Bought! (Jack Stalker x Moonlight)

[Jack Stalker]

Bought!​

Jensen Gray had wanted the flesh of his younger sister, Maggie Gray, for a long, long time now. Watching her grow up had only fuelled his lust and desire, creating a wild craving to feel her hot flesh engulfing his cock and her warm moist insides massaging whatever he chose to thrust into her. He had watched her turn from a waif like teen into a woman strong enough to survive the sexual abuse that he had imagined inflicting on her for so long. Her soft beauty combined with her incredibly long legs had worn away at his reason and his sanity, as he had spent night after night dreaming of piercing her tight young flesh and ripping her apart on his steel hard shaft. His attention to work and other women had dwindled away and it was just as well he had a soft easy job in their fathers business, making him rich without having to work for it. This way he could devote his attentions to the day when he would be able to fulfil his fantasies regarding his sweet sister.

Today that opportunity had arrived. She had been kidnapped while holidaying in France, taken by men intent on selling her flesh to the highest bidder. Of course they had been hired by him and despite their threats to sell her into slavery his cash had turned them around and instead delivered her into his hands instead. As far as his parents were concerned nothing was even amiss when he had jetted off to attend to some business abroad, when really he had travelled to France to acquire his own sister, his own flesh and blood, to quench the hunger and thirst that had been swelling within him for years now.

His sweet sister had been taken to a mansion he had bought a lease on, there he had dragged her through the doors and shoved her onto the stairs on one side of the main staircase, whipping off the black hood she had been wearing on her head. After that he took a few moments to stare at her, letting her get a good look at him as well, dressed as usual in his casual shirt and jeans, unmistakeable as her brother. As he waited for her to realise who had kidnapped her he raped her with his eyes, taking in her little black dress and her grey coloured fuck me heels as his eyes dragged slowly up her impossibly long legs until they reached her face. Her hands were still tied behind her back and he waited a moment before taking hold of her ankles and dragging her down the steps by them, pulling her towards him a little at a time, her taut ass bumping down step after step until he was close enough for her to feel his breath on her pale flesh.

"That's right Maggie, it's me, Jensen... your loving brother. It took me a lot of money to get you out of the clutches of those slave traders, a lot of money that I had to spend an age getting from our tight parents. Every penny of it was well spent though. As to what you are doing here... well, I think it's obvious. I've been tormented by you for too long, far too long, today that all ends. Today is where your cock teasing little whore act comes to a close." he told her with a twisted grin and a look of unmistakable lust as he burned a smouldering gaze into her eyes, his powerful hands toying with her ankles as he let his fingers stroke at the warm flesh of her calves.

"For years I've watched you getting hotter and hotter each day, your pale flesh, your amazing legs, the glimpses of skin that you would torture me with every time you ‘slobbed’ about the house, wearing next to no clothing. Every time you darted into the bathroom ahead of me, with nothing but a towel to save your firm tits from my gaze and your tight little cunt from an unwanted glance, drove me wild. I've had to put up with telling you how nice you've looked every time you got tarted up like a slut to go to a party, when all I really wanted to do was tear off your clothes and fuck you to within an inch of your life." he growled at her as he leaned in closer moving to whisper into her ear.

"I paid so much money to get you free, it's almost like I own you... hell, I wouldn't have paid this much for the fucking Mona Lisa." he joked as he let his tongue slip out of his mouth, the tip curling up to stroke across her earlobe as he sucked it between his lips, tugging on it then pulling away until it snapped free. "We're alone in a mansion in the middle of the French countryside, apart from a coupe of men I have keeping an eye on the grounds. So you figure it out Maggie, you figure out what is going to happen to you before you see mom and dad again?" he teased. "You need some help? I'll give you a hint, it involves me stripping you naked, then fucking you hard and rough until my cum is leaking out of every hole in your body and your throat is hoarse from screaming... hoarse from being seared by the boiling spunk that I'm going to be blasting down it into your stomach." he growled as his lust grew and grew and his grip on her tightened.

