Summer Project
Copyright© 2000 by T.S. Fesseln
Chapter 25
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 25 - A stepbrother begins to live his dream of having his stepsister as a slave while their parents are away on vacation.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Brother Sister BDSM MaleDom Rough Humiliation Interracial White Couple Oriental Female Oral Sex Masturbation
'Are you ready to be a good slave' blared through Stephanie's head like an air horn, making her jump in her bonds.
Stephanie hadn't heard the stranger come down the stairs, but she also admitted to herself that her thoughts were on other things such as what her captor would do to her when he finally returned.
Now she would find out.
Stephanie nodded her head as much as she could. The wrapping the sealed her gagged lips also welded her head to the rope that suspended her. She was tired, afraid and hungry. The highs of her orgasm had already faded and the ghosts that remained were banished by the thoughts of her punishment.
"That is excellent," the metallic voice said.
Stephanie felt a tap above her sex.
The bound girl thrust herself out as much as she possibly could. Hanging as she was, with her legs spread wide, it took some effort but she arched herself up.
His finger slowly caressed around her petals, teasing at them.
"Do you enjoy this, slave?"
The girl nodded again. She hated herself for saying so. It felt so sinful yet she craved more.
His fingers touched the clamp still fastened onto her clit. With its rubber tips, it was just tight enough not to slip off. He flicked at the string that ran from it to the ceiling, eliciting a moan from Stephanie.
The blonde felt him pinch the clamp open, causing a slight flush of pain as the numbness swiftly vanished. Gently, the stranger caressed her sore clit, sending bolts of both pleasure and pain rushing through her.
"Do you enjoy being a fuck toy, slave?" the metallic voice asked.
Stephanie nodded, flushing red from embarrassment. A large part of her did enjoy being the object of so much sexual attention. She had never climaxed so much. Stephanie didn't think it was possible. She had made it her escape and lusted after each and every orgasm.
The stranger brushed his finger under her nose, letting her smell her own arousal. Stephanie could feel another orgasm building up inside of her like a slow head of steam.
The blonde felt the jaws of a clamp releasing first one of her tender nipples and then the other.
Stephanie yelped into her gag as she felt something ice-cold spread over her aching nipple, spending another jolt of pain and pleasure through her. He massaged the warmth back into it before repeating the same to the other.
Jeffery noticed that his step-sister's hips were beginning to rock. With every touch, she seemed to moan louder. He dabbed a generous dollop of the chilled KY onto his finger and smeared it over her swollen clit.
The bound woman bucked in her restraints, screaming into her gag as Jeffery rubbed the gel over her sex.
"Do not cum, slave."
Stephanie screamed her irritation at the stranger. The shock of the cold against her red-hot bud scorched through her and threatened to engulf her at any second.
Then the stranger stopped touching her.
The bound blonde screamed into her gag, begging him to release her.
"Do you want to cum, slave?"
Stephanie nodded, whimpering as loudly as she could.
"Will you be a good slave?" the stranger asked, "Obedient in everything I wish from you?"
Again, Stephanie nodded. All she could think about was the moment.
Nothing happened.
The young blonde squirmed in her ropes, thrusting herself out for the stranger to touch her.
Still, nothing happened.
"You can cum now slave," he said.
Stephanie mewled into her gag as she strained against her bonds. She was so close yet bound as she was with her legs spread wide apart, she could do nothing to relieve herself. The stranger still hadn't touched her.
Jeffery watched her, his cock starting to ache with desire. He wanted to thrust himself into her and fuck her violently, but he didn't. Instead, he walked away and climbed the stairs out of the basement. She needed to be left alone with her thoughts in the cool of the basement. Besides, he needed to check his e-mail to see if Michelle had gotten out of her predicament.
He could imagine the Chinese girl still trying to get at her keys, the vibrator causing her to cum over and over again so she couldn't get to them. Eventually, she would exhaust herself and the batteries within the vibe would wear out enough so that Michelle could focus on escaping. He wished he could have set up a recorder there, but he couldn't. But he had a few stills he had taken with his cell phone before taking her blindfold off and he had his imagination. Those would have to do.
