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A young woman develops an interest in kinky sex, but who is she going to
trust to tie her up and abuse her but her own brothers.
The next day when I saw my brother parking his car I ran upstairs,
leaving behind a little note, and a ski mask. The note was clear and
short. It said that he should put on the ski mask, come upstairs, tear
my clothes off, and rape me.
For the occasion I had on one of my old bras and an old pair of panties,
a T-shirt, and a pair of gym shorts I never wore. My heart was pounding
in my chest as I waited for him to show up.
I stood by my dresser and pretended to be brushing my hair while I
waited. Every little creak and noise I heard made me gasp and look
around. He was sure taking his time.
Then the door to my bedroom was flung open, smashing into the wall with
a bang that startled me and made me scream. I whirled to see Rob wearing
the ski mask.
He stalked towards me as I stared at him in pretended fear.
"I'm gonna fuck you, bitch," he growled.
I jumped away from him but he grabbed me. I wrestled away and tried to
crawl under the bed but he caught me by the ankle and dragged me out
from underneath.
He jumped on top of me, rolling me roughly onto my back. I tried to
punch at him but he pinned my arms to my sides and pressed his legs
against them to pin them there as he sat straddling my body and leering
down at me.
"You sure look like a tight little slut to me," he sneered, his hands
sliding up my belly and onto my breasts.
"Let me go!" I cried.
"Shut your mouth, slut," he ordered.
He gripped the front of my T-shirt and ripped it open, then grabbed my
bra and tore it apart, baring my breasts.
I let out a cry of shock as he tore my clothes off, my mind humming with
sexual desire as he sank his fingers into my soft round flesh. He
squeezed them hard, then bent and bit down on one of my breasts.
I cried out again, writhing beneath him, but he only laughed.
"I'm gonna fuck your tight little cunt, baby," he said.
He shifted his position atop me to get at my lower body, and I rolled
and kicked out at him, getting him in the stomach. For a moment I was
free, and tried to get to my feet. He jumped me, his arm going around my
throat and jerking me back hard against his body.
I gasped, finding it hard to breath as his arm pressed hard against my
throat. His other hand groped one of my breasts as he bent me backwards.
"Think you can get away from me, you stinking little whore," he growled
cruelly. "I'm gonna stuff my cock down your mouth and drown you in jism!"
We were on our knees, my body pressed against his. I gurgled helplessly,
thrilled by his words as he turned and flung me belly down over the edge
of the bed. His arm jerked away from my throat and he grabbed my shorts
in both hands, ripping them apart, tearing them right off me.
His hand jammed in between my thighs and squeezed my pussy hard, then he
ripped my panties off.
"Ahh, lookit this fur pie," he sneered, gripping my bare mound. "Nice
soft, cunt meat for the taking!"
He grabbed me by the hair and jerked me back, hard enough that I yelped
in pain. He flung me on the floor and knelt between my splayed legs,
undoing his pants and jerking them down.
"Ready for it, bitch?" he growled. "Ready for my bone?"
He pulled out his hard erection and waved it at me, then pressed it
against my pussy opening. I started to twist away and he grabbed me by
the throat, forcing me back down flat.
"Don't move, whore, or I'll beat the shit out of you," he hissed.
He gripped my thighs and dragged my bottom a little closer, then let my
legs drop again and pressed his cock firmly against my moist, warm pussy
crack. He thrust in hard, then dove atop me. His cock drove deep, and I
cried out in pain as he crushed me to the floor and buried his cock in
my quim.
He mashed his lips down hard against mine, his hand seizing a thick hank
of my hair and jerking my head back as he crushed my breast painfully
hard with his other hand.
He humped hard and fast, tearing his cock around in my belly as I gasped
and cried out in dazed pleasure and pain. I tasted blood on my lips as
his mouth crushed mine. His hips almost bounced against me, his cock
tearing in and out of my burning fuck opening.
"Fucking whore!" he growled. "Stinking bitch! Take my cock, bitch! Take
my cock! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Fucking whore! Fucking cheap fuck-hole!"
My insides were burning up, and every time his cock stabbed up into me I
felt a startling blast of jagged heat. I gasped and grunted and moaned
as he fucked me hard, hardly able to think as my mind spun under the
crackling sexual heat pouring through me.
I bucked and shook, my legs bouncing on the floor as he hammered his
cock down into me with unrestrained violence and energy. He pulled back
and grabbed the backs of my legs, then jerked my legs up and slammed
them back against my chest.
He shifted his grip down along my legs to just above my ankles,
straightening them and slamming them back over my shoulders. I cried out
as my back ached, as my bottom was pulled into the air. He laughed and
pounded his hips down against my bottom with furious heat, my bottom
springing up and down under the hammer blows of his muscular hips.
Fire raced through my mind and I cried out as I came. A shockwave tore
through me, reverberating back and forth inside my body as I thrashed
and bucked and my mind spun. The universe turned out and I basked in the
luscious, glorious pleasure slashing through my body.
