By sub01

Mary and I took turns landing blows on Carol's defenseless bottom, alternating so she never got the same instrument more than three or four times in a row.  Every so often we'd switch, changing between the paddle, crop, flogger and cane.  We never let Carol know what to expect and it showed.  With each soft whistle of leather through air she cringed.  By the time we'd laid another fifty or so mixed strokes across her bottom and thighs she was sobbing and pleading for us to stop, which of course only served to inflame my passion.  I struck her harder, and harder still, until finally her bottom and thighs were so solidly red that I couldn't bring myself to land another blow.

"Have you learned your lesson, my little slut?"

Carol nodded, her eyes wet with tears.  "Yes sir!  I have!  Oh, I have!"

I slipped my hand down between her legs and pushed a finger up inside her tightness.  "Are you horny?"

"Yes!  Oh my god, yes!"

It was true.  She was soaking wet.

"Would you like me to fuck you?"

"YES!"

"Beg me then."

"Please Brian!  Oh please fuck me!"

"You can do better than that."

"Brian, oh my God!  Please, just fuck me!"  She sounded desperate now.  "Jesus Brian, just fuck me, please?  I need to cum so bad!"

I was too aroused by Carol's pleading to care that she'd lapsed back into "Brian" instead of "sir".  The only thing I cared about now was that I needed desperately to relieve my passion inside her tight warmth... and that in doing so I could enjoy one final violation of Carol's innocence.

"Please, Brian, just fuck me!"

"How?  Like this?"  I thrust the handle of the crop into her tightness.

"Mmm.  Oh Brian, please, with your prick.  Fuck me with your prick!"

I knelt down behind Carol and let my erection lie in the gentle furrow between her buttocks.  "You want it bad, don't you my little slut?"

"Oh my god Brian, you have no idea!"

I chuckled.  "Oh, I have some idea."  I nudged my cockhead between Carol's thighs, searching for her tight pussy.  "How do you want it, my little slut?  Slow and tender, or fast and hard?"

"Hard!  Please Brian, hard!"

I leaned down and whispered in her ear.  "Yes Carol, that's how sluts like you get fucked... fast and hard."  Holding her hips I thrust forward, burying myself in her luscious tightness.  Oh, how exquisite she felt!  I thrust hard inside her a few times as she groaned.  So tight, so wet.  I dug my fingers into her raw bottom and she clenched on me, whimpering.

But I wasn't interested in having her like this.  After only a few thrusts I withdrew from Carol's clutching tightness.  She groaned, her frustration obvious.

"Oh please Brian, don't tease me!"

I chuckled and nudged higher, placing my cockhead against her tighter, untried opening and pushing gently. 

"Brian!  Wait!  You're too high!"

I pushed forward more firmly, at the same time whispering in her ear.  "Actually, Carol, I'm right where I want to be."

It took a moment before she gasped.  "Brian!  I... I don't do that!"

"But you did it to Mary," I spoke softly in her ear.  "You made my sister do it, with those other men..."

"But I don't!"

I chuckled.  I could feel Carol's untried bottom hole, as tightly as she had it clenched, beginning to yield.  I felt a surge of delight.  I was still sore at Carol for what she'd done to my sister; still jealous for her turning Mary into such a slut.  Now the thought of taking Carol this way – how she so obviously didn't want to be taken – filled me with a rush of excitement.

"Ow!  Brian!"

"You earned this Carol," I growled in her ear, pressing forward harder and feeling her tightness suddenly relent.  "Now open your ass up like a good little slut."

Carol shuddered beneath me and a moment later she did open up, whether she wanted to or not.  It happened slowly, as if I were sinking into an exquisite, warm tightness that soon enveloped my cock head.  I looked down and felt a surge of lust to see the tip of my cock stretching her bottom hole open.  Her juices glistened on my cock and around her tightly stretched hole.  With a firm hold on her hips I pressed forward into her bottom, violating her inch by slow inch.

"Oh my god, Brian... oh, fuck..."

"How does it feel, my little slut?  Good?"

Carol didn't answer.  I was in her nearly all the way, and a moment later with a firm thrust I was solidly inside her, sinking deeply into her tightness right up to my balls.  A strained gasp escaped Carol's lips, but she didn't say anything.  Perhaps she couldn't.

