Chapter 9

When I came to, I was still on the couch, but I could feel the rough texture of a terrycloth towel under my butt to shield the furniture from all my juices. My hands were now fastened in front of me and so I was much more comfortable. The gag was off, but my blindfold was still on and my ankles fastened. I could tell my clothes were once again covering me.

I lie there remembering what had gone on that day. I felt totally degraded. I had let myself be pierced and then let my brother kiss me in a very sexual way. Then I'd pleaded with him to expose my nakedness and to touch my pussy with his hands and get me off. I felt so low. I really was a slut.

He'd been making me feel like being a slut was a good thing -- that it made me beautiful -- that he (and others) liked me better that way. He was challenging my self-identity, refashioning how I saw myself. I was just too naïve to know it at the time.

"Ah, you're awake. Are you ready for something to eat?" I heard him say. "It's past seven."

I just nodded, realizing I was starved. He hadn't really been giving me much to eat.

"Now Stephanie, nodding is fine when you are gagged, but if you're able to talk, you should be more respectful. You should say, 'Yes sir' when I ask you a question, okay?"

I nodded again, but also added, "Yes Sir." I didn't know why I should call my own brother 'sir' but I was too tired and hungry to argue just then.

He helped me reposition so that I was sitting up on the couch. He left for a minute and came back to sit next to me.

"I'm going to let you hold it with your hands so you can lick your appetizer out of the saucer I have for you."

I cringed, feeling suddenly less hungry, figuring correctly his spunk would be in the saucer. This time, rather than feeding it to me with a spoon, I had to lick it out of a small saucer as he placed it in my bound hands. This was even more degrading than being fed it with a spoon — to eat it without being actually forced. By the time I was done, I could tell I had it on my chin and my nose and my cheeks. It's hard to lick something when you're blindfolded.

"Mmmmm, my little slut makes me so hot doing that... here, wait a minute. Hold your hands here."

He repositioned my hands so that I was holding the saucer where he wanted it. It was about an inch from my lips, but I was leaning forward slightly and since I was seated, it was just at waist level. My blindfold still prevented me from watching what was going on, but I heard his belt being released and his pants fall to the ground.

Somehow, I knew what was coming. I heard him panting and the small noises of flesh on flesh as he jerked himself off. It didn't take long. The first spurt landed on my hand. I cringed. I really wanted to say something; to protest this new twist, but I was afraid to piss him off again.

The second squirt hit my nose and dripped into the saucer. I gasped. Then I heard and felt the spurts landing in the saucer, some of it spattering onto my lips (which were clamped tightly shut). When the squirts stopped, I felt a little pressure on the saucer as he wiped himself off on its edge. He even wiped some of it on my fingers holding the saucer.

"There you go," he said, "there's some nice hot fresh medicine for you. Eat up now."

I didn't do anything for a minute. I was frozen, tears of humiliation beginning to pooling behind my eyelids.

"Do we need another spanking?" he asked.

In total humility, I licked the warm spunk from the saucer into my mouth and swallowed it. Little did I know at the time, but he was taking digital pictures of the procedure. When he figured the saucer was clean enough, he told me to lick my fingers and my hand clean, then he had me lick the tip of my nose and as much around my mouth as I could. He helped clean the last of it off my face with his finger and had me lick it clean.

Beneath my blindfold, I was crying. He kissed my forehead and told me what a good little slut I was, and how proud he was of me, and how much he loved me. And he hugged me close and held me while I just sobbed.

He kept telling me how good I was doing and then he'd caress my face, my arms, my legs. Eventually I felt better. He gave me water to drink, which I gulped down to remove the taste of his spunk. He fed me some Chinese takeout, a spoonful at a time, but still not enough to feel full.

Then he released my ankles, pulled me up by my leash, and led me upstairs to the bathroom. He released my wrists, removed the cuffs, and fastened the leash to a nearby towel rack. He removed my blindfold and told me I had five minutes to use the toilet. I had to blink in the harsh light of the bathroom, but realized I really needed to go. He left the bathroom, but didn't close the door completely, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.

After five minutes, he came back in and led me to the shower and fastened the leash to the shower curtain rod. He turned on the water to warm up, then told me to get in and hand out my clothes.

I got in, removed my soiled clothes and handed them to Dave around the curtain. He gave me 20 minutes to clean up. For a whole 20 minutes, I'd be by myself, relatively free.