Checking his e-mail, Jeffery didn't see any notes from Michelle. It was still early. He wouldn't become concerned for another hour or so.
Striping, he went to his closet and got a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt and went across the hall to take a shower.
In the basement, Stephanie realized that she was alone again. At least, that is what it felt like. The need was still there, simmering inside and wanting to boil over, but there was no way she could satisfy herself. He told her she could cum but he wasn't doing anything to help her to do so. Frustrated and horny, all she could do was dangle there and await his return.
Refreshed from his shower, Jeff re-checked his e-mail before going down into the basement to torment his step-sister some more. He figured she should have cooled down a bit and would need a little more attention.
His step-sister had stopped squirming. Stephanie was hanging in her bondage ready for him to begin his teasing again.
Without a word, Jeffery gently pinched her nipples and Steph moaned in response. He massaged and pinched both nips, watching her glistening body respond. Her hips began to rock again and her moans were louder and longer. Jeffery was sure that he had reignited her desire.
Then Jeff stopped.
Stephanie moaned her protests again, but they didn't stop Jeffery from going back upstairs to do some household chores. Dinner needed to be started and other things like the plants needed to be attended to. Every half hour or so, Jeff checked his e-mail. To his relief, there was a simple note from Michelle telling him that she had escaped and please don't send those pictures out. He wrote a quick response and downloaded one of the pictures from his cell phone and attached it to the response before sending it to her. That should illustrate to her that he did indeed have pictures and wasn't afraid of using them.
Jeffery continued to tease and titillate his sister, going downstairs and caressing her to a certain point and leaving her dangling. It must be hell for her, he thought, but the point being that he was in control and she had to adapt to his schedule. At one point, he found a puddle beneath her on the cement floor. She had relieved herself. Jeff quietly cleaned up the mess before taking a warm washcloth to her, touching her as little as possible to make sure she didn't cum.
Finally, dinner was nearly done and he was ready to give her what she wanted.
Stephanie was nearly out of her mind. The stranger had been torturing her for an eternity. It wasn't the painful branding iron and whip type torture but one that was nearly as bad. All she wanted to do is to please him so she could get pleased back.
The bound girl felt her captor position himself between her legs. His warm hands grasped her hips as he pulled her forward onto himself. She felt him fill her as he began to impale her. His slow thrusts soon quickened. Soon, he was fucking her violently and her wanton pressures continued to build and build until they burst inside her, filling her with pure white-hot bliss.
Stephanie was engulfed again and again with plumes of ecstasy as he continued to pump her. Then, with one big shove, he pushed himself fully inside her and held himself there as he filled her with his cum.
The stranger held himself there as Stephanie tried to milk as much of him as she could, bearing down on him until he withdrew from her.
The blonde was exhausted. She could feel the beads of perspiration trickling off of her as she hung limp in her bonds; catching her breath. Stephanie had never felt so joyfully satisfied in her life. She didn't care that she was in reality being raped. The pleasure of the moment far eclipsed the horrors she had endured to get there.
As her rapture subsided, Stephanie realized that she was alone again, dangling in some lust-filled limbo that she could not escape from.
Jeff gathered up his clothes and went upstairs for another shower. He was drained. Dinner could wait a bit. It wasn't going to burn or get cold. He needed to freshen himself before getting Steph ready to come upstairs.
After a brief, hot shower, Jeffery picked out an outfit from his mother's closet; a white lace corset with matching thong and a pair of white thigh-high stockings. Stephanie did have in her closet a pair of ivory pumps that would go perfectly with the outfit. He also picked out of his parent's armoire a set of four cuffs, a 'Y' shaped length of chain and some small padlocks.
Going down to the basement, Jeffery thought his step-sister looked like a marionette hung-up after a show. She gave a muffled grunt as Jeff untied her one ankle and let it drop to the ground. He did the same for her other one. It had been a long time since his sister had actually stood and he could see her legs were a bit shaky. He undid the rest of her bondage save for the rope harness as she stood wondering what was next.
