Her Slave – Her Brother
By NiceNastyMann
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Brian's anticipation was growing as he watched his mistress pour the contents of the carafe she was holding...
Brian lies face up on the rough surface of the sturdy table he had built for his mistress – they are in her new dungeon, bright lights directly overhead and blinding. He has a penis gag stuffed into his mouth – not to the point of gagging but it is... uncomfortable. His wrists are secured in heavy leather cuffs, which are in turn attached to the heavy metal ring set into the table just above his head; his legs are splayed out, his ankles bound by leather cuffs and suspended from cables hung from the overhead rafters. He is exposed, defenseless – his cock, balls, ass open, unprotected - available. All this done at the behest of his mistress.
His ass is in the middle of a cutout he had made in the table surface – it's uncomfortable, the edge of the wood hard against his back; he made a mental note to pad it later. He was a toy, vulnerable to any whim that might please his mistress. He was hard, and he was eager for his mistress to use him.
The table he had built looks like a rude examination table; his head is elevated, there are straps holding him against its surface, his legs are secured and held away from his body. It's an examination table from hell – there is no comfort or thought of providing any to the person who lies on it. Its sole purpose is to hold him securely, providing maximum exposure of his most vulnerable parts, and allowing the rest of his body to be available to his mistress.
Brian is trembling from both the excitement and fear running through him; adrenaline and endorphins are wildly mixing in his system. The house belongs to him, he had bought the property specifically for this room – he and his mistress had designed this dungeon; he had built it to her specs.
She had warned him that if it was not to her expectations – she would make him suffer. That credible warning was creating the delicious bubble of cold in the pit of his stomach; he had tested everything, had triple checked her design list, the plans against his execution. Still.
Mistress was laying out items on a table next to Brian; satisfied she turned to him, a cold smile on her face...
...the first time he had seen that smile was several years ago, late at night – early morning really. Brian was home from college – his parents gone for a long summer weekend - he was lying in his bed. He thought he had the house to himself so he was naked, watching porn on his tablet with ear buds in place. The moans from the clip excited him, and the ear buds drowned out any other sounds from the house.
He had jumped when he saw her standing at the foot of the bed – her hungry eyes taking in the scene. Brian had been stroking his cock, keeping himself on the edge of orgasm for over an hour; his cock was slimy from all the pre-cum he had produced. Embarrassed at being discovered he had tried to hide the front of the tablet as well as his obvious state. She laughed at him and he froze, humiliated yet bizarrely excited.
"So whatca watching?" she had sneered down at him, hands on her hips. His older sister Brie, her hard hazel eyes behind the glasses, a huge toothy – ravenous – grin on her face. She was taller than him, athletic – broad but not fat in the shoulders and hips. Curvy, voluptuous; but not cuddly.
She strode in and snatched the tablet from Brian's hands, ripping the ear bud cord out from its jack. The sound of the video he'd been watching filled the room; a submissive male pleading, begging his mistress for more, then thanking her as she smacked a riding crop into his balls. Brie's grin had turned predatory as she glanced up from the tablet inspecting her brother's naked body. "Shame you don't have anything close to the equipment this guy has" she pointedly observed.
Brian squirmed – he tried to cover himself but with one icy glare from his sister he froze. She stopped the video – her fingers busy with his tablet. She looked back at him over the device – the glow from the screen highlighting her face, making it harsher looking. "Your browser history is interesting. I actually approve of your tastes by the way - dear brother" she said that last sarcastically, adding "since I find the idea of having a useless, helpless male to toy with the perfect entertainment."
He watched his sister turn her head around, surveying the room. Seeing the old kitchen table he used as a combination desk and hobby table she paused – nodding to herself. "Yes, that would do. Up on that table Brian – let's take care of your problem, shall we?" Brie pointed to the top of the table and Brian gulped, then fumbled around getting up off the bed. He stumbled over to the table – at first putting his hands out to hide and protect his cock but Brie slapped them away – he stopped, standing, not sure what she wanted him to do. "Get your ass up there – on your knees. Where do you keep your ties?"
"In – in the closet. Sis" Brian began, standing stooped shouldered, red faced and humiliated. "This is going too far, mom and dad may show up – besides – this is just weird..." he trailed off as Brie stopped, looked him full in the face. "Uhm, I, uh, I mean..."
