I returned to the house to find little sis just where I'd left her. She was sweating a bit, and her pussy was sopping wet when I slid a finger into it.
I took a vibrator from one of the bags and slid it back and forth across her slit, then jammed it up inside her. Gwen moaned as it slid deeply into her, but didn't protest. There was a little chain on the end of it, which I hooked around the rope that circled her waist to keep the vibrator from siding out. After turning it on I turned away and unloaded some of my stuff into the drawers of the worktable, carefully taking off the packaging, tags, etc, then storing them for ready use.
I had gotten a bunch of heavy eyelets, which I screwed into the ceiling beams, as well as into a pair of support beams, and into the wall in appropriate places.
I went back to the car and unloaded several boxes of mirror tiles, then scrubbed down a corner of the basement and started laying them against the walls.
Gwen was moaning behind me, trying to hump and grind her hips as the vibrator made her pussy burn. I ignored her as I laid the mirror tiles, each about two feet long by a foot wide, along the wall from floor to near the roof.
When I was done I smiled at myself, pleased, then went back for Gwen. She groaned weakly, and I knew she'd come at least once or twice. I'd heard her gurgling, after all. I could see her juices oozing out of her taut pussy lips and trickling along her thighs.
"Getting off on it, slut?" I asked, pulling her head up and back by the hair.
"Yesss," she gasped. "Ohhhh."
"Slut."
I pulled the vibrator out, ignoring her moan of protest, then preceded to untie and unwrap her. She swayed and almost fell when the ropes were finally all off, but I steadied her, then brought her over to the work table.
She stood there with wide eyes and hard nipples as I slid heavy, padded leather restraints around her wrists and ankles, buckled them in place, and used little padlocks to lock them in place.
She gave a little gasp when I lifted out a thick padded leather collar and slipped it around her throat, but didn't try to resist. I buckled it in place and locked it too, then pulled out a thin cane and ordered her to her knees.
She sank down quickly, trembling a little as she eyed the cane.
"Now, slut meat, you're going to learn discipline, and you're going to learn it fast. You will obey me utterly! You are my dog. Got that? My little fuck dog! When I give an order you do it instantly, or else. You understand?"
"Y… yes, Michael," she gulped.
"Get down on all fours, slut."
She obeyed, looking up at me anxiously.
"Now there's the best position for a little fuck toy," I sneered. "On all fours like a bitch in heat, her tits hanging down like udders. Think I should milk you, slut?"
I prodded her breasts with the end of the cane and she moaned and shook.
"Now, slut. Crawl. Crawl like the whore you are."
I gave her ass a light snap of the cane and she moaned again and crawled slowly forward.
"Faster, whore."
I snapped the cane across her rump again and she crawled faster.
"Dirty little fuck toy," I said, snapping the cane down on her rump as I followed her around the basement.
She wouldn't go very fast, saying it hurt her knees. But swinging the cane down on her buttocks harder changed her mind quickly, and I had her moving at a good pace, keeping behind her, snapping the cane down whenever she slowed.
Finally she collapsed, gasping for breath, red faced.
"Cheap little cunt," I said, slashing the cane across her ass. "Get moving, you whore."
"I… I… I… ca… ca… can't," she gasped, chest heaving.
"We'll see about that, slut."
I grabbed her thick, now tangled hair and yanked up. She screamed in pain, but scrambled to her knees, then her feet as I lifted up. She sobbed in pain, grabbing at my wrist, but I dragged her backwards into the corner.
There I lifted her arms up and clipped the chains I'd hung from the ceiling to her wrists so they were wide apart and high over her head. She was able to stand easily, but that would change.
I slipped a thin chain belt, around her waist, then got another vibrator. This was a larger one and had an AC adapter. I slowly worked it up into her tight box as she groaned in pleasure, staring at herself in the mirrors.
I clipped the base of it to the chain around her waist, then plugged it in and she arched her back like a cat, moaning in heat and delight.
I then pulled her trim ankles apart one by one, spreading them and chaining the restraints to a beam on one side and the wall on the other. Now she was absolutely stretched out, her back completely straight. Spreading her legs had her to the point that if she didn't keep her toes stretched completely straight she'd be hanging by her wrists.
