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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

 

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Slave Sister part four

"Back to School"

by

Norm DePloom

 

ran was awakened by a soft buzzing under her pillow.  Following her brother's instructions she got up and removed her night cloths then walked naked past her mother's bedroom to her brother's room where Dave would be waiting to have his sexual desires serviced.  As Fran walked across the room Dave laid on his side against the wall making room for his nude fourteen-year-old sister to lay down on his bed beside him.  Fran climbed into her brother's bed then laid on her back and spread her legs welcoming his hard cock into her eager cunt.  As Dave rolled on top of her Fran parted her lips and welcomed his thrusting tongue into her mouth just as his thrusting cock had been welcomed into her wet pussy.

 

The only differences in this morning's fuck from the last three mornings were that Fran had been summed to Dave's room instead of his appearing in her room and, Fran being well along the path transforming her from a fourteen-year-old virgin to an experienced sex slave, there was less rape involved in the sex.  It's more appropriate, he had told her when he installed the buzzer, for the slave to come to the master instead of the master coming to the slave.

 

Fran wrapped her legs around her brother's hips and her arms around his neck and humped her hips against his as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her large sensitive clitoris was being rubbed by the thrusting cock and brought her to the brink of orgasm almost immediately.  Dave broke off the kiss and stuffed the jockey shorts he had worn the previous day into her mouth to muffle the orgasmic screams he knew would be coming.

 

After fucking his sister through two orgasms and giving her some last minute directions for her first day back at school as a sex slave, Dave allowed her to return to her room.  Fran entered her bedroom just as her alarm was going off.  She sat on the edge of her bed for a few minutes then began to dress in the cloths set out for her by her brother.  Fran put on the short plaid skirt and the tight sweater without panties or a bra.  She was by her brother's orders no longer allowed to ware panties.

 

Fran wanted desperately to go into the bathroom and wash her thighs and pussy where the remnants of their recent fuck were drying.  She didn't dare, Dave had issued a new rule, and she was not allowed to clean herself up after sex unless given permission to by him.  She looked at herself in her full-length mirror as she combed her hair.  The skirt was just barely long enough to keep the Girls Vice-Principal from sending her home to change. The white sweater was one she had not worn for almost a year.  It was too small and just barely reached the top of her skirt.  The fabric stretched so tight over her breasts that every curve was magnified.  Fran could see her nipples growing hard under the thin material as she brushed her hair.

 

The thought of every boy in school seeing the outline of her nipples made Fran blush with anticipatory humiliation.  It also caused more lubricant to leak from her freshly fucked cunt onto her already soaked thighs.  Fran pulled the back of her skirt up when she sat at her make up table and allowed her wet cunt to rest directly on the cold wood chair.  The coolness felt good on her warm pussy.  After finishing her make up Fran waited impatiently for her brother.  She had been instructed not to leave her room until he came to inspect her.

 

Dave walked into his sister's room and sat on the edge of her bed.  The same bed in which he had raped her three days before, starting her journey into sexual slavery.  Fran submissively walked over to her brother and stood in front of him with her legs spread.  Dave lifted the front of her skirt and examined her to insure himself that she was following his instructions. Dave pinched and pulled on her clitoris until it attained it's fully engorged one half inch size then he slipped a small elastic band over it.

 

"I won't make you wear the weight today."  He informed her as he let her skirt drop down.  "But the elastic band will keep you aware of your sex organs."  Dave then pushed her tight sweater up exposing her hard nippled breasts.  After taking a few moments to pinch and pull on her nipples, making them even harder, he slipped elastic bands around each of them, then pulled her sweater back down.

 

Dave turned Fran around so she could see herself in the mirror again.  Her nipples stood out obscenely under the stretched thin sweater fabric.  Dave stood up and without a word Fran followed him from her room and down the stairs to the kitchen.  Each step caused her breasts to move inside her sweater, and each movement of her breasts caused her hard, bound nipples to rub on the cloth stretched over them.  The movement of her thighs as she walked caused her elastic bound clitoris to throb.

 

Dave sat at the kitchen table and, after serving him his food, Fran stood beside him with her legs spread and her hands held behind her back. Available for whatever 'play' he might like to indulge in while he ate. Knowing that his mother would sleep late since she was changing to the swing shift for the next week, Dave freely fingered his sister while he ate his corn flakes.

 

Fran's entire body was trembling on the verge of orgasm when Dave removed his fingers from her dripping pussy and, after depositing his bowl in the sink, preceded his sister out the back door and to his car.  Without being told to Fran scooted across the car seat and sat next to her brother with her legs spread and her skirt lifted.  Fran new this was expected of her and she was also hopping that Dave would continue to finger her on the way to school and not leave her so close to an unfulfilled orgasm.

