing the same perfume since junior high.

"Great," Monica said as soon as Mark's hands were secured. "That thong looks mighty uncomfortable on him. Doesn't it, girls?"

"Yeah," Alicia said. "I think so."

"Then why don't you do the honors?" Monica said. She was talking to Alicia but looking Mark directly in the eyes.

"Sure," Alicia responded nervously. "I...I guess I could."

"Well, then," Monica replied. "Go for it."

Mark shook his head back and forth begging the girls to leave the tiny thong on. Even if they didn't know who he was, Mark couldn't imaging lying there naked in front of Alicia and Tina. His protests, of course, were without result.

Mark watched as his step-sister leaned over his body and grabbed his thong. Rather than pulling the garment from his hip-bones, Alicia grabbed the straps just above the pouch. As she pulled the material downward, Mark's dick shot out at her like a jack in the box. Alicia paused and giggled at her step-brother's protruding unit. Mark turned his head in shame.

"Go ahead," Monica encouraged. "Just pull them down."

Alicia yanked Mark's thong free of his erect penis and slid it down his legs.

"Now tie his legs," Monica instructed.

Alicia's hands felt familiar and inappropriate as she tied his legs to the bottom of the bead. With his eyes closed, Mark could envision what his step-sister was seeing, his naked body spread eagle in front of her. Mark felt his eyes start tearing up; his skin felt like it was going to burn right off his body.

As soon as Mark's step-sister finished tying his feet to the bedposts, Monica had Alicia return to her seat.

Monica stood between Mark and the two girls as she explained her game. "You both agreed to play a game with me, and I expect you to abide by my rules."

Tina and Alicia nodded in agreement.

"You're both joining me at the beach house over spring break," Monica continued. "One of you will be my guest, and the other will spend the week cooking, cleaning, and doing whatever else we want you to do. Do you agree?"

"Yes," Tina and Alicia said almost in unison.

Monica pulled three glass jars from the plastic storage box and set them on her desk. The glass jars had tiny strips of brightly colored paper in it. One jar had pink paper, another blue, and the third green.

"This game will go three rounds," Monica continued. "Best two out of three wins. Okay?"

"Okay," Tina responded. Alicia nodded her head nervously.

"Each jar represents a different round in our game," Monica said as she picked up the jar containing the pink strips. "For each round, you will take turns drawing, and you will be expected to do whatever is on the paper. Okay?"

"Okay."

"During the first two rounds, your objective will be to perform your task without our bluebird friend here blowing his load. If you finish your dare and the bird doesn't cum, it's the other girl's turn. Whoever makes him cum loses the round. If the game is tied after two rounds, we'll have a special tie breaker round with different rules. Okay?"

"That's fucking awesome," Tina said. "Sorry, Licia. I've got this shit in the bag."

"Like hell you do," Alicia retorted with lesser confidence.

"So let the games begin," Monica declared with a smile. "Who wants to draw first?"

"I'll go," Tina insisted jamming her hand into the glass jar and choosing a pink slip of paper. Tina smiled brightly as she read the barely legible scribbling. "No problem at all. I can do this."

"What's it say?" Alicia asked curiously.

"It says I have to kiss his neck for sixty seconds."

"Really?" Alicia asked incredulously. "That's all she has to do?"

"Be patient," Monica said to Mark's skinny blonde step-sister. "It's a long night, and the tasks'll get better as we go."

"Here we go," Tina said as she approached the bed and leaned into Mark's neck.

Mark felt Tina's black hair drape against his naked chest and forearm as her lips made contact with the side of his neck. Tina started with several quick pecks as if she were kissing a relative or friend. After a few seconds, however, Tina put her left hand on Mark's chest and let her tongue contact his neck. Tina slid her right hand under Mark's mask and began rubbing his face. Mark's mouth and chin were exposed as Tina's kissing grew more passionate.

The muscles in Mark's arms and neck clenched involuntarily as Tina's wet tongue took swift yet smooth swipes against his sensitive skin. Mark felt his dick throbbing as Tina's hand moved down his chest toward his stomach; it felt like she was reaching toward his cock. Tina pressed intently into his neck with her mouth. She swatted her tongue against his throat like a cat lapping ice cold milk from a bowl.

Mark thought about the bratty little girl who grew up with his sister tormenting him every day of his life. He was her property now. Mark's only solace was that Tina didn't know who he was. She didn't know yet anyway. Mark felt degraded and humiliated.

"Time," Monica yelled. "You can stop now."

As Tina pulled away, Mark contorted his chin and mouth to reposition his mask. As much as he hated Tina, she was a great kisser. Mark found himself very conflicted; the thought that he enjoyed the experience only made Mark feel worse.

Mark reclaimed his bearings and considered what was next. As much as it felt wrong having Tina kissing his neck, it would be a thousand times more awkward having his own step-sister doing something similar. Mark's dick was moments away from releasing already. What if he couldn't hold his excitement as Alicia did whatever that next pink paper told her to do? What would that say about him?

