My Sisters Keeper (DigitalSiren x Staine)

[Bunny]

Willow gazed out of the car window, the decorative awning sheltered the doorman in his fancy uniform from the rain that pounded on the car roof. Sharp little metallic pings that also helped drown out the perky social worker who cheerily tried to reassure her that this place, in the ritzy side of the city was the best place for her, great place to start again. Blah.. blah.. blah. Rolling her jade eyes, Willow gave a loud sigh that only a teenager could manage filled with annoyance and boredom in equal measurements. The state had found her two junkie parents unfit to care for her.. shocking. Who would have guess that the two people who had had another child, her older brother in fact who emancipated himself from their tender care were unfit parents.

It was unsurprising that Willow had little faith in the system at this point. She had been three when Caleb had left.. CPS had tried to take her away as well, but somehow.. her parents had been found competent? The only abuse at the time had been to Caleb. That however had changed quickly enough. It had started small enough in places and in ways that were easily explained in the visits by CPS that plague her parents. As the visits slacked off and other children were made priority the abuse escalated. Burns, beatings.. As a small child she had little recourse. It was.. normal wasn't it? And that is how Willow came to grow up in her own personal hell. She was thirteen when she cut herself the first time, it was something she had control over and the sweet rush of pain was something she came to look forward to. A release from her world, her life... It was that started the second wave from CPS and what eventually lead her here, in the car of an annoyingly chatty woman parted in front of her brother's apartment. And hey, she was only sixteen now.. only thirteen years in hell was getting off easy.

At some point the chatty Cathy had exited and hand come around to her door and opened it. Cool air brushed her face, tendrils of pink catching in the breeze. Brushing back her hair Willow exited the car, standing in the downpour. Cathy, or whatever her name was made a soft clucking noise and gently pulled her under the shelter of the awning, tisking her softly. "Don't you want to look your best for your brother?" Willow offered a shrug. "Why bother" She could honestly care less. He had left her to rot in the shit hole with her parents.. He was just as bad as them as far as she was concerned. Besides it's not like the rain was going to do her much harm. She hadn't showered in the past few days at her foster home.. Her foster "dad" had been quite the lecherous perv. Dressed in a fine fishnet body suit, a black skirt with little white crosses on each pleat and a black crop top with long sleeves that hid her scars. A pair of platform heels with matching crosses completed her 'look'.

Guided past the smiling doorman and through the pristine lobby to an elevator Willow endured what seemed like an eternity more with Cathy who still tried to pull the sullen and damaged child out of her shell to no avail. After the 30th story Cathy stopped trying, Willow quite content to ignore the peanut like wah wah of the woman. When they reach floor 57 the elevator came to a stop and opened into a small entry way. Knocking on the door Cathy tried one more time to talk her ward into smiling or something.. Willow met the request with a sneer. Seems Caleb was well off.... No wonder he had left her and stain of a child alone to rot. Cathy knocked on the door as Willow adjusted her stance, arms crossing under her budding breasts, that sullen sneer still plastered across her face as the door opened.

 

[Bunny]

She made a sound in her throat as his hand slid through her hair. It was a throaty sound of happiness. Head on his shoulder and was content to sit still for a little bit, the deft fingers that worked along her back helping soothe her. She yawned sleepily, the alcohol trying to pull her under. Fighting it a little she squirmed and nuzzled his neck with her nose as she got comfortable again. "No, but sometimes I wish you would"

When he said they shouldn't be talking about it she nodded again and shifted one last time, squirming till she sat sideways in his lap, her head tucked under his chin, one small hand curling on his chest just above his heart. "Yes sir.. no more.. talki..." Her voice was thick and almost dreamy. Warm and feeling safe she fell asleep. The sounds of her breathing evening out as she slipped under the spell of the sandman and his friends vodka and whiskey.

 

[Staine]

He shook his head with a soft smile on his lips. Holding her like this wasn't so bad, it was enjoyable even, comfortable. He rested back against the couch in the corner and brought his feet up onto it so he was more comfortable and chuckled at her comment, smiling and kissing the top of her head once more. "Me too, sometimes, though I'm not sure you'd enjoy it as much as you think." His voice was low, he was a little buzzed himself and oh so tempted to say more but he managed to control himself. As she squirmed, he knew he was semi-hard beneath her but he didn't try to move her, they both knew how that had ended last time. When she started to drift off, he rested back, laying down without disturbing her as best he could. Mostly reclined, he closed his eyes to sleep after turning off the television. Holding her like this, it just felt comfortable and falling asleep was easy.

In his dreams, there were no silly rules saying he couldn't do what he pleased with her. She was forefront in his mind, whimpering as he really did hurt her. They both liked it there, and nobody could stop them enjoying it or judge them, there were no silly rules in his dreams that he had to follow for no reason other than they were there. In those he could take her to his room, he would cuff her to one of the benches, or the cross, and he would satisfy both their urges, but only in his dreams. In reality, his body reacted. His hands moved to hold her and didn't care where they landed, his manhood grew hard as he toyed with her in his dreams.

 

[Bunny]

He wasn't alone in his dreams. Hers lacked the real life experience that his own mind could draw from, there were no toys or fancy pieces of equipment. In her dream she was bent over his knee and his hand fell on her ass like rain. She had never been spanked, not even as a child. Their parents had come with other.. more painful forms of punishment. Whimpering softly she shifted in his lap slightly before quieting.

