Author: Hedonistic Funguy
Title: Warlock Rising
Part: Part 1 
Universe: Warlock Universe
Summary: When 15-year-old Mark saves 12-year-old Sabrina, she reveals to 
him her nature as a succubus, destined to become enslaved to the man who 
takes her virginity. She and Mark become lovers and he uses her to live 
out his wildest fantasies, but when he also reconciles with his 
estranged twin sister, Sabrina's powers turn out to possess properties 
unknown even to herself.
Keywords: mg, mf, mc, ws, scat, bdsm, Mdom, magic, incest, rom, pain,
anal, oral, rim, humil



DISCLAIMER: This is a work of adult fiction, if you are under the age of 
21, then please leave. Nothing in this work has happened in reality; 
neither do I wish for it. Also, I do not condone the actions portrayed 
in this work. This is only a fantasy, and if you can't distinguish 
between fiction and reality, then you should not be reading this piece 
of work. Various sexual acts are described herein, most of them 
disgusting and appalling to most people, so if you have any hangups 
about anything sexual related, I again ask you to leave. The rest of 
you, read on. 



Notes: This is it, the very first chapter of my Warlock Rising series. 
Every chapter in this series will have about 200kb, and though I can't 
promise it in the beginning, I'll eventually try to have at least one 
chapter out each month. Warlock Rising is mostly about sordid sex of all 
kinds, but if you squint really hard, there might also be a story. 
Having said that, I really crave your comments on this work, whether 
they be advise, praise, critique, flames or the like. Also, I'm looking 
for proofreaders and editors, so if you want to help me drop me a line 
or two. Last but not least, if you have a particular kink, scene, 
character or other idea you'd like to see put in writing don't be afraid 
to tell me about it, nothing is taboo. I may not necessarily be able to 
use it in Warlock Rising, but maybe another piece of work. 

WARLOCK RISING
by Hedonistic Funguy
hedonisticfunguy@rocketmail.com 

Book 1: The Succubus Princess
Chapter I: The Unsealing 

Mark met the Succubus Princess on an unusual hot saturday, the first day 
of summer vacation, to be exact. It had been a hot couple of months 
already, and he was dying to finally go to the lake to take a swim. His 
mother, however, had been asking him to wait until the end of the school 
year, and the reason for it dismayed him to no end. She had argued that 
his youngest sisters would want to go as well, however since their 
grades were so bad this year, they were grounded until the end of the 
school year to catch up on their studies, lest they have to repeat next 
year.  

"Youngest sisters" referred to Daphne and Laura, nine-year-old twins. 
Mark was the only boy in a particular high-girl family; counting his 
mother, the Ivor household consisted of ten women, and as you could 
imagine, it was not an easy life. His dad had run off shortly after 
knocking up his mom with Daphne and Laura, so as the only male, his 
mother had assigned him the responsibility of ensuring the girl's 
well-being, and while being asked to be the protector of ten beautiful 
girls did stroke his male ego, sometimes it meant he could not do simple 
things like go swimming because doing so would hurt his sisters. 

Eventually, though, the school year ended and the first day of vacation 
was there. To his surprise though, Mark found out not only would he go 
swimming that day, but the whole family would as well. Grumpily, he took 
notice of that. He simply wanted to go swimming to relax, but instead of 
simply taking the bus and getting into the water within an hour he would 
now have to wait as the whole family hustled around packing their stuff, 
setting up the riding order (April and May, the seventeen-year-old 
twins, both had a car, so along with his mother, they had three rides at 
their disposal) and a whole lot of other chaos that came when large 
families tried to organize anything. It certainly was a busy morning. 

In the end, it took them almost until noon to arrive, and since it was 
scorching hot that day one could imagine what the beaches at the lake 
already looked like by then. Finding a place large enough to set up 
their family's picnic blanket proved to be almost impossible, and if 
they had not gotten lucky when a couple of families left the beach at 
the same time, it would have taken them considerably longer than the one 
hour it took in the end. 

Unfortunately, that was not the end of it. There was a certain amount of 
time spent organizing, making sure who went with whom, making sure 
everyone was covered with sun screen, arranging everybody to report back 
periodically, and so on. It went as smoothly as one could expect with 
nine underage girls. Mark was not a happy fifteen-year-old when he hit 
the water the first time at two pm. 

Thankfully, the water calmed him down as he swam across the lake a 
couple of times. Being an artificial lake, it was not particularly 
large, two three to hundred meters in diameter at best. He spend some 
time relaxing at the lake's middle, drifting toward the west side. The 
middle was too deep for most of the guests, and the lake's west side was 
too deeply forested to allow for any beaches. He just stared at the sky 
floating around and was so at peace he was slightly shocked when he 
later looked at his water-proof watch and found two hours had passed 
already. He pondered about reporting back for a while before deciding 
against it. More than the others, his mother trusted him to take care of 
himself on his own, even going so far as to call him the most mature 
among the Ivor family. Then again, without a little maturity his sanity 
would long have slipped living as the only male among a family of 
eleven, consisting of a single mother and five sets of twins.  

He has been asked again and again by people what his family had done to 
fuck over the laws of probability so completely, but the only answer he 
could give was a shrug and a remark that there had always been an above 
average number of twin births in the Ivor family. As for the household's 
sheer size, well, one would have to blame his dad for that. The fucker 
had probably bitten off more than he could chew, as Mark highly 
suspected that was why he went away. Man, how he hated that bastard! 

After another hour of simply drifting on the water and staring into the 
sky, he found himself near the west coast. Here, the shore immediately 
crossed over into the forest, so one could go for a walk in the woods if 
he were inclined to do so. Seeing as it was not time yet to go back, he 
decided to take a stroll. He was not even in walkable waters when he saw 
it. 

In the distance, a flash of blue went by his eyes, and for a moment he 
recognized some light blond hair among the trees before the figure was 
gone. A handful of men in black business suits ran after it in agitation 
while shouting. It happened so fast he was not even sure what he had 
seen when he noticed a latecomer also wearing a suit, running into the 
woods brandishing a gun with a silencer on top. His heart began to pound 
against his neck. 

That couldn't be right, could it?, he thought. He couldn't just have 
seen these guys hunting someone - after all, it would make no sense! 
Stuff like this only happened in the movies, after all. That's right, a 
movie! He was sure they were just making a film in the woods. There 
simply was no other rational explanation. Eventually, he reached the 
shore, unsure what to do. To his dismay, he felt his legs following the 
men before he had even made his head up to do so. I must be crazy, he 
thought as he chased along the way he had seen the men go.  

Thankfully, the forest itself was not strange to him. He had played with 
his twin sister Macy a lot here during their childhood, and he had many 
fond memories of doing so. Macy and he had been as inseparable as only 
twins could be, but unfortunately that bond had been broken with the 
onset of puberty. While April and May, still were the best of friends, 
his and Macy's closeness had become subverted due to them having 
different genders and the onset of his urges. At thirteen, he had become 
uncomfortable sharing a room and a bed with his sister and demanded, 
much to her dismay, a room of his own, a move she had never forgiven 
him. Now, while they were not hostile anymore with each other, their 
relationship had cooled down noticeably. 

But now was not the time to reminiscence. He had to be careful not to 
make too much of a noise in case the men were within vicinity. He 
marched on forward, reaching a small stream which fed the lake from the 
west side a couple of minutes later. He followed it along the cliff. 
Still no sign from the men. As he wandered alongside the rock face, 
however, he remembered something. There was a hideout near by, an ideal 
place if someone wanted to get away from someone else. He did not know 
why he just remembered this, or why he was drawn to it that way. After 
all, the chance for whoever he had seen running away hiding in there had 
to be more than slim. He just had a feeling he could not shake. 
Continuing onward for a few minutes, he climbed a couple of stone steps 
to reach a small cave. This had been his and Macy's hideout when they 
still were children. One had to crawl to get into it, but when he was 
inside, there was enough room to stand up, with light shining though 
cracks in the surface illuminating the room. As of now, Macy was not 
there. In exchange, there was a girl he had never seen before. 

She was the most strange creature he had ever met, at least according to 
his teenage hormones, which began feeding strange messages to him. She 
had shoulder-long hair of the clearest, warmest and brightest blond he 
had ever seen, noticeable even among the cave's twilight. Her face had 
full, strawberry-colored lips, with piercing gray-green eyes and a cute, 
small, straight nose. She was looking at him with a frightened 
expression, her slender bosom rising and falling. It could not have been 
larger than a B-Cup. She looked frail and vulnerable, and there was no 
way she could have been a day over twelve. Her hands were drawn around 
her in a protective gesture, clutching the simple striped shirt she 
wore. 

"Relax!" he said when she cringed in alarm as he took a step toward 
her. His eyes wandered down her slim body. When he saw her jeans, he 
realized that must have been the flash of blue he had seen. "I won't 
hurt you" He sat down besides her. "I'm Mark. What's your name?" 

She looked at him in a strange way. For a minute, Mark was worried she 
could not understand him. Eventually, she answered. "Sabrina," she said 
in the most clear voice he had ever heard. Involuntarily, he compared it 
to flowing honey, though cringing inwardly at the corniness of the 
image. 

"Are these crazy guys in the black suits after you?" She nodded. "Why?" 

"I - I can't tell you!" She looked down, apparently distraught. 

"Did you run away from home?" She shook her head. "Didn't think so 
anyway, why should they send gunmen after you. This is just crazy!" She 
did not answer, and he was beginning to become a little irritated. 
"Look, Sabrina, I'm sure you want to get away from these guys, right?" 
Another nod. "Then why did you hide here? I mean, if they comb this 
place, sooner or later they'll be bound to find you" 

That finally got an answer out of her. Looking at him with a sad, 
resigned smile, she said: "I've just escaped from their van they 
kidnapped me with. I don't know the area very well, I'm afraid" 

"Do you want me to help you?" 

She looked at him, wide-eyed. "You'd help me? But why?" 

He could have been very honest and told her that the way she looked, 
smelled, the way her voice sounded and her slender body looked was 
making his cock hard. As such, he was moderately honest. "Well, you are 
a pretty girl, you are in danger and I am a man. It just seems natural" 
That got a smile out of her. He took her hand and led her out of the 
cave, helping her down the stone steps. 

"So, where are you from?," he asked casually as they made their way. 
Going back the way he came from would have meant she would have to swim 
across the lake with her clothes on, so they went to the north. If they 
walked alongside the rock face some more, they would eventually be able 
to circle around the cliff anti-clockwise before going to the east to 
reach the south beach. During the whole way Mark made sure to never let 
go of her hand. 

"I'm from Shetland," she answered. 

He almost spun around in surprise but managed to keep walking. 
"Shetland?" he exclaimed through clenched teeth. "That's about the most 
northern part of Scotland. What are you doing here in England then? Oh, 
wait, don't say anything, you can't tell me, right?" Her silence 
confirmed this theory. "Well, if you don't want to go where these men 
want you to, where do you want to go then? Back to Shetland?" 

"I can't go back there anymore, I'm afraid," she said in a sad voice 
before he felt a tug at his hand. She must have shrugged, because she 
continued in a more casual tone. "So that's definitely a no-go" 

"What about your parents?" 

"I don't have any," she said, and there was not the slightest hint of 
sadness in her voice. Whenever they had died, it must have been a long 
time ago. 

"Then where do you want to go?" 

"I don't know. Anywhere. As far away from Shannon's henchmen as 
possible, for now. After that, I have no idea, I'm afraid" 

He smiled. "So, tell me about this Shannon person" When she cursed he 
knew he had hit bullseye, though she did not say any more despite 
already having slipped up. 

At last, they reached the end of the forest. They were at the lake's 
south-west now. From here it would take them only a couple of minutes to 
reach his family, something he was really glad about. He was still 
wearing nothing but swimming trunks, and pieces of twig started to prick 
his feet. When he tried to step into the sunlight, he felt a resistance 
in her hand - Sabrina was standing still. He turned around and saw her 
scared face.  

"Don't worry, they'll never find you in that turmoil. Look!" He pointed 
to the hordes of teenagers running about the beaches. "You're going to 
be just one pretty girl in a horde of others" He began walking again, 
pulling her with him, and to his pleasure, she let herself he led. He 
didn't know why he was so overjoyed by this small fact, but it made him 
feel she trusted him, in turn making him feel powerful. He took her to a 
small restaurant at the side of the beach where he showed her to the 
restroom, telling her to hide until he returned. 

"What are you going to do?," she asked. 

"First, I need some shoes, my feet are going to kill me. I need to get 
them from my family. Then we'll take the bus to town, I have more than 
enough money to buy a ticket for the two of us. I'll figure out where we 
go next later" 

He went to find the place where his mom had set up the picnic blanket. 
Currently, only two people where there. His mother, Catherine Ivor, was 
a very attractive woman in her late thirties. Her honey-blond hair went 
down past her shoulders, although at the front it was cropped closer to 
her face. Her clear, blue eyes, straight nose and pouting lips had 
surely driven many an enemy attorney into despair. She was a business 
woman through and through, although one would not know it if he saw her 
now. She was wearing a nice two-piece bikini, showing off her large 
DD-cup breasts, her flat stomach and her taut yet soft ass. Despite 
being a mother of ten, fitness sure had worked wonders for her. 

Next to her, reading a book, was his twin sister Macy. He looked at her 
with mixed feelings. She was wearing a green two-piece bikini, showing 
off a body that was slightly less curvy than her mother's, sporting only 
C-cup breasts, however her body looked quite a bit softer, her terrific 
stomach rivaling his mom's in every way. As she saw him approaching, she 
lifted her head, shaking her shoulder-long, wavy brown hair with the 
motion and smiled at him, showing off her braces. He ignored her. 

"Mom, I think I'm going home early. I'm kinda wiped out from swimming 
too much" 

His mom heaved herself up by the elbows and looked at him. "I don't have 
anything against it, but are you sure? You were so looking forward to 
this trip" 

He scrunched up his face a bit. "Well, yes, I did, but to be honest, 
I've had my fun and it's a bit too crowed to hang around any longer, 
anyway" 

"Okay, Mark. I just wanted to know if you're okay, honey," she said. 

"I'm fine, really. Thanks, mom" He quickly slipped into his jeans and 
shoes. 

"Oh, hey, you want me to come with you? I could keep you company during 
the bus ride," he heard Macy's voice say. He quickly pulled his shirt 
over her head and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She was looking 
back with a somewhat sheepish look. What has gotten her so friendly, he 
wondered. 

"No, thanks, sis," he said somewhat cooler than he had intended "I want 
to be alone for a while" 

He saw her smile slipping slightly. She had never been good at hiding 
her disappointment. Damn, he thought, of all the time she had to pick 
today to try reconcile with me. He would have to make it up to her some 
time. He went back to the restroom and took Sabrina with him. 
Thankfully, it had been empty at that time. He would have died in 
embarrassment if someone had seen him going into the girl's washroom. 

"Thanks for waiting," he said, taking her hand once again. They stepped 
out into the sun again, making their way toward the bus stop. "I think 
going into the city is a pretty good idea, if you're somewhere with 
people they can't just grab you," he said. 

"Oooh, good thinking," she cooed. 

There were two streets leading to and from the lake, separated by about 
a hundred meters of forest. They were connected at the lake, where they 
did an U turn. Seeing as there was still plenty of daylight left, they 
did not encounter any people or cars as they went down the street. 
Unfortunately, the bus did not stop directly at the beach to let out its 
passengers. Mark had always wondered why it was that way until his 
mother explained it to him. Apparently, they wanted avoid people setting 
up camp right at the bus stop, so, in order to disperse the crowd more 
quickly, they instead opted for two stops a couple of hundred meters 
before the lake, one to let off passengers and one to pick them up 
again. As they went down the forest lined street toward this second bus 
stop, the air above the tarmac flickered from the heat. Behind him, he 
heard Sabrina groan in exhaustion. 

"It's not far anymore. A couple of meters at most," he said. 

"It's not that! I'm just tired and thirsty. I must be the only person 
alive completely going around a whole lake without stopping to take even 
a small sip. I could kick myself for my stupidity" 

"Well, when we're in town we stop by my house, you can get something to 
drink there. Look, there's the bus stop!" 

The bus stop consisted of a simple metal sign and a small wooden shack. 
Just as it was within spitting distance, Mark saw that it was not empty. 
A man in black stepped out of it, brandishing a gun. They stopped dead. 

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," the man said with a toothy 
grin. His eyes were hidden by a pair of sunglasses, his hair cropped 
short. He looked like a professional hitman. "Mistress Shannon is going 
to be sooo pleased!" 

Sabrina clung to Mark's arm in an instant, whimpering in fear. He cursed 
at his stupidity. He should have taken into account these guys could be 
waiting here for them. 

"Go away, you bastard, or I'm gonna call the cops!," he snarled at the 
man. It was a bluff, though. Usually, Mark was pretty rigid about having 
his cell phone with him at all times, but just this very day he had left 
it at home, fearing it could get wet at the beach. A dire mistake. Left 
and right from them, he could see three more men coming out of the 
forest, and looking behind him, there was one as well. They were 
surrounded. The men approached. 

"Beat it, you freaks! Don't you dare touch either of us!," he screamed, 
looking around like a trapped animal. They payed him no heed, walking 
toward them in a relaxed pace. As the first one reached out to grab him, 
Mark let go of Sabrina and swung his fist. His enemy grinned and caught 
his punch, twisting his arm. Pain shot through Mark, and the next thing 
he knew he found himself flat on the stomach, the man's knee in his 
neck. He heard Sabrina scream and tried to get up, but the man had 
grabbed his other hand as well, keeping him in an iron lock. He could 
just raise his head a little to see that two of the men had grabbed her 
under the shoulders as they brought her to the one who had stepped out 
of the shack. 

"Well, well, you little bitch," the man, who appeared to be a leader of 
some sorts, said, grabbing the girl's chin with an iron force, "finally 
we've got you back. You know, I actually was worried for a moment back 
there. Mistress Shannon would have been so not pleased if we turned up 
at her place without you. Well, seems we won't need to be afraid of 
dealing with that!" He slapped her hard across the face two times, 
drawing a shriek from her. "But then again, you've caused my men and me 
a great deal of distress, you cunt, so I'm going to teach you a lesson 
to show what happens to disobedient little brats!" Taking hold of her 
jeans with both hands, he whipped them down in a fluid motion, ripping 
both them and her panties off her. Even in this painful situation Mark 
could not avoid starring at her lily white ass and creamy thighs. He 
even could feel his dick throbbing a little!

The man whistled. "Well, if that ain't the goddamn finest cunt I've ever 
seen I don't ever want to fuck again!," he leered. One of the men 
holding Sabrina looked at his leader, startled. 

"Er, Angus, I don't think Mistress Shannon will like it if you rape the 
girl now..." 

"Shut the fuck up!," the one called Angus bellowed, fumbling with the 
zipper on his pants. Finally, he was able to extract his cock. Mark 
could not see it clearly from his position, but he guessed it was at 
least twenty-five centimeters, a truly impressive sight. Sabrina began 
to tremble in fear. "I've had it with this motherfucking little whore 
since we've put her in the motherfucking van!," Angus continued, "Always 
being nothing but trouble since we've left Shetland, and then we can't 
even touch her? Fuck that! I want a little extra for my troubles, and if 
Shannon doesn't like it, too bad!" He positioned himself at Sabrina's 
entrance and pushed forward. 

And suddenly, he found himself screaming, collapsing to his knees. His 
henchmen shouted something, letting Sabrina go and the next thing Mark 
remembered was being let got as well as he saw Sabrina running toward 
the woods, half naked. He pushed himself upright in a flash, sparing a 
look to the leader, who was whimpering like a little girl on the ground 
with his two men bent over him, before finally running after Sabrina. 
She only got as far as a couple of dozen steps before the first goon 
grabbed her. He tackled the bastard from behind. 

"Run, Sabrina!," he screamed. The man elbowed him in the face, turned 
around and followed up with a head-butt. Again, he heard Sabrina scream, 
a green flash entering his mind as he became unconscious. 

Mark awoke with the worst headache he has had in his life. In fact, he 
was aware of it even before he opened his eyes, pounding against the 
inside of his skull like an enraged bull. Next, sound entered his 
perception, a soft, lingering sobbing, at times disrupted by a gentle, 
female voice saying "I'm sorry, Mark, so sorry!" over and over. He 
recognized it immediately. 

"Sabrina," he murmured. His head felt exceptionally well cushioned. 

She gasped. "You're awake!," she said in half a whisper. "Don't move, 
your head is hurt. You're bleeding a bit" 

He opened his eyes to find her gray-green eyes looking at him, her face 
scrunched up in concern. Also, she was upside down. He closed his eyes 
again for a moment before opening them once more and trying to focus. 
The backdrop behind her face was kind of bluish gray. It took him a 
while to recognize it as the evening sky. Apparently, he was lying on 
his back, with his head being in what had to be her naked lap. The men 
did not seem to be around any more. Judging by the color of the sky, he 
must have been out of it for a couples of hours at least. 

"Hey," he said, trying to smile weakly at her. Something wet struck his 
cheek and he realized it was her tears. "Why are you crying?," he asked. 
This only seemed to worsen her sobs. 

"You're hurt because of me. It's all my fault. I never should have let 
you get dragged into my problems!" 

Slowly but surely, strength seemed to return to his bones. I can feel my 
legs again, he realized. "It's not your fault," he said. 

She closed her eyes, tears squeezing out as she shook her head 
violently. "It is my fault," she insisted, "I shouldn't even exist, and 
because I do people are after me because they want my powers. You got 
hurt because of that!" 

His face scrunched up in anger for a moment until his head punished him 
for the movement. "Don't say stupid stuff like that!," he said, "No one 
can help they exist. For a fact, I'm glad you exist. Sure, my day was a 
bit unusual, but meeting you was really worth it" He meant what he said. 
Somehow, even nearly getting killed by some soft of pseudo-mafia was 
worth just looking at this cute girl's face. Then he remembered 
something she had said. "Your powers? Is that why we're still alive?" 
She bit her bottom lip. "Aw, come on, after what I've been through today 
surely you won't give me the same old 'You'll be in danger if I tell 
you' speech again, will you?" Her face flushed a little at his words. 
Groaning, he decided that nice cushion or not, he had enough of lying 
around. He pushed himself into a sitting position, a decision he almost 
immediately regretted as his head began hammering some more. 

"Careful!," she said, crawling around so she could face him, "You should 
lie down some more, Mark!" 

"Well, I won't say I'm fine," he said as he massaged his temples, "but I 
think I'll manage. Look it's late and I don't know where we are, so we 
better get going before my mother gets a heart attack!" He looked 
around. They were surrounded by trees once more, but these trees he 
knew! Which should be impossible, given the situation. "Wait a second - 
is this my backyard?!" Ignoring her further protests he pushed himself 
upright completely and turned around. He was looking at the facade of a 
house, his house. He turned to Sabrina. "Okay, now you really can't keep 
up this charade any more. This has something to do with the green light 
I saw, right?" He looked into the eyes of the kneeling girl. 

She looked up at him, her eyes mirroring the battle inside her mind. 
Finally, she made a decision. "All right," she said, "I'll tell you" 

He smiled. "Well, that certainly was easier than I feared. Now let's go 
to my room and you can tell me your story" He started walking, but was 
only able to get two steps in when she called his name. He turned 
around. "What?" 

Blushingly, the kneeling girl pointed to her stomach, rather, the space 
hid between her closed knees. "I can't go into your house like that!," 
she said. 

He grinned. "You won't even need to enter the house. Watch this!" He led 
her partway around the house to a small under-story in the middle of the 
lawn. Beneath there was a hidden metal cover with a lock on it, next to 
it a button and a small riffled plastic protrusion. Pulling a key out of 
his pants, he unlocked the lid and flipped it open, revealing a ladder 
going down. 