Brie scowled at him and all resistance died from Brian. He stood there, head down, hands idly at his side. Even his erection wilted – his cock shrinking, flaccid. "What? A whole five inches Brian? And now look – pffft all gone. Pathetic. Where. Are. Your. Ties?"
Brian wordless pointed to his closet. Brie found the overhead lights and turned them on, watched her brother stand there blinking. She chuckled and went to the closet, opened the door. She found several of his ties, cheap grungy things – so typical she mused to herself. She turned around to face him barking out "Well? Get up onto that table bitch."
Brie had always dominated Brian, and he simply accepted it. All her teasing, her sometimes cutting remarks, her occasionally just being mean – Brian would just – well, nothing. He adored her, she had known that since they were small. Just lately, as they had reached adulthood – that adoring, well, set off ideas in her mind. And since their parents were gone for at least the next four days, she had lots of interesting things she wanted to try...
Brian had gotten himself up onto the table top, and was kneeling upright as he had been ordered to. He had watched as his sister got his pitiful collection of ties out of his closet, then looked down as she turned and walked back towards him. He had thought she'd be out all night with some of her friends, and Brie was still dressed in a shortish denim skirt and tank top. She had on a pair of ankle high boots and at the moment Brian thought she looked – hot. Sexy. His cock began to rise and he felt a wave of horror at his reaction mixed with humiliation from his state – all interleaved with an intense desire for his sister - wash over him.
Brie stopped to stand in front of Brian. She had stared into his eyes for several moments, then slowly looked down his body, her eyes ending at his cock. She judged it for some moments, then reached with thumb and forefinger and gave it a flick causing it to bounce up then back down. "You have a choice bitch. I can leave – walk right out that door. We'll never ever say another word about me finding you like this. This just - never happened. Or." She wrapped her hand around his ball sack, just under his cock. She squeezed – her other hand resting on his chest, her eyes returned to bore into his. "Or I can play with my new toy. All weekend long. But on my terms toy boi, my games, my rules. Wanna play? Be your big sisters little bitch?" She pinched his nipple hard and gave his ball sack a firm jerk downwards.
Brian had gasped then, he felt – he had no words as to how he felt. His sister – he realized he didn't care about that – really it being his sister just got him hotter; he nodded his head, stammered out a weak "Yes – god yes – whatever you want Brie..."
Brie slapped him on the face. "Mistress. Bitch – that's what you call me from now on when we are alone. Now straighten up, arms behind you." Brie walked behind him and used a tie to bind Brian's elbows together, a second to tie his wrists. She leaned into his ear and said quietly "Now stay here while I get some things. Don't wander off." Laughing she walked away then left his room.
Brian had watched his sister leave his room, and it took a while before she came back. Long enough that Brian started to have doubts – began to think this was another of Brie's nasty jokes. He had started to get cold, this would be just like her he thought...
Brie eventually returned to her brother's bedroom. Good, the submissive shit was still kneeling on that old kitchen table; a real man would have got down, got himself out of the ties she had binding him – fuck she didn't even have them on that tightly. She grinned nastily – he really wanted this. Well then.
She set the items down in front of her new toy. A bowl of ice, clothes pins, some binder clips. She found boot laces in a drawer in the kitchen, as well as a few old birthday candles. A large wooden spoon – she liked the heaviness of the thing. She also had a couple of bottles of beer – for herself – and three other regular candles. No lube – but she did find an old container of Vaseline. Good enough for what she had planned. She thought about using one of the candles in her new toys ass –licked her lips – delicious idea. And a juice glass – she picked that up and brought it to eye level.
"Can you guess what this is for?" Brian had shaken his head. "Well bitch, I figure you have no control over yourself. So when you cum – it all goes into here. I figure you're good for several loads over the next couple of hours." She smiled at him, ran the fingers of her free hand down his chest, then along his belly. His cock twitched. She liked that – her control over him. "And then I want to watch you drink it all down. Lick the glass clean. Then tomorrow – and Sunday – we do the same thing all over again."