But I didn't feel free. The leash was a reminder that I was still under someone else's authority; someone else's control. But if felt good to get clean again. Should I tell Dave I was finished? That I wanted no more? Should I risk his anger to end all this? Did I want it all to end?

The feelings he had given me were incredible — indescribably wonderful. And I had the feeling it was only just beginning. There was more to come. But it was all so humiliating. I felt like the Stephanie I'd known was sinking lower with each encounter, losing herself in a turmoil of overpowering and confusing emotions.

Even in the shower, I couldn't keep my hand away from my pussy and kept touching myself, not enough to cum but enough to kind of remind myself of the stimulation he'd given me. Was it worth it? Was it worth the pain and humiliation and desperate desire?

I wasn't sure, but somehow, I couldn't stop. God help me, I couldn't stop.

I kept rationalizing that it wasn't so bad. I made myself believe that Dave loved me more than anyone else. I needed him. He took care of me. I couldn't live without him. I needed to make him happy and his happiness was more important than anything else. Of course, he was also telling me all this at every opportunity and I had begun to believe it.

I finished my shower, wrapped a towel around myself and took out my contacts. I normally wore them for a month at a time, and it was about time for a change, but I wanted to give my eyes a rest for the night. There wasn't much else I could do as my leash still limited my movement. He came in as I was finishing.

Looking up as he came in, I saw his loving smile. "There's my beautiful girl." he said.

He took my large comb and started combing the wet tangles of my hair, gently pulling the teeth through my long dark hair. I felt like a little girl again -- so loved. I was being taken care of. I was still facing the mirror and Dave stood behind me. As he combed my hair, over and over again, I felt his body pressing up against me. His cock was pressing through his pants and my towel, up against the crack of my ass. As he ran the comb through my hair, the pressure pulled me back into him, pushing his cock harder against me.

It was turning me on again. I wasn't thinking about my hair, or how I looked. I was thinking about the cock pressed against my butt. When he finished with my hair, he laid the comb on the counter and placed his hands on my breasts over the towel. He kneaded them and squeezed them, pinching the nipples through the towel. As I leaned my head back in the response to the pleasure he was giving me, his lips met mine and gave me a long, deeply passionate kiss.

He stopped after a few minutes, sighed, and said, "Oh, you are such a hot little slut, Steph."

With that, he took my leash and led me back to my bedroom where he sat on the bed, holding the free end of the leash, and just looked at me. I stood before him, draped in the towel and wondered what was coming next.

I'd never had a boyfriend, my father was gone, my other brother hated me I think, and I was never my mother's favorite child — Dave was. I don't think she cared about me at all. She was never at home, never gave me any attention, rarely even bought me clothes. Dave was the only one who cared about me. He had stayed with me this weekend, not her. He was the only one I could count on to be there for me.

I needed him. I couldn't live without him. He loved me and I loved him. I wanted to be whatever he needed me to me. I wanted him to like me and to want me with him. I was his. If I belonged to him, he would keep me and I would have someone. The old Stephanie was slowly dying. I was becoming someone — something else.

So, I smiled at him, sat in his lap, and hugged him tight.

"I love you Dave."

"I love you too, Stephie."

He hugged me tight, and kissed me warmly on the lips. This time, as he held that kiss, I opened my mouth to breathe in his love. I felt his tongue caress my lips and brush against my teeth, even touch my own tongue. Somehow, it didn't feel sexual, it felt like love.

I didn't want that embrace to end. We held onto each other for a long time, kissing deeply. My arms were wrapped around his neck, but his started to wander. His hand slipped between my legs and moved quickly under the towel to my slit.

"Mmmph!" I exclaimed through the kiss. "Uh uhm." I said, trying to tell him no.

He ignored me. I felt one hand on my bare pussy while his other stroked the back of my head, and also prevented me from pulling back from his kiss, not that I really wanted to.

At first, I clenched my legs together to prevent his access, but as his finger slipped in and out of my slit, forcing its way between my legs, I felt my own arousal growing. My willpower ebbed away. Between the kiss and his finger, I opened my legs without conscious thought, allowing his fingers access to my sex.

I felt his finger enter my hole, already moist with desire. Then I kind of came to my senses and remembered my hands were free, so I used them to push myself away from his lips and clamped my thighs tightly together. Of course, his finger happened to be deep inside me when I did.