It wasn't an alarm that woke her but the sun streaming through the windows. She gave a soft groan of protest. Slowly her mind focused and she noticed a few things. She wasn't in her bed, there was something hard beneath her and there was a hand on her waist and between her legs. Slowly she opened her eyes to see Caleb's face relaxed in sleep. Her heart gave a small jump. She knew it was wrong.. but she liked where his hands were.. And it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what the hardness was. Biting her inner cheek she laid her had back down and closed her eyes.

Willow didn't plan to sleep again, but let herself drift back to her dream. There.. wasn't any harm in the dream. It wouldn't ever go further.. but for a short while, it was nice to live in that fantasy.

 

[Staine]

It wasn't much long after that Caleb himself woke. He could feel the body on top of him, warm and comforting like he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He opened his eyes slowly as memories of the previous night came back and he realised who it was. His hand was between her legs, one on her waist and she was sleeping on him still by the looks of it. He sighed softly, this wasn't helping, nor was the dream he had just had about her. His hand moved, not pulling away but squeezing her thigh, his thumb rubbing up and down a little. He was so tempted, she was asleep, she'd likely never know so why didn't he just do it? His hand creeped up her thigh the few inches it took to graze her panties before he pulled it away completely with a quiet, frustrated growl.

"You know you're not making it easy to be a good brother, looking like you do, being as fun and cute as you are...as tempting as you are." It was his own little confession, and he kissed the top of her head softly. His cock wasn't going down, the dream fresh in his mind but he didn't care, not while she was sleeping, he just shifted his hips slightly so he was more comfortable but still pressed against her and continued to hold her close. "Next time I let you drink though we're gonna need a chaperone." He kissed her again, this time on the lips. The softest touch, afraid of waking her.

 

[Bunny]

She knew when he woke by the sigh, his warm breath stirring her hair. She didn't move but focused on staying still and keeping her breathing even. She had some practice with it from before.. To avoid being beaten. That was made harder however as he squeezed her thigh, his thumb running along her skin. Her heart was racing but that was nothing compared to when his hand started to move. Willow thought he would move his hand away but was proven wrong when the tips of his fingers brushed against her panties. The growl.. She had heard that sound before. It was hard to not shiver, to not move.

The words made something inside her sing, a dark deep thrill into her very soul. She was.. tempting? She wondered if he then.. felt like she did? Willow didn't find herself horrified by this.. to her.. it made sense. They hadn't really known each other for so long. They were.. more or less strangers to one another. The kiss to her hair was sweet and pulled her out of her train of thought, which was lucky because she heard his last comment. What.... what had happened last night? She tried to remember but it was a soft fuzzy haze.

The soft kiss to her lips made her heart race harder. She laid there for several long minutes trying to make sense of this.. to recall what had happened the night before. After a while she shifted and made a soft whimper, letting her eyes slowly open. Lifting a hand to shield them from the sun she yawned. She looked up at him, still yawning.

 

[Staine]

After the kiss, after he pulled back from it he just laid there, stroking her hair and letting her rest. After everything she was going through at school, she at least deserved a nice peaceful sleep and he was comfortable enough that he didn't have to wake her. When she did start to stir not too long afterwards and yawned, he chuckled and grinned down at her. It was time to be the good brother again, the responsible one that didn't think such things about his little sister. "Morning sleepy, how are you feeling after last night?" He shifted, his 'swelling' had at least gone down since he had been awake and he could gently slide her onto the sofa beside him now. "Have a little too much to drink, did we?"

His smirk was the one an older brother should have when he teased his little sister, and he playfully booped her nose just like she had done to him. "Don't worry, I wasn't recording it and nobody will ever know what you're like when you're drunk, not for a long while at least. Do you feel better?" A look of concern crossed his features, it was easy to forget why they had been drinking in the first place. "Hopefully it helped, letting loose and having a drink, spending quality time with your big brother and watching that silly movie. Probably not likely to help your problem, but it was fun at least." He smiled and started to stand up and clear away the alcohol. "Put away the soda and juice, I'll take care of the rest okay?"

 

[Bunny]

She gave him a sleepy smile and nodded some, finding that the movement hurt her head. "Okay.. but I might need some Tylenol" Unlike last night when he sifted her she slipped out of his lap without fuss, not that she remembered that at all. She gave a sheepish nod and a shy smile. "Maybe.. a little" She rubbed at her head and closed her eyes for a moment. She hadn't felt ill till moving.

Her eyes opened at the boop and she narrowed her eyes. She could see the shift. She knew what he had said but he was back into.. Brother mode. She knew that the feelings, that appeared mutual were highly taboo. It was highly frowned upon for siblings or any relation to feel this way. It was silly in her opinion, as long as children were not made, she had learned about Caligula, the result of inbreeding. His madness perhaps stemming from it. But beyond that.. she saw no issue. Though.. she was biased.

She nodded and carefully rose from the couch, grabbing the now warm juice and soda. She took care to empty both into the sink and throw the bottles away. She didn't think the soda would hurt them but warm juice could. After she had tended to what he asked she excused herself and headed to her room. A shower would likely help her head, as would the medicine in the drawer.

It was in the shower that the idea came to her. Willow had the feeling Caleb wouldn't act on his feelings. He was the adult.. he should know better and all that.. But she wasn't an adult.. She was a damaged child. It was highly manipulative and had high stakes. If it backfired it could ruin their budding relationship or at least severally stunt it.. But she supposed she'd rather know.

