~Subject: FANTASIA: Allison  (mf, nc, incest, pain)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

WARNING; All Fantasia stories contain some or all of the 
following: Non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, heavy pain, 
torture, incest, degradation, underage characters. If these 
things offend you, do not read. 
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                       ALLISON
                   by V.P. Viddler                     

    Allison was sucking her brother's cock and crying.

   It was a beautiful sight. Particularly so as I knew how much
Allison was hating it.

   That was exciting.

   Watching her doing it was exciting too. Allison was good at it.
Damn good. And I should know--I had trained her. I had enjoyed that
training, too, although Allison had not. But she had learned, all
right. And now that training was paying off for young Billy.
Because Allison knew she had damned well better do her best. Even
though she was hating each moment, hating it with a terrible
passion, hating me and hating Billy and hating what I was making
her do to him. And I ws making her do it slowly, lovingly,
protractedly, drawing out Allison's submission, degradation,
humiliation. Trampling Allison's will and her spirit into the dust.
Showing her what she was.

   My slave.

   My plaything.

   My thing.

   And Allison was slowly sucking, her head slowly moving up and
down, up and down, Allison's mouth taking all of Billy's cock into
it, into her throat, sliding it out, Allison's lips caressing,
kissing, sliding around Billy's stiffness, Allison's well-taught
tongue licking, slowly, laving, stroking, slithering, up and down,
back and forth, building Billy's passion, slowly, so slowly, and
Allison all the time crying, just sucking and crying, sobbing
softly, soft little sobs, whimpers, gasps coming from that working
mouth and throat as Allison prostrated her body and her soul and
went on sucking her brother's cock, as I watched.

   Billy, it must be said, didn't mind this at all. Most of Billy's
young life had been spent hating, fearing and lusting for his big
sister. Who was always bullying, patronizing, contemptuous and
snobbish. But not now. And this history, this now violated
relationship, was what was making Billy's pleasure such a
triumphant joy, and Allison's subjugation such an agonizing, almost
insupportable horror and humiliation.

   And in addition to all that, Allison had to know, as Billy was
indubitably hoping, that this was only a start. Just the beginning
of what could be a very long night. For Allison, crouching over
Billy's crotch--with Billy lying naked on his bed--was still fully
dressed. I was making her suck Billy's cock with all her clothing
on. In a way this was adding to Allison's shame, but in another way
it left still to come that time when I would ask her to show Billy,
to show to her kid brother, that young, round, luscious, lust-
inspiring body. Ask--I say ask, though my asking Allison anything
had the force of a command--my softly crying girl to stand before
that very brother and strip for him, strip slowly, taking off her
clothing bit by bit, exposing it all to him, baring those high
round breasts, those long luscious smooth legs, and all the rest of
it, all of that scrumptious young body.

   And as for what Allison would do with Billy after that--with him
and to him and for him. It would be lots of fun for Billy. Lots of
fun for me. No fun at all for Allison.

   Or I thought I might make Allison strip while she was still
sucking Billy. Taking all her clothes off as she still held his
cock in her mouth, wriggling and squirming while trying with
difficulty to rid that body of blouse and skirt and stockings and
bra and panties, still sucking, still crying with agony and
humiliation, stripping that body naked. I could envision Allison,
at my command, lying flat out on top of Billy's willing body, lying
with all of her pressed against him, into him, writhing, at my
command, writhing, grinding against him, as she told him all the
things I was going to make her do for him, sobbing into his ear as
she gasped out in detail all those lascivious joys Billy was about
to undergo at his sister's forcibly submissive hands. And body.

   But now Billy was coming and Allison was moaning and swallowing,
moaning and taking Billy's spunk into that gulping throat, Billy
shooting and howling, Allison moaning and swallowing and choking
and swallowing and gasping and swallowing.

   It drove me wild and I had Allison suck me too, and Billy,
watching, got hard again. So I had Allison strip for him. Crying as
she did.

   And I said, "Allison, tell Billy to hurt you."

   Allison didn't want to do that.

   "Allison," I said.

   "Hurt me, Billy," Allison said.

   "Again," I said.

   "Hurt me, Billy," Allison said, crying.

   Billy hurt her.

   Allison screamed.

   Billy hurt her again.

   Allison dropped to her knees.

   "Again," I said.

   Allison said, "Hurt me, Billy," and Billy did, and Allison
writhed on the floor.

   Billy fell on top of her.

   I said, "Put your legs around him, Allison."

   Billy did it to his sister, hard and brutally, as Allison
clamped her luscious thighs and curving calves around him and
twisted that body against him and screamed and yelled and howled
and shouted and shrieked and cried and squalled in agony and pain
and horror and humiliation and shame and degradation and debasement
and I put my cock in her ass and fucked that young gorgeous bucking
crying body.... 


