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Subject: {ASSM} 'A Master's Ring' by ElSol (43/???)
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Chapter 43

	The scream from the living room penetrated into my room making
Janet flinch.
	"I'm sorry," she said pushing the shorts she was wearing down her
legs.
	"Why?" I asked.
	She pulled her shirt over her head preventing any speech for a
moment. Wearing only a small pair of panties, she sat down on the bed.
Another scream from Malia made her squirm restlessly and her plump breasts
shook in reaction.
	"I guess I'm actually supposed to distract you," I said jokingly.
	"No," she said looking down and picking at the bed sheet. "It's
just that I should have done something about Malia before it got this far.
You shouldn't have to deal with this in your house."
	"What could you have done, Janet?" I asked.
	"Sent her home," she said turning her brown eyes to me.
	"It wasn't your responsibility," I said getting closer to the bed.
	Janet was sitting on the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs, she
reached out to grab my hardening dick. Her hands tugged me forward until I
stood between her knees. She stroked me with both hands until I was
completely hard. One hand reached underneath to cup my testicles, while
the other continued its loving attention on my dick.
	"Yes, it was, David," she said looking up at me. "I'm the one that
Doris Alex assigned to make Heather and Malia's transition easier. I was
too focused on my own problems, and on Heather to be decisive about
Malia."
	I stroked her cheek.
	"I should have noticed that you and her weren't getting along. She
spent more time trying to get Michael's attention than yours. Like Doris
Alex said, not every Sibling and Brother click but that's ridiculous," she
said angrily. "I'm a better Sibling than that."
	I put my hand behind her head and pulled her forward while taking
a step back. She knelt in front of me and opened her mouth to take my dick
inside of her body. Her eyes closed as she savored the feel of my heat in
her mouth. Janet sucked hard and moaned.
	"So what happened that you missed it, Janet?" I asked when she
drew back and released my dick from the wonderful encasement of her mouth.
	"The twining attempt between Heather and Malia was breaking down,"
she said. "It was hurting Heather so much, especially because it wasn't
like most twining failures. Look at Susan and Stephanie, their twining
failed but they came out of it like they were soul mates. Heather and
Malia are barely friends, David. Malia doesn't seem to care, but Heather's
been crying herself to sleep every night. She's needed me with her.
Someone fucked this up so badly!"
	"They're very different," I said.
	She put her hands on my hips and pulled me closer. She dropped her
head so that her forehead rested against me. She took a deep breath,
turned her face, and rested her cheek on the inside of my hip.
	"Opposites twin all the time, David," she said softly.
	"I'm not talking about Heather being a very serious person, and
Malia being all beach-party fun, Janet," I said stroking her hair.
	Her hand grabbed my dick and stood it straight up. I felt the wet
touch of her tongue.
	"Heather and Malia need Brothers differently," I said as she
sucked on the head. "They don't relate to any of us in the same way.
Everything Heather needs scares the hell out of Malia."
	She blew on me making me shiver from the coolness.
	"It was also me, David," she whispered. "I was feeling sorry for
myself."
	"You seemed very happy to me," I said pulling her a little away
from me so that I could look into her eyes.
	Janet moved back climbing onto the bed until she could lie down.
She extended her legs and took her panties off. Spreading her legs, she
played a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her finger was moist when
she placed it in her mouth and sucked it dry of her moisture.
	"Why were you feeling sorry for yourself?" I asked ignoring the
pulse of my dick as she stared at it hungrily.
	"I didn't live here," she answered faintly.
	"That was your choice, wasn't it?"
	"Not living here made it easier to hide when I couldn't be the
happy Sibling sex-pot," she replied seriously.
	"I didn't expect you to be that all the time," I told her. "Every
Sibling here has their moody days. You could have thrown an ashtray, or
challenged Melisa to a wrestling match on my bed."
	"It would have been worse living here, David," she said ignoring
my attempt at humor.
	Her eyes followed me as I walked around to the other side of the
bed. She lay back and slithered backwards until her head was almost off
the edge of the bed. I placed my dick directly above her face. Her tongue
came out to explore my hard-on; she turned onto her stomach, knelt, and
tried to swallow my dick. She gagged but kept pushing forward until I
pulled away from her. Janet's brown eyes were desperate when she looked at
me.
	"Why did you want to be the one in this room last night?" I asked
suddenly.
	Her eyes widened letting me into her soul.
	"I don't understand," she said crawling backwards warily.
	"Heather wanted... needed to serve as the vessel last night," I
said freezing her with a glare. "What did you want that had you running
for my bedroom door?"
	She looked away and shook her head.
	"Janet," I said injecting my voice with a tiny amount of menace.
	"I could have gotten what I want from you last night," she
confessed. "Rachel leaving would have pushed you to it."
	"What do you want, Janet?"