"Welcome to my room," he said, "It's actually an old bunker, build 
during the cold war. I needed some refuge from the house since other 
than me, my family is all women. My mom agreed to have it renovated for 
me. Pretty cool, huh? You can go down first!" When they were down and he 
had closed the hatch, he made a point of not turning around to her while 
wandering to his closet and pulling out a pair of jeans. 

"Catch," he said, throwing them behind him, "they're an old pair of mine 
when I was younger. Hope they fit" Apparently, they did, as not a minute 
later she told him he could turn around. When he saw that she was 
finally clothed he went to the fridge, got two cokes, sat down on his 
bed and motioned her to do the same. 

The bunker was not a big room. A closet, a fridge/freezer with a 
microwave next to it, a desk with his computer stuff on it and a bed 
were all neatly arranged, and while it was not cramped, there really was 
not much spare room, either. An old steel door lead to the bathroom. 
Since a TV would not have fit, he had a beamer, the wall above the 
computer acting as a makeshift silver screen. He handed her a coke, 
patiently waiting until she had opened and drunk down all of its 
contents. Having mercy on her, he handed her the second one, too, which 
she drank slower than the first. Taking a deep breath, Sabrina began her 
tale. 

    "As I've told you, my name is Sabrina. I don't have any last name I 
    know of. I'm twelve years old. I've grown up in a convent in 
    Shetland. I don't remember who my parents were, as I've always been 
    there, living with the nuns. The nun who took care of me was a woman 
    called Abigail, though I called her Abi for short, and although she 
    was only 14 years older than me she's always been like a mother to 
    me, and I've loved her like a daughter would. Even though the 
    convent forbade make-up, Abi was a very beautiful woman when not 
    wearing her habit, having long, wavy red hair and voluptuous 
    breasts. I lived with her in the same room, well, when I say room I 
    should rather say cell since it contained nothing but a bed, a 
    cupboard and a sink, with me sleeping on a sheet next to her bed. 

	Life in the cloister was... harsh. I did not understand it back 
    then, but most of the nuns always shunned me and spoke of me as the 
    'devil brat', and sometimes they called Abi a 'devil's whore' behind 
    her back. Back then, I didn't know what I was, but with the way I've 
    been treated I wasn't surprised when they told me.
	
    I was incorporated in cloister-related work, though not as an equal 
    to the nuns, but rather as a slave. Most of my day consisted of hard 
    work such as dragging around huge sacks of flour or cleaning most of 
    the abbey alone. Any time I complained they would slap me across the 
    face, strip me naked and whip my butt with a cane until I was hoarse 
    from screaming in pain" 

Mark had a hard time believing that part of her tale, seeing as when he 
had seen her lily white ass just recently it was completely unmarked. 
Nevertheless, he did not interrupt her. Truth or not, the tale of her 
abuse was making him hard again. He guessed it was not quite the most 
appropriate reaction, as he was getting sexually excited by a story that 
clearly was distressing to her, but then again, he has always had 
sadistic fantasies and thought not much of it. 

    "That was not the worst of it, though. You see, from the time I've 
    been a baby, they've been punishing me, not for things I'd do, but 
    for what I was, and they'd do it regularly, daily, to be exact. 
    Every morning before breakfast, Abi brought me to a cold, barren 
    room with a stone altar where the Reverend Mother already was 
    waiting. The Reverend Mother was an old hag, she had to be at least 
    eighty when I last saw her, and her face always looked like she's 
    bitten a lemon. Each time, she would be accompanied by acolytes of 
    varying ages, though they were always between the ages of eight and 
    twelve and I can't remember seeing the same face twice since they 
    alternated girls so often.

    They would strip me naked and tie me to the altar. My hands and 
    lower feet would hang down from the altar, being stretched by ropes 
    pulling them to the ground where they were secured to metal ears. 
    Every time they did this, the Reverend Mother made sure the ropes 
    were extra tight, as to cut me even the slightest of slacks would 
    mean forfeiting their souls to the devil, she would say.

    Then they would bring out some sort of whips. Abi told me once that 
    they were called nine-tailed cats. They were essentially a couple of 
    leather strips tied together at the end with the handle. Two of the 
    sisters would then take one of these and begin whipping me all over 
    the upper body, leaving dark red stripes on my breasts and stomach 
    while slowly moving down. It hurt like hell, and I would always be 
    screaming for mercy while tears streamed down my face. They wouldn't 
    give me any, though, and the Reverend Mother always smirked 
    sadistically, the evil bitch!

    As they moved down, they would deliberately avoid my pussy, though, 
    and instead go to my inner thighs, not being satisfied until they 
    were covered in deep, red welts, eventually stopping above the knee. 
    At that point, I was usually sobbing hysterical, and when they 
    untied me, I wouldn't even be able to move as they turned me around 
    so my breasts were pressed against the cold stone altar before tying 
    me down again. That usually hurt, too, though the cold stone at 
    least soothed some of the pain. Then they would work their whips all 
    over my back from just below the neck to just above my butt until 
    the Reverend Mother called a stop. She would then step up to me and 
    murmur some kind of Latin rites. During this time, they would bring 
    Abi in front of me and disrobe her.

    Abi really was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, though 
    I didn't know many as the abbey had neither television nor many 
    popular magazines or stuff like that, though some of the acolytes 
    sometimes smuggled stuff in. Her breasts were at least a D-Cup and 
    were always firm even though the nuns weren't allowed to wear bras. 
    She had natural wavy auburn red hair down to the middle of her back, 
    and always looked after her body and trained so she would keep slim 
    and fit. Not because of any sort of vainness, she would say, but 
    rather because taking care of one's body meant taking care of the 
    gift god has given you.

    She would let herself be tied up, too, though unlike me she was tied 
    standing up, her legs being tied to metal ears on the ground with 
    about one foot of rope between the ankles and the ear. They would 
    wrap more rope around her wrists which the Reverend Mother would put 
    through metal ears drilled into the ceiling beams. When they pulled 
    on the rope, it would rise Abi into the air, stretching out her body 
    into an X shape, and they wouldn't stop until her legs were almost 
    dislocated by the force with which they pulled before tying the 
    rope. While they were doing this, the Reverend Mother would fetch 
    three wooden rods about one meter long with a diameter of about two 
    centimeters, two of which she would then hand to the acolytes.

    'Oh lord', she would say, standing in front of Abi, 'please forgive 
    this worthless creature, for she has whored herself out to the 
    devil. She is sacrificing herself to prevent an even greater evil 
    from happening. When you one day cast her into the fiery depths of 
    hell, please have some mercy on her soul!"

    She would then wave her hand, ordering the acolytes to begin and, 
    joining them, they would begin hitting Abi with the rods, not 
    striking the joints, bones or anything like that, but instead 
    hitting any soft part they could reach: Breasts, stomach, her sides, 
    her inner thighs and her butt, though they always avoided her pussy, 
    like they did with mine. While they did this, Abi would scream and 
    cry, but she would not beg for mercy, even though the Reverend 
    Mother sure did her best. I'm pretty sure she envied Abi for her 
    body, since she herself was a dried up old prune. Believe me, I've 
    seen her a few times in the wash rooms, and it wasn't a pleasant 
    sight.

    When they were finished, they'd simply untie the ropes for her 
    arms, letting her fall to the ground. By that time, Abi was always 
    covered with deep, purple bruises. Thankfully, they punished her 
    only once a week alongside me, or she'd never have had time to heal. 
    They were pretty nasty too, she couldn't even sit down or do 
    something like lifting a fork without being in pain. She always told 
    me it was okay, though, as going through that meant that she could 
    keep me safe from harm. When I was still a little kid I didn't know 
    of any other harm there was than what I went through in the abbey, 
    though instinctively I've always believed her, so I never tried to 
    run away.

    When they were finished with Abi, they'd turn their attention back 
    to me. The acolytes would once more take up their whips and begin 
    laying into my butt which they had avoided before. Until then, that 
    would be the worst of all, as they were laying into me with all 
    their might, sweat running down their little faces. I'd scream and 
    scream until I thought I couldn't take it any more, and that soon my 
    vocal cords would rupture, but I'd always be wrong on both accounts. 
    It always seemed an eternity to me while they whipped my butt and by 
    the time they were done, it'd be a complete massive purple-black 
    bruise.

    After this, they'd release me from my bonds only to drag me to Abi 
    by my hair, throwing me to the floor. There they would tie ropes 
    around my ankles and wrists in a fashion similar to Abi, who's ropes 
    they would check, too, since they were not finished with us yet. Oh 
    no, not by a long time. Though they'd completely taken her down, 
    they would string her up once more, only upside down this time, and 
    me with her. There we'd hang, upside-down, our faces getting red 
    from the blood rushing to our faces, our legs almost doing the 
    splits while our shoulder joints were almost dislocated, stretched 
    toward the ground. At this point, we always were tied facing each 
    other, a couple of meters apart, and Abi would always give me 
    strength. Though she was forbidden to speak with me during my 
    ordeal, she always gave me loving glances, this being what helped me 
    endure what was to come.

    Four acolytes would soon get in front of me and Abi, one for each 
    side and person. Then, raising the wooden staffs behind their backs, 
    holding them with two hands, they brought them down on our pussies, 
    then drawing back again only to quickly be replaced by the other 
    person's stick as they punished our pussies in staccato. At first, 
    Abi and my screams would be synchronized, ringing through the hall 
    with a high pitch, but soon we'd scream and shriek individually, not 
    that we could have payed attention to the other much any more. The 
    acolytes worked us over with abandon until they were breathing 
    heavily and completely soaked with sweat. At this point Abi would be 
    screaming for mercy as much as I was, as even the strongest person 
    wouldn't have been able to endure all this without pleading for an 
    end, though of course, she'd never get any.

    When they were finished, they'd untie us and leave without a further 
    word. After that, it took some time until we were able to move 
    again, and usually it would be Abi who'd be the first to move. She'd 
    crawl toward me, push herself into a kneeling position with with 
    effort and stroke my tear-stained face while whispering soothing 
    words to me. After a while, I was able to stand on shaky legs, and 
    Abi would walk me to the bathroom were we cleaned ourselves up 
    before resting a while in order to get some strength back to start 
    our chores. Before I washed myself, however, I would always find 
    myself being wet, not only from sweat and tears, but strangely 
    between my legs, too, even though my pussy was all a nasty, purple 
    and black bruise. Even though I'd suffer so much through the 
    whippings I'd get some kind of sexual arousal out of it, but only 
    afterward. During my ordeal, nothing but pain and suffering were in 
    my mind.

    Over the day, my bruises would fade, and by the time Abi and I 
    washed up in the bathroom before going to bed, my body would be 
    without a single mark, while Abi's body would remain sore all the 
    time around, and though I was punished much more frequently than 
    Abi, not a single marked spot would remain. In fact, my skin kept 
    its white color all the time, not even the sun could tan it, and in 
    contrast to Abi and other girls I did not have a single mole.

    I was different than other girls, and that was part of the reason I 
    was punished. When I was young, I didn't know what exactly I was, or 
    why the nuns regarded me as inherently evil. Even Abi, though she 
    did love me, told me that me being a devil child was basically the 
    truth. It was not before I became 8 years old before they told me 
    the whole truth. Are you ready for it?"

She stopped and looked into Mark's eyes, something she had avoided to do 
during her tale. Was he ready? Hell, he was hard as a rock by the time 
she had gotten to that point! He was believing her unconditionally. A 
typical twelve-year-old couldn't have thought up such a story. Hoping 
she wouldn't notice his boner, he nodded.

"I'm a demon of sorts. A succubus princess, in fact" 

"You're a princess?," he asked incredulously. Well, so much for not 
questioning her. 

She nodded. "Yes. Abi told me that a couple of centuries ago, the power 
of a demon known as the Arch-Incubus Asmodeus had been sealed by a 
warlock, at least so that he couldn't fight back anymore. Facing 
destruction and loss of his powers, the arch-Incubus would father 
seventeen children, each containing a fragment of his power, and to make 
sure his children wouldn't be able to make use of his power themselves, 
he fathered girls only, which are succubi. So, you see, I don't actually 
have any power myself, other than the fact that I have a crazy 
self-healing factor. What I used in the woods was a magic amulet I've 
once stolen from the Reverend Mother. Apparently, the order I was in did 
some demon hunting and had confiscated it after they've slain some 
witches" 

Wow, that was quite a tale! He was unable to speak for a moment, licking 
his lips which had become dry. "So, what exactly did that amulet do?" 

She fidgeted with her fingers for a bit. "I've only heard the Reverend 
Mother talk about it once. Apparently, it is a home coming charm which 
transports the user to a place he pictured in his head, if it wasn't too 
far from his starting destination, that is. I don't know this area, so I 
just prayed for it to take us to your home, which it apparently did" 

"But wait!," he said, standing up. By now his hard-on had gone down from 
confusion. "Then why were these men chasing you? I mean, I know there's 
supposed to be this big power in you, but you can't even use it!" 

"I'm a succubus, Mark," she said, looking at him with sad eyes. "A sex 
demon. The man who deflowers me becomes my master, and I'll have to do 
whatever he tells me to. And if my master happens to be a warlord he'll 
be able to take my power for himself. I'm just glad the man who tried to 
rape me wasn't able to get it up, or we wouldn't be here now" 

"That guy was a wizard?" He certainly did not look like one. Also, he 
*had* been able to get it up - Mark seen his hard cock. But then he 
suddenly crumpled like someone had hit him in the nuts.

"A warlock," she corrected him, "Although a minor one. Other than some 
minor telekinesis, I haven't seen him do anything. But if he'd 
deflowered me, he would have become much more powerful than I could 
imagine" 

Raising a skeptical eyebrow, he said, "How do you know all of this 
stuff? I don't think they routinely teach demonology at convents" 

"I couldn't stand getting wet from the whippings any more. It was sort 
of like my body betrayed me out of spite. One day I broke and finally 
confined to Abi who taught me about it. We had to hide it from the 
Reverend Mother, though, I'm sure she wouldn't have approved. Each day 
in the evening, Abi would give me a book to read she had smuggled out 
from one part of the library's forbidden section or another, and that's 
how I came to understand the world I was part off" Her eyes became even 
sadder. The sound of thunder rolled through the bunker. It looked like 
it would be raining soon. 

"So you see, this is why I didn't want to drag you into my problems," 
she said, standing up and turning away from him, "That guy was a 
warlock, and from what I've gathered this Shannon he works for is an 
even more powerful witch. Other warlocks will be looking for me, and 
they won't stop until they have me. For them I'm the ultimate prize! 
They toasted the abbey and killed everyone in their way to get me, so 
I'm sure they'll be back. That's why I should get away as far as 
possible from you before they hurt you again" 

Mark approached her from behind. Funny, he had walked around with her 
almost the whole day, and only know he became aware of how tiny she 
really was. He was a head taller than her, and even then he would have a 
hand to spare before his chin hit her head. During her tale, he had been 
torn. On one hand, he sympathized with her plight. One the other hand, 
he really wished he could have seen her during it, could have 
participated, holding the whip himself. And when he thought about her 
leaving, it seemed like part of his heart was torn into two, even though 
he had known this girl for only a few hours. He made a decision. 

"And what if I took you?," he said quietly. She whirled around, looking 
quietly in his eyes. "I'm not a warlock, so if I became your master, 
your power would be lost to them, am I right?" 

Her thoughts seemed to be racing, a fleeting hope glimmering in her eyes 
before being lost again. She lowered her head and shook it. 

"It's too risky. I couldn't live with myself anymore if anything 
happened to you" She turned around again. "Goodbye, Mark" 

She made a motion to grab the ladder leading up. Mark was faster, 
though, reaching around her tiny waist and lifting her into the air. She 
gasped as his hands slipped under her shirt a bit, feeling the smooth 
skin of her slim stomach. 

"What are you doing?" 

"You're not really expecting me to let you go when you don't have a 
place you can actually go to, do you?" He swung her legs up so she was 
in his arms completely as he carried her to the bed, onto which he 
tossed her. She squealed. He was over her a second later, having picked 
up a piece of thin rope out of an opened drawer in his desk. 

"And I really don't think that letting a succubus run around for 
warlocks to chase after is good for society," he continued nonchalantly 
as he grabbed her arms, forced them behind her back and tying them while 
thanking the boy scout camp he had been to as a child. Leaning back a 
bit, he looked at her. Her lower lip was trembling as her eyes looked at 
him with a mix of fear, anticipation, lust and approval.

"You've saved my life," she said in almost a whisper, "I don't want 
anything bad happening to you" 

"Oh, I think having my own slave girl is a good danger perk," he said, 
smiling. She blushed a little, her eyes cast down, and gave the tiniest 
of nods. It was all he needed. Within seconds he was over the tiny 
twelve-year-old girl and pressed his lips on her own, mashing them 
together as his tongue shot into her mouth and ravaged it, licking over 
her gums, tongue, teeth and the roof of her mouth before attacking her 
tongue once more and wrestling it down. As soon as their lips touched 
for the first time she moaned into his mouth. 

He had never kissed a girl before, let alone dominated one. The only 
experience he had came from watching hardcore porn of all flavors, but 
with Sabrina, it somehow seemed natural. He was a man, big and chunky, 
taking advantage of a tiny, bound girl. Somehow, her being a a succubus 
had to influence the men around her, made them feel strong while making 
her submissive to their administrations. He continued kissing her for 
several minutes, sipping her saliva while feeding her plenty of his own 
while she made cute, gasping sounds whenever their lips separated for a 
moment. Eventually, he broke away from her, kissing the pit over her 
chin and then the chin itself before licking, kissing and sucking along 
the soft curve of her jaw.

"Ah, Mark, what, ngh, ah, aaaahhhh, areyou, ohhhh, doing, gha!?," she 
moaned and then squealed as he gave her cheek a long, slender lick. 

"Anything I want, my little slave girl," he said quickly before licking 
her temple. Suddenly, he got a wicked idea and licked her eye-lid and 
then, prying the eye open with two fingers, the eyeball itself, 
drawing another squeal out of Sabrina. He had seen this once before in a 
Japanese porn flick and wanted to try it himself. He tasted the salty 
fluid of her eyes and the smooth, gooey eyeball before returning to her 
mouth once more, giving her a long, lingering kiss that left her 
breathless and made her toes curl. 

"You're pretty perverted," she said, eventually, but did so with a 
smile. He licked her nose in response.

"I've not even started!," he said, sliding a hand down. She gasped as he 
rested it on her breast and softly kneaded it through the fabric of her 
shirt. She moaned in pleasure. "Let me tell you something about myself: 
I'm not just pretty perverted, I'm completely perverted. In fact, I 
haven't had a girlfriend because I knew that sooner or later I'd want to 
try out all of the things I've seen in porn or on the Internet, and that 
a typical girl wouldn't let me. But you, my little succubus, just 
admitted to me you get turned on by pain and humiliation-" He grabbed 
her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, hard. 

"Aaaaah!," she gasped, somewhere between a moan and a scream, trying to 
ache her back, but to no avail, as he was still on top of her. Two tears 
ran out of her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. 

"-so I'll be doing everything I've dreamed off with you, instead," he 
finished, looking her in the eyes. "Tell me the truth," he said as he 
started rolling her nipple roughly between his fingers, "that did turn 
you on, right?" It was not that he needed her approval, he reasoned, he 
was merely interested. 

"Yes!," she pressed out through clenched teeth, breathing heavily, "Yes! 
By god I wish it wasn't, but it does! AHHHH!" He had grabbed her other 
nipple when she half screamed again, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. 
Seeing her like this sent a turmoil of feelings through him. Here he 
was, a fifteen-year-old boy having under him a twelve-year-old girl, a 
very pretty and cute one at that, and he could - and would - do with and 
to her anything he wanted. She was frail, vulnerable and looked for 
someone to protect her, and while he wanted to be this person, he also 
wanted to hurt her. He wanted to torture her, leave her screaming in 
pain like she has experienced in the abbey and worse, wanted to beat 
her, cut her, burn her! He wanted to degrade her, piss and shit in her 
mouth and on her body, make her fuck animals and sell her body to 
pedophile sadists. And yet, afterward, he wanted to hold her crying form 
in his arms, hugging her tightly while whispering soothing words into 
her ear, sleeping spooned against her, softly stroking her body. Taking 
her out for a date, laughing and joking with her, kissing her tenderly 
like a boyfriend would a girlfriend. Hugging her and never letting her 
go. This process of thoughts made him realize something. 

He let go of her nipples and touched his hand to her cheek, looking into 
her eyes with a soft look. "I love you," he said in a voice barely above 
a whisper, his voice thick with emotion. She stared at him, tears 
spilling out of her eyes. He bent down and kissed her, softly this time, 
nothing more than a sweet, drawn out smooch on the lips. "I love you," 
he said again, again squeezing her nipple. She gasped again, but this 
time no scream came out of her mouth as she looked at him with wide 
eyes. He bowed down to her ear. 

"This is how I show my love," he said, "I'm going to do the most vile, 
putrid, violent and perverse things to you. I won't be gentle or 
merciful," he dug his nails into her nipple through the fabric, but no 
additional sound came over her lips "and we won't be equals. You are my 
slave, I'm your master, and I'll show you my love by hurting you" 
Looking back, it may have sounded just a tad bit corny, but it was 
coming from both his heart and cock and expressed exactly what he felt. 
Even though he had just met this girl today he knew that he loved her.

"I love you, too, Mark," Sabrina said tenderly while crying. "I'll be 
your slave girl. I'll suffer for you. Take my suffering!" 

He released her nipple and kissed her again, shortly, licking her 
philtrum before delving into a deeper kiss, her tongue submitting to him 
as he led the dance. Eventually, he released her, leaning and crawling 
back until he stood at the base of the bed, looking at her bound body. 
Her chest rose and fell with rapid breathing, her nipples poking through 
the fabric of her shirt like small pebbles. He turned around for a 
moment to pick up a knife. It was a hunting knife his dad had left, its 
30 centimeter long blade sporting both a sharp and a jagged side. With 
it in hand he climbed back into bed and crawled up to her, and while she 
looked at the knife with questioning eyes, she did not speak. Her 
breathing quickened, though, as he brought the knife to her chest. 

Slowly, he dragged the tip over her shirt, not pushing down or anything 
like that, until he reached her armpits. He then carefully shoved the 
blade under the girder of her shirt until it came out at her neck, 
sliding forward until it poked her skin just the slightest bit without 
drawing blood. Then, retracting the blade for a centimeter while 
flipping the jagged edge upside, he drew back his arm while holding the 
material tense, and with this cutting motion the material fell back 
down, separated. He repeated the process with the other girder before 
standing up again and putting the knife away. Back to business, he 
grabbed the remains of the shirt and pulled it away, revealing her naked 
upper body. She gasped. 

To him, Sabrina was one of the most beautiful little girls he had ever 
seen, and having collected porn for over half a dozen years, that meant 
something. Her skin was as white and spotless as anything he had seen of 
her. On her chest, two tiny hills, B-cup size at most, rose and fell, in 
the middle of each a small nipple the color of cherry lip-gloss. Her 
areolae were of the same color as her lovely buds and had the shape of a 
little volcano upon which they sat. For a moment, he tore his eyes from 
the sight to flash her a smile.  

"You're a beautiful little girl," he said, to which she blushed oh so 
prettily and gave him a small "thank you". She shivered as he placed his 
hand on her right boob. "But you're a pervert yourself. Look how hard 
your little nips are for me" He grabbed the protruding bit of flesh in 
question, not too hard but not too gentle either, rolling it back and 
forth between his thumb and forefinger. 