 

Fran's wish only partially came true.  Dave did finger her on the way to school, but he was careful not to let her have an orgasm.  Fran arrived at school filled with dread and anticipation.  She expected to see every boy at school wearing the red badges sporting the large white 'FF' that gave them permission to fuck her whenever they wanted to.  She was not sure if she was relieved or disappointed when she did not see a single boy wearing one.  Her fantasy/nightmare about this day was that she would be forced into closets and fucked between every class by hordes of horny males wearing "Fran Fucker" badges.

 

Fran ran into Vickie, her best friend, outside their first period Algebra class.  Vickie stared open mouthed as Fran walked down the hallway towards her.  She could not believe that her virginal best friend was wearing a skirt that short, or a sweater that tight.

 

"God damn, girl," she said as Fran stepped up next to her, "you look really hot this morning.  You trying to give every boy in school a hard on?"  Fran blushed with embarrassment and humiliation.

 

"I didn't have anything else to wear."  Fran answered weakly "What did I miss on Friday?" she asked trying to change the subject.  Vickie gave her friend another look up and down.

 

"Turn to chapter eight." Fran pulled out her Algebra book.  The book fell open to reveal a Polaroid picture of herself on her knees in the shower with her mouth stretched over a large cock. "Oh my God.." she whispered and tried to slam the book shut before Vickie could see the picture.  Vickie managed to get her hand into the book and snagged the picture just as the book closed with a loud bang.  Everyone around them looked over at the noise. Luckily they were in a corner far enough away from the others that the picture could not be seen.

 

"Oh my God.." Vickie said as she turned into the corner to avoid Fran's hands trying to grab it back.  "And I thought I was the slutty one."  The bell rung just then and Vickie dropped the picture into her own Algebra book and went into the classroom without waiting for Fran.

 

All during the class time Fran noticed Vickie opening her book and staring intently at the picture then looking over at her.  Fran groaned inwardly it was hard to keep her mind on anything except the tight bands around her nipples and her clitoris.  She imagined that everyone was staring at her. She imagined that everyone could smell her wet pussy.  She recognized one of the boys in her class as being one of Dave's guests at Saturday's "First Weekly Fran Fuck" and wondered why he wasn't wearing a 'Fran Fucker' badge. He looked at her and smiled then stuck the tip of his tongue out between his lips and wiggled it up and down.

 

Fran blushed with humiliation ‘this obscene boy had fucked me’, she thought, ‘I've sucked his cock, he has watched me finger fuck myself’.  Fran looked down at her Algebra book and refused to look back over at him.  In her humiliation she imagined that everyone in the class knew what had happened and were staring at her in disgust.  Despite Fran's imagination most of the people in the class that noticed anything about her were wondering why a girl almost famous for hiding her body under baggy clothes would suddenly come to school dressed like...well, dressed like her friend Vickie.

 

As soon as the bell rang Vickie jumped up and almost ran out of the class. Fran tried to run after her but the boy she recognized and another one blocked her way.  Fran stopped but since they were not wearing badges she pushed past them and, ignoring their hands on her breasts and ass, tried to catch up with her friend.

 

Fran and Vickie had separate classes for the next two periods.  Fran was deeply troubled.  What she imagined Vickie was thinking about her caused more profound humiliation than her conviction that everybody was staring at her hard nipples silhouetted by her tight sweater.  Fran spent an agonizing two hours constantly aware of her nipples rubbing on the inside of her sweater and her clitoris bound by the elastic band placed their by her brother.  Her humiliation and dread were heightened by occasionally seeing one or another of the participants in Saturday's fuck party.

 

Finally it was time for gym class and Fran would get to see Vickie and try to explain what was going on.  Fran and Vickie each managed to convince the gym teacher that they needed to set out the activities that day.  While the rest of the girls began playing volleyball Fran climbed to the top row of the bleachers where Vickie sat watching her approach.  Fran was a little put off by the way Vickie watched her, it reminder her of the way the boys who attended Saturday's party looked at her.

 

"OK Fran out with it girl."  Vickie said even before Fran got seated beside her.  Fran hesitated for only a minute, then it seemed that she lost control of her mouth.  She told Vickie everything, starting with early Friday morning when her brother came into her room and raped her and ending with her going to Dave's room this morning to fuck her brother before school.

 

After an unbearably long silence Fran looked over at Vickie.  Vickie was setting with her fist pushed down between her legs rocking gently back and forth with a dazed expression on her face.  Suddenly she realized that the story was over and looked at Fran.