"Now I'm going to punish you for being such a disobedient little whore," I said, standing in front of her and cupping her breasts.
She only moaned softly and rolled her head back. She was starting to grind her hips and I smirked in delight at how responsive she was.
I went to the table and got a pair of clamps, then attached sixteen ounce weights to each and came back to her. I slid one of the clamps around her hard right nipple and slowly tightened the screw.
At first she almost ignored it, then she gasped and looked down as it bit into her nipple. She started whimpering and jerking in pain.
"Ohhh! OOooooo! Don't!" she gasped. "Owww! Michael! Stop it!"
I gave it another turn and she writhed in pain, moaning, her eyes tearing.
I grinned then and let it go. The weight pulled down on her nipple and she gasped anew, staring at it, whimpering.
I produced the second clamp and slid it around her other nipple, tightening it too.
"Nooo! Michael! Please! I'll be good," she promised. "I will."
"You are a dirty little whore," I said. "And you need to be punished. If you aren't punished you'll feel guilty. We don't want you feeling guilty."
"But I… owwww. OOWwwwww! God! OOohhh!"
I tightened it, screwing it into her nipples, crushing it between the two sides, then letting the weight drop down to tug at it.
I gave her a few minutes to adapt to it, for her nipples to stop burning quite so badly. I stroked her body with my hands, caressing her soft skin. I rubbed at her clit, pressing it down against the thick vibrator sticking out between her tight pussy lips.
She started moaning in pleasure again, grinding her hips against my fingers.
I slid my hands up against her cheeks and lifted her head so I could stare down into her eyes.
"Do you know what I want you to do now, slut?"
"N… N… Noo," she gulped.
"I want you to beg me to fuck you in the ass."
She stopped breathing, and her jaw dropped as she gaped at me. I smiled in return, backing up and removing my shirt. She went on staring as I stripped off my shoes and pants and fisted my cock meat.
"Well, slut. Come on. Beg for it!"
"You… you can't!" she gasped.
"Sure I can."
"It's… dirty! It's… sick! I won't let you!"
I laughed at her and she flushed and squirmed, pulling at the chains holding her in place.
"Michael! No! If you try I'll… I'll tell mom and dad you raped me!"
"No you won't, because you're going to beg for it."
"I won't!"
"You will."
I went behind her and slid my arms around her, cupping her breasts, lifting them up and squeezing them. She gasped as my hands pressed against the clamps.
I slid a hand down her belly and rubbed at her clit, chewing at the nape of her neck, and she groaned, her ass starting to grind. But then she became aware of my hard cock against her buttocks as she pushed back and she stopped with another gasp.
"Slut," I whispered into her ear. "Whore. You were made for cock. You were designed to swallow cocks through every hole. And you will. You'll beg for it."
"N… no," she whispered.
I eased back and picked up the cane, then positioned myself to one side of her. She was positioned facing one of the mirror walls of the corner. Not only could she see her front side, but she could also see me behind her, see me raising the cane.
She held her breath and moaned, then the cane slashed through the air with a cutting sound and cracked against her buttocks.
She cried out, gnashing her teeth, arching her back as her legs jerked against the chains.
I raised the cane again slowly, watching her tremble, watching the red line appear across her perfect little ass. Then I brought the cane down again, and it slashed across her ass.
The feel as it hit her buttocks was indescribable. My cock was fully erect and burning with lust. I wanted to fuck her, to jump her and ram my cock into her hole, but I wanted her to beg.
I slashed the cane across her ass again, and a sob escaped her as her body jerked in response. A third line sprang into being across her white ass, then a fourth, and a fifth, and a sixth. Each blow was careful and slow and deliberate, and Gwen sobbed and moaned and jerked in response.
I swung harder, and she cried out at last as the CRACK of noise echoed around the room.
Each blow made her body jerk violently, which resulted in the weights bouncing and jerking against her nipples.
"Beg you dog! Beg, you fucking whore! Beg me and I'll ram my cock right up your asshole and pour my sperm into your guts!"