"My perverted little girl," he whispered into her ear while bending 
down. Her tit felt soft and warm against his hand, and since it was not 
too big, he could easily cover it completely, enjoying the soft texture 
while continuing to play with her nipple. He kissed her chin, her cheek, 
dragging his lips over her throat while she moaned, continuing over the 
upper part of her chest before finally reaching his goal. Opening his 
mouth and placing his lips on the soft flesh of her left boob he began 
nipping her softly with his mouth, drawing out further moans from her. 
He began to lick, kiss and suck his way toward the center, moving in a 
spiral shape. He tasted her sweat, and it was salty and sweet at the 
same time to him. 

When he reached the nipple he quickly sucked it into his mouth as hard 
as he could, getting a good part of tit flesh inside as well. She arched 
her back as she writhed, softly calling his name over and over. The 
little peanut was hard as a rock while the areola was softer than the 
boob flesh itself, something he had not considered possible just a 
second ago. He sucked for minutes before releasing her and taking only 
the nipple itself into his mouth, sucking greedily while his tongue 
roughly flicked over it in staccato.

Then, while his right hand was still playing with her other tit, he 
sucked her boob into his mouth again and bit down as hard as he could. 
He did not quite strain himself, but he held nothing back, either, 
sinking his teeth into her delicious tit flesh, the nipple and the 
sensitive areola while once more pinching the other bud, crushing it 
between his thumb and the side of his forefinger until he could see his 
fingers whiten with strain while his molars and corner teeth did their 
best trying to grind what they held trapped into fine powder. 

A shrill scream pierced the room, her back leaving the bed completely as 
she was only supported by her shoulders and the balls of her feet. Her 
whole body quivered and shook, giving him a difficult time as he had to 
hold down her body and continue his not-so tender administrations at the 
same time. As she went down again, he pulled her right nipple as hard as 
he could, drawing it into a thin, long string of flesh as she continued 
to emit shrill shrieks. He enjoyed himself immensely. Being tender to a 
girl, only to switch and torture her like that... No wonder there are so 
many people who enjoy BDSM, he thought. The sight, sound and smell of a 
pretty little girl suffering was something that flushed the mind with a 
feeling of complete, god-like power. At this point, if his cock had 
gotten any harder it would have torn his jeans to shreds. 

After minutes of this torture he freed her, not because he thought she 
could not take it anymore but because the muscles in his jaw and hand 
were becoming a little tired. She gasped as the blood rushed back into 
her nipples, crossing over into perpetual sobbing. Interested, he 
examined her mauled tit. His teeth had not broken any skin, but there 
were teeth marks that seemed to be as deep as half a centimeter, all in 
various shades of black and dark blue. Both nipples were on fire and 
pulsated angrily.

Next, he became tender again and started to kiss and lick his way down 
her flat stomach, and soon she was making the most interesting noises as 
she sobbed and moaned in pleasure at the same time as her breathing 
calmed down. He licked her perfectly soft belly, watching as the muscles 
underneath moved in response and savored the taste and smell of her 
body. She moaned as he reached her belly button and dipped his tongue 
into it, licking around greedily. He moved on downward and soon reached 
the top of her jeans. Without stopping his administrations he unbuttoned 
her jeans and yanked them off her. She gasped as the cold hit her lower 
parts, and once more he took the opportunity to pause and examine. 

She was really slim, the edges of her pubic bone being visible at her 
hips. As he drew his gaze down, following the line of her mons pubis, 
not a single hair met his eye, pleasing him immensely. Finally, he 
reached the slit of her cunt. The outer lips of her labia were fat and 
chubby like with most little girls, but since Sabrina was already twelve 
her development had already advanced insofar a shiny pink stripe shone 
through them. He repositioned himself so he was in between her legs, 
placed a thumb on either lip and pulled them apart. 

"Ah," she gasped, took a few deep breaths and then moaned his name 
before continuing breathing heavily. 

He had seen plenty of cunts, but that was the first time he saw one in 
real life, not counting his sisters. Bowing down as low as possible 
without touching it, he did his best to examine every nook and cranny. 
At the top, he saw her pleasure button, her clitoris. It poked out of 
the clitoral hood, red and hot and pulsating like mad, its slightly 
jagged tip reminding him of a small almond. It could not have been 
larger than a centimeter, hood and all. Beneath, the inner cunt lips 
framed the most interesting part like petals framed a flower. He 
recognized her tiny piss hole, and beneath that found her juicy little 
love opening. Despite the fact that he only held apart the outer, not 
the inner cunt lips, it stood open obscenely, inviting anyone into the 
heaven beyond. This gave the entrance to her love tunnel an almost 
circular form, though its diameter was way smaller than her clit. It 
could not have been more than five millimeters, and he tried desperately 
not to imagine how she would look stretched around his cock, lest he 
came into his pants. He did not have a particular large cock, in fact, 
with twenty centimeters he was around average, but even then she would 
be a tight fit. 

Spanning across most of her entrance, safe for a little slit on top, was 
her hymen. It was of a paler pink than the rest of her, almost white, 
and it tempted him with the treasure it protected. Well, two can play 
this game, he thought. Not being able to resist himself he extended his 
tongue and licked over it, careful, for he wanted to break it with his 
cock. Sabrina moaned in response, encouraging him to repeat this action 
many times, a little harder on each. Looking back, he could now say that 
she had a thick hymen for a girl, as he was able to press pretty hard, 
with it becoming deformed only slightly, snapping right back when he 
withdrew his tongue. Meanwhile Sabrina cooed on in pleasure, encouraging 
him to lick over the whole length of her cunt, starting all the way down 
just atop the perineum and licking all the way up to her clit. As he 
dragged his tongue over it for the first time, her moans grew louder. As 
he reached the end of her clitoral hood, he would restart from the 
bottom once more and licking back up. again and again, becoming faster 
and faster until he lapped her cunt like a dog.  

Her moans were not the only response to this. Her body began to writhe, 
and her cunt hole spilled forth love juices which he lapped up hungrily, 
tasting Sabrina's rich sweetness. Her smell filled him, first his nose, 
then his head and finally his whole being. More and more juices split 
out of her, so eventually he had to slurp while licking, and once in a 
while he even had to stop to take a large gulp. He wanted not a single 
drop to escape, and while he did not quite manage, her pussy produced 
more and more for him in compensation. She groaned loudly by then, now 
and then switching to a little-girl-like whimpering which threatened to 
make him burst his nut prematurely, and he guessed it was only thanks to 
her being a succubus that it did not happen. 

"Aaaaah! Mark! Aaaaah! Ghhhaaaa! Hnnnng!," she moaned, whimpering a few 
times, "I love you! I love you!" 

This encouraged him to work even harder. As she approached orgasm, he 
concentrated himself on her clit exclusively, nibbling and licking the 
little button in between clamping his mouth over it and sucking while 
lashing it roughly with his tongue. As her moans grew louder and louder, 
a sadistic thought flashed through his mind. He continued until she was 
almost there before shifting his head a bit so it was sideways in 
relation to her cunt. Opening his mouth, he lined up his molar teeth 
with the length of her clit, including the hooded part, and crushed it 
between his teeth.  

As she came, she emitted a sound he had never heard before, a scream of 
the shrillest kind, so intense that it did in fact hurt his ears and 
made him dizzy for a second. She drew her breath and screamed again, 
almost as intense as the first time. She arched her back during this, 
her body violently trying to throw him off. Her cunt contracted and 
poured forth what seemed a liter of juices while every muscle in her 
lovely parts contracted violently. 

Next, she screamed deeply, making a sound like a slaughtered beast in 
its death throes as her body tried to fold the other way, but he held 
onto her legs with both a hand and a foot each. Her upper body 
catapulted itself upright nevertheless, in a movement so strong he 
almost rolled off her and lost his hold on her love button, but he 
gritted his teeth and held on, desperately not wanting this moment to 
end. She screamed once more, deeply again, before collapsing on her back 
and sobbing violently. Only then he did let her go. He looked at her 
clit in fascination, his mouth dry despite having been washed in cunt 
juice mere seconds before, his heart pounding in excitement. Although it 
was not bleeding, her clit looked rather like minced meat, if not for 
the color, which was somewhere between purple and angry red. He pulled 
himself up to her face, stroking it, now and then licking the tears away 
from her eyes and cheeks. 

"You're such a good slave girl," he whispered to her, "you suffer so 
bravely for me. You're so beautiful when you're suffering. I love you" 
Eventually she calmed, her heaving sobs quieting down to merely a 
sniffle. Her eyes sought his, looking at him with need. He kissed her 
again, tasting her tongue as she moaned into his mouth. 

"I love you," she finally said with a tiny voice when they broke apart. 
"I'd do anything for you. I have no doubt now that our meeting today was 
destiny. You've made me your slave completely" He smiled at her, feeling 
her love rushing to his heart. 

"Not yet," he said, stroking her cheeks. The tears had stopped. "Not 
before I fuck you" 

"Then do it!," she said, her breathing becoming excited once again. It 
was marvelous how quickly she could recover. "Do me, Mark. Make me yours 
completely!" 

How could he refuse such a request? He quickly ripped his shirt from 
him, noticing her eyes darting over his torso as he fumbled with his 
jeans. He was no bodybuilder, but he liked to think he was a well 
defined fifteen-year-old. Swimming was his only physical hobby, and it 
helped him stay fit despite being somewhat of a nerd. After some 
struggling, only his boxers remained as he repositioned himself between 
her legs once again before taking them off. By then, he could have 
plowed an acre with his cock. As he held it in his hand, stroking 
slowly, he could feel the veins pulsating beneath while the glans 
pulsated with an angry red. Sabrina gasped upon first laying eyes on his 
fuck rod. He was pleased by this, knowing while it was not the largest 
one around, it was not a toothpick either. As he should learn later, it 
was only the second cock she had seen in her life. 

"Please Mark," she begged in a quiet voice, "please put it into me. Make 
me yours!" 

He let go of his cock for a moment and took her legs, hooking them over 
his shoulders. She understood and clasped him with her feet. This raised 
her entrance almost to the level of his phallus. He gripped the sides of 
her hips, slowly increasing the pressure until he was holding her so 
hard it would probably leave prints. She whimpered a little but did not 
protest. Carefully, he moved her toward him and placed his penis on top 
of her cunt, the glans touching her hymen. She gasped at the first 
contact of their genitals, and he, too, felt something like a 
thunderbolt shoot through him. Once more, it was only thanks to his 
newfound discipline he did not come right then. She was so hot it almost 
burned his penis. 

He steeled himself. He was kneeling in front of her, ready to make her 
his. He did. Pressing forward slowly, he began his invasion. She moaned 
as she felt the first pressure, but these moans soon became louder and 
more painful as he stretched her hymen, almost as if it wanted to delay 
this moment as long as possible. It was almost painfully pleasurable to 
feel it against his glans.

"Ahh, ngh, uhh, wha, nnnnnnhhhhhhh, eeeaaaah!," Sabrina groaned, tears 
spilling out of her eyes once more. By that time,his hands were 
beginning to sweat. He increased the force of his grip, now being sure 
he would be leaving bruises. He was groaning deeply and sweating 
profusely, leaving him drenched through and through. Eventually, he gave 
another extra hard shove, and finally his fuck rod won the battle as it 
shredded Sabrina's hymen to bits. Blood spurted over his cock, running 
down the underside, dripping from its base or washing over his balls, 
coating them red before staining the sheets, which would be completely 
ruined by the morning. 

Sabrina continued shrieking in pain, moaning and crying at the same 
time. Momentum had stuffed his glans into her fuck canal, and he could 
not even begin to describe the feeling, though he did his best to think 
of an analogy. A year ago, he had bought a pack of condoms. Back then, 
he was a little self-conscious and so he had bought the smallest size 
available. When he finally had it on, he thought his dick would fall 
off, so hard he was being squeezed. The condoms had nothing on the 
tightness of Sabrina's cunt hole.

Gritting his teeth, he continued pulling her toward him, every 
millimeter taking strength he pulled from he did not know where. Along 
the way, Sabrina began to groan in pleasure and just a little bit of 
pain, making him sure that she felt the same exquisite mix he did. As he 
went on, the inner lips of her cunt rolled back like sleeves on a polo 
shirt from the obscene stretching her fuck tunnel underwent when the 
hard part of his cock went inside. He payed it no heed; he would not 
stop until he was buried inside her completely. In response, the 
contractions of her cunt muscles became both harder and faster. 

"This is it, Sabrina," he said when he reached the last centimeter, 
straining as he pulled her toward him, "Soon I'm inside you completely, 
and when I am, I will be your master forever. I'll own your mind and 
body, and you'll be my eager slave without will or question!" His words 
egged him on, and apparently she heard them, too, as her groans became 
louder and faster. "My slave! My fuck toy! I own you now you little 
whooooooooore!" 

The last word he screamed as he pulled her down the last four 
millimeters in one single motion, using a little too much force. Her 
pelvis slammed into the thick wiry bush of his pubic hair, and he saw 
the slightest ripple of his cock's outline flowing through her stomach. 

She came upon hearing his words, shrieking loudly again. Her love tunnel 
squeezed his fuck rod so hard he could not feel it anymore for a second, 
and again it was thanks to miraculous powers that he did not spill, 
which was hard to do, to say the least. Her pussy pulsated like a fury, 
greedily trying to milk his cock for its sperm, with a pulsating motion 
so fast that one could almost call it 'vibration', while a flood of cunt 
juices built up pressure inside of her. Eventually, they found their way 
around his cock, dripping down its base and off his balls, rinsing off 
the blood. Again, Sabrina writhed, but this time he had a good hold on 
her and was able to control her body's movements, though it was still no 
easy task. He guessed this effort was also partially responsibly for 
delaying his orgasm. He looked at her face, her eyes squeezed shut while 
her lips were partially open, sweat collecting on her lovely eyebrows. 
To him, it was a display of utmost beauty, making him smile.

Finally, after an eternity, she calmed down a bit. Then she started 
sobbing again. He grinned a little, as from what he has come to read of 
her body he could tell that she was exhausted from the sensory overload. 
But they were done only halfway. She may have been been wet before, but 
now his cock was finally lubricated enough to allow him to move it 
easily. Adjusting his knees a bit, he began to thrust. He would draw his 
butt back and shove her away from him at the same time, extracting his 
cock almost completely, leaving only the glans and a few millimeters of 
the hard part within her, before slamming it back in with full force. 
She gasped the first time he did so, and as he picked up his pace, so 
did her lustful panting. 

"Ahhh, uuuuuuuhgngh, ahhhhhhh, Mark," she said, "Ahhhh! I love you. 
Gnaaaaaaah!" 

Despite all the juices pouring out of her, her cunt was still gripping 
him with vice-like power, its velvet texture doing its best to get him 
to spill his load. By now, he knew that he would come soon, so he did 
his best to pleasure her as much as possible, grinding the top of his 
fuck rod against her clit as it slid into her hole. He was grunting like 
an animal in heat, and to be honest, he kind of felt like one, too. His 
nose was filled with her scent, his ears with her cute cries, he still 
could taste her pussy juices and his hands and cock felt nothing but 
her, his whole being flooded by their love making. Most people would 
think that one cannot fuck and make love at the same time, but he would 
not describe this experience any other way. 

"Hhhhhngh, fuck, FUCK!," he swore, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" 

"Ahh, aaaahhh, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed in response as she came 
again at his words, her pussy clamping down on his dick one final time 
as she sent him over the edge. Gripping her hips with all his might, he 
slammed into her one final time and let go. It was unlike any orgasm he 
ever had before. He actually felt the cum rushing out of his balls as 
his cock vibrated, taking what seemed an eternity before vomiting its 
load into her. It spat two, three times before his legs began to 
tremble. His head began to spin and he lost his grip, falling forward. 
He almost crushed her tiny body with his, and for the first time he 
experienced the feeling of her tits and stomach against his own body, 
felt their warm softness, her skin slippery with sweat. His balls 
continued emptying all of the cum they had into her tiny vagina as he 
rested his head on her shoulder, exhausted. 

"I can feel it, Mark, I can feel your stuff in me. It is so hot, its 
almost burning me up," she whispered, over and over, as he poured his 
love into her. 

It seemed to take an hour until it was over, and it took even longer 
before he got back any feeling in his legs and arms. Finally, he was 
able to push himself up, although his limbs were shaky as hell. He 
looked into her face, and it showed nothing but serene, tired bliss. 

"Now I own you," he said in a silent voice. 

"Now you own me," she answered, and as he bent down to kiss her he 
tasted her tongue. He was spent, physically as well as emotionally. She 
gave a short gasp as he rolled onto his back, with her on top of him. 
His cock had shrunken and slipped out in the meantime, and although he 
missed the contact, he was content that they would soon unite this way 
again. He reached out to flip the light switch next to his bed and 
noticed Sabrina was already asleep on top of him, snoring slightly. Heh, 
should not it be the other way around?, he thought. However, he quickly 
fell asleep as well.

When he woke up in the morning, he felt fantastic, as if his whole body 
had been filled with pure energy. When he opened his eyes and saw - and 
felt - Sabrina on top of him, he first thought he was still dreaming. 
Then he quickly remembered the night before and smiled. Looking at the 
electric clock next to his bed, he saw that it was already eight o' 
clock in the morning. On Sundays, the family usually slept a little 
longer, so he had about an hour before he had to let himself be seen 
inside the house. Reaching over, he touched the light switch once, using 
its dimmer function to make just enough light to see more of his little 
lover. As he gently stroked her hair, she began to stir. Raising her 
head, her eyes fluttered open. 

"Good morning," she said, and flashed him a smile. 

"Good morning," he said, "How do you feel?" 

She stretched a little, at least her feet, for her hands were still 
bound behind her back. "I don't think I've ever slept as good as this 
night," she said. 

"Even though your hands are tied up?," he teased. 

She blushed but nodded.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her face to him. Once more he 
relished in feeling her soft lips as he kissed her. He sucked her tongue 
into his mouth and the breath out of her. When he let her go she was 
flushed a deep red. 

"Fuck, I could do that all day," he said. "Unfortunately my mom likes to 
see me in the house once a day, so I'll have to leave in about an hour. 
What do you say we have breakfast before that?" 

She nodded. Just then, her stomach rumbled. "I'm starving. I didn't even 
notice I was that hungry until you mentioned it," she said. 

Crawling out from under her and swinging his legs out of the bed, he 
went to the cupboard, put on a fresh pair of boxer shorts and wandered 
over to the fridge, opening it. He was actually well-assorted and had a 
variety of food stuffs available: Pancakes, cheese macaroni, microwave 
pizzas, various soft drinks and even ice cream. He took out a package of 
pre-cut pancake stripes and a bottle with syrup. 

"I hope you like microwaves pancakes," he said as he opened the edge of 
the packing and popped it into the machine. Two minutes ought to be 
enough, he thought. 

"I've never had pancakes before," Sabrina said from the bed, watching 
him. 

From under the small table with the microwave, he took a clean soup 
plate from a large plastic tub. Another tub was for used dishes, but he 
usually took them to the house the day he used them since they would get 
smelly pretty fast. 

"Really? How come?" he turned around, facing her. "I mean, I understand 
not having had the microwave variety, but you must have had pancakes 
sometimes..." She was currently sitting on the bed, still naked and tied 
up. Her legs dangled from its edge, showing him her pink slit. God, she 
looked sexy! "Spread your legs a little wider," he said before she could 
answer. She blushed but obliged. It was a fantastically obscene display. 

"If you remember yesterday, the Reverend Mother never would let me have 
any breakfast. To be honest, I'd be marveled if she even knew what they 
are. I've only heard about them from a cooking book I've once read" 

The microwave went "ding," signaling that the pancakes were done. 
Carefully he opened the steaming package, dumped the contents into the 
soup bowl, opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount of syrup over 
it. Caping the bottle and putting it into the fridge again, he took the 
plate and brought it to the bed. 

"Uhm, I think you're going to have to untie me so we can eat..." 

He flashed her a grin. "Nope. I'm going to feed you. Come on, lean 
against me" He swung his legs onto the bed, leaning against the 
headboard and watched as she used her legs to shuffle herself toward him 
backward. It was a most interesting sight, giving him a close look of 
her lily white ass. He would have to inspect it further today. Finally, 
she settled down between his legs, leaning her head against his chest. 
She rolled her gray-green eyes up to him. 

"You're really going to feed me?," she asked, half incredulous, half 
helplessly, in a voice that made him nearly hard again. 

"Yep!," he said, fishing a fat stripe of pancake out of the plate, 
shaking it for a moment to lose a bit of the surplus syrup before 
bringing it to her mouth. "Open up!" 

She did, and when he popped in the piece of pancake he got a bit of his 
finger into her mouth as well, which, to his surprise, she sucked as 
hard as she could as he withdrew it. 

"God, that's so good," she exclaimed. Drops of syrup dripped from his 
fingers onto her body and traveled down, making her look like a rather 
tasty treat herself. He fed her another stripe, watching as the syrup 
ran over her chin and traveled over her breasts and nipples. Again, she 
sucked on his fingers, and did the same with the third stripe. By now, 
she was already a small mess. 

"You know, these bedsheets are going to be rather sticky," she said as 
he ate a piece himself. 

He shrugged. "I'm going to have to change the bedsheets anyway" 

He ended up feeding most of the pancake to her, as his hunger was rather 
moderate and feeding her like this, watching as she ate, was too 
enjoyable. A few minutes into this procedure he was already rock hard 
again, his cock pressing against her back through his boxers. She must 
have felt the sensation but mentioned nothing. When the last piece of 
pancake was gone she almost slumped against him and closed her eyes. 

"I'm so full," she said. 

"Good, 'cause now its time for my breakfast," he said. 

She opened an eye and looked at him. "Hm?" Then she gasped as he grabbed 
her and gently pulled her to the side until she was draped over the bed 
sideways. He began attacking her honey-covered tits with his tongue, 
lapping the sweet fluid. She gasped again. "That tickles," she said, but 
soon began breathing heavily. He licked up all he could find, though he 
spent more time on her nipples than would have been strictly necessary. 
They were pink and erect, with no more sign from yesterday's bite marks. 

"I told you I'm a succubus," she said, seeing him stop to marvel, 
smirking slightly before moaning softly again as he licked over her 
stomach. There was a small pool of syrup in the twelve-year-old girl's 
bellybutton which he lapped and drank up with great hunger. No bruises 
stained her hips where he had ground her flesh with his fingers last 
night, and as his gaze moved down, he found something even more 
unbelievable. 

"Why the hell is you cherry back?," he asked, gently running his finger 
over her hymen. 

"I told you, no matter how hurt I am, my body restores itself 
completely" There was just a little too much smugness in her voice for 
his taste. He pressed down on her hymen as hard as he could without 
actually tearing it. She gasped in pain, and he noticed with 
satisfaction that tears shot into her eyes. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, master!," she half wailed, and he let her go. 
Crawling up, he brought his face close to hers. 

"And don't you forget it," he said before kissing her again. He was 
actually tempted to make out with her again, but they did not have much 
time left, and there were still some things he wanted to do with her. 
"Let's go to the bathroom to wash up," he said, getting up and looking 
at her expectantly. By now, she had probably expected him not to untie 
her, and so she worked herself out of the bed into a standing position. 
When she had left the bed he could see the bottom sheet. It was over and 
over soaked with the blood of her virginity. He sighed. It was ruined. 
Quickly replacing it and putting the old one in the trash, he wondered 
how many of these sheets he would go through in the future. 

She followed him to the steel door which was located on the side of the 
room opposite to the entrance ladder. He pressed down on its handle and 
flicked on the light switch. Warm neon lamps lightened up. 