It took Stephanie a bit to get the circulation back into her legs and her captor let her stretch before she felt the familiar tug on her lead. She followed blindly, taking one cautionary step at a time until they both reached the stairway. She felt him grab her and hoist her over his shoulder as he had several times before. This time, she did not struggle but went limp like a rag doll as he carried her up the flight of stairs and onto the main level of the house. He paused only briefly before continuing upstairs and into her parent's bathroom.
Standing on the cool tile, Stephanie felt her lead being pulled upward and hooked somewhere. She then felt his fingers work at her knots and buckles until she was nearly unfettered. Even her gag was removed. Stephanie thought she would never get rid of the tang of rubber that seemed to permeate her mouth. The only bindings left on her were her collar and the white latex hood that covered her eyes.
She felt the shower being turned on and he handed her some soap and a loofa.
Stephanie scrubbed herself the best she could. The stranger left some play in her leash, so she could bend down to scrub her legs. The smell of the soap and the warm water felt like paradise as she lathered away the stickiness of the last several hours. Finally, after she felt she had done as much as she could, she felt the water turned off and she was handed a soft towel.
Even though her gag had been removed, Stephanie made sure she kept silent. She had remembered her recorded lessons and she didn't want to solicit the stranger's wrath again. There was another tug on her chain and she was guided out of the bathroom to her parent's room. The stranger turned her so she imagined she was facing the bed and pulled her wrists back behind her back where he simply buckled a pair of cuffs around them and locked them tightly together.
Jeffery picked up his step-mother's white lace corset from the bed where he had laid it and began to dress Stephanie in it. It was form-hugging and very heavily boned, but it fit wonderfully as he pulled the laces tight. Next, he helped his sister to sit on the edge of the bed and eased each one of the white silk stockings onto her legs, making sure he fastened the garters correctly. Next, he gently pulled up the matching lace thong. Lastly, he eased her feet into a white pair of heels that he had grabbed out of her closet. Standing her up, he stood back and admired his captured blonde.
Stephanie was stunning.
With the exception of the collar, everything was a matching white; from her hood to her pumps. Jeffery could barely make out her stiffened nipples beneath the lace cups. The lace thong just barely covered her sex. She could grace the cover of any men's magazine proudly. There was only one thing left to do.
Jeffery unlocked her leather cuffs and brought Stephanie's wrists out in front of her before locking them together again. He then attached the inverted 'y' shaped chain to her bound wrists. The two other ends dangled downward. Jeff then cuffed both of her ankles and attached each cuff to one of the dangling ends. The net effect was that his step-sister was somewhat hobbled and her wrists were kept down in front of her stomach.
Stephanie was now dressed for dinner.
With another slight pull, Stephanie followed her captor out into the hallway. Walking with the chains was not nearly as difficult as she thought it might be. By keeping her wrists up, the chains to her ankles became taut and made it easier to walk. When they reached the stairs, she felt his hand guide her as she took her first tentative step down. Slowly, step by step, she made her way down with the stranger beside her. Finally, they reached the bottom and she let herself be led into the kitchen to the dinner table.
Jeffery helped his sister to her chair. He purposely seated her in a chair that wasn't her normal chair. He lashed her leash to the back of the chair and went over to start cooking the hamburger patties he had prepared earlier.
Stephanie could hear the sizzle of meat as someone cooked. She hadn't realized just how starved she was until she smelled food. Now, it was almost all she could think about. She could smell the garlic, onion and pepper and it made her almost drool. With the clink of a plate placed in front of her, dinner was served.
"You may eat, slave," the voice said.
The chained girl reached out and felt the plate. Her wrists were still locked together and a chain still dangled down to her ankles, but she found that she could grab to sandwich in front of her and take a bite.
Jeffery watched her carefully. He purposely put a slab of red onion on her burger, something that she hated. Cooked onions were fine but the raw ones were poison as far as she was concerned. After she took a bite, her chewing slowed down and she began to set the burger down.
"What is wrong, slave?"
Stephanie didn't answer.
"You may speak, slave, what is wrong with your meal? Don't you like it?"
Stephanie hesitated a bit, then spoke, "I don't like onions."
"You don't like onions... "
Stephanie realized her error, "I don't like onions, master."
