Gwen was wearing a pair of loose shorts and a halter top when I showed up at my parents house. But this time I wasn't alone. I wanted her to get used to fucking people other than me, to being nude around others. That had been a part of her education I had failed in to date, and something I needed to take care of.
She was a bit confused when I walked in with Mark Phipps I hadn't told her that I was bringing anyone. As for Mark, I'd promised him a hot, nympho whore who would do anything. I hadn't told him she was my sister, or anything about how she'd become like she was.
"Hi, Michael," she said with an anxious smile.
"Hello, gorgeous," I said.
I walked up to her and slid my arms around her, kissing her deeply, sliding my hands down onto her ass and squeezing.
She was tense and anxious, probably wondering how she should act in front of a stranger. After all, she was my sister, and had to be afraid people would find out about that. And that was quite aside from the ordinary shyness a teenager who'd never exposed herself to anyone but her brother would feel.
I pulled back and slipped my arm around her waist as I turned to Mark.
"What'd I tell you, Mark? Is she gorgeous or not?"
"Oh yeah," he said, looking her up and down.
Gwen smiled shyly.
"She is one of the most natural little sluts you've ever met in your life," I said. "Maybe the most natural. Plus, she's got a body to die for. Don't you, beautiful?"
I slipped around behind her and hugged her, then slid my hands up to cup her breasts.
She stiffened with a gasp, but didn't say anything. Obviously she had no idea what to do. She didn't dare refuse me anything, yet was quite embarrassed at being groped in front of a man who was a complete stranger to her.
I mashed her breasts together as she stood there, quivering, then pulled my hands back behind her and untied her halter. Her arms came up for a second, as though to cup her breasts.
"Hands down," I whispered.
Her hands lowered and I slipped the halter off her, baring her breasts.
"What do you think?"
"Maaaan," Mark said, eyeing my sister's gorgeous breasts.
I cupped them and squeezed them.
"These are a set of the finest shaped tits I've ever held," I said. "Give a feel."
I pulled my hands back and Mark stepped forward, eyeing Gwen uncertainly.
"You don't mind if Mark squeezes your tits, do you, Gwen," I said.
"N… no," she breathed.
Mark reached up and cupped them gently, then squeezed them, lifting them upwards. I looked over her shoulders and watched his fingers squeezing the soft round flesh.
"Nice, huh?"
"Gorgeous," Mark gulped.
I slid my hands on to her belly then eased one down between her legs, cupping her crotch through her shorts. I rubbed her pussy as Mark squeezed her breasts, then slid my hand down the front of her shorts and over her cunt mound, rubbing my fingers along her slit.
Somewhat to my surprise, rather than being stiff with fear, her body was melting against me, her pussy moist and steaming. I rubbed her clit as she sighed and laid her head back against my shoulder.
"What a hot little fuck toy," I grinned.
I eased back then pulled her shorts down. She had no panties beneath, and groaned as Mark eyed her naked slit.
"Shaved slit," I grinned. "Nice, huh?"
Mark dropped to his knees in front of her, his fingers stroking her slit. He peeled it open and began to tongue her cunt cleft as she gasped and whimpered and started humping in wild pleasure. She came in less than a minute.
Mark and me took turns with her, and joined in together. We took her on all fours, with him fucking her pussy and me fucking her mouth. Then she climbed on my cock while Mark fucked her up the ass. She loved it, and came repeatedly.
Over the next week I brought other guys over, one, two, even four, and Gwen danced for us, jerked off for us then milked our cocks dry.
Finally, I brought Peter over. I had warned her beforehand that Peter was someone I wanted her to work especially hard to please, and that, unlike the other guys I'd brought over, this one would be more than straight sex.
I had gotten Peter over by telling him something about Gwen, not that I'd trained her, not that she was my sister, but that I had a slave who would serve me utterly, a gorgeous young nymphet who would obey my every wish.
She greeted us in shackles, on her knees, and licked our shoes as we stood together over her. Peter was extremely excited from the first sight of gorgeous Gwen, and his cock bulged as she slid her face up his thighs and undid his pants.
I let her blow him there on her knees, swallowing his juice, then put her through her paces for him, changing positions rapidly, begging, jerking off with her fingers and a dildo.