While the main room was a little too small for your typical teenager's 
needs, the bathroom was actually not too bad. It was completely covered 
with small white tiles, save for a drain where the shower was. The 
shower was framed by sliding glass panes which were connected directly 
to the ground and ceiling. Next to it his mother had managed to fit in a 
nice bathtub, and to the right of the entrance were a sink and the 
toilet. Coming in from the entrance, there was another steel door in 
plain sight, but they had been unable to open it, surmising it had been 
bricked up on the opposite side. 

"You see, I really have all I need down here. You'll be able to hide 
here pretty nicely" He looked at her small, naked frame and saw that she 
was fidgeting, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. 

"Yeah, pretty nice," she said, "uhm, you know, I really need to use the 
toilet" She flushed a bit as she spoke. 

"There it is," he said, pointing to it as he closed the door from the 
inside. She looked at it for a minute, dumbfounded, then groaned. 

"You're not going to leave, are you?," she said, becoming even redder. 

"Of course not," he said with a laugh, "I'm your owner. You wouldn't see 
someone turning around every time their dog took a shit, would you, 
now?" She groaned at the debasement, becoming even more nervous now, 
shaking her blond mane. 

"B- b- b- but I really need to go... you know... number two," she said, 
becoming more and more quiet as she spoke. He laughed again. 

"You know, I've always wanted to see a pretty girl shitting and pissing. 
And you're one really pretty girl. Believe me, this is certainly not the 
worst of my fantasies" 

She sighed and hung her head in defeat. He took a finger under her chin 
and rose her head. 

"Hey, now. You're a succubus, and if what you said is true, this is what 
you are made for. To fulfill any desire your owner has. I would never be 
able to do this with anyone else than you" He stroked her chin. She 
sighed and closed her eyes as he rubbed her jaw, leaning her head 
against the palm of his hand. He ended his administrations with a slight 
slap, startling her. "Now go to the toilet, slave girl!" 

When she made the motion of sitting down, he stopped her again, pulling 
up the lid and the seat, leaving only the toilet itself. 

"I can't sit down like this," she complained. 

"That's the point. If you sat down, I'd hardly be able to see, so I want 
you to climb onto the toilet with your feet and squat down. You'll be 
able to go to the toilet like you would in a forest this way. I'll help 
you" 

Before picking her up by the waist he ran his hands over her body, 
caressing her small breasts and flat tummy to which she slightly purred. 
He just marveled at the natural submissiveness of this girl. He put her 
on the toilet so her back faced the toilet tank and made her squat down. 

"Wait a second," he said, kneeling down in front of her. 

She gave a nervous laugh. "No problem. I don't think I could pee just 
right now anyway" Her knees shook a bit, her back leaned against the 
tank. 

From his position he had the most excellent view. Because of her 
position, Sabrina's upper thighs were spread wide, showing off her cunt 
in the most obscene manner. It was still caked with flaky dry cum from 
yesterday's fuck, but was quickly washed clean by the juices it was 
leaking out. Apparently, this embarrassing position turned her on 
something fierce. Under her cunt, her asshole was completely exposed: It 
was a pale pink not unlike the shade of her areolae, looking like a 
small puckered starfish, framed by her unblemished, soft ass cheeks 
hanging below. As he looked into her face, he saw the nervousness mostly 
gone, and she even flashed him a small smile. 

"Now pee at your own leisure. If you miss the bowl, however, you'll be 
punished," he warned. She nodded and let go. Her pee hole flared before 
loosing the yellow liquid. At first it was barely a trickle, dribbling 
over her cunt and shithole before pouring into the toilet; the stream's 
pressure soon increased, however. Soon, her piss was describing an arc, 
and he could clearly see that it was of a deep yellow color. Apparently 
she had not drunk enough the last couple of days. The smell was equally 
strong, having a sour richness to it that filled his nose and made him 
hard. Soon the stream subsided, with the last few drops dribbling over 
her pussy and down her ass again. It had not been much, one couldn't 
have filled a cup with it. Again a sign of little fluid. 

"Uhm, I'm finished," she finally said. 

"I think you've still got to do your number two!," he said sternly. 

She became red again. "But-, But-, But-," she tried, but he interrupted. 

"No butts, only yours shitting into the bowl, right now!," he said, with 
added emphasis on the last two words. She became silent at that and 
closed her eyes, apparently trying to tune out the fact of him being 
there with her. He would have none of it. 

"And no closing your eyes!," he said sharply. Her lids jerked open 
again. He could see the shame and humiliation at being made to do this 
in her face. His cock jerked in anticipation. 

She pressed, her face scrunching up in concentration. For a second, the 
starfish of her shithole contracted, then again, and finally a loud, 
gassy fart escaped with a loud PFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT. 
Sabrina gasped as the sound echoed in the bathroom, tears flowing down 
her face freely as her pussy dribbled another load of juices. Pressing 
her lips together, she strained. He could see the muscles of her stomach 
contract as shiny beads of sweat appeared on her skin. Something seemed 
to move inside of her, as she made a small "Hnngh!" sound with her mouth 
closed, the muscles of her stomach rippled again and her shithole 
finally lived up to its name as the starfish slowly bloomed like a 
flower in summer. The tip of a brownish-black turd appeared. She pushed 
some more. The room was filled with a deep smell consisting mostly of 
methane, the sulphuric component of Sabrina's shit stink being very 
subtle. He inhaled deeply, smelling the essence that was his little 
succubus slave's shit, making his cock vibrate with rage. The turd 
itself was about two centimeters in diameter, and from the look on her 
face he could see that it spread the twelve-year-old girl's anus 
something painful. Fascinated, he watched some more, examining the 
turd's texture with his eyes. The brown surface had several long, deep 
cracks in it, almost like a canyon, but was otherwise almost smooth, 
shining where coming in contact with the room's artificial light.

Centimeter for centimeter she pushed it out, but it was a really long 
turd which only stopped shortly before it hit the toilet's plateau, at 
which point it slowly became thinner until it broke, splashing into the 
water bellow. It had be be one heavy piece of shit, since the splash 
actually wet her ass a little. As the shit broke, her anus contracted 
again, having lost the worst of its load, and a few seconds later the 
muscles of her stomach contracted again as two smaller pieces of shit, a 
few centimeters in length and looking like brown, fluffy pieces of 
nougat, dropped into the bowl. Her shithole contracted a few more times 
after that, but nothing came out, not even another fart. 

"Wow," he said as he looked into her face. "That was beautiful" She 
flushed a deep red as she looked at him, even more tears flowing out of 
her eyes as she tried to give him a half-hearted smile. He had meant it, 
though, having never even thought about examining his own shit, but 
watching a cute girl drop a load was something he could do any time. 

He stood up and took her face in his hands, kissing her tenderly, 
letting her scent fill both of their minds for a few minutes before he 
withdrew again. She looked at him with pleading eyes. 

"Please, Mark, could you wipe me?" She bit her lower lip and cast her 
eyes down, almost as if she afraid of disgusting him by her question. He 
grinned inwardly, as not only was he not disgusted but also because she 
had actually asked him to do this on her own accord. Never leaving her 
eyes he squatted down and pulled a few pieces of toilet paper from the 
roll. Then he focused on her lower parts again. At first, he gently 
padded her cunt dry, which was not an easy task as every time he dipped 
with the paper, it would pour out another serving of love juice. After a 
few times he dropped the paper into the toilet, took some more and wiped 
over her cunt a few times in an upward down motion. She gasped and lost 
more precious fluids. Disposing of the paper again, he reached for the 
roll of toilet paper one more time and examined her anus.

It was mostly clean, having squatted down this way the insides of her 
ass cheeks had not been in the way when she was pinching her stink 
pickle. There were only two small shit stains which he wiped away 
gently, but there was one more thing he wanted to do. Unfolding the 
paper in such a way only one leaf separated his finger from her anus, he 
placed it at her anal opening and pushed inside a little. She gasped, 
then gave off a small moan, then something between a shriek and a groan 
- he really could not interpret it - as he made a stirring motion with 
the tip of his finger. Carefully withdrawing the paper, a small lump of 
shit smeared around where he had penetrated her. He quickly dropped that 
into the toilet as well. 

Finally standing up, he upraised himself to full size as he looked into 
her eyes. He found nothing but love. Taking her face into both hands, he 
bent down, kissing her again, making sure he had his tongue deep inside 
her mouth, wrestling down her own, before he withdrew one hand and 
pressed the button on the cistern, holding her as her offering was 
flushed away. When they parted she was breathing heavily, staring at him 
with lustful eyes. He helped her off the toilet. 

"What do you say we take a shower now?," he asked, inviting her with a 
motion of his arm toward the shower. She stepped inside with him and he 
closed the glass pane before facing her again. 

"You've really made me happy today, Sabrina," he told her, and she 
smiled at that, "but there is one more thing I wanna do to you before I 
have to leave you for a bit. Please kneel down" She looked at him, 
puzzled, but did as he asked, albeit with some difficulty as her hands 
were still tied. "Sit on your heels and spread your legs," he said. She 
did, the pink of her little girl cunt making a nice contrast with the 
white tiles. She looked at him in expectation. 

Now she looked even more vulnerable and submissive, as he clearly 
towered over her. In this position, the poor girl would not even have 
been able to give him a blow job if that was what he wanted right now, 
the most she could have done was licking him slightly beneath the knee. 
He was turned on by a lot of things, and there was almost nothing that 
disgusted him, but that would have done nothing for him right now. He 
wanted something else. Stroking the side of her face like a human would 
a dog's snout, he talked. 

"Please be silent and listen," he said, and his voice was actually a 
little shaky. He would not have needed to make the first order, as she 
had barely made a peep since they entered the bathroom, but he said it 
anyhow because it made him feel stronger. "There is one last thing I'm 
going to do to you, Sabrina. As you've noticed, I have not been to the 
toilet and I need to piss, so I'm going to piss on you. You will look at 
me and open your mouth. When I pee into it, you will hold my piss in it 
until I tell you to swallow. You are not allowed to turn away, though 
you may close your eyes when I piss on your face. I will not stop until 
I've run out of piss and will cover your whole body in it" 

He looked at her, a little afraid of how she would react. She said 
nothing, still looking at him with expectant eyes. She opened her mouth. 
This sight made his cock twitch once more, not exactly helpful when one 
was trying to soften down his penis enough to take a leak. Eventually, 
his penis had shrunk down enough to begin, though his hand shook 
slightly. He moved closer to her face, directing his cock toward her 
lips and began to let loose. A splash of urine jetted out, running over 
her full, pinkish upper lip, dripping into her mouth. Quickly adjusting 
his cock, his stream became stronger, and within half a second he was 
pissing full force into her mouth. His piss hit her tongue first, and 
though she clearly tried not to, she could not help but gag with disgust 
as the taste first hit her. Her tongue undulated for a moment, but to 
her credit she held her face completely still as he slowly began to fill 
her. After a moment, he smelled the acrid, pungent aroma himself, and it 
even stung his own nose, so he could well imagine what his 
twelve-year-old slave girl was going through. The level of pee rose in 
her opened mouth, and as it hit her pearl white teeth, he could see that 
it was of a deep, yellowish-brown color, even darker than Sabrina's own 
piss had been, and though he had drunk a lot the last day, it clearly 
had not been enough to balance that day's large, fatty breakfast. His 
piss soon covered her teeth completely, touched the top of her lip and 
began to spill. He ceased his flow as a few drops of piss dribbled off 
her chin and bedewed her smallish tits.

He looked deep into her eyes as he made her hold his first-stream urine 
for several minutes. He was quite sure that the stink and taste of it 
must have disgusted her, but again, it did not show on her face at all. 
Finally, he gave her a small smile and said: "Swallow!" A blind man 
could have spotted the relief in her face, and he could see the back of 
her throat contracting as she gulped down his offering. Of course, this 
relief would only be short-lived as he quickly filled her mouth with 
even more piss, but this time he did not stop as it began to spill. Her 
mouth brimmed over, and soon a steady stream of urine first dribbled 
then outright spilled down her chin and all over her breasts, wetting 
her stomach and upper thighs before running over her pussy and dripping 
to the floor. He directed his stream to her face now, and she gave a 
small moan of discomfort as he hit her eyes before she had a chance to 
close them. Her straw blond hair quickly became darker as he soaked it 
with piss, the strands clinging to the little girl like a a wet animal, 
and her face became shiny as light was reflected off his fluid. After 
that, he made sure to wet her tits and stomach a little more, a little 
urine actually pooling at the bottom part of her belly button. Sensing 
that he would soon be empty, he quickly moved downward and made a point 
of spraying her pussy, and his aim was excellent as soon he was hitting 
her clitoris, blasting it directly with the last of his hot, boiling 
piss. And even though this could not have lasted more than four seconds, 
it provoked the most amazing reaction in Sabrina. 

Still having her eyes closed she suddenly trembled. A low, throaty moan 
built up, soon turning into a full blown scream. Despite mostly holding 
her position she twitched, shook and quivered as her body seemed to be 
subjugated by a full-blown tremor. He could see her soft flesh ripple 
with vibrations, her small, childish tits jiggling like custard. 
Whipping back her head, her scream becoming a gargle, piss spraying over 
her face and soaking her even further. She tried to breathe in but could 
not, getting a lung full of piss for her efforts and finally bent over 
coughing, spitting and wheezing, while retching in between. It was the 
most incredible thing he had ever seen at that point, and his penis 
throbbed with excitement. Eventually her struggle subsided, and though 
she was was still bent over, breathing heavily, there were no other 
sounds to be heard.

"What was that?," he asked, still in shock. She took another few deep 
breaths before answering him, softly coughing in between before raising 
her head while still bending over. 

"I came!," she exclaimed, "You've made me come!" 

"What?" For a moment he was speechless. Eventually, he found the right 
words. "You are a sickening, disgusting little minx!" She cringed at his 
harsh words. He waited a few seconds before letting her off the hook. 
"And I love every minute of it. You're amazing!," he exclaimed 

She sat bolt upright, looking at him with big eyes. 

"Really?," she said in half a whisper, then, realizing his words in 
full, said in an excited tone. "Do you mean it? Did I please you, Mark?"

He reached down and pulled her to her feet, hugging her face to his 
chest. "I meant every word. I'm very pleased with you, my little 
succubus," he said, stroking her soppy, piss soaked hair while she 
sobbed into his chest. After a few minutes she stopped and looked at 
him. 

"I'm so glad," she said, "I'm so glad I met you. I'm so glad I can stay 
with you, live with you. Thank you for taking possession of me, Mark" 

He chuckled at that. "My pleasure. But you know what, now it's time for 
a shower and a kiss" He took the shower head and held it over her. "Open 
up wide, I need to rinse out your mouth first. There's no way I'm 
kissing a skank with piss breath!" 

She blushed but did as he ordered. At his instruction, she took several 
mouths full of water to gargle with, and after that he rinsed her face 
and hair for a minute before giving her a drink of cold water, letting 
her have as much as she wanted. Then he put the shower head back up and 
switched on the warm water. As they stood there they made out quite a 
bit until he reluctantly let her go and untied her arms. 

"Oh god, you can't imagine how that feels!," she said, rubbing her 
wrists. Having been tied for over half a day had taken the strength out 
of her, so at first her arms hung rather limply as the blood rushed back 
to her hands, the marks of the rope still plainly visible. She had been 
bound constantly, after all. 

"Now, I don't. How does it feel? Uncomfortable," he asked. She tilted 
her head a little. 

"I don't know...," she said. 

"What do you mean, you don't know?," he asked back. 

"Well... Of course it kinda feels good that I can actually move again, 
but... it's also as if something is missing now, you know, something 
that makes me me" Her face scrunched up in a grimace. "Did that make any 
sense?" 

"Yes, I think so," he said slowly, nodding with his words. "Maybe being 
tied up somehow correlates with your existence as a succubus. You told 
me that succubi are slaves to the first man who fucks them, so maybe 
your body and mind respond to that?" 

She nodded slowly. "Yes, I think that could be right" 

"Do you think this could also been the reason you came when I pissed on 
you?," he asked. 

"It has to be," she said, blushing, "Before today, I would never had 
thought about doing things like this. I mean, the mere thought of having 
someone pee on me would have disgusted me. It did disgust me. Sitting 
there, having to hold your nasty urine in my mouth... And you peed all 
over me! Yet it also felt wet, and warm, and somehow the taste in my 
mouth... I can't describe it. I mean, it still was disgusting, and it 
did not get less so, but there was something else, something warm 
building up inside of me, inside of my p-p-pussy" She looked down for a 
moment. "and when your pee hit me there, it was as if it became burning 
hot within seconds, and I came. I don't know why, but I can only assume 
its because you mold me" 

"I mold you?" His voice was a bit incredulous at first, but the more he 
thought about it, the more he liked the word. Yes, he was molding her. 
She literally was putty in his hands. 

"Yes," she said in a small voice. "I become whatever you want, losing 
myself in the process" She looked lost and vulnerable, standing under 
the spray of the shower. He gently raised her head, touching it by the 
chin. 

"Is that really so bad, though? I mean, we might not know each other for 
a long time, but I don't think your personality changed," he said. 
"Can't you think of it more like discovering new aspects of yourself?" 

She stared at his eyes for a long time, a small blush spreading on her 
face. She gave him a small smile. "Thank you. I'm really glad you 
discovered me yesterday, Mark," she said. 

He bent down, kissing her as an answer. They continued making out for a 
while before starting to clean up seriously. Seeing as time had run low 
for him by then, they washed up rather quickly, or rather each other. 
Despite being a bit under pressure by now, he still took his exquisite 
time making sure that her pussy, ass, anus and tits were squeaky clean, 
and afterward he had her wash his own body. Washing his back was quite a 
chore for her as he was so much taller than her, but she insisted she 
did not mind. One thing he did not allow her, though, was touching his 
ass, cock, and abdomen, washing these parts himself. When she asked why 
that was, puzzled at his words, he gave her an answer that made her 
flush. 

"That would be disrespectful, now, wouldn't it, my little slave? My 
lower parts are sacred to you, meaning you may touch them with any part 
of your body but your arms. If they need cleaning, you will clean them 
with your tongue in the future, but we have not enough time left for 
this now," he said. 

After they had dried each other off - again him taking care of his lower 
parts himself - they went back to his room where he got dressed.

"My mom wants me to spend at least part of every day in the house. She 
hasn't made it compulsory, but if I don't go she will drop by, and I 
want to avoid that. You can stay here. Help yourself to anything in the 
fridge that catches your fancy" He handed her the remote control and 
showed her how to work the beamer. She actually became excited at that, 
as she had not been allowed to watch TV in the abbey. After he had made 
sure he was dressed completely - socks, shorts, jeans, shirt and shoes, 
thank god guys dress simple - Sabrina was already busy switching through 
the channels as he left the bunker for the first time since yesterday. 

Now would be a good time to tell a little about the Villa Ivor. 
Actually, it was not quite as fancy as it sounds. While it had been 
build with high grade materials, the architect responsible had also made 
sure that it would not look too kitschy, as Catherine Ivor had always 
said one should not flaunt his riches, especially when he actually was 
not rich. Yes, his mother made quite a good salary in addition to the 
interest they got from the shares Mark's dad has left him, which 
probably made them millionaires - if not exactly multimillionaires - but 
one had to remember that ten people were living off this money, so while 
they were living a comfortable life they tried to keep it simple, and 
the house's plain white facade showed simplicity. 

The Ivors had no pool or tennis court or anything fancy like that, as 
their property was not exactly large, so they were pretty close to their 
neighbors. The house itself had a kitchen, a dining room, a living room 
and six bedrooms with mostly adjoined bathrooms, spread over two stories 
with no attic or cellar - safe for Mark's small little bunker - or, in 
numbers he once had bugged out of his mother when he was younger, about 
200 square meters. Just enough room for it not being cramped despite 
housing ten women. Catherine Ivor, of course, had the master bedroom for 
herself, which also connected to a bathroom for her to use. The rest of 
the bedrooms were used by Mark's siblings, with each bathroom sharing 
two rooms, safe for one room, although that bath was little more than a 
shower, a sink and a toilet.

Of the five rooms left, Mark's twin sister Macy had one to her own, 
connected to the small bath mentioned before. Other than that, each room 
was shared by a set of twins. Melissa and Deborah - though everyone 
called her Debbie - were 13-year-old twins, and Mark liked them very 
much. They had just begun entering puberty, and their bodies were 
already showing it. What was more, they really enjoyed flaunting their 
bodies at him and were not shy about physical contact either. He would 
often watch them do their cheer leading training in the back yard, which 
they would not mind at all. He really loved the two. 

Erica and Heather were a rather strange case. Both were extremely cute 
11-year-olds and would have probably melted every boy's heart at school 
if they socialized a little more. That was not to say that they were 
seclusive or socially awkward. Everyone at school liked them pretty 
much, but they seldom went out or met with friends. Also, they were 
really close. Now, that was normal with most twins, as they would often 
share common interests, but Erica and Heather took it to a whole new 
level. How so? The two of them never ever went their separate ways, 
something everyone found out the hard way when they first entered 
school. They had been sorted into different classes since the teacher 
feared they would distract each other. In the end, it turned out they 
became so distraught by their separation Catherine Ivor had to collect 
them from school that day. Since then they always were in the same 
class, always sharing the same desk and - much to the teacher's delight 
- never making trouble. Straight A students, too. They also were big 
fantasy fans and shared this hobby with each other, sometimes even 
role-playing at home. The outside world thought their closeness was cute 
but their mother at first was rather disturbed and actually sent them to 
a shrink. He would find nothing, though, and other than their odd 
closeness thought them well-balanced children and sent them home. 
Eventually, she stopped wracking their brain over it and simply let them 
be. Mark seemed to be one of the only people who did not subvert their 
togetherness through presence, and so they were always nice to him. 

Mark's older sisters April and May, both 17-year-olds, on the other 
hand, were a different case. Being the firstborns of the family had 
somehow instilled them with a sense of elitism and snootiness, and so 
they always made sure to dissociate from their siblings. Most of the 
time this was easy as they were away for most of the day to meet with 
various study groups to prepare for their A-Level exams, but at their 
mother's insistence they still lived at home and pretty much had to 
chauffeur every one of them around when needed to, and they resented it. 
So they were always haughty in their sibling's presence and more than 
once made nasty remarks to them. 

Last but not least, there were the 9-year-old twins, Daphne and Laura. 
If one had payed attention he might have noticed that there were two 
bedrooms not yet accounted for; this was because in contrast to the 
other twins, they did not share a bedroom. The reason for this was 
simple: Daphne and Laura despised one another. Perhaps they did not feel 
as close as the others because they were fraternal rather than identical 
twins. Unfortunately, they still shared a bathroom, and every morning 
you could hear them shouting and fighting as one of them or the other 
threw a tantrum of sorts. They were nice enough to their other sisters, 
although they never really got along with Mark, leaving him to guess 
girls of their age still thought of boys as icky or something. 

He entered the house through the front door and was immediately 
assaulted by sounds of screaming, laughter and other usual family 
mayhem. As soon as he closed the front door behind him, he was almost 
ran over by Laura as Daphne ran after her sister, insulting her. As they 
ran up the stairs, he saw Laura had once again stolen her sister's 
favorite comb, an old thing made of cedar wood she had found on a garage 
sale for fifty cent. As he made his way to the dining room, he found May 
in the living room sitting on the sofa chatting busily with someone on 
the cell phone. 

"Gosh, you should have, like, seen him then. He stood there like an 
idiot with his box of chocolates, and I was, like, 'do you really think 
I'm going out with a nerd like you', and then he, like, started crying 
and stuff, it was hilarious!" 

Shaking his head, he let her be and pushed open the door to the dining 
room. 