I slashed down again, and again she cried out, her body shaking and trembling. I smiled, and drew back again, then was startled to see her head jerk back violently, again and again. She gurgled and moaned and humped desperately, feverishly towards a non existent cock, grinding and rutting madly as an obvious orgasm blasted through her. I narrowed my eyes and lashed the crop across her ass. She screamed this time, but was it a scream of pleasure or of pain I couldn't tell. I slashed the cane down again quickly, then again as quick as I could, cracking it down across her shaking, quivering buttocks as she thrashed in her chains and gurgled in mindless ecstasy.
I halted when her head dropped limply forward, putting down the cane, not daring to touch my cock lest it explode.
I moved around in front of her and gripped her hair, forcing her head up and back. Her face was as sweaty as if she'd been out in the hot sun digging ditches, and hair was matted against her forehead and cheeks.
"Whore," I sneered. "Dirty little whore! You'll beg to have your asshole fucked! You'll beg me to pump your tight rectum!"
I let her hair go and her head dropped limply forward again as she moaned. I went back to the table, dropped the cane, and picked up the flogger and the buggy whip.
I pressed the flogger up against her chin and forced her head up, then gripped her hair and mashed my lips down against hers.
She blinked her eyes in surprise and shock, as though, despite all I'd done to her, kissing her on the lips was a stunning intimacy.
In fact, I hadn't yet kissed her at all, except for chaste brotherly kisses on her forehead, but now I jammed my tongue into her mouth and crushed my lips against hers, and she responded, slowly at first, then with a raging passion that amazed me considering she had climaxed only a minute earlier.
I pulled back and scowled at her, and to my surprise she gave me a defiant scowl.
"You'll beg for it, whore."
"Never," she snarled.
I drew back, my mind pounding with lust and excitement, for this defiance was akin to the bratty way she defied me when she wanted me to spank her. Well, if she wanted more beating she would get it, the little whore. I went around behind her, and saw her eyes eagerly following me in the mirrors. I put down the buggy whip and lifted the flogger. I flexed the flogger; the thing was built like a cat of nine tails, but without the knots on the end.
Gwen saw me and braced herself. I swung my arm and the many little strips of leather cracked down across the middle of her back.
She cried out in pain and surprise. I guess she had expected it to be used on her ass.
I swung it down again, and again, and again, as she sobbed and moaned and ground her ass back. She jerked under each blow, and cried out in pain, but she continued to grind her hips.
Red lines criss-crossed her back as I lashed her from shoulder to hips, but she refused to beg. I knew I would break her, though. I'd just have to try harder.
I picked up the buggy whip and tested it, then swung it down onto her reddened back. She cried out again, but the whip was too light for me. I was tired of this. I wanted her broken and now!
I threw it down and got the riding crop, then came back. The first hard blow made her scream in pain, her body shaking and jerking. The second made her cry, thick gut wrenching sobs escaping her trembling body. On the fourth she almost broke.
"Pleeeeasse," she sobbed.
"Please what, whore?" CRACK!
"Ohhhhh! God! Oohhhhhh!" CRACK!
"Please what, whore?" CRACK!
"Pleease… no more." CRACK!
"Ahhhhhgggghhhhh! Pleeeeasse!" CRACK!
"You know what to say, whore." CRACK!
"AAArrggghhhhhh! P… Pl… Please f… f… fuck meeee! Please fuck me!!" CRACK!
"Where, slut?" CRACK!
She sobbed in misery and agony, hanging by her wrists now, tears pouring down her cheeks and dropping onto her breasts.
"Pleeeasseeee," she moaned piteously. CRACK!
"What would you like fuck toy?" CRACK!
"P… P… please… fuck… fuck my… my ass," she sobbed. CRACK!
"Louder, whore." CRACK!
"P… please fuck… please fuck my… my… ass," she moaned. CRACK!
"I don't think you're sincere enough, fuck toy." CRACK!
"Oh pleeeasse," she sobbed. "Please fuck me in the ass! Please! Please! I'm begging you! Pleeeasse! Fuck me in my ass Michael!!!"