Mark always thought his step-sister was cute, but he was never sexually attracted to her in any way. Even though they weren't biologically related, Alicia was still his little sister.

"What?" Alicia squealed as she looked at her chosen paper.

"What's it say?" Tina asked gleefully.

"Lick whip cream off his stomach," Alicia returned.

"Ooh," Monica said as she dug through her box of goodies and pulled out a can of whipped topping. "You even get a delicious snack."

Monica approached Mark and looked him in the eye. She stared down at her captive bluebird and reveled in what was about to happen, in what she was going to make happen. Monica was the puppet master of this game. Mark had to do as she asked, and Alicia and Tina were falling perfectly in line with Monica's plan.

The can hissed as Monica squirted the wet runny substance onto Mark's stomach. The whipped topping mixed in with Mark's thin layer of pubic hair. Tiny streams of white liquid dripped down the side of Mark's stomach and between his legs.

"All yours," Monica said as she motioned for Alicia to begin. "Be careful with that dick. You don't want your whipped cream mixed with something less tasty."

"Less tasty?" Tina joked as her best friend gazed down on the non-dairy dessert topping. "Let's let Alicia be the judge of that."

Mark's body convulsed as his sister stood over his bed inspecting the generous layer of whipped cream above and surrounding his genitals. How could Alicia not realize who she was about to lick clean?

Visibly nervous and uncomfortable, Alicia crawled onto the bed beside Mark and hovered over his torso. She leaned in barely touching her tongue to Mark's stomach.

"Thatta girl," Monica encouraged. "Better hurry up, now."

Cautiously, Mark's sister took another lick. She looked up at his face with an unsatisfied grin; Mark turned his masked head partly in shame but mostly out of fear that Alicia would recognize him.

As Alicia continued licking, Mark's breath sputtered like a car failing to start. Alicia's tongue was warm with its motion slow and deliberate; it was a stark contrast to Tina's fluttering advances. Alicia tried to get as much cream off Mark's body while making as little contact as possible. This was fine with Mark who also wanted this over quickly.

"You have to get it all," Monica warned Alicia as the dirty blonde started lapping up cream like a dog.

Alicia's tongue moved down Mark's lower stomach and toward his cock. Blood rushed to Mark's penis; his balls felt warm, and his dick pulsated like the skin was about to explode from its stem. Alicia's tongue felt both familiar and illicit as it inched below his belly button. While Mark tried to think of anything else, his mind was fixated on his sister's tongue mere inches from his manhood. If he came now, Mark would do so all over his step-sister's face.

Alicia's tongue and lips weaved through Mark's pubic hair like an explorer cutting through the jungle with a machete. Mark could see the dirty blonde head moving around his cock. His stomach twitched. His hands shook uncontrollably. His toes curled. "Hold it in. Just hold it in," Mark thought to himself. He couldn't let himself release. Not now.

Just when Mark thought he couldn't hold it any more, he finally heard his sister say "that's it. All done."

Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

Monica made Alicia lap up a few abandoned whipped cream particles, a final step that took only a few seconds. Mark was glad he didn't cum, but he knew he didn't have much resistance left. Unless Tina drew a paper daring her to take a nap, Mark wasn't sure he would be able to hold back.

Tina drew another pink strip of paper from the jar, and the nineteen-year-old emo-looking girl read her task. "Yours is to place then remove five rings from the subject's cock. You may only use your mouth."

"Good luck with that," Alicia added still shaken from her whipped cream encounter.

"No problem," Tina bragged. "I've always been good with my mouth."

"At least that's the word on the street," Alicia scoffed.

Monica pulled five plastic rings from her box and threw them on the bed between Mark's legs. Two of the rings were practically under Mark's ass. "Go fish, sis," Monica quipped.

The rings were similar to shower curtain hangers except they were slightly smaller and didn't open or adjust. Mark figured they would fit over his swollen penis, but it would take some maneuvering to get all five on. That could become an issue. Mark knew he was going to cum at some point, but he had to hold on as long as possible.
Without any hesitation, Tina jumped onto the bed beside the bound birdman. Rather than going after the rings farthest away from Mark's ass, she stuck her head right between his legs and snatched one of the two rings from under his butt. Mark lifted his torso to give Tina more room and to avoid expelling his cum all over the place. Tina's confidence was unsettling.

Tina held the purple ring carefully between her teeth allowing for the greatest possible opening. With the care of someone playing an arcade crane game, she leaned into Mark's penis and attempted to slide the ring over the head and down his shaft. The ring had little tolerance around Mark's swollen cock, however. Tina had to twist, pull, and shimmy the ring down his rod. Mark clenched his entire body trying to hold his load.

"One down," Tina bragged as she inspected her handiwork. "Thank goodness he has such a tiny dick."

The other girls laughed; Mark was not amused.

Mark again thought about what would happen if Tina knew it was him behind the blue mask. If she was so willing to mock him now, just imagine how brutal the nineteen-year-old would be if she knew who he was, if she knew it was his dick she was taunting.