"Good morning!," he said to no one in particular. Greetings chimed back. 
Breakfast at the Ivor household had always been a rather informal 
affair, with people coming and going when they liked. The only rule was 
that one had to clean up after himself, but that was a given since they 
had no maids to wash the dishes. 

Currently, about half the family was having breakfast on the table. As 
usual, Erica and Heather were sitting together, chatting quietly, while 
Melissa, Macy and Debbie loudly yapped on the other end of the table. 
Behind them, his mother was pacing up and down, cell phone in one hand 
while holding her ear closed with the other. Walking past them into the 
kitchen, Mark got himself a glass of orange juice first before joining 
them.

"Girls, you should be a bit more quiet," he said, pointing his thumb 
toward their mother. 

"Aw, come on, Mark, it's Sunday. She shouldn't be working anyway," 
Debbie argued cheekily. 

"Don't be insolent, sis, if it weren't for mom you wouldn't be able to 
afford that wardrobe of yours," Melissa chided her, becoming a bit more 
quiet in the process. Both had brown, wavy hair down their upper back, 
though Melissa always wore hers in twin pigtails flowing down the sides 
of her face.

"Nothing about my closet's content from you, missy, not with you 
constantly borrowing stuff," Debbie countered. 

Melissa smiled impishly. "Well, that's what twin sisters are for" The 
twins giggled. 

"I didn't see you any more after you went home yesterday, and when I 
checked on you later you weren't there," Macy said 

Shit! "I was wandering around the neighborhood a bit," he said lamely. 

Melissa raised an eyebrow. "You're not usually one who goes on walks. 
What happened?" 

"Nothing really. I had a leg cramp from swimming too much and was trying 
to walk it off." 

"Well, it's true that boys your age sometimes get stiff," Debbie said 
innocently. Macy almost snorted back up the milk she was drinking. 

"Haha, very funny," he deadpanned. Debbie, however, still had an ace up 
her sleeve. 

"Oh really? Don't think I haven't seen you yesterday, mister!," she said 
with a triumphant smirk. Coldness crept up his body. 

"What do you mean?," Macy asked with tears in her eyes after she had 
finished coughing. 

"I've seen our brother with a gi-irl," she sang. His body must have 
frozen over. 

"Wow, really, Mark?," Melissa exclaimed. "Hey, why didn't you tell me 
yesterday, Debbs?" 

"Uhm," he tried to say. 

"I wanted to take you and our brother by surprise. So, who was she, 
Mark? She seemed pretty cute. Did you do anything with her?" 

"'Do'? Like what?," Macy asked with a dark expression he really did not 
like. 

"I-," he tried again. 

"Something teenagers of this age frequently do with each other, of 
course, silly!," Debbie said, flashing a look at Melissa. 

"Playing poker, perhaps?," Melissa asked in an ridiculous stupid voice, 
playing off her sister. 

"No, silly!," Debbie mock-chided her, "I'm talking about S-E-X. Sex!" 

Macy gasped and looked at him intensely. He was looking like an overripe 
tomato by now, and would not have been surprised had his head burst into 
flame from the heat suddenly rising from it. 

"Is that true, big brother?," Macy asked him, and he immediately knew he 
was in trouble. Mark was older than her by only a few hours, so he was 
not really a "big" brother to her, so the only time she would play on 
this was either when she wanted something or when she was angry. "Did 
you fuck some random hussy you didn't even know?" 

This question really pissed him off for some reason. 

"Even if I did it wouldn't be any of your business," he said, furious. 
Melissa and Debbie gasped. 

Macy shot him an angry look. Without another word she stood up, took her 
plate and cup to the kitchen and left the room. He looked after her, 
confused. 

"What the heck just happened?," he asked the twins. 

Debbie looked at each other carefully. It was Debbie who spoke "Isn't it 
obvious, Mark? She's jealous. For weeks now she's been trying to get 
closer to you again" 

"But what does that have to do with some girl I just barely talked to?," 
he asked, hoping his lie would not be detected. "Really, that's all that 
happened. I don't even know her name!" 

"Oh, brother...," Melissa said, giving him a pitying look, "You really 
don't get girls at all, do you?" With that the twins also went their 
way, leaving him alone in his confusion. 

"Girls," he muttered under his breath. Even though he has only known her 
for a couple of hours, he already preferred Sabrina's 
straightforwardness. 

Next to him, Mom shut her cell phone with a snap. "Mark, honey, could 
you please tell me what just happened between you and your sisters?" 

He rolled his eyes. 

"Nothing, mom," he said and cleared away his food stuff. But I'm going 
to apologize anyway, he thought. Walking through the living room - May 
still was ballooning their telephone bill - he went up the stairs to 
Macy's room. Standing in front of it, he raised his hand, hesitating. 
This had once been their room, Macy's and Mark's, until he had moved 
into the bunker two years ago. Since then, he had been avoiding her, 
also avoiding her recent attempts at reconciliation since when they 
started a few weeks ago, still being pissed over her treatment of him 
two years ago. He knew it was a childish reaction, but since he could 
not simply put her over his knee and spank her like he wanted, this had 
been the next best thing to him. It was time to stop this nonsense. He 
knocked and went in. 

Other than to move out his stuff he had not been in this room very often 
after his falling-out with Macy. It was still as big as he remembered, 
with the large bookshelf lining the wall to the left, a set of cupboards 
to the front, now interspersed by a make-up mirror, and a desk and a 
large bed right when you came in. Macy was currently lying on the bed, 
her head buried in the pillow. She raised her head briefly when he came 
in and scowled. 

"Oh, it's you. Get out!," she said. 

"I just wanted to apologize. I didn't mean to make you mad," he said, 
rubbing the back of his head. He really hoped that was the right thing 
to say. 

She stared at him for a moment than sank back down. This time, however, 
she put her chin on the pillow, looking at the cupboards while avoiding 
his gaze. 

"All right, I forgive you," she said in an empty voice. Nothing more. 

He began to grow uncomfortable at her silence. Oh, what the heck, he 
thought. He went to her, sat down on the edge of the bed and gently 
stroked her head. 

Suddenly, he was flooded by raw emotion, though it was not his own. It 
was like watching someone else from afar. He felt love, confusion and 
devotion, warmness and anger. He saw pictures from their childhood, with 
Macy being by his side when they played in the forest where he would tie 
her up and tickle her, from when they hanged around in the neighborhood 
and pranked old Mr. Lancaster, and the time they swam together in the 
school's pool after having sneaked into the faculties at night. Snippets 
of sound filled his mind. "I love you, big brother," "That tickles so 
much! No more!," "Are you proud of me?," "Promise you will stay with me 
forever," "Big brother! Don't leave me!" The last bit he recognized 
from the day he moved out of their room. 

The visions stopped, and though he did not know why, he was sure that he 
just had taken a peek into Macy's mind. He stared at his hand. 

"Don't!," Macy said, flinching away from him a bit and cluing him what 
just had happened could not have taken more than a few seconds. 

"What?," he said, confused. Macy turned around and looked at him. He was 
able to make out tear marks on her face. 

"Don't touch me. You've lost that right the day you've abandoned me" He 
knew they would have to have this conversation with her sooner or later. 
Deciding to concentrate on the task at hand, he put the little mystery 
from just this minute on hold. 

"I haven't abandoned you, Macy. You were the one who wanted nothing to 
do with me anymore after I moved out," he said. Macy gave a frustrated 
groan and buried her head in the pillow again. 

"Forget it," she said, her voice muffled. 

He was looking at her. She was currently wearing a green girlie shirt 
with the word "Deception" printed on it, but he was unable to see it 
since the text was on the front side. He knew the shirt perfectly, 
though. It had been a gift from him to her four years ago. He had bought 
it on a whim, and it was hopelessly oversized for her. Now it fit her a 
bit better, though it was still lose, he saw. Why is she wearing this if 
she is still mad at me?, he thought. The shirt was bunched up at the 
bottom, enabling him to see half of her lower back before the jeans she 
was wearing covered her up again. He liked the way her ass looked in 
these pants, though what he liked even more was when he discovered the 
top part of a red thong. He got hard within seconds. Despite the fact he 
had a girl in his room he could do with anything he wanted, seeing this 
tiny piece of skin and half a thong made him hard instantly. 

That did not surprise him at all, however. This was his sister, the 
person who he loved more than anything in his life, after whom he had 
lusted since they were little children. As long as he could think, Mark 
wanted to have her, to own her and use as a love and sex slave. The dark 
fantasies about his own twin sister had been the reason for his escape 
from this room, since when he entered puberty, he did not think he would 
be able to restrain himself any longer. And even if he could she 
certainly would have noticed a rock hard boner against her ass in the 
morning. Now that he had Sabrina as an outlet he had thought she would 
be able to put his feelings for Macy to rest. He had thought wrong. He 
could not control himself any longer, not without doing something first. 
He would handle the consequences later. 

His whole hand shook as hell as he placed it on her skin. It was 
slightly tanned and warm to the touch. Sliding up and to the right, he 
felt its silky texture, and as he added his other hand, he slid up and 
to the other side. His sister was not wearing a bra, he noticed as he 
gently fondled both sides of her C-Cup tits. For a fifteen-year-old, his 
sister had one of the nicest sets he had ever seen. An incredible 
feeling seemed to wander through his fingers into his body and directly 
to his cock as it jerked in lust. 

"Mark, what are you doing?," she whispered in a very clear voice. She 
must have turned her head to the right, as he still only saw her 
shoulder long, wavy brown hair on top of the pillow. There was no fear 
or disgust in her voice, only curiosity. 

"The very thing I wanted to avoid by leaving this room two years ago," 
he whispered back, his voice thick with lust and emotion. She turned and 
sat up, his hands slipping from her shirt in the process. He placed them 
in his lap as he looked her intently. Her eyes were wide, her mouth 
open, and her face showed confusion. She had not yet realized, did not 
yet understand. He would make her understand. 

Slowly but steadily he leaned forward, his head approaching hers. She 
did not move as he firmly took her face in his hands and pressed his 
lips on hers. It was not a lustful kiss as his first with Sabrina had 
been. With Macy, he was gentle, pressing their lips together slowly and 
gingerly as he put his tongue into her mouth. He tasted his sister for 
the very first time, his senses being flooded by her flavor while he 
drank her sweet saliva. He ran his tongue over her braces, carefully 
examining every dent before running it over the top of her teeth to feel 
their texture. But when he reached her tongue, her sweet, pink little 
muscle, ran over it with his own, also internalizing its texture, he 
found that she had frozen. Mere seconds later he felt her head trying to 
get free from his hands. He let her go. 

She shot back on her bed, hitting the wall behind her. Her eyes were 
wide in shock, her face was flushed red and she was breathing heavily, 
one hand over her bosom to calm down her racing heart. 

"Mark," she half whispered, "What... what just happened? What did you 
mean?" 

His face flushed in anger. How was it possible that even now she still 
did not get it, still did not understand? 

"I love you, Macy," he simply said. 

"I-I love you too Mark! Of course, you're my brother," she said, her 
voice sounding broken. 

"But I don't love you as a sister, at least not exclusively!," he shot 
back hotly, "I also want to love your body, have it as my plaything to 
do with as I want!" She shrunk at his words. "I want you to be mine to 
live out my darkest fantasies! I want to own you, Macy" He had spoken 
these words with a dark tone, wanting what he was not able to put into 
this sentence to be carried by his voice. 

The hand not covering her chest flew to her head, covering an eye as she 
wiped over her sweaty forehead. 

"Wait, wait Mark!," she said, her voice squeaky, "I, this, this has to 
be some kind of misunderstanding!" She took a couple of breaths, "I-I 
just don't understand!" She was stammering by now. But he had 
anticipated she would be unable to understand, would be unable to return 
what his heart and cock desperately were aching for. He just shook his 
head and walked out of the door, closing it behind him. As he stood 
there for a few minutes, trying to calm down his own raging mind, he 
heard gentle sobs coming from the closed door behind him. He left as 
quickly as possible. 

As he raced down the stairs, he almost floored an astonished April who 
threw a curse at him he did not understand, but he was neither able to 
hear what she said nor did he care. He ran out of the house, slamming 
the door shut behind him and raced to the back of the property, to the 
small open metal shack. Ripping open the lid, he slid down the ladder as 
it fell shut, punching a red button next to the ladder, locking the 
entrance. 

Sabrina was lying on the bed, next to her a couple of empty cans of 
coke. She looked at him, waving the hand she was holding the remote 
control with, smiling happily. 

"Hey, Mark," she said, "you're back! I was already missing you. You 
wouldn't believe the number of channels you get on this thing, well, I 
think you would believe but..." 

She did not get any further. Taking a running leap, he threw himself 
onto the bed. She shrieked as he tackled her and shoved her onto her 
back, but soon afterward she started emitting moans of pleasure, for his 
head had landed level with her crotch. His tongue shot out, angrily 
attacking her little pleasure button, alternatively licking, sucking, 
washing, flicking over or poking it with little to no rhythm. He wanted 
to fuck her into submission, to take out all his pent-up sexual 
frustration on her. He sank his teeth into her clit, making her shriek 
in pain, working them all over the hooded part before heavily scratching 
the uncovered red little almond tip with them. Then he would once more 
become gentle, outright pleasuring her while also tasting the inner lips 
of her labia and forcing the tip of his tongue as far into her piss hole 
as possible. 

All of that time he was thinking of Macy, how he wanted it to be her to 
receive his tongue, her to suffer for him in pain, her he was making 
shit in front of him, her he was dousing with his piss! And finally, 
mere seconds before Sabrina came, he realized that it never would be, 
that he would never be able to have his twin sister the way he desired, 
and this knowledge made him collapse into Sabrina's crotch, crying like 
a baby. 

At first, she did not know what was going on, looking down at him in 
confusion. However it did not take a long time until she was shuffling 
out from beneath him, crawling close and taking his head, holding it 
against her stomach while stroking his hair softly. 

"There, there," she would simply whisper, "It's alright, it's alright" 

It took quite a while until his tears finally subsided. He raised his 
head and looked into her eyes, a feeling of warmness and gratitude 
filling him. He pulled himself upright, crawled over to her and hugged 
her tightly, pressing her head against his shoulder. She did not quite 
understand but recognized his gratitude, for she hugged him back, her 
small arms not even reaching around his body. Pulling away a little, he 
kissed her, a little harder than he had kissed Macy but still tenderly. 
She closed her eyes as he did, simply savoring the feeling as their 
tongues danced under his lead. Finally, they broke apart. She was a 
little flushed, her breath heavy.

"I love you, Sabrina," he said, looking into her eyes. She gazed back at 
him in wonder. 

"I love you, too, Mark," she said, still a little shocked. "What 
happened to you?" 

He turned away his head, casting down his eyes. After debating with 
himself for a moment, he began to talk. He was a little anxious about 
her reaction while doing so - after all, he was telling her about his 
feelings for another woman, and his sister to boot - but she surprised 
him by showing now sign of jealousy whatsoever when she answered. 

"I'm sure your sister just needs a little time to digest what she's just 
learned. To be frank, just grabbing her like that was a stupid move, no 
wonder she freaked out! Just leave her be for a while, I'm sure you'll 
be able to talk things out then" 

As he looked at her, he asked miserably, "But I basically told her I 
wanted her to be my fuck toy! How could she ever forgive me?" 

Sabrina just smiled. "You'd wonder how much we can forgive for someone 
we love. And if I understand what you've told me correctly, your sister 
does love you and wants to be closer to you again"

He sighed. "I've been so stupid!," he cursed, slapping his forehead, 
angry with himself. "Telling my sister that I love her and want her to 
by my sex toy, as if that'd ever happen!" 

"We can't help the way we feel, Mark," she said in a soft voice. 

Again, he groaned from his sheer idiocy. Then he raised his head again, 
smiling at her. "Thanks, Sabrina. You've really been helping me. Wow, 
here I go and tell one girl I love about the heartache I have for 
another girl. Did I make you jealous?" 

She shook her head, smiling. "Of course not. After all, I'm your sex 
slave, and as my master you're entitled to as many girls as you want!" 

He had to smile at that. He pulled his shirt over his head and, throwing 
it aside, pulled her close to him as he took possession of her mouth 
once again. As they kissed, he began to make out with her, raking his 
hands over her body as she wrapped her hands around his own. She was 
smelling nice and clean, her scent filling his nostrils as the warmth of 
her skin spread to his upper body. Her tiny tits felt very soft squashed 
against his chest, and her stomach was as smooth as ever. As he was 
sitting with his soles touching each other, she had to raise herself to 
full length, kneeling in the basin formed by his legs. He caressed her 
back, feeling her shoulder blades sticking out a bit as his fingers 
traveled down, once again marveling over how tiny she was. As he reached 
her ass she gasped, and he realized that this was really the first time 
he was fondling her butt. It was as soft as a marshmallow, warm to the 
touch and as smooth as anything he had ever felt, and when he began 
kneading it with both hands her tongue shot into his mouth deeply as she 
moaned. 

As his hands moved inward, the texture of her butt became smoother. She 
gasped when he reached the top of her crack and followed the rubbery 
area down, giving a soft whine when he finally reached her little pink 
anus. The muscle twitched lightly as he drew his fingers over it, 
feeling its hotness, and when he made a circular motion he came to a 
small, fleshy piece of skin just bellow her anal entrance, the end of 
her perineum, he knew. He pinched it gently, drawing more moans out of 
her before following the length of the seam, dragging his middle finger 
over it. It was only a short way before he reached the bottom of her hot 
pussy that way. 

"Oh, Mark," she gasped, breaking their kiss, "Take me! Take me, please!" 

"Oh, I will," he throatily spoke into her ear, sending a shiver down her 
spine, "But it won't be your pussy I'm going to fuck" He lightly touched 
her asshole again. 

"I don't care!," she moaned, "Just stick it in me, please!" 

"Then get on your knees, put your head down and your hands behind your 
back so I can tie you up, you little minx!," he growled. 

As she climbed off him, he could see that his jeans were completely 
soaked by her juices, with more cunt slime sitting in a puddle on top of 
them since the material had become so sated it had become unable to 
absorb any more fluid. Bending over to her, he slapped her ass once, 
hard. She shrieked, but from his position he could see more juice 
pouring out of her. Apparently she was really turned on by pain, which 
was good for her, since he was going to fuck her without lubrication. 

But first things first; standing up from the bed, he quickly went over 
to his desk and opened the top left drawer. Here, he always stored 
various things he did not need every day but would need once in a while, 
such as the rope he had used to tie up Sabrina, however a single piece 
of rope would not suffice for what he was planing to do. Rummaging 
around the drawer, he quickly found what he wanted: A bunched up ball of 
clothesline, a clean rag and a pair of scissors. 

Quickly returning to the bed, he found that she already had put her 
hands behind her back, but he did not just want to tie her wrists this 
time, so he quickly crawled up to her and adjusted her so that she was 
grabbing her elbows with her hands. Then, doubling up part of the 
clothesline, he began to loop it around her elbows so she would be 
unable to move, tying them with a double knot. Grinning, he gazed at his 
work. Her arms would be totally immobilized now. 

He looked at her. As he wanted, she was before him on her knees, her 
lower legs spread to give him easy access. Her forehead was touching the 
mattress, her delicious pink anus in plain sight. Leaning forward, he 
licked over the delicious starfish, drawing a gasp and a moan out of his 
small lover. Even though she had just showered she smelled, a faint 
mixture of anal gland secretions, sweat, love juices and just the 
faintest trace of shit. The taste coated his tongue, making his dick 
throb, knowing he was licking a twelve-year-old girl in her dirtiest 
place, and he still wanted to go deeper. Pressing down with the tip of 
his tongue, her anus pulsated, causing her to moan louder, and he used 
his motion to jam his tongue into the little girl's shithole with one 
fluid motion. She shrieked. 

"Oh, Mark, what are you doing?," she gasped, but soon she was unable to 
to say anything else as she gave the most weird groans and pants Mark 
had ever heard her emit. The insides of her shitter tasted like the 
outside had, only stronger, the brut, musky aroma filling his nose and 
head while she continued making cute, whining sounds. He guessed she did 
not know what to make of the weird sensations flowing through her, tough 
her cunt seemed to do, as he could feel her anus continuing to massage 
his tongue. Mark had always loved girl's asses, more so than their tits, 
and found himself enjoying the situation, knowing he would continue 
eating asses after this first time. Of course, he would only do so 
before they had been fucked, and that reminded Mark to return to his 
primary task. He extracted his tongue from Sabrina's anus, causing the 
girl to squeal once more. 

"Oh, Mark," she panted, "what was that?" 

"This was merely me enjoying your ass with my tongue. I won't be able to 
do that once I fuck you," he said, pulling at her upper thighs so she 
lay on her stomach.

He still wanted to tie up more of her, so he grabbed one of her small, 
delicate feet and bent them backward at the knee until the balls of her 
feet hit the bottom of her ass cheeks, again carefully winding the 
clothesline around the folded limbs until she was secured completely. By 
the time he was finished with her other foot, Sabrina was panting like a 
bitch in heat, an even larger lake of cunt slime sitting at the entrance 
of her fuck tunnel. 

He was hard as a rock by then, desperately needing to fuck the 
delicious, tied-up twelve-year-old girl before him. Having been a virgin 
until the day before, he had never fucked an ass before and was quite 
looking forward to it. Being able to do it exactly how he had envisioned 
his first anal fucking was definitely a plus; with a typical girl he 
would have needed to be slow, gentle and probably been required to use a 
condom and lots of lubrication. No such nonsense would be required with 
Sabrina, his little slave succubus, who would do exactly as he asked. He 
would not even need to concern himself about hurting her, as any damage 
he would inflict would be gone a few hours later.

Loosing his stained pants and boxers, he gently spread her tied-up legs 
as she lay there on her stomach and positioned himself between them. 
Taking the rag, he wiped away his drool from her ass. His raging 
erection was pulsating with anticipation, the purple veins underneath 
its skin pumping nonstop, the deep-red glans twitching steadily. Leaning 
forward, he had to spread Sabrina's ass cheeks some more in order to 
unveil her anus. He gently touched his cock against her anal entrance, 
grabbing her hips as he leaned forward, licking her back.

"Please, Mark, I need you inside me!," she moaned. 

"This is going to hurt, Sabrina. I'm going to fuck you without 
lubrication. Maybe you'll even tear from the strain!," he hoarsely 
whispered into her ear, his breath ragged. 

"I don't care!," she groaned. 

He did not, either, and would have fucked her anyway. Still, the fact 
that she consented so readily to something that would give him massive 
pleasure and her excruciating pain made him think about his feelings for 
her for a second, and he found while the prospect of hurting her did 
turn him on, he also loved her dearly and hoped her masochistic side 
would get some pleasure out of it. He pressed forward, his cock knocking 
against her anus, the glans bending a little as it found no entrance. He 
increased his pressure, but to no avail.

"Nghh!," she grunted. 

"You have to relax your asshole," he advised, "Push outward like if 
you're taking a shit" 

She groaned from his dirty talk but did as asked, her shitter twitching 
first before slightly pushing outward, opening up a little. Acting as 
quickly as possible he forced his raging erection inside until the glans 
was gone completely. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh!," she screamed at the sudden 
dilation, but he payed her no heed as he continued his brutal intrusion. 
God, she is tight, he thought, even tighter than her cunt was, if that 
is possible. Already his glans felt as if it was being squished into goo 
by the hot walls of her sphincter. He pressed on, but it was hard since 
there was no liquid to ease up his intrusion, the hard walls of his fuck 
rod chafing against her bone dry shitter, the saliva left behind from 
him rimming her wiped away. It was actually a little painful, just 
enough to flood his senses, though, and he knew it had to be much more 
extreme for Sabrina. His little love slave was screaming her head off, 
shrieking inhumanly, groaning and crying while sobbing heavily, but to 
her credit she never once pleaded for mercy. As he thought about his 
little love slave suffering for him so beautifully, it made his heart 
and his cock flutter once again. 