She took care dressing, for if her planed worked.. Well.. she wanted to look good enough to eat. She picked a bra that was relatively new. Though she didn't really need it, it was simple in the base design, like a strapless bra.. But it had been altered. Under her bust were two black bands, the first thinner than the last. The bands were attached to each other with smaller black spacers directly under each breast. Longer spacers went up just past the curve of each breast to attach to a ring. That ring was the anchor for even more straps. The main focus however was the pentagram that would rest on her chest, the end points circling around her neck like a halter. She pulled a long sleeved fine mess top over the harness. The harness bra was as revealing as a bathing suit so she felt okay wearing it. She didn't have fancy panties so she had settled for a pair of black boy shorts. Willow to extra time picking out her skirt finally settling on a black pleated skirt that she could tuck the top into. The final piece was a pair of opaque black thigh high socks.

The morning and afternoon passed with little excitement and it wasn't until the sun was setting that she set her plan in motion. Skipping to a stop in front of his open door to his office she smiled at him. "Caleb, you got a minute?" She waited till he looked up before taking a few steps in. "So, I know you offered drinking as a way to help me not cut.. But I don't think It's the best way to cope" She smiled shyly "Especially if they don't let up.." Her fingers twisted in front her body. "And the spiky thingy is.. nice.. But when I am really stressed it doesn't.. give me the release I need.." She was blushing at this point quite profusely "I was.. wondering if I could pick something else?"

 

[Staine]

Caleb had nodded, knowing exactly how she felt from days that he had drank like that. At her age, hangovers shouldn't be much of an issue but he had seen how much she had poured into the glass when she had made her own drink. At the time, he hadn't bothered to stop her, he didn't really see any harm in it. "Tylenol is in the first aid kit. Seems I need that a lot around you, huh?" His tone was teasing, and he chuckled as she left to go retrieve it and do whatever else she needed to do. It was Saturday at least so he knew she had a couple of days to unwind before having to face the assholes again so leaving her to her own devices, he retreated to his office after a quick shower and change of clothes, black trousers and a red shirt. His socks were just plain black socks, the kind he would normally wear and there was little need for footwear since he didn't plan on going anywhere. He did some work, did some browsing, the usual kind of thing he would do without his sister around and was slowly forgetting about his own desires when he heard the door open. He spun round in his seat to face her, a warm smile on his face that froze when he saw her.

He knew he shouldn't but his eyes flicked up and down over her...he didn't care what others thought, he liked how she dressed, the goth thing was actually kind of cute, and more than a little appealing to his tastes and it seemed today she had gone all out. The stockings, something he had always loved looking at, the way they dragged attention to the thighs where they ended, the skirt...he couldn't hide the way he looked at her quick enough, it took a moment to get it under control while she spoke. "Spiky thing?" His mind was blank from ogling her at first before he realised what she meant. "Oh, the wartenburg pinwheel...okay, not doing the trick? I see..." In all honesty he knew the toy wasn't usually very painful, it was a sensation thing really but he had hoped it would help her. Nodding, he rose from his seat and grabbed his keys, gesturing for her to lead the way to his bedroom, grinning to himself that at least she was blushing when she asked to see his kink room. "You know the way, come on. Let's see if we can find something better for you." He walked there with her, quickly closing the distance between them as they got to his bedroom and stepping in front of her to slide the key into the lock.

"You know you're probably the only girl to ever see my playroom twice. Lucky you, eh?" He grinned as he looked down at her, the blush was adorable, and it made sense that she would have it of course but he couldn't resist teasing her about it if only to see if he could make it worse. "Aww, are you blushing, Willow? I can't believe you'd blush after what you said last night..." He didn't think she remembered which was kind of perfect...all in all she hadn't said anything too bad so if she remembered, fine, but if she didn't he was sure he could make her blush more trying to wonder what she could have said. He opened the door and laughed as he walked into the room. The light, she could find herself this time, he knew where the bed was and he moved to go sit on the end of it, waiting for her to join him in the room. "Come on, no point in being shy now, it's not like it's for anything dirty anyway right? Think of these like therapy tools."

 

[Bunny]

Willow didn't miss the way he seemed to freeze and it sent a thrill down her spine, outwardly she pretended to not notice however. "Is.. that what it's called? Kind of a funny name" She had be careful, she knew what she was doing but couldn't push too hard. She bit her lower lip and nodded. Up the stairs and across the living room to his room. She let herself in because he was just behind her.

She tilted her head as he said she was the first girl to see his playroom twice, blushing again. That was.. interesting. From what she had read BDSM could go a few ways as far as partners went. A constant partner, like a normal relationship. It could be continuous or only in the bedroom. And then there were play partners from what she could tell were more like a one night stand. She wondered why he had never had someone more long term..

Her head snapped up and she looked at him wide eyes. This was no act there was a real sense of panic there, the blush turned almost scarlet in her cheeks. "I said.. something?" She frowned as she tried to recall what she could have said, but she had been trying on and off all day to remember the night before. It's not like it would suddenly come to her. He vanished into the darkness and she bit her lower lip. He said this wasn't for anything dirty.. Therapy tools.. but that wasn't what she had in mind. Not completely at least.

Taking a deep breath she reached a hand out and groped for the light, her fingers finding it. Flipping the switch and the room illuminated suddenly. Blinking a few times she found him settled on the bed. She hovered near the door way not coming in too far. "Do you.. have any suggestions on what might work better?" She had picked poorly last time, she hoped he'd help lead her further down the rabbit hole.