Brian had looked at her, then dropped his eyes downward. He'd guessed that was what the glass was for, she'd use it to humiliate him. He also knew he'd drink it – his semen – because his sister – no dammit his mistress – would tell him to. Her laugh was like a cold wind blowing against his naked flesh and he had shivered...
...as he was doing now. His mistress finishes pouring the contents of the carafe into the enema bag she's holding. She smirks at him, saying "There – good job by the way slave. Between the two of us" she gives the bag a little shake, Brian hears the sodden gurgle and he feels his asshole twitch involuntarily. Brie continues "We have just about a quart here. And some new devices to try on my toy in my new dungeon."
Brie had earlier insisted that Brian drink a large quantity of water before they entered the old fallout shelter. Brian had found the house looking for a flip – the fallout shelter was the reason he bought it. The entrance to it was in the basement, and Brie had made Brian remove his clothes before walking through the old blast door and entering her new domain. The chill of the room quickly got to him and he had to pee almost from the time they entered. The cold, the fear of what was to happen. His cock shrank, his balls had tried to hide in his belly.
The room wasn't very large, it was a combination of concrete block and poured concrete; there was a large room with a shower and toilet at the far end. The toilet was Brian had cleaned it up, added lighting as well as other items Brie had suggested for her convenience. The sight of the toilet had caused his bladder to send a frenzied signal to him – go. Now. He bit down, controlling himself.
Brie had her brother climb onto the new table he had built, after he was seated she bound his wrists to rings set into the wood above his head. Once his arms were secured she wrapped leather cuffs around his ankles, attaching each to the new overhead winch system she had specified. Each ankle was clipped to a cable, and when she used the system winches lifted his legs up and splayed them out from his torso. She could have lifted him from the table but didn't, she cut off the winches just before.
Giggling meanly she turned and left, killing the lights before she exited, plunging Brian into the dark. He clenched his groin muscles – shook his legs – anything to take the pressure off his bladder...
She returned a while later – this time dressed more appropriately. Brie was wearing a tight latex top, with matching suspender stockings. The top was shiny, black and looked as if it had been painted on; her pussy and ass were exposed – perfect for teasing her little sub.
She turned the lights back on and smiled as she watched her slave blink – good - the lights were circled just above him, harsh and bright.
Brie had taken a crystal wine carafe off a shelf and walked between her brothers wide open legs. She held it just under her pussy and said "It's a little chilly here slave, I really need to piss." She'd been holding it just for this moment – her hot yellow stream jetted into the wide mouth of the carafe and she knew his eyes were locked on the scene. She held the carafe so her stream hit the side of the wide funnel shaped mouth, her piss spreading out on the surface of the class container then filling the bottom of it. The cool glass began to warm from her urine.
Finished, Brian intently watching as the last few drops of his mistresses nectar dripped down to the inside curve of the carafe. His bladder felt like pins were being pushed into it. Brie lifted the carafe away from herself and places it where he could see it – the lights glinting off the sides of the crystal. She picked up a penis gag – wiped it in the folds of her pussy – then told him "Open wide." It slide effortlessly between Brian's lips and she watched him greedily suck on it as she adjusted the strap around his head. The gag has a tube running through it – she grinned to herself anticipating what she planned to use that for.
Next she picked the carafe up, brought it between her brothers wide open legs. "Now slut, I need you to finish filling this." She placed it so his cock rested on the interior surface of the carafe, lying in the remains of her piss and she said harshly "I don't have all morning. Since I will be plugging your piss hole..."
Brian closed his eyes, relaxed and allowed his piss to flow from his bladder. Oh god he thought – almost as good as coming. He felt the hot liquid stream from his cock, the palpable relief from his voiding bladder and so he reopened his eyes – his mistress holding the carafe, his lighter colored piss jetting into it, mixing in with her darker colored champagne – he knew what she planned and felt a quick rush of excitement.
Brie licked her lips in anticipation. The filthiness of what she was going to do, the degrading act she was going to perform on him, his welcoming it filled her with heated expectation. It was a tossup as to which of the pair was the biggest pervert – then neither of them really cared – not since that fateful night not so long ago...