It took minutes to proceed even a single millimeter, as unlike with her 
cunt, he was not making steady process. His cock would advance, maybe 
one, two millimeters apiece, and then it would get stuck again. All the 
time, his hands were grabbing her hips to keep her from squirming 
around, not to pull her toward him. He let gravity do most of the work 
as he pressed his whole weight into her. Eventually, he felt something 
tear inside of her as he suddenly slid in further for two whole 
centimeters. Sabrina almost exploded with the pain she was feeling.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! 
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah haaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!," she 
screamed, shrieking in between, her whole body convulsing. Her screams 
made his ears ring painfully, but they also shot through his whole being 
and made him vibrate in pure pleasure, the sadist inside of him 
delighted. He continued on, and at least the leading part of his cock 
had it a little easier. Soon, he felt it engulfed by a warmer, even 
hotter mass, letting him know he had hit the shit inside of her. Because 
of this new development, he was able to descend a little faster into the 
depths of her shithole, though it still took him well over half an hour 
before his wiry pubic hair chafed her smooth baby ass. He sagged forward 
at that moment, exhausted from the task, and for a couple of minutes he 
rested himself on his little lover. That way, Sabrina's squirming was 
hindered almost completely, thought she was still sobbing and groaning 
in pain, too exhausted to continuously scream any more. 

After a couple of minutes he went to work again. All the time his 
phallus had done its best to rip through her bowels like an overcooked 
sausage, with neither her intestine nor his cock yielding to the other. 
Well, it was time to end this battle. Using a quick stroke, he withdrew 
his cock almost completely, with only the glans remaining inside. Once 
again, Sabrina let hear an ear-splitting shriek, drawn out long, and 
when he looked down at his cock he finally got an inkling why. It was 
streaked brown with her shit, but it was also covered with blood from 
her anal passage, dripping from it and making interesting patterns on 
her butt cheeks. Leaving her no time to adjust he rammed it back inside, 
drawing another scream from her as he began fucking her as hard as he 
could. No "picking up the pace" like he had done when first encunting 
her, this was one brutal fucking from the start solely for his pleasure. 
Every time he withdrew his fuck rod, part of her intestine's mucous 
membrane was pulled back with it as well, trying to suck his phallus 
back inside desperately like a red, shiny garden hose. Her slippery shit 
and internal bleeding lubricated his cock in admirable fashion, and even 
though her hot insides still did their best to tear him apart through 
sheer pressure, they had not an inkling of a chance at stopping him.

All that mattered any more was sound of her screaming, the exquisite, 
tight feeling of her shitter around his fuck rod, the scent of the 
filthy mixture of anal blood and shit pouring out of her and the taste 
of her sweat as he liked and kissed her back while he fucked her. 

"You fucking whore!," he whispered into her ear, grabbing hold of her 
hair to stop her from squirming, "you dirty preteen bitch! You little 
fucking cunt pig! Say that you love me, pig! Say it!" 

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhnggggggggghhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhn, I, ah, ah, 
aaaaaahhhhhhhh! I love you Mark! Aiiiiiiiiiiiie! I love you!," she 
screamed and sobbed. That was enough to send him over the edge. Slamming 
into her one final time with all the power he had left, his ass clenched 
as he howled in pleasure. His whole body quaked, sweat pouring out of 
his pores, dripping on top of Sabrina and actually making a few small 
puddles. For a moment, it seemed like all of his body's energy focused 
on creating a gigantic vacuum leading from his ball sack to his fuck rod 
before popping his testicle's cork. Despite being unable to see it he 
just knew he had literally never come that much before. His cock spat 
out its load like a college frat boy his stomach's content after his 
tenth beer, providing a continuous flow between larger bursts of cock 
juice. 

"Ahhhh, so hot, so hot!," Sabrina screamed. 

His cock pulsated as it pumped like a leaky water faucet while he 
continued spouting obscenities that would make a sailor blush. After 
what seemed an eternity, the flow stopped, dribbling the last of his 
semen into the depths of her bowels. He rested himself on top of her, 
panting heavily with exhaustion. He must have shot every single sperm 
cell within his balls into her, and he was actually quite surprised - 
but glad - his balls had not shriveled up like an old prune. Also, he 
was proud of Sabrina, proud of her suffering so beautifully for his 
entertainment. He kissed the top of her head, having to withdraw a 
little so he could kiss down the back and side of her neck. Switching 
over to her cheeks, he firmly grabbed hold of her hair, twisting her 
head while searching for her lips. Finally finding them, he fucked his 
tongue into her mouth, with her replying exhausted but enthusiastically. 
After a couple of minutes of frenching her, he let go of her head, their 
lips being connected by a long strand of her spit for a moment. 

"Did you come, my little pain slut?," he asked her. 

"Almost," she said with a hint of disappointment. He laughed and kissed 
her hair. 

"Do you know how fucking tight you were, girl? Though I really hope 
these recovery powers of yours work the way you told me, because I think 
after that fuck your ass won't be that tight any longer" 

"I think so," she said, groaning as he extracted his cock from her. He 
was still on cloud nine, and it showed, since to his surprise his dick 
was still hard and not nearly as sensitive as it should be. Well, he was 
a teenager, after all, so getting another rise out of anally fucking a 
twelve-year-old girl was not too unusual. "God, that feels like you're 
taking out a part of me!," she exclaimed.

"Well, it certainly felt better when it was still inside of you," he 
said, looking at his cum, shit and blood covered cock. "Luckily we will 
remedy this problem in a minute..." He crawled over to her, careful not 
to smear the mess on his cock onto the sheets. He presented it to her 
face. "since you will be cleaning me. With your tongue"

Her eyes flicked up at him in shock. "You're not really going to make me 
do that, won't you?" she asked, looking at his shit-covered fuck rod 
with disgust.  

"Well, there is only one place for a shitty cock, and that's a pretty 
girl's mouth," he said, grinning. 

Her breathing became faster. Her eyes switched around wildly between his 
face and the task at hand. "I-I don't think I can," she said, "it so 
nasty, even the smell," she wrinkled her nose, having to swallow 
heavily, "And it's so big, I don't think I'll be able to completely... 
Mark..." 

Yet she did not refuse him outright, and he took it as a sign that she 
merely needed more urging. Looking into her eyes, he stared at her 
coldly, showing her the sternest face he was able to put on. 

"You will suck my cock, and you will do so without throwing up. Do you 
understand me, slave?," he asked, hissing the last word so harshly 
Sabrina actually flinched back. 

"Y-Yes, master," she stammered. 

Satisfied, he grinned, pulling her toward him by her hair, making her 
gasp in pain. He was sitting in front of her, cross-legged, his filthy 
erection pointing toward the sky, her face slowly approaching it. 

"As for not fitting inside of you," he said casually as he brought her 
head down, "I thought the same thing of your cunt and your shithole, but 
I turned out to be wrong, so I'm quite positive that it'll fit this 
time, too. Just take it slowly and let it slide down your throat. Not 
the part where you breathe, of course. If you're doing it correctly, 
you'll be able to breathe around my cock and through your nose" 

She opened up her mouth just in time for him to slowly force her head 
down on his cock. By that time, he was completely hard again and moaned 
at the new sensation. Mark would have described the feeling of a girl's 
mouth on his cock lick this: It is warm and moist, but there are all 
different kinds of moisture, and different parts have different 
temperatures. The tongue, for example, as a muscle is pretty well 
supplied with blood, so it is one of the warmest things around, while 
the mucous membranes on the insides of the cheeks are quite a bit 
cooler. And then there is all sorts of different textures as well. He 
groaned in pleasure as he felt her little pink tongue on his cock for 
the first time, poking around and taking a careful taste. She could not 
have liked it too much, since she gagged in distaste at the mixture of 
shit, blood and cum. 

"Swirl your tongue around it like it was a lollipop," he said, "fuck 
yeah, that's it. Wash it completely! If there's even one streak left 
when we're done I'll punish you. Be careful with your teeth, if I feel 
even one of them I'll punch it out. Now suck me. Shiiiiiiiit!" 

He grunted in pleasure, her tongue washing over his cock and drenching 
it in saliva. The texture of her taste buds gave him the most exquisite 
feeling of all, even though the sides of her tongue and cheeks were nice 
as well. 

Slowly he fed her more of his cock, watching more and more of his 
sausage vanish between her lips in fascination. She was actually quite 
throughout in her cleaning duties, a little dribble of spit escaping her 
mouth now and then. As more and more went inside, her lips and the 
surroundings of her mouth slowly became more and more stained with 
flecks of blood, cum and, above all, shit. To him, it was the most 
beautiful sight. Finally, she gagged as he hit the back of her mouth.

"Just keep swallowing, don't fight it. If you throw up I'll be very 
angry with you!," he warned. He was not even threatening consequences, 
and sure enough, the very thought of her not pleasing him seemed to 
increase her resolve. Needless to say, Mark was amazed when he saw the 
determined look on her face, focusing on his cock as she concurrently 
sucked and swallowed on it. But even this sexy sight soon was soon 
overtaken by the feeling of his cock sliding down her throat, her gullet 
taking him inside its warm, wet and tight embrace, its musculature 
contracting with wavy ripples in order to force it down, all while 
Sabrina washed, tongued, sucked and bathed his cock like it was on a 
conveyor belt. Her uvula lightly touched the upper surface of his penis, 
and with her hungrily sucking him in like this, it wasn't long until her 
nose hit his crotch. She actually gave a little surprised sound, looking 
up at him with disbelieving eyes. He almost came at that sight. 

"Yes, you've taken it all. I'm very proud of you! Let me give you a 
little reward" Grinning at her, he lifted his ass a little and let out a 
huge, wet fart. Since he had not taken a shit this morning it stunk 
mostly of feces, and unlike her shit his contained many sulphuric 
elements. As the brutish stink entered her nostrils she gaged audibly, 
groaning in disgust before squealing in discomfort, but he quickly 
grabbed her hair and pressed her against his crotch before she could 
move away, forcing her to inhale the spicy fart. Humiliating her like 
this made cock hard and bothered. Looking down at her with another grin, 
he addressed her once more. 

"You still have it all in your throat, right?," he said. 

"Mmmhmm!," she answered, again making him almost spill his load. Goddamn 
it, that girl was too much for him! His cock was already contracting 
heavily again, and after having fucked her asshole he had not thought he 
would be able to come a second time for a while, but she proved him 
wrong. Noticing his reaction and getting a mischievous glint in her 
eyes, she stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of his balls. 
Cursing, he shot his second load for that day. It was not nearly as 
opulent as his first, and that was a small blessing for Sabrina, though 
she still had a little trouble swallowing, with his cock embedded in her 
throat like that, his hand still forcing her down. 

At first, she managed to gobble it all down, swallowing rhythmically, 
the pleasure of her massage feeling heavenly, but she was not quite in 
sync with his contractions, as sooner or later cum started to clog up 
and shot out of her nose. He quickly pulled out of her as she gasped and 
coughed, spraying the rest of his load over her face. The first spurt 
hit her right over the eye, and as she was not quick enough to close it 
he hit her square in the eyeball. She quickly clamped it shut, though a 
tear escaped, the cum stinging something bad. His second and third 
spurts landed in her hair, and he was quick to rub them in like one 
would hair gel, and with the last two strands of semen he dressed up her 
cheeks and lips some more.

By the time he was finished, Mark was marveled at how sexy she looked. 
Her lips were flecked with the blood of her anus, a bit like a child 
trying to use a lipstick. On top of that, shit stains covered her lips 
and the area around her mouth as if she had just eaten a huge bowl of 
chocolate mousse without using her hands, with the rest of her face 
covered in the semi-stiff whipping cream that was his cum. His cock, on 
the other hand, was as spotless as he wanted it. 

When she was finished coughing and swallowing she glared at him which he 
met with a smile. "That was a nasty trick to pull, farting into a girl's 
face like that!," she said. 

"That's why I did it, and it made me come," he answered serenely. 

"Well, then it was worth it," she said with a smile, making him chuckle. 

"Did you actually enjoy it?," he asked with genuine interest, "I mean 
both the ass fucking and the blow job" 

She looked at him as if she was pondering. "You hurt me. You split my 
butt in two and then you made me choke on your dick, even feeding me 
some of my own poop! And yet..." Suddenly, she grinned stupidly, "tell 
you what, my lover, why don't you take a look between my legs" 

Raising an eyebrow, he bent over her body to take a look at her cunt. He 
gasped when he found the lake had widened to almost twice its size since 
he had last checked, and was quite foamy. He sat back down, cross 
legged, and looked her in the eye.

"Why do you think did it turn you on so much?," he asked, still being 
unable to believe his luck of having this wonderful little girl as his 
lover. 

"I don't know. I know doing painful things has always made my pussy 
tingle, and once in a while the Reverend Mother even pissed on me during 
my torture which also made me hot, even though she was an ugly old 
donkey. However, it felt the way like it does with you. Yesterday, when 
I was distressed and didn't know what to do, you took me as yours and 
gave me love. I think that's why I'm able to get off on all of this. 
Because I'm doing it with you" She cast her eyes down, shyly, even 
though she still wore his cum on her face. Truth to be said, her words 
made him feel warm and loved as well. He wanted to kiss her then, but of 
course would not with her still being filthy like this. Instead, he 
gently stroke her hair.

"Good answer. I like it," he said, and she sighed happily under his 
touch. "You know what, I help you clean up!" Wiping his finger over her 
face and holding it to her mouth, she opened up and sucked on it 
enthusiastically. He had to repeat this process a few times to get her 
clean, but the time was well worth it as her tongue caressed his finger 
lovingly. She even licked the shit stains off his fingers without 
complaint. But that was not all he made her clean, of course. Next he 
bent over her again and dipped his finger into the pool she had made 
with her cunt slime. He already had drunk his fill of it once, so it was 
time she did, too. 

"How does it taste?," he asked her. 

"Nasty, 'cause its my own juices, you know?," she said after cleaning 
his fingers for the first time, "but sweet and bitter, I guess" 

He chuckled and continued until all he found any more was a very wet, 
dark stain in the bedsheets. She groaned as the blood rushed back into 
her feet when he untied her legs. 

"Stay that way for a moment, I need to get something!," he said, 
although she was in no condition to move around anyway. 

He jumped of the bed and quickly slipped into his boxer shorts. Then, 
rummaging around in the plastic tub under the microwave table, he found 
what he wanted. A simple, white coffee cup. She looked at it 
quizzically, then at Mark, who still was grinning like a madman. It had 
become quite the status quo since he met Sabrina the day before. 

"Your ass still contains some of my delicious cum, among other things. 
So I'm going to help you expel it so you may savor the delicacy," he 
said 

She groaned at his words since she knew what they meant - she was going 
to get another helping of cum and shit, this time mixed with her blood. 
Looking at her ass, he saw a a white, pink and brown mess. Positioning 
himself behind her, he set down the cup between her legs and pulled her 
upright by the arms, causing her to grunt. Then he put her ass on the 
cup before raising it again for about five centimeters. He wanted to 
watch, after all.

"Now push!," he ordered. 

She grunted, and at first it looked like she would not he able to 
fulfill his order, for her sphincter was damaged quite a bit, but a 
couple of minutes later she emitted a long, loud gurgling fart as a 
brownish-white mixture slushed out of her ass along with some soft 
pellets of shit. She nearly filled the cup halfway. As he took it from 
beneath her, he noticed clotted blood was also visible inside the mess, 
forming swirling pink clouds. He pulled her arms, making her give a 
surprised gasp as she fell against him, her head coming to rest sloped 
against his stomach. He held the cup to her face. 

"Open up wide," he said. 

She looked at the disgusting drink and gagged, yet did as he asked. 
Raising the cup a little, he began to slowly pour out the mixture. A 
small stream began flowing into her mouth as she breathed heavily, which 
was not a good idea since it made her smell the mixture as well as taste 
it, something he figured she should have known herself. He particularly 
liked the way her eyes got really wide when the stuff first hit her 
tongue, and then again when the soft pieces of shit dropped into her 
mouth. She gulped as quickly as she could, and it took only a few 
minutes until the slime inside the cup was completely gone. She let out 
a heavy breath.

"God, that was just disgusting. I think I'm a little bit sick" 

He chuckled. "You know, it takes a rather big slut to just feel a little 
sick after that!" 

She groaned again at the humiliation. Having mercy on her he left her on 
the bed before getting a coke and shifting her so that her head was 
against his chest once more when he sat back down. Opening the coke and 
holding it against her lips, he told her to take a mouthful and swirl it 
around before swallowing. He made her repeat this process a few times 
before making her drink the whole can. Of course, he did not do this for 
her comfort only but his as well, as he wanted to kiss her again after 
that. She moaned as he did so, raising her head and begging for his lips 
with her eyes like a chick when he broke away, her mouth open. 

"God, I love you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. 

"I love you, too, Sabrina," he said sincerely, kissing her again. 

They made out like that for a while, the room still reeking of sex, and 
while he could have fucked her again right then, he was content with 
doing what he did. After all, sexual relations did not alway boil down 
to just sticking one's cock into the other person, although that was fun 
on its own. However even though Mark still was a teenager, he was 
satisfied with the emotional impact of the situation more than if he had 
just mounted her again. When they stopped it was way after one pm, and 
they both were exhausted and hungry. To her disappointment, Mark untied 
her arms again, but he had already changed the sheets once that day, and 
why should he do it at all if he had a slave girl at his disposal? As 
she changed the sheets - he would need to do something about this soon, 
as his mother would be bound to ask questions if he went through too 
much of them at once - he went to the fridge and made a couple of 
sandwiches with salami, bacon, sliced beef, butter and mayonnaise. 
Again, she was slightly disappointed that he did not feed her, and so 
was he a little. 

"God, that's so good!," she said when she had taken her first bite of 
salami-and-mayonnaise. 

"Are you going to say that about everything I feed you?," he asked 
jokingly. 

"You have no idea! They almost never allowed me meat in the abbey. I had 
to make do with the occasional chicken wing or meaty t-bone Abi managed 
to smuggle out for me"

"What happened to Abi anyway?," he asked. She paused for a bit, setting 
the sandwich down on her plate, looking at it. 

"I don't know. The day these men stormed the convent I didn't see much 
of what was going on, though I did see a couple of dead nuns when they 
carried me out. She's probably dead as well" 

"I'm sorry," he murmured. He could have kicked himself for the question. 

She shrugged. "Not your fault. Anyway, that's in the past" She continued 
eating her sandwich, allowing him to drop the topic. 

"So, how do you feel now that I've taken all three of your
virginities?," he asked instead. 

She looked at him, not realizing what he meant for a moment, before 
understanding dawned. She grinned. "Sore," she said. They both laughed 
at that before she continued. "That's not all, of course. Now I'm truly 
yours" 

"So you're not regretting being a succubus anymore?," he asked. 

"No, I don't regret it. I told you, I think it was destiny for us to 
meet. You've taken all of me, including the part of me I felt ashamed 
about, and treasured it. Really, words cannot express my gratitude for 
you," she said with a serious voice. 

He gently stroked her cheek. "Any time, Sabrina," he said. 

When they had finished their meal he put away the plate and the empty 
soft drink cans before switching on the air conditioning to get rid of 
the smell. Actually, he quite liked it, but there still was the 
possibility of someone dropping by, and over time the air would just 
grow stale. It turned out to have been the right decision when a few 
minutes later, a bell rang.

"What's that?," Sabrina jumped up in alarm. 

"The doorbell!," he gasped. "You need to hide!" 

"What door?," she asked, puzzled. 

"Not now!," he hissed at her and guided her toward his cupboard, opening 
the door. 

"Hey!," she protested as he shoved her inside. 

"Not a sound!," he warned her, wagging with his finger. Then, as an 
afterthought, he added with a grin, "And no masturbating!," before 
shutting the door and turning the key. Then he quickly slipped on a 
shirt and some jeans before jumping back to the ladder at the bunker's 
entrance and hit the green button, unlocking the lid. A couple of 
moments later both the real world and his sister came down on him. His 
mood immediately went down a couple of notches as Macy turned around. 
She looked just like she had that morning, wearing the girlie shirt with 
the word "Deception" on it. 

"What do you want?," he asked, sitting down on his bed. 

She sat down in his leather office chair and wheeled it over so she 
could face him. He noticed that she was fidgeting with its arms 
nervously. She licked over her lips. "I - I wanted to talk," she said, 
her voice betraying the turmoil within her. 

He considered this for a moment. He did not think he was ready for this 
confrontation yet, but then again, he would have to face her anyhow 
someday, so he could as well get this over with. "Go on," he finally 
said, nodding. 

She took a deep, shuddering breath. "Look, I - I wanted to apologize for 
freaking out back there" She laughed nervously. "I, it just, well, 
surprised me, you know" She breathed out, shuddering once more. "And I 
wanted to tell you that I've thought about what happened" She nervously 
licked her lips. Obviously, there was still more to be said. A couple of 
seconds later, she confirmed his suspicion. "There's really a lot I want 
to tell you, and it's going to be really hard for me, so could you 
please hear me out until I'm finished? Could you do that for me, Mark?" 

The look she faced him with was so intense that he involuntarily 
swallowed. His heart was thumping like crazy. It took all he had to nod. 

"First I wanted to say that I was really surprised about what happened 
in my room," she said, looking at him sadly, "I mean, I've known that it 
was probably because we are boy and girl that you didn't want to 
continue sleeping in our room, but I'd never thought it was because... 
because of... of that. So, of course I was a little hysterical at first, 
I mean, who wouldn't be?" She gave a nervous chuckle "But I've calmed 
down since then and thought about it all morning, about how you want me 
to be your, your lover and your - well, sex slave, I guess, and believe 
me, I thought really hard about it. I thought about all of our time 
together as children, about how I feel for you, what you mean to me, and 
I came to an answer" 

That was more than he had hoped for. He thought she had come down to 
chew him out, to tell him what a disgusting pervert he was, and to never 
touch her again. That she had actually taken him seriously, considered 
his feelings for her, it was like a small miracle. His heartbeat 
accelerated as his heart almost jumped into his mouth. He looked at her 
as she gave him a sad smile. Tears were spilling over her face. 

"I'm sorry Mark. No matter how much I thought about it, I'm your sister, 
not your lover. I've really thought about it long and hard, but no 
matter how much I racked my brain, I came to the same answer. I really 
love you, and I'd gladly take a bullet for you, but it is the love of 
your little twin sister, no matter how much I want it to be different" 

That was it. His heart sank in an instant. She had shot him down. And 
rightfully so. After all, he had made a total fool out of himself! It 
was all he could do to stay upright as he looked into his sister's face 
which was in as much turmoil as his own. 

"There's still more, though," she continued, her voice shocking him out 
of what was rapidly becoming a stupor. "As I said, I do love you. I 
don't think any other sister loves you as much as I do, Mark, and I 
think my love is strong enough that I can change, that I can become what 
you want, what you need" Again, she stared at him with these soulful 
eyes, and again his heart threatened to burst as his head began to swim. 
"I don't want to lose you, Mark. I told you I'd do anything for you, 
even if it meant changing myself completely to do what you need of me. I 
love you" She was crying openly now, heaving sobs shaking her body, but 
her eyes never left him. 