"Oh God, you're so tight and warm!" I growled in Carol's ear.  I lay still atop her for a moment, letting her adjust to having me in her bottom.  She was clenching on me rhythmically, as if trying desperately to expel me.  But I was in her too solidly for that to happen and instead her exquisite movements on me served only to milk me to a feverish desperation.

While Carol whimpered and squirmed on me I glanced to the bed.  Mary was lying back again watching me, her cheeks flushed and a strange smile on her lips.  She had one hand buried between her legs and the other beneath her bottom, and I saw with a start that she actually had the tip of her finger inside her own bottom hole.  Our eyes met and Mary blushed.  I could tell: she was aroused by how I was taking Carol.

I began moving slowly inside Carol's tight bottom.  Or at least I tried to move slowly.  I was so aroused and her bottom hole so warmly receptive that soon slowly became not-so-slowly.  She clenched on me at every withdrawal and gasped each time I sank back in.  Her tight channel gripped me so exquisitely that I couldn't help but bury my face in the back of her neck and bite her there gently in my feverish passion.  She'd let other men have my sweet Mary like this.  Now it was her turn.

"Tell me how it feels," I growled in Carol's ear.  "Tell me, you little slut."

"It... it hurts.  Please, Brian!"

I chuckled and fucked her faster with long, deep strokes.  As I did I pulled her head back by her hair, eliciting a surprised cry from her lips.

"Well, I suggest you learn to enjoy it Carol.  This is the only way you're going to be fucked for a long, long time."  I pressed deep into her bottom, delighting in her gasp and how she clenched so tightly on me.  "From now on, getting fucked in your cunt will be a privilege... and not one that I'll grant easily.  Understand?"

Carol nodded.  But I wasn't satisfied.  I wanted to hear it from her lips.  I twisted her hair tighter.  "Tell me, Carol.  Tell me you understand."

"I...  I do," Carol gasped.  "Please Brian, you're hurting me!"

I chuckled and let go of her hair.  I began fucking her in earnest now, thrusting deeply in her bottom.  Deep enough that she winced and tensed every time I pushed in.

"Please Brian... be gentle!"

I chuckled, pressing my lips to her ear.  "Those men you let have my sister like this, in her tight little bottom... were they gentle?"

Carol didn't answer, but we both knew the truth.

"Well, then, why should I be any different?"

I enjoyed Carol's tight, untried bottom for a long time.  When her channel became too reluctant I slipped a hand beneath her and gathered more of her pussy juices.  She was still soaking wet, and she even moaned as I brushed her clit.  How lovely.  I thrust deep and then withdrew, and Carol gasped as I vacated her bottom.  She wasn't empty for long, though.  I thrust two fingers into her, wet with her pussy juices.  I gathered more from between her legs and coated my cock, and then without pretense I buried myself back inside her.

"Ow!  Brian!"

I fucked her hard and fast now, my passion at a feverish pitch.  I knew I wasn't going to last long.  With a passionate growl I took hold of Carol's soft blonde hair and pulled her head back again, eliciting a pained squeal.  I could see her face in the mirror at their dressing table.  Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes downcast as if she couldn't bear to meet my gaze while I did such an unthinkable thing to her.

"Look at me Carol."

She pursed her lips but wouldn't look up.  I thrust deeply inside of her, tightening my grip on her silken tresses.

"Look at me, you little slut!"

With a grimace she looked up and met my gaze in the mirror.  Reluctant.  Embarrassed.  I smiled and leaned forward, kissing the top of her head and smelling her sweet fragrance as I sodomized her.

"My sister isn't yours any more," I grunted in her ear.  "Understand?"

Carol nodded.  I twisted her hair awkwardly, drawing from her sweet lips another pained squeal.

"No, say it Carol.  I want to hear it.  Tell me you understand."

"Okay, Brian!"  Carol winced as I thrust deeply.  "Please Brian, I understand!  She isn't mine any more."

"Whose is she?"

Carol hesitated only a moment.  "Yours, Brian," she said softly.  "Please Brian, she's yours."