...she had laughed, feeling deliciously wild. Her own brother – kneeling naked, exposed on the table in front of her. He wanted her to use him, abuse him– that thought had brought a cruel smile to her face. Her fantasy was going to be realized – payback, revenge in a way – all those jerks who thought she'd put her lips around their dirty cocks, to have her mouth violated with their foul stinking semen. Oh no – this was going to be fun. Her brother was going to pay for all the comments, the unclean perverted pawing's she'd endured from the few dates she had deigned to go on. She had wanted – what? Love? Consideration? Respect! She felt loathing at what the few males she had gone out with truly wanted – the expectation she was to meekly and happily receive their 'seed'.
Brie stopped to regard her brother thoughtfully – last chance she thought to herself, there's no turning back once she goes over this line. There was that faint 'don't do this' voice in the back of her head, but it was fading the more she looked at his naked body. His submissive posture, his sex so available, defenseless and exposed to anything she might want to do – really she rationalized, if not her then it would just be someone else. She could sense that need within him, she always did know that about him – he was born as prey, he knew it; tonight he obviously needed to be taken.
Brie had smiled at her brother like a she-wolf ready to seize her kill. She then sexily – tauntingly – lifted her denim skirt up while turning around, pushing her ass out teasing him. She pulled her panties down over her hips and then worked them off like the stripper she had seen earlier in the evening. Her brother stared bug eyed at her, his small cock fully erect – she wadded her panties up and shoved them into his mouth. He closed his eyes and his cock throbbed so...
"You like the taste of your sisters cunt, huh bitch?" Brie's voice had dripped sarcasm as she watched her brother suck on his impromptu gag; time to begin. Brie picked out a boot lace from the pile of stuff on the table, looping it around her brother's ball sack, just below his cock. She wasn't sure how tight she could do this – but she'd seen pictures on the web – videos too. She had enjoyed those videos – those weak men submitting to those woman. In that she and her brother had the same tastes – well, he wanted to be the bottom while she craved the ability to give the gift of pain.
When she finished Brian's ball sack was tight, his testicles displayed very nicely – "Your balls look so tasty brother dear. So ready to be spanked, paddled, abused. Do you want me to hurt your precious little jewels? Brother? Slave? Beg." That last two words she had worked over her tongue, enjoying the sound, the glorious feel of them exiting her mouth.
Brie had watched her brother nod his head yes, listened to his muffled pleas, then picked up the heavy wooden spoon. She brought it up to his eyes and chuckled, then starting from his lower lip slowly ran the heavy bowl end down his body. Brian's eyes closed and he sighed when she reached his belly – his cock had begun to drool pre-cum from its tip. She had tapped it against his cock and felt a thrill run up her back as his small dick twitched in response, and a thicker rope of clear liquid dribbled from the head of it. She gathered it in a finger, then rubbed it on his upper lip. Brian had moaned then, thrusting his cock forward, his eyes pleading. She felt that familiar tingle in her clit...
Her date that evening had set her up to be embarrassed. They were out with a group of people at a bar, he suggested this new gentleman's club that had just opened up. The other girls were curious so they went. He had been pressuring her for weeks to have sex with him, she had been refusing. The jerk – the fucking pig – paid for one of the dancers to give her a lap dance!
She had stormed out, got a cab, came home. She wondered who was home, and saw Brian in his bed stroking his cock, watching porn. She had a focus for her anger, a way to expunge the pain, the humiliation.
She ran the spoon along his balls, tracing the outline of each one - they showed so distinctly under the tight skin. Brie let the spoon angle downwards – watched her brothers cock twitch and jerk – then gave the underside of Brian's balls a smart smack with the heavy end of the spoon.
Brian had lurched upright, groaning, his face a tight grimace of sudden pain. Brie felt a heat of lust flow from her cunt outward – she used that word to describe her sex as well as herself – she struck her brothers tied up balls with the spoon again. Her cunt clenched – his groans around the now sodden cloth of her soiled panties louder – his head pulled back he had thrust his hard cock towards her...
She had hit them a third time with the wooden spoon and he howled around the impromptu gag – she gave them another wild blow then Brian began to shake and his cock twitched and jerked and he lunged his head and torso forward - Brie had watched transfixed as a huge jet of white viscous cum erupted from his cock – landing on the table top just in front of her brother. Another jet followed the first and she reached with her free hand for his hair – grabbing a solid handful and held it tight as he spurted again and again, finishing his orgasm.