Mark felt Tina's hair again as she dropped between his legs fishing for the second ring. He saw her head appear from between beneath his stomach like a sun rising over the hillside. Mark watched his sister's best friend move her mouth with its designated ring over his cock. Tina jerked the ring back and forth as she forced the circle down his dick. Mark's cheeks felt wet with his own tears as he fought against his nature and tried to hold his seed inside.

"You better not cum on me," Tina warned Mark as she dropped her head between his legs a third time. "I swear to god that you better not jizz on me."

Tina twisted, jerked, and pulled on the next three rings as she forced them over Mark's dick. As her task progressed, her technique shifted from precise placement to crude force. Slobber from Tina's lips and tongue mixed with tiny drops of Marks semen, something Tina didn't seem to notice or care about.

Monica and Alicia cheered as the black-haired girl placed the fifth ring just below the tip of Mark's penis. Tina's audience seemed impressed both by Mark's ability to hold his load and by Tina's mouth control.

Tina gazed victoriously at the birdman's dick. It looked more like a kid's ring stacker toy than a crazy sex contest. This wasn't a game to Mark, though. He was holding his breath and fighting like hell against exploding all over Tina and her toy rings.

Tina wasn't done yet. She still had to get all five rings off without Mark making a mess all over her face. As she studied her bound subject, Tina recognized how much more challenging it would be to remove the rings.

"You can do it, Tina," Mark's step-sister said to her best friend. Alicia seemed content to enjoy Tina's progress even though Tina's success would open the door to Alicia's next task and a potential ejaculate shower.

Mark could feel the side of Tina's arm against his ball sack as she rested her hand on the plastic sheeting between his legs. She steadied her other hand on the bed right under Mark's waist. Tina's hair brushed across his hip as she tried to bite down on the first ring.

Tina's attempt to bite the ring failed; she couldn't get a good enough grip on the slippery plastic. Instead, Tina resorted to using her tongue and lips to pull the ring into her mouth. Her tongue forced itself between the plastic ring and the tip of Mark's penis. Finally, Tina was able to bite down securely and lift the loop over Mark's dickhead.

Tina immediately leaned in to remove the second ring. Mark felt her nose pressed against the tip of his penis as her tongue ran down his stem and under the second ring. He heard Tina breathing heavily as she struggled over his cock. The ring pulled back and forth as she jerked it up his dick. When her teeth lost their grip, her tongue swept back between the ring and Mark's cock. Mark simply couldn't take it anymore.

Mark's penis exploded directly in Tina's face and all over his stomach. It was the most intense and satisfying release of Mark's life.

"Son of a bitch," Tina snapped as she fell back off the bed. "You fucking came all over me.

Monica and Alicia sat stunned momentarily as the spectacle unfolded before them.

Mark looked away from the three girls. His humiliation and excitement had become his shame. Even with the mask, he felt exposed and vulnerable.

"Well, I guess that's round one," Monica said with a shocked and amused tone. "Tina, there are some wet wipes over there on the counter. Go ahead and clean yourself off, then clean up our guest here."

"Clean HIM off? You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Monica."

"Tina, you said you would follow my rules."

"What the hell does that have to do with cleaning up his nut? Can't he clean his own nasty cock?"

"It means we're playing by my rules, and my rules say you clean up the bird."

"Fine. Whatever," Tina relented as she wiped Mark's cum from her face.

Once Tina finished cleaning herself, she crawled back on the bed, removed the remaining rings from Mark's shriveling cock, and wiped down Mark's stomach and penis. Tina was not gentle.

After Tina finished her half-ass cleaning job, Monica let her sister and Mark's step-sister take a break and head to the snack machines. Monica figured Mark would need fifteen to thirty minutes for a refractory period, and she wanted to make sure he was ready for the next round. No one doubted that Monica's challenges would become more explicit and possibly even sadistic as the night progressed.

While Alicia and Tina were gone, Monica sat down on the bed next to Mark's head and slowly removed his mask. "How you holding up?" she asked kindly.

"How am I holding up?" Mark responded incredulously. "How the hell do you think I'm holding up?"

"Calm down, Mark," Monica said. "This'll all be over soon. Besides, didn't you enjoy cumming in my sister's face?"

"What about MY sister?" Mark demanded. "Alicia can't figure out who I am, Monica. I just can't..."

"Mark, I told you they wouldn't find out. You think I'm lying to you?"

"I...I don't know. It's just that..."

"It's just nothing," Monica interrupted gently. "You have to trust me, Mark. It's really your only choice."

"Trust you? You have me tied to a bed."

"And you were spying on girls in the shower," Monica reminded Mark gently. "You have to pay your dues, but soon it'll all be over. Okay?"

"Okay."

Monica gave Mark a drink of orange juice through a straw. She said he needed his strength to get through the night. After Mark took a few sips, she put his bird mask back on him and let him collect his thoughts. Monica took some time to freshen up herself before hunting down Alicia and Tina.