 

"God your lucky." She said earnestly,  "Do you know what I would give to have your brother fuck me everyday?"  It was not what Fran expected to hear. She knew that Vickie was wild and, yes, a bit on the 'slutty' side, but Fran expected at least some outrage from her.  "Do you think Dave would let me be his slave too?"  Fran felt a wave of unexpected jealousy surge over her. She almost said 'Why would my brother want a whorey little slut like you for a slave.' But she bit her lip at the last second.

 

"I don't know." Was all she said.

 

"Show me."  Vickie said looking at Fran.

 

"Show you what?" Fran pretended not to know what Vickie wanted to look at.

 

"You know." Vickie responded.

 

"Not here."  Fran's voice began to take on a pleading quality, like it had when her brother ordered her to do something she didn't want to do.

 

"Yes.  Right here, right know."  Vickie's voice took on a sudden air of command.  Fran looked at her friend then slowly stood up and with her back to the gymnasium full of volleyball playing girls lifted the front of her sweater so her friend could see her engorged sensitive nipples held tight by elastic bands.  Vickie reached up and gently ran her fingers over her friend's red swollen nipples.  She heard Fran moan as the nipples grew even harder under her fingers.  When Vickie reached under her skirt Fran spread her legs without objection.

 

Vickie's fingers handled Fran's swollen tender clitoris with a gentleness Fran had never felt before.  She almost fell forward onto her friend's lap and only managed to remain standing by putting her hands on Vickie's shoulders.  Fran summoned all of her will power and pulled away from her friend's marvelous fingers and sat back down beside her.  They sat silently for several minutes.

 

"I want you."  Vickie said finally with blunt honesty.  Fran's mind whirled from confusion, humiliation and lust.

 

"No.  I can't." Fran finally answered in a low husky voice that gave away her inner desires.

 

"You mean you don't want to."  Vickie said her voice full of hurt and reproach.

 

"No.  I can't.  You don't have a badge."  Fran looked down at the floor in front of her trying to hide her tears of humiliation.  "I have to fuck anyone that has a badge and I cannot fuck anyone that does not have a badge."  Tears were now rolling down her face.  "If Dave finds out that I even let you feel me I will be punished."  Vickie took her friends hand then stood up.

 

"Come with me." She said and pulled Fran after her headed for the girl’s shower room.

 

Ms Marshall, the gym teacher had been watching the two girls high in the bleachers.  She wondered about their intense conversation, and was suspicious when one stood in front of the other blocking her view.  When she saw them headed for the girl's shower room she waited for three or four minutes then followed.  The petite muscular 'handsome' woman opened the door to the girl’s shower room and slipped in as quietly as she could.  She moved around behind an equipment rack where she could see the two young girls without being seen.

 

"Come on Fran, there's nobody here except us.  Dave will never know.  Just take your clothes off and let me look."  Fran was trembling with lust and fear.

 

"He always knows."  She replied.  Ms Marshall watched as Vickie stepped up to Fran and pulled her sweater over her head exposing her firm young breasts topped with swollen red nipples.  She slipped her hand down the front of her gym shorts as Vickie unbuttoned Fran's skirt and let it drop to the floor.

 

Fran's large clitoris was swollen to almost twice it normal one half inch size by the elastic band around it's base.  It looked like a bright red miniature penis.  Her cunt lips glistened with her copious vaginal secretions.  So, Ms Marshall thought as she rubbed her own clitoris, the rumors are true.  I'm going to have to find this Dave person.

 

Ms Marshall felt her own excitement growing as Vickie, after staring in awe at her best friends voluptuous body quickly stripped off her own skirt and blouse and engulfed her in a passionate embrace.  Ms Marshall's muscles tightened then relaxed as she watched the two young girls kiss deeply as their hands roamed over each other's bodies.  She wiped her fingers off on a towel then quietly slipped out of the room.  She was anxious to get home and share this with her lover.

 

When the bell rang Vickie and Fran frantically put their cloths back on and were just leaving the shower room when the crush of sweaty girls almost knocked them over.

 

"Out of the way sluts" one of them shouted.  Fran recognized her.  Her brother was one of the boys who gang fucked her on Saturday.

 

"It won't be long before everyone knows."  She said to Vickie as they walked toward the snack bar for their lunch.

 

"Hey, to hell with them.  Those cunts are just jealous."  Vickie seemed to be deep in thought for a minute. "Hey Fran, there's something I have to take care of real quick.  I'll be back in just a minute."  Fran was feeling extremely vulnerable and would have preferred to have her friend with her but Vickie dashed off without waiting for a response.

 

Fran got her food then found a place to sit away from the other students and tried not to look around while she ate.  Fran was becoming apprehensive. Her worst fears had not materialized.  That could only mean that her brother had something even worse in mind for her than what she had been expecting.