Jeffery grinned. This is what he wanted. His step-sister was learning. She had had plenty of time to scream at the top of her lungs, but she hadn't. Stephanie could have peeled off her hood while sitting at the table, but she didn't. Now she had called him 'master', a large step in the right direction.
"Then you may remove it, slave," He said.
"Thank you, master," Stephanie said quietly as she opened up the bun and pulled the offending onion off onto her plate.
"Do you want something to drink, slave?" Jeffery asked through his voice distorter toy.
"Yes, master."
Jeffery poured he a glass of ice water and inserted a straw into it before handing it to his blonde captive.
Stephanie gingerly grasped it with both hands and brought it up to her lips, jabbing herself before she realized there was a straw. Her lips finally puckered around it and took several long swallows before setting her glass down on the table.
Jeffery was proud of her. She was feeding herself and not making a fuss. She had even found the napkin he had set out for her, dabbing away the ketchup and mayo that had oozed out of her sandwich. Jeffery felt comfortable enough to begin eating as well. He kept a careful eye on his sister between mouthfuls, however. He didn't want her to try to make a break for it.
She didn't.
Instead, Stephanie wiped her lips after she was finished with her second burger and sat quietly in her chair, sipping at her water.
"Are you finished, slave?" Jeffery asked through his voice distorter.
"Yes, master," she replied quietly.
Stephanie felt her lead being unleashed from her chair after he had pulled it away from the table. With a gentle pull, Jeffery helped his sister up and guided her to the stairs. With a little effort, Stephanie negotiated the stairway well.
The stranger guided her towards the bathroom where he let her brush her teeth and use the toilet. When the girl was finished, she was guided back into her parent's bedroom.
Stephanie felt two leather straps being buckled around her upper thighs. The stranger then unlocked her wrist cuffs and then fastened each to one of the thigh straps, effectively pinning her arms at her side. He fastened her ankle cuffs together after removing the chain. Without a word, he eased her down onto the bed. The sheets had already been pulled back and Stephanie let herself be maneuvered until she lay comfortably. She felt a cool chain brought up between her feet and fastened to her cuffs. A slight tug confirmed that the end was attached to the bed. The stranger also fastened the leash to the head of the bed, making sure she would stay there for the night.
"Do you want to be gagged, slave?" asked the familiar metallic voice.
"No, master," she replied.
Stephanie really didn't want the gag. Her jaw still ached from the last time and it made her drool.
The blonde yelped when the stranger slapped her across the face. It was a light slap and it stunned her more than anything.
"The correct answer, slave, is 'whatever you want, master.'", he said sternly, "Now, do you want to be gagged, slave?"
"Whatever you want, master," she said quietly.
"Tonight, you shall not be gagged," he said magnanimously, "Do not make me regret this decision, slave."
"Yes, master," she said.
"Good night. I shall join you later."
Jeffery then shut the door behind him, leaving his sister to her darkness. So went the following days. Stephanie continued to be submissive and obedient as he trained her, fed her, and used her. He still gagged her most of the time because he really enjoyed the sounds she made while gagged. Sex was her reward and the sting of the cattle prod, her punishment. Jeffery found that he had to use it less and less. Finally he felt she was ready for the next step of his plan.
While the book he had discovered doing research on Victorian class structure was helpful for one owning a sex slave, it really didn't go into details on how to make a slave. It was an owner's manual, so to speak, and Jeffery surmised that it was Dr. Geoffrey Brand's 'school' that trained the women in the first place to be submissive wives for his clients. Dr. Brand's book had very little to do with the 'breaking' a woman into a slave.
Jeffery did, however, do more reading on the latter subject and his 'plan' seemed to be fairly sound. Either it worked or he would be spending a lot of time in orange prison garb. He was confident enough in it to start with the next step.
He first needed to get the shit kicked out of him.
Jeffery found just such a bar that fights seemed like a daily occurrence. He knew better than to start one. Rather, he waited until one was well underway before he stepped in for a few blows.
Drinking his beer, he didn't have to wait long. Soon, he sported several bruises on his face, a cut lip and some sore ribs.