 

[Staine]

He'd laughed and grinned widely when she had shown him that she clearly didn't remember what she had said but he felt it wouldn't be wise to tell her exactly what it was. That she'd confessed she liked when he hurt her. Instead he had winked at her and walked into the room. "You said a few things, you were drunk after all." He was enjoying playing with her, teasing her. When the lights came on in the room he looked around himself, he was already thinking of what she could try that would take the edge off more than the pinwheel so when she asked he didn't try to fight it. He stood up, pointing to the empty space on one of the smaller racks where the toy had come from. "Replace what you took first, one at a time okay?" Leaving her to that, he considered what he should let her take and more importantly, what would be most effective. "Not easy to choose something really, you have to hit yourself with it after all and while I'm sure you'll be able to get leverage and an angle easily it probably won't feel the same." He chuckled. "Not that it has to actually, now that I think about it, how would you even know?" He ran his fingers over one of his fiberglass canes. "These hurt, but you need power and precision, harder to get the right effect using it on yourself I'm sure. You could try a whip or a flogger?"

It was something he hadn't really put much thought into, finding just the right toy for her. "It depends on what kind of pain you're looking for too, I mean a wide impact like one of those paddles..." he pointed to were a few paddles, wooden and leather ranging from rather small and innocuous looking to one studded with slightly pointy 'studs' in it. "Feel a lot different to something that's more sharp, or thin, like the cane or a crop. Just any pain won't do or I'm sure you could just bite yourself or something." That was the problem he was facing in finding any of these. Even implements he knew would be easy to inflict pain on oneself with might not take the edge off when done to herself, not like cutting would. It was a different animal entirely, it wasn't just the pain itself it brought. He grinned as he took a long, black plastic rod about an inch thick with two metal prongs on the end of it from a rack. Again, it might not be the same doing it to herself, but it might do. It was definitely better than the pinwheel. He turned and reached for her hand, grabbing it gently and holding it like they were about to cross the road.

"Look up at me, Willow. Don't look down, okay?" He had mostly kept the toy from view, none of it was labelled and it was unlikely she recognised it for what it was, a cattleprod of sorts. It was custom made for kink like all of his toys, designed to only give off a sharp, painful shock and then nothing even if the button was held down forever, in order to use it again you had to release the switch fully before pressing it down again, a safety precaution to prevent muscles locking up from electrocution to keep the current flowing. When she did as he asked and looked up at him he smiled down at her and his other hand moved the tip, the prongs, slowly up the length of her calf, up the stockings she was wearing until they touched the flesh at the top. His eyes were on hers the entire time, even when he pressed the switch in. There was a loud crack in the air, the snap noise that the prod made when it was used properly. "Maybe something like this? Or do you have your eyes on something else? If you need anything explaining, just ask."

 

[Bunny]

Lucky she had brought the spiky thing with her, she had a feeling there would be a limit. Still wondering what the hell she had said she moved into the room to replace the toy. Fingers trailed off the cold metal handle as she turned to face him, her stocking toes slipping easily on the smooth surface of the room. It was kind of fun. Walking carefully she moved closer to him, watching him run his hand over a toy. The thing was she didn't know what any of these things were. She let him talk remaining mostly silent. She gave a small shrug when asked a whip or a flogger. She knew what a whips was.. but the latter?

She shook her head and frowned. She tried to be honest with why the spiky thing hadn't done it. "The pain.. wasn't right. When I cut myself, there is a moment where.. It's almost as if it didn't happen. And then the pain starts almost suddenly, sharp.. stinging.. al..almost sweet" While she wasn't against trying a paddle, her thoughts going back to her dream, she didn't know if doing it to herself would really.. do it for her. Kind of like the hairband. When she had done it herself it had blended into the background. When he had done it, she felt it every time like a sizzle along her nerves.

She looked at him when he grabbed her wrist stepping in a little closer and up at him as asked, her face still flushed but curious as well. She looked into his eyes, only breaking eye contact when she blinked. Had she seen it she would have been as clueless as she was with almost all other toys in his playroom. "Okay" She trusted him. Besides, this.. was something she thought she wanted. Why would she doubt him?

The crack happened at the same time the flash of pain shot up her thigh. She cried out as the muscle constricted, her leg almost feeling like it was going to give out. She tipped into him, her stocking giving her horrible traction on the floor. Her eyes had widened and then closed as the pain coursed through her, lips parting as she panted a little. The pain faded quick enough as the muscle relaxed. Trembling slightly she tried to stand back up on her own, her eyes open again and wide.

Shaking her head she licked her lower lip, her mouth suddenly dry. "I don't think I could do that to myself.." And she honestly didn't not even looking for pain. Willow was not 100% on how she felt about.. that.. thing but she knew she'd likely not turn to it first. Biting her lower lip she shook her head again. "I seem to think I have a problem.." She withdrew her hand slowly. "Most of what you have isn't good for me doing alone.. And even if I did want to use that" she gestured at the prod with her hand. "I don't know I could bring myself to do it and I question you letting me do it without supervision." It seemed like without strict control, something like that.. a toy with electricity could be very dangerous.

 

[Staine]

Caleb had nodded along, understanding exactly how she felt when she said it wasn't enough. He should have known it wouldn't be really, the pinwheel was hardly a device of pain but that was why they were trying to find something suitable for her, wasn't it? No matter what it was, the ends surely justified the means here. He was showing his younger sister around his playroom, showing her toys he really shouldn't, adult toys, there were even dildos and vibrators on display in the room but it was to get her to stop cutting. That's what he kept telling himself. That's what he'd told himself when he had shocked her with the prod, looking into her eyes as he had done so. The fact he had liked it, the lust that shone in his eyes as she fell towards him and cried out, as he saw the little widening of her eyes and felt her tremble as he'd caught her, his arm around her to hold her to him...it was all just a means to an end. Collateral damage, perhaps.