Then, as the final act, I made her assume the position, with her hands behind her head and her back arched, and used the cane on her breasts, then on her pussy, making her come.
Peter was so hot after witnessing this he jumped atop her and fucked her wildly for half a minute before dumping his juice into her pussy.
I then placed her against the wall, shackled her wrists above her head, put the hood over her head, and began to talk to Peter about how I might, for the right price, be able to find him a girl similar to Gwen.
Both of us talked around the idea of where such a girl would come from, of whether or not she would be willing to do as Gwen did, or whether she'd be forced to.
Since I told him it would take me about a month to train such a girl I think he had no doubts she would be an unwilling captive, at least at first. I don't think he wanted to know, though, just so long as the girl would be as obedient and beautiful as Gwen was.
"Describe to me your perfect slave," I said.
He looked at Gwen, licking his lips. "That one comes pretty close," he said.
"She's not for sale. She's… special."
"Well, one just like her, maybe bigger breasts, and a redhead, a natural redhead, without the shaved slit. That's attractive, mind you, but… I want to see her red fur."
I nodded.
"Big, big nipples," he said, "Pierced, with rings in them, and a ring in her clit. Big blue eyes, but stupid, real dumb, and obedient like her."
"I think I can find such a girl," I said.
"I'll give you… ten thousand."
I laughed. "Twenty."
"How much do you spend on whores now, Pete? I mean, you hire them every week, and what do they charge? A thousand bucks a pop? Two? More?"
"How much?" he asked.
"A hundred grand. That's a bargain. It's no more than you spend in a year, and it's chump change to you anyway."
"That's a lot of money for pussy," he said doubtfully.
"Bull. You know how much a street corner hooker pulls in a year? Maybe two hundred grand. Sex is expensive, my man."
"Done then, on one condition."
"What?"
"I keep her until you bring my own."
"No way."
"Then it's no deal."
"Come on, Pete. This one is my personal slave. She's not for sale or rent."
"I'll give you an extra twenty grand." I looked at Gwen, licking my lips, considering.
"I have to have her back."
"Of course."
"Unharmed," I said firmly. "No scars, no broken limbs, no burns, nothing different than she is now."
"Absolutely."
"All right."
We shook hands, and he looked at Gwen possessively.
"I'll deliver her to your place this evening."
"Why can't I take her with me?"
"Because I have to take care of some things and talk with her before she goes."
"All right," he said reluctantly.
"Just have the check waiting for me."
He left and I went over to Gwen. She hadn't heard anything because the hood was thickly padded over her ears. I stroked her body, sliding my fingers up and down her slit. She humped up at me eagerly.
I was gonna miss the little brat.
I untied her, then had her write a letter to my father. It told him she was going to Hollywood to be a porn actress, and that she'd phone him in a month or two, and maybe come back for a visit then. She was excited since she thought she was coming to stay with me.
I had her pack some things then put a couple of suitcases in the trunk of my car. Meanwhile I fetched the tape I'd made over the past week, the tape that had Gwen fucking and sucking various guys jerking off with dildos, and dancing her lewd dances. I figured dad and mom would find it… interesting.
Then I shackled her again and sat her down.
"Peter, the guy who was here today?"
She nodded.
"He wants to buy you."
"Bu… buy me?" she asked in confusion.
"That's right. He wants to buy you as his slave girl. He offered me a great deal of money for you. I said no. However, we made a deal. You're going to stay with him for a month while I get another girl for him. Then he's going to pay me a huge amount of money and then you'll come and live with me."
"But… but I don't want to live with him, Michael," she whimpered. "I love you."
"I love you too, fuck toy, but I need the money. He's offering me over a hundred thousand dollars."
Her eyes opened wide and she mouthed the amount.
"He's incredibly rich, and lives in a big mansion. All you have to do is be his slut slave fuck toy for the month, then you can come and stay with me."
"But… but when will I see you?" she whined.
"Not for another month. But don't worry, he'll be a good master for you. You really turn him on. Just obey him like you would me, or I'll whip the shit out of you when I get you back."
She didn't like it, but she clearly didn't know how to deny me, and I didn't ask her permission. I put a rain cape over her and put her in the car then drove to Peter's mansion. He buzzed me through the gate, and I drove up the long, winding driveway.
"Some day I'll have a place like this," I said to her.