 

Vickie left Fran standing in line at the snack bar and walked quickly across the street to the student parking lot.  Just as she expected Fran's older brother was hanging out there.  Fran walked up to him.

 

"I want to talk to you." She said then turned and walked off.  Dave winked at his cronies then followed her.  "I know." Vickie said when Dave caught up.

 

"Of course you do."  Dave responded with total nonchalance.  "I didn't expect Fran to be able to keep it from you." He stopped walking and turned toward Vickie.  "What do you want?"

 

"I want a badge."

 

"Why should I give you one?"

 

"I'll be your slave too if you want me." She said hopefully then added, "You can tie me to your car and parade me around the parking lot naked.  As long as I get to have Fran."

 

"Tempting offer." Dave pretended to give it deep thought, "OK you can't have her until I tell you, and you can't tell her ahead of time, and I will let you know when you are going to be paraded around tied to the car, agreed?" Vickie swallowed several times.

 

"OK" she said finally and walked off.  Vickie ran back to the snack bar, got a sandwich, then joined Fran at the table where she was setting by herself.

 

"Sorry I had to run off for a minute.  How are you doing?"  Fran's growing anger at her friend for running off was dissipated by her obvious concern.

 

"I'm OK, I'm just concerned.  Nothing has happened yet and I'm afraid that means that Dave has some surprise planned for me."  Vickie suppressed the urge to say 'Yea I have a surprise too.'

 

"Hey, I'm sure it will be OK.  I mean if he does anything really outlandish it would spoil his fun."  That thought seemed to console Fran and she gave Vickie a weak smile.

 

They sat and talked, as only old friends can, until the bell rang and they had to go to their separate classes.  They would not see each other again until last period when they had US History together.  Fran spent the next two hours imagining what her brother could be up to.  She fantasized about being taken up on the stage during a pre game rally and being fucked by the football team.  She imagined herself tied to the main stairs leading up to the front door of the school where every boy could fuck her when they left school for the day.

 

Despite her fevered imaginings nothing happened.  She saw no 'Fran Fucker' badges.  Nobody pulled her into a broom closet and fucked her senseless. Other than the constant reminder of the elastic bands on her nipples and clitoris it was just an average day at school.

 

Fran met up with Vickie again outside Mr. Roberts' History class.  Mr. Roberts was the only really 'hunky' male teacher in the school.  Every female had a crush on him when he first arrived there at the beginning of the school year.  Fran and Vickie walked into the class deep in whispered conversation and it wasn't until she was sitting at her desk in the front row that Fran looked up.  Staring back at her from Mr. Roberts' lapel was a red pin with white letters, two F's.

 

Vickie saw it at the same time Fran did.  That lucky bitch was Vickie's first thought.  Mr. Roberts began his lecture.  For almost an hour he talked about the civil war, then he left his desk and began to walk around.  As he walked around the class he dropped a piece of paper on Fran's desk.  Trying not to draw attention to her self, Fran unfolded the paper.  There, in her brother's handwriting was the message.

 

"Show him your cunt"

 

Fran could feel the heat as her face turned bright red.  By this time most of the kids in the class probably knew what the red pin on his lapel signified.  She stared straight ahead, she did not want to see the looks on their faces.  She struggled to keep from reaching down and stroking her self.  Her pussy was as hot as her face.  She could smell her own cunt as she scooted forward in her seat and slowly spread her legs.

 

Mr. Roberts walked back to the front of the class and sat on the edge of his desk.  He slowly looked around the classroom then stared directly at her crotch.  Fran wanted to hide her face.  She wanted to die.  She wanted someone to fuck her brains out.  She wanted to lock herself in a closet and never come out.  She wanted to be chained to the oak tree and gang fucked again.  She wanted to die.  She wanted to disappear forever.  She wanted Vickie to suck on her clit until she passed out from ecstasy.  She wanted to run away where no one knew her.  She wanted the football team to fuck her in front of the whole student body.

 

Mr. Roberts began to walk around the class again as he droned on about the Civil War.  When he passed Fran's desk he dropped another note on it.  Fran looked at the paper like it contained poison.  God no, she thought I can't do any more.  She didn't remember unfolding the paper but she was staring at her brother's handwriting.

 

"Finger your cunt for him"

 

Fran was sure the smell of her sex permeated the entire room.  Mr. Roberts walked back up the front of the room and sat on his desk again.  While he continued to talk he stared directly at Fran and raised one eyebrow quizzically.  Fran slowly sank even lower in her chair, she spread her legs further.  Then while Mr. Roberts watched she slipped her right hand down and started to work the tip of her finger between her wet glistening folds of cunt flesh.  Fran brought her other hand up to her mouth and bit down on her knuckle she was determined not to yell or scream when she came.