Brian's shuddering flowed through his sisters arm, and it seemed to her the movement was transferred straight to her clit. Her cunt felt full, hot – she realized that she was close to coming herself – her brother had become limp so she dragged him down by his hair to his side. His face had landed in the hot white puddle he had just created and she moaned; Brie yanked her panties out of his mouth and unbidden his tongue snaked out from between his lips, and she watched as Brian began to lap up his cum from the surface of the table.
The sight of her submissive brother's face in his own semen, his tongue lazily licking up his own sperm, the gratified look on his face had sent Brie over the edge into a shattering orgasm. It had felt as if a sun went nova inside her – hot, clean – cleansing...
...Brie poured the contents of the carafe into the enema bag. She looked at her slave, said "Ready?" and he nodded eagerly.
Brie hangs the clear bag from a hook above her brother – there's a short clear silicone hose dangling from the outlet at its base. The middle of the hose is clamped, the lower end connected to a flow meter and a nylon Y junction. The junction allows for two more lengths of clear tubing. One tube, the shorter, Brie connects to the tip protruding from the penis gag in her brother's mouth. "There slut, I know you get so thirsty when we play our little games." Brie adds a roller clamp to the middle of the tube. "Don't want to have all that hot stinking piss go into your mouth, now do we?" She pats his cheek saying "I want almost all of it in your dirty slutty ass."
On the other tube she adds another clamp, and inspects the nozzle. The bulbous end of the nozzle is large – the shaft is long and has bumps and ridges along its length. Brie inserts the tube into the end and lets it hang between her brothers legs.
Brie dons a pair of black nitrile gloves – she keeps her eyes locked on Brian's as she stretches them over her hands. "Well bitch, you did a good job with this play room – and I'm going to reward you." She laughs, slapping the back of one hand against his balls. Brian jumps, then sighs around the gag.
Brie lubes the first two fingers of her hand – then roughly shoves them into her slave's asshole. There was a token resistance, she felt her brother clenching down on his anal ring as the tips of her two fingers enter his bowel. She wraps the fingers of her free hand around his balls and squeezes – Brian groans and relaxes. Brie's fingers sink to the knuckle. "Feeling a little feisty bitch?" Brie asks him as she gives his balls another squeeze, twisting them from side to side, then releases them.
She works her fingers around his butt hole feeling his ass loosen; then fucks him by thrusting them in and jerking them out – twisting her hand on the last few strokes so as to make sure she runs her hooked fingertips over his prostate. Pulling her fingers out with a liquid plop, Brie liberally lubes the nozzle, leaving it on his belly - the hard black nylon glistening in the bright light. Brie opens the upper clamp, adjusts the other two allowing a column of yellow liquid to flow down from the bag and into the tubes. Brian's eyes are locked on the apparatus – his attention split between the hose leading into his mouth, the other to the nozzle lying on his stomach.
Brie makes sure all the air is voided from the tubes, then shuts the two lower clamps. "Here it comes slut." She grins nastily at her brother as she picks up the nozzle and slowly inserts it into his ass. Brian has grown to enjoy his ass getting fucked by his sister – they had accumulated a fair number of toys for her to use on him. It's a shame Brie reflects – she'd rather have him hate it – the humiliation of the act, the being made to submit, the hint of homosexuality. She had always hoped for the shocked 'no no, not my ass' response from him – oh well, can't have everything.
Needing to humiliate her slave Brie said "Enjoying that? Such a shame you know. This nozzle is bigger than you are. You really don't have much to offer a girl – I guess that's one reason you prefer to be my little bitch." She smiles sweetly at Brian. "Well, some day you'll find a girl who doesn't care."
She looks thoughtful for a second, then adds "Likely because she'll be getting boned by a bunch of huge hung black dudes. Poor girl will need the rest." She knew he was sensitive about his cock – he was just under average in terms of size; worse he was a 'grower', when flaccid only a small stub of his shaft peeked out from his body. And he wasn't blessed with girth either. A nice cock, but no monster.
