"Untie me, you pervert!"
I slapped her face lightly. She gasped, her jaw dropping as she stared at me in shock and outrage.
"You will not speak to me like that, slut. You will behave in a respectful manner. Do you understand me?"
"You hit me!"
"I'll do more than that if you don't do as you're told."
"You… you bastard!"
I slapped her face again, harder, throwing her head to the side. Tears appeared in her eyes and her lips quivered.
"I said you are to behave in a respectful manner. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she sniffled.
"Yes, Michael." I growled.
"What?"
"Yes, Michael."
"Yes, Michael," she gulped, blinking her eyes rapidly.
I looked down her body and smiled.
"You are one hell of a good looking fuck toy," I said. "Do you know what a fuck toy is? Have you ever heard the expression?"
Her face colored, and she shook her head as she looked down.
"Don't look down, slut. Look at me. And don't shake your head. Answer yes, Michael, or no Michael. Now have you ever heard of the term fuck toy?"
"No, Michael," she sniffled.
"A fuck toy is a girl who is designed and built for men to use for their pleasure. A girl with a great body, a pretty face, and the mind of a nymphomaniac. Do you know what a nymphomaniac is?"
She nodded her head and I scowled, and slapped her face again.
"Yes, Michael." Gwen sobbed.
"What is a nymphomaniac?"
"Uh… it's uhm… a girl who… has a lot of sex."
"No. It's a girl who is a slut in her mind, a girl who lives and breathes sex, who exudes sex, who's very essence is sex. It's a girl who lusts all the time, who's pussy is always hot and wet and ready for fucking."
I slid my hand in between my legs and cupped her pussy Gwen gasped and jerked.
"A nympho is a girl who is mad at someone, who comes in her pants when that someone sticks his hand down her pants and rubs her pussy. A nympho is someone who acts like a brat just so her brother will pull her across his lap and spank her bare ass."
I had my middle fingers up her hole now, and stroked my thumb across her clitty as she looked down at my hand.
"Look at me when I'm speaking, slut," I snapped.
She jerked her head up, frowning. "Don't call me that," she whined, face red.
"Slut is a state of mind. You're a slut."
I reached out and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it as I fingered her snatch. She squirmed anxiously.
"A girl like you, Gwen, was made for fucking. You were made to have men stuffing their cocks into every orifice of your body, to wrap these long, gorgeous legs of yours around men's bodies while they thrust into you."
"You were made to slide those pretty lips around a man's cock, to suck and lick as it slid in and out of your mouth."
I slid my hand off her breast and up to her face. I stroked her cheek, then pressed my fingers against her mouth.
"Have you ever sucked a cock, Gwen?"
She shook her head briefly, wide-eyed. I almost slapped her, but didn't want to spoil the mood. She was listening to every word I was saying.
"You've never felt a man's soft skin between your lips, never felt his heart pounding through his cock as it slides back and forth over your tongue?"
I slipped my finger into her mouth and she looked down at it, blinking.
"Suck it little slut. Suck that finger for me, slut girl."
She whimpered, then dosed her eyes briefly. Her lips closed around my finger then and she sucked as I pumped it in and out of her mouth.
"Lick it, slut girl… fuck toy. Lick it… near the top, that's it, slut. Lick that funger. You have such gorgeous lips… so full… made to caress a man's cock."
She moaned around my finger, her pussy hot and wet as my fingers pumped in and out mouth. She squirmed more and more on the table, her breathing growing more ragged.
"Suck my finger, baby. Suck it for me. Hot little slut. Slut meat. That's what you are. Slut meat. A walking, talking piece of cunt meat ready for fucking."
Her eyes were wide, and my words were dearly shocking to her, shocking and… apparently, excliting. She moaned and whimpered around my finger, grinding her ass down, twisting her pussy against my finger.
I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and her pussy, and exchanged them. For a moment she just blinked her eyes, then she squirmed, jerking her head away when she tasted her pussy cream on my fingers.
"Phaaahhhtfhh," she said, spitting and sticking her tongue out.
"Don't do that, slut meat. You were meant to taste pussy milk, to drink sperm, to suck men's balls and cocks and lick at pussies and clits. Suck it. Suck your cunt cream."
"Nooo," she moaned.
"Do as you're told. Obey me."
"Michael," she whined.
"Suck it, whore!"
I jammed my finger against her lips and she opened them, wrinkling her face distastefully as my finger slid over her tongue.
"Suck, bitch. Suck it. Lick it."
She obeyed, squirming again as I fingered her clit and pumped my fingers inside her.
"Maybe you want a real cock in your mouth. Is that it, fuck toy? IS that it?"
