Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

I moved out of the house, leaving Gwen behind for now. I returned every day, of course, fucking her, making her do her tricks, making her jerk off and dance for me, and caning her when she broke some minor rule of mine.

I gave her an assignment, though. She was to think of girls for me to grab, the most beautiful, luscious, adorable girls she knew, ones roughly her own age. She was to go to malls and beaches, and anywhere else she needed to go to find more of these girls, to get to know them, to befriend them.

In the meantime I asked around, and found some kinky, high class clubs in the city where the really rich gathered to do disgusting things. I spent most evenings in them, learning as much as I could about the kinds of the various rich guys there, and what kind of people they were.

I wound up getting to know a rich guy named Peter Martin. He was in his late fifties or early sixties, extremely wealthy, and loved putting the whip to beautiful young women. Of course, everything in the clubs was consensual, so there was a limit to what he could do.

Even the girls who got paid to take abuse would only take so much, and there have always been few enough of the true masochistic whores with dynamite bodies willing to bear great pain for lust. So despite his great wealth, Peter was unsatisfied. I was going to do my best to capitalize on that.

Gwen was wearing a pair of loose shorts and a halter top when I showed up at my parents house. But this time I wasn't alone. I wanted her to get used to fucking people other than me, to being nude around others. That had been a part of her education I had failed in to date, and something I needed to take care of.

She was a bit confused when I walked in with Mark Phipps I hadn't told her that I was bringing anyone. As for Mark, I'd promised him a hot, nympho whore who would do anything. I hadn't told him she was my sister, or anything about how she'd become like she was.

"Hi, Michael," she said with an anxious smile.

"Hello, gorgeous," I said.

I walked up to her and slid my arms around her, kissing her deeply, sliding my hands down onto her ass and squeezing.

She was tense and anxious, probably wondering how she should act in front of a stranger. After all, she was my sister, and had to be afraid people would find out about that. And that was quite aside from the ordinary shyness a teenager who'd never exposed herself to anyone but her brother would feel.

I pulled back and slipped my arm around her waist as I turned to Mark.

"What'd I tell you, Mark? Is she gorgeous or not?"

"Oh yeah," he said, looking her up and down.

Gwen smiled shyly.

"She is one of the most natural little sluts you've ever met in your life," I said. "Maybe the most natural. Plus, she's got a body to die for. Don't you, beautiful?"

I slipped around behind her and hugged her, then slid my hands up to cup her breasts.

She stiffened with a gasp, but didn't say anything. Obviously she had no idea what to do. She didn't dare refuse me anything, yet was quite embarrassed at being groped in front of a man who was a complete stranger to her.

I mashed her breasts together as she stood there, quivering, then pulled my hands back behind her and untied her halter. Her arms came up for a second, as though to cup her breasts.

"Hands down," I whispered.

Her hands lowered and I slipped the halter off her, baring her breasts.

"What do you think?"

"Maaaan," Mark said, eyeing my sister's gorgeous breasts.

I cupped them and squeezed them.

"These are a set of the finest shaped tits I've ever held," I said. "Give a feel."

I pulled my hands back and Mark stepped forward, eyeing Gwen uncertainly.

"You don't mind if Mark squeezes your tits, do you, Gwen," I said.

"N… no," she breathed.

Mark reached up and cupped them gently, then squeezed them, lifting them upwards. I looked over her shoulders and watched his fingers squeezing the soft round flesh.

"Nice, huh?"

"Gorgeous," Mark gulped.

I slid my hands on to her belly then eased one down between her legs, cupping her crotch through her shorts. I rubbed her pussy as Mark squeezed her breasts, then slid my hand down the front of her shorts and over her cunt mound, rubbing my fingers along her slit.

Somewhat to my surprise, rather than being stiff with fear, her body was melting against me, her pussy moist and steaming. I rubbed her clit as she sighed and laid her head back against my shoulder.

"What a hot little fuck toy," I grinned.

I eased back then pulled her shorts down. She had no panties beneath, and groaned as Mark eyed her naked slit.

"Shaved slit," I grinned. "Nice, huh?"

Mark dropped to his knees in front of her, his fingers stroking her slit. He peeled it open and began to tongue her cunt cleft as she gasped and whimpered and started humping in wild pleasure. She came in less than a minute.

Mark and me took turns with her, and joined in together. We took her on all fours, with him fucking her pussy and me fucking her mouth. Then she climbed on my cock while Mark fucked her up the ass. She loved it, and came repeatedly.

Over the next week I brought other guys over, one, two, even four, and Gwen danced for us, jerked off for us then milked our cocks dry.

Finally, I brought Peter over. I had warned her beforehand that Peter was someone I wanted her to work especially hard to please, and that, unlike the other guys I'd brought over, this one would be more than straight sex.

I had gotten Peter over by telling him something about Gwen, not that I'd trained her, not that she was my sister, but that I had a slave who would serve me utterly, a gorgeous young nymphet who would obey my every wish.

She greeted us in shackles, on her knees, and licked our shoes as we stood together over her. Peter was extremely excited from the first sight of gorgeous Gwen, and his cock bulged as she slid her face up his thighs and undid his pants.

I let her blow him there on her knees, swallowing his juice, then put her through her paces for him, changing positions rapidly, begging, jerking off with her fingers and a dildo.

Then, as the final act, I made her assume the position, with her hands behind her head and her back arched, and used the cane on her breasts, then on her pussy, making her come.

Peter was so hot after witnessing this he jumped atop her and fucked her wildly for half a minute before dumping his juice into her pussy.

I then placed her against the wall, shackled her wrists above her head, put the hood over her head, and began to talk to Peter about how I might, for the right price, be able to find him a girl similar to Gwen.

Both of us talked around the idea of where such a girl would come from, of whether or not she would be willing to do as Gwen did, or whether she'd be forced to.

Since I told him it would take me about a month to train such a girl I think he had no doubts she would be an unwilling captive, at least at first. I don't think he wanted to know, though, just so long as the girl would be as obedient and beautiful as Gwen was.

"Describe to me your perfect slave," I said.

He looked at Gwen, licking his lips. "That one comes pretty close," he said.

"She's not for sale. She's… special."

"Well, one just like her, maybe bigger breasts, and a redhead, a natural redhead, without the shaved slit. That's attractive, mind you, but… I want to see her red fur."

I nodded.

"Big, big nipples," he said, "Pierced, with rings in them, and a ring in her clit. Big blue eyes, but stupid, real dumb, and obedient like her."

"I think I can find such a girl," I said.

"I'll give you… ten thousand."

I laughed. "Twenty."

"How much do you spend on whores now, Pete? I mean, you hire them every week, and what do they charge? A thousand bucks a pop? Two? More?"