Had he really heard what he just did? Did she really just tell him she 
wanted to become his sex slave? But she did not have the same feelings 
for him as he did for her. She as much told him, she loved him as her 
brother, while he loved her both as his sister and as a potential lover. 
When he spoke his voice croaked from dryness. "It would never work. At 
best you'd despise me over time, even if you don't break from the 
pressure" 

She wheeled closer to him and took his hands into hers, showing him the 
slightest of smiles. "That won't happen. I told you, I'll do anything it 
takes. I want us to be together again, Mark, and if it is impossible the 
way I want it we'll do it your way." 

He leaned forward and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her in his lap as 
she sobbed into his chest. She was small, not as small as Sabrina, but 
small nevertheless. He held her soft form as he stroked the back of her 
head soothingly. "We'll take it slow," he whispered to her, "And until I 
say that I'm ready to completely take you as my property you can bail 
out anytime. I'll help you become my perfect little slave, sis" He felt 
her nod against his chest. A few moments later her sobs subsided, and 
she raised her head, flashing him a smile, her braces sparkling. He 
smiled back at her.  

"Do you want a drink?," he asked. 

Relief poured over her face. "Yes, I'm dying of thirst" 

She almost jumped out of his lap when he made a motion to get up. He 
went to the fridge, taking out a coke as she dried her tears with her 
hands. I really need to resupply soon, he thought as he looked into the 
freezer, though this time I'll probably get something else, too. Maybe 
Pepsi. He handed her the can. She gulped down half its contents before 
removing it from her lips, producing a small burp. He, too, took a gulp 
from his own can. 

"So, when do you want to start?," he asked her. 

"I don't know," she said, nervously, "I've never decided to become a sex 
slave before, you know? However when I came down I had already made up 
my mind to go all the way if needed."

He chuckled. "That'd be a bit much for the start, don't you think?" 

She gave a nervous chuckle as an answer as he took the empty can from 
her and put it into the trash. Then he went back to the bed, went past 
her and entered it from the side, crawling into its middle, and sat 
upright against the headboard. 

"Stay were you are!," he told her when she stood up to follow him, "or 
better yet, stand up and stand in front of the bed" She did as ordered. 
He could tell she was nervous as hell, but then again, so was he. He was 
just better at not showing it. He would have to ad-lib this. "Strip down 
to your underwear," he said. 

The command startled her at first, but she recovered nicely. Still, her 
hands shook noticeably as she pulled her shirt over her head, baring her 
upper body. Macy had always had a nice set of tits, C-cup, at least, and 
they were nice and tight. What surprised him, however, was that she was 
wearing a bra now, a simple white piece, though it was still fashionable 
enough for a teenager. Her stomach was trim despite its softness, and 
though Macy always complained about being unable to lose her baby fat, 
Mark was secretly glad she did not. Fumbling with the clasp of her 
pants, she let them drop to the floor and simply stepped out of them. 
Her thong had, too, been traded for a pair of normal white cotton 
panties. Macy's legs were long and splendid, again having just that 
little bit of baby fat which prevented her looks from changing from 
little girl to woman. She might not have liked it, but he did and he 
indulged in the sight.

"You really have nothing to be ashamed about, sis," he said as she 
looked slightly to the floor and fidgeted with her hands, half about to 
cover herself up. "You look terrific. And it's not as if I don't see you 
in underwear all the time" That was true, though it certainly was not 
everything she was distressed about. This other part, however, would 
only fade with time. 

"Thanks, Mark," she mumbled. 

"Come to me. No, don't go around the bed, come from the foot" She did, 
crawling toward him sexily, a shaky smile on her lips. "Come here," he 
said, opening his arms. She accepted his embrace, kneeling with her legs 
left and right from his own as she sat down on his thighs. He held her 
lightly, his hands wrapped around her back, looking at her with love and 
admiration, something she seemed to notice, because she gave him a happy 
smile and blushed lightly. She shivered when he softly stroked her naked 
back.

"You're so sexy, sis. It's really no wonder I've fallen in love with 
you. You're smart, funny, loving and completely gorgeous" 

Her blush deepened, her breathing growing faster a bit. Being half naked 
in front of him seemed to have turned her on a little. "You're just 
saying that," she mumbled, but he shook his head. 

"I'm saying the truth. In fact, that's one thing I insist on. If we want 
any chance to have this relationship succeed, we must be absolutely 
truthful with each other. And you have to follow my rules, so here's 
rule number one: No matter what I ask you, you must reply with the 
absolute truth, no matter how embarrassing or secret the answer is to 
you. And no Jedi truths or 'you didn't ask' stuff either. If you want to 
become mine completely that includes your mind as well. Do you 
understand?" She nodded. "Then repeat in your own words" 

"That means I cannot lie to you, and also have to volunteer information 
if I feel it is important or interesting for you, since as your slave 
you have a right to know everything I know, including all about me" Her 
voice was clear and steady as she said these words, and he was amazed at 
how quickly she not only had fulfilled his order verbatim but gotten his 
intent as well. Slowly, he began to hope that this relationship really 
had a future, but even if not he was going to enjoy it as long as he
could. 

"You're right," he said, clutching her hip a little harder and pulling 
her crotch into his. She gasped. "Kiss me!," he ordered. She leaned 
forward without hesitation, taking his face in her hands. He felt the 
soft, cool skin of her fingers against his cheeks as her head approached 
him, her velvet lips gliding against his. For a moment, all of his 
senses were flooded by this touch as he felt nothing but her soft lips 
on his, heard nothing but the slight moan as she kissed him, tasted 
nothing but the sweet saliva flowing into his mouth like nectar, saw 
nothing but her closed eyes and smelled nothing but the sweet aroma of 
her hair. The spell broke when her tongue darted forward, insecure, her 
whole body jumping as it found her brother's. He quickly engaged her in 
a duel, but her probings were insecure, fearful. He encircled her tongue 
and sucked on it lightly. 

A loud moan escaped her, the sound of it making Mark's phallus jerk and 
his heart beat faster. It was almost as if he had reached the end of his 
dreams. His twin sister was sitting on top of him, half naked and 
kissing him, not only willingly but enjoying it as well. He felt every 
bump and pit on her braces, worshiped every single tooth, licked the 
insides of her cheeks hungrily and savored the flavor of her gums and 
the area beneath her tongue. Despite the fact she had started their 
romantic contact, he was now in charge of it. He grabbed one of her 
wrists, gently pulling her hand down from his face. She understood, 
putting the other hand down as well, and he reapplied his hug in order 
to trap her arms as the siblings continued making out. She was moaning 
and gasping without cease by now, cute, whimpering little sounds as he 
ravished her mouth for their mutual pleasure. 

Something wet hit his nose, and as their lips parted slightly Macy let 
out a soft sob. He had reckoned with something like this, after all it 
was still too new, still too fresh for her. He has had over fifteen 
years to come to term with his feelings for her, and she just decided 
today that not only did she not feel the way he wanted her to, but 
wanted to change desperately. He guided her head gently against his 
chest as she sobbed. 

"It's okay, Macy, just say what you feel," he said to her, gently. 

"It - hic - it still feels so wrong," she cried as sobs shook her body, 
"I'm your sister. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be kissing my 
own twin brother. And yet I do, and I even enjoyed it for a moment and 
now I hurt so bad inside of me" 

She continued crying into his chest for several minutes after that, 
strong, heaving sobs shaking her body. Even though he has always thought 
himself to be amoral he felt a slight twinge of guilt, surprising him. 
However he did love his sister dearly, and it hurt him to see her in 
emotional pain like this.

"We can still stop if you want, Macy," he whispered to her, gently as 
her weeping had subsided a little. Her upper body flew back, her eyes 
looking at him in sheer terror. 

"NO!," she screamed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll never cry again, please 
don't leave me, Mark!" With each word she was growing more and more 
hysterical. 

"LOOK AT ME!," he bellowed, and that seemed to snap her out of it as she 
looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm not angry at you, sis. I could never 
be angry at you because of something like that. I'm just saying that 
you're hurting, and I don't want you to hurt because of me" He hugged 
her head to his chest again. "I love you, Macy. I don't want anything to 
happen to you just because I'm selfish" 

He held her like this for an endless minute until her breathing was calm 
and regular again. "I love you, too, Mark," she whispered. She pushed 
herself upright again and looked at him, and suddenly there was nothing 
scared on her face any more, only an expression of hard determination. 
"But I still want to continue. I'm not a weak girl. I know I can change 
to become what you need" She closed her eyes and leaned forward to kiss 
his lips again, brushing over them with a sweet and gentle motion. As 
she withdrew her head she gave him a sweet smile. He raised his hand and 
touched her cheek. 

"You know," he said, "I'm really a lucky guy to have such a sweet, 
loving and understanding sister for a twin. Come, lean against me for a 
bit" She turned around and he pulled her on his lap, holding her lightly 
over the stomach. She sighed as she rested the back of her head against 
his chest. 

"What's going to happen now?," she asked him, a simple question, or so 
it seemed. He actually had to think about what he was going to tell her. 

"We'll take it slow," he finally said, repeating his words from before, 
"however, we'll move at my pace. You do what I say when I say it, 
without question. In fact, that's rule number two. Can you do that for 
me?" 

"Yes," she said, "And rule number one is always being truthful with you, 
right?" 

"Yes. So, again, I ask you: Will you follow this rule for me?" 

"I will," she said, then chuckled a bit. "Sounds almost like I'm 
marrying you" 

"Not yet," he said, smiling as he saw her shiver. "So, Macy, you told me 
you are willing to be absolutely truthful with me. So, let me ask you, 
have you already have had sex?" She gasped at the question. "Well?," he 
added when she would not answer. 

"No," she said silently. 

"I'm not just asking you if you've have been penetrated vaginally, you 
know. When I ask this, I want to know everything about your sex life" 

"I, I've not had sex," she stammered, "In fact I've not even kissed a 
boy before you, so yes, I'm still a complete virgin. I don't even 
masturbate that often. You happy now?" The snippy tone of her last three 
words betrayed the fact that she was beet red by now. He hugged her 
closer to him. 

"Yes, I am happy, 'cause that means I get to have all of you before 
anybody else did" 

To his surprise, she actually let out a happy sigh at that. 

"And then there's rule three. Want to hear it?" 

"Mmmhmm," she said, and he could hear that she was actually becoming a 
little sleepy. Well, that should wake her right up, he thought. 

"Rule number three: No pants!" 

She shifted so she was sitting upright. "What do you mean?," she asked. 

"Well, I really enjoy seeing girls with skirts on, so I want you to only 
wear skirts from today on" 

"But jeans are so nice to wear!," she protested. 

"Will you do that for me?," he asked quietly. 

She drew a shuddering breath. "Yes!," she gasped. He smiled. 

"In fact," he said, continuing, "I want you to go up to your room, get 
every single pair of jeans and any other pants you have and bring them 
down here. I will put them away for you. You can keep any hot pants and 
gym shorts if you have them, but you can't wear them without permission, 
unless they're required for school, of course" 

She turned around in his lap and looked at him with wide eyes. "Right 
now?," she asked, a little shocked. He nodded. She scrambled out of the 
bed and went to where she had dropped her clothes, picking up her shirt. 
Quickly pulling it over her head, she made sure it sat correctly before 
grabbing her jeans. 

"Stop!," he said. She looked at him quizzically, the pants still in her 
hand. "Here I said I don't want you to wear pants again and you disobey 
me right away!," he said, his voice only half serious.

"Bu-, bu-, bu-, but I don't have anything else here!," she exclaimed. 

He grinned, enjoying himself immensely. "Well, then you'll have to go in 
panties, I guess" 

She flushed beet red almost instantly at his suggestion, staring at him 
as her head processed the meaning of his order. Mark could practically 
see the cogs working behind her brow. She let go of the jeans, looking 
at his face and taking a deep, shuddering breath. "I'll be right back," 
she whispered, turned around and climbed up the ladder. He heard the 
squeak of the lid opening and then she was gone, wearing only a shirt 
and panties. The lid came down with a slight thud. 

He chuckled for a moment before getting up, glancing at the clock. By 
then, it was almost three in the afternoon. Sabrina had been in the 
cupboard for almost one hour and not made a single peep. That puzzled 
him a little, figuring she was asleep, however as he opened his cupboard 
he saw her laying there, looking at him with a serene smile. 

"That was so romantic!," she sighed. "I'm so happy for you!" 

He raised an eyebrow at the naked twelve-year-old. "You don't mind that 
she's my sister?," he asked. 

She shook her head. "No, Mark. I've grown up being prejudiced against 
myself. Also, I never really understood what is so bad about loving your 
siblings," she said, shrugging. Then, giving a little smirk, she added, 
"Not that a slave's opinion counts anything at all, of course" 

He smiled back at her. "She'll be back soon. You need anything?" 

Her face scrunched up in discomfort. "No, but I desperately need to pee. 
This coke drink really makes by bladder hurt" 

"Later," he simply said, closing the door and locking it again. 

A couple of minutes later, the door bell rang again. He punched the 
green button, opening up. Daylight entered the bunker. "Could you step 
away from the opening for a minute? I need to drop something," Macy's 
voice called from above. He stepped out of the way. A moment later, a 
large, black garbage bag dropped down, looking like it would burst under 
the pressure of its contents. Next, Macy came climbing down the ladder, 
and he saw that she had traded her panty clad look for a blue jean 
miniskirt. She jumped down the last two steps, turning around and 
smiling at him, her eyes looking for praise. 

"Are these really all your pants?," he asked incredulously, looking at 
the fat trash bag. 

"Yep! I told you I'd do anything you wanted," she said with a smile. 

He smiled back. "I'm really proud of you, little sis," he said, opening 
his arms invitingly. "Come here" 

She stepped into his arms, sighing happily as he cuddled her. "I'm so 
happy we're together again," she whispered. He kissed her forehead. 

"You know," he said, pointing at her skirt. "You really like your blue 
jeans" 

She smiled coquettish, twirling around once to show off her body. "Do 
you want me to do anything else?" 

"No," he said, "in fact I think you should go back to the house, or else 
the others will wonder what's up" 

She looked crestfallen. "You mean I can't sleep here tonight?" 

He sighed. "Sorry, sis, not yet. It's still too soon. For both of us" 

She looked down but seemed to accept his answer. Then she suddenly 
perked up a little, grinning at him. "I've been seen, you know," she 
said, "I've gotten really far, but then mom caught me sneaking up the 
stairs" 

"What did you say?," he asked. 

"Well, I blushed deep red at first, of course. You should've seen us, 
her looking like I've just grown horns and me like an overripe tomato 
fidgeting about. 'Where did you come from, and why are you naked?', she 
asked me. My head was spinning, but then suddenly an answer hit me. 
'I've been with Mark', I said, and she looked at me real funny. 'Then 
why are you naked?', she asked, and I answered, 'Oh, we made up and 
talked a bit, reminiscing old times when he suddenly said: Oh, you 
remember the time you ran naked around the house, bet you won't run back 
inside without your pants, and I said I will, so here I am' Luckily she 
didn't question anything of this, since she just glomped me and told me 
how happy she is for me that we made up, and you know what?" She smiled. 
"I really am glad, too" 

He smiled at her warmly. Just a single day ago he would not have thought 
he could be that happy this day, but here he was, radiating joy. 

"That must have been quite an adventure. Tell you what, if you are a 
good little girl and go back to the house for today, you can wake me up 
with breakfast tomorrow at nine. I'll leave the entrance unlocked for 
you" 

"Okay Mark," she said, kissing him on the cheek. 

Suddenly, as her lips touched him, he was again flooded by emotions that 
were not his own. He felt love, love directed at him, and happiness, 
citing him as the reason. Then Macy's voice resonated within him. "He's 
my brother, but that's okay. Even if I had to go through hell for him. I 
will do anything he wants me to, will become the perfect slave for him. 
I love him, I want to be with him. I want him to be happy" The words 
echoed in his head, spinning around. 

As the contact broke, so did the otherworldly messages. It happened so 
fast he was startled when he heard Macy's voice from outside his head 
again. 

"See you then," she said and went up the ladder, flashing him her panty 
clad ass for a moment during which he could see right up her skirt. The 
lid swung shut. He took a deep breath, trying to understand what had 
happened to him just now. In fact, he realized, it had happened to him 
before, this morning even, when he touched Macy in her room! Shaking his 
head, he went over to the cupboard and opened it. 

There, his little slave, his little talisman, sat, and suddenly he was 
filled with joy at what had happened between him and his sister just 
now. He grabbed Sabrina under the arms and spun her around as she 
shrieked, drawing her into a hug afterward. 

"You know, you little minx, you're a real lucky charm," he told her. 

"Th-, Thank you," she stammered, "but I really need to pee!" 

He set her down, but as she went to speed off to the bathroom he grabbed 
her shoulder. "Wait a second!," he said. She groaned, jumping from one 
leg to another. Again, he rummaged around the plastic tub under the 
microwave. Having just made out with his sister like that had left him 
hot and bothered, setting his perverse mind into motion. When he found 
what he wanted, he withdrew it with a triumphal cry. Turning around, he 
showed it to her. It was a plastic champagne flute. Sabrina groaned. 

"You're going to make me drink it, won't you? You're going to make me 
drink my own pee!" There was just the slightest hint of accusation in 
her voice, just the slightest hint of disgust on her face. 

"Yep!," he said happily, sitting down on the bed again after handing her 
the champagne flute. "Here's how you'll do it, you'll hold the glass 
against your pee hole and fill it just enough so that it can still be 
held without spilling anything. If I feel the glass is not full enough, 
or if you spill anything, you'll be punished" 

She sighed unhappily, but did bring the flute close to her hairless 
little pussy. She was nervously licking her lips as she used her other 
hand to spread her labia, showing off her glistening pink fuck hole. 
Breathing heavily, she put the opening of the glass close to her pee 
hole. Her face scrunched up, as did her stomach muscles a bit. Her 
nervousness prevented her from being able to control her bladder. When 
the piss finally hit the glass it did so with a forceful splash. 

"Ah!," she gasped and almost immediately got back control, her pee now 
slowly flowing out of her, and even though the glass was made of 
plastic, just the tiniest bit of tinkling could be heard among the 
splashing noise. It took less than a minute until she had filled the 
glass, leaving two and a half centimeters to the brim. 

"Give it to me," he said, and she looked surprised at that. Clearly, she 
had thought his intention was to make her drink it herself, so she 
looked glad and smiled at him as she handed him the flute. 

Her piss was of a pale yellow, the cokes having washed out most of her 
body's toxin. Bringing it to his nose, swirling the glass a bit like one 
would a fine wine, he savored the aroma rising to his nose. There was 
just the faintest trace of acid and some kind of sweet bitterness. He 
gazed at the glass longingly. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, he 
thought. Raising the glass to his lips, he took a sip, slurping a bit as 
he did so.

Sabrina gasped as he swirled the pee around in his mouth, wanting to get 
the maximum of aroma out of it. It was just the slightest bit salty, and 
the acidic aroma seemed to translate into a slightly nutty taste. A kind 
of sour sweetness seemed to linger, and there was just a hint of 
bitterness. All in all, despite the fact that it was diluted urine, a 
nice taste, although he had not yet tasted anyone else.

"Hey, you taste pretty good," he said, to which she blushed. "Go ahead, 
try for yourself!" 

She looked sceptically at that, but since he had already taken a sip she 
could hardly say no. She accepted the glass and tasted her own piss. 
Fascinated, he watched as the pale yellow liquid vanished between her 
lips. She grimaced. 

"Not really my taste," she said, smiling. 

"Well, too bad," he smirked, "because I want you to drink up. Go on" 
With a sigh, she raised the half-full glass once again and drank, not 
stopping before she had drained it completely. She gasped with relief 
when she was finished. 

"God!," she exclaimed, "Making me drink my own pee! You're really a 
nasty boy, do you know that?" Her voice was full of mock indignation, 
putting the glass on the table by the microwave. 

"Yes, I know that. Oh, and pick up that glass again, you're not finished 
yet" 

She looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?" She quickly looked 
at the glass. "I've drunken it all up, haven't I?" 

"You may have emptied the glass, yes, but the bottle is still almost 
full - or should I say water skin, if you get my drift..." 

It was really beautiful for Mark to see her look of confusion clearing 
up, first becoming understanding before crossing over into absolute 
horror. She stared at him, her eyes wide, her lips partly open. 

"You -," she croaked, "you want me to drink my pee completely? All of 
it?" Her underlip trembled. He gave her the biggest shit-eating grin 
ever conceived by man and nodded. "I can't! I'll get sick!" 

"You might, but then again, your body recovers, as you've said. Also, 
you've already drunken my piss this morning, and it made you sopping 
wet. In fact, I can see the juices already dribbling out of you!" 

It was true. As she glanced down her legs she saw what he meant, her 
upper thigh drenched in a sticky, slightly milky substance. It was 
definitely not pee. For a long moment, she stayed like this, apparently 
contemplating her own feelings before, finally, putting the champagne 
flute back to her pee hole. Again, a slight tinkle filled the room. This 
time she raised the glass to her lips without hesitation and drank down 
hastily. He watched in fascination as her throat rippled with the gulps 
she took. 

"Don't be so fast or you'll spill your drink," he said with a small 
warning. 

She had already placed the glass back at her cunt and filled it right up 
again, this time drinking slightly slower. Glass after glass she downed. 
The champagne flute could hold about 100ml of fluid, and he counted six 
glasses filled almost to the brim. Eventually, she put the flute to her 
cunt for the seventh time, only managing to fill it halfway. She downed 
the last of her piss bravely, breathing out a sigh of relief. 

He walked over to her, took the glass out of her hands and put it on the 
microwave before gathering the twelve-year-old in his arms. Taking her 
face in both his hands he kissed her softly, enjoying the flavor of her 
lips. 

"You're so sexy when you are doing disgusting things for your master," 
he whispered to her lovingly. 

Her gray-green eyes stared at him with pride at being praised in such a 
way, a small but beautiful smile on her strawberry-colored lips. She 
tip-toed in an attempt to kiss him again, and he granted her wish, 
feeling her fast heartbeat against his chest as she wrapped her arms 
around his head. Her mouth was hot, and he could still slightly taste 
her piss. Without breaking their kiss he picked her up by grabbing her 
ass cheeks, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his hips as far 
as possible.

"I need you! I need you, Mark!," she moaned. 

He looked her in the eye. "I don't know... We've just changed sheets, 
you know, and if I fuck you they'll get all bloody again..." 

She looked at him, biting her underlip, her eyes trembling, her whole 
body quivering. "Please!," she just said, half between a moan and a 
whisper, "please..." 

She was putty in his hands and he loved it. Truth to be told, the 
obscene display of her drinking her own piss has gotten him aroused as 
well. His cock was hard, straining the material of his jeans. With a 
growl his hands slid up on her body, grabbing her by the hips. She 
shrieked as he threw her onto the bed. Within seconds he was on top of 
her, facing her with a growl, to which she shrieked again. As soon as 
the air escaped her mouth he sealed it with his lips again, literally 
sucking the breath out of her. His hands flew to her sides, roaming 
around, feeling the ribs beneath the twelve-year-old's skin. She gasped 
as he pinched her nipples, her hands flying to his wrists, but he would 
have none of that. Quickly, he grabbed her by her own wrists, she 
struggled, but quickly and surely he forced her hands over her head. In 
this state, he could grab them with one hand, his large, slightly tanned 
hand easily big enough to contain both of the little white girl's limbs. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!," she groaned in pain and pleasure as he returned 
rolling her nipple once more, crushing it flat between the side of his 
forefinger and thumb. By now, he was desperately needing to fuck her. He 
released her for a second, all but ripping his shirt off before half 
jumping out of his jeans and boxers. Sabrina had been using the time to 
bring her hands back to her flaming buds, caressing them. He growled 
again, jumping on all fours, causing her to shriek once more as he 
secured her wrists again with both hands while using the force of 
gravity to sink his cock into her cunt. The riping of her hymen was 
audible, and he felt not only his cock punching through it but also her 
blood splattering, washing over his phallus, ball sac and pubic hair. 
Within a split second, her cunt became distended in a way he could feel 
against his stomach as he did the impossible by burying himself in her 
with a single stroke. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!," she 
screamed, her back arching for seconds. The scream hurt his ears as much 
as it vibrated within his cock while her fuck tunnel was clenching 
around it. During this time, her body was only supported by her 
shoulders as her form rolled around beneath him, or at least tried to, 
her arms trapped by his own, her body being crushed beneath him. Her 
head rolled around the bed as her eyes were rolling around in their 
sockets, her lips trembling as she screamed. He just drank into the 
sight of this wonderful little girl beneath him, suffering for his 
pleasure and amusement while at the same time her the clenching of her 
cunt portrayed her own arousal.