A few more days of training Stephanie went by before Jeffery decided tonight was the night.
As routine, Jeffery led Stephanie to her parent's bed. Tonight, he had dressed her in a black, tight-fitting teddy. The cuffs on her wrists were locked to the ones encircling her thighs. Her cuffed ankles were locked to a chain that was fastened to the foot of the bed and her collar was chained to its head. Despite her slight protests, Jeff had sealed her lips with several strips of tape, silencing her. Stephanie was now ready for bed.
It had been a good day and Steph had behaved almost flawlessly. He could tell she was tired but happy. She smiled more around her gags and she seemed more than willing to please him in the ways he desired.
Stephanie lay there in her bonds awaiting sleep to overtake her. She had gotten used to the feel of rope and leather enslaving her and as she tried to get comfortable, she almost enjoyed their embrace. In the darkness of the hood, she could find refuge.
The stranger was being less stringent about her bondage, Stephanie noticed. Tonight her wrists were locked to her thighs and there was only a pair of cuffs binding her ankles together. The stranger had thankfully taped her lips shut. Most gags made her jaw ache after awhile as well as slobbering up her pillows as she slept. The tape might hurt a little when he pulled it off, but it was a small price for the comfort during the night.
It was during these moments that she thought about her stepbrother Jeff. Where was he? What were they doing to him? Stephanie figured there had to be more than one person to keep an eye on the both of them. What they were doing to her was bad, and she was sure that what Jeff was going through had to be as bad if not worse. The only real pain she had suffered was the sting of that prod-like thing. The strangers were more likely to do worse to Jeff.
Stephanie tried not to think about it. There was little she could do other than to please the strangers so they wouldn't want to beat Jeff.
Slowly, Stephanie drifted off to sleep.
"Steph, oh my god, are you alright?" she heard her brother.
At first, Stephanie thought she was dreaming but she felt someone undoing the locks on her cuffs.
"Stephy?" Jeff asked again.
Stephanie yelled into her gag as she felt her wrists get free. Soon she was peeling off her white latex hood and ripping the tape off of her lips. Kneeling over her was her battered and bruised stepbrother Jeff.
"Steph, are you alright? What did they do to you?"
"Where are they?" Stephanie asked, looking around her parent's bedroom.
"They're gone, Steph," he said, "At least, I am pretty sure of it. I didn't see them as I came up from the basement."
"How did you escape?" she asked.
"I think they drugged me. They left me down basement. They didn't even bother to tie me up. God, I am so glad to see you! Are you okay?"
Stephanie nodded her head as she started to undo her ankle cuffs, "Yes ... yes, I'm okay. What about you, bro? Did they hit you? You have some awful bruises."
"Yeah they hit me when I didn't do what they wanted, but it'll heal. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, Jeff, I'll live," Stephanie replied, "Did you get a look at them?"
Jeff shook his head, "No, I didn't. They ambushed me too quickly. Chloroform or something. Did you?"
"No, he was too fast. He got me tied-up pretty quick."
"I am glad you are okay, Stephanie. After what they made me say, I didn't... , " Jeffery trailed off.
"I know," she said, pulling her cuffs off and sitting up in bed.
"I guess we better call the police," Jeff said. He knew he was taking a gamble and his whole being was so knotted with dread about what his sister might say. He hoped she didn't notice.
"No," she said quietly, "Please don't."
Jeff almost sighed with relief.
"Why?" he asked, "After what they did to us..."
"It's because of what they did to us," Stephanie said, "I couldn't bear to relive that over and over again to everyone. They have pictures, Jeffery, I know they do. I couldn't bear that, Jeff, both friends and strangers seeing me that way. Reliving everything again and again..."
The blonde dissolved into sobs. Jeffery held her, holding her close while rejoicing in his mind. This is what he had planned for and hoped would happen. He continued to embrace her until her sobs quieted and she gently pulled away.
"We can't tell anyone about this, Jeffery," she said, looking into his eyes, "Promise me."
"But, Stephanie..."
"PROMISE ME!" she practically yelled.
"Okay, Steph, I promise. We will keep this to ourselves. No one else needs to know."