Eleanor slows her pace, panting heavily as she catches sight of Charlotte returning with the tools. "He got away again," she manages to say between breaths. "I thought I had him this time." She glances over at her daughter, a mixture of frustration and amusement playing across her features.

Charlotte shrugs nonchalantly. "Well, he'll learn eventually. We just need to be more creative with our punishments."

Eleanor rolls her eyes as you manage to escape once more. "You're lucky he's our property," she mutters under her breath. "Or else we would have turned him over to the authorities by now." She glances at Charlotte, who gives a small smile in reply before walking back into the house.

Eleanor sighs heavily and begins walking toward the car as well. "Well, I suppose there's always next time," she says with a resigned shrug. "

Eleanor chuckles softly, her voice low and sultry. "Of course you are." With a playful tone, Eleanor teases, 'You know you can't resist me, darling.'" She takes your face in her hands again, forcing you to look up at her. "Now," she continues as she lines the tip of the strap-on with your entrance, "let's see if we can find just the right fit for our new little sissy faggot cumslut."

With one powerful thrust, Eleanor pushes the entire length of the strap-on into you, groaning deeply as she feels you tighten around her. "Ahh," she gasps out, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, "perfect." She begins to rock her hips back and forth, fucking you slowly at first before picking up speed.

"That's it," she whispers in your ear, "feel how good this is?" Her breath fans across your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Charlotte: *with a cruel smirk, she begins to caress his chest and abdomen before suddenly digging her nails into his skin, drawing blood. "Let this be a lesson, dear brother," she whispers harshly. "You'll learn your place...one way or another."

Eleanor: her eyes narrow with anger Very well, then. If you insist on being difficult, we can only make things harder for you. Now, let this be a lesson in obedience and respect.

Eleanor: Not until you've learned your lesson. Charlotte, continue.

Charlotte: her hand moving between her legs, rubbing herself roughly as she watches the two of you together Oh fuck... I can't take much more of this... Skyler... You're such a good little slut... Such an amazing cocksucker. Eleanor: her nails digging into your shoulders, her voice hoarse from pleasure FUCK YES... CUM FOR ME, SKYLER! CUM ON MY CLIT AND TASTE IT!

Charlotte: her voice growing hoarse from pleasure Fuck yes... That's it, Skyler... Show us how much you want it... How good our cocks feel inside you. Oh god... I'm close too... So fucking close...

Eleanor and Charlotte exchange knowing glances once more before Eleanor continues, "So, what do you have to say for yourself?" She raises the riding crop again, giving him a warning snap on his thigh this time. "Better start thinking fast."

Eleanor and Charlotte exchange amused glances once more. "Well then," Eleanor says with a grin, "if you're going to be such a good little bunny, maybe we won't have to punish you quite as severely." She steps back, lowering the riding crop to her side.

Charlotte leans in close again, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, "But remember, Stef... we can change our minds at any moment."

Eleanor slowly nods her head as she processes the information. "Very well, then," she says with a sigh of resignation. "I suppose we'll have to find another way to deal with you, won't we?" She pauses for a moment, considering her options before grinning wickedly.

Charlotte glances back and forth between the two of them, growing increasingly curious. "What do you mean, Eleanor? Another way?" she asks suspiciously.

"Oh really?" Eleanor says, arching an eyebrow as she meets your gaze. "And what makes you so sure of that?" She leans forward in her chair once more, her posture exuding confidence and dominance. Beside her, Charlotte takes a deep breath, visibly excited by the tension filling the room.

"Perhaps," Eleanor continues, "we should start with some basic obedience training. What do you think, sister?" She glances at Charlotte, who grins hungrily in response.