	"I want everything, David," she said staring hard at me. "I want
everything."
	"What do you mean, Sibling?" I asked.
	"Not Sibling, David," she insisted. "Not tonight! It's Janet
tonight! Just Janet!"
	"What do you mean by everything, Janet?" I asked.
	"Everything, David," she repeated. "When you were spanking us,
everyone stood with ears pressed against your bedroom doors listening.
They were doing it because they were excited about you spanking them soon,
or because you were finished with them and they wanted more. I was
counting, David. I counted every time your hand spanked someone else's ass
and I wanted it to be my ass you were striking. Everything, David! Every
time you kiss someone I want it to be me."
	She crawled forward and took my dick in her hands. Her eyes
blurred with tears.
	"I've hated it when I knew this beautiful part of your body was
fucking someone else and not me. I hate even thinking about it. I wanted
every look you gave a Sibling that made them know they were doing
something wrong to be aimed at me. Everything you feel for Rachel but
won't admit I want you to feel for me. Even the stupidest fucking things,
David, like Alyssa eating your food. Every time I see that bitch reach for
something on your plate I want to spear her hand with my fork because I
should be the only one that can do that. I want everything that has to do
with you to be mine. I want you to be mine; ONLY mine!"
	I took a step away from her.
	"Siblings aren't supposed to be this possessive, are they?" I
asked calmly.
	She beat her head against the bed a couple of times before looking
up at me. Her answer ignored my question.
	"I hate Melisa!" she said venomously. "I can't hate Heather or
even Malia, but Melisa I can hate with a passion. I hate that you feel
that her ten years of loyalty makes her special; I would have been loyal
to you. I hate that she's your First and not me. I despise every orgasm
she gave herself waiting for you, when I wasted mine on boy-band posters.
She didn't tell me about you until after you beat up those assholes on the
bus. After you rescued me, I told her I wanted you and she said you were
going to be a Brother; that she was going to be your First. She wouldn't
let me near you, and Doris Alex fucking backed her. The Brothers backed
her. Months I could've been with you, and they wouldn't let me. You would
not have gone a day without understanding that the word no does not exist
in my vocabulary for you had I been your First."
	She pounded the bed with her fists for a few seconds before boring
her eyes into me.
	"I wouldn't have failed with Rachel. I would have hated every time
you touched her but I would not have failed you. The worst though, is that
there's this place inside of you that is only for Melisa."
	"There's a place that is only yours, Janet," I told her.
	Her laugh was almost hysterical.
	"I don't care about that, David," she said with a sad shake of her
head. "There's also a place for Heather, and one for Doris Alex, and
Susan, and Jason, and fucking every Sibling that enters this house.
There's even one for Stephanie. I want each and every one of their places
to be mine, too. I want to fill you up until there's no room inside you
for anyone but me. I wake up every morning wishing your cum was my
breakfast; I go to sleep at night wishing the last thing I heard was your
breathing. Melisa could have all of that; you would give it to her. She's
your First. She's your new Jason. You would give her anything she wanted,
and I hate her for that. I hate her because you would never give those
things to me."
	I took another step back.
	"So what do we do now?" I asked her.
	"WE do nothing, David," she said sounding like she had burned out
all of her emotions. "You do something for me and I do something for you.
Those two things are all I have left."
	"What are you going to do, Janet?"
	"A Sibling only has one choice when they hate every touch a
Brother gives another Sibling," she told me.
	"What is that?"
	She shook her head rather than reply.
	"I want you to do something for me," she said looking into my
eyes.
	I nodded carefully.
	"I want you to give me something you would never give Melisa," she
said. "I want you to do something to me that you would never do to her."
	"What do you want, Janet?" I said in clipped tones.
	"Hurt me!" she said fervently.
	"What?!?"
	"Why did Heather have to get in my way? It would have been better
last night," she said. "I could have pushed you harder than she did. You
would have taken my blood; that would make me a part of you forever."
	Her eyes flashed on the edge of insanity.
	"I can't have that anymore, but I can have this," she said
ferociously. "Hurt me, David! You would never do that to Melisa, or any
other Sibling."
	"I could hurt them," I told her.
	"You could kill them, David," she said. "You couldn't hurt them
though."
	"If it were necessary, I would," I said in a hard voice.
	"You wouldn't be fucking their ass if it was necessary to hurt
them," she told me.
	"What?!?"
	"That's what I want, David," she said. "You haven't fucked
Melisa's pretty little ass yet, that's one thing I'll beat her to. I want
you to take me. No foreplay. I want it to hurt because you would never
hurt Melisa like that."
	"Janet," I started to say but she interrupted.
	"Please, David," she begged. "It's the only thing you can give me
anymore. The only thing I can have that no other Sibling will ever have.
Please, David!"
	I was about to say no when she crawled off the bed. She stalked
towards me and knelt to lick my scrotum. Her teeth touched my hard-on then
she wet me with her saliva.