I pulled back, then stood up. She stared at my hands as I undid my pants and pulled the zipper slowly down. I took my pants off this tine, and then skinned off my shirt as well. I ran my fist up and down my cock, squeezing it as she stared.
"That's right, fuck meat. This is a cock. This is a cock made for you. This is the cock that pumped your pussy a few minutes ago. Isn't it beautiful?" I slid my fingers through her hair, then gripped her arm and jerked her off the table.
She tried to stand but I pulled her lower, wanting her on her knees in front of me. She gasped awkwardly, then settled there as I let her go.
"Back straight, slut. Chest out and back straight. You're a whore. Whore's are on their knees a lot. Whore's are experts at cocksucking. You're going to become an expert Gwen. I'm going to make you an expert whore."
"I… I don't… I don't think I can," she whimpered.
I laughed.
"Give me a break fuck toy every girl sucks cock. And you're not just a girl. You're a whore, a slut, a nympho fuck toy your lips were made for sucking cock."
I mashed her hair up and gripped it tightly, then took my cock and rubbed it over her face, starting with her forehead, then going over her eyes, nose, across her cheeks, then over her lips, leaving a thin trail of pre cum across her face.
"Open your mouth, slut. Open your mouth and suck my cock."
She gasped at the words, staring at my cock. I rubbed it back and forth across her lips, then pushed it into her mouth. She tried to close her mouth at first, then eased off and took my cock inside.
"Suck. Suck it… whore."
She moaned, then softly sucked on my cock-head.
"Suck more of it in… whore."
She sucked in more of my cock, sliding her lips down to the base, letting it fold up inside, licking at it as I slid my hands through her hair again.
"Yeah. Good girl. That's my little slut. Suck on that cock, baby. Suck it good and hard. Then I'll FUCK you again. Do you want that? Would you like me to FUCK you again, slut?"
I felt my cock hardening, felt the blood rushing downwards as I felt my sister's lips and tongue around it. I pulled back, sliding it out of her lips, then rubbed it over her face again before pushing the now semi-hard prick back into her mouth.
It couldn't go in all the way now, and she gagged when I put it in too far. That was all right. You gotta walk before you can run. She'd learn to deep throat eventually for now I fucked slowly into her mouth, letting her suck, telling her where to lick.
I pulled out and pulled her face into my crotch, ordering her to suck on my balls, to lick them. I had her slide her tongue up and down my shaft, then form her lips into a kiss and slowly force my cock through them.
I held her head in my hands then began fucking her face, sliding my cock back and forth through her lips harder and faster. I slowed then and pulled free.
"Want it, slut? Want a cock inside you? Want me to FUCK you?"
She shuddered, her eyes closing, her head falling back.
"Tell me, slut."
"Yes," she whispered.
"What do you want?"
"Michael," she moaned.
"Tell me."
"I… want… you to f… f… fuck me," she gasped.
"Turn around, slut."
She shuffled around on her knees so I was behind her.
"Now I want you to lean forward until your shoulders are pressed against the rug. Stick that round ass of yours up and back at me. Come on, slut meat. Do it. Show me your good side."
She positioned herself as I stood behind her.
"Spread your legs more, slut. That's it. Look at that dripping cunt of yours. It sure looks hungry. It looks like it'd love to have a big thick cock ramming into it. Do you want that, slut?"
"Yes," she gasped.
"Beg for it."
"Wha… what?"
"Beg for it."
I dropped to my knees and cupped her pussy, squeezing. I started fingering her clit, rubbing my fingers against it as I stuffed my thumb into her hole.
"Beg for it, slut meat. Beg for my cock. Beg me to fuck your hot, buttery little fuck hole."
She moaned and her ass kind of ground back at me.
"Beg, slut."
I slapped her ass, and she cried out.
"Beg, slut."
I slapped her ass again.
"Please," she gasped.
"Please what, slut?" CRACK!
She cried out again, sobbing.
"Do you want it, slut?"
"Yess," she whimpered. "PI… please f… fuck me… Please fuck me, Michael." CRACK!
"P… please fu… fuck me… M… M… Michael," she panted.
"Harder, slut. Beg harder."
I took my fingers out of her and slapped her ass again.
"Please. Oh please," she moaned. "Please, Michael. Please fuck me!"
I rubbed my cock against her slit, then pressed it against her hole and sank it slowly down into her gash.
She groaned long and low as my cock slid in to the hilt, and pushed her ass back at me, sobbing as I slapped her ass and ground my pelvis against her.
"Yeah! Yeah! What a tight little cunt you have!"
CRACK!
"Hot little slut! I can feel your twat sucking on me. I can feel how wet it is, how hungry it is!"