Mark looked at the clock as the three girls prepared themselves for the second round of their game. It was almost ten o'clock, and everyone seemed ready for more fun at the bird's expense. Since Mark's cock was still sore and limp, he thought about asking for more time. Unfortunately, he couldn't talk without Tina and Alicia recognizing his voice. Besides, his level of comfort didn't matter in this game. This was Monica's night, and she was going to call the shots.

"Alright, ladies," Monica said as she grabbed the second jar. "It's time to draw for round two. Alicia, you go first this time."

Alicia drew a blue strip of paper from the jar. "Hell no," she snapped staring at the paper. "There's no way I'm doing that."

"What is it?" Tina asked as she grabbed the blue strip of paper from her skinny friend. "Oh shit."

"Sorry, Alicia," Monica insisted grabbing the paper from Tina. "You have to play by the rules. Besides, this isn't so bad."

"It's not so bad?" Alicia protested. "Stick my finger up his ass while licking chocolate off his dick? That's not so bad?"

"Come on, Alicia," Tina encouraged. "At least he didn't blow his wad in your face. I've still got his fucking cum all over me."

As the girls fought over Alicia's assignment, Mark considered what was about to happen. It was bad enough having Alicia lick whipped cream off his stomach. How could Mark possibly let his own step-sister stick her finger up his ass and lick his dick clean of chocolate syrup?

Would Mark be better off stopping everything? He would have to first admit to Tina and Alicia who he was. Then he would deal with Janice and Lucy who would almost certainly upload the video of him whacking off while spying on the girl's shower. Obviously, coming clean was off the table. Mark was going to have to lie back and let Alicia do her thing.

After a few minutes of cajoling, Alicia, as everyone suspected she would, agreed to go through with her assignment. Tina had always been the assertive one; Alicia generally followed her best friend's lead, and this was no exception. The skinny blonde wasn't happy about her task, but she was going through with the dare.

Nervously, Alicia crawled up between Mark's legs and reviewed the situation. Monica retrieved chocolate syrup and lubricant from her special box. Monica instructed the birdman to lift his torso then placed two pillows under his hoisted lower back. Mark's dick and ass were elevated about eight inches above the plastic bed sheet.

Once the pillows were positioned, Monica poured the chocolate syrup over Mark's still deflated penis. "Don't worry about that," Monica jokingly assured Mark. "Alicia will have your little birdy up and singing in no time."

Tina cackled at her older sister's joke. Mark and Alicia didn't laugh.

Not happy with Mark's chocolate covered rod, Monica topped her creation off with a dab of leftover whipped cream. "He's all yours," Monica said to Alicia as she handed Mark's step-sister the lubricant. "You better grease your finger first or it's gonna be a rough trip."

This was undoubtedly the first time Alicia did anything like this. While she was no virgin, Alicia had almost certainly never put her mouth on a man's cock before. Mark thought about his sister's relative innocence as she leaned into his manhood and reached under his ass.

Mark felt Alicia's pointer finger covered with slippery lubricant trailing down his ass crack; Alicia was searching for his orifice. After a brief hesitation, she pressed her finger inside him. Alicia's fingernail scratched as she pressed into his asshole, but she didn't stop. Soon the entirety of Alicia's finger was inside her step-brother. Mark's dick grew almost proportionately to the size of Alicia's intruding digit.

"See," Monica gloated in reference to Mark's erect cock. "I told you he'd jump right back into action."

Marks entire body convulsed as his sister's tongue licked the whipped cream off the tip of his penis. He could feel her finger adjusting itself inside him with every move she made. As Alicia leaned in, she used her free hand to steady Mark's penis so she could effectively remove the brown syrup.

Alicia took long licks from the base to the top of Mark's cock just as one would lick an ice cream treat. She used her finger in Mark's ass and a firm grip around his cock to position Mark most conveniently for her purpose. Timid Alicia was coming out of her shell and taking advantage of her bluebird friend more so with every lick, poke, and squeeze.

Mark's hands and feet pulled against the ropes as his body fought to wrap in on itself. His wrists and ankles stung. His asshole burned. His eyes watered beneath the sweaty mask.

Mark felt his torso thrusting upward partly in escape from Alicia's finger but also instinctively into his step-sister's mouth. As humiliated as he was, Mark wanted to cum. He couldn't believe it, but he wanted fill Alicia's throat. Mark felt his bodily fluids boiling inside him battling to escape through any means necessary. Mark thought about his little sister and her warm lips wading through the syrup on his cock.

Semen eschewed into in the air like a geyser at Yellowstone National Park. While Alicia escaped the same face blast Tina suffered, Mark's sperm occupied her hair and sullied much of her sweater.

"Ahhhh," Alicia cried. "It's all over me."

"Holy shit," Tina said laughing hysterically. "He got you good."

"Relax, Licia," Monica said assuredly; she passed the box of wet wipes to Mark's blonde step-sister. "It'll come out. Just ask Tina."

Alicia scrubbed her sweater and dirty blonde hair furiously. When it didn't come out to Alicia's satisfaction, Monica recommended the blonde take a quick shower.

"Round three is going to be the best yet," Monica promised, "and our game is now tied."