	"Please, David," she whispered taking me into her mouth and
sheathing me.
	Her eyes were glossy with tears as she pulled me out of her.
	"It's the only thing you can give me," she whispered almost to
herself as she kissed my shaft. "Take without thinking about me!"
	I would have still said no, except that she looked at me. Her
tears were flowing freely and I had to look away from what I saw in the
depths of her eyes.
	I nodded.
	"Thank you," she said ardently before releasing my dick.
	She was on the bed when I turned my eyes back to her. I climbed on
the bed and she turned so that she could rest her head on a pillow. Her
back was arched giving me her ass.
	"Please," she pleaded when I hesitated too long.
	I moved closer to her pushing my dick towards her pussy. She
blocked the penetration by putting a hand over entrance.
	"No," she hissed taking me in her hand.
	She guided me up until the tip of my dick touched her anal
opening. Her hips moved back in hard movement that drove the head of my
dick into her. She grunted in pain and squeezed me almost painfully tight
with her hand. Her head moved from side to side as I put my hands on her
hips.
	"NO!" she cried and pushed back with her hips. "Fuck me!"
	I tried to move in slowly while using my grip on her hips to
prevent her from slamming backwards. She moved from side to side trying to
slip my hold and make me take her ass fast.
	"Please, David," she begged.
	I could almost hear the tears squeezing out of her eyes. She
fought my grip even harder, to the point I thought she would do more
damage with what she was doing than with what I could do by forcing the
issue. I took a tight grip on her hips and forged forward mercilessly.
Janet's head snapped up and she screamed as my cock penetrated halfway
into her.
	"YES!" she cried putting her forehead back on the pillow. "More."
	I tried to give her body time to adjust but she pushed back. I let
go of her hips and let her drive the pace. She sank me deeper into her
body but without my impetus could not do it as hard as she wanted to.
	"DAMN IT!" she cursed.
	I grabbed her hips and sawed into her before she could try
something different.
	"Urghgur!" she gurgled sounding like she was drowning on her own
saliva as I fucked completely into her ass.
	I committed myself to what she craved at that point; Janet wanted
to hurt much more than I did not want to hurt her. The best thing I could
do for her was to give her exactly what she wanted to prevent her from
doing worse to herself. I slipped my hands from her hips to her asscheeks
and spread them. My hips moved back and powered forward, punching my dick
into her as hard as possible.
	She yelled in pain and her upper body slipped onto the bed
dropping her hips. I put my weight on her until she was lying flat on her
stomach. I pulled my hips up taking most of weight off her body then I let
gravity fuck me into her ass. Her hands clawed at the bed sheets as she
pulled them towards her chest. She managed to tear into the cloth with her
nails.
	"Now, baby," she urged around a mouthful of cloth she was biting
down on. "Hard! Take me as hard as you can."
	Her voice cracked with nearly every word that she spoke. I rested
on top of her and began with slow strokes. They hurt her but before she
could adjust to the pressure I increased the pace. Her body tried to lock
me in a death grip, fighting to keep me still and adjust to the pain. I
fought through the hold and fucked her harder.
	It was a race I could not win. Janet was a Sibling; even Malia as
afraid as she was would have found pleasure in me taking her hard. Janet
wanted to be there, wanted me pounding into her ass. I was lifting my body
so that only my dick connected us, and crashing into her ass. The pain
could not hold back the pleasure long enough though; Janet's own nature
was defeating her desire. She moved underneath me, driving upwards
striving to make the physical pain match what she felt inside.
	I thickened and she whimpered in disappointment as her body turned
the corner towards pleasure. My hips pounded into her and I let my weight
rest entirely on top of her. I remembered her words and put my teeth on
her shoulder beside her neck. She screamed one last time as I bit her; her
skin parted and I tasted blood as I came.
	The pain broke something inside of her; Janet began to sob
brokenheartedly as I pressed my hips against her ass to empty myself
inside of her. I turned us on our sides and wrapped my arms around her
neck.
	"Promise me," she forced out between sobs. "Promise me, you'll
never hurt Melisa like this. Promise me!"
	I took a deep breath and nodded into her hair.
	"I love you," she whispered.
	My arms pulled her closer to me.
	"I love you," she said one more time before losing control and
crying abjectly.
	Janet whispered 'I love you' fifty-seven times before she fell
asleep. Her tears burned my skin the entire time she cried.
	
					-----

	It was the last time Janet and I were together.
	She did not have to explain or say goodbye. Melisa did not really
matter, nor any other Sibling. If Jason had not been in my life and Janet
was the only woman I ever touched, I still could not have given her
everything. The day I accepted the black ring, I gave my life to the
Brotherhood.
	Leaving was the only thing she could do for me, I would have
continued hurting her if she stayed.

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