"I'm sure she'll throw you a mercy fuck once in a while, feeling sorry because of your handicap and all. Oh she'll tell you size doesn't matter." Brie gives the nozzle a quick shove in, adding "Shorty."
Brie stroked the nozzle in and out of Brian's willing ass – twisting it one side then the other – finally seating it deeply into his bowel. To be fair she reflected, she did like fucking her brother's ass. It was just galling that he also enjoyed it. She set the first line to drip the still warm piss into his mouth through the plug; satisfied she pulled the clip off the second line and let the fluid flow into his ass.
Brie removes the gloves – tossing them onto Brian's chest – puts on a fresh pair. She picks up a tube of surgical lube and a penis plug from the table and looks at her brother. "I told you I'd be plugging that cock of yours slut. No cumming for you – well, maybe as a special treat later." She coats the plug with the lube, then squirts a large glob of it on the head of his cock. She put the lube back on the table and slowly inserts the plug into his urethra, until the ring on the end touches the surface of his glans.
Brie's aroused, she's hungering for her first orgasm of the evening. The special one, the one she'd promised herself for days. The one she had that night Brian became her slave – the first time she beat his balls – as she savored his humiliation and pain and pleasure – watching him wallow in his degradation. She thought of that orgasm as pure, clean, almost mystical. And she would have it, very soon now.
Brian watched his mistress as she inserted the stainless steel plug into this cock. It felt wonderful, he loved the feel of it being inserted into his urethra – hell he loved everything Brie did to him. He relished the dribble of piss she had allowed to enter his mouth – he sucked on the head of the rubber cock, ran his tongue around it – in some of his daydreams Brie had a cock as well as a pussy and he would worship both. He'd had a thing about watching women using strap on dildo's on men since he started looking at porn; having his sister do it to him was literally a dream come true. He often drifted to sleep at night now that they lived together, her hard cock deep into his ass, her tits pressed against his back.
The still warm urine was filling his ass, flowing into his bowels. The dirtiness of it, the intimacy of his mistress's champagne flowing into him, the humiliation of her recycling his own waste into his belly aroused the hell out of him. He knew his sister needed to hurt his cock, his balls; that was okay as he needed it too. Cock and ball torture had roused him when he first saw it – it was what he was watching the night he first submitted to his mistress. He had been on the edge of orgasm for so long that night, when his sister used that spoon on his balls and he had that orgasm – he was hooked. He looked at the enema bag, not much left inside it. Soon he thought, very soon. He moaned around the gag between his lips in anticipation.
He had seen Brie pick up something from the table, he felt her wrap the heavy metal ring around his ball sack – it had projections pointing inward – and they dug so pleasurably into his skin. The weight of the ring pulling his balls down, stretching his sack. He wanted the pain, the feeling that his cock and balls belonged to his mistress, her taking control. They had two of the rings – on one the metal studs were blunt. This was the second one – the points were sharp – and his sister had adjusted them so they dug deeper into his flesh. One day she'd be leaving him bleeding and he knew he'd welcome that.
Brie walked around him and he shivered watching her. The latex top and suspendered stockings were new and it excited him to see his mistress dressed like that; the latex formed like a second skin around her tits displaying them. Her pussy and bottom were framed, he hungered to touch, taste, worship them, take his place at her feet – Brian knew that would come later, for now he needed to receive her gift of pain...
Brie selects a flogger from the rack Brian had carefully attached to the wall. She tests the heft of it, a crooked smile on her face as she turns back to face Brian. "You seem cold slut – I should warm you up a little." She trails the lashes down his body – starting at his chest, down his belly and finishes by stroking his shaft with them. Brie leans over, her lips in Brian's ear saying to him softly "Brother, I want to come." Brie strokes his cock with the flogger and continues "I really need it so badly. I've waited a long time to come. Are you ready to help me?"
Brian closes his eyes and nods. Brie sighs into his ear then rises, bringing the flogger up over her head. She slashes it down, striking his chest with it – the lashes leave ugly red marks on her brother's body. "My god" Brie tells him "That felt so - good slave."
Brie felt the initial tingle in her cunt – her clit starts to feel warm, she senses her cunt lips getting moist – she slashes down at her brother's chest again – he moans, thrusts his cock upwards. Brie feels a desire to touch herself but fights it – no she does not want to ruin things; besides her brother will be lapping at her cunt later this evening, she promised herself that treat.