I slid my cock back, fighting the suction of her hungry pussy then thrust into her again, drawing another choked cry of pleasure.
CRACK!
I started pumping, sliding my cock in and out of my kneeling sister, using her cunt, driving it deep into her with each thrust. She moaned and sobbed and gasped for breath, humping back desperately, feverishly. I fucked faster, faster, my hips slapping against her buttocks now, jerking her forward on her shoulders.
I had to grip her flanks to hold her in place as I pounded my meat into her. Her tight cunt flesh rasped over my prick as it pistoned in and out of her.
"Take it! Take that cock, whore! Squeeze your slut cunt down on it! Bitch! Hot assed little whore bitch!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK
I slapped at her ass while I fucked her, and she sobbed louder, jerking and moaning and gasping, as she slammed back to meet each thrust. Then she cried out, cried out loudly, almost a scream. Her pussy sucked and chewed on my prick as she let out a long, drawn out gurgling moan of pleasure, her ass bouncing and jerking back at me as I reached under her and rubbed her clit.
She cried out again, gurgling maniacally, jerking violently as I fingered her clit. Jesus I was gonna blow myself. I clenched my teeth, trying to think of the most unerotic things I could.
Gwen moaned and sagged, going still, and I tore my prick from her and fell back, desperately trying not to come. I almost did, but slowly the heat and pressure dropped, and I let out a deep breath.
"Don't move, slut," I snapped when Gwen started to get up.
She stayed in place obediently I looked around, then went to a drawer and pulled out one of my father's small tape recorders the ones he used for dictation. I started to close the drawer, then saw a big handkerchief. I grabbed that too and went back to her.
I tied the handkerchief over her eyes, ignoring her complaints, then pressed record and set the tape machine down next to her face.
"All right, slut. I'm going to talk, and you are going to repeat every word I say exactly as I say it. Is that clear?"
"Ye… yes," she gulped.
CRACK!
"Yes, Michael!" she cried.
"I am a whore."
She trembled. "I… am a whore," she gasped.
"Louder."
"I am a whore."
"I am a slut."
"I am a slut."
"I am a fuck toy."
"I am a fuck toy."
I grinned and caressed her ass.
"I am made to give pleasure to men." She repeated every word, her ass squirming, obviously getting hot.
"I must always obey Michael."
She hesitated briefly, then repeated it.
"I love Michael. Michael is my God. Michael owns me. Michael owns my body."
She repeated it all, her voice getting emotional… exclited, as I started to rub her clit.
"I love cock!" she gasped. "I love being fucked! I love sucking cocks!"
I pushed her over onto her side, then rolled her onto her back. She gasped and moaned, spreading her legs far apart.
"You want a cock, slut?"
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me, Michael!" she moaned.
I gripped her legs and lifted them, pressing them back against her chest, lifting her ass. I crossed her ankles and held them with one hand, forcing them way back, lifting her behind as I rubbed my cock-head along her slit.
"I'm gonna fuck you, bitch!" I hissed. "I'm gonna fuck your hot, hungry dirty little CUNT!"
I jammed my cock into her, then leaned over, letting her legs come apart, gripping an ankle in each hand. Then I thrust down hard, smashing my cock through the tight, soft, wet folds of cunt flesh, hammering my hips into her upturned buttocks as I sheathed my tool inside her.
She screamed, then started jerking and shaking, humping wildly up at me, sobbing and gurgling in orgiastic pleasure as her cunt sucked and pulled on my meat.
I rose up over her, jamming her ankles down over her shoulders, then fucking, fucking harder and faster, slamming my pelvis down, stabbing my prick down into her with furious speed and power.
She stopped jerking for about twenty or thirty seconds, then cried out again, her head thrashing as she started humping up again. She was coming again! I continued to ram my tool into her as she came, then stopped, then came again.
I couldn't hold out too long because of how hot I was feeling, but I rode her through four orgasms before my juice spewed out. I gasped in pleasure as my cream fire-hosed out, wad after wad spitting down into her hungry little womb.
I rode that little bitch to the verge of unconsciousness, filling her full of cream. Her ass was red from my pounding hips as I backed off. I let her legs down slowly, then sat back on my heels, looking down at her.
God, she had a body! She was laying on her arms, of course, since her hands were still tied behind her, and her chest was kind of sticking out, those perfect tits looking so wonderfully erotic, so full and soft and beautiful, her belly taut, smooth, her loins moist and hot, her long legs stretched out. She really was a fuck toy, a hot, creamy little sex machine.
And I was going to make sure she knew it.
I took the tape recorder away and turned it off, then lifted her to her feet and led her down the hall to the basement stairs. She moaned a little, confused, as I led her down the stairs, walking very carefully since she was still blindfolded.