Since Tina accompanied Alicia to the shower, Monica and Mark had a few more minutes of alone time. Monica took off Mark's mask and offered him more juice. "You're almost done, Mark," Monica promised. "This'll all be over soon, but you have to admit it. You're having some fun."

"Whatever," Mark responded. He was enjoying Monica's game, but he wasn't about to admit it. He would never admit it.

Monica took a couple baby wipes and gently cleaned the mixture of chocolate, saliva, and semen from Mark's dick, stomach, and legs. She then returned to Mark and comforted him as a mother would console a crying baby.

As Monica stroked Mark's sweaty hair and the cool dormitory air rushed over his bare skin, Mark felt something strange for his host. Was this what hostages sometimes feel for the very people who steal their freedom away? As illogical as it was to a very logical person, Mark felt a strong bond forming with Monica. It was confusing, exciting, and fascinating all at the same time.

Mark fell into a peaceful trance as Monica's cool fingers raked his hair. He was momentarily able to forget about Tina and Alicia, about Lucy's blackmailing him, and about Monica's game. Mark was able to lose himself in a consoling moment with the very person about to potentially ruin his life.

Mark's moment of silence broke suddenly when he heard his sister and Tina making their way down the hall. "My mask," Mark whispered to Monica who was still stroking his hair. "My Mask," Mark repeated in a panic.

Monica smiled big at Mark as the two voices moved closer and closer toward the room.

"Please, Monica," Mark begged. "My mask."

"Do you trust me, now?" Monica asked Mark calmly.

"I do. I trust you. Really, I do."

Monica tilted her head and looked down at Mark. She brushed her fingers against his cheek as she scanned up and down his naked body.

"Monica, Please," Mark pleaded again as Alicia and Tina seemed just feet away from discovering his identity.

Just as the door knob turned, Monica snatched the mask and slipped it over Mark's head.

"Are you girls ready for the bonus round?" Monica asked. She was talking to Tina and Alicia, but her question was really for Mark. This was going to be his round.

"I get to go first this time," Tina said as she picked up the final jar. There were only four slips of green paper visible through the glass.

"You do get to go first," Monica affirmed with a smirk. "First we have to untie our friend here. He'll need his hands for this round."

"His hands," Tina snapped. "That fucking perv isn't putting his hands on me."

"Tina," Monica scolded. "You agreed to play the game by my rules. You can forfeit now if you want, but you'll spend spring break cleaning and cooking."

"That's not fair," Tina argued.

"No," Monica insisted. "It's NOT fair. Did I at some point suggest this game would be fair?"

"Fuck this," Tina said. "I don't even wanna go on spring break with your bitch ass."

"Really?" Monica responded. "You might want to rethink your decision."

"Like hell I will," Tina responded; Alicia sat quietly.

"Well, then," Monica answered arrogantly. She pulled out her cell phone and extended the screen toward the girls. "You might want to take a look at this first."

"What the fuck?" Alicia said no longer willing to sit in silence. "Where did you get that picture?"

"That's bullshit, Monica," Tina added.

"Now, now," Monica returned. "Before you go skinny dipping in our family pool, you should make sure there aren't any cameras around."

"You took a picture of us when we were...you know?" Tina asked incredulously. "I didn't even think you were home."

"That was private," Alicia added as if it would somehow matter to Monica.

Monica laughed at the girls' reaction to her photo. "Yes I was home, I did take a picture, and maybe it wasn't as private as you two little sluts thought it would be. Oh, and don't worry. I have many more pictures if you don't like this one."

"So what're you saying?" Alicia asked. "Are you threatening us?"

"Threatening?" Monica responded. "I'm not threatening anything. I'm just telling you what'll happen if you don't play out the game."

"That's bullshit," Tina argued.

"That's OK, then," Monica answered. "I'm sure Alicia would be more than happy to finish the game without you. She probably doesn't want to be an Internet star."

Lying quietly on the bed, Mark couldn't believe what was happening. He felt bad for his step-sister and even, to a much lesser extent, Tina. Still, he couldn't say anything no matter how much he wanted to intervene.

"So do we play, or do we start uploading pictures?" Monica asked.

"Fine," Alicia said, "but if we play your game, you have to delete the pictures."

"I promise," Monica insisted. "If the two of you work through all my green notes, I'll delete all the pictures. I'll even spend spring break cooking and cleaning for you two bitches. If one of you backs out, though, I'll publish the pictures, and you'll spend the break taking care of me. Do we have a deal?"

"Do we have a choice?" Tina asked rhetorically.

"Good point," Monica said. "Now free our little bird friend so we can get started.

Alicia untied Mark's hands while Tina released his legs. As soon as Mark was loose, he sat up Indian style and covered himself with an unattended pillow. It was the first moment of even nominal modesty since the game began.

"Alright, girls," Monica said as she handed Alicia the jar. "The final round of our game is going to be a little different. It's simple really. Whoever refuses to do exactly what's on her paper loses the game."

Alicia looked into the jar at the neatly folded strips of green paper. Nervously, she reached in and selected her first task; she read her assignment silently.