He was grinning when she spoke after standing again...he couldn't help it, it had felt that good to hurt her, more so than when he normally did it to others, and how long had that been? Over a year now, easily. The grin faded a little as she spoke, and he nodded, looking down at her. "I see...I think I get it at least. This isn't...dangerous, not really but it can be scary to shock yourself and is it even the right kind of pain, the right release?" He looked around at all the toys in the room. "I think I'm lost for suggestions. Short of trying them all individually and even then, none of them are really like cutting, I imagine. And not being able to do it yourself is a problem." He reached down and pulled her into his side, deep in thought. It was so easy to suggest what he wanted but he knew deep down that it wasn't all about helping her if he did that...still it could have the same result. Dare he, though? "The prod...did it feel right even a little, when I shocked you? Maybe...Willow, I know it's probably a bad idea but I want to try something. Come here, with me." He placed the prod back down on the rack and led her towards the back of the room where the bed and the cabinets were. He pushed her to sit on the bed while he picked up a small remote on the dresser closest to it and pointed it towards the middle of the room. Pressing a button, the large wooden and leather cross flat against the ceiling started to lower a little to about half way down into the room, then turn until it was standing upright. On the lower legs were two small platforms that could easily fit a pair of feet or two. "Don't be scared okay, do you trust me? Climb on, stand on those, one foot on each." His voice was quieter now, like he knew he was doing something he couldn't ever take back but he was pushing forwards anyway.

 

[Bunny]

She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes again when he asked of it felt right. Her lips parted slightly and she nodded. "A little yes. The pain.. is different and sharper and more immediate.. It faded quickly enough. Cuts can do the same" Blinking she looked back at him and tilted her head to one side like a curious kitten. She followed him to the back of the room and sat at the gentle push on the bed.

She watched as the cross structure lowered, the way it moved was almost, lovely. Willow couldn't exactly say why but it almost seemed to spin into it's final position. She looked to him, his voice quiet. She nodded. "Yes, I trust you" She wondered if this was the tipping point for Caleb. She was a little scared but like the way you get scared on a roller coaster, as the train of cars crests the first drop and you look down at the plunge. Excitement, a little fear. But that's why people rode them. Standing she walked closer to the cross, turning lo look at him before mounting the cross. One little socked foot on each platform, facing inward. She wasn't sure if she should be facing in but he didn't correct her either..

 

[Staine]

He followed her to the cross, his heart pounding. Even if he wanted to, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his own desires out of this once he started, it would be a losing battle from the start but he still wanted to try. He also knew that she found him attractive, and liked when he hurt her but he didn't know if it was the same for her, he didn't think she got any sexual pleasure from it...but the fact that he would was something he couldn't hide from her. This was already going too far, he wasn't going to hide that from her. If she were to trust him, she needed all the facts. As she stepped up onto the cross he looked down to make sure her feet were in the right position and then stepped in behind her, pressing against her. He ran his hand down her arm to the wrist, fingers trailing lightly, then lifted it up towards the cuff. As he leaned against her to buckle it in tightly he spoke in her ear, his voice still soft. "You know how I feel about this, I just want to warn you...I don't think I can stop myself getting aroused if I hurt you, it's intrinsically sexual for me...it's how I get off. I hope that doesn't bother you too much, I know it isn't the same for you, this is for catharsis, right?" He reached for her other wrist and did the same, lifting it to buckle it in. "But if it can replace cutting...if you can get the same kind of release from it, then maybe it's for the best, yeah?" Once her wrists were buckled tight he lowered himself to one knee.

His head was close to her ass like this, if he looked up he might actually be able to see up her skirt. He glanced...fighting back a small noise of appreciation. He hadn't expected to be attracted to her, of course he had realised how beautiful she was the moment she had been brought to him but this was different, how he was looking at her now. He carefully cuffed both of her ankles into place. The cross was wide enough that her legs were significantly parted. Standing up and stepping back, she looked stunning, even fully clothed. Then he chuckled. "Not to be a pervert or anything, but the skirt...it won't have the same effect if I hit it. Or the panties you're wearing." He laughed as he stepped towards her and his hand found the waistband. His fingers traced along it, around her while he sought out the clasp. Once he found it, he leaned closer and planted a soft kiss on her back. "I can leave them on anyway if you like but it will be cushioned. And you know...if I remove these it's not something I can ever unsee. You have to be sure, sure that this is worth trying to stop you needing to cut..." The excuse was seeming flimsier and flimsier to him, now he just wanted to pull the skirt away anyway for his own sake.

 

[Bunny]

Willow couldn't help but tremble as he stepped up behind her, the length of his body resting against hers, his heat seeping into her. The trail of his fingers left goosebumps in their wake. She moved with him, plaint under his touch. She rested her cheek against the first arm he cuffed into place, watching as her other arm followed suit. She didn't know.. She was afraid to tell him that the cuddling on the couch and that pain, had been.. sexual for her. Afraid he might stop. Instead she nodded some. "I understand. Yes" The pain was cathartic, so she wasn't lying.. not completely.

It wasn't until both her ankles were cuffed that she truly understood how far apart her legs were. It wasn't horrible.. But it was revealing in a way. Blushing she closed her eyes as he explained what would be best if she didn't want the sensations dulled. The way his hand slid along her waist to the clasp made her shiver again. She bit her lower lip for a moment. "If I am not allowed to cut myself.. I'd.. I'd like to try this.. I am sure" She wondered dimly if he was.

