Robert Vickers - Sister in chains

"Stay still!" he commanded. "Do not move. This is necessary for your discipline."

She froze in the position. On her knees, ass jutting straight up into the air, she felt vulnerable, helpless, totally at her brother's mercy. But the girl felt a thrill unlike anything she had ever before experienced. She was turned on by his commanding air, his dominant ways. Anything her brother waffled, she would give him!

Her cheek pressed down into her arms, still folded under her head, the girl felt hot sweat beginning to pour off her body. Every single stroke of his cock into her clinging hot cunt made her tremble and sweat just a little bit more. Soon the perspiration was running in thick rivulets. She felt it trickle down the slopes of her tits, then form a big droplet on her nipples before dripping to the floor. It tickled and it turned her on more than she would have thought possible. She knew then what it must be like to wear hot leather and feel the sweat puddling up inside – it would be damned sexy. The girl just wished that her brother would allow her to put on sonic black clinging costume instead of keeping her stark naked.

She heard a lewd squishing noise as his cock worked deeper into her cunt. She felt the impact of his body against her ass. It made her feel faint. His cock was so big inside her cunt, and the way he rubbed his upper thighs into her tortured ass was excruciating. But it was also a considerable charge of sexual energy for her.

The girl hardly understood what was happening to her. She was turned on the most by her brother when he was the most brutal to her. The idea of him whipping her and inflicting searing pain made her cunt drool obscenely. The idea that he was using her, commanding her as if she were some sort of sex slave, made her entire body tremble. She wanted his cock and would do anything for it, even endure intense pain.

He fucked faster. She felt the friction mounting. The way his cockhead rubbed erotically against her tender cuntwalls sent waves of heat cascading into her cunt. It felt as if hot molten lead puddled inside her cunt hole. She began gasping. Every breath was agony for her. She was almost at the point of coming.

"More, faster, more!" she demanded over and over. She couldn't help herself. She had to ram her ass backwards. Her body told her this was the only way she was going to get his flaming hot cock deep enough into her cunt to make her come.

As she did, she felt his cock slither from her clutching cunt. For a brief instant, her cunt was entirely empty. The hollow feeling gnawed away at her. And then a bucket of cold water hit her.

The teenager's body was super-hot from the fucking. The rivers of sweat told how hot she actually was. And the water was icy cold. The thermal shock almost made her crack. She froze solid for an instant, then screamed as loudly as she could.

Her body vibrated as she came – hard. The girl didn't understand what had happened to her. This was the cruelest form of torture. She had been promised her brother's hard fucking cock and had been denied it at the crucial instant. And then he had had freezing cold water thrown on her sex-hot body.

And she had come. She had climaxed and it was as good as any other come she had ever had. The girl fell forward, her head cradled on her chained hands. She tried to understand what had occurred. She failed. It was too complicated for her numbed mind.

She had been whipped and raped with the handle of the whip. Then her brother had begun fucking her as a man should fuck a woman. She felt like a bitch in heat. Wanton, terrible, sex-starved, she had obeyed his every command. The man had betrayed her by denying her his cock when she needed it most. And she had gotten her rocks off when the water had hit her sweating body.

She didn't understand it at all. She simply lay there, sobbing and moaning into the cradle of her arms. "Continue with the purification," commanded her brother.

She looked up at James and saw the man standing with his arms crossed. The sight of the naked man sporting a huge hard-on would have been funny if she hadn't wanted his cock fucking her so badly. She wanted it! And he had denied her the very thing she needed to satisfy her hunger.

It wasn't fair!

"Why are you doing this to me, James?" she asked, her voice cracking with emotion. "I never did anything rotten to you. I like you – hell, I love you! Don't do this to me!"

"All love Brother James," came the soft voice of Sister Roxanne. "He is our spiritual leader. He is attuned with the infinite and only by following him can we achieve oneness with all nature."

"Don't give me that bullshit," the blonde girl said. "He's my brother and there's nothing all that special about him. He's just flesh and blood – and the son of a bitch is trying to drive me crazy!"

"He is trying to purify you. He is attempting to show you your evilness and help you deal with it. Soon, you will thank him for driving out the forces of evil from the temple of your body."

Brandy tried to sit up. The effort pulled her back to reality. She had been too caught up in her hot responses to the fucking to be able to figure out what she was actually doing. She was giving in to these madmen. Her brother was the worst of all. He actually believed he was some sort of deity come to earth. She had to escape from here. She had been on the right track before, but the promise of cock had drawn her away from the only sensible course of action.

Chains rattling on her wrists, the young girl stood and boldly faced her brother. "I don't want any more of your pseudo-religious crap," she said.

"I want the fuck out of here!"

James slapped her with the flat of his hand. The stinging slap drove her back to her knees. She looked up at him, her face just about even with his turgid cock. She couldn't help but notice that it was throbbing and dancing around more now than just after he had been inside her cunt. Violence turned him on in a sick twisted way.

When he took the whip and landed another blow across her shoulders with it, she saw a white spurt of jism sail through the air. A sticky gob of his come spattered into her hair. She tried to get away from his fountaining cock. It didn't matter which way she turned, the whip found her. The whipping continued as long as his cock was spewing out his jizz.

In her bewildered state, the teenager couldn't separate cause and effect. To her, it was just as likely that the spewing jism caused the pain, not the whip.

When James stopped beating her, she stayed on hands and knees, panting and crying aloud. The thick white strings of jism in her hair slowly dripped to the floor, taunting her. She was too confused to think straight any more. The pain muddled her brain. The sight of her brother's jism dripping from her hair shook her up more than she would have thought.

His contempt for her was huge. It had to be for him to inflict such humiliation and abuse on her.

And she had never done a thing to him. He had always been the older brother, an adult and out in the world by the time she had begun to discover things more interesting than her dolls and play houses. He had been someone to look up to. But now…

"On your feet. The purification rites must continue. I see that you still retain the mark of Satan. It must be expunged immediately!"

She felt strong hands pulling her up. For a moment she was dizzy, disoriented. The men pressing in on either side of her body took advantage of this to push her legs wide apart. She stood with her legs spread, her chained hands futilely attempting to push one of the men away.

The man in front of her crushed her tits against his hairy chest. The thick mat of hair tickled her nipples. She tried to struggle and found his thick, muscular arms too much for her. She instantly felt what he was doing.