Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

I grabbed the scissors then and cut away at her pussy hair, snipping it as close to the skin as I could. Then I coated her crotch with lather and began to shave her pussy.

"Wh… what are you… doing?" she groaned.

"Shaving your slit."

She was quiet for a few moments.

"Why?" she moaned.

"Because I want to."

I shaved carefully, sliding my fingers into her it and shaving carefully along it on either side, felling for bits of stubble. Any that I found I would scrap them off. When I could feel nothing but smooth skin I pulled the nozzle out of her twat and sprayed her down again, then spent a bit more time spraying her hair to make sure there was no soap left in it.

I put down the nozzle and ran my hand back and forth over her crotch, getting hot at the feel of at the sight of it. It looked and felt so bare, so soft and gorgeous and erotic, a hot, hungry little slit for a hot, hungry little whore.

I left her there dripping wet for a minute while I put some things away and got some more out. I went upstairs and got a hair dryer too. Then I squeezed as much water out of her hair as I could, I turned on the blow dryer, coming at her hair as it hung upside down.

After a few minutes I turned it off, put a blanket down on the floor underneath her and lowered her to the floor.

I let her lay there for a couple of minutes while I removed the leather restraints from her wrist and ankles and replaced them with metal shackles, then helped my dazed sis sit up and finished drying her hair.

I was no hair stylist, and her hair wound up in a crackling mass, hanging down around her head like a lion's mane. It was soft, though, and looked nice, which was all I cared about.

Gwen kept looking down between her legs murmuring softly, and running her fingers over her bare little slit.

"Looks nice, huh?" I grinned.

"It's… strange," she breathed.

I slipped off the leather collar too, replacing it with a metal one, then snapped a leash to it am ordered her onto all fours. She obeyed with groan.

I knelt behind her with the little electrical shock device. It was a cute little thing. It was made of metal and about the size of a vibrator, and even shaped like one, but not quite as long. It had a special little screw type thing in the base, and a long thin special tool was fitted into it.

It slid up into her round, wrinkled little anus easily I carefully twisted the special little screw thing. The sides of the device expanded outward, spreading my sis' shitter wider and wider, as I turned.

Gwen moaned and turned her head to look back anxiously at me.

I halted when it was almost as thick as my wrist, then twisted the tool free and pulled it out of her. Her star shape bud of her asshole snapped tightly close. It would be almost impossible to dislodge the thing now without the special tool, certainly not without a great deal of pain.

"All right, fuck toy," I said. "Let's go upstairs." I picked up the cane, and had her crawl up the stairs, down the hall, and into the living room.

"I'm hungry," she said softly.

"I'll feed you when you deserve it."

"Please, Michael," she whined.

"Did I say you could whine? Did I?"

"No, Michael," she said.

"Stand up, fuck toy."

She stood up slowly, groaning. I helped steady her with a hand on her arm, then brought out a long chain. I clipped her wrist restraints together in front of her then slid the chain through the rings in it. I locked one end to her left ankle, and the other end to her right ankle, then stepped back and admire my handiwork.

Gwen looked at me with a pouty expression.

"What a hot looking little piece of cunt meat you are," I grinned. "If ever a creature was made to be fucked it's you."

She blushed and looked down.

"Do you know what you are?"

She didn't answer.

"Look up at me, SLUT."

She raised her eyes slowly, anxiously.

"You're sex. Pure sex."

I reached over and slipped my finger down between her legs, stroking her bare little slit.

"A thousand cocks will slide between these tight little pussy lips before you're done, SLUT, maybe ten thousand. Ten thousand up this hole, and another ten thousand up… this."

I squeezed her ass and pressed my finger against her asshole.

"How many times did you come today, SLUT?"

"I… don't know," she gulped.

I slapped her breast and she yelped in pain.

"I don't know, Michael!" she gasped.

I squeezed her soft breasts, mashing them up and together then letting them free again.

"From now on you best have a accrete count of the number of time you climax, SLUT!" I bellowed. "Now, I want you to sit back on your heels and spread your knees wide apart. Keep your back straight, fuck meat."

She knelt awkwardly, then sat back on her heels and spread her knees apart.

"Further apart, slut meat."

She shifted them further with a little grunt.

"Keep that back straight."

I picked up the cane and ran it along her spin then moved in front of her and prodded her breasts.

"Tell me how much you love cock, fuck toy."

She looked at me in confusion. "Tell me."

"I… well… I… uh… love cock," she said.

"Very inventive, SLUT! Keep talking. How do you like cock? How do you love it? Where do you love it?"

"I uh… I love being fucked," she gulped anxiously. "I uh, I love feeling your cock…"

"Any cock, slut."

"I love any cock. I love feeling cocks. I uhm, I want to feel cocks inside me, inside my pussy…"

"And your ass."

"And in my ass," she said, blushing. "I love to be fucked in the ass with cocks. I love sucking on cocks. I love to lick at them and… and feel them sliding against my face and… and sliding against my pussy…"

She was starting to get into it now, breathing harder as she spoke.

"I adore cock. I'm a filthy whore and I love all cocks. I love feeling them pumping inside my pussy hole, and inside my asshole and in my mouth. I love to… squeeze them, and… and rub them and pump them, and make the jism spurt it over my fingers, and… and against my face and… I love it when they slide between my breasts and spurt on them and…"

"Enough," I barked.

She swallowed repeatedly and drew in shuddering breaths of air.

"I want you to lean over and lick my feet."

She drew in a deep breath of air and trembled, then looked down at my bare feet.

"Lick them, slut meat. Show me how devoted you are to your master."

She made a face.

"Now, shut!"

She jerked, then bent over, looking at my feet for a few seconds. Then she pressed her lips close and kissed the top of my right foot. I felt her little pink tongue slide out and lick along the top lightly.

"Big licks, slut meat. Lick everywhere. Clean it with your mouth."

She licked harder, lapping along my foot to my ankle, then back again.

"Lick at my toes, suck on them."

"Michael," she moaned, pulling back a little.

"Now, slut meat."

She moaned softly, and then slid her tongue down to my toes. I raised the front of my foot a bit and she slipped her lips around my big toe and sucked on it, first gently, then with growing strength, slurping and licking at my toe as I grinned down at her.

"Lick between the toes too, slut meat, fuck toy lick them good. Clean them out."

She slurped away at my toes, her tongue sliding everywhere. I lifted one of my feet and made her lick at the bottom, sliding her tongue over the heel.

"Tramp," I grinned. "Filthy little slave slut. You're a slave, a sex slave, my sex slave, and I can do anything I want to you."

I pulled back and she raised her head, her eyes wide.

"Turn around, fuck toy. Turn and stick your ass up. Show me your slit."

She swallowed deeply, then turned around on her knees and stuck her ass into the air.