"Dave, Please..." I said, trying to retain a little modesty and self-pride.

He paused in his attentions and looked at me. "Please stop?" he said with kind of smirk, "or please continue."

"I love you and I like what you're doing," I said, "But this isn't right. I'm your sister."

He sighed. "I'm just not going to be able to let you have any freedom at all, am I?" he asked, "Every time I do, you start trying to think for yourself again and get these silly little notions in your head."

As I started to protest, he reached up and grabbed my wrists, pulling me forward so he could fasten the cuffs together behind my back again.

Then he got the ball gag out of his pocket and pushed it in my unwilling mouth again as I tried to protest. I could feel his cock hard beneath my butt.

"Remember? You already gave me permission to touch you. You need to learn not to reverse yourself and not to question me. You have to learn it's not good to think for yourself. You just have to do what you're told. You're more than my sister, Stephie, you're my slutty slave." he said.

He stood me up briefly, then forced me down over his lap, my butt pointed up.

The towel was too short to cover me this way and had crept halfway up my butt, exposing my lower cheeks to him. He angrily tore it from my body, leaving me completely naked. I tried to cry out through the gag, but only made unintelligible sounds. I squirmed and tried to get off him.

He smacked me really hard one time and told me to be still. Then he laid his hand on my butt and briefly caressed me, saying, "It would have been better — and much more fun — if we'd just continued kissing" he said.

Then he started spanking me. This time there were no loving rubs between swats. He just rained them down on me. The tears started flowing again as my butt turned to fire. His thigh pushed against my belly button, adding further pain as my new piercing dug into my sensitive skin.

I was mad that I was getting spanked, but regretted making him need to punish me — again. He quit after giving each cheek 20 hard smacks. Then he bent down and I felt him kissing my butt, his tongue being used to massage my cheeks while his finger went inside my pussy again.

"Spread your legs." he demanded.

This time I didn't resist and his finger thumb went deep inside my hole, but I cried in humiliation. I just lay there and sobbed as he thrust his finger in and out of me. It wasn't really intended to give me pleasure so much as to show me he could do what he wanted.

One of his fingers started twiddling my clit as his thumb continued to twist and curl inside me while maintaining it's in and out thrusts. His other arm reached beneath me and played with my nipple. Within a few minutes, I was ready to come, crying all the while.

There I was, naked as a jaybird, being forcefully fondled by my brother. I was a mass of confused feelings: pleasure, pain, humiliation, desire, and anger. Wrong as I knew it was, it all made me so hot and aroused. I wanted more at the same time as I wanted him to stop. He just kept pushing my pleasure buttons. Just as I was about to come though, he stopped, adding frustration to my feelings.

He set me on the bed and released my wrists. Then he laid me perpendicular across the bed, face up, tying one wrist cuff to the head of the bed and the other to the foot, spreading my arms wide. Dave then fastened my ankles to the legs of the bed, one at the foot the other at the head. My head was on one side of the bed and my spread-open naked crotch was at the other with my legs spread impossibly wide and arching me backwards, completely exposing my nudity to his gaze. I went completely red from embarrassment but with a gag in, could say nothing to protest this new violation.

"Now, a special gift for you. If you hadn't tried to be bad, you'd wouldn't be naked, but, oh well... the fortunes of love and war. But you need to learn the heights of your own passion." he said with an evil grin.

His hands went to my nipples to massage, pinch and twist while his mouth went to my crotch. I felt his tongue start to lick my slit! I struggled violently, just knowing this was somehow very wrong. It was useless though, and I realized it felt REALLY good.

It didn't take long for me to start going wild, heading toward a massive orgasm. As his tongue explored my slit, digging into the well of my sex while his nose tickled my clit, my need to cum was suddenly overwhelming.

He prolonged it for a long time, milking my need, running his tongue up and down the lips of my slit. He circled my clit with his tongue, flicking it back and forth. My excitement kept spiraling upward. He paused his tongue work to look up at my face.

"You are so beautiful when you're getting ready to cum." he said.

His compliment made me smile just a little even though I was embarrassed to be nude, tied and forcefully eaten out. I had stopped crying... it was hard to cry when you experience so much pleasure.

He loosened my ball gag and removed it from my mouth, but left it around my neck.