"What's it say?" Tina questioned.

Alicia smiled in relief. "It says I have to spank his bare ass, twenty swats."

"Actually," Monica interrupted. "That means HE gets to spank YOUR bare ass."

"What?" Alicia panicked. "That's not how..."

"Now," Monica insisted. "We have to keep the game moving. Go ahead and lose those tights."

"I have to take off my pants?" Alicia asked. "In front of him?"

"What?" Monica responded. "Is it fair that he's been naked all night, and you get to stay fully clothed?"

"But...But I don't even know who he is," Alicia argued in reference to her own step-brother.

"And he doesn't know who you are," Monica lied. "Now let's get those tights off."

Mark felt his dick growing hard once again as his step-sister stood up from her chair and pushed her black tights down her skinny legs. Mark looked around nervously and caught Monica smiling at him. She was enjoying her game and taking in his every reaction.

"Panties too," Monica said immediately as Alicia stepped out of the tights.

Alicia obeyed with little hesitation. Mark couldn't look away as his step-sister hiked up her long sweater to grasp the sides of her panties. He caught a brief look at her blonde hairy bush as the panties slid down just ahead of the descending sweater. Mark knew it was wrong to watch his step-sister undress.

"Good girl," Monica said as she cleared her desk. "Now lean over here so Mar...I mean the birdman can get a good angle."
Alicia nervously approached the desk and leaned over extending her butt into the air. Monica came behind the blonde and pulled Alicia's sweater up her back completely exposing Alicia's skinny white butt cheeks. The bulky sweater refused to stay up on Alicia's back, however, so Monica tucked the sweater under the blonde's metallic gold belt. It looked awkward, but the sweater was sure to hold its place.

"You're up, Mr. Bluebird," Monica said to Mark who still had his legs crossed under the pillow.

Mark was embarrassed to get up and let the girls see his erection even if it was hardly a new development at this point. Mark didn't care for Monica to see him aroused by the prospect of spanking his own step-sister. Still, Mark did as he was told.

Monica extended her hand toward Alicia suggesting that Mark should get on with his assignment, twenty swats on her naked ass.

Mark slapped Alicia's butt lightly.

"That's not gonna cut it, birdman," Monica insisted. "Better make the next one count, or you're going over the desk next."

Realizing Monica was serious, Mark hit Alicia much harder with the second smack.

"Ahhhh," Alicia responded.

"Getting there," Monica assessed. "Needs to be harder than that, though."

"Ohhhh, shit," Alicia squealed after the third smack.

"There you go," Monica said with a quick slap on Mark's own naked ass. "Now finish her off."

"Four," Monica counted as Mark took another swing.

"Please," Alicia yelped with the fifth smack, her white cheeks now a bright red.

"Six," Monica counted. "Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten..."

Mark felt bad for his step-sister. Somehow, however, he knew it would be much worse for Alicia if she realized the stranger spanking her was actually her older brother.

"Ahh," Alicia cried with the eleventh swat. Mark could see her eyes watering as she looked back at him hoping for mercy.

Mark continued with the next four smacks before pausing briefly. His sister was audibly crying; Mark wanted to stop.

"Five more to go," Monica demanded. "Just five more."

"Slap," Mark hit his sister's ass for the sixteenth time.

"Ahhhh," Alicia yelled. Her ass was blood red.

"Slap...Whack...Slap...Slap," Mark hit his sister's butt four final times in quick succession.

Alicia immediately pulled herself off the desk letting her long sweater fall over her burning butt. "Can I...Can I get my tights?"

"Sorry," Monica returned. "You'll get them when we're done."

Alicia didn't argue. She just slowly walked over to the bed and sat down gingerly.

"This is bullshit," Tina said realizing it was her turn.

"We'll see," Monica joked as she handed her younger sister the jar. "What's in store for you and our birdman?"

Mark watched Tina as his childhood nemesis pulled a slip of paper from the glass jar. Mark thought about how great it would be to spank Tina's bare ass. He would love any small measure of revenge for all the terrible things Tina said about him and did to him over the years.

Tina held the note so only she could read it. Then, with a panicked look on her face, she closed the note, stood up, and started pacing the room. Tina wasn't happy with what she was expected to do.

"What is it?" Monica asked her sister.

"It can't be any worse than mine," Alicia added. "Can it?"

"Fuck this," Tina said as she continued to pace the floor. "Fuck this. Fuck this."

"We can call it a night and upload those pictures," Monica insisted. "Or the two of you can finish these dares and go home."

"But, I just can't do this," Tina demanded. "Let me pull another card."

"No do-overs," Monica demanded. "What's your note say?"

"It says he gets to shave my pussy."

"That's not so bad," Monica argued with a smile. "From what I remember, you keep little Tina pretty trim anyway."

"Come on, Tina," Alicia encouraged. "I let him smack me twenty times. We only have three more notes then it's all over. Monica will delete those pictures of us too."

"Promise?" Tina asked. "You'll delete all the pictures?"