That excitement, that thrill sung through her blood. There was no coming back from this, she stood at a precipice and she was more than willing to take the leap into the abyss. Taking a deep breath she let it go slowly. And if she was going to take the lead, she'd take him with her.

 

[Staine]

If he hadn't suspected it was sexual for her too, he certainly did now. The way she trembled as he pressed against her, the way her breathing had changed. The blush could easily have been explained as embarrassment but there was a sexual tension in the air that definitely didn't seem to be all of his own doing. He smiled...this was so fucking wrong. Even with that thought, he unclasped her skirt and pulled it away, stepping away from her to fold it and place it over one of the toys on the rack. While he was there, he selected the long, smooth cane he had been fingering earlier and took it from the rack. "How much pain...do you think you can take?" His voice was steady but his excitement was clear in his tone. He'd be careful, he wouldn't leave any lasting marks on her but how much he wanted to hurt her right now...it burned in him.

Pulling away from the rack with the cane he moved back near the bed where he had left the remote and pulled open a drawer, taking out a pair of scissors. He'd realised his mistake as he had pulled away her skirt but he wasn't in the mood to uncuff her ankles, he didn't care about her clothes at this point and he didn't care to keep up the silly notion that this wasn't completely sexual for him. He leaned the cane against the cross when he returned to her and started to cut away the panties down one side. "These are in the way, I'll buy you new ones. They have to go." He was focused completely on getting what he wanted as he pulled the remains of them away. His hand caressed her rear gently as he lost himself to the madness that was his desires, then he stepped back. "Willow...count them. Call me Sir again when you do...I'll start with 10, not too hard either. Don't miss one, or I start again." Without giving her time to really process what he had said, he lashed out catching her across both cheeks with the cane and leaving a soft red stripe. He hadn't hit as hard as he could, as hard as he wanted to, but the growl he made was unmistakable. He needed this almost as much as she did now.

He hit her again.

 

[Bunny]

How much pain did she think she could take That was a good question. She liked her pain normally in small bursts, at least when she administered it herself... But this would be different. Licking her lips she gave a small shake of her head and answered honestly. "I'm.. I'm not sure" Her skirt gone now, he was somewhere behind her. She wanted to turn, see him and in the same breath.. didn't. Deciding to wait, rather than seek him out she closed her eyes. This.. was really going to happen. her plan had worked?

She cold press of metal had her eyes opening and she squirmed against the cross lightly trying to see him but was met with failure for only the dark top of his head was visible. Her mouth felt dry as he spoke, shivering. Her stomach swirled with anticipation and something lower tightened as her panties were pulled free. The hand on her ass was met with a kitten like response as it pushed back how ever limited by the restraints into him.

She had been too lost in the touch to count the first one or to respond because the first fall of the cane made her mind stutter. The pain wasn't the worst, but it was localized to a single area and that area radiated for a moment. That wasn't too bad.. She opened her mouth to count, as ordered when the second fell. Gasping she closed her eyes, her voice breathy "Yes Sir. One" the blows didn't land on top of one another but close. The pain from the first mingling to join the second.. This wasn't.. too bad..

 

[Staine]

Caleb's eyes lit up with fire as he watched the stripes appear, two of them now. He hadn't struck too hard, he wanted to test her first, see how she handled it. In his experience, a lot of women said they wanted pain or could handle it but once he started to hurt them that quickly changed. His dear little sister said she needed it...but couldn't she actually handle it. He aimed a strike to cross over the first, harder than he had done those two and then another even harder across the tops of her thighs. "Talk to me Willow...tell me how it feels." He wanted feedback, her gasp had been cute, everything about her was cute. His cock was hard, straining for release against his trousers and he knew he had none coming from this...it made him want to hit harder. Get everything he could from it.

The next two stripes were fast, no time in between them as he struck hard, one on each cheek. He'd had practice aiming, so much practice. "Is it like you imagined it, little sister, being hurt like this? Is it helping?" He was circling behind her and trailing the tip of the cane over her rear, his eyes locked onto the soft curves, a barely audible growl of lust leaving him. He wanted her...yes she was his sister, yes she was only 18 but fucking hell he wanted her so badly, he hadn't ever felt like this about somebody, like he actually needed them. It was infuriatingly frustrating. Before he even realised what he was doing he had let the cane trail down the soft crevice of her cheeks and slip between her thighs, lifting it and sliding the length of it through her folds. It was a well practiced movement he often did when he crossed over behind a girl, he hadn't even been thinking when he did it to her. Composing himself, he pulled the cane back and delivered 4 more fast strikes, still holding back as he was wary of who he was dealing with.

 

[Bunny]

The 'second' blow caused her to hiss softly hand hands struggling against the cuffs slightly. She wasn't testing them or trying to get free, but squirming a little. "Three" She didn't know if she wanted her eyes closed or open but left them closed as he asked how it felt. "It hurts.. but" She trailed off had she been given time she might have come up with the courage to say she liked this. The pain.. The fact he was doing it.. but the next two happened rapid fire and she cried out a chirp of sound, the pain sharper the blow harder than the ones before "Four and five" He had hit her quick enough that she hadn't been able to count them individually.