We stopped in front of the front door and I got out, then went around to the other door and pulled Gwen out. She was naked under the cape, and stepped gingerly on the pavement as I led her to the stairs, then up them to the front door.
I rang the bell and a bald guy in a butler's outfit answered.
"Uh, is Mr. Martin in?"
"This way, sir," he said.
I led Gwen in and the guy closed the door behind us then led us to a huge living-room where Peter was sitting in front of a fireplace. He stood up when we arrived.
"Ahh, I'm so glad you finally got here," he smiled. "I've been eagerly looking forward to this."
He smiled at Gwen.
I gestured towards the butler.
"Don't mind Jerome," Peter grinned. "Nothing bothers him. Does it, Jerome?"
"Nothing, sir," Jerome said, face blank. Peter removed Gwen's rain cape and sighed in delight at her lush young body.
"Is this something, Jerome?" he exulted. "Look at this? Isn't she gorgeous?"
"Yes, sir. Quite," Jerome said, face as blank as though Peter had shown him a new watch, or couch or rug.
Gwen looked a little embarrassed, but knew better than to try to hide herself as Peter groped her breasts with heavy hands. "There's your check," he said, motioning to a nearby table.
I went and picked it up, whistling at all those zeros. "Okay," I said. "Remember, nothing permanent."
"Of course," Peter said impatiently.
Gwen gave me a pitiful look as I walked away.
I waved to her, said to be good, then closed the front door behind me and drove off.
I had gotten Gwen's list of girls from her, but none really matched what Peter wanted. So I had to spend a week at the beaches and malls before spotting one that would do.
She was a doll, masses of curly red hair and a body with double D breasts and a tight little ass. She was a bit shorter than Gwen, but had a pretty face and blue eyes. She was all but falling out of a tiny bikini when I first spotted her.
Little slut, I thought.
It was fairly easy to grab her, and within a day she was spread-eagled in midair as her body tasted the various whips. I used more pain on her than I had on Gwen. Not only wasn't she my sister but she was a lot more reluctant than Gwen had been.
I used the bigger electrical machine on her too. I clamped alligator clamps to her nipples and crotch and pumped varying levels of electricity into her body, shattering her nervous system and making her almost unable to speak for hours afterwards.
For the first week she received punishment no matter what, designed to break her mind. She spent all her time bound.
She spent each evening upside down and blindfolded, listing to Gwen's voice tellin her she was a whore and a fuck toy. Each day she was hung by her wrists and whipped, then shocked.
I raped her long and often, of course, and mauled her fat, beautiful tits all the time. The first time I sodomize her I thought she would faint from shock and horror. I also did something I'd neglected to do with Gwen, teach her deep throating.
I simply chained her on her back with her head hanging over the table, then forced my cock right down her throat. I throat raped her every day for a week. She got the hang of it by then.
After that it was tricks and obedience, using the portable stun gun, the cane, and the little egg which I slipped up her ass.
In a month she was ready, a total fuck toy desperately eager to do anything and everything to please her master. I called Peter and arranged delivery, then brought Tammy over to exchange for Gwen.
I led Tammy into his mansion as I had Gwen, shackled. She wore nothing, though, since I knew Jerome was in on things. Jerome didn't even blink when he opened the door to us, just stood aside and waved us in.
We found Peter in the living room, and he was clearly pleased at the sight of Tammy.
"Oh ho!" he said gleefully, his hands immediately going to her huge breasts.
He squeezed and mashed them together, then slipped his fingers into the rings and pulled on them, making her wince.
"Looks great," he said enthusiastically.
"Glad you like it," I grinned.
He motioned Jerome over. "Take her down to her quarters, Jerome."
"Yes, sir," Jerome said in a bored monotone.
"Where's Gwen?" I asked.
Jerome led her away while Peter turned and went to a nearby table.
"Peter?"
"Uh, there's uhm, been a slight problem," he said reluctantly.
"What problem?" I demanded, moving over beside him.
"Uhm, well… uh… here."
He pushed a check into my hands. It was for a hundred grand.
"What's this for?"
"Uhm… as I said…"
"I told you I wasn't going to sell Gwen to you."
"I uh, realize that, Michael, but unfortunately… I uh, got a little carried away one night. I'm afraid she's dead."
I stared at him in shock.