I tossed the crop down and picked up a little jar of KY jelly, then stuck a finger in it and moved in behind her. I pressed my finger against her little asshole and wriggled it on up, making her gasp and moan and whimper.
"Don't you know that getting fucked in the ass is the ultimate sign to a girl that she's a whore?" I breathed. "When a girl gets ass fucked she fully realizes just what she's worth, just what she's made for."
I pumped my finger in and out of my sister's asshole as I pulled her hair back and whispered into her ear.
"Your asshole is going to drink my jism, Gwenny I'm gonna ream it out so you can't shit for a month. I'm gonna pour so much cream up into your ass it'll be like an enema!"
I pulled my finger out and rubbed some jelly on my prick, then pressed my cock against her hole. She moaned anew, straining against the chains, but could do nothing to hinder me as I slowly sank my cock-head into her ass.
I groaned as it slipped past her opening. Her asshole squeezed around it like a vice. I reached around her, sliding my hands up and down my sister's belly, then bringing them up against her breasts, squeezing and kneading them.
I tugged on the clamps, and she cried out, the pain distracting her. In that instant I thrust up, and forced several more inches of cock meat up into her anus.
I licked along the nape of her neck and chewed on her earlobes, then tugged on the clamps again, and thrust several more inches up her shifter.
"Dirty little whore," I sneered. "You're just a piece of fuck meat ready for any man's cock. Aren't you? Aren't you, slut? After I've broken you I think I'll invite some of my buddies over to enjoy my little fuck toy. Would you like that, slut? Huh? Would you like to get gang banged by a room full of horny men?"
She whimpered and then jerked her head back as I slid a finger down onto her clit. I thrust in again, then jammed my hips forward, pressing her forward against the chains.
My prick sank into her to the hilt, and she moaned and squirmed as my pelvis rubbed against her sore, red ass cheeks. She was so tight and hot inside I cursed in delight, groaning at the feel of her silky anal tube around my rigid prick.
"Maybe I'll invite some of your friends over to watch, slut," I gasped. "Maybe I'll invite them over and have them sit down and listen to you begging for us all to fuck your ass. Won't that shock them all? And then I'll let the guys who know you go first, let them all fuck you and ream your asshole."
I ground my hips against her ass cheeks and she sobbed and moaned and jerked against me. I laughed and bit down on the side of her sweating throat, then drew my hips slowly back, tugging my prick from her tight, clutching depths.
Her asshole kept squeezing down, kept clutching at my boner as I fucked. I moved slowly, giving her ass a chance to accustom itself to my size and movement. My cock was rock hard, my blood boiling at the thought that this was my own baby sister I was sodomizing.
Her muscles eased back, and I was able to fuck with a smoother motion, then to increase my pace. I squeezed Gwen's titties and rubbed at her clitty as I reamed her ass, and she was shaking and groaning and whimpering, but whether it was in excitement or misery and pain I couldn't tell until she exploded into another orgasm.
Her asshole clamped down harder than her pussy ever had and she screamed so loudly I yelped in shock. I caught myself quickly though, and rammed my cock up into little sis' guts as hard and fast as I could as she thrashed and shook and wailed in orgiastic madness.
It was too much for me to hold off, and my balls exploded, pouring my hot spunk up into her sucking, boiling asshole. She drained me dry and kept sucking for more as I pounded my meat up into her with violent force and speed, almost lifting her off her feet with each hard stroke.
Then I sighed and halted, as she had, my cock still inside her, softening. She sagged in her chains, her head down, her body soaked with sweat I pulled out, gasping for breath, staring at her whip marked back and buttocks as I felt my heart slowing.
I went over to the table and fetched a few more items, then came back to her. She was hanging there semi-conscious, eyes closed, chest heaving, and didn't even notice me.
I reached down and released the chains from her ankle restraints. Her legs sagged weakly, bending, not supporting her at all at first. Then they slowly she began shifting and pulling in, her legs straightening them to take her weight.
I grinned and pulled them together, then hooked the two ankle restraints together. I lifted her legs up against my waist, then higher still, lifting them up higher until her feet were over her head. Another chain hung there just above her, and I attached it to the metal rings linking the restraints.