"All of them," Monica insisted. "I promise."

"OK," Tina relented. "I'm gonna get you for this, Monica. I promise you that."

"Sure you will, Tina. Now, go ahead and lose those jeans while I get you some warm water." Monica left Mark in the room with Tina and his step-sister. Mark couldn't even process what was about to happen.

Alicia held down her sweater as she slid off the bed to make room for Tina. Alicia carefully walked past Mark and took a chair; she wasn't about to show off any more of her body than the masked man had already seen.

"I'll bet you're just loving this," Tina snapped at the anonymous naked guy about to shave her vagina.

Tina unbuttoned her blue jeans and folded them neatly on her chair. She was wearing a light blue thong that almost matched her tank top perfectly. Holding a hand over her crotch, she slid the thong down her legs and let it fall to the floor. Leaving her underwear on the ground, Tina walked carefully to the bed and lay down on her back. She kept her hands crossed over her pussy careful not to expose herself to the bluebird or even to her best friend.

After a few minutes of silence, Monica returned with a pan of hot water, a pair of scissors, a razor, and a wax kit.

"Well, let's see that there bush," Monica joked at her own sister's expense.

After a short pause, Tina closed her eyes and let her hands fall to her sides. As one might expect from a girl her age, Tina's pussy was well groomed. She did have a visible bush of jet-black hair, but it was recently trimmed and shaped.

"It's all yours, Mr. Bluebird," Monica said as she sat in one of the chairs and extended her arm toward Tina's exposed vagina.

Mark leaned over the bed and inspected Tina, the terror of his childhood, lying exposed in front of him. For the first time in his entire life, Mark had the upper hand with Tina. Part of Mark wished Tina knew exactly who was about to shave her pussy. Unfortunately, she could never find out.

Mark grabbed the scissors and pulled Tina's shirt up her stomach. Her hands moved to stop Mark's wardrobe adjustment, but she immediately withdrew her defense. Tina was resigned to her wet shave.

Using the scissors, Mark clipped Tina's pubic hair as close to the skin as he could. He pulled her legs open to get a better angle, a move Tina again momentarily protested. Mark made no attempts to avoid Tina's pussy lips. His fingers were in almost constant contact with her exposed vagina.

Once done with the scissors, Mark grabbed the razor and some shaving cream. He carefully shaved the area around Tina's pussy. As much as he disliked Tina, he didn't want to cut her skin. After the shave was complete, Mark stepped back as though he was done, something Monica wasn't about to let happen.

"That's not smooth enough," Monica demanded. "You're gonna have to use the wax."

Mark took the jar of wax from the warm water and scooped some out with a wooden spatula. Monica stepped up to help Mark apply the wax and make sure he didn't permanently injure Tina's pussy. Then Monica showed Mark how to apply the first strip.

"There you have it," Monica said. "Now just rip that sucker off."

Mark looked Tina in the eye. He wanted to hit pause on this moment so it could somehow last longer.

"No, please," Tina begged as Mark pealed the strip's edge away from her skin. "Please don't...Ahhhh."

The first strip was off. Tina started to cry more out of embarrassment than physical pain. Mark applied another strip with some wax and yanked again. Then he did it again, and again, and again, and again.

"Wonderful job, Mr. Bluebird," Monica said as she inspected her sister's perfectly smooth yet visibly sore vagina.

"That's it, girls," Monica said as she helped her sister up. "Two dares down and two to go."

"Haven't we had enough?" Alicia asked. The dirty blonde knew she was next.

"One more and you're done," Monica assured Alicia. Monica handed Mark's step-sister the glass jar. There were two lonely green strips of paper remaining, one for Alicia and one for Tina who was presently hunched over trying to catch her breath. "So let's do this," Monica said coaxing Alicia to choose a note.

Alicia reached into the jar and selected one of the remaining slips of paper. "Ass," she said curiously. "That's all it says."

"Good choice," Monica joked. "That means you get his ass."

"Get his ass for what?" Alicia asked.

"Let's let Tina read the other paper first, shall we?" Monica replied as she handed Tina the glass jar. "Then I'll explain how our game ends."

Tina drew the final sheet of green paper. "Cock?"

"That's right," Monica said to Tina. "You get the cock."

"Yeah," Tina responded sarcastically. "But what the hell does that mean?"

"It's simple," Monica answered. "Alicia is going to lick our friend's ass while you give him a blowjob."

"What?" Alicia snapped back into the conversation. "I'm not licking his fucking ass."

"Oh, but you are," Monica insisted. "You'll lick his ass while my sister sucks him off, and you'll keep going until she's swallowed every bit of his cum."

"Swallowed!" Tina yelled. "I have to swallow his junk?"

"That's right girls," Monica insisted as she picked her phone back up. "Get on it now or I'll upload those pictures."

"Let's just do this," Alicia said to her best friend. "We do this one thing then we're done."

"Okay," Tina relented. "But this is it."

"This is it," Monica promised. "The game ends here.

"You're gonna pay for this, Monica," Tina again promised her older sister as she knelt down in front of Mark.

