Headmistress' Favorite Sport

As Susanna started to object Rachel slapped her face hard: "Shut up, you useless piece of shit!" she shouted, "You are nothing but a slave, so you had better start behaving like one." Before Susanna could recover from the shock Rachel turned on her heel and left the room. Susanna tried to get loose but it was hopeless and she began to get very afraid. Was her own sister really going to beat her and rape her? Surely this had to be joke. It just couldn't be true.

But when Rachel returned Susanna realized that it probably was. Rachel had changed into something more appropriate. She wore black, knee-high boots laced up the front. The boots had six-inch stilettos with shiny metal tips. Other than that all she wore was a black, leather corset and black, rubber opera gloves. The corset didn't really constrict her waist, it just accentuated her figure and ended just below her breasts, which Susanna couldn't help but think were perfect. In her right hand she held a riding crop. Her long, jet-black hair was gathered in a tight bun at the back of her head making her look very severe and sexy.

Susanna was too stunned to speak and instead Rachel started informing her about what was going to happen: "Susanna, you useless slut, I'm going to turn you into my little fucktoy. I've always known that you were a useless little shit, only suited for dominating and fucking. Now I'm going to act on it. Over the next weeks and months I'm going to turn you into a completely compliant little slave-slut and I promise that you are going to love your new life. Eventually. While I deal with you, the twins are going to take care of that useless little son of yours. We have it from a reliable source that he is going to be kicked out of school today. Once this happens no one is going to miss him and the twins can effectuate their evil little plan. They are going to feminize him and turn him into a sissy-slave. God knows he doesn't deserve any better."

At the mention of her son Susanna began to object again.