I reached up and slipped the chains off her wrist restraints then, letting her fall upside down. Her hands swept the floor as she moaned in confusion, but I quickly grasped them and pulled them together behind her back, locking them in place.
I slipped a padded blindfold over her eyes, then went upstairs. There was a stereo in her room, of course. I removed it and brought it down to the basement, then plugged it in.
"Michaaaeelll?" she moaned. I ignored her and went back to my room. There I took the tape which I'd recorded earlier and edited it, re-recording it and stretching it out so it repeated itself. That took over an hour, but I finally got it to fill both sides of a tape.
I took the tape back downstairs and put it into her stereo, then reached up to the chain holding her and lowered it. I let her down slowly and gently until her back was flat on the floor and her legs were held straight up.
Then I moved behind her and inserted two vibrators, one in her snatch, the one that'd been there before, and the other down her asshole. I pulled the chain up again, lifting her back off the floor, and she moaned weakly.
"Michaeeelll! Pleeeease!" she moaned. "I'm… so… dizzyy."
"You always were."
"My… my head huuurrts, Michaeeelll," she gasped.
"Tough."
"Pleeeeeassse," she begged. "I'm so… thirsty."
"You'll drink when I say you can. Now shut up or I'll gag you."
I turned the vibrators on and she gasped and then moaned. I plugged a set of stereo headphones into her stereo, then slipped them over her ears and strapped them in place. Then I turned on the stereo, setting the tape player to continuous play.
I stood back and watched her then, licking my lips in appreciation at how gloriously erotic she looked, her heaving, sweating flesh straining and stretched out, her breasts hanging free upside down, the weights pulling at her nipples.
I'd leave her there for a little while. There was a game on TV and I was almost drained myself. I went upstairs and got a sandwich and a few beers. After sitting in my father's recliner and putting my feet up, I flicked on the TV.
It wasn't a great game, but it was relaxing, and the beers, four of them, were cold. I kept an eye on Gwen, going downstairs during commercial breaks to make sure she was all right I often found her moaning and whining and jerking on the end of her chain, like some big game fish.
When the game ended I had a shower, then had a TV dinner while I watched the news. Then I went back downstairs to see how my little fuck toy was coming along.
She had no way of knowing I was there, of course. When I reached the bottom of the stairs and saw her she was bouncing and jerking, her head rolling back and forth.
Then she suddenly cried out, the sound a broken choked sob of intense pleasure. She started flopping and jerking like a fish on the end of a line, her head whipping back as she arched her back, then forward again as she bent upwards almost in half, then falling back again.
She bounced and swung wildly, sobbing and moaning and cursing in animalistic passion. Her body was coated in sweat and rivulets of pussy cream. She was glistening, and the concrete was damp beneath her where her sweat and pussy cream had rolled down her sleek young torso and head to pool on the basement floor.
Her movements slowed, then, with a shuddering groan she went still, panting for breath.
The room was quiet except for that, and I could hear her voice coming through the headphones, her voice saying what a whore she was, and how she was built to be a fuck toy, built to pleasure men, and had to obey me.
I watched her for a long moment, thinking of her as a little girl, watching her crawling then, pushing her away because she was an annoying little brat. Now she was a hot-blooded fuck toy, and her luscious body made my heart pound.
I reached up and cupped a buttock, and she moaned softly. I slid my hand over her ass, then up between her thighs. Her asshole had swallowed the vibrator there whole, and closed behind it. Her pussy had closed too, and there was no sign of the little purring toys inside her but the cords sticking out of both holes.
I moved around her, cupping her breasts, poking the weights so they swung back and forth.
"Ooohhhhhh!!!!" she moaned. "Miiiichaaaeeeelllll."
I bent over and unscrewed the two nipple clamps, letting them drop off. She cried out in pain as her throbbing nipples stung and burned. I gave her ass a slap, then removed the headphones and blindfold.
She blinked her eyes dazedly as I squatted down in front of her.
"How you doing, slut meat?" I grinned.
"I… I'm… so… hot," she whispered.
"You sure are, slut."
I stroked her hot, sweating breasts and she moaned.