She works the flogger down his belly – stopping before the tails from the lash reach his cock. God this feels so fucking good Brie thinks to herself, but she needs more – a lot more. Brie turns to the wall and hangs up the flogger, next selecting a rattan cane. Brian's eyes go wide – he tries to plead around the plug in his mouth but Brie just turns to face him. She holds it in her one hand, caressing the slim shaft with her other. "Shhh slut. I need this. Be still, I'll be right back."
Brian shakes his head side to side but Brie walks over to the end of her new dungeon. The click - click of her heels on the cold concrete floor echoed in the small chamber. He could hear water running – he knew his sister was soaking the rattan – this was going to hurt. He hated that cane. He heard her walk back to him, saw her come into his view – she passes by him, her fingers touching, trailing along his body. Reaching the cables holding his legs out, Brie turns and faces him from between his outstretched legs. He renews his pleading with her but the gag in his mouth only allows muffled sounds to escape from around it.
Brie feels his panic as a lovers caress along her cunt lips. It thrills her, her cunt feels full, her walls are clenching, her clit's erect, hot – she traces a line with the cane from her brothers throbbing cock down one thigh and stops by his knee, a thin line of moisture from the canes surface left on his skin showing the path the rattan had taken. "Brother – shhhh. I need this, you know that." With her free hand she slowly, gently strokes his belly. "Give me permission to hurt you. I'll do your balls last." Brian trembles, he's moaning. "And as a treat, I'll let you come. Later. On my feet – I'll let you cum on my toes, then you can lick them clean." Brie hadn't let Brian cum for weeks – she was saving it for tonight. He was a good slave that way she reflected.
"But you have to give me permission. Can I hurt you?" Brie ran the fingertips of her free hand along her brother's cock, she ended by cupping his balls. She rarely touched his sex – and he felt an overwhelming need to acquiesce, submit; to prove his love by allowing her this. He slowly nods his head up and down – she smiles gratefully at him. "Thank you brother." Brian's sister leans carefully over, tenderly kisses his belly and Brian moans, leaning his head as far back as he can.
Brian's agreement was like a finger sliding along her clit – Brie stands back, raising the cane – "Turn your feet out brother – I want your inner thighs." Brian does – and his mistress brings the flexible rattan slashing down onto the tender skin of his right thigh, above the knee.
Brian's eyes go wide – he feels as if his thigh was on fire – tears are in the corner of his eyes. Brie raises her arm – another blow – this time it's his left leg... He howls around the penis plug in his mouth, the initial shock over and the pain exploding into his body. Brie works methodically up each of her brother's thighs, striking the sensitive flesh a total of six times on each of his legs with the rattan. On either thigh the last magnificent strike is just inches from his cock and balls; both times she luxuriated in the fearful look she received from Brian – he eyes wide open, the whites of each eye displayed, his mouth trembling, his body shaking equally from the pain and the terror he held of his sister deciding to go that extra step and ruin him by using the cane on his balls.
Brie was sorely tempted, but not yet she decided. Someday though, maybe. The thought of using the cane on his balls, the welts he would have on his ball sack, the screams she'd be treated to... Delicious. Besides she had been treated to watching the heavy metal ring dance up and down his ball sack as he writhed and twisted – Brian would try to lift himself up off the table, only to have his body crash down onto the table top. Each time he landed the ring bounced down onto his balls, adding more pain to his ordeal.
Brian's thighs had angry red welts where the cane struck, he would have bruises she thought. And smiled dreamily at that idea. She caressed his cock as she watched him collect himself; she was so wet, so hot, so close to coming. Her cunt ached to be filled, well that will come later she promised herself. She had recently bought the larger Feeldoe model, she would be using it tonight on Brian. But first things first. And punishing his balls will be the final act that will send her over the edge into that sweet orgasm; but she had a plan, one she thought would provide an even higher level of ecstasy.