"What?" I growled.
"I didn't mean it, but… well, I was using the bull whip and… I just couldn't stop. You know how these things are," he said, grinning apologetically.
My hands shot out and fastened around his throat, and I jerked him around and slammed him against the wall as he gurgled for air. I lifted him off his feet, and he choked and coughed as he tried to pull my hands free.
"Don't," he gasped. "I… erg… uhgggh."
I was going to kill him. Really I was. But he managed to get a couple of words out that I recognized.
I lowered him to the floor and loosened my grip on his throat.
"What did you say?" I snarled.
"A… alive," he coughed. "She's… alive."
"Where?!"
"D… down… stairs," he gasped.
I let go of him, throwing him back against the wall.
"Then why'd you tell me she was dead, you ass-hole?"
He massaged his throat, gasping for breath.
"I… I showed… Gwen… to a friend of mine," he coughed.
"He… wants one too. I… thought I'd… give him… Gwen."
"Where is she? I want to see her right now!"
"Look," he gasped, massaging his throat. "How about if I keep her another month while you get another girl. Then I can…"
"No," I said flatly. "If this guy wants a girl I'll get him one, but until then he does without."
Jerome returned and I glared at him.
"I'll pay you another twenty thousand," Peter said.
"No. Get her now!"
He sighed and looked at Jerome. "Go and get Gwen," he said.
Jerome nodded in his bored fashion and disappeared.
"I don't like people who lie to me, Peter."
"I didn't think you'd mind so much," he said. "I thought you'd be a bit peeved but – I mean… I didn't think you'd actually care about the little slut."
"We've known each other a long time."
Jerome returned with Gwen. She was wearing a gold collar and gold shackles. There was a foot long chain linking her ankles together, while her wrists shackles were linked together.
Her eyes widened when she saw me.
"Hello, Gwen," I grinned.
"Hello, Master," she gasped.
"I've come to take you home."
She looked at Peter, who sighed and waved his arm.
"Yes, that's right. You're leaving, slave."
"What about that other girl, Peter?"
"A blonde, big tits, young," he said. "Payment on delivery this time since you're not leaving a loaner."
"That'll be fine," I said.
I took Gwen and tried to remove the shackles to leave them behind, but couldn't get them off.
"How do I take off these shackles?"
"You don't. They're welded on," he said. "She's a slave. Slaves wear shackles."
I rolled my eyes, then led her out front and put her in my car. I draped a blanket over her to hide her from passing traffic then pulled out.
She didn't say a word until we passed through Peter's gates, then she sighed and slumped in her seat.
"Happy to be going home?" I asked.
"Yes, Master."
"Knock off the Master shit. I don't need it."
"Yes, Master. I mean, Michael."
"How was Peter?"
She trembled briefly.
"He's mean," she whispered. "He likes to hurt me. Even when I'm good he hurts me."
"But you like that."
"Sometimes," she said. "But… sometimes he… he does stuff…"
"Like?"
"He… made a dog fuck me," she squeaked barely above a whisper.
"He what?"
She blushed deeply.
"A dog?"
"A big ugly one."
"And did you cum?"
"Yes, Michael." She blushed even deeper, giving me my answer. "And he beat me a lot."
"Well, you're with me now, little fuck toy. No more beatings except when you're bad."
I drove her into my place and took her to bed. I examined her. There were plenty of marks from recent beatings, even on the soles of her feet, but there was nothing that wouldn't fade within days.
I made slow love to her, surprised at how happy I was to have her back. I ate her slit out until she sobbed with pleasure, then mounted her and fucked soft and slow, letting her slide her arms over my head as we kissed.
I was nice to her for the next several days. I liked her eager and enthusiastic, not jumpy and frightened. Then we went over hey list and she picked out a blonde she was sure would fill Peter's needs.
She helped me get the girl, and a week later I started her training. It was easier third time, and I found Gwen a surprising help once the initial beatings were done.
Over the next years I was to sell a number of girls, always carefully screening my clients, always being very selective of the girls I grabbed. It made me a lot of money, and brought both Gwen and me a lot of happiness together.
Gwen was to stay my personal sex toy, she bore me eight kids as well, six girls and two boys. The girls were raised as sex toys, of course, while the boys were taught how to treat women properly. One day they would take over the family business, after all.