Robert Vickers: Sister in chains

His cock expanded in the tightness of her asshole. Her cuntlips squeezed on it with carnal need. His cock's fucking tempo changed drastically. No longer did he shove into her asshole with long, smooth strokes. Jerky, spastic, he reamed her out. And then came the purifying flood of his come. He creamed into her tight asshole.

The heat from his jism warmed her and made her come again. She loved the liquid, weak feeling that flooded over her entire body. Nothing in the world compared with it or the feeling of being free of all her previous hang-ups.

She was free at last!

Brandy and James were startled by strange voices coming from the doorway. Three men in uniforms stood there, guns in hand. They seemed frozen by the scene being enacted on the altar. Then Brandy heard one of the cops cry out, "Jesus God, this is the sickest thing I ever saw! Bust the lot of them!"

"Wait a second, Sarge," said the cop immediately to the right. "Look at the girl. She's got chains on her wrists. Christ, he had her tied up to rape her. They're all a bunch of weirdos."

"What are you doing in this house of worship?" demanded James, rising up off the altar. His nakedness stripped him of the dignity and command that should have been his.

The lead cop hit James on the side of the head with his pistol. "Keep your fucking mouth shut till we speak to you, you stinking pervert. Get the key for the girl's chains and free her. Christ, what a sicko!"

"Wait, Officer, let me explain," Brandy began. "This is…"

"We can see what it is, Miss. We got complaints about the odd things going on here so we got a court order to come check. We found four runaways, all battered and raped, and now we find you. Christ! Will your folks ever be glad to get you back!"

"But my parents sent me here!"

"Sure, kid, sure," said the sergeant, putting his arm protectively around Brandy's naked shoulders. She winced and he made a face. "We'll take care of you." He turned to one of the other cops and said in a low voice, "Poor girl's fucked up in the head. Who knows what this pervert did to her? But get her out of here. She'll be okay soon enough."

Brandy watched in mute horror as the police dragged her brother out, handcuffs on his wrists.

"Please, Mister, any amount will be okay. Anything!"

The man in the street stopped and looked at the blonde girl curiously. She was dressed in a coarse wool robe held together at the waist by a thin chain which was locked in front. She held out a cup filled with small change.

"What's a good-looking chick like you doing panhandling on the streets?" he asked. "You're damned good-looking, in fact."

Brandy licked dried lips and began her spiel. "My brother is in jail. The fascist pigs have imprisoned him. They are violating our right to worship in any manner we choose. I… I'm trying to raise enough money to get him out. And we need a lawyer too. A good lawyer, one who won't buckle under when the pressure is put on in court."

"Yeah, I think I read about this. And you're his sister? Shit, kid, you're wasting your time begging for nickels and dimes. Why don't you get a job?"

"I… I've been purified. I dare not let myself be sullied by the evil in the world again. I must maintain my holiness if I am to continue to please my brother."

"Holiness?" the man said. He looked left and right along the street. Then he said, "Look, babe, you're good-looking. The best piece of ass I've seen. How'd you like to earn a quick twenty? Better than squeezing dimes out of little old ladies."

"How?"

"Don't be dense, kid. You know how. We can do it in the alley. Won't take long. Fastest twenty I'll bet you ever earned."

Brandy licked her lips again. She knew what the man wanted. And she knew that she would do it. She would do anything to get her brother out of jail. He was the light of her life. She depended on him totally. With him separated by the cold stone walls of the prison, she wouldn't know how to live, what to do, what to say.

"Okay," she said, lifting her robe to show the man she had nothing on underneath. "That's more like it!"

Placing his arm around her shoulder, he guided her into the alley where he could fuck her standing up. As his cock drove in and out of her tight little cunt, Brandy thought over and over, "This is for my loving brother. This is for Brother James!"