Alicia didn't say anything. She just dropped to her knees behind Mark staring into his ass. She could see some of the leftover lubricant from her previous encounter.

Monica approached her three guests from the side and grabbed the girls by their hair. Monica thrust their faces into Mark's body and their respective assignments.

Mark felt his sister's tongue tickling his butt crack as her hands wrapped around his legs for balance. The tongue intruded even more so as Monica pressed Alicia's head deeper into Mark's ass. Mark felt Tina's lips cautiously wrap themselves around his sore growing penis.

"That's it girls," Monica encouraged. "Neither of you stop until Tina swallows every bit of his load."

Mark closed his eyes. His step-sister's tongue travelled up and down his ass while Tina plugged her vile mouth with his now fully-erect penis.

"Keep quiet," Monica whispered into Mark's ear. "I'm going to take your mask off for a minute, but I'll give it back."

Mark wanted to protest but couldn't. Monica ripped the bluebird mask off his head and stepped away from Mark's threesome.

All Tina had to do was look up, and she would see that she was in fact blowing her best friend's step-brother. Mark's identity could be exposed at any moment.

"Please...Please," Mark lipped toward Monica begging for the mask back.

Instead of returning the Mask, Monica laid it down on her desk. She smiled deviously at Mark who could only look into the air hoping the girls didn't do the same.

Tina grabbed Marks hips as she pulled her mouth up and down his rod. Alicia, in a show of solidarity with her best friend, rested her hands on top of Tina's. The girls moved in unison like a team of lumberjacks sawing down a mighty oak. They swayed Mark's body back and forth from Tina's mouth to Alicia's mouth and back again. His dick would push down Tina's throat in one motion then pull out as his ass fell back on Tina's tongue. Back and forth, Mark rotated from girl to girl.

Mark's penis was throbbing and burning. It would only be a matter of seconds before he would lose his load in Tina's mouth. She would assuredly look up and recognize him. Mark had to get his mask back.

Monica held the mask up taunting Mark with it; Mark fought to hold back his ejaculation.

Once again, Mark quietly begged Monica to show him mercy. "Please. The Mask. Please."

Monica approached Mark as he fought against blowing his load. She reached around his body and pulled the mask onto the top his head; his face was still exposed. "Do you trust me?" she whispered into Mark's ear.

Mark nodded in agreement.

"I can't hear you," Monica said.

"Yes," Mark whispered as he felt his ejaculate fighting to escape.

"Still can't hear you," Monica replied again.

Mark looked down at Tina's black hair as she bobbed up and down his cock. "Yes," he whispered more loudly.

"Yes, what?" Monica asked.

"Yes," he whispered again. "Please. I trust you."

At that very moment, Mark's resistance gave way and his penis exploded semen into Tina's mouth and all over her face.

"Gahl...ahll...gahl," Tina gurgled as she choked Mark's load down her throat.

Just as Tina looked up in disgust, Monica pulled the bird mask down over Mark's face. Mark hoped Tina didn't get a good look at him.

"Not yet, Alicia," Monica demanded as the blonde pushed away from her brother's ass. "Keep licking until Tina finishes cleaning up our birdman's cock."

"Hurry up, Tina" Alicia mumbled into Mark's ass.

After making Tina thoroughly lick Mark's dick clean, Monica declared her game over.

Tina and Alicia rushed to get dressed, and Monica told them to go take another shower so she could "settle up" with their guest.

As soon as Tina and Monica were gone from Monica's room, Monica pulled the mask off of Mark's head for the last time.

"You're done here," Monica said to Mark. "Thanks for being such a good sport."

Mark realized he would have to make his way back to the study room completely naked and without the mask. He would have to move carefully. After making it through the night with his identity hidden, he didn't want to run into his step-sister and her best friend by the showers.

"Hey, Mark," Monica interrupted as Mark started out of the room.

"Yeah," Mark responded impatiently.

"Do you know the difference between you and the guys I dated in high school?"

"About three years on the football team and twenty pounds of muscle," Mark answered.

"That's fair," Monica said. "There's more to it, though. The main difference is that they had the balls to ask me out."

"So you would have gone out with me?" Mark asked.

"We'll never know," Monica insisted with an evil grin. "You never asked."

Mark had no idea how to respond, and he wasn't about to wait for Alicia and Tina's return. Instead, he nodded goodbye and stepped out of Monica's room. As he made his way down the hall, a couple of girls clapped and whistled. Mark was too tired to react or to even care. Seconds later, Mark found himself back in the study room fighting to dress himself once again.

Mark stumbled back to his own dorm room and dropped to his bed.

Mark thought about what Monica said as he left her room. He convinced himself that she either felt guilty for putting him through so much or was playing some sort of mind game with him. Knowing Monica, it was certainly the latter. A guy like Mark could never date a girl like Monica. Could he?

Mark went to sleep with a smile. No matter what happened from here on out, he would always have the memory of Tina choking down his cum. That memory alone could get him through hell and back.

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Oct 3, 2018 in blowjob

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