She shivered as the tip of the can trailed along her skin, the pressure as it slide over the abused skin earning him a whimper. She was truing to put thoughts into words. Right now she had no desire to cut herself.. And the stress of the week was melting away.. But she didn't think it was the pain alone. She had just opened her mouth to answer when the cane slid between her thighs and parted the lips of her pussy. Willow couldn't help the little moan that escaped her, the touch so unexpected. She couldn't help but blush deeply as well as the thought struck her. She knew she had been aroused and he may have suspected.. but now.. he knew. The moan, the wetness that was bound to shimmer on the cane.

The moan was short and followed by a cry for each of the strikes of the cane. There was a fire building on her ass, and tears gathered at the corner of her eyes. "Six, seven, eight and nine" Her tone held those tears and a slight breathlessness. Swallowing she answered the question. "Yes.. Sir, it is helping" It wasn't like she imagined though.. this.. this was far sweeter in ways she hadn't really planned for.

 

[Staine]

"But what? Is it not enough? Too much?" as he spoke he was running the cane over her rear where the last four strikes had landed, back and forth gently. He could see how the end of it glinted in the light, a sight he had seen all too often but hadn't truly expected to see here, perhaps. Or had he? It was hard to know what he had expected or wanted, his mind was such a mess right now, a mess of arousal and lust. He wanted her, craved her but she was his sister...he wanted to hurt her more, he wanted to make her cry and sob but he wanted to protect her too...he'd never had emotions for any of the girls he had played with, not really, and this was more than a little overwhelming. He took a deep breath to compose himself. If he focused on remaining steady, treating her like any other...no that wouldn't work. She wasn't any other yet she was as slick as them, had moaned like them.

He pulled the cane back, his eyes on the tip as he thought. Why was this so difficult? Why was it so hard for him to just let go and enjoy it, he had warned her it was sexual for him so why was he fighting it so hard when she was clearly enjoying it as much as he was? He brought the tip of the cane to his lips, touched it to them. He closed his eyes...he could taste her. His own little sister, his Willow. Would it be so bad to make her his and care for her at the same time? To satisfy both their desires and needs and also raise her, be there for her like a brother should, like the parents they never really had should. He let out a frustrated noise and swiped her hard with the cane, harder than he had before and aimed at the very first stripe. When it landed, the cane rested there as he moved closer. His fingers ran over her ass gently, then down between her thighs. His breathing was uneven as he let his hand go where he wanted it to, running the very tips of his fingers over her sex. "Willow...I'm not the only one finding this sexual, am I?" He was rapidly beginning to not care about how wrong it was, no matter how much he thought about it he couldn't think of a single reason why he shouldn't do this other than she was his sister, and what did that change, really? "Explain yourself."

 

[Bunny]

Willow whimpered softly as the cane ran over her tender rear. She didn't know how to put it into words without sounding sick. It wasn't the pain aspect and liking it she was worried about. She had a feeling Caleb would understand that without issue. It was the fact it was him.. added to the pain.. Her rear stung still the fade slow. She hook her head. She was unable to voice it. Afraid that he would be upset. She knew hurting her would be sexual for him, he had told her as much. But this was meant to be therapeutic for her and she had gone in on a lie, wanting this for all the wrong reasons.

She cried out as he hit her harder than he had. She had heard the noise and though he might have been upset with her lack of response. The blow had landed on the first, causing it to flare back to life. Whimpering softly with tears leaking from her eyes now. She could feel his breath along her skin through the fishnet top, hot and uneven as his fingers ran over her ass, causing her to wince slightly. When his hand slipped between her legs she stopped breathing all together. Her body wanted to flex into his hand, but she didn't dare.

Caleb's fingers brushed her slick lips and she shut her eyes tight.. She shook her head slightly and let out a little cry. This was not from pain, she was afraid. Afraid he'd be angry..Afraid.. he'd never do this again. "N..no.." The pain from her ass and the fear caused her to start to cry in earnest, soft little sobs. "I'm sorry.. I.. I knew I... shouldn't" How could she tell him she had manipulated him? He would be so mad at her. It could break their relationship.. He could send her away. It had been stupid.. She was so stupid..

 

[Staine]

He growled, this time he was slightly angry. Not that she was aroused, far from it...no that thrilled him to the core. He was angry that she was upset, he could hear she was crying but this wasn't the crying he was after, it felt...different. The apology that came with the sobs confirmed it, she was feeling bad about finding this sexual, and he couldn't have that. His voice was sharp when he spoke, but there was the slightest hint of concern in his tone. "Willow, stop crying. Why shouldn't you? Do you think I can control being aroused? Think you can control it better than I can?" He pushed upwards with his fingertips, letting the very tip of just one start to part her folds and enter her. "There's nothing wrong with being turned on, and I won't have you crying for that when I could give you something to cry for."

He raised one foot, placing it behind hers on the cross and pulling himself up so that he was standing behind her, having to pull his hand away from her to use it for leverage. Pressed against her like this he had little doubt she would feel how hard he was through the thin fabric of his slacks against the small of her back, he wasn't exactly small and he was like steel at this point. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, looking down so she would have to look up at him...he was taller than her by enough that he could comfortably look into her eyes. "Don't tell me you're sorry, tell me what you want. I can end this now or we can begin your punishment...you never counted the last one." He smirked at her, and the lust in his eyes wasn't hidden at all. "A little harder this time I think..." He had no idea if it would help shake her out of this or why she was so upset with herself for being aroused though he had a feeling she had known this would happen.

