Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

I was going to teach this hot assed little tramp what a whore women were, what a whore she was, that she really was a fuck machine, a fuck toy, and then I was going to fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her, for all she was worth.

I felt her snatch spasming around me again, and thought, excitedly, about what a hot little piece of ass I had here, and the things that could be done with it before my parents got back. I thought all this in the blink of an eye, ramming myself into her as my juices spewed, as my come filled her box and spurted out around my rutting prick.

And then, when I staggered back, gasping, and looked at that hot pink snatch staring at me, that gorgeous ass, I knew what I had to do. Not only would it keep me safe but, if it worked would provide me with the best fuck toy a man could ever ask for.

Gwen lay there groaning, unmoving, ass sticking out invitingly as I moved to the counter and opened a drawer. She never looked around as I pulled a length of white cord from a drawer, never imagined anything was going to happen now that I'd dropped my load in her.

She was about to find out differently, about to find out what she was made for, where her talents lay.

I was going to turn my slutty little nymphet sister into the best fucking machine ever made.

Gwen groaned softly as I took her right hand and pulled it up behind her back. I looped the cord over it and tied it, then took her other hand up and crossed her wrists. I carefully looped the cord over that wrist, then back around the first one, then over that one again.

"Wh… what… are you… doing?" Gwen moaned.

I wound the cord carefully, crisscrossing her wrists, tying it snugly, but not too tight. I didn't want to cut off the circulation.

Gwen started pulling against the cord. She raised her head, gasping as she turned to try and look behind her.

I tied the last of the cord around her wrist and then gripped her arm, pulling her to her feet.

"What are you doing?" she gulped.

"I'm going to teach a slutty little girl some lessons," I said, jerking her towards the door.

"Why… why did you… you tied my hands up!" she gasped.

"Just shut up until I tell you to talk."

I led her into the living room and ordered her to sit down cross-legged on the coffee table.

"Untie me!" she demanded.

"When I'm good and ready."

I shoved her down on the table, then sat down in front of her.

She squirmed a little, pulling with first one arm, then the other.

"Stop struggling. You won't be able to get free."

"Untie me, you pervert!"

I slapped her face lightly. She gasped, her jaw dropping as she stared at me in shock and outrage.

"You will not speak to me like that, slut. You will behave in a respectful manner. Do you understand me?"

"You hit me!"

"I'll do more than that if you don't do as you're told."

"You… you bastard!"

I slapped her face again, harder, throwing her head to the side. Tears appeared in her eyes and her lips quivered.

"I said you are to behave in a respectful manner. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she sniffled.

"Yes, Michael." I growled.

"What?"

"Yes, Michael."

"Yes, Michael," she gulped, blinking her eyes rapidly.

I looked down her body and smiled.

"You are one hell of a good looking fuck toy," I said. "Do you know what a fuck toy is? Have you ever heard the expression?"

Her face colored, and she shook her head as she looked down.

"Don't look down, slut. Look at me. And don't shake your head. Answer yes, Michael, or no Michael. Now have you ever heard of the term fuck toy?"

"No, Michael," she sniffled.

"A fuck toy is a girl who is designed and built for men to use for their pleasure. A girl with a great body, a pretty face, and the mind of a nymphomaniac. Do you know what a nymphomaniac is?"

She nodded her head and I scowled, and slapped her face again.

"Yes, Michael." Gwen sobbed.

"What is a nymphomaniac?"

"Uh… it's uhm… a girl who… has a lot of sex."

"No. It's a girl who is a slut in her mind, a girl who lives and breathes sex, who exudes sex, who's very essence is sex. It's a girl who lusts all the time, who's pussy is always hot and wet and ready for fucking."

I slid my hand in between my legs and cupped her pussy Gwen gasped and jerked.

"A nympho is a girl who is mad at someone, who comes in her pants when that someone sticks his hand down her pants and rubs her pussy. A nympho is someone who acts like a brat just so her brother will pull her across his lap and spank her bare ass."

I had my middle fingers up her hole now, and stroked my thumb across her clitty as she looked down at my hand.

"Look at me when I'm speaking, slut," I snapped.

She jerked her head up, frowning. "Don't call me that," she whined, face red.

"Slut is a state of mind. You're a slut."

I reached out and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it as I fingered her snatch. She squirmed anxiously.

"A girl like you, Gwen, was made for fucking. You were made to have men stuffing their cocks into every orifice of your body, to wrap these long, gorgeous legs of yours around men's bodies while they thrust into you."

"You were made to slide those pretty lips around a man's cock, to suck and lick as it slid in and out of your mouth."

I slid my hand off her breast and up to her face. I stroked her cheek, then pressed my fingers against her mouth.

"Have you ever sucked a cock, Gwen?"

She shook her head briefly, wide-eyed. I almost slapped her, but didn't want to spoil the mood. She was listening to every word I was saying.

"You've never felt a man's soft skin between your lips, never felt his heart pounding through his cock as it slides back and forth over your tongue?"

I slipped my finger into her mouth and she looked down at it, blinking.

"Suck it little slut. Suck that finger for me, slut girl."

She whimpered, then dosed her eyes briefly. Her lips closed around my finger then and she sucked as I pumped it in and out of her mouth.

"Lick it, slut girl… fuck toy. Lick it… near the top, that's it, slut. Lick that funger. You have such gorgeous lips… so full… made to caress a man's cock."

She moaned around my finger, her pussy hot and wet as my fingers pumped in and out mouth. She squirmed more and more on the table, her breathing growing more ragged.

"Suck my finger, baby. Suck it for me. Hot little slut. Slut meat. That's what you are. Slut meat. A walking, talking piece of cunt meat ready for fucking."

Her eyes were wide, and my words were dearly shocking to her, shocking and… apparently, excliting. She moaned and whimpered around my finger, grinding her ass down, twisting her pussy against my finger.

I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and her pussy, and exchanged them. For a moment she just blinked her eyes, then she squirmed, jerking her head away when she tasted her pussy cream on my fingers.

"Phaaahhhtfhh," she said, spitting and sticking her tongue out.

"Don't do that, slut meat. You were meant to taste pussy milk, to drink sperm, to suck men's balls and cocks and lick at pussies and clits. Suck it. Suck your cunt cream."

"Nooo," she moaned.

"Do as you're told. Obey me."

"Michael," she whined.

"Suck it, whore!"

I jammed my finger against her lips and she opened them, wrinkling her face distastefully as my finger slid over her tongue.

"Suck, bitch. Suck it. Lick it."

She obeyed, squirming again as I fingered her clit and pumped my fingers inside her.

"Maybe you want a real cock in your mouth. Is that it, fuck toy? IS that it?"

I pulled back, then stood up. She stared at my hands as I undid my pants and pulled the zipper slowly down. I took my pants off this tine, and then skinned off my shirt as well. I ran my fist up and down my cock, squeezing it as she stared.