"And you?"

Carol blushed deeper.  Her gaze faltered and I had to persuade her again with my grip in her hair to keep her eyes on mine.  "Yours, Brian," she gasped, tensing as I thrust particularly deep.  "I'm yours.  Oh God Brian, please finish!"

I smiled and relaxed my grip on her hair.  I stayed leaning over her and sodomized her faster now, deeper.  I was definitely going to finish.

I didn't last long.  At least, not nearly as long as I would have liked.  Carol's untried bottom was deliciously tight, her squirming and obvious discomfort terribly arousing, her quiet pleas for me to finish maddening.  At one point, lest her desperate words coax me over the edge too soon, I actually clamped my hand over her mouth, stifling her pleas.  She trembled, she squirmed, she gasped and moaned.  She tensed in my arms when I thrust deep, and shuddered when I withdrew.  All this and more as I had her bottom quickly and forcefully.  I wasn't interested in her pleasure, not this time.  I was interested only in my own, and to that end I fucked her faster and harder, until finally even my hand over her mouth couldn't stifle her desperate pleas.

"Brian!  Oh my God Brian, please finish!  PLEASE!"

With a growl I buried myself in Carol's bottom.  I didn't just cum.  I absolutely flooded her, spurting wildly inside her tightness.  It was as if it had been weeks since I'd cum, though it had only been since last night.  It was my passion for her, my vengeance, the excitement of having her how she so obviously didn't want to be taken.  And through it all I kept my mouth to her ear, whispering to her softly.

"You'd better learn to enjoy this, you little slut.  This is the only way for you from now on..."

*    *    *

Afterward Carol lay whimpering with the evidence of my passion leaking from her no-longer virginal bottom hole.  I slipped the chastity belt back onto her, securing the straps tightly around her hips and the crotch piece over her mound, locking it with a soft click.  She didn't protest, though she squirmed when I brushed her clit as I put the front panel into place.  I hadn't let her cum.

Before I could move to release Carol from her bonds Mary was already doing it.  She untied her lover's hair and let her head down gently, unfastened the straps from around her waist and thighs and finally, with a little key from the nightstand, unlocked the cuffs.  Carol didn't move.  She lay weakly over the punishment bench, groaning softly.  I thought it was discomfort at first, and surely that was part of it, but soon I realized it was frustration.  She had one hand between her legs and was probing in vain at the chastity belt.

Mary and I helped Carol up and to the bed.  She was a sight to behold, her lovely silken tresses mussed, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wet with tears.  Her breasts and bottom and thighs were still a rosy hue from her punishment, and between her buttocks glistened the unmistakable sheen of my passion.  She'd been well used.

We all three lay together on the silken sheets, Mary and I on either side of Carol, not saying a word, just being together.  Mary and I both stroked Carol's naked backside.  She lay face down, for her backside was too sore from the crop and cane for her to lie otherwise.  We touched her gently, stroking her, playing with her silky skin.  Why, I'm not sure, except that in the aftermath of what I'd done I just felt like I had to touch her, and caress her, and sooth her.

As I caressed Carol's soft backside, my fingers brushing her soft blonde tresses which lay askew, Mary moved her hand lower and slipped her fingers between Carol's bottom cheeks.  She explored her there, touching Carol's ravished bottom hole.  Carol was sensitive at this; she tensed when Mary touched her there, and I kissed the back of her head and whispered for her to be still, that Mary would be gentle.

Mary was gentle.  She explored her lover tenderly, touching and probing.  Withdrawing her fingers for a moment she showed me with a smile that they were wet with the passion I had left there.  My cum was leaking from Carol's bottom.

"I can't believe you actually did that," Mary told Carol softly as she teased her fingers around Carol's no longer quite so tight bottom hole.  "I can't believe you actually took his prick back here, you little slut."

I couldn't believe it myself... either that Carol had taken it, or that I had done it.  I felt strangely satisfied.  Whatever Carol had done to my sister she had now received in turn.  And then some: she was still locked in her chastity belt.  I smiled and rested my hand on her bottom, just below where the leather belt encircled her waist.  I had a feeling I wouldn't be letting her out of the belt any time soon.