Nothing existed by the pleasure and the hard furious pounding of his
hips against me and his cock inside me.
I slowly came out of it, groaning as my eyes fluttered blearily. My body
continued to shake under the hard pounding Rob was giving me, and I
groaned as I tried to focus my eyes on him so - so high above me.
I felt my insides turning over, twisting and roiling in desire and
burning sensual delight. I could hardly think with the waves of lust
still washing over me. His cock was just - ramming down my pussy tunnel,
pistoning in and out and like a jack hammer.
I came again, a long, warbling groan of ecstasy escaping my lips as I
felt him increase the temp of his movements even more. My head jerked
spastically, unable to even move because my ankles were jammed against
the sides.
Then he stopped, groaning, his cock buried in my bubbling stewpot. He
slowly let his weight off my ankles, letting them rise, letting my
bottom ease back towards the floor.
He let my legs up and then dropped them on the floor. I lay unmoving,
groaning weakly. He grabbed my breasts roughly, squeezing them, then he
gripped my wrists and jerked my hands up together on my belly.
He reached down to his pants, which were around his knees then, and
pulled out a tie from the pocket. He made me press my hands together
like I was praying then wrapped the tie around them several times before
pulling it up between my wrists, to bind them even tighter together. He
tied off the tie then got to his feet, pulling his pants, shoes, and
shirt off.
He gripped one of my wrists and jerked me up to my feet then forced me
back against one of the tall corner posts of my bed. He lifted my hands
up above me and held me there as he tied the tie off, then stepped back,
eyes hungry, my body taut, as he looked me up and down.
"I bet I could sell you to a pimp for some pretty good money," he said
with a sneer. "Hot cunt meat is always worth money."
He cupped my pussy and squeezed it hard enough to make me wince.
"You'd probably even like that, wouldn't you, slut? You'd get to fuck
ten or twenty guys every night, get to give blow jobs in alleys and let
bums come in your face."
He walked out of the room for a minute, leaving me standing there,
struggling weakly, my wrists bound immovably against the post. It felt -
weird, but exciting, my bare bottom pressed back against the cool, round
wood, my arms held high above me, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
He came back with a small box in his hand, then set it down on the bed
behind me.
"Tell me where you hide the money, slut," he demanded.
"No!" I cried.
He squeezed one of my breasts until I gasped in pain.
"Show respect for your betters, slut girl," he growled.
He seized my hard pink nipple and pinched it, pulling it out from my
body, making my breast pull out in a narrow cone as I winced and
squirmed in pain.
He let it go, then reached behind me to the box and pulled out - an ice
cube. I stared at it as he held it in his fingers.
"Where's the money, bitch?"
"Fuck you," I gasped.
He pressed the ice cube against the center of my chest, then slid it
under my left breast. I gasped and tried to twist away, then kicked out
at him, knocking him back. He moved in again, pressing his leg against
mine to pin them back to the bed, then he rolled the ice cube around and
around my nipple.
He slid it over to my other breast, rolling it all over it. The ice cube
was melting, and the cold water trickled down my breasts and onto my
belly. He laughed as I gasped and squirmed, sliding the cube down my
belly, then up the side of my ribs and under my arm.
"Talk, whore! Tell me where the money is."
"No!"
He slid the cube right down onto my pussy. I gasped and squirmed, trying
to kick out at him as he forced it through my pussy lips and his fingers
jammed it up into my pussy tunnel.
"Stop! No! Oohh! Don't! Take it ooout!" I cried.
His fingers pushed up my pussy tunnel to the knuckles, shoving the ice
cube high inside me.
"Maybe that'll cool your hot little pussy off, tramp," he snickered.
He stepped back and I tried to shake the ice cube out, lifting my feet
one at a time, dancing in place as the cube shifted slowly inside me.
"Ohhh! It's cooold! It stings!" I whined.
"Tell me where your money is and I'll take it out!"
"Fuck you! Bastard!"
He laughed and got something else from the box. It was a candle. He took
out a lighter and lit it, then waved it slowly back and forth in front
of my eyes.
"Ready to change your mind?" he grinned.
"What are you gonna do?" I asked warily.
He put the candle near my nipple and I swallowed nervously.
"Don't you dare burn me," I said.
He tilted the candle and some wax dribbled off and onto my nipple. I
yelped in pain as the hot drops stung my nipple.
"Ready to be an obedient little whore?"
"Bastard!"
He tilted the candle again and more wax dribbled onto my nipple. It
hardened almost instantly against the straining pink bud. He shifted the
candle to my other nipple, and again stung it with wax that quickly
built up around it. My nipples burned a little, but there wasn't any
real pain.
He crushed the hard wax, breaking it away from my first nipple, and
baring it, then dribbled more wax onto it. He blew the candle out, then
reached into his box and pulled out something else. It was a banana. He
took out a little jar and rubbed some gooey cream onto the tip and top
of the banana, then pressed it against my pussy hole.