 

Just as the first waves of orgasm crashed over her the bell rang and everyone else got up and left.  Vickie gave Fran one last envious look then left with the rest of the kids.  Fran could not have left even if she had been told to.  Mr. Roberts continued to watch as Fran worked two fingers in and out of her wet open pussy.  She was biting on her finger so hard Mr. Roberts was afraid she was going to draw blood.

 

As the noise of the departing students died away Mr. Roberts could hear low "mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm" sounds coming from Fran as she rocked back and forth in time to her fingers fucking in and out of her cunt.  Mr. Roberts walked over to the door.  After locking it and pulling the blind down he came back over and stood in front of Fran.  Mr. Roberts slowly unzipped his trousers then he reached inside and pulled out a hard cock even bigger than her brothers.

 

As soon as the cock was in view Fran pulled her knuckle from her mouth and, leaning forward, engulfed the huge rod and sucked it down her throat.  Mr. Roberts gasped as Fran's nose buried itself in his pubic hair.  Seldom had he found even grown woman who could take his huge cock all the way down their throats.  Fran began to bob her head up and down and suck on his cock like her life itself depended on getting cum in her system immediately.

 

After a minute of expert cock sucking Mr. Roberts pulled his cock from Fran's mouth.  Ignoring the whimpering sounds coming from her Mr. Roberts pulled her to her feet.  He pulled her tight sweater over her head and unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt letting it fall to the floor.  Fran, now naked, allowed herself to be guided to the teacher’s desk where Mr. Roberts picked her up and positioned her on its edge.  Pushing her back onto her elbows Mr. Roberts pulled her legs up and apart exposing her wet hungry cunt for his inspection.

 

Her pubic hair was matted and her pussy was open and waiting.  Mr. Roberts positioned his cockhead between the gapping lips of her cunt and pushed into her with one easy stroke.  As he began to fuck her hot pussy Mr. Roberts leaned over and began to lick and kiss her red swollen nipples.

 

Each time Mr. Roberts' cock stroked over her swollen clitoris Fan experienced almost unbearable pain, and almost unbearable pleasure.  Every lick of Mr. Roberts' tongue over one of Fran's red swollen nipples caused the same mind shattering combination of extreme pain, extreme pleasure. Fran put both hands over her mouth to muffle her screams of pain and pleasure.

 

Fran lost track of time, she had know idea how long she was in her universe of pain and pleasure as Mr. Roberts fucked his cock in and out of her cunt. She was vaguely aware of his body and cock spasming against and in hers as he came.

 

Then she was left alone.  She gingerly pushed herself up to a setting position on the edge of the desk then sat there staring into space.  When she heard the door opening Fran tried to cover her naked body, then she saw that it was Vickie and gave up.  Vickie rushed over to her friend to help down from the desk.  Fran collapsed into her arms and began to sob.

 

"Was it that awful?" Vickie asked holding her nude friend and stroking her hair.  Fran's sobs began to fade.

 

"When it's happening its wonderful, but when it's not happening I feel dirty and perverted."  Vickie continued to stroke her hair and hold her friends beautiful nude body.

 

"But that's what is so wonderful about your brother."  Fran pulled away just enough to look at her friend.

 

"What do you mean?" she asked, their mouths almost touching.

 

"He makes you do all the things you want to do but can't" their lips met and parted as their tongues explored each other's eager mouths.  They kissed deeply for only a moment then Vickie pulled her lips away.  "Let me help you get dressed, your brother's waiting for you in the parking lot.  And judging from the bulge in his pants I don't think your day is finished yet."  Vickie helped Fran put on her skirt and sweater then walked her to the front door of the school, where she gave her friend another tender kiss on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow."

 

Fran walked to the parking lot with slow careful steps.  Her blood-engorged nipples were causing severe pain every time they moved against the sweater and her swollen tender clitoris shot pain through her with each step.  She finally reached the parking lot where Dave waited for her, leaning against his car.  Fran leaned her head against his chest.

 

"Please, take them off, I can't take it any longer."  Dave reached up under her skirt and yanked the elastic band off her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger.

 

"OH GOD!" Fran almost screamed.  Then when he reached up under her sweater and pulled the bands off her nipples she went limp against him on the verge of passing out.  Dave put her into the car and drove her home.  As they walked into the house through the back door Fran turned to her brother.

 

"I know you are going to fuck me, but could you PLEASE do it in my ass?"

 

"Whatever you want." Dave replied with a smile.