"And an extra ten because I think you knew it would be sexual for you when I mentioned before we started but you decided not to tell me." He leaned down and kissed her lips softly, her head pulled back at enough of an angle that she was looking straight up, a fistful of pink hair held tight in his grip. "Isn't that right, you little brat? I think you need a lesson in what it's really like to suffer for your big brother...I'm going to beat the desire to cut out of you and I'm going to enjoy doing it so I have just one question...will you need a gag or do you want to scream for me? The room is soundproofed...I don't know if you realised that."

 

[Bunny]

She could hear his words even through her crying.. what he said made sense, but it wasn't why and she still felt trapped. More so than being bound to the cross by ankle and wrist. The feeling of his fingers pushing upwards confused her. It was far from the reaction she thought to see and his words caused her soft sobs to slow further and eventually stop. She sniffled even as she felt him shift behind her.

His warmth ate into her skin, and she could feel the hard length of him against her body. Shivering slightly she gasped, surprised as his hand yanked her head back. Her eyes were slightly red, lashes damp and cheeks wet from her tears. Blinking at him her lips parted some, frowning every so lightly. Her green eyes grew wide with what he said and just as clear as the lust in his eyes was the way hers glazed over at what he said, punishment.. harder.. Her breathing hitched slightly and her brain broke for a moment, the only thing she could even think to say was "Please" There was raw need in her voice. No question as to what she wanted.

The kiss was answered in turn, her mouth soft against his, a moan escaping her. It seemed.. he might.. not be mad. He.. wanted this.. to.. She might have manipulated it but he seemed unwilling or unable to resist it either. The question earned him another moan, the sound caught between eager and fear. All of this.. everything.. was like a dream. She had to be dreaming.. "Scream" Willow didn't know why but the option appealed to her. Her eyes met his and she shivered again.

He couldn't see it, but she could feel her body reacting to the dream.. Her nipples hardening under he bra, her folds becoming wetter. She wanted this, even if she wasn't really sure what this entailed fully.

 

[Staine]

As he pulled back from the kiss and she told him her choice, using just the one word, he grinned wickedly. He'd hoped she would choose that...there as something he absolutely loved about the sound of a girl gagged and trying to cry out but he also had a thing for just screams of pain and surprise...cries of pain that echoed through his playroom and came unbidden. He felt that right now, that was what he wanted too. "Good girl...see, there's no need for you to cry after those easy strokes, no need for you to be upset that you're horny and needy..." He pressed against her, pinning her against the cross with his body. "Like me, like I am...just accept it. Enjoy it. Whatever happens, happens...but Willow, I'll tell you something nobody else on this cross has ever heard from me." He leaned down and growled softly in her ear. "I love you." As soon as he had said the words he hopped down, leaving her up there and walked to the door of the playroom which was still very much open. He closed it, the lock clicking with a satisfying noise. When he turned back he smirked, if she tried she would be able to look into his eyes here too from between the top slats of the cross, which is where he looked when he gave his warning. "Don't miscount this time...you don't want me starting again."

He swished the cane through the air where she could no doubt see it as he waked by her and to the rack, picking up the cattleprod again. He'd liked how she had reacted to that at first too, and he pressed the switch to let the loud crack of electricity into the room. Without a word he took his place behind her and lashed out with the cane. He was barely holding back this time...obviously not full power swings but this was as hard as he would go when he was caning anybody, he wanted this first time to tell her exactly who he was and what he liked. The first six came out fast, four on her ass and two on the tops of her thighs since he wasn't feeling quite cruel enough to hit her in the same spot with all of them. He took a short break while he ran the cattleprod prongs over her rear, just gently dragging it over her flesh, then between her thighs, slipping just one of the prongs between her folds. "Remember this? Think how easy it would be to make you scream right now...just the press of a button..." He pulled it back as the next stroke of the cane came in, followed by three more, slower this time, more evenly spaced.

 

[Bunny]

She felt his body press against hers, more of his weight on her, pushing her into the soft leather padding. It made it harder to breath, but even that was not unpleasant. Everything he said was perfect, it made her feel.. less ashamed to a point. She felt bad about her manipulation but it had lead to his so she couldn't really regret it either. When he said he loved her she couldn't help but smile, even with that growl that did funny things to her. Her response was soft, but honest. "I love you too" And she did, but she knew the tow loves might not have been the same.

The warmth left as he hopped down and she missed it almost immediately. She could actually see him, her green eyes following him as he moved about the room to the door. She watched it slide close silently and then lock with what was almost an ominous sound. Blushing she squirmed a little even as he vanished from her field of view again. "Yes Sir.." The can flashed out and she couldn't help a small smile. The crack of the prod made her jump and whimper. The pain had.. been.. well pain but she had in a small way liked it... But mostly is scared her, if she was honest.

She cried out, the strength of the blow much stronger. "One" She winced slightly, still feeling that blow. The next six blows earned him more cries of pain, slowly getting louder as her ass and thighs burned. "Two, three, four, five, six" She called them out as she could between the blows. Her voice breathy, pain tinged. The prongs were a different than the cane and instantly sparked the memory. Willow's whole body flinched. Trembling as he trailed the them along her skin. Whimpering as they ran along aching flesh.

She blanched at his words and quickly shook her head. "Please no!" She might have been okay any other place but not there. She cried out louder, but mostly because she had expected a shock. Blushing brightly "Seven" The flowing three did not let up if slower.. She was unsure if it was better or worse, fast it all came quick but slower the pain was fading and then reignited. "Eight" "Nine" "Ten" Willow's ass and thighs felt like they were burning, legs trembling slightly with the fight to hold her weight. Tears fell down her cheeks slowly.