The cane put back in place Brie selected two parcels from the table next to where her slave brother was lying whimpering. Each parcel was composed of clothespins, each one connected to another by a length of string. Starting on his right chest Brie attached each of the clothespins in turn; the first line ending on his belly just above his cock. There was a length of string attached to the final pin – she left it in a loop between his navel and his cock. Brian had stopped whimpering, instead he'd been quietly moaning, and the sound he made sent tiny shivers of pleasure down her spine. She had left the first clothespin unattached, and she lifted it off his chest, slowly allowing the wooden jaws to clamp onto his nipple. Brian brought in a sharp, loud gasp – Brie's clit twitched and throbbed hearing him react.
Brie attached the second string of clothespins, starting from Brian's left chest and working down in parallel with the first. He was moaning loudly, his bowls were cramping from the enema; his body had welts and bruises from both the flogging and the caning. Brie studies her brother's body, takes in the beauty from the stripes and markings marring his skin - she feels a savage joy with what she did to him.
The clothespins were sharp individual points of pain along his chest and abdomen – she saw beads of sweat on his forehead. She thought those droplets matched the fire and wetness of her cunt; she could feel moisture dripping from her lips, running down her thigh. God she was so close to giving in – to rub her cunt with her hand, use the handle of one of the various paddles or canes hanging on the wall and wildly fuck herself. It would feel so good to fill her aching empty cunt – but not yet. Later.
The last pin in place on Brian's other nipple Brie selects the paddle. It's long, and shaped like a spoon at the one end. But it doesn't have a bowl at that end, instead it's thick, heavy. Brie removes it from the rack, takes a measure of its heft and feels a hot electric thrill jolt down her arm to her cunt. She moans with the pleasure, turns to her brother and leans over again placing her lips against his ear.
Brie breathes "I want to finish, I'm so close slut. I need to punish your balls, hurt them. May I brother?" She caresses his face with her free hand. He quickly, jerkily nods his permission, his act one of total submission to her. She kisses him on his forehead, then says huskily "Thank you slave."
Brie walks back between his legs – her cunt lips are sliding along each other – driving her need; she almost touched herself, just a little bit, her clit was so hot. It's throbbing, it feels huge, distended and so hard. She stands between his outstretched legs and smiles down at him. His eyes lock into hers, and Brian nods to his sister again.
As Brie brings her arm back Brian clenches his ass muscles, pulling his legs as far apart as he can, trying to present himself to his mistress. She holds her arm cocked back, feeling the moment, the crescendo about to happen; the fire stoked in her cunt pushes her and she brings the paddle hard onto her brother's balls.
Her orgasm so close, she's on the cusp, his howling around the plug in his mouth like sweet music – another blow; so close now – he's writhing in pain... she rips up on the first zip line and Brian freezes – his eyes bug out, his face so red to almost be purple – then he screams...
Brie's consciousness is solely focused on the pain tearing through her brother's body. Her cunt blazing, her clit screaming its need to be licked, caressed, rubbed, whipped – it throbs so much... Brie hits the underside of his balls with the paddle and another sweet wonderful shriek rips through Brian's lips around the penis plug... She had planned that one so his balls would be caught between the ring around his sack and the paddle – the compression they went through had to been excruciating. Panting hard Brie rips the second zip line off her brother's hurt and tormented body and as he convulses in agony the orgasm she so desperately needs smashes through her body – twitching, shaking she drops the paddle, slumping down onto the floor as she rides the crackling jolts of pleasure that surge through her body, causing her to lose control... she cries out, writhing on the cold concreate floor, her stomach muscles jerking, causing her to jackknife again and again.
The world goes momentarily black. Brie dreams she's resting on the surface of a calm warm sea, she floats serene, peaceful. Soon she'll have to release Brian, allow him to void his bowels; get him clean and presentable for her bed. That subsequently Brian will hang her latex outfit up, draw her bath and bathe her, brush her hair, and take care of her.
Afterwards they would go to bed where she will reward him by gently, fuck him with her strapless cock; the bulbous end finally filling that void in her cunt, the vibrator sending her into even more orgasms while she fills her brother's ass.
Then when she was spent she'd allow her brother to kiss and lick her feet, to pleasure himself and cum on her toes, and she'd fall asleep with his tongue cleaning his hot cream off them. But for now, for just a few moments more she needs to rest and enjoy listening to her brothers quiet sobbing...