Eventually, after minutes which could have been hours, she collapsed 
back down, not that she had risen far underneath him. This time, just a 
couple of tears ran down her face. He grinned at her, a cruel smile. 
Then he began screwing her. In contrast to the mix of fucking and making 
love the day before, there was no building up a pace, no starting off 
slowly, he just fucked her as hard and fast as he could. This proved to 
be a straining exercise for his thighs, for the tiny twelve-year-old 
girl's cunt was so tight every time he withdrew she would suck him back 
again with such force that her butt was lifted off the bed. By the time 
he had managed to extract everything but his glans and two centimeters 
of the hard part of his cock he was standing with his legs strained 
tight while his elbows still were onto the mattress. Then he would slam 
down with as much force as he could muster, literally fucking Sabrina 
into the mattress, the impact forcing out the air in her lungs.

The first time she was pummeled into the mattress like this her eyes 
grew wide again as her mouth opened in a scream she did not have the 
oxygen for. By the time she realized this she tried to draw a breath, 
only to once again be hit by the force of his cockmanship. The third 
time, she had wisely inhaled before, and soon was able to time her 
breaths with the rhythm of his fucking just barely, her eyes becoming 
glazed as she had to concentrate on not suffocating beneath the rutting 
beast he had become. 

These were not the only problems she had involving air, however. After a 
couple of strokes, she lost some control over the muscles of her 
sphincter, as a short but very audible PFFFFRRRRT! could be heard with 
every stroke. It was not a lot of air that escaped the beautiful blond 
child's anus, but it was continuous, the rhythm of her farts 
synchronized with his non-stop hammering. 

His cock jerked at the sound, his head flying to her lips after they had 
widened through one of his strokes, sealing them. His kiss was harsh, 
nothing but a rape of her mouth, her tongue feebly trying to play 
against Mark's. Now that she had to breathe through her nose, combined 
with the force of his rutting, she had no energy left whatsoever to 
respond to his oral intrusions. 

Her mouth was hot and wet, her saliva tasting sweet, her cherry nipples 
were hard, rubbery pencil erasers chafing against his chest and the 
mushy velvetiness of her cunt did its best to drive him mad. However he 
still was not sated, still wanted more. His sense of smell was flooded 
by such odors as her sweat, her love juices and the clean, girly smell 
of her hair, but he wanted to smell her farts as well, these delicious 
little puffs of air that escaped her small, lovely butt without her 
influence. Quickly, he grabbed the bedspread next to them and covered 
them with it. Sabrina moaned as darkness suddenly surrounded the two, 
unable to do anything more. It took mere seconds for the stench to build 
up, their noses eventually being flooded by cute little girl farts. 
Again, it reeked mostly of methane, but, having eaten meat, the 
sulphuric component was stronger this time, and there was a slight 
acidic smell stinging the nose. Nothing unpleasant for someone aroused 
by a girl's farts such as Mark, but as it hit her, Sabrina groaned in 
displeasure, obviously disgusted by her own stink. 

While they were trapped in the heaven (or hell) that was their dutch 
oven, he never slowed down, his excitement beginning to build up. He 
could already feel the juice boiling within his balls, heating up for 
the massive barfing that soon would follow. He felt shivers crawling 
over his skin, wandering over his whole being before collecting in the 
genitals, his asshole contracting and itching in anticipation. But he 
still was not there, still could not come. Eventually, he threw back the 
bed covers in frustration, his lips leaving hers with a howl. Again, he 
trapped her wrists in one hand while looking at the girl beneath him, 
conflicting emotions of love and disdain coursing through him 

"You whore!," he grunted between clenched teeth, "you fucking, 
disgusting whore!" 

Mad with rage and lust, both of them becoming one inside of him, he drew 
back his right hand slapped her as hard as he could. His palm connected 
with a satisfying "SMACK!" her head being thrown to the left. He saw her 
cheek being contracted, her upper lip splitting and blood shooting out 
of her nose, however her right cheek never hit the bed covers as he 
quickly back-handed her, his knuckles rapping her other cheek, causing 
her head to fly the other way. This caused a nasty red bruise to form on 
the right side of her face, her underlip splitting as well, blood flying 
from her face as she shrieked in pain and surprise. This, finally, sent 
him over the edge. 

He howled, slamming into her as deep as he could, letting loose his cock 
juice. He was so lost in his own pleasure, he must have missed her 
coming as well, because after his cock had puked its vile load into her 
three, four times he could feel her cunt squeezing him like mad, but 
while it was still the same sensation as it had been the day before, it 
no longer felt unbearable or painful to him, simply adding to his 
pleasure as he emptied his load. This time, his arms stayed strong, 
though they were shaking so bad he chose to dispense the weight of his 
upper body on his elbows, steadily holding himself, looking into 
Sabrina's face. 

Her eyes were closed while her mouth was open, head rolled back in an 
open-mouthed groan, her tongue poking out. He watched her, fascinated. 
Somehow, beneath all the abuse he had heaped upon her, she had still 
managed to come. After a few minutes, she collapsed as well, surprising 
Mark when her body suddenly went slack, as if someone had let the air 
out of her. He could feel his body sinking a bit lower, making him 
realize that, amazingly, Sabrina had actually supported some of their 
combined weight with her own strength when he was fucking her. 

Quickly, he extracted his cock from her, causing both of them to gasp 
because, to his astonished surprise, he was still hard, and while their 
combined cum made the journey out a little bit more slippery, her sexy 
child cunt still was sucking him like crazy. By the time he was outside 
he was seriously contemplating slamming it right back in. He sighed, 
controlling his lust for the moment, cradling the little blond girl in 
his arms. A moment later, her eyes flowed open and she smiled. 

"That was amazing!," she exclaimed, spit and blood leaking out of a 
corner of her mouth, "You'd think that about now I've grown familiar 
with you doing me, and yet you still make me come so hard!" 

"How did you even manage to come? I mean, I beat you pretty hard in the 
end," he said, stroking her face in concern. In response, she winced 
slightly, and her face truly was wince-worthy. Both of her cheeks were 
reddened nicely, with a darker purple bruise starting to form on the 
right. Her upper and under lips were both torn at their left and right 
sides, respectively, and her nose looked slightly off, blood still 
running out of it and into her mouth. Again, he felt lustful desire 
flowing to his cock, making him feel a twang of guilt. 

Sabrina smirked. "'Come', you say? I came when you first entered me and 
never stopped until you did. And let me tell you something, I came even 
harder when you started beating me" 

He looked at her in shock. "You liked that?!," he exclaimed. Surely she 
was pulling his leg! 

"Oh, Mark...," she said, raising her hand and touching his cheek. It 
helped him calm down tremendously, proving to himself that he was not as 
emotionally hard-bitten as he had thought. "You're sweet, but you forget 
what I am. I'm a succubus, I liked pain even before you met me, and even 
if I didn't I would by now through the magic that changes me to what you 
want. You shouldn't feel guilty because you're having sadistic feelings. 
Enjoy yourself more!" 

She was showing him the brightest, most sincere smile he had ever seen, 
and it made him make peace with that part of himself. Yes, while he may 
love Sabrina and Macy he also had the desire to dominate and hurt them, 
but this was the way he showed his love, so if they accepted it, he 
could, too. 

"You're an incredible person, you know that?," he told her, to which she 
blushed. "You're right. I won't feel guilty about this part of me 
anymore. So from now on, you should expect being much more abused than 
before" 

"Abuse me as much as you want, Mark. I'm yours to use," she said, still 
smiling. Her voice, however, once again carried that serene sincerity 
that sent shivers through his whole being. 

He bent down to kiss her again, roughly forcing his tongue between her 
lips which, while parting willingly, were moving to slow for his taste. 
She wrapped her arms around his head, and as he was kissing her he soon 
tasted the coppery flavor of her blood and immediately found it to his 
liking. Despite the taste being faint, he could feel the power contained 
in her blood, not because she was a succubus, he felt the power every 
living being's blood contained. This truly was the fluid of life, and he 
found himself wanting more. As with most fetishes, he was experienced 
with blood play on the level of Internet pornography, having read and 
seen countless texts, pictures and videos. He knew, while he was taking 
his time to experience his newly found sexuality with Sabrina, one day 
this particular kink would find its way into their sex life. 

He became lost in the mixed flavor of her spit and lifeblood, her tongue 
softly dancing with his. Soon, Sabrina's whole being flowed into him as 
he once again felt his senses being flooded with stimulus that did not 
originate from him. He saw a gorgeous, naked woman with long, flowing 
red hair, a natural red head, as he also saw the soft hair between her 
legs. Her breasts were high and tight with a roundness and firmness that 
portrayed a natural youth almost non existent in today's world of high 
gloss magazines and pornography. Her beautiful, red lips showed a pretty 
but sad smile, sorrow mirrored in her beautiful eyes. The kiss broke and 
the sensation vanished. 

Mark gasped. This had been the third time something like this has 
happened that day. The first two times had been with Macy, but this time 
he had made this kind of connection with Sabrina. What was going on? He 
opened his eyes and looked at Sabrina, who also had her eyes closed and 
was moaning in bliss. Was this connection somehow caused by the little 
succubus girl in his arms? If so, why did it happen with Macy first? And 
what exactly was this mysterious power anyway? 

Deciding he needed to talk, he set his lover down on the bed before 
standing up. Sabrina protested softly but made no motion to get up. 
Quickly he got into his boxers, pants and shirt again. Being clothed 
around a naked girl made him feel more in control of himself, plus it 
had the added effect of creating a delicious power balance between those 
who were allowed to wear clothes and those who were not. He quickly went 
to the fridge and got out some more drinks before sitting in his office 
chair and wheeling it over to the bed.

"There is something I need to talk about with you, Sabrina" 

She opened her eyes and looked at him intently while sitting up. 
Gratefully, she accepted a can. 

"What's that all about?," she said after having taken a drink. 

"Look, don't take this wrong, but other than self-healing do succubi 
have any other powers? Even ones you might not know about?," he asked. 

She pondered for a moment, a finger on her lips. "I'm pretty sure we 
don't. Now you have to remember than what I know about the world of 
magic comes from the books Abi had given me, but as far as my own 
species goes, I think I'm pretty much up to scratch" 

He took a drink from his own can. "Can you tell me what you know?," he 
asked, wanting to be sure. 

She nodded. "Succubi as a whole have only passive abilities, at least 
from the outset. If you have the spark, you can always train to get 
magical powers, but I wasn't. We automatically heal any injury as long 
as it isn't fatal" She pointed to her face. Already, the flow of blood 
from her nose had ceased and her cheeks were conforming to the overall 
color of her skin, her bruises fading. 

"As long as we still have our cherries - at least vaginally - we have 
power contained within our bodies, which warlocks can take for 
themselves by deflowering us. When a magically inept person does it our 
power is lost until we die and are reborn again" 

"Reborn?," he interrupted, raising an eyebrow. 

"You have to remember I'm a succubus princess, designed by Asmodeus as a 
means to make sure his power doesn't fall into the hands of his enemies. 
However, such power can't simply be given up; energy doesn't just die 
away, you know? I know that normal succubi can't count on being reborn 
that easily, but I, apparently, can" 

"So in a way, you're immortal?," he asked. 

She smiled sadly. "Yes and no. If I'm killed I'll be born again after a 
while, becoming the child of a normal human family who will rise me as 
theirs. But I'd be a completely different person, and I'm sure also look 
completely different" 

"Hmmmm. That certainly explains why nobody has yet gathered all 17 of 
you," he said, pondering. 

"Yes. Organizations like the demon hunting abbey I lived in look for the 
other princesses and capture them before a warlock can, and even if a 
warlock should get his hands on one or two, there's always benevolent 
warlocks who'd then get contacted by these organizations. They get the 
girls they have, get power equal to the other warlocks and then the two 
of them start killing each other" 

That did shock him. In a way, these girls were used like weapons! 
Sabrina had already told him more than he needed to know about this 
particular subject, and he had more questions needing an answer. Also, 
she did look distressed by the topic, looking at the can and fidgeting 
with the latch. 

"So you have healing powers and can bestow the powers within you. What 
about potency? That seems like a typical succubus power and might 
explain why I'm still hard" He pointed at the bulge in his jeans. 

Sabrina blushed. "The books mentioned this as a possibility, but you 
have to remember we're speaking about a roman catholic order. It's 
unlikely they've tested this one out" 

"Yeah," he said, throwing his empty can into the paper basket, "and on 
the other hand it simply could be my teenage hormones. But, you know, 
ever since this morning I've been having these... odd experiences" 

She looked at him in interest. "Odd experiences?," she echoed. 

Mark suddenly wished he still had his can to fidget around with. How 
could he explain something like that? "Today, when I was touching Macy. 
It actually happened twice, you know? Just now, it happened for a 
third time, and that's a bit too often for me to ignore" 

The puzzled look on her face spoke volumes. He could not blame her, 
though, he was hardly making sense with his rant. "I can't exactly 
follow you, I'm afraid," she said. 

He tried again. "When I touched Macy - or you, just now - I sort of... 
'saw' things. Hold on, seeing doesn't really cover it, it was more like 
all of my senses were being flooded with your... I guess they were 
thoughts, memories or the like. I saw things from Macy's childhood, 
could hear her formulate sentences about me, opinions, emotions. And 
just now, when we kissed, the same thing happened with you" 

He stared at her intently, her eyes being caught by his gaze. Her 
breathing quickened. 

"What... what did you see?," she almost whispered. 

"A beautiful woman with long, red auburn hair. She was naked, I could 
see her whole body, even the red bush between her legs. From what I know 
from your tale, it must have been Abi, though you didn't mention 
anything about her pubic hair, and her body was totally unblemished even 
though you said she was punished regularly with you," he said. 

Sabrina stared at him, her underlip trembling slightly. A single tear 
escaped her right eye, drifting down her face. 

"It's how I pictured her in my mind since I've left, how I wanted to 
treasure her," she eventually whispered. Her voice was thick with 
emotion. "When you were holding me I felt secure, as secure as I've only 
felt with Abi before, and that made me think of her" She smiled at him 
briefly before her face became serious again. "It's as you've said, you 
probably were in my head. And that's impossible" 

She shook her head with such a force that he actually jumped a little, 
surprised. "Why's it impossible?," he asked. 

She looked at him, contemplating. "I don't know much about magic, but 
there's one thing all the books I've read were always very clear about. 
Mind reading doesn't exist" 

"Whoa!," he said, back-pedaling both with this thread of discussion and 
his chair, "I didn't say it was magic, I mean, I don't have any, you 
said so yourself!" 

"I did not say such a thing," she said, mildly surprised. He thought 
about it a second and realized she was right. "You told me you're not a 
warlock," she added after a moment 

"You're right," he said, "I mean, if I were a warlock, I'd know it" The 
look she gave him worried him a bit. "Wouldn't I?," he added lamely 
after a moment. 

She closed her eyes, concentrating for a moment. Then, she spoke. 
"Taking into consideration the whole world's population - approximately 
seven billion people - about half a percent of all humans are magically 
inclined, that means, they have magical potential. Of these 35,000,000 
people, however, only about 15% develop a spark. That's roughly five 
million people. This 'sparking' - at least I think that what it's called 
- apparently means that your ability to do magic is not just a 
possibility when you're born, but actually develops to full-blown 
magical capacity" She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"So, you're saying I'm one of these five million people?," he said, 
incredulous. 

"It's a possibility," she said, tilting her head. 

"Then why the heck didn't I notice it? I mean, I must have done 
something, even unconscious, like, I don't know, accidentally freeing a 
snake from a zoo or growing my hair back after it's been cut!" 

She looked at him in confusion, not understanding the pop culture 
reference. "You have to understand that these five million people just 
have the ability to do magic. Going further down statistics, less than 
thirty percent of them, roughly one and a half million, ever awaken, 
awakening meaning being able to use their talent. Most don't find a 
teacher or something like that, I guess." 

One and a half million people sounded like a lot, but Mark knew that 
distributed across the whole globe, that meant not much at all. Quickly 
making some calculations on his own, he realized that meant perhaps 
13000 people in the whole of Great Britain were magic folk, a little 
more than 0,02% of the population. 

"So how come I suddenly have this magic?," he asked. 

She scratched her cheek with a fingernail in embarrassment. "I don't 
really remember much of this book, I'm afraid. I was only fascinated by 
the numbers in that chapter. From what I know you have to either grow 
self-aware of your powers of have them grow strong enough" 

He looked at her blandly. 

She sighed. "Look, not everyone's your megalomaniac fairy-tale wizard, 
right? I mean, we'd all notice if there were people on broomsticks 
flying around constantly, right?" 

He nodded. 

"So there are people with different magical strengths. Counting from 
1,500,000, most are charlatans, like the chief of Shannon's mooks, if 
you remember. About five percent are your typical strong people, witches 
and warlocks, and the like, and of these, about thousand people make up 
the circle of uber-powerful masters." 

"So there's about one thousand really strong warlocks or the like in the 
world, enough that they can't just conquer and enslave all of it," he 
said, understanding. 

"That's the gist. So, the reason you might not have noticed your magical 
powers could be that until now your power has been too weak for you to 
notice." 

He grimaced. "Great, that means I'm on one level with that son of a 
bitch!," he exclaimed. "But, assuming it really is magic, why can I 
suddenly read minds? I mean, you told me that mind reading is supposed 
to be impossible, even for magicians-" 

"Enlightened, they call themselves. Though the order called them 
Awakened," Sabrina interrupted.

"Fine, even for Enlightened, then," he continued without batting an eye. 
"Anyway, if what I'm doing should be impossible, doesn't that mean I've 
suddenly grown really powerful since yesterday? How did that happen?"

She smirked at him. "That might have something to do with you 
deflowering an innocent little succubus and claiming the powers within 
her" 

He blanched. "You mean I've suddenly gained one-seventeenth of a demon's 
power?," he croaked. 

She nodded, grinning. "Arch-demon, actually, they're like dukes in hell" 

"Fuck!," he exclaimed, shouting at the top of his lungs. She jumped, 
looking at him in shock. "Now I have to be worried about blowing up the 
house," he mumbled.

For a second she stared at him as if he had grown whiskers. Then, 
suddenly, she let herself fall on her back, pedaling the air with her 
legs as she rolled around giggling. 

"That's not funny!," he said, but his heart was not completely in it. He 
was too confused by the prospects of his newly found power.

"I'm sorry!," she said between gasps, "but your reaction was just too 
hilarious!" Eventually, she sat back up again, drying the tears of her 
laughter with her hands. By now, her face had healed completely, and her 
pretty chest was heaving with every breath she took. 

"So, how powerful am I, exactly?," he wondered aloud-

She shrugged. "I don't know. I've only read about this stuff in books, 
and I have no frame of reference. The power of the Arch-Incubus could be 
great enough to nuke the whole orbit or so small you couldn't even light 
a candle with it." 

"Great," he said sarcastically, "I suddenly have this great power 
brewing within myself and I don't even know what's going to happen to me 
in the next few hours" 

"That I can answer," she said. "From what I've read, a neophyte's 
contact with magic somehow works as a key for most. Awakening this way 
was called an 'Unsealing' in the abbey, but basically it means the same, 
the birth of a new magical talent. From now on, your magic will quickly 
grow stronger until you've reached your initial potential and then 
slowly mature as you do. Of course you'll have to add to that what you 
got from me, so I strongly suggest getting a grip on your powers fast" 

"Great," he said bitterly, "any negative side-effects?" 

She giggled. "Indeed, there are, though if they're negative is up to 
debate. After their unsealing, warlocks often experience a change in 
body physique as they grow stronger, the magic eliminating diseases from 
the body as it is optimized for its wearer. So, in other words you 
should be needing to buy some more pants in the future" 

"Hmmm, that's something I could live with," he said. "Does that mean 
I'll grow taller?" 

She pondered. "I don't know. You're pretty tall already. You're what, 
180 cm?" 

"182, actually. I really hope I don't grow too tall, though. I'm already 
taller than most fifteen-year-olds." Then he realized something. "Hey, 
wait a minute. Do you think that I've been able to maintain my erection 
despite coming because of this?" 

"Well, duh!," Sabrina said, starring at him. He gave her a confused 
look. "You mean, you haven't realized it yet? Despite the whole 
sex-demon thing?" 

He shook his head. 

"Magic is closely tied to sexuality, and the other way around. The more 
sexual experiences one has, especially extreme, perverted and unusual 
ones, the stronger their magic grows, and let me tell you, you've not 
only done a succubus several times, you've also already experimented 
with her quite a bit" She flashed him a smile, which he answered with 
one of his own. 

"So the more perverted I am, the more powerful I get?" He chuckled when 
she nodded. Well, at least that would not be a problem. On the other 
hand, if he did not learn how to actually control his magic he could 
actually blow away the whole country with a single orgasm. But while 
this problem weighed strongly on his mind, he soon would have others to 
worry about. Like still fitting his pants. At least those he was wearing 
still fitted, though they were an old, lose pair. 

"Are you okay, Mark?," Sabrina said, shaking him out of his train of 
thought. He had spent spent quite a while within the confines of his 
head. She was looking at him with concern. 

"Yeah," he said, "I just can't get my head around this whole thing. I 
mean, not only am I suddenly a wizard - pardon, warlock - I've also got 
powers that shouldn't exist. I mean, what do I do now?" As he looked at 
her he saw her being as lost as him. 

"Well, about this mind-reading thing, couldn't you, you know, experiment 
with it?," she offered after a minute. 

"How?" 

"Well, I am yours in mind and body," she said matter-of-factly, "so you 
can use me to your hearts content" She raised an eyebrow at him. 'As if 
you already didn't', was the message. 

He thought about this. She was right, in a way. He had already been in 
her head once, though Macy had been first, sharing her thoughts with him 
twice. For a minute his thoughts worked like a machine. He came to a 
conclusion. He sighed. This wouldn't be easy. 

"Hey, were are you going?," she asked as he stood up from his chair and 
went to his desk. 

"I'm calling my sister, Macy. I've seen her thoughts, too, so I want
her here as well" 

"What?!," Sabrina, exclaimed, shocked. "You want to tell her about this 
whole mess?" 

Did he? Despite their bond having been mended only recently, he could 
not think of anyone he would rather have help him with this than Macy. 
He guessed the instinctive trust the two of them shared had been what 
enabled him to see her thoughts back then. However, how would she react 
to Sabrina? How would she react to the whole magic thing? Did he really 
want her to accompany him on this journey, knowing that their newfound 
bond might be strained again?

He picked up the phone. 

END OF CHAPTER I 

Afterwords: Wow, this is quite a chunk! I've actually rewritten large 
parts of this, switching from third to first person and then back to 
third person again, so tell me if some of my pronouns are still mixed 
up. Read and review, and if you have ideas you want to see in this story 
or if you'd like to be my editor, drop me a line.