I gasped as he lifted one of my legs up and jammed the banana into my
pussy. The creamy stuff was slippery, and he was able to force the thick
banana halfway up me without much difficulty.
He pumped the banana into me as he held my leg up, leering at me as I
panted and groaned. He shoved it up deeper, and I groaned as my body
began to throb with pleasure once again.
"Yeah, lookit the little slut get off on the banana," he sneered.
"S-stop iiit," I groaned.
"I can do anything I want to you, whore," he said. "Anything at all."
He let my leg drop and abruptly turned me around to face the bedpost. He
slapped my buttocks, making me yelp in pain.
"Talk, bitch. Tell me where the money is," he demanded.
He pulled on my hair, making me cry out, then he slapped my buttocks
again, then again. The banana was still stuffed deep into my pussy hole
as his hand cracked against my bottom, and my pussy squeezed and sucked
on it as the fiery sexual lust built up higher and higher inside me.
Every time he slapped my bottom I jerked forward, and the post mashed up
between my legs. I groaned and humped against it deliberately, grinding
my snatch and the banana against the hard wood as Rob slapped my bare
buns red.
"Wish I had a bull whip," he said. "That'd put you in your place, little
whore."
I raised one of my legs, curling it around the bedpost as I ground
myself against it. My pussy burned higher and hotter, and I grunted with
pleasure each time his hand cracked against my bottom. My pussy was
throbbing with lust, and my mind was starting to spin out of control.
Rob stopped, then reached above me, untying one end of the tie, then
pulling my wrists higher still, forcing me up onto my toes. He tied them
there again, and I tried to curl my leg around the post. Rob jerked it
down, then he jerked my hair back again.
"Maybe you need more than just a spanking, you whore," he growled.
I didn't know what he meant at first. I was floating on a wave of
pleasure and wild, dark, thrilling sexual heat.
Then something cracked hard against my bare behind. It wasn't his hand,
and hit harder. I cried out in genuine pain, twisting my head around to
see him holding his belt, doubled up in his fist.
He swung it down against my bottom and again I cried out, the pain sharp
and biting.
"Owwww! Stop it!" I cried.
Again the belt lashed across my buttocks. Again there was a blast of pain.
"OWww! No! Stop! Agghh!" I cried as the belt whipped against my buttocks
again and again.
I pulled at the ties, but they held fast. I danced and jumped from foot
to foot, unable to do much because of how tight I was stretched. The
belt bit into my buttocks, hurling me forward against the post
repeatedly, mashing the end of the banana into the wood as I cried out
in pain.
Rob jerked back on my hair, pulling my head way back as he bent over me.
"Is this what you need, slut?" he demanded. "Is this what turns you on?"
His hand gripped my pussy, jerking on the banana, rubbing it against my
hardened clitty. Steam fairly poured from my pussy, almost as hot now as
my buttocks. Before, everything had been completely safe, a game that
was under my control. Now that belief in control had gone and with it a
sparkling, hot sense of danger, of helplessness.
Rob bit down on my throat and squeezed one of my breasts hard, then drew
back and slashed the belt across my bottom again.
I cried out in pain and pleasure both, my pussy mashing into the wood as
the belt hurled my hips forward. The pain was not as raw now. My bottom
throbbed with heat, and the heat seemed to shield me from the biting
ache. What would he do?! Anything he wanted! I couldn't stop him!
Again and again the belt lashed across my buttocks, and now, without
that sharp pain, I started to concentrate more on my pussy, more on the
pleasure coursing through my veins.
I raised my leg again, curling it around the post as I mashed my pussy
and the banana against it. The belt cracked across my buttocks
repeatedly, and my mind spun as the orgasm roared upwards to explode
inside my skull.
The orgasm hit as Rob shifted his aim. The belt hit right across my
shoulders, almost knocking me breathless. The next blow hit the middle
of my back, then my lower back. I was - it - It was like all my
fantasies had come to life, like I was really being whipped, and the
orgasm roared through me like a freight train.
It was more powerful than any I had ever experienced. It rocked me to
the core of my being, sending my nervous system into meld-down as I
screamed in pleasure.
I totally lost it, mashing my pussy against the wood with all my
strength as Rob beat my buttocks and back with the belt.
I trembled and shook, my mind paralysed by the stunning force of the
climax that was shaking me. It went on and on, a prolonged firestorm of
sexual gratification that threatened to burn out my nervous system with
its power.
Never before had I experienced anything like this. The orgasm seemed to
last forever. I couldn't breath, couldn't think. I quivered like a leaf
in a windstorm, my left knee drawn back as my pussy bounced and vibrated
against the post and the belt cracked down on my back and bottom.
Rob stopped, and my orgasm slowly faded. I was almost insensible, my
mind burned out from lack of air. My face was pressed against the post,
my eyes closed as I groaned weakly.
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From the ebook: Her Brothers' Slut, by Argus
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