"I'm going to show you that the hardest longest orgasms of your life are going to be dragged out of your writhing body by your brother, because after all... I know you better than any other guy ever could. I know exactly how to make you squirm in pleasure and bellow out in pain... and you'll be doing both until you can't tell the difference you filthy fuck loving whore. You've flashed your skin at me for the last time without consequence." he told her, stroking his hands up and down her legs as he spoke.

"Well... what have you got to say for yourself?" he grunted impatiently.

 

[Moonlight]

France had been a wonderful turn from the usual normalcy of her life. It hadn't taken much coaxing from several of her eager friends until she'd booked a flight along with them for the impending holidays, and she thoroughly planned to enjoy herself under the generosity of her father's credit card. Unfortunately, she'd discover that there would be far less opportunity to shop than she had accounted for, and instead something from only the darkest vestiges of her fantasies would manifest in Paris.

The nightmare all dropped on her head the moment she stepped out into the airport, the terminal bubbling with a rush of tourists and businessmen alike. Curious hazel eyes couldn't help from absorbing the ocean of people, and she'd glanced over a pair of peculiar men standing roughly a few feet away from her with little concern. Little to her knowledge, her brother had hired them out for impressive sums of cash, and were watching her actions with intense deliberation.
Paris night life was notorious – clubs were stacked from seedy to extravagant, strewn generously across the brightly lit landscape. Her mistake however, was waving her friends off to buy more time to fix her dress, promising them profusely that she'd be there as soon as possible - but it seemed the two that broke into her room soon after quite rudely had other thoughts in mind as they almost smothered her in a black bag, wrists bound quickly behind her back. They must have dragged her out the back door, as she heard no one hearing her muffled pleas for help.

Helpless, she found herself locked in the back of a large van, the back spacious no doubt for the sole purpose of keeping captives in. Nothing she did helped her, nothing in the van to aid her in escape. She simply realized all she could do was wait to see what exactly they had in mind for her. Maybe she'd offer a few tears, kick around a little and see their reactions.

The ride came to an abrupt stop. By the sounds of it, or rather the lack of, they hadn't intended to rape her and throw her body in the ocean, ruling out possibly her greatest fear. Memories poked at if this could possibly a surprise her friends had mentioned, but as she desperately grasped for anything, she quickly came to realization that she was maybe a bit more helpless than she'd imagined, as she was suddenly grabbed roughly through into a room, and flung onto what felt like a staircase. Wincing at the possible bruises she guessed she now sported on her side, she had no time to recover before the suffocating bag on her head was torn off, her dark, luscious curls cascading down the pale of her face.

As she blinked away the stars, a solid figure in front of her materialized. Oh, certainly, she had something to say to the bastard that had so rudely taken her away from her little date with Paris, until her captor's face came into focus. There wasn't mistaking those deliciously dark, amber eyes, so similar to her own, that were now trailing over her frame. God, in fact, even his distinctly masculine scent was recognizable. But before any words could come from her mouth, he'd dragged her unceremoniously down the carpeted stairs, explaining perhaps about every question she had whirling through her muddled mind.

It was true she was a tease. As unintentional as it first was, her sick fantasies pervaded her dreams often, and she'd found herself awakening in the midst of a dream dripping wet, almost fully expecting her brother on top of her, even fully disappointed to find he wasn't. She hadn't dreamed he'd ever fall for her taunts, those slip of the legs she'd flashed almost daringly, her eyes just as smoldering as Jen's was now, except he made not a single effort to hide it from her. His dirty talk only drove her all the more wild, shivering as his lips touched on her earlobe.

“Just try it, you sick bastard,” she hissed, uncertain of her own defiance. This was wrong, but so deliciously, exquisitely wrong. With more or less all the effort she could give, she gave a twist of her hips and rammed her knee as hard as she could against his groin. If he wanted her, then by hell he was at least going to have to earn it, and she had every intention of drawing the darker side of her brother out of him as she could.