Robert Vickers - Sister in chains

And then it was over. The man sighed and relaxed and got off the stone altar. He motioned to two robed figures standing at the side of the room to come and release the girl.

"She is purified once again. My holy body fluids mingle with hers and make her pure. Evil is driven out of her."

Brandy almost laughed. He seemed so solemn. He'd just fucked a pretty girl and he was sounding like an old man now. He should be relaxing, enjoying the warm afterglow from a good fucking. And then it hit Brandy that perhaps he didn't consider this a good fucking. He might actually think of it as a duty, an act of purification.

Still, fucking by any other name would feel just as good. The blonde girl knew that the girl on the receiving end of that huge cock had to be feeling warm and good all over. She had to.

Her own fingers delved deeper and deeper into her cunt, but she froze when she heard her brother's cold voice say, "Look no more for the evil one. My sister stands at the door coveting our purification ritual."

She was caught!

Brandy looked around for someplace to run. All exits were closed to her. She saw one of the dark robed figures advancing on her from each end of the hallway. In the purification room there was only her brother. The girl and her two acolytes had vanished through some side door.

Side door! That thought hit Brandy like a load of bricks. If the others had escaped that way, so could she. She hastily pushed her way into the room. The dampness on the front of her brown robe told what she had been doing, but that didn't matter to her. She didn't care what her nut-case brother thought. All she wanted was out of here before he did something to her.

She ran across the room and rattled the handle of the door. Locked. Turning back, she faced her naked brother. The look on his face was one of peace and complete lust. She didn't know how he could combine the two the way he did. He was a holy man – self-proclaimed – and yet he was still a man. He had taken no vow of chastity. The fucking of the chained girl on the altar had shown that. If anything, he had elevated sex to the point where only the highest of the religious order were allowed to fuck.

"James, please, this is Brandy. I'm your sister. You don't want to do anything to me you'd regret later."

"You are in need of purification, too. And in your case, it is imperative that it be done immediately."

She tried to dodge around him. Strong fingers clamped firmly on her upper arm and spun her around. Her body collided with his. In that moment, she felt a weakness pass through her. She couldn't define what it was. Something like the first time she knew she was going to get fucked. And there was more to it. Looking into her brother's eyes, she saw something of the religious man as well, as the sex-starved animal. And the combination worked magic on her.

All strength fled and she couldn't struggle any longer. She had to give in to his desires. In some way she didn't even begin to understand, she wanted to fuck her very own brother. She wanted to feel that huge cock of his driving into her needy cunt, hard, fast, loving. She had to have that.

And he could give her heaven.

"Please, James, you're hurting me." But the protest was weak. She didn't mean it. She didn't really care if he hurt her or not, as long as he gifted her with his long, virile cock.

"To the altar," he said coldly.

Meek as a lamb, she obeyed. She felt herself being split into two separate people in that instant. Deep inside her head something screamed out against this. It told her that she was going to be raped just as her father had raped her. And this would be all the worse. Not only was it incest, but her brother had just finished fucking another helpless girl.

That was one part of her mind speaking. The other limply obeyed. She found all strength gone from arms and legs. They hung like leaden weights. She couldn't look away from her brother's magnetic gaze.

"On the altar," he commanded.

"James, this doesn't have to be nasty. Look, let's just fuck, you and me. I know it sounds odd, but I saw you with the other girl and I got hot! Did I get the hots for that cock of yours! Sure, I know it's incest, but who the fuck cares? I want your cock. Let's just get it on!"

"Bitch!" he cried, slapping her across the face. The impact knocked her flat on her back across the stone altar. The sudden cruelty of his action hurt her more than the blow.

"Wh-what's wrong, James? I th-thought you wanted to fuck me!"

"I don't want to fuck you, as you so crudely put it. I want to lead you to an enlightenment you have never found before. I want to purify your body, not fuck it." His tone told her that he saw a difference. She was amazed. Fucking was fucking and that was all there was to it. But James distinguished a world of difference.

"James, we can…"

She never finished. Strong hands gripped her wrists and pulled her back onto the stone altar. A quick snap and the chain around her waist was freed and her robe was pulled off. She was naked and totally at her brother's mercy.

What made it even worse for the teenager, she didn't know what she wanted from him. She had seen him fucking and the sight of his cock turned her on in a big way. To feel its manly virile power driving hard and fast into her cunt would be wonderful. But it was incest. She didn't want that. And she certainly didn't want him fucking her like her father had done. That was rape.

Brandy wasn't sure what her brother thought about a man stuffing his cock all the way into a woman's cunt. He seemed to veil the act of fucking in odd religious terms.

"Spread those legs, wanton harlot!"

Meekly she did as she was told. Her legs drifted apart to widely expose her juicy gash. She felt a cool breeze on her agitated cunt. She was hot and ready for anything – as long as it came with hot, hard cock!

"The razor!" commanded James.

"What?" she screamed. She tried to close her legs, but he had moved to the fleshy vee. Her knees banged against the sides of his naked body. She could see his cock stirring, stiffening in lust. The idea of taking a razor to his own sister was turning him on!

What kind of a beast was this man?

Brandy didn't know. After the first scream, she felt her mouth turn dry with fear. Her words were all cloaked in cotton and she swallowed with great difficulty. She saw one of the robed figures hand James a nasty-looking straight razor. The gleam from its sharp blade hypnotized her. She tried to look away but found she couldn't.

"The slut must be shorn of her vanity before true purification can be attained. Let us take her back to a childhood state of innocence. Let us remove the wanton whore symbols front her body."

She did scream when James ran the edge of the razor across her belly toward her jiggling tits. He stopped at the broad base of her left tit, the sharp edge of the razor pressing into her flesh but not cutting it. She almost fainted in terror when he slowly stroked the naked edge of the blade all the way to her nipple.

The girl felt that savage ugly razor blade every inch of the way. Her skin crawled and turned to gooseflesh. And when he batted around her nipple with the side of the razor, she blacked out.

She came to and felt the man running the blade over the bumpy plain of her areola. He wasn't harming her, but the idea that the slightest jerk on his part could cut off her rigid nipple appalled her.

And what appalled her even more was the idea that her nipple was so hard. She was responding sexually to this torture. She tried to calm her racing heart and found she couldn't. Her fear was a sexual thing, a beast devouring her insides. Her cunt frothed and boiled. She couldn't close her legs, and the sight of the man's raging hard-on was almost enough to make her faint again.