She gasped as her bare feet hit the cold concrete of the basement but I forced her forward and made her stand next to a thick wood beam. I went over to a work table… not that my father ever did any work, and found a coil of rope, one I'd bought myself years before.
I turned her around roughly, then untied the cord from her wrists. I let her rub them but slapped her hands down when she tried to remove the blindfold. I'd do that myself… when I was ready.
I pushed her back against the beam, and ordered her to raise her arms.
She obeyed, and I tied the rope firmly around one wrist, then I moved behind the beam, lifting her arms and pulling them back above her behind the beam. I tied them together, then let go of the rope and went back to the table.
I got a hammer and a long nail and came back, then ordered her to lift her arms higher. I fit the nail just under her bound wrists and hammered in into the beam at a downward angle. I hammered several more nails into the back of the beam down along its length to near the floor.
Then I picked up the rope and ran it down from where her wrists were tied down to behind her belly. I hooked it under the nail there and looped it around her, cinching it in tight against her soft belly. I looped it over the nail again then brought it back around front and led it up across her body and over her shoulder.
I pulled it in back again, circled the beam am pulled it back over her other shoulder, then down across her chest so it was criss-crossed, pinning her firmly to the beam. I fed another two loops, around her waist and the beam, and one around her slender throat.
She moaned and her little ass rubbed again the beam.
I dropped the rope down behind her and hooked it under one of the lower nails, then brought it back around front, fed it under her leg and pulled it up hard so it was right into her crotch, almost against her pussy mound, then looped it over her leg and pulled it back behind the beam again.
I pulled hard, making her jerk her leg back, then fed the rope out under her other leg, then over it and back again, pulling hard. She gasped, her legs both pulled back and apart hard, her ass pinned to the beam as I tied the rope behind her.
I dropped it lower, hooking it under the lowest nail, then grabbed her left ankle and pulled it back so it was at the side of the beam. I looped the rope around it, then pulled it back again and did the same for her right ankle. I tied them off; her body was now so tight against the beam they were almost melded together.
Finally I tied it off and went upstairs. My mother had this great big mirror in her room. It wasn't fixed to the wall, but had a kind of… stand thing so it was at an angle, self supporting. I picked it up and brought it back down to the basement, then sat it down in front of Gwen, then just off to the side a bit.
Then I removed the blindfold and let her look at herself.
She moaned softly, her eyes transfixed by the sight of her lewdly bound body.
"All right, slut. I'm going out now. I'll be back, though. I'm going to buy a few toys for you, a few nice things that every hot little whore wants and needs. When I get back we'll play again. I'm willing to bet your hot little fuck hungry twat will ready to gulp down cock meat long before then."
I cupped her pussy and she moaned, trying hump against me, but unable to move at all.
"You just keep your eyes on this, slut." I snapped as I angled the mirror so that my hot sis could see her bound body better. "Look at your image, and try telling yourself this isn't a fuck toy, this isn't a cunt made for men to use, that this isn't a hot piece of cunt meat every man will want ram their cocks into."
I fingered her clit a bit, then smiled and climbed the stairs. I did indeed have some thing I wan to buy, some things that even thinking about was making my loins stir yet again.
Things like dildos and vibrators, restrain shackles, lingerie, gags and blindfolds and other bondage gear, and maybe a riding crop or a cane, or both. How much pain did little Gwen need teach her manners, to teach her obedience?
I'd had a class or two about brainwashing when I'd joined, the Corps, instructions on how Koreans and then the Vietnamese had tried brainwashing prisoners. Gwen was my prisoner now. My little sex slave, and I was going to give her kind of attitude that I wanted, the kind of attitude that would make her cream every time she spoke my name.
The stuff at the sex shop was amazing. There were dozens of dildos of every length and thickness, vibrators, weird little eggs and shit to stuff up cunts, every kind of bondage device imaginable, and even instruction books.
I spent quite a bit, because every time I saw something I imagined my luscious little sis in it, and the thought would make my crotch pulse.
I got a few teddies, G-strings, lacy little bras, and some leather shit, including a punishment hood that would wrap completely around her face, with nothing but slits under her nose to let her breath and a zipper over her mouth.
I got all kinds of kinky shit, including some punishment devices. I got a buggy whip, which was long and light, and a riding crop, which was shorter and heavier. I got two sizes of cane, a paddle, a flogger, and even a coiled bullwhip. I also got some clamps and weights.
In the electrical department I got a stun gun, a bigger, heavier blocky device that plugged into the wall, which had numerous wires I could attach to her, and a little gizmo that could be shoved up her pussy or asshole, and which could be set off by a remote control.