Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

"You want a cock, slut?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me, Michael!" she moaned.

I gripped her legs and lifted them, pressing them back against her chest, lifting her ass. I crossed her ankles and held them with one hand, forcing them way back, lifting her behind as I rubbed my cock-head along her slit.

"I'm gonna fuck you, bitch!" I hissed. "I'm gonna fuck your hot, hungry dirty little CUNT!"

I jammed my cock into her, then leaned over, letting her legs come apart, gripping an ankle in each hand. Then I thrust down hard, smashing my cock through the tight, soft, wet folds of cunt flesh, hammering my hips into her upturned buttocks as I sheathed my tool inside her.

She screamed, then started jerking and shaking, humping wildly up at me, sobbing and gurgling in orgiastic pleasure as her cunt sucked and pulled on my meat.

I rose up over her, jamming her ankles down over her shoulders, then fucking, fucking harder and faster, slamming my pelvis down, stabbing my prick down into her with furious speed and power.

She stopped jerking for about twenty or thirty seconds, then cried out again, her head thrashing as she started humping up again. She was coming again! I continued to ram my tool into her as she came, then stopped, then came again.

I couldn't hold out too long because of how hot I was feeling, but I rode her through four orgasms before my juice spewed out. I gasped in pleasure as my cream fire-hosed out, wad after wad spitting down into her hungry little womb.

I rode that little bitch to the verge of unconsciousness, filling her full of cream. Her ass was red from my pounding hips as I backed off. I let her legs down slowly, then sat back on my heels, looking down at her.

God, she had a body! She was laying on her arms, of course, since her hands were still tied behind her, and her chest was kind of sticking out, those perfect tits looking so wonderfully erotic, so full and soft and beautiful, her belly taut, smooth, her loins moist and hot, her long legs stretched out. She really was a fuck toy, a hot, creamy little sex machine.

And I was going to make sure she knew it.

I took the tape recorder away and turned it off, then lifted her to her feet and led her down the hall to the basement stairs. She moaned a little, confused, as I led her down the stairs, walking very carefully since she was still blindfolded.

She gasped as her bare feet hit the cold concrete of the basement but I forced her forward and made her stand next to a thick wood beam. I went over to a work table… not that my father ever did any work, and found a coil of rope, one I'd bought myself years before.

I turned her around roughly, then untied the cord from her wrists. I let her rub them but slapped her hands down when she tried to remove the blindfold. I'd do that myself… when I was ready.

I pushed her back against the beam, and ordered her to raise her arms.

She obeyed, and I tied the rope firmly around one wrist, then I moved behind the beam, lifting her arms and pulling them back above her behind the beam. I tied them together, then let go of the rope and went back to the table.

I got a hammer and a long nail and came back, then ordered her to lift her arms higher. I fit the nail just under her bound wrists and hammered in into the beam at a downward angle. I hammered several more nails into the back of the beam down along its length to near the floor.

Then I picked up the rope and ran it down from where her wrists were tied down to behind her belly. I hooked it under the nail there and looped it around her, cinching it in tight against her soft belly. I looped it over the nail again then brought it back around front and led it up across her body and over her shoulder.

I pulled it in back again, circled the beam am pulled it back over her other shoulder, then down across her chest so it was criss-crossed, pinning her firmly to the beam. I fed another two loops, around her waist and the beam, and one around her slender throat.

She moaned and her little ass rubbed again the beam.

I dropped the rope down behind her and hooked it under one of the lower nails, then brought it back around front, fed it under her leg and pulled it up hard so it was right into her crotch, almost against her pussy mound, then looped it over her leg and pulled it back behind the beam again.

I pulled hard, making her jerk her leg back, then fed the rope out under her other leg, then over it and back again, pulling hard. She gasped, her legs both pulled back and apart hard, her ass pinned to the beam as I tied the rope behind her.

I dropped it lower, hooking it under the lowest nail, then grabbed her left ankle and pulled it back so it was at the side of the beam. I looped the rope around it, then pulled it back again and did the same for her right ankle. I tied them off; her body was now so tight against the beam they were almost melded together.

Finally I tied it off and went upstairs. My mother had this great big mirror in her room. It wasn't fixed to the wall, but had a kind of… stand thing so it was at an angle, self supporting. I picked it up and brought it back down to the basement, then sat it down in front of Gwen, then just off to the side a bit.

Then I removed the blindfold and let her look at herself.

She moaned softly, her eyes transfixed by the sight of her lewdly bound body.

"All right, slut. I'm going out now. I'll be back, though. I'm going to buy a few toys for you, a few nice things that every hot little whore wants and needs. When I get back we'll play again. I'm willing to bet your hot little fuck hungry twat will ready to gulp down cock meat long before then."

I cupped her pussy and she moaned, trying hump against me, but unable to move at all.

"You just keep your eyes on this, slut." I snapped as I angled the mirror so that my hot sis could see her bound body better. "Look at your image, and try telling yourself this isn't a fuck toy, this isn't a cunt made for men to use, that this isn't a hot piece of cunt meat every man will want ram their cocks into."

I fingered her clit a bit, then smiled and climbed the stairs. I did indeed have some thing I wan to buy, some things that even thinking about was making my loins stir yet again.

Things like dildos and vibrators, restrain shackles, lingerie, gags and blindfolds and other bondage gear, and maybe a riding crop or a cane, or both. How much pain did little Gwen need teach her manners, to teach her obedience?

I'd had a class or two about brainwashing when I'd joined, the Corps, instructions on how Koreans and then the Vietnamese had tried brainwashing prisoners. Gwen was my prisoner now. My little sex slave, and I was going to give her kind of attitude that I wanted, the kind of attitude that would make her cream every time she spoke my name.

The stuff at the sex shop was amazing. There were dozens of dildos of every length and thickness, vibrators, weird little eggs and shit to stuff up cunts, every kind of bondage device imaginable, and even instruction books.

I spent quite a bit, because every time I saw something I imagined my luscious little sis in it, and the thought would make my crotch pulse.

I got a few teddies, G-strings, lacy little bras, and some leather shit, including a punishment hood that would wrap completely around her face, with nothing but slits under her nose to let her breath and a zipper over her mouth.

I got all kinds of kinky shit, including some punishment devices. I got a buggy whip, which was long and light, and a riding crop, which was shorter and heavier. I got two sizes of cane, a paddle, a flogger, and even a coiled bullwhip. I also got some clamps and weights.

In the electrical department I got a stun gun, a bigger, heavier blocky device that plugged into the wall, which had numerous wires I could attach to her, and a little gizmo that could be shoved up her pussy